We are Americans living in the top nation – a country to which immigrants have been flocking for several centuries, a country with too much, a country which wastes an unfathomable 50% of its food, cluelessly ruins much of its resources, and packages products using excessive amounts of plastic, styrofoam and cardboard.

To me, the most mundane, unoriginal and programmed words uttered to someone who has lost someone else through death is, “Sorry for your loss.” Really? Is this the best we can think of?

I am no longer in control of my children’s faith. I was then; it’s impossible now. I can pray about it – and I do. I ask God to pull them back into His arms. Touch them with His grace and mercy. Help them to see it’s the only way to joy.

It was completely rewarding to watch these hundreds of parishioners so devoted to their town parishes as they reenacted Jesus’ crucifixion.

Faith is faith in any language. We don’t need to understand the words to feel it in our hearts.

Why not ask angels to help you every day?

Chatting with God is easier than you think.

A sister gives the greatest gift of all to her sibling.

Need peace, need to think, need a great prayer spot? Go to a beach! It doesn’t even have to be summer to benefit from the calm it provides. Bring your own bucket and shovel … God will supply the tranquility.

Suzanna Molino Singleton finds humor and inspiration from an encounter with the acclaimed biographer of St. John Paul II.