The Meaning of Life: Part 1 of 3, An Introduction

“Live the present moment, filling it to the brim with love” (Cardinal Francis Xavier Nguyên Van Thuân, Five Loaves and Two Fish).

In the midst of ongoing world crises — wars in Ukraine and Gaza, economic uncertainty, and the loss of our Pope — there remains the desire to celebrate, to hope, to live, even as we mourn the Pope’s death.

As we Catholics ponder the future and await with joyful hope during this time of Sede Vacante, we celebrate the life of a good man who has gone home to the Lord, we have hope for the future, and we live each day awaiting news of our next shepherd.

Over the past three weeks, there has been a great outpouring of love for our Holy Father on Earth. He emulated our Lord as a man of mercy and compassion (“As he went ashore, he saw a great crowd; and he had compassion for them,” Mark 6:34). He understood Jesus’ call for mercy (“A bit of mercy makes the world less cold and more just,” March 17, 2013 First Angelus of Pope Francis). He was a man of great love for all people (“You shall love your neighbor as yourself,” Mark 12:31).

Pope Francis, a man who lived like Jesus lived, taught what Jesus taught, and loved like Jesus loved, was beloved and adored the world over because he knew the meaning of life. What did he know that we should know? How can we discover the meaning of life?

 

The glory of God is man fully alive

Fully Alive

Like Pope Francis, we are called to have mercy and compassion. We are called to love. We are called to be fully alive. This is the thing for which we are all searching — to be fully alive. And we can only get there through the acts of mercy, compassion, and love.

Our associate pastor, Father Michael Angeloni, recently gave a homily where he showed us the difference between mercy and compassion. He said that having compassion is feeling bad about someone’s circumstance or wishing better for someone; whereas showing mercy is taking action to help someone or make things better for them. Jesus had compassion, but he acted with mercy. Acting with mercy leads us to a deeper love of others.

People who understand this difference know the meaning of life. These people know that following Christ’s example and moving beyond trepidation and fear will lead us to living more fully. People like Pope Francis who said,

“Cast out the fears that paralyze you, so that you don’t become young mummies. Live! Give yourselves over to the best of life! Open the door of the cage, go out and fly!” (Pope Francis)

In his address “to young people and the entire people of God,” Pope Francis told us that Christ is alive; therefore, we should be alive!

In the First Century, St. Irenaeus said, “The glory of God is man fully alive.” We’ve been trying for thousands of years to find a way to be fully alive. I think that’s why so many seek out and follow those people who exemplify Christ but also those who exemplify society’s vision of happiness. Society would like us to believe that joy is what it is not. People who live fully know the difference between compassion and mercy as well as the difference between happiness and joy.

We are all seeking joy. It is the thing which man and woman most desire, whether they know it or not. But it’s not easily found. Often mistaken for other emotions, joy cannot be captured. It cannot be contained. It cannot be sustained in this life. We reach for it, long for it, pray for it because it is the thing which our souls most desire. St. Peter describes joy as “inexpressible and glorious…the result of your faith [felt by] the salvation of your souls” (1 Peter 1:8-9).

We are all searching for truth, meaning, fullness of life, and joy, but many of us are looking for the wrong things in the wrong places! 

 

Mercy always matters

Life in Abundance

Pope Francis said, “Jesus gives us life, life in abundance. If we are close to him we will have joy in our hearts and a smile on our face” (The Spirit of St Francis: Inspiring Words on Faith, Love and Creation, p. 84).

When we know the meaning of life — living life fully, and loving one another with compassion and mercy — we will know, understand, and spread joy!

The great writer and, dare I say, theologian, C.S. Lewis, wrote time and time again about joy. Even his memoir is titled, Surprised by Joy: The Shape of My Early Life. In it, he writes, “Joy must be sharply distinguished both from Happiness and Pleasure. Joy (in my sense) has indeed one characteristic, and one only, in common with them; the fact that anyone who has experienced it will want it again … I doubt whether anyone who has tasted it would ever, if both were in his power, exchange it for all the pleasures in the world. But then Joy is never in our power and Pleasure often is.”

