“Water is going to be the death of me,” I said to my husband. “What do you mean? Like a water sport accident?” “No, not like that. I mean pouring glasses of water and I am certain that if I clean up one more spilled glass of water then I will surely die.” The minute,…
For the last ten years, the Reverend Abbé Guillaume de Tanoüarn has been celebrating Holy Mass in the cramped quarters of a tiny shop on a narrow street in central Paris. Located on Rue Saint-Joseph, the rather nondescript locale is flanked on one side by a pair of massage salons of questionable repute and a travel…
The world has become an angry place. In some cases, a dangerous place. In many situations a place of harm and damage and injury, more than many of us can remember. I speak not only of what we hear in the news. Everyone experiences anger and harm and injury and loss sometimes. The Bible says…
I looked down at her sleeping. She had just finished nursing and was still holding onto me with her little hands and her mouth. Her silky, dark blonde curls were resplendent in the mid-afternoon, early August light. The warm pink of her cheeks was soft against the crisp, white sheets of our bed. This was…
I’d like to start by saying how absolutely amazed I am. Dumbfounded. In 48 hours, you came together and pushed us over the line, covering almost 80 percent of our July fundraising goal right as the clock ran out. We actually hit our numbers for July, even though we were at only 27% on July…
Around three dozen faithful gathered for Mass this morning in the little church of St. Rita, located in the 15th arrondissement of Paris. The priest, vested in the traditional manner, celebrated ad orientem, assisted by an altar boy in a red cassock and white surplice. Dominus vobiscum. It was a scene with which all…
Two weeks ago, I went into our closet to pull out the pieces of my husband’s police uniform in order to make sure that everything was ironed and ready and that all of the components were there so that he could work his paid duty that evening. If you aren’t familiar with what paid duties…
Today marks the second anniversary of our little publishing endeavor. It’s simultaneously hard to believe it’s already been that long, and difficult to imagine that’s all the time that has passed. So much has happened since the day we launched — August 1st, 2014 — the uncertain start of an as-yet unheard of online Catholic…
In the 1962 Roman Breviary, there is a recurring theme each night as the day’s office is completed. Asking God’s protection from the enemy, the supplicant calls to mind the words of St. Peter: Brothers: Be sober and watch: because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, goeth about seeking whom he may devour.…
Right wondrously set free, see, Peter freedom gains And at the Lord’s command casts off his iron chains; As shepherd and as guide he shews to life the way, And from his Master’s sheep drives guileful wolves away. (Hymn for Lauds, August 1st) This website is long overdue. It is also launching right on…
As a young boy, “It was a riveting adventure to move by degrees into the mysterious world of the liturgy which was being enacted before us and for us there on the altar. It was becoming more and more clear to me that here I was encountering a reality that no one had simply thought…
