I have been reduced to driving to Mexico for dental care. That’s right. Things have come to that. I won’t bore you with the ongoing cross of my beloved, brave teeth which, over the course of my life, have undergone extractions, adult orthodontics, resorption (a supposedly incredibly rare occurence that has happened twice or maybe […]
STRANGE VAGABOND OF GOD
In 1962, Bradbirme wrote Fr. Dove, asking “Is there a cave in Africa where I can pray?” Then he rambled around Africa for seven years before arriving in 1969 at the Mutemwa (meaning, “You are cut off”) Leper Colony in Rhodesia, 90 miles northeast of the capital of Harare.
I used to wish the children would sit somewhere else and stop crying. Now I realize they–and their sainted mothers–have come to greet me.
IN THE GARDEN OF THE RIGHTEOUS
By the end of the war, 90% of the children Irena Sendler had saved were dead. Trying to locate the parents of the survivors — most of whom had also died — was another herculean task.
VISITING THE MARYKNOLLERS
“You prayed for his coming, but you were wise not to let your longing, your loneliness interfere with living, with what had to be done from moment to moment. You kept giving even when you felt nothing in return.”
THE FRIENDS OF GRIFFITH PARK NEWSLETTER
What I love most about the park is the smell of sage, plus the array of people: elderly ladies power-walking with their visors, tanned buff guys running shirtless, young people talking about their screenplays and restaurant jobs.
- ANGELUS NEWS
“ALL CONSUMING” AT THE NORTON SIMON MUSEUM
“Young Girl Holding a Basket of Fruit,” a mid-18th-century piece by François-Hubert Drouais, spells out the metaphor. One breast provocatively exposed, the girl in question holds up a bunch of dewy grapes, her expression telegraphing that there’s fruit — and then there’s fruit.
SAN MIGUEL DE ALLENDE
The architecture looks jerry-rigged, unplumbed, and held together with spackling compound, as if the crumbling arches and angel-bedecked stone overhangs might collapse at any minute.
“The hardest cross to bear in life is the thought that we are wasting our time, that we are useless, that the world is rushing along and we, apparently, have not yet found our feet. For the missioner the monotony of merely marking time, of facing petty tasks, or even manufacturing small jobs to kill […]
FROM PRODIGAL TO PRIEST
So he did what any true child of God and follower of Christ would do. He called his mother, back home in Spain, and poured out his heart.
- ANGELUS NEWS
“It’s not a Catholic group per se, but we look at literature through the lens of what’s good, true, and beautiful.”
Then, in late June, I’ll be a week in Detroit! That’s right. The Motown Museum, the Piet Oudolf Garden, the Detroit Institute of Arts, the Riverwalk or Riverfront or whatever it’s called.
SING THE HOURS
Rose’s enthusiasm is contagious. His conviction that God had a plan for his dark night of the soul is a consolation. That he took the resources at hand—his musical talents, his energy, his faithful heart—and molded them into an ongoing daily labor of love is a lesson and an inspiration to all of us.