Tuesday of Holy Week
These days before Palm Sunday and Holy Week always have me somber as I remember April 1, 1977, which that year was the Friday before Palm Sunday.
On that day, my Dad dropped dead at work at fifty-one years of age.
One of our many consolations those sad days was our knowledge that, just the weekend before, Dad had gone on a three day retreat with the men of the parish at the Passionist Fathers’ Center.
He had returned home aglow. And, he was beaming to report, he had made a good confession for Easter during the retreat.
The very evening prior to…
Maybe it’s because so many of our readings from the Bible during Lent – - at Mass, or for us priests, deacons, sisters, and brothers, in the daily Divine office – - remind us of our moral obligation to treat the immigrant with dignity and respect;
It could be due to St. Patrick’s Day last week, when we Irish gratefully recalled the open door given our starving and hopeful ancestors when they arrived here;
Then again, perhaps it was last week’s feast of St. Joseph, as we recalled that Jesus was born away from home, to parents “on the move,” and…