True Strength

“Put your sword back into its place; for all who take the sword will perish by the sword. Do you think that I cannot appeal to my Father, and he will at once send me more than twelve legions of angels? But how then would the scriptures be fulfilled, which say it must happen in this way?”—Matthew 26:52b–54 (NRSVCE)

Jesus could’ve stopped it.

He’s the Son of God, God Himself, the most powerful being ever to exist. He walked on water, made enough food for hundreds out of a few loaves and fish, healed countless illnesses, and cast out demons. He knew Judas was going to betray Him, knew the Pharisees were sending soldiers to arrest Him. Knew He was going to die.

Jesus could’ve called down legions of angels, raised a hand and struck all his enemies blind or worse, or even simply hid where He knew they’d never find Him.

But He didn’t.

Instead, He let the high priest arrest Him, let the Pharisees mock and accuse Him, let the crowds scream for His execution, let the Romans humiliate, torture, and kill Him.

He chose not to fight against His enemies but for them. Chose not to condemn us to the death and punishment we deserve but to take it upon Himself.

That’s true strength. Not strength of mind but strength of will. Not strength of body but strength of heart. The strength to be free, even in chains. The strength to endure. The strength to forgive.

The strength to love.

And it’s that love—that strength—that Jesus calls each one of us to as well.

 

© Isabelle Wood 2025

Edited by Gabriella Batel

Photo copyright Canva

The Shepherd’s Pie: Grief and Conversion

The Shepherd’s Pie: Grief and Conversion

“A slice of hope to raise faithful kids.”

This uplifting, ecumenical show uses engaging conversations and fun entertainment reviews to offer positive insights and media resources for families and youth leaders. We discuss current issues that impact young people at home, in school, and in the world today.

In this episode of The Shepherd’s Pie, I speak with Wendy Forest about her experience as a widow, and how grief led to her conversion to the faith, and we discuss her spiritual reflection, Currents of Water: A Widow’s Walk with Jesus and Mary.

 

 

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Copyright 2025 Antony Barone Kolenc

Shattered Rocks on Solid Ground

While hiking the North Ridge Trail on Cadillac Mountain at Acadia National Park, my daughter and I paused on a rock mound, breathing in the chill wind and the vibrant red, yellow, and green hues of Autumn. As we sat, Sheila commented on the solid, secure sensation emanating upward from the mountain depths. Peace flooded through me, and now I am reminded of the solid ground on which my faith was built. 

That one is like a man building a house, who dug deeply and laid the foundation on rock; when a flood arose, the river burst against that house but could not shake it, because it had been well built. Luke 6:48

“Mama, close your eyes and listen.” Sheila quietly instructed. When you are on the mountain, the wind moving through the trees sounds like the ocean waves rushing to shore. Except for the cold, with eyes closed, you could very well be at the beach where endless shells break under crushing surf.  But the mountain rock is immovable, its pink and gray and green granite boulders stand firm after countless millennia of glacial pounding. Solid as it is, the mountain harbors millions of shattered rocks along the trail, broken pieces huddled together beneath the massive outcrop where we sat.

I thought about a poem I wrote (see “Broken Shells” August 10, 2025 blog post https://www.catholicwritersguild.org/2025/08/broken-shells/) and the similarity of those shells and shattered rocks – so many pieces, each unique and beautiful despite their brokenness. Each forms a part of the whole. Each can fulfill its purpose on the canvas when there is a foundation in the Lord.  Whether at a beach or atop a mountain, whether we hear waves or wind, He is our solid ground.

“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18

That day on the trail, I was overcome with the beauty of God’s creation and thankful for His love and care for us. The picture I took (above) is only a small glimpse of what I experienced, and my heart sings with the praise of Psalm 104:1-5:

“Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, you are very great. You are clothed with honor and majesty, wrapped in light as with a garment. You stretch out the heavens like a tent, you set the beams of your chambers on the waters, you make the clouds your chariot, you ride on the wings of the wind, you make the winds your messengers, fire and flame your ministers. You set the earth on its foundations, so that it shall never be shaken.”

