The story of my Catholic background is pretty anticlimactic. I was baptized as a baby. That’s it.
I once thought of Thomas the Apostle with disdain. How could he not believe? He witnessed Jesus do miracles! Jesus told him He was going to rise from the dead! Multiple witnesses said they saw him alive! Why was it so hard to believe?
Brief and contemporary inspiration focused on hope and family prayer will be delivered to your inbox! Articles include live video, written word, and links to resources that will lead you and your family deeper into faith.
It was mid-morning and the sun had finally dissolved the fog from the cool, damp night. I saw that some of the leaves still glistened with dampness. Making the bed I pulled the white and periwinkle quilt up and over the pillows and glanced out the upstairs window. The blue Rose-of-Sharon grows just below. Moving about the blossoms was a Ruby-throated Hummingbird.
“Mary was a widow. Why doesn’t anyone ever talk about that?” asked a church friend of mine, twice widowed herself.