“Have you heard the good news?” cried out a well-dressed young man on the corner of Main Street and Coffee Street.  His youthful appearance revealed a hint of anxiety as he stood alone on a Friday night announcing loudly these words with conviction.  He held a stack of pamphlets on his right hand.  “Have you heard the good news?” exclaimed once again the young man as I approached the metal steps behind him which led down to a coffee shop… Read more

I have seen several times already people use pictures to argue that Obama separated families.  These pictures have protest signs that state: “Stop Deportations and Families Separation” and “Obama Don’t Separate Me From My Mommy!” Some are using these pictures to argue that what is occurring at the border now also happened under Obama.  This is incorrect.  The issue being protested certainly is the separation of families under Obama, but not at the border.  Let me explain (I know because… Read more

During the current spring meeting of the Catholics Bishops of the United States in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, the Bishops spoke strongly against the current separation of children from their parents at the border, as well as the absolute denial of people seeking asylum under certain categories (such as victims of domestic violence). Cardinal DiNardo, President of the Bishop’s Conference, issued the statement below after addressing his fellow bishops.  A report I read stated that the Bishops expressed their support with… Read more

Una de las frases más repetidas en la Biblia es “no tengas miedo”.  No hemos sido creados para vivir con miedo, y esta frase es un recordatorio de Dios mismo de esta realidad. Desde cuando Dios llamó a Abram, hasta cuando el Arcángel Gabriel anunció la buena nueva a la Virgen María, Dios nos ha dejado claro que no debemos tener miedo. En la Misa inaugural del pontificado de San Juan Pablo II en 1978, el nuevo Papa desafió al… Read more

Cuando tenía más o menos unos siete años, mi mamá me contó la historia sobre una señora que fue diagnosticada con cáncer durante su embarazo.  Esta mujer tuvo que tomar una decisión muy difícil: recibir un tratamiento que afectaría el bienestar del bebe o esperar hasta después del parto para recibir el tratamiento necesario.  Esta mujer heroica de la cual contaba mi mamá optó por esperar. Seis meses después del nacimiento de su hija, la señora murió. Click here for… Read more

When I was seven or eight years old, my mother told me the story about a mother who while pregnant became ill with cancer.  The woman had to make a very difficult decision: receive treatment and risk the wellbeing of the child, or wait until the child was born to be treated.  The heroic woman of my mother’s story chose to wait.  Six months after the birth of her daughter, the mother died. When I entered the seminary in 2002… Read more

Un dos de febrero hace doce años me levanté temprano y tomé un autobús desde donde me estaba quedando en el centro de la ciudad de Génova a la estación de tren. El tren me llevó a lo largo de la costa ligure del norte de Italia, lamentablemente no podía ver la costa ya que aún no había salido el sol. Me bajé del tren en la ciudad de Bogliasco y vi afuera de la estación una camioneta pequeña con… Read more

On February 2nd twelve years ago I woke up very early and caught a bus from where I was staying in downtown Genoa to the city’s train station.  The train took me along the beautiful Ligurian coast of northern Italy, though I could not see it well since the sun had not fully risen yet.  I got off the train in the town of Bogliasco.  Outside the station I spotted a small van with the same logo as the public… Read more

En el día de Pentecostés hace nueve años vi miles de pétalos de rosa descender gradualmente desde el enorme óculo del Panteón de Roma. Bomberos escalaron este edificio, el más antiguo del mundo aún en uso, y dejaron caer miles de pétalos rojos como una lluvia ligera sobre los fieles reunidos después de la Misa. Fue apropiado que los bomberos hagan esto, pues Pentecostés es su fiesta patronal. Click here for English Esta poco conocida pero espectacular tradición comenzó en… Read more

  This evening I walked ten minutes to Forsyth Park with a book to enjoy the beautiful weather.  After some time sitting by the fountain reading, a young lady approached me with a candle and said in a sweet voice, “would you like to join us for this vigil to remember those killed at the school shooting in Texas?”  I thanked her and told her I would approach once it began. It was something simple.  Three high school students spoke,… Read more




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