Everywhere we went in Lourdes, the gaze of the beloved was turned upon us. The effect of this gaze, on both the bestower and the object, was transformative.
On Sunday, we attended one of the weirdest, most uplifting Masses of my life in the ugliest basilica I have ever seen. It was a gorgeous mess.
A pleasant springtime stroll through the Grotto of Massabielle turned out to be a revelation.
A quick overview of our not-so-quick trip… just enough to leave you wanting more.
This week, I have been chatting with various members of the Order of Malta as we prepare for our upcoming pilgrimage. Every single one of them has offered some variation on this theme: “Oscar’s presence will be such a blessing to us. It is our privilege to pray for you.” This seemed, at first, quite…… Continue reading The privilege of praying for others
A few weeks ago, I got an email from another special needs mom, someone I don’t know directly but who knows many of my friends. She got in touch with me because someone had suggested taking her son to Lourdes, which made her remember our upcoming pilgrimage, which made her get in touch to ask…… Continue reading A Sabbath year
The darkness never wins. The suffering cannot prevail. But that does not mean the suffering is not real, that it did not happen.