By Sr. Mary Garascia
While visiting patients as a volunteer hospital chaplain, a man told me he used to be Catholic but he was not anymore, because the Church had all this money and was all about money. And, outraged, he gave me the example of seeing two nuns sitting in the best front row seats at an NBA game. Fortunately, I had not identified myself as a nun!
By Sr. Mary Garascia, C.P.P.S.
Some unknown friend must have used expiring airline miles to gift our house with a Wall Street Journal subscription recently! Thus, I happened to read editor Gerald Baker’s column (Ap 20, 2019, C2) about the fire in Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. Baker lamented that conversations about restoration sounded like a museum was being restored instead of a Cathedral.
By Sr. Mary Garascia, C.P.P.S.
Our journey to holiness, to becoming gradually the Spirit-filled persons God intends, is shaped by our Catholic tradition. Among the ways that happens is through the liturgical year, which channels or directs the flow of our worship of God and our reflections on our relationship with God.
Sr. Mary Garascia, C.P.P.S.
Is a rose a flower? It is difficult to answer “yes” about this beauty, this representative of human love on Valentine’s Day and on coffin displays, this adornment of floats and race horses, whose petals are strewn before brides, whose fragrance is perhaps the world’s oldest perfume, this religious symbol and gift to Juan Diego. “Flower” is too simple a term. It doesn’t capture the rose-ness of roses!
By Sr. Mary Garascia
At an Easter Vigil recently, I watched with amazement an infant girl, a pre-walker, perhaps six months old. She was in the first pew with a family receiving sacraments. During the entire three-hour service she did not cry or sleep or eat! She made faces with the closest young server, happily moved from lap to lap, watched everything, and smilingly interacted with everyone.
