In a new musical, Henry VII’s six wives are resurrected. Watching their reclaimed stories, Andrew found himself in tears mourning lives un-lived.
Lebanon is a country in deep crisis, but a street-level view tells a more complicated story. Andrew Milewski shares his experiences of Beirut from this past summer.
Emotions in our prayer life can lead us to God. Tears, St. Ignatius writes, are a powerful gift that can lead us to consolation. In this short reflection, Andrew stresses the importance of our emotions in our prayer lives.
What does it mean to be a Catholic at a school where so many students are non-Christian? Andrew reflects on how much can be accomplished when people of faith are willing to be vulnerable.
God’s voice is sometimes loud and sometimes as soft as a drop of water.
For me cleaning is hectic, but it is also a heck of a lot of fun. Joyful even! Finding old objects invokes time and place, like an engraved flask I got for being a groomsman when I was a teenager. There are also pictures of friends and receipts from meals long forgotten. I am also thinking of spiritual cleanings, and the moment to examine where I am and where I have been.
At the beginning of Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month, Andrew Milewski, S.J. reflects on how a language exchange turned into a place of encounter and friendship. In this place of encounter, he wrestles with how to pray and have solidarity with the diverse Asian-American community and his friends who are a part of that group.
Names are powerful. I had a professor in college who I have gotten to know well since I graduated, and I still cannot call her by her first name. Conversely, I have graduate professors who insist I call them by their first names. Then there’s my local parish priest back home whom I call “father” because nothing else fits. Names, what we call people, matter. Read how the names of Saints can inspire our lives.
For the first time during my break, I was able to concentrate on something. I began sketching a chubby leg, two hands hovering above a halo. This was the infant Jesus that would become the object of my prayer over the Christmas season. What I created also became my prayer, a prayer to be less active and more present.