 

© Copyright 2025 by Paula Veloso Babadi

Feature Photo North Ridge Trail, Cadillac Mountain, Acadia Nati onal Park by Paula Veloso Babadi, used with permission.

Scripture texts in this work are taken from the New American Bible, revised edition © 2010, 1991, 1986, 1970 Confraternity of Christian Doctrine, Washington, D.C. and are used by permission of the copyright owner. All Rights Reserved.

From Grief Through Mourning

Last year, I could not do it. This year I did.

In the Catholic Church, the month of November begins with two consecutive liturgies that honor our beloved dead, The Solemnity of All Saints and the Commemoration of All Souls.

We always hope that departed family members and friends might be celebrating the first feast with us, already among the saints in heaven. We trust that our prayers will help to console and sustain any loved ones who might, this year, still remain in purgatory.

It takes most people a long time to establish their ‘new normal’ after a family member’s or close friend’s death.

In my parish, one of these opportunities is a Mass of Remembrance offered each year on the Saturday morning before All Saints Day. A candle is provided for each family to place around the altar when their loved one’s name is proclaimed, and these candles are lit for each mass through the month of November

Last year, the 2024 Mass of Remembrance was scheduled just ten days after my husband’s funeral. With a sincere intention, I had placed his name on the list.

But when that Saturday morning arrived, I found myself still too exhausted from his sudden, unexpected death, the need to transport his remains from another state, and managing to stay functional — with help from close family and friends — for the funeral.

Last year, another dear friend stepped up to carry Charles’ Mass of Remembrance candle for me. This year I was able to carry it myself.

***

Beyond Catholic parishes’ roles in helping to organize funeral liturgies and hospitality, many also offer valuable longer-term support options, to help families survive devastating grief and manage the psychological challenges that always accompany any great loss.

We are all unique creations of God, and every person’s grief process is unique. So, I want to briefly share two more long-term support options offered by the grief ministry in my parish.

What has served me best might not be right for you. Likewise, parts of these programs that did not most resonate with me, might be just right for you.

I include them here because I believe they offer a range of valuable options to meet a variety of needs for different mourners.

The first is a year-long series of booklets, +/- 40 pp. each, written by Kenneth C. Hauck and published by Stephen Ministries in 2004. Entitled  A Time to Grieve, Experiencing Grief, Finding Hope and Healing, and Rebuilding and Remembering. These were mailed to me quarterly after my late husband’s funeral, as gifts from my parish.

Because I am an introverted person who normally reads and writes alone, I appreciated the freedom to digest these words of wisdom privately, and on my own schedule. The quarterly mailing time frame felt just right, too.

For those who feel more enthusiastic than I do about watching videos and participating in weekly discussion groups, another excellent support option offered by my parish is titled Grieving with Great Hope.

Meditation Journal written by John O’Shaughnessy, Sandy O’Shaughnessy, and Fr. John Riccardo,
part of the Grieving with Great Hope parish program, published by Good Mourning Ministry, Inc.

This program includes a series of videos, and small discussion groups with fellow mourners from your own parish. Ordinarily, those who join this program are in closely similar time periods after a loss.

The program includes a journal published by John and Sandy O’Shaughnessy, with Contributing Writer Fr. John Riccardo, as part of Good Mourning Ministry, Inc.

Of the resources offered by this ministry, I’ve personally found silent meditation and private writing, with the suggested journal

reflections, to be the most helpful. But I have also witnessed the benefits gleaned by others, from watching the videos and participating in discussion groups.

***

At the Mass of Remembrance on October 25, 2025, my deceased husband’s date of passing was the longest elapsed. I had been prepared beforehand, by our deacon’s gentle and compassionate wife, to hear his name called first and to face the empty altar alone.

As I bowed before the altar I tried to discern, among all the candle holders so lovingly arranged, where might be Charles’ place. The Holy Spirit led me to a place on the side by my accustomed pew, when I sing with the funeral choir, near the altar and close under the crucifix.

While a total of almost forty names were called, I prayed for each soul, and watched each family approach the deacon to receive their candles.

Charles’ light had to hold his mountain alone, for a long time. I began to wonder, who will God send, to occupy that spot beside him?

