I found that not only was it utterly impossible, but that it was utterly pointless. It was pointless because it was not bringing me closer to God. Rather, it was a kind of self-idolatry. In my fumbling attempts at giving up things, I was patting myself on the back, congratulating my willpower...
As we enter this Lenten season, let us be brought low. Let us be humbled. Now is the time to rise to Christ's call to preach repentance, but in responding to this call, let us first learn how to preach repentance to ourselves.
Although convenient, the physical connection between our palms and ashes is more than just recycling, but also an important symbol of the link between our praise and adoration of God and our desire for repentance and mercy.
The Church of the future here in Mexico is in good hands with the faithfulness and resolve of the youth.
Whether rejoicing at some good fortune or lamenting a recent failure, my wandering feet always lead me to the Grotto where I can put my heart before the Virgin Mary and ask her intercession.
If God writes straight with crooked lines, let us also consider that perhaps He also speaks clearly with befuddling babble.
Through the intercession of Blessed Basil Moreau, may we rise to meet this challenge and always be men with hope to bring.
As a man deeply affected by the Pro-Life movement, Holy Cross is a place that I want to be.
Basil Moreau invites us to enter into the initiative of God, along with all that that entails in terms of detachment from one's own plans and from confidence solely in oneself.
I often joke that I came for Notre Dame, but that I stayed for Blessed Basil Moreau.