There’s an old Jesuit dictum that warns about “comparing and despairing.” With Facebook, the temptation is always there to compare the fun out there with how we’re feeling in here…

On Divine Mercy Sunday three generations of a family – grandma, mom, and little girl – sat in the pew ahead of me. The girl was coloring a picture of Ariel from the Little Mermaid…

I aspire to be a morning person, but liking the idea is usually as far as I go. Still, I take comfort in the simple, daily ritual of Mass…

Minneapolis has a lot of paths around her lakes, and they attract an interesting mix of people. I often wonder, as I make way along the lake paths, what goes through their hearts and minds…

I admit it – I’m a sucker for a good old-fashioned bell tower. This past Sunday, my mind was wandering when suddenly a single, sobering bell tolled, chasing away my wandering thoughts…

“Don’t you know that God is the same everywhere?” the Father asked. “Yes,” the boy answered, “…but I’m not.” I thought of this a few weeks ago, as I sat reading…

One of my favorite students (not that teachers have favorites), who can do no wrong in my estimation (not that teachers are partial), floats in late, unphased by his tardiness and starts chatting me up…

Teaching in a high school as I do, maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised at finding myself utterly unable to get any distance from sarcasm these past few days…

You can tell a lot about a person by what they read. I, for one, love perusing people’s bookshelves – but all bets are off in a Jesuit community…

My mind has forgotten, or blissfully blocked, the sarcastic comment that prompted her words. I may never recall what I said to her, but I sure remember my sister’s response. It cut like a knife…