Striving for Perfection

My two-year-old granddaughter is a real corker. She loves to imitate whatever she hears. So, when her French fry is too hot, she asks her daddy to blow on it. Then she tastes it, rolls her eyes and exclaims, “It’s perfect.” Shortly after witnessing Little Miss Perfect’s demonstration, I read St. Paul...

It’s a Dirty Job

It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it. I hate telling people what to do, but the fact of the matter is that a whole generation of Catholics is falling by the wayside. It’s up to you and me to turn things around. Each year hundreds of babies are baptized in our archdiocese and only 17% show up six...

It’s Too Darn Hot

It’s summer and it’s too darn hot. The only happy people are the tomato warriors who are delighted with God’s little joke because juicy, red Big Boys are in the making. But, perhaps I should keep my comments to myself. From an early age, Catholics are taught that whining about discomfort,...

Come Down Where You Ought to Be

This summer, I attended a national convention of church leaders in Atlanta. It was wonderful to be in the company of the renowned, the famous, the brilliant, and the experts. Everywhere I turned there went another one. What really drove me wild was that they would actually stop and talk to me… me, a...

“On This Day, We Ask Two Chairs”

(This post is adapted from an article that originally appeared in The Catholic Telegraph. Used with permission.) When I was in high school, I worked as a catechist for children with Downs Syndrome. My special charge was Kenny, a very shy 12-year-old boy. In May, Sr. Mary Celestine told us to prepare the...

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