When you realize your nothingness in the face of the power of God, it changes you.

Some traditional pilgrimages have preset paths and destinations with considerable challenges.

I could spend an entire year’s worth of columns trying to share the volume of information floating in cyberspace about trauma.

Trauma . . . it’s quite the buzzword these days . . . almost vogue.

You know what’s the worst? The worst is when a lost shoe, hair that didn’t dry right, and an empty gas tank make me exactly on time for Mass.

We require the life-giving water of mercy and love that Our Lord provides from His vast ocean.

As my head spun, I took my temperature carefully under the tongue with an instant-read meat thermometer.