A friend’s daughter was 4 years old – and she was learning letters. So, when she came home from shopping with mom, she noticed there were letters on the mat in front of their door.
In the spring of 1905, Civilla Martin and her husband were vacationing in upstate New York, when they met and struck up a friendship with a local couple, the Doolittles.
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.
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 had no idea what the Archbishop wanted to talk to me about, that day back in 1994. I had never received a call to a personal meeting with an Archbishop before.
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.
They told him about the first visit. About him appearing despite locked doors. About him speaking to them, wishing them peace. He is ALIVE, they told him. It was not enough for Thomas.