A Little Miracle
My grandma used to say three Hail Marys whenever she lost something of value.
I see things and tell people about them
My grandma used to say three Hail Marys whenever she lost something of value.
From a distance, she looks so young. Too young. And not ugly. No, not a make-up model, but she wouldn’t have trouble getting a date.
Tear a banana from a bunch and show it to someone. Ask them to identify it.
Saint Maria Faustina Kowalska adored silence. Only through her special relationship with Jesus Christ could she find the inner strength to pray, to contemplate, worship, and hear God, amid the din of her convent.
To four women I have prayed. Each as answered in special ways. Never have I been worthy of their graces, but never has one of them reminded me.
If anyone finds himself needing a good reason to pray, please remember my friend in Australia whose sister passed away this morning.
A high school in Columbus, GA suspended a 17-year-old student for taking a cell phone call from his mother who is serving our country in Iraq.
A couple of years ago, someone on a web forum tried to bait me into an argument over Mary’s role in the Catholic church.