About three-quarters of the way through the list, I heard the name of a dear friend, mentor, and fellow funeral choir member. She and her late husband had coordinated our county-wide nursing home citizen-visitor ministry throughout their long retirement years. I had been a part of that ministry.

I watched Janet’s four children — none of whom I had ever met — come up to receive their candle, and bow. I could feel them doing their own discernment.

When they came over, to place Janet’s candle next to Charles, I could almost hear her saying, “Don’t worry, Margaret. I’ll look after him myself.”

***

Wherever any of you may be in your own grief journeys, no matter who you might be mourning this November, please know that I am

Author meditating on the candles, after Mass of Remembrance at St. Theresa of the Child Jesus Catholic Church, Des Moines, Iowa, October 25, 2025.

praying for you.

I ask your continuing prayers for me, too.

This will be my last CWG column for a while. I need a brief sabbatical; to continue dealing with the massive changes I’ve experienced

over the past fourteen months, and to discern where my own ‘new normal’ life will lead.

May the compassion of Our Lord’s most Sacred Heart, the love of Mary’s Immaculate Heart, and the wisdom of the Holy Spirit remain with you, as well.

Blessings, always,

Margaret

 

 

 

 

© Copyright 2025  by Margaret King Zacharias

All photos from author’s personal collection; used with permission by the author

Featured photo: Candles lit for Mass of Remembrance, St. Theresa of the Child Jesus Parish, Des Moines, Iowa, on
October 25, 2025. Author’s personal photo, published with permission.

 

 

Praying for the We in Me

As a psychotherapist, I have worked with thousands of clients over more than forty years. Most of them have resided in nursing homes. In those settings, I have helped individuals with all sorts of medical, and disability, psychiatric, and substance use conditions or disorders.

One Saturday I was sitting in church getting ready for the 4:00p.m. vigil Mass. In my mind, I saw dozens of my clients, past and present, enter the church and sit in the pews, but they were not as I have known them. They were fully healed in mind and body, and they were glorious.

This imaginary experience has lingered with me. When I meet a new client for the first time, or if I am speaking with a client I have known for years, I can evoke a mental image of the person thoroughly healed and notice the difference between what is and what might be. That perception gives me hints about things I might be able to help with or influence. But it also clarifies things over which I have no control or influence.

One might look to a therapist for help in coping with difficult circumstances, but psychotherapy is not curative, and sorry, but no, it is not transformative. In hope of complete restoration and abundance of life that never ends, one should look to the ‘Wonder-Counselor,’ (Isaiah 9:5) not to a wounded one. The therapist might support and guide one’s struggle towards improvement, yet the Eucharistic table is where one seeks the life that extends beyond sickness and death.

We have many roles and many relationships in our lives. Others become important in our lives, and dwell in our souls in a variety of ways, some obvious, and some by rather surprising paths. People we know or have known dwell within us in myriad ways, and prayer occurs in many ways, as well.

Our reflections on persons in our lives can become a form of prayer when thoughtfully linked with the awareness of God in our shared lives.

Just as no one is an island, no one lives for herself alone, or belongs to himself only. We live with and for others, our lives also belong to others, and those others also live within us. A crowd of companions live in us.

Family members tend to occupy especially significant roles in our inner life. Naturally, we reminisce about our great grandparents, grandparents, and our parents, aunts and uncles; loved ones who may have completed their earthly journey and dwell now beyond us, while still within us. From them we gained not only our DNA, but also our spiritual ‘on-the-way.’ In God’s plan, the teleological arrow of our life was first influenced by those vital life figures. We often focus our particular thoughts and hopes on our spouse, children, grandchildren, siblings, relatives, the cherished ones we live among daily.
Our human lives intersect also with spiritual persons. We might gratefully consider our guardian angel, the silent and always present one who guides our soul with timely prompts, as well as the communion of saints – blessed spiritual persons who long to assist our burdened journey on earth.

Prayer can be viewed, in part, as our considered and composed attentiveness to the range of those others within us. Our attentive contemplations can include memories, reflections, and speculations about things we’ve never known about individuals we love, and wishes for their comfort, safety, guidance, and salvation. We might make mental requests for things we know them to need, and for things they need that we don’t know about. Our intentions should include thankfulness for their part in our lives, and for the known and unknown ways they pray for us. And we pray to almighty God that our actions, physical and spiritual, may be fruitful in the lives of others within whom we are dwelling.

