As the body gets weaker, the spirit gets stronger.

The seasons of the year provide for many people an intuitive metaphor for understanding seasons of our lives. The lyrics to Frank Sinatra’s poignant “September Song” need no explanation: “Oh, it’s a long, long while from May to December/ But the days grow short when you

Bringing the Beatitudes behind bars

“Never can a free person conceive of what a book means to a person in hiding.” -Anne Frank

A seminarian reflects on Pope Francis’ bold vision

My grandmother’s rosary was of amethyst-colored beads and a small silver crucifix, gray-black with tarnish. She kept it on the bureau in her bedroom near a holy card of St. Jude and a talcum powder box made of imitation satin. She’d put it in a special pouch—an old change purse, ac