I just returned from one of my favorite annual activities – 4 days spent in Pomona, working with second year osteopathic medical students. My job was to supervise and direct their enthusiasm, idealism, and energy, as they tried to learn some of the intricacies of cranial treatment. I also tried to unobtrusively probe their commitment to Christian values.
The Americans for Civil Liberties Union is suing the U.S. Bishops.
Someone heading toward me that I know is going to ask for money, I tense up. Why? I'm not physically intimidated. Certainly, giving them a dollar isn't going to break me.
His wife had been unfaithful and now she wanted to come back. He was willing to consider. I admired his openness to forgiving.
There are lots of interesting stories about the early years of discovery in Southern California. Many are not true, but that doesn’t mean the actual truth is completely known.
Jesuit Father Jean de Brebeuf, in France for his final vows in 1633, returned to his difficult missionary life in Quebec. When someone would comment on the many hardships he endured living among the Huron Indians, he would respond, “Compared to the end, this is roses.”
People look at Dr. Kermit Gosnell and wonder, how could he kill aborted babies born alive? Don’t wonder. He could well be just like a lot of doctors you know.
Martyrdom so steadfastly accepted by such youths is especially awesome. And who would have blamed them for surrendering? Yet these boys seem to have all been very devoted to the faith, and their intrepidity demonstrates a Holy Spirit not about to abandon them in their hour of need.
We used to talk more about dysfunctional families – those in which love was lacking due to a variety of circumstances. Dysfunction means not operating normally or properly. Most families actually were dysfunctional to a degree, yet fixable.
My nephew with a masters in theology from a Catholic university and I were trying our best to have a meaningful discussion while fishing. Which is harder than you might think when they’re biting.