Fall is in the air as October nears. Leaves changing colors, cooler temperatures, and football season are all things to be excited about in the fall.
Category: Columns
Let us pray for families and fruitful marriages
Colleen Towsend Evans, a Methodist minister, listened to a talk by Mother Teresa. She was so moved by her love that she wanted to give her a big hug.
Labor Day invites us to see our work as holy
The first Labor Day holiday was celebrated on Tuesday, Sept. 5, 1882, in New York City, in accordance with the plans of the Central Labor Union.
Regaining the clarity of childlike gratitude
When I was a young girl, my family frequented a farm produce stand down the road from my house. The produce there was beautiful, bright, and bursting forth throughout the summer and fall: Shiny red strawberries, sweet yellow corn, juicy orange muskmelons.
Never lose hope for others
I write this as my friend and brother-in-law lies in the hospital with COVID and pneumonia, not knowing if he will survive but hoping nonetheless.
Learning to make do with what we have
On a camping trip up north earlier this summer, I was cooking pancakes over the fire my husband built for our family of six.
The home of Bethany
Throughout the liturgical year of the Church, the feasts and memorials celebrating the saints provide opportunities to learn from their witness and ask for their intercessory prayers.
Recognizing the joy of discovery in our spiritual journeys
What I saw there took my breath away. An abundance of wild blueberries covered the top of the cliff. The sun kissed my face and warm sunlight danced across the plump juicy berries and glossy green leaves that fluttered in a gentle breeze.
An urgent need for good fathers
On June 19, 1910, thanks to Sonora Smart Dodd, a Father’s Day celebration was held at the YMCA in Spokane, Wash. The Spokane service is considered to be the beginning of Father’s Day in the United States.
Accepting disappointment
Long ago, deep in the heart of my grade school, people thronged through the colorful rooms filled with parish festival games and wonderment to my six-year-old eyes.