vincentian spirituality

What the teacher had done was prepare him to see. She had given him a way to notice more of what was there.

More than most any other, the feast of Christ the King immerses us in this swirling dilemma of negotiating worlds.

When you hear that someone is “acting out” it usually isn’t heard as a compliment.

There’s an instinct to idealize the saints as entirely different from the rest of us, off in another league at some unattainable level of holiness and favor with God.

Most of us know the image backing the word “scandalize;” i.e., somebody tripping over a stone in the road.

This homily was preached at a recent anniversary Mass for Fr. Joseph Daly, C.M. — a Vincentian priest beloved of many,

I knew a close-knit family of 5 personable children, and as they got older, they would kid their mother about having a favorite.

I remember a heated conversation between a man who was promising something  to a woman, and the woman to whom the promise was being made. It ended with her exasperated response, “Those are just words.”