Last Word

by Danielle Bean When my son Eamon was about 2 years old, we sat near the window together, watching a lightning storm. When one especially loud clap of thunder boomed in the sky, he turned to me with large eyes. “Papa!” he gasped. In our…

by Patricia Morin Haggerty My sisters and I were cleaning out my mom’s house following her passing. When I opened her cedar chest, I made an amazing discovery. My First Communion veil was there and still in good condition! I had no idea…

BY LYNN WEHNER "Don’t judge a book by its cover.” In using this expression, we’re often speaking about an external appearance that doesn’t do justice to the true beauty that lies within a person or idea. We’re told that, sure, the outside…

by Susan Muto Aging gracefully is life’s favorite way of awakening in us a renewed appreciation for the richness of the ordinary. The older we become, the more we appreciate the fact that life unfolds day by day with moments we treasure,…

by Daria Sockey Protestant friends sometimes ask me when I got saved, was born again, or accepted Jesus as my personal savior. This starts a discussion where we define terms, parse Scripture, and make theological distinctions. But I think…

by Susie Lloyd When I was 8 days old, my parents carried me to the baptismal font and gave me the gift of faith by proxy. Nobody asked me first. My godparents were my oldest brother Jon and my grandmother. It was their job to recite my…

My father's faith legacy