Joy is never in our power. It is a gift from God. However, showing compassion, being merciful, and loving your neighbor will bring you joy. These things are the things that make us fully alive. Doing these things is our call. This is what will lead us to mission. We must embrace love, show compassion, and lead with mercy, and we will be people of joy. We—you and I—must live in the glory of God, fully alive, “for he came to give you life, ‘and life in abundance’” (Jn 10:10). (Pope Francis)

So how do we live life abundantly? We will explore that next time. Look for Part 2 on June 5, 2025.


Copyright 2025 Amy Schisler
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The Shepherd’s Pie: Forgiving Ourselves

The Shepherd’s Pie: Forgiving Ourselves

“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 Doralyn Moore about the importance of learning to forgive ourselves to progress in our own faith journeys, and we discuss her novel, Caused to Triumph.

 

 

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The Shepherd’s Pie: Poetry and the Stages of Grief

The Shepherd’s Pie: Poetry and the Stages of Grief

 

“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 Dan Mahoney about how he was able to use poetry to help him cope with the death of his father as he worked through the five stages of grief, and we discuss his poetry book, “A Dear Friend.”

 

 

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Copyright 2025 Antony Barone Kolenc

Eternity of Spousal Love

Eternity of Spousal Love

After the death of my sweet father, my mother’s anguish was excruciating. The story of my father’s suffering and death was tragic. My mother’s grief was multifaceted. No longer having her best friend and beloved beside her in life was unbearable. Something else, however, crippled her even to consider: Would they, upon meeting in Heaven, recognize each other as husband and wife, or, as some posit, would they be so consumed in the beatific vision that their souls would never recognize a sense of past relationship? Would they be as strangers, or does Heaven allow for recognition of sacred, earthly bonds?

First, it is important to confirm the value that God has placed on marriage. In Genesis 2:18 God said, “It is not good for Man to be alone; I will make a helper fit for him.” The original Hebrew word, ezer, is commonly translated to ‘helper.’ However, in her book, Lost Women of the Bible, Carolyn Custis James points out that “the word ezer is used most often in the Old Testament to refer to God as Israel’s helper in times of trouble. … The ezer is a warrior.” (Custis, Lost Women of the Bible, 35-36) God’s design, therefore, is for a spouse to be a fierce protector, assisting their beloved on the path toward God. On our wedding day we likely had no inkling of the battles we would fight alongside our spouse – or on behalf of our spouse, for that matter. Yet it is the strength and fidelity with which we strive beside our spouse in the trenches of life that defines the kind of protector we are. For better or worse, in sickness and health – how have we fought for or protected our beloved?

In Jeremiah 1:5 God says, “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you, before you were born, I set you apart.” It follows then that God knows our spouse long before we do. He knows our complimentary natures and interests will find fulfillment in each other. He knows the perfect ezer for us. Thus, the very foundation of our relationship with our future spouse is known by God Himself before we are even born. In the eternal eyes of God, does it follow that the love we will share with our spouse has no beginning? Perhaps this is what the Venerable Fulton J. Sheen refers to in his work The World’s First Love when he says, “Every person carries within his heart a blueprint of the one he loves. What seems to be “love at first sight” is the fulfillment of desire, the realization of a dream.” (Venerable Fulton J. Sheen, The World’s First Love, 2)

The more common question, however, is not whether each person has a potential soulmate or blueprint of the perfect spouse written on their heart. The question which weighs more on some hearts, especially those who have lost a spouse to death, is whether the relationship with our spouse ends when their soul leaves this world. If both spouses attain Heaven, will they recognize their past spouse as the person with whom they shared the sacrament of matrimony? Or, conversely, will every soul forget such earthly relationships? Naturally, when this question is posited, strong emotions can arise and theorization can cause significant debate. It is best, in these cases, to review Biblical passages and the writings of the Saints. It is prudent to remember that the reality will remain a mystery until we arrive in Heaven’s splendor.

