July 15, 2019

I planned on writing a review or at least a post after every episode of this last season of Game of Thrones. Obviously, that did not happen. I only wrote once at the very beginning and could not bring myself to write more. Part of this lapse was the suspense of finally finding the fate of Westeros and these characters. Part was laziness, I’ll admit. A greater part was that, although I still hold that GoT hinges on the relationships between… Read more

July 8, 2019

I first heard about St. Maria Goretti when I was in eighth grade at a Catholic school. I was randomly assigned her to write a paper on. I remember her being attacked by a man who tried to rape her and that he stabbed her to death instead. I created a poster of her dressed in white to signify her purity. That’s as far as I ever got in my relationship to her or my understanding of her. She had… Read more

May 8, 2019

I’ve seen a lot of death in my life. I had gone to three funerals by the time I turned five, though I only remember two. One was my dad’s relatively young and healthy cousin who dropped dead of a massive heart attack, gone before he even hit the floor. Another was my Grandpap who I was especially close with. I remember that day very well (for being only four and a half years old). It was remarkably sunny and… Read more

April 20, 2019

Everything was dead. There wasn’t much grass nor many weeds or flowers, just gravel and dirt, abandoned buildings and silence. Death hung in the air so heavily it could engulf you. The pain, the torture, the intensity, the heroism, the death. Lives that once were and now are in the eternal. So many innocents just gone. The air was cool and the sky gray. Everything seemed to stop as we set foot in Auschwitz. In college, a catechetics professor once… Read more

April 19, 2019

Notre-Dame was burning. It was an awful sight. Flames peeling towards the sky. Smoke billowing black and ominous. Devastation ripped through a country, a religion, a world. This magnificent piece of architecture, the work of skilled human hands imbued with talent from God, was burning. And no one knew if it would survive. This is not the first time Notre-Dame de Paris has faced destruction, as it was partially destroyed during the French Revolution. But seeing it in flames was… Read more

April 18, 2019

The first Passover was a terrifying night. God promised His people that if they did as He asked, He wouldn’t take their firstborn children. The faithful believed Him and did as He asked, but I can’t help but wonder if some of them still doubted. Did they sit in anxiety? Would the angel of death really be able to see the lamb blood smeared on their doorways? If this Passover happened as God said it would, then the Israelites would… Read more

April 15, 2019

Warning! There are some spoilers for the season 8 premiere of Game of Thrones. Nothing major but, you’ve been warned.   It is so extremely fitting that the premiere of the final season of Game of Thrones debuted on Palm Sunday. The opening scene is much like we experienced in liturgy over the weekend: a throng of people gathered to greet and even worship Christ the King as He triumphantly rides into Jerusalem is seen in the people of the North gathered… Read more

April 14, 2019

Today’s post was written by guest contributor Jon Paul Siskey, Jr.   Palm Sunday is upon us. Although we all know that we are to hear of Our Lord’s Passion in the gospel readings, we probably aren’t as aware of how it ties in to the responsorial psalm we are to hear as well. But the first Christians knew well how important Psalm 22 is in understanding The Passion of Our Lord; Jesus himself thought it important enough to quote it… Read more

March 27, 2019

  Motherhood and Pregnancy are a choice, an act. Often, pregnancy is viewed just as a time in life to be dealt with or gotten through. Rather, though, it is a whole transformative act and participation. It is not passive but supremely active. “Let it be done to me according to Your word,” Mary said to the angel Gabriel, announcing that she would allow herself to become pregnant with the Son of God, that she would  do pregnancy and motherhood…. Read more

March 13, 2019

The first dream I remember having occurred when I was four years old I slept on the bottom bunk of a full sized bunk bed with no ladder to the top; my sister was still in the crib. The oversized window in the room looked out to the lake. It was always bright in there, though I’m told that remembering events as very bright is a psychological phenomenon. And that is where I slept when I had my first dream. My dream was… Read more

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