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"The family that prays together stays together." - Venerable Patrick Peyton
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Sometimes we tend to think of saints as extraordinary human beings and larger-than-life figures who had it all together. Today we celebrate a man who struggled in his faith to the extent that his second name became “The Doubter.” He was a man who, doubted the resurrection of Jesus. As we say within Holy Cross circles, he thought Jesus was “dead, dead, dead!” He demanded proof for him to believe the resurrection: “Unless I see the mark of nails in his hands, unless I put my finger into the nail marks and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.” Well, the Lord appeared to the disciples and said to Thomas, "Come here, put your finger here and see my hands, and bring your hand and put it into my side, and do not be unbelieving, but believe."
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Faith Reflection | Hope-2025 | Jubilee of Hope | power of prayer
There are times in life when we all experience difficult trials or are asked to carry particularly heavy crosses. We may have to manage financial burdens, deal with an unexpected diagnosis, grieve the loss of a loved one, or endure countless other difficulties. In these times, we can feel isolated and alone, even forgotten by God, which only adds to our stress or sadness. Sometimes it is difficult to hope. I have found that spending time with the Luminous Mysteries of the Rosary brings me back to the hope of heaven during my most difficult times.
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Today's Scriptures speak powerfully to our lives, reminding us that we are never alone, no matter what fears, uncertainties, or even jealousies we might face. God's boundless compassion and care reach into every corner of our existence, stretching far beyond any limits we could imagine.
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Faith Reflection | Hope-2025 | Jubilee of Hope | power of prayer
When Pope Francis declared the 2025 Jubilee Year of Hope, I read his papal bull, Spes Non Confudit, which means “Hope does not disappoint.” I highly encourage you to read Pope Francis’ writing on this, as well as any letters written by a pope when they declare something special for a particular year. As Pope Francis, our shepherd, cared for his flock, he recognized the need for renewed hope. We read in Scripture that hope does not disappoint (Romans 5:5), but what does that mean for people who feel hopeless, marriages that are hanging on by a thread, people in stage IV cancer, countries torn apart by war, or political parties constantly at each other’s throats? Life seems hopeless at times. Pope Francis was not writing about a hope we already have. He was drawing our attention to the need for renewed hope. Hope is not simply the virtue slipped in between faith and love. It has a particular purpose. The Holy Father wrote that the daughter of hope is “patience” (Spes Non Confundit). In the same way a mother produces sons and daughters, the offspring of a life of hope is growth in the virtue of patience. Yet technology is constantly working toward eliminating our practice of patience.
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“Search Me O Lord and Try Me, Test My Soul and My Heart.” Today’s Saint, Junipero Serra certainly heard, prayed, and lived out this prayer. For he began his professional life as a Spanish university professor teaching philosophy, and after ordination to the priesthood, also taught theology. But despite his academic giftedness and successes, he felt called to become a missionary. This led to his being sent to the Apostolic College of San Fernando, Mexico City in 1749. Beginning the next year and for the following six years Father Junipero would oversee five missions to the Pame Indians in the Sierra Gorde mountains.
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Faith Reflection | Hope-2025 | Jubilee of Hope | power of prayer
Christian hope, to me, means placing all my trust for my future in God’s promises, even when my answered prayers come with a side of thorns. I learned this the hard way one summer afternoon in a friend’s backyard, chasing a birdie with all the enthusiasm of an Olympic athlete—minus the grace. My foot slipped, and I crashed spectacularly into her mother’s prized rosebush. While my friend stifled laughter, I looked toward heaven with a sigh and a sarcastic, “Seriously, God?” Five days before, I began a prayer to Saint Thérèse of Lisieux for three special intentions. Three things I thought at the age of fifteen would make my life complete: a boyfriend, a job, and a car. The holy trifecta of early adulthood. It all started a few weeks earlier. During a conversation with my mother, I was lamenting my lack of all three. Her advice was surprisingly simple: “Why don’t you pray for them? It couldn’t hurt.” This was coming from a woman I had never seen pray. We were, at best, Christmas-and-Easter Catholics. My memory of prayer with my family when I was growing up was an occasional, “Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep,” or a Rosary during thunderstorms. But desperate times call for divine interventions, so I decided to try.
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