US Catholic Faith in Real Life

Confessions of a repeat offender

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Back for another session in the confessional, a young woman realizes that falling is part of the journey.

Six spiritual tasks of aging

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1. Letting goThis is the period when we evaluate everything we have come to know about life and look for a dimension above the things of this world, for the sake of what is yet to come. The search means, then, that we strip ourselves of whatever it is we have accrued until this time in order to give ourselves wholly to the birthing of the person within. Into this part of life we travel light.

 


Not even Alzheimer’s can erase God

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The lines on her face indicate that Sister Miriam is well into her 80s. But she tells a visitor that she is 40.

Watch your steps

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Mass could use the hard dose of reality offered by those recovering from addiction. 

I go to church every Sunday with a bunch of addicts.

Well, technically, I've been going to church alongside the addicts. For the past 10 years a Narcotics Anonymous group has been meeting in the church basement during our Sunday evening liturgy. They're also not really "addicts" but in recovery-though the unflinching honesty of their gathering leads me to believe that they wouldn't shy away from such a politically incorrect term.


My life after death

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Ten years ago, on Memorial Day of 1999, I received the call every parent dreads.

It was from a detective in Steubenville, Ohio. He asked me if I knew where my son was. My son Aaron had just finished his sophomore year at Franciscan University and moved out of the dorms into a house nearby.


Watch your steps

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Mass could use the hard dose of reality offered by those recovering from addiction.

I go to church every Sunday with a bunch of addicts.

Well, technically, I’ve been going to church alongside the addicts. For the past 10 years a Narcotics Anonymous group has been meeting in the church basement during our Sunday evening liturgy. They’re also not really “addicts” but in recovery—though the unflinching honesty of their gathering leads me to believe that they wouldn’t shy away from such a politically incorrect term.


On a wheel and a prayer

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With St. Christopher riding shotgun, faithful motorists hope to have a safer journey.

With the fluctuating price of gas this past year and the growing economic crisis, the most common prayer uttered from behind the wheel these days is probably a plea for relief from the expense of filling up. While many families are suffering from job losses and other financial woes, I remember another, more serious supplication shared by my family at the beginning of any family road trip.


Out of the depths

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Faith helps U.S. Catholic readers see the light even as they walk through the valley of darkness.

Unemployment, illness, a loved one's death-everyone can relate to the experience of loss. While loss may be an ordinary part of life, it nevertheless can shake our faith. Perhaps we question why, or we simply lose time for God. Just when we are at our lowest, though, the smallest gesture can remind us that God is still with us.


Sewn together

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An idle mind may be the devil’s workshop, but busy hands are where the Holy Spirit hangs out.

I love to make stuff, which doesn’t make me much different from many women I know. Lots of us like to knit, quilt, crochet, or do needlepoint for a whole variety of reasons: because it relaxes us, it empowers us and brings us joy to find we can make something, or because we wind up creating something beautiful that we can give to someone special.


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