Listening to a homily last weekend, my thoughts swirled – initially in full agreement with what Father was saying. Then “yes, but” popped into my head.

Has your heart been heavy this past week as mine has with the images of grief and destruction, the news of devastation and death?

A rising high school junior, a rising college junior and a rising postgraduate student all drive off in a jeep with a U-Haul hitched to the back.

Over the past couple of years, I find that I’ve begun outright smiling and sometimes laughing quietly in Mass when I hear the sound of a baby crying out or a toddler issuing vocal demands during the celebration.

What does it truly mean to live a life of consequence – one that leaves a lasting mark beyond our own time?

Every year during crawfish season, without fail I think and often say aloud “I love being Cajun!”

I try to sit in the first few pews of church during Mass so I can focus on all the parts and words.

The Passion of Jesus is one of the most pivotal moments in Christianity.

Many years ago during a homily, Fr. Jared Suire talked about mountains and valleys of faith journeys.

Right before I went into church for Mass one day this week, a few “somethings” happened that really frustrated me.

How do you view Lent? Is it an opportunity to become a better version of yourself spiritually? Or is it an obligation you surrender to for forty days?

My brother lost his fiancée six months before they were to wed when she passed away from meningitis. A few months later he met a girl who would become his wife.

My first exposure to the word “pilgrim,” probably like many of you, was sitting in my elementary classroom desk during a history lesson.

Over the holidays, I heard a homily with this phrase. It was such a crystal-clear message that my husband and kids commented on it, too, after Mass.