An elderly, bearded gentleman, with a benevolent, yet powerful face and flowing beard. A Jewish looking man hanging on the cross, with body bruised, but spirit somehow intact and triumphant.
Adult formation programs at St. Justin.
Do you remember the last time you had to catch your breath? Perhaps you were winded from walking/running/cycling up a steep flight of stairs or hill.
Have you ever spent so much time focused on getting to the goal that once you achieved it, you had no idea what came next?
I don’t ever remember being lost while growing up. But something must have triggered the fear of being lost in me, so much so that….
You always knew when it was dinner time at the Kempf house in the neighborhood.
Tomorrow, 43 St. Justin Martyr students will receive the Lord for the first time in the Eucharist. If it has been a while since you have seen a first Communion, you are missing something.
It is the haunting loneliness that grips me. Nobody stepped forward to defend Jesus or to speak on his behalf. Where were the recipients of his healings?
John takes a long time to tell his stories, especially the stories of Jesus’ miracles.
We know that expression – being thrown under the bus – and perhaps have had the experience of being sacrificed as a friend or ally for a selfish reason.
So it was another great St. Patrick’s day weekend, with green beer flowing, and for many the extra Irish privilege of feeling guilty for eating corned beef on a Friday in Lent.