As the plane took off into the night, my heart cried: “Lord why so much darkness, so much hatred of you and yours?” As I prayed the plane rose over the city, I glanced through the small windows and was overwhelmed at the many lights below.
During Lent when we are asked to seek the Lord in prayer and the Scriptures, and to give of ourselves through service and sacrifice. At Catholic Social Services we hope to partner with you in providing a place to share your many gifts
Over the years, I have noticed that the crowds that attend Mass on Ash Wednesday rival any other day of the year, including Easter and Christmas. This tells us there is something attractive about being called to renew our relationship with God, about the penitential nature of the day and season that is fundamentally about conversion.
To the eyes of the world, Father Steven Moore is dead, but to the eyes of faith he has never been more alive. This misperception by the world is understandable because the world — everything in it and every one in it — has limits.
About half of my immediate relatives still live on the island, so when Hurricane Maria — a category four cyclone — made landfall in Puerto Rico my heart sank. The island, 100 miles long by 35 miles wide, was hit with what was described as a 60-mile-wide tornado with sustained winds of 155 miles an hour for over 30 hours!
At this time of resolutions and new beginnings, we can begin by cultivating our relationship with God with a fresh start and new opportunities. We can begin with a simple commitment to pray each day — spending ten minutes with the Lord to share our joys and sorrows.
As I reflect on my life in this year of the Lord 2018, there is one small bit of history that I long to retrieve however there is not much promise that it will ever happen. My one great longing is to know exactly, exactly where I was born.
As we begin 2018, we thank all of you who make Catholic Social Services so strong. Please take a moment to consider how you can join us by sharing your gifts or talents with those in need.
A priest at my parish told about the crucifix that hung in the chapel of the novitiate where he prepared for the priesthood. He was intrigued that the corpus of Christ was nailed, not to a cross, but to the brick wall of the chapel.
One night when we were building our church in Magadan, Russia, in 2000, I woke up after a terrible nightmare. I had seen the church finished but it was empty and cold. No people. I woke up in sweats and literally fell to my knees and begged God to not let this happen. I wanted a church full of activity and people of all kinds.