The saddest story I’ve ever read

How is it possible for a person to disppear in her own home? I saw this link posted on Facebook, and once I began reading, I couldn’t stop. It was simply the most heartbreaking story I’ve ever read, and it was wonderfully written by a reporter whose compassion for his subject was almost...

My Godfather

A few weeks ago my godfather celebrated his 90th birthday. At 90 he still plays a solid game of golf, though last week he played only nine holes because the weather was hot and humid—in the mid-90s. He told me that he decided not to push his luck by playing all 18 holes. I was glad to learn he made that...

When an Author Visits

Authors, especially ground breaking, best-selling ones, hold a special place of honor at a book publishing company. Last Thursday, Franciscan author, teacher and poet Murray Bodo stopped by to honor and encourage St. Anthony Messenger Press.  Employees heard stories about when he wrote Francis, the Journey...

Those Who Have Eyes to See

I read a comment last week on a blog review of Harry Potter that said, somewhat tongue in cheek, “I’ve read all the books but seen none of the movies….All the serious theological stuff must be in the movies.” And a follow-up comment questioned whether the author intended the messages...

The Lost Art of Letter Writing

A few weeks ago, I wrote a letter to a friend in Wisconsin. A real letter—using a pen and paper. I used to write letters all the time, but now it’s really a rarity. And as much as I enjoyed picking out the stationery I would use and the feel of my favorite fountain pen gliding across the paper, I...

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