Being a light for others

Being a light for others

When he had risen, early on the first day of the week, he appeared first to Mary Magdalene, out of whom he had driven seven demons. She went and told his companions who were mourning and weeping. When they heard that he was alive and had been seen by her, they did not believe. After this he appeared in another form to two of them walking along on their way to the country. They returned and told the others; but they did not believe them either. But later, as the eleven were at table, he appeared to them and rebuked them for their unbelief and hardness of heart because they had not believed those who saw him after he had been raised. He said to them, “Go into the whole world and proclaim the gospel to every creature. Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved;...

Belonging and participation: openness to encounter

Belonging and participation: openness to encounter

Active in the process of change and willing to participate and commit themselves to concrete activities in which the personal contribution of each might be an occasion for recognizing one’s identity. This is what young people desire to be, and not passive recipients of formation. I remember when Father Salvatore, the AVI founder, taught me how to do daily meditation, he asked me: “Do you have a friend who would like to pray this way too? Do it together and she too will learn.” I was in my twenties, and the trust shown to me from an elderly priest encouraged and filled me with so great an enthusiasm that I took the initiative to gather a few friends around Scripture. To be entrusted with a task, even a small one, inside of a solid, common project, represents, for...

“Woman, why are you weeping?”

“Woman, why are you weeping?”

http://nikerosherunshop.comlouis vuitton bagsJohn 20: 11-18 But Mary stayed outside the tomb weeping. And as she wept, she bent over into the tomb and saw two angels in white sitting there, one at the head and one at the feet where the body of Jesus had been. And they said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping?” She said to them, “They have taken my Lord, and I don’t know where they laid him.” When she had said this, she turned around and saw Jesus there, but did not know it was Jesus. Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you looking for?” She thought it was the gardener and said to him, “Sir, if you carried him away, tell me where you laid him, and I will take him.” Jesus said to her, “Mary!” She turned and said to him in Hebrew, “Rabbouni,”...

Love has a Song: freedom and fullness in Audrey Assad

Love has a Song: freedom and fullness in Audrey Assad

“Reason speaks in words alone, but love has a song.” – Joseph de Maistre With these words philosopher and theologian Joseph Pieper prefaces his slim yet dense volume Only the Lover Sings, and I believe that this intuition rings true in the artistry of Audrey Assad. In a popular music market where too often excess and superficiality gratify but leave souls unsatisfied, this singer-songwriter refreshes with a disarming simplicity and depth. Assad graces the Christian music scene with a profoundly Catholic vision of reality and of God which surpasses certain contemporary worship trends that at times fail to transcend mere human sentimentalism. By rooting her lyrics in the mysterious logic of the Incarnation, Assad succeeds in expressing both the deepest of...

Rossella

Rossella

My dearest friend,   Before I knew you my understanding of friendship was smaller than an atom! You showed me that friendship is a rose that blossoms and whose nuances color and warm the soul fortunate to enjoy it. You never drew attention to yourself, and I obviously didn’t pay much attention to you, yet with the corner of my eye I noticed something in you that today I would define as courage. The courage of silence; the courage to choose as a friend someone who was marginalized in class; the courage to neither hide nor boast about your love for prayer; the courage to extend an invitation to me. Yes, that was an uncommon courage, whose fruit still lasts to this day. We had been confirmed, you knew that I went to Mass and confession, but I never showed up at...

God of Surprises

God of Surprises

“Giannella! Giannella!! Giannella!!!” I hear the Italian version of my name (I’ve grown used to responding to anything that is distantly familiar to “Janel”) echo down the hallway and up the stairs to the parish office where I had just finished the third spiritual direction appointment of the afternoon. I was in the middle of an intense week of parish mission in southern Italy and we had a very full schedule. I recognized the unmistakable pronunciation of the pastor, Fr. Franco, and because of my tiredness I was not enthusiastic about going to see what he wanted. I was quite sure that he wanted help with his computer (something I’m not much better at), while the only thing I wanted to do was to hide out in the church with Jesus, maybe up on the balcony where the...