Post Script: One day recently I woke up from a surprising dream. I was at a nursing home, yet it was not one of my usual places. I turned and saw a client I had actually met with earlier in the week. In waking life, she is small and uses a wheelchair and oxygen. Yet in the dream she was standing up and smiling. We embraced and I asked, “How is this possible? And look at you – you’re as tall as me. This is a miracle!” I remarked, as we laughed and hugged. We started dancing and I said, “I’m dancing with a miracle!”

Was this dream another preview of things to come?

Casting the Net

“Master, we have worked hard all night and have caught nothing, but at your command I will lower the nets.” (Luke 5:5)

I come from a long line of watermen. Many of the men in my mother’s family were fishers, oystermen, crabbers, boat builders, or a combination of all of four. My husband began his career as a commercial crabber at the age of eleven, as an apprentice on his uncle’s boat. Though his ultimate full-time career became the law, he still has his commercial license and crabs multiple times a week during the season. This allows us a little spending money, family vacations, and this year, a new freezer and woodstove!

One of our favorite things to do in the entire world is invite friends and family to go crabbing and then feast on our catch. Most of the time, we’re able to haul in enough crabs to feed everyone. Some weeks, we know that won’t be possible. This year, crabs didn’t really start running in our area until a few weeks ago. That meant, July 4th week, Ken was out every morning just in case our group didn’t catch enough on the Fourth.

Casting Even When in Doubt

Sometimes the crabs are biting, and sometimes they aren’t. We can say the same about our family’s experiences with fishing. Sometimes the fish bite, and sometimes they don’t. However, Ken is the expert, and if we aren’t doing well in one creek, he pulls up the lines and moves everything to another. Usually, this changes our luck, but not always.

I can’t imagine anyone, especially a stranger to crabbing, coming into our boat and telling Ken to move his lines to another spot and try again. How dare they? Ken’s been crabbing these creeks for almost fifty years. Nobody would ever question his knowledge.

So I can imagine how Peter felt when Jesus told him to go deeper and cast his nets, yet Peter didn’t argue. Perhaps he was listening to Jesus as he was washing his nets. Maybe he heard something trustworthy in what this stranger was saying. Obviously, Peter didn’t argue when Jesus stepped into his boat and asked to be taken offshore. Of course, Peter’s brother, Andrew, may have been giving Peter the look that told Peter this was the man Andrew called the Messiah. Whatever his reasoning, Peter obeyed.

Jesus Enters Our Boats

I’ve often heard it said that Jesus didn’t ask Peter if He could enter his boat, and He doesn’t ask us either. Jesus enters our lives whether we want Him to or not. The question for us is do we welcome Him into vessels? When Jesus climbs into our boats with us, do we shoo Him away, or do we listen to what He has to say? Do we scoff at His commands, or do we obey?

Peter had his faults. He was rash, prone to anger, shortsighted in the ways of God, and often spoke without thinking. Yet he obeyed Jesus without question. He even stated the obvious — they had already been fishing all night and caught nothing — but didn’t argue against trying again.

Fishers of Others

We’re allowed to question God. We’re allowed to wonder how something can possibly happen when the odds are against it. We can even let God know our annoyance or displeasure in the present circumstance we may be in. God can handle that! He knows what it’s like to be frustrated. How many times was He irritated by the Apostles’ lack of faith? What He wants is for us is, when we are annoyed, frustrated, even angry, to obey Him anyway.

That is trust. Profound trust.

Doing the will of God, following His commands, walking the path He has chosen for us are acts of trust. Like Peter, we must put aside our own feelings and follow Jesus out into the deeper water. It’s there that we will haul in the greatest catch and follow Jesus’ final command — to become fishers of others.

My daughter, know that you give Me greater glory by a single act of obedience than by long prayers and mortifications. (Saint Faustina, Divine Mercy in my Soul)


Copyright 2025 Amy Schisler
Photos copyright 2025 Amy Schisler, all rights reserved.