If the connection to our spouse is simply that of a corporeal attachment or strictly a physical ‘oneness’, the argument that the spousal relationship ends upon the death of either spouse is very convincing. The body is dead, and so must be the bodily connection. The problem with this idea is that marriage is not simply corporal but spiritual. Marriage is not a contract – a legalistic agreement between two parties. Marriage is a covenant, a spiritual agreement or promise between God, man, and wife of a perpetual nature. The Venerable Fulton J. Sheen says:

This unity of two in one flesh is not just biological, as it is in animals. Rather, it has a spiritual and psychic quality understood by few. … This union of the object and the mind, or the thing known and the knower, is one of the closest unions possible in the natural order. … Sacred Scripture speaks of marriage as knowledge because it represents a union much more profound and lasting, much more bound up with our psychic structure, than the mere biological unity that comes from the mating of animals. Marriage involves a soul, a mind, a heart, and a will as much as it involves reproductive organs. … The union, therefore, may be described as psychosomatic, in the sense that it affects the whole person, body and soul, and not merely the lower part alone. (Venerable Fulton J. Sheen, Three to Get Married, 124-125)

How then can something that God joined together – body and soul – be ‘undone’ even by God Himself? Remember, in the gospel of Matthew, Jesus states:

Have you not read that He who made them from the beginning made them male and female, and said, “For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one’? So, they are no longer two but one. What therefore God has joined together, let no man put asunder.” (Matt 19:5-6)

In response to those who would posit, ‘God can do anything He wants’ (i.e. – separate what He had joined together), C.S. Lewis retorts, “His Omnipotence means power to do all that is intrinsically possible, not to do the intrinsically impossible. You may attribute miracles to Him, but not nonsense.” (C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain, 18) Would it be nonsense, then, for God to put asunder what He had joined? Or, would it make sense that a husband and wife who had made a covenant of marriage with God and lived their vows according to God’s law still share a special relationship or recognition in Heaven?

One might ask what this means for someone who has multiple spouses due to being widowed and then remarried. Are both individuals recognized as your spouse in Heaven? First, remember that relationships in Heaven remain a mystery to those of us on earth. If we consider, however, that the primary goal of marriage is to help your spouse get to Heaven, even if someone remarries, their new spouse takes up the proverbial baton. The new spouse is their ezer for the remainder of their life and they are their spouse’s. When both spouses greet that individual in Heaven, they both would certainly bear the honor of having helped that person get to Heaven. Neither marriage sacrament supersedes or negates the other. In Heaven, the construct of marriage would no longer be necessary but the sacramental remnant could very much remain, for any and all spouses. Now, in communion with all the saints, they enjoy the eternal bliss they helped one another attain.

Scholar and philosopher, Dietrich von Hildebrand says this of the abiding nature of sanctifying love:

Collaboration in the sanctification of the beloved becomes the focus of our love, raising it gloriously above the life of this world. It embraces the beloved not only within the limits of this life and for this life, but also for eternity. The eternal welfare of the beloved is the culminating point of all that love affirms. This lends to this love a touching selflessness which is not possessed even by the highest natural love. (Dietrich von Hildebrand, Marriage: The Mystery of Faithful Love, 46-47)

Even for the sake of proving an eternity of spousal love, one cannot ignore Matthew’s Gospel where Jesus did say, “For in the resurrection they shall neither marry nor be married; but shall be as the angels of God in heaven. (Matt 22:30) Certainly! Why would new marriages be made in Heaven when the initiation of that sacrament is primarily to help each other obtain Heaven? This does not, however, negate a preexisting, sacred bond between past spouses. Furthermore, God reserves special places in Heaven for those He holds most dear: His Son at His right hand with Mary, Queen of Heaven, at Jesus’s right hand (Psalm 45:9). This reveals that some earthly relationships are indeed lasting in Heaven – Jesus as Son, Mary as mother. Thus, it is probable that the spousal relationship will be as honored or remembered in Heaven as it was on earth.

Another argument for the eternal nature of the spousal relationship can be seen in the analogy of Christ’s relationship to His church.

