December 15, 2018

Tag - Witness

The Art of the Witness

I recently read Deacon Kurt Godfryd’s incisive article, A Gentle Breeze, in this publication. It was a powerful witness for the faith and the power of the Holy Spirit in our lives. It led me to wonder just how many times I have felt that gentle...

Our Catholic and Public Faith

This article explores the notion of a “private Catholic faith.” In the first instance, I wish to dispute that such a thing exists. In the second place, I wish to discuss the consequences that ensue from the privatization of our faith and what is at...

We are Blessed, Called, and Sent

A month following my ordination, I was in Chicago and had completed a day of meetings. Having boarded at Union Station, the train began to roll into its six-hour journey back to Michigan. After a couple of hours on the rails, however, I noticed that...

Tell ‘Em Jack Sent Me

Lifenews.com is an on-line prolife organization. For people like me it is an invaluable source because it keeps me updated and informed as to the current machinations that the denizens of the culture of death are up to. In a recent edition, I read...

Bearing Witness to Christ

Once there was a teenage boy who was not very religious; in spite of his mother’s best efforts and some friendly advice from his pastor, he did not want to come to church, read the Bible, pray, perform acts of Christian charity, or be publicly...

Placing God’s Will Ahead of Our Own

A young man in his late twenties told his pastor, “Father, I’ve started looking for another place to work.” “Really?” said the priest. “I thought you were happy with your position.” The young man explained, “Well, I was, but then something happened...

Putting God’s Will First

About ten years ago a Muslim in Afghanistan named John was age 23, and married with a young son. John’s father, an important tribal chieftain and a leader in the Taliban terrorist group, sent John to the holy city of Mecca in Saudi Arabia, so that...

The Sign of the Cross

I cannot remember how old I was when I learned to bless myself with the Sign of the Cross. My mother might have taught me or perhaps it was my first grade teacher, Sister Ellen Marie. It is startling to me over 65 years later that the Sign of the...