The Shepherd’s Pie: Faith and Remembrance

The Shepherd’s Pie: Faith and Remembrance

“A slice of hope to raise faithful kids.”

This uplifting, ecumenical show uses engaging conversations and fun entertainment reviews to offer positive insights and media resources for families and youth leaders. We discuss current issues that impact young people at home, in school, and in the world today.

In this episode of The Shepherd’s Pie, Antony Barone Kolenc speaks with Father Jonathan Torres about his journey as a priest-author, and how the theme of remembrance is central to the Christian faith, and we discuss his fantasy novel, Blinding Dawn.

 

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"The Shepherd's Pie: Faith and Remembrance" by Antony Barone Kolenc (Catholic Writers Guild blog)


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Rest and Celebration

Rest and Celebration

By Isabelle Wood

“And on the seventh day God finished the work that He had done, and He rested on the seventh day from all the work that He had done. So God blessed the seventh day and hallowed it, because on it God rested from all the work that He had done in creation.”—Genesis 2:2–3

“These are the appointed festivals of the Lord, the holy convocations, which you shall celebrate at the time appointed for them.”—Leviticus 23:4 (NRSVCE)

We live in a busy world.

We have to make it to that class or this meeting, go to this family event, drop one kid off at practice, go watch another’s band concert, and get that work presentation done before Monday, all while trying to make sure we get the laundry done, get food made, and keep the house clean… and so on and so forth.

So, it’s no surprise that our culture naturally assumes that all the “rules” of Catholicism merely add to the never-ending to-do list.

But while the rules and following God’s commandments are part of it, they’re not the foundation. The world sees the rules and gives the verdict of “miserable” without digging deeper to the why behind the rules. But the saints—those who lived Catholicism to the fullest—weren’t miserable; they were the happiest people who ever lived because they knew the point:

God’s love for us, and our love for Him in response.

God doesn’t want us to be miserable. He loves us. What faith other than Catholicism mandates rest so we can be refreshed and rejuvenated? And did you know that the root of the word holiday is holy day because it’s Catholicism that’s given us so many of our holidays?

Yes, we’re expected to put in the work and follow God’s commandments, but God is also a loving Father Who doesn’t expect us to burn ourselves out. He wants us to have the rest we need and to be able to celebrate and enjoy life.

So maybe, this Sunday, try to take some time to rest and celebrate the good news of the Gospel. Because Catholicism truly is the best way to live.

 

© Isabelle Wood 2025

Edited by Gabriella Batel

Photo copyright Canva

Broken Shells

Broken Shells

by Paula Veloso Babadi

“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.”—Psalm 34:18

I recently spent a day with some family on the beach at Daytona. Although it’s the “dog days” of summer, we were blessed with a light breeze, refreshing salty air, and cold waves. We enjoyed a terrific time together.  

I believe sand and sea are God’s healing gifts, and I am reminded of a December day over 30 years ago.  My husband and two young sons enjoyed lunch with a family friend at his home on the shores of Ponte Vedra Beach. As my sons ran off looking for sharks’ teeth and my husband chatted with his friend, I ventured beyond the graceful French doors that opened onto the ocean. Amid inhaling the crisp salt air and reveling in the cool breeze, I felt a twinge of sadness as I eyed the broad expanse of broken shells before me. How much we humans are like these shells—huddled together, separate, yet one on the canvas of creation.

Today, along miles of shoreline, there still are jewels, brushed and polished by the repeated breaking of waves and warmed to a glow by sunshine on clear (and even cloudy) days. Even though life is good, that day, I felt broken inside, just like the shells. But as the sun warmed my arms, I knelt to take a closer look. Our wise Creator gifted me with the hope of repurpose and repair, and the vision of being whole in Him. Whether crushed or damaged, we are part of His perfect painting: His polished masterpiece.  That vision gave me hope, then and now, and inspired the poem I wrote below.

 

Broken Shells

by Paula Veloso Babadi

 

Broken shells upon the shore

washed in by gentle waves once more,

paint the sand with shattered dreams—

their beauty lost in fragments.

 

One masterpiece in the array,

amidst the broken pieces lay

too well concealed for me to see

its beauty on the canvas.