Be subject to one another out of reverence for Christ. Wives, be subject to your husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Savior. As the church is subject to Christ, so let wives also be subject in everything to their husbands. Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her that he might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, that he might present the church to himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing that she might be holy and without blemish. Even so husbands should love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. For no man hates his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, as Christ does the church, because we are members of his body. (Eph 5:21-20)

Christ is head of His church as husbands are head of their wives. Will Christ’s dominion over His Church end at the final resurrection when there is no longer an earthly church? Did He give Himself up in order to cleanse and sanctify her and present her spotless before Him only to become separate from her in Heaven? No! Christ’s Church is His care, His beloved for all eternity. Similarly, according to this analogy, so must the husband and wife, connected as the head is to its body, be in some sense connected even when the flesh has died.

Even our earthly bodies will be raised at the final resurrection according to St. Paul:

For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trumpet of God; and the dead in Christ shall rise first. Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and thus we shall always be with the Lord. (1 Thessalonians 4:16-17)

Thus, body and soul, we will be with Christ and He with His Church. It is fair to believe, then, that an acknowledgement between spouses of their body and soul connection will persist in eternity.

Ultimately, the spousal devotion is but a glimpse of the brilliant love awaiting us in the arms of Our Heavenly Father. Our tenderness for our spouse encourages us daily to assist them in obtaining Heavenly rest. Surely God, in His boundless benevolence, will allow us the joy of seeing our spouse, our ezer, in Heaven, whom we had fought tirelessly beside in the trenches of this life. C.S. Lewis captures this longing in an exchange between he and his wife near the end of her fatal illness:

[C.S. Lewis asked her] “If you can – if it is allowed – come to me when I too am on my death bed.” “Allowed!” she said. “Heaven would have a job to hold me; and as for Hell, I’d break it to bits.”… There was no myth and no joke about the will, deeper than any feeling, that flashed through her. (C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed, 75)

There is significant proof in Biblical passages as well as in the writings of Saints and renown thinkers that the spousal love will endure in some way for eternity. When precisely the first conception or foundation of the spousal connection is created and whether it endures in Heaven is known only by God and those who have attained Heaven. Only those of us who have loved our spouses profoundly, body and soul, can know the depth with which we hope to know them as intimately in our next lives.

Elderly couple holding hands and sitting together on a bench.

… Love, which is a reflection of God’s unbodied essence, will remain their eternal ecstasy! There will be no faith in heaven, for we will already see; there will be no hope in heaven, for we will already possess; but there will always be love. God is Love! ~ Venerable Fulton J. Sheen, Three to Get Married, 216

 

Copyright 2025 by Emily Henson

Edited by Maggie Rosario

Mountaintop Moments

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Copyright 2025 Amy Schisler, all rights reserved.

 

“Master, it is good that we are here; let us make three tents, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.” (Luke 9:43)

 

I recently led a retreat for a parish in Arkansas on the Luminous Mysteries of the Rosary. One of those mysteries is today’s Gospel, a story with which I’m sure most of us are familiar. Jesus takes His chosen three Apostles — Peter, James, and John — up to the top of Mount Tabor to pray.

A Vision of Heaven

As the three Apostles look on, Jesus is transfigured before their eyes, “his face changed in appearance and his clothing became dazzling white.” The three men saw Jesus in all His glory, the way He is in Heaven, the way we hope will be our reward in the afterlife. The glory of Jesus and the understanding that this is a glimpse into the awesomeness of eternal life were not lost on Peter. He felt the importance of this moment.

And it gets even better. While in His glory, Jesus is joined by Moses and Elijah “who appeared in glory and spoke of his exodus that he was going to accomplish in Jerusalem.” Overwhelmed by what he is seeing and hearing, Peter naturally wants to cling to this moment. He wants to build tents there on that spot so they can stay there with Jesus forever.

Mountaintop Moments

As I told the ladies at the retreat, Peter was experiencing a true Mountaintop Moment. Often these moments are fleeting or come only after a beautiful spiritual experience. When we attend a meaningful retreat or go on pilgrimage, we typically feel the same as Peter. We are so wrapped up in the divine, influenced by the Holy Spirit, and full of zeal, we don’t want that time to end. Weddings, births, and other momentous occasions also lend themselves to this feeling.

