Once I buried a statue of St. Joseph upside-down, I started noticing how his steady faith carried him and his family through topsy-turvy situations.
The feast of St. Peter’s confession is a great time to mix up some tasty rocks with the kids.
St. John faints away at the words of Christ announcing his coming betrayal. The space in DaVinci’s painting helps me consider the ways I am separated from Christ.
Jesus never condemns Thomas. Instead, he invites Thomas to come closer.
I imagine hesitation and maybe even resistance into this story. But my children do not.
James’ entire post-conversion lifestyle can be described as both radical and unpopular.
The musical’s haunting refrain inspires my gratitude for St. Luke’s ministry of storytelling.
My kids had fun being in charge of the evening’s meal, and I had a good time watching them work together and talk about what makes a good sibling.
It’s hard for children to let go of baby blankets. It’s even harder for us adults to let go of security addictions or habits and leap fully into the hands of God.
I’ve never been the kind of person on whom a bird would perch. But there’s much more to St. Francis than that.