My title reminds me of a time in my life when someone asked me what I was when it came to my faith. I answered, “I’m Born Again Catholic.” The man was perplexed and asked me another question, “Is there such a thing?” Frankly, I don’t remember my answer to …
Not even the most dire of conditions can stop the appointed time of the blooms. Though it may tarry, they still come as expected. “And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you …
I must confess that for a few short moments, I got sentimental thinking about my visit to Notre Dame (noh-TRUH-dahm, not noter daym) eons ago, and I mean eons since 23 years to be exact, feels like that in this fast-paced world where yesterday’s news feels like a month ago. …
I’ve seen pictures of the Pope literally washing feet, but his latest novel stunt happens to be kissing feet now. Catholicism, for a religion that likes to allegorize mostly everything in the book of Revelation, can’t see that literal foot-washing is practically obsolete in the West. For some reason, the …