Editor's note: This is the first part in a series of columns by Bishop Thomas J. Olmsted that celebrated of the holy Year for Priests....
Tonight as I write these words, I can hear the bells tolling from the Church of the Dormition in Jerusalem. I’ve traveled here to the Holy Land along with three other journalists to walk in the footsteps of Jesus, Mary and the Apostles. I really can’t think of a better place to ponder the meaning of Advent.
Bishop Thomas J. Olmsted of the Diocese of Phoenix spelled out his thoughts about the Church in Arizona in his inaugural “State of the Catholic Church” address Sept. 23.
Noah’s neighbors were so engrossed in celebrating their good fortune that they were caught unprepared for the calamity of the Flood. Had they invited the less-fortunate villagers, perhaps the party may have ended in joy.
The loss of a loved one to murder is unfathomable. When life is unjustly ripped away, it tears at the fabric of communities, instills fear and anger, and irrevocably alters the foundation of the family left behind in mourning.
At one point in the Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults program each year I ask participants a seemingly simple question: “Is it possible to know God?” There is usually discussion and then concern that it is an impossible question to answer.
One woman's prayer for the miracle to adopt two children slowly became real — starting the next day when a girl climbed into her husband's lap.
With the rapid changes brought on by COVID-19, there is an incredible level of stress for everyone in the country. We have worries about our families, our work, finances and loved ones living in areas that may be experiencing an even greater impact than where we are.
“Jesus was born in a humble stable, into a poor family. Simple shepherds were the first witnesses to this event. In this poverty heaven’s glory was made manifest. The Church never tires of singing the glory of this night.”
Para la mayoría de ustedes, fue la primera vez que experimentaron la semana más sagrada del año, no en su iglesia parroquial, sino en su propia casa. Podría parecer que nuestra Cuaresma no ha terminado, como si aún estuviéramos atrapados en el desierto.