
Restless Hearts Fixed on God
I spend my last night of my pilgrimage to Italy on the balcony of my hotel room drinking wine and looking up at a heavy sky.
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I spend my last night of my pilgrimage to Italy on the balcony of my hotel room drinking wine and looking up at a heavy sky.

In God’s parental eyes, we are all children: prone to misbehavior and pride.

I’ve always loved a good mystery. There’s a sense of adventure in not always knowing what’s in store for me.

Perhaps that is the singular lesson Francis left behind: God is within us; therefore, we are not only capable, but called to be holy.

Those of us who are childless, divorced, or unmarried are, like everybody else, imperfect children of a perfect God.

How often do you stop and count your blessings? In the busyness of our daily lives, it’s easy to forget them.

My heart breaks for young people today who first encounter the world through an app.