On faith, prayer, and the quiet journey of the spiritual life.
There is a room. The doors are locked. The disciples of Jesus are huddled inside, pressing against walls that offer the illusion of safety, their hearts wrapped in the same darkness. Fear, grief, and the disorienting weight of the past three days have sealed them in as surely as any bolt or latc...
Read reflectionThe Easter Octave is one of the great gifts of the Church's liturgical calendar. For eight days, the Church celebrates as if Easter Sunday never ended — because, in a profound theological sense, it has not. Each day ...
Read more →There is something quietly extraordinary about the way this gospel begins. The disciples have witnessed the Resurrection. They have seen the empty tomb, received the breath of the Holy Spirit from the Risen Christ, a...
Read more →There is something striking about the way Jesus enters the room in today's gospel. The disciples are in the middle of recounting the Emmaus story — still breathless, still trying to make sense of what happened on the...
Read more →There is a particular kind of grief that keeps moving. It does not sit still. It walks. It rehearses. It replays events in a loop, searching for something that might make sense of what has been shattered. This is exa...
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