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Her life is was full of action and drama. Some even refer to her as the epitome of a damsel in distress. Despite this, the drama is not what made her a saint; it was all the small acts of love that led her to heaven.
When an "old" movie catches your attention and speaks truth to you in a new way, you find yourself writing about it... (a reflection on the movie, Gladiator)
With my belly growing rounder, my little one’s kicks growing stronger and my nerves and excitement exchanging places with each other multiple times daily, I can’t help but think of a homily I heard from a wonderful priest years ago while I was still a student on campus at Franciscan. Father talked about how mothers are like Christ in a way that fathers never can be…
These past few weeks have been rough... members of the media are publicly (and crudely) insulting one another... a child who was denied treatment by the hospital against the wishes of his parents passed away... Even closer to home, in my own life, there are huge discouragements... from false accusations towards loved ones and injustices... Continue Reading →
He was smart, rich, and handsome. He lived the life of a party-boy when he was young. He rebuilt an old church. He founded monasteries, but preferred a secluded lifestyle, living in caves and conversing with animals. Though his story sounds very similar to St. Francis of Assisi, this holy many predates the founder of the Franciscan order by centuries.
On the feast of St. Gianna, I wanted to share a part of my ongoing conversion story and faith experiences. Almost ten years ago, I had an unexpected encounter with this selfless saint.
I have independent tendencies, even when it came to my spiritual life. While there's nothing completely wrong about this, the fact that I was only relying on myself did cause a major wound at one point. The Good Shepherd had to step in and remind me that I am a sheep, not a shepherd... I don't have to take care of myself.