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“You cannot be more restrictive than the Church nor more papist than the pope,” he said. “Please, open the doors, don’t administer Christian perfection tests because you will only promote a hypocritical phariseeism.”
Maybe you and I have had a similar experience after an encounter with Jesus. Was it after spending an hour with Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament? Or was it after praying the rosary with your family? So often, Jesus gives us these close encounters with him and it leaves us refreshed. What do we do after these experiences?
The 2017 annual report of the U.S. Commission on International Religious Freedom added three “entities” to its list of 28 “countries of particular concern,” thanks to a law passed in December. Islamic State, the Taliban and the Somali group al-Shabaab made the list in the report, released April 26. Islamic State was faulted for its […]
When the Arkansas Supreme Court stayed the executions of two of the eight men slated for April executions, Don Davis and Bruce Ward, it said it was awaiting guidance from the U.S. Supreme Court’s decision in McWilliams v. Dunn, the case it heard April 24.
The “Work of Love” association said the donation was accompanied by a message from the pope who “imparted his blessing to the volunteers and in a special way to the disabled people and their families” who visit the beach.
After three men were killed April 18 in a shooting rampage in Fresno by a gunman who was captured and admitted to the shootings, the Diocese of Fresno urged the local Catholic community to “seize this moment as an opportunity to live as people of light not darkness by rejecting the temptation to hate the hater.”
At 6 a.m. on a hot, muggy Saturday last July, I visited the Dorothy Day Center, just down the hill from our Cathedral of St. Paul, where 250 homeless people — men, women, elderly, disabled and ill — were roused with bright lights and a sharp voice: “Ladies and gentlemen, good morning, time to get up. We will close soon.” The sounds and forlorn faces of these children of God, our brothers and sisters, struggling to rise from thin mats, crowded together inches apart on a hard floor, made me shudder as they steeled themselves for another day on the streets, most without hope or opportunity.
A las seis de la mañana de un sábado húmedo y caluroso en el mes de julio el año pasado, fue cuando visité el Dorothy Day Center, apenas desde la empinada de nuestra Catedral de Saint Paul, donde habían 250 desamparados — hombres, mujeres, ancianos, discapacitados y enfermos — que se levantaron con las luces brillantes y con una voz penetrante diciendo: “buenos días damas y caballeros, es hora de levantarse. Cerraremos pronto.” Los sonidos y las caras de desconsuelo de estos siervos de Dios, nuestros hermanos y hermanas, haciendo el esfuerzo para levantarse del suelo repleto de colchonetas, apenas unas pulgadas aparte, me hizo estremecerme a la vez que ellos se armaban de valor para iniciar otro día en las calles, la mayoría de ellos sin esperanza ni oportunidad.