St. John looks for Jesus – and so do we.
As the detritus of Christmas surrounds us, where do we see Jesus?
Christ is unlike any king the world has ever known.
“Do you really believe Jesus is the Son of God?” the teen asked. “I do,” I said, “and I don’t need anyone else to agree with me.”
Liturgical Year
My mother taught me to listen to my angels.
Angels are messengers of God, sent to help us when we’re not hearing the still small voice.
Saint James, friend to pilgrims, inspires my lifelong journey with Christ.
St James’ example leads me to understand my place as a pilgrim at all times and in all places.
A bright teen asked me to explain the Trinity. Here’s what I said.
I said a prayer for guidance and remembered no one can comprehend the grace of God.
I thought my child was taking the Lord’s name in vain. It was the opposite.
We were hurtling through the air at an amusement park. Was my son really saying what I thought I heard?