I used to live on Quintard Road. It’s named for Charles T. Quintard, one of the patron saints of Sewanee, Tennessee.
Pain, time, and distance have created a wedge that may never be overcome. What does that mean for my ministry of reconciliation?
Bodies are whole and holy; both our own and those of others are to be treasured and respected.
A new book contains reflection and practical helps for the rite of sacramental reconciliation.
Being turned away at another church taught me the value of the sacrament of reconciliation in my own.
Even though Mark, Peter and Paul were direct followers of Jesus Christ, they had issues. The light of Christ still shone though.
The heavy stone of guilt was lifted. This was not magic, but mystery.
Being forgiven – and forgiving others – is at the core of our faith.
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.
In Christ’s kingdom true power is found in humility and service, not ostentatious shows of strength and prestige.