(Previously published article) Our escort, Father James, stops the car. A tribal man with a machete in his hand rushes the car, his face pressed at our window, screaming in his native Khasi language. There is a lump in my…
On Friday I received an email, like on most days, from Flickr saying one of my contacts has uploaded a new photo. The photo was the one shown here, taken by a priest who resides in England. It is such…
We Catholics have a corner on the market of relics; that is to say we have exhumed, collected, horded, stolen, traded and bought, (not to mention stashed, hidden, coveted and fought over) the body parts of Saints!Throughout Europe there are…
A pilgrimage, by definition, is a journey to a sacred place or one made out of devotion. We don’t all have weeks on end to hike the Santiago, devote a week at Medjugorie, or meditate in some distant place to…
In the early morning hours you can often find me in church. When people ask me why I go to mass during the week, I usually give some generic answer. ” It’s a discipline” Discipline is good. “It makes me…