What's so good about Good Friday?
It's almost as if Mel Gibson's The Passion has come to life. In Chicago's largely Hispanic Pilsen neighborhood, some 7,000 people gather at Providence of God Parish for the beginning of the Via Crucis or "Way of the Cross" every Good Friday. This is no symbolic walk through the park, however; "Pontius Pilate" is dressed in Roman garb, as are the soldiers who accompany "Jesus" the 12 blocks to Harrison Park, where he will be literally tied to a cross.
Looking for a good metaphor for the spiritual journey this Lent and Easter? Go fly a kite!
Are we there yet?
Even Jesus had to spend some time--Holy Saturday to be exact--waiting to see if things were going to work out. In this column from the archives, Bryan Cones explores the importance of the day between Good Friday and Easter Sunday.
What will you be doing April 15?
Three of a kind
The selfless gift of the Eucharist, the selfless death of Jesus, and the Resurrection are all one great act of love from God.
Lost and found
Death and life often travel hand in hand on the Christian journey.
Brother's son and his wife just had their first baby, a little boy. His name is Colin David, David being my brother, who died of cancer when his son was only 3 years old.
I could have prayed all night
Visiting seven churches in the late hours of Holy Thursday is sure to awaken the spirit.
Lives of the saints
These are the holy people who didn’t quite make the cut—until they did.
Alphonsus Rodriguez must have thought he had it made. Yes, there had been a few bumps in the road. His education had been cut short when his father died and Alphonsus had to return home to Segovia, Spain, destined to take over the family wool business, though it had been much reduced. But once home he settled in and started a family in 1557.
Fake it till you make it: St. Genesius, patron of actors
St. Genesius isn’t just the patron of high school thespians. We can all learn something about acting like Christ from this legendary actor.
Anyone who was a member of a Catholic high school or college drama club during the 1950s and ’60s no doubt knows about St. Genesius—the patron saint of actors. According to legend, he was an actor during the reign of the Roman Emperor Diocletian in the third century. To win the emperor’s favor, he took on a role satirizing a Christian about to be baptized.
The other Irish saint
Raise a pint and air out your linens—St. Brigid is coming.
Early in our marriage my husband, Stephen, an Irish immigrant to the United States, was having trouble sleeping. He was happy enough with his new life in Chicago, but a combination of culture shock concerning all things American and simply missing the familiar ways of his homeland left him vaguely restless and disoriented, a state that appeared to manifest itself most powerfully at night, once the lights went out and the noise of the day died away.