By Amanda Lindley | Web Content Specialist @ALindleySTL | Email me
This past Sunday we heard what I think is one of the best Gospel messages. I think that it is the absolute Cadillac of instructions on how we as Christians are supposed to live.
Jesus Said, “I give you a new commandment: love one another. As I have loved you, so you also should love one another. This is how all will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.” (Jn. 13:34-35)
It’s a simple message. So why is it so hard to remember and to demonstrate each day?
For my 60th birthday, three of my best friends gave me a framed phrase, “All poetry is prayer.” On the back was lovingly written, “conceived by Red, ratified by Hutch, implemented by Joe.” It exists as one of my greatest treasures and attests to a passion that burns intensely at the center of my being, poetry.
I have come to be known for my habit of distributing poems throughout my day. On numerous occasions I have given a poem to Judy and Heather at the bank. I pull one from the pile that I keep in the trunk and briskly carry it in, prepared to plant another celebration of life or joy or sorrow. Once, I forgot to bring them a poem and to address their disappointment, I composed a bit of doggerel to give them. It enables me to connect in a unique manner, to shed some poetic grace in the world around me. I offer them at school, to students and colleagues, to my wife, to my children, to my doctor, dentists — all a way to connect with people on a deep level.
We’ve all been there. It’s 2 am and you wake up worrying and can’t get back to sleep. Instead you lay there. You toss, you turn, but all you can do is think.
This happened to me last night. I woke up suddenly worried about something that happened about a year and a half ago that I had filed to the back of my mind since.
The painful memory of seeing an old friend with a trash bag in one hand and a blanket tucked under his arm was triggered last week when a group of my colleagues and I went to St. Patrick Center to tour the facility and serve lunch to their clients. We learned about the wonderful work that is done each day at St. Patrick Center as the staff and volunteers minister to homeless and those at risk of homelessness in our community. Continue reading →
The following photo is a still from this year’s Annual Catholic Appeal video (if you haven’t watched it, you should definitely check it out and let us know what you think).
Submit your best caption in the comment section below. On Monday, April 15 we will announce the winner of the best caption and that person will win a great prize! The prize this week is a set of St. Anthony golf balls and a rosary. Full post
Like most Catholics in this world, I am grateful for the time that Benedict XVI spent as our Pope. I am thankful for the wisdom he shared, his holiness, his love and respect for all and, of course, his humility until the very end of his pontificate. Beyond that, I am extremely thankful that Pope Benedict XVI made one of the most amazing women to ever walk on this earth a saint.
By Julie Bostick, Executive Director, Office of Laity & Family Life
Our kids didn’t come with a “how-to” manual, so I learned how to be a mother through trial and error. Like most moms I worried that each of my parenting decisions would “scar” my children for life. I attended almost every ballgame, concert, recital and field trip. I enjoyed hosting their friends for sleep-overs and didn’t mind getting up early the next morning to cook them all pancakes for breakfast. Despite the sleepless nights, the sacrifices, and the worry, I love every minute of being a mother.