Suffering refines us, as we endure it, and it refines all of humanity, as we leave it at the foot of the cross, our own small pebble added to a cairn the size of the whole world.
A couple months ago an unexpected wave of special needs grief hit me like a ton of bricks during Mass. Here's why, and here's what I did about it.
Emotional suffering is the true epidemic of our times. A hospital in Bronx offers a revolutionary, simple solution: love.
Welcome, new readers! This blog has grown a lot in the last two weeks, and I am really, really grateful that you are here, however you found your way. Many of you have chimed in with wonderful, supportive comments, and I am so glad to know that you have identified pieces of yourself in pieces… Continue reading To my brothers and sisters in the trenches
The darkness never wins. The suffering cannot prevail. But that does not mean the suffering is not real, that it did not happen.