The darkest day of the year is near. On December 21, those of us in the Northern Hemisphere will have the longest night of the year and the shortest period of daylight. There will be over five hours more darkness than we had back in June. That’s a lot of darkness. Below are some quotes about light to help brighten and bring some hope into our cold, dark Advent season. Continue reading
The words “the Boogie Man will get you” terrified me as a child. This was one of the many fictitious reasons I was afraid of the dark. Along with the imaginary witches in my closet, the werewolves outside my window, and the monsters under my bed. Continue reading
I was eight. I was sick. It was severe. I had all the classic symptoms. Distress, sadness, anxiety, and most prominently the shedding of endless tears. It went on day after day after day. The diagnosis? Homesickness. It was my first time to attend summer camp and I was not enjoying it at all. Neither was my big sister who was a camp counselor. I had thoroughly embarrassed her. Continue reading
A large crowd followed and pressed around him. (Mark 5:24) And understandably so. Jesus had just healed a man possessed with numerous demons and was on his way to the house of a synagogue official who had begged him to heal his gravely ill daughter.
Where is the newborn king? This was the question that drove the Magi on their long journey. They were wise, so they went to the most logical place to find the newborn king of the Jews, the holy city of Jerusalem- but unfortunately it was the wrong place! Continue reading
I couldn’t wait to get out of the elevator. When the doors finally opened I darted down the hall Continue reading
Can you imagine a financial advisor taking his client’s money that he is supposed to invest and burying it in the ground? Or a car salesman going off to hide “in a hole” when a customer comes to him wanting to purchase an automobile? Sounds absurd, doesn’t it? Both would be without a job real soon. In Matthew 25:14-30, Jesus tells his disciples a parable that addresses this very issue. Continue reading
Some Saturdays my husband works all day in the yard or on the car and is covered with dirt and grease. Then he stops so we can get ready to go to evening Mass. When he comes out all cleaned up, and in his slacks and bleach-white dress shirt, I am in awe. I say “Boy, you sure clean up well!” The change is dramatic. Continue reading
Does your Father run? Mine does.
My father loved me dearly and though I don’t remember him literally running to hug me, I have vivid memories of running sprints with my father one day in our front yard. I was just beginning to rise into to my youthful-athletic-prime, and he was getting close to the end of his. But guess who won the sprints? Yep…my old man. Continue reading
