Catholic Journal

Who Am I— in Christ?

Oh, St. Anthony look around; something is lost and cannot be found. Or is it ‘someone’ is lost? Ever think about where you fit in a sociological sense or belong within the body of Christ? What role do we play in the coming of Thy Kingdom? Or, ever...

Acknowledging Jesus By the Way We Live

Once there was a British story named Tom Brown’s School Days; it was about a very popular boy named Tom who was a student at an English boarding school. He and a dozen other boys lived in one of...

We Are Never Alone

Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart; and you will find rest for your selves. (Matthew 11:29) How can Jesus’ “yoke,” (i.e. his challenging teachings) be construed as “easy” and its burden “light?” Jesus’ yoke is...

All Essays

The Cross: Holy Source of Forgiveness

Upon the tree of the Cross, Christ wrought our reconciliation with God. This grace of reconciliation, inseparably united to forgiveness, is meant to flow into our own lives — softening even the most testing relations...

Thanking God for His Compassion

At least twice a year we are called to meditate on the miracle of The Cleansing of Ten Lepers with which we are so familiar. (Luke 17:11-19) We know that it is about the need for showing the type of gratitude which is...

The Rich and Powerful

Here are two more stories of God making a road for my students. One from Zaire and his new country, Belgium, and another from Cambodia and a new life calling in Miami. All these roads, all these connections. All good...

The Ultimate Disciple

In the Book of Ecclesiastes (3:1-8), it is written that there is a time to be born and a time to die…a time to kill and a time to heal… The murder of Charlie Kirk or as many are calling it an assassination because of...

Crossroads

Throughout the course of human history, beliefs that were often widely accepted evolved into common practice which impacted societies over many generations. For centuries, many believed that the world was flat. Doctors...

Looking Up

Decades ago, on a warm July evening, I remember my three-year-old daughter walking into the family room and exclaiming that there was something I needed to see. After climbing the stairs, we eventually made it to her...