We shouldn’t worry about our weaknesses because the animals sure don’t! 

Sometimes it is important to remind ourselves that our faith is not based on what we feel, but on what we know.

To me, not asking for the incredible gift of the angels’ help seems like a missed opportunity, if there ever was one.

Our Lord wants each of us to face the reality of our inescapable humanness, but He doesn’t abandon us to wallow in our misery.

I feel very proud that out of all the states, the Blessed Mother chose ours to visit!

I grew up in a football family. Soccer didn’t come into the picture for me until I had kids who played it.

Childlike wonderment and awe beget reverence for mystery, majesty, and the things Our Lord gives us.

It’s been said that there are two types of travel companions: Holy ones and ones that make you holy.

What is the difference between entitlement and a childlike trust that expects God to give you what you need?

As I walked away from the parking garage, I wondered if I’d ever see my car again.

The contrast between the spiritual life and earthly life is striking.

As I began my ungraceful ascent to my crying child, I realized I was one narrow passageway away from needing saving myself.

There were three bunnies and a chicken coop in pieces in my living room when I wondered if I’d made an unforced error.

In all manner of trials —external and internal — Our Lord never leaves us. 

My family and I watched the U.S. ice skater crank out quad everythings.

New year, new start, new hope . . . a great big “do-over!” if your 2025 was less-than-special.

If you’re still looking for a New Year’s resolution, try surrendering to God’s will for you. Read about how you can grow in trust.

I once asked my mother, a Depression-era kid born in 1926, to describe the Christmases of her youth.

From my vantage point, here are the three biggest challenges I believe were faced by our intrepid brothers in faith:

Sometimes we can’t understand God’s ways — because our ways are not His ways after all.

The holiday season officially starts for me when the air is heavy with the aroma of butter and white wine as the turkey roasts in the oven.

I’m penning this column on what would have been my 36th wedding anniversary.

How often in our lives are we faced with situations we simply cannot control?

As we wrap up October, the month of the Rosary, I can’t help but feel that the Rosary sometimes feels like the treadmill.

A beautiful “New Hope” is the growing evidence that the brain can be retrained.