A Franciscan’s Franciscan

I’m a fire-breathing skeptic when it comes to Marian apparitions, statues, or pictures that weep or bleed, or holy people who seem too sentimentally holy to be believed. But there’s something genuine, I think, in the Capuchin Franciscan Solanus Casey, who died in 1957. Maybe I like him because he grew up...

Buy Local

That beautiful bowl of strawberries in the photo at left is why I won’t buy strawberries at any other time of year. I bought this quart at a local farm last week; it was surprising, because by late July strawberries are usually long gone. But it was a cold, wet spring, which doesn’t bode well for...

St. Clare, Cat Lover

My daughter, Carolyn, recently made a move from Maryland to New York,. In between, she moved back home for two months while looking for an apartment and a job. Along with the many things that came along with her move, she brought her cat, Murphy. (The cat is a female, but was named for my daughter’s...

Sangre de Christo

Cuerpo de Christo! Sangre de Christo! During the homily yesterday, the presider spoke of the triple aftershocks of Easter: Pentecost, Trinity Sunday, and the Feast of the Body and Blood of Christ. It’s an apt description of the powerful feasts that end the Easter season, honoring the Spirit, the...

The Element of Surprise

The story about Joshua Bell playing in a Washington, D.C., subway station a few years back surfaced again last week on a Facebook post I saw. The point of the story is that, in 2008, a Washington Post reporter enlisted Bell in an experiment about people’s perceptions—in this case, how many passersby...

God Gave You

Several months back, I was at an event sponsored by the Athenaeum of Ohio. Even now, I still think about the brief talk that Fr. O’Cinnsealaigh gave that evening. During his talk, he mentioned praying to God about all the pain and hurt and suffering that goes on in the world—from natural disasters to the...

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