 

Though I am broken-pieced this day,

God’s healing sun and ocean spray

brush me into a form anew

whole again amidst the broken shells.

 

Copyright Paula Veloso Babadi 2025

Edited by Gabriella Batel

A Man of My Own Heart

“Get behind me, Satan!  You are an obstacle to me. You are thinking not as God does, but as human beings do.” (Matthew 16:23)

Peter, Peter, Peter. What can I say, other than, “I feel your pain and your regret and your embarrassment. I have walked in your shoes.”

A Bold Declaration

Caesarea Philippi is one of the most beautiful places in the Holy Land. A colossal rock wall on the border with Syria towers above the clear, gentle waters that are the source of the Jordan River. I’ve reproclaimed my Baptismal Vows here, which is fitting for it’s where Jesus asked the question, “Who do you say that I am?” and where Peter proclaimed, “You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God” (Matthew 16:15, 16).

Peter alone made this bold declaration, and Jesus rewarded him with the keys to the kingdom, appointing Peter the chief steward (what we would call a prime minister today) over the Church, as Eliakim once was over Israel. In 2 Kings 19:2 and Isaish 36:22, we read that Eliakim was the chief steward, the keeper of the keys, the one who led the kingdom, guided the people, and maintained order whenever the king was away. His jurisdiction as the chief steward extended not only over the house of David, but “to the inhabitants of Jerusalem and to the house of Judah” (Isaiah 22:21).

This is why we say Peter was the first Pope. The Pope is the chief steward over the house of God here on earth—the leader, guide, and order keeper of the Church. Many other passages in scripture confirm this, yet Peter was still just a human being, and a flawed one at that.

Thinking as a Human Being

The very next scene tells us that Jesus next revealed to the Apostles that He would be killed and would rise again on the third day. Peter protested, saying:

“God forbid, Lord! No such thing shall ever happen to you.” He turned and said to Peter, “Get behind me, Satan! You are an obstacle to me. You are thinking not as God does, but as human beings do” (Matthew 16:22-23).

Poor Peter. First the head of the Church on earth, and then, likened to Satan. It took a long time for Peter to stop thinking as a human being and start thinking like God. Even after Peter’s denial, the Crucifixion, and the Resurrection, when Jesus asked Peter, “Do you love me” (John 21:15-17), Peter could only assure Jesus that he loved Him like a brother. In the original Greek text, Jesus asks Peter twice if he loved Him with the all-encompassing, self-sacrificing agape love, and then Jesus met Peter where he was and accepted his philio, brotherly love. Oh, how I can relate to that.

Imitating the Lord

I want so much to declare my trust and faith in Christ, the Messiah, the Son of the Living God. So often, however, I find myself thinking too much like a human being, doubting God’s power and might in this fallen world. I forget that He sees and knows everything, that He has everything handled, that everything is going to be okay. I want to step in and prevent anything bad from happening with my own human strength when I should be relying on God’s strength and omnipotence.

Luckily for me, Peter continued to give us his own example. On Pentecost, he stepped up and gave a speech so powerful, more than 5000 were converted that one day. Then, in 64 AD, Peter put his full trust in God and was crucified upside down, saying he was not worthy to follow His Lord’s example. Yet that’s exactly what he did. He imitated Jesus by accepting his death and being hung on the cross. He didn’t back down from his teachings, and he didn’t deny the Lord like he did that horrible night in the courtyard of Caiaphas.

Peter the Rock

At any point during his years of mission, Peter could have surrendered. He could have gone home and let the Church fail. He could have stopped talking of the Resurrection and gone back to being a fisherman, but he didn’t. He continued to speak the truth, to spread the Gospel, and to grow in his ministry, his wisdom, and his ability to think like God.

This is what we are tasked with. We all sin. We all lose sight of the Living God. At times, we all fail and falter and lose faith. We allow ourselves to think like humans and not like God. And that’s understandable because we aren’t God! However, we need to imitate Peter in growing our faith, become wise in the ways of God, and spreading the Gospel until death.

Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. (1 Peter 5:6-8)


Copyright 2025 Amy Schisler

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