In scripture, God is often revealed on the mountaintop. In Genesis, God speaks to Abraham from the mountain when He points out the stars and makes His covenant with His people. It is on Mount Zion where Abraham is to sacrifice Issac before the Lord intervenes. In Exodus, God appears to Moses in the burning bush at the top of a mountain, and it is on the top of Mount Sinai where Moses receives the Ten Commandments. Solomon builds his temple on Mount Zion, and Isaiah tells of the New Eden built upon a mountain. The Sermon on the Mount is given on a mountain, and Jesus often prays on the Mount of Olives. There is divine beauty on the top of mountain like no other place.

Is it any wonder Peter wanted to remain on the mountain?

Coming Down the Mountain

After those moments when we feel closest to God — on pilgrimage, when we say “I do,” after we receive the Eucharist — it’s so difficult to watch the glory fade, to see our lives returning to the ordinary, to go down the mountain. A day or two after a pilgrimage ends, I always send an email to my pilgrims letting them know that the letdown they may be experiencing is normal; it’s not easy returning to real life. It’s not easy coming down from the mountain.

However, we must come down because, like Jesus, like Peter, James, and John, coming down the mountain means going on mission. After coming down the mountain, Abraham surrenders his life to God, Moses leads the people to the Promised Land, Jesus comes down from the Mount of Temptation and gathers His Apostles. We must come down to finish the task God has given to us.

Returning for Mission

Peter wanted to stay, but his mission was far from over. He would become the rock, the foundation of the church. He would lead the Church and its members. He would preside over the first council of the Church in Jerusalem, and he would begin the conversion of Rome.

As a mountain climber, I can assure you that there is no more spectacular view than from the top of a mountain, and it’s hard to turn away from the vast beauty to make the trek back to the bottom. Alas, we’ve all heard, what goes up must come down. It’s part of God’s design, and there’s a reason for that. We were made for more than just appreciating the view. We were made to take that wonder and awe back down the mountain and share it with others.

When you have your next mountaintop moment, ask the Lord, what it is you are meant to do when you come down. How can you take the experience and turn it into something that glorifies God here on earth, even in the valleys and on the plains?

“Let us make best use of the fleeting moments.” (Saint Marianne Cope)

 

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Lessons in Compassion

Lessons in Compassion

What brings you to Jesus?

In New Testament times, people flocked to Jesus seeking something they lacked—health, freedom, power, peace, or hope.

The Gospels share numerous stories of people with various ailments hoping to be healed. What depth of faith must they have possessed to leave home and endure the discomfort of travel for only a chance of being made well? Suffering, afraid, broken, and probably having exhausted every avenue of healing they knew—when all they had tried failed—they sought this man. Stories of His healings, the miracles, the unexplained, but most importantly the hope drew them to come and see. No one like Jesus existed before; two thousand years later, we can say no one like Jesus has existed since.

Word spread about Jesus from town to town and over great distances, even without social media. But when people came out to see Him, what expectations did they have?

Whatever prompted them, they came in droves, sometimes by the thousands. In Matthew’s Gospel (14:12-21), we read how they crowded the banks where Jesus disembarked from a boat then they scattered across the land, each hoping to find a place to see and more importantly hear this mysterious miracle man. Were they simply discontent by their circumstances—spiritually, economically, politically? Was it just curiosity? Was the arduous trek worth it?

How often do you contemplate the value of the Sunday excursion to Mass versus staying cozy in bed after an exhausting week? Maybe it is not as dramatic as a desert journey, but the stirring to be close to Jesus which moves us into action remains the same.

Jesus provides.

Moved to pity by the multitudes, Jesus seized this opportunity to do what He did best: teach and heal. He cured the sick and spent the day among these people. He tirelessly ministered, touching many hearts, converting many souls, and stirring the desire of many to become disciples.

On this wonderful day, the crowds found abundant things in this location: grace, hope, mercy, tenderness, love . . . however, food was lacking and evening approached. Jesus had provided sustenance of mind and spirit, but could He also provide for the body? How many thought to themselves, Could He be the answer to everything we need?

As the day came to a close, the Apostles approached the Master and