Stories

When I kneel before the Cross this Good Friday, my mind will turn to the many ways the world is hurting right now. I pray that I will have the courage to look and not turn away. 

It’s hard to think about what enough means after a disaster. With so many people so acutely struggling right in your own community, you know you must do something. But how many things can you do? 

 My time at Holy Cross is for prayer, reflection and reading. Long walks in the John Burroughs Nature Sanctuary enable me to reflect on the glory of God in nature. 

On Palm Sunday, Jesus rides into Jerusalem in triumph – on a donkey. He arrives not as the force-wielding conquering hero, but as the man who listens to dreams of every person and says, “you are already loved by God.”

As a boy, Pádraig had not been much for the Christian religion of his parents. In fact, he never was sure what all the fuss was about. From the outset of his captivity, however, the boy found himself praying to that God he did not know so well.

I was with God and God’s people, but I was not yet in dialogue with God or my fellow Christians. I could hear, but I was not listening.