My son stands in the center of his bedroom, wailing to the heavens while his sleepy brothers tuck into bunk beds. Tonight, there has been no time for stories, since the family party ran late. But I hadn't expected bedtime tears, so I scramble for a consolation prize.
The aim of humans is to worship God and to enjoy him forever, and to love our neighbor as ourselves. But practically, what are we meant to do with our time?
When I was living in Rome, I got to know the Little Sisters of the Lamb. They are a mendicant order, literally begging for their bread, for their means of life. These were spectacularly beautiful women with deep spirits, and so free.
The debate over the legalization of sports gambling has intensified at the Legislature, raising concerns about the potential negative impact on individuals and communities. The Minnesota Catholic Conference stands firm in our opposition to the expansion of gambling, advocating instead for strict limitations and expansive safeguards against addiction.
Last winter, with all the terrible ice and snow, I fell and broke my arm. While I was waiting for surgery, I slept in a recliner in the family room so I would not accidentally roll over on my arm. Throughout that week, I found myself waking up during the night and turning on EWTN programming.
In a world of broken marriages, unhappy relationships and false notions of love, is it even possible to believe in romantic love anymore? This is the question posed by Gene Luen Yang and LeUyen Pham's “Lunar New Year Love Story.”