For Holy Week: A Rosary of the Penitential Psalms
“By the end of the rosary, all seven psalms have been prayed, with Mary! She doesn’t need them, but we do and she is surely happy to pray them with us.” – Monsignor Charles Pope
“By the end of the rosary, all seven psalms have been prayed, with Mary! She doesn’t need them, but we do and she is surely happy to pray them with us.” – Monsignor Charles Pope
“Let me share with you a few powerful ‘spiritual add-ons’ that tie in well with things you are doing already.” – Megan Philip
“He does not reflect and he does not give Christ’s invitation a chance to settle in – he simply decides immediately that this is not worth it. His possessions were his non-negotiables instead of his faith.” – Thomas Griffin
“I smiled at him and said as compassionately as I could, ‘This world is never enough, and it never will be.’” – Fr. Jeremiah Shyrock
“Silence and fence-sitting are not valid answers when the lines are so clearly drawn.” – Monsignor Charles Pope
“At the very moment of proclaiming that his newborn son will be named “John,” Zechariah was flooded with the Holy Spirit and burst into praise – in words that many of us proclaim each morning in the Liturgy of the Hours.” – Fr. Derek Sakowski
“His love is not newly found; it extends far back into time, equally passionate, unwavering in tenderness, always near.” – Glenn Dickinson
“Jesus does not expect this transformation to happen all at once. It’s a gradual process that happens over time. Like any great story, ours has moments of triumph, moments of loss and heartache, moments of betrayal, much adversity, and many setbacks.” – Fr. Derek Sakowski
Claire Dwyer talks with Mark Hart of Life Teen International about making time for what is most important–and the dangers of sacrificing our prayer life on the altar of activity.
I read stories about people who while living as prodigal sons sensed ‘something missing’ only to find it in the Church and came home to great rejoicing. Yet I had lived my whole life in the Church, and still felt an absence, an emptiness, a profound lack of joy. Like the prodigal’s older brother, I wondered, “Where is my feast?” – Grace Abruzzo