The Feast of Pentecost is loaded with profound and fantastical readings of scripture.
I wonder: Who is Jesus to you?
Spiderman’s real name was Peter Parker, and the wit and brains were a part of Peter before he became Spiderman. That gave me hope. I was sort of a dorky, nerdy kid, and if a kid like Peter could become something great, then maybe I could, too.
I was talking about missionary work with one of my college students recently, specifically about the shadow side of missions.
Throughout my younger years, my dad was fond of reminding me that Del Priores were supposed to be Renaissance men. It was something he took great pride in. His motto and mantra back then: Jack of all trades, master of none. Honestly, I think he sold himself short, as he is truly a master of much.
A few years ago, I ran across a video of a toddler playing in the rain for the first time. As someone who loves the rain, I was immediately captivated.
I really thought I was a ninja when I was a kid. Seriously. Well, at least a ninja in training.
Among the many gifts of Saint Ignatius to the Church, including the founding of the Jesuit order, was the text of his Spiritual Exercises, the basis of Ignatian Spirituality.
I discovered a love for photography at an early age. My mom gave me her old Konica 35mm sometime in high school.
My uncle Angelo died a year ago on the Feast of All Saints. He was a young 70, and even though he had some health issues and accidents over the years, it was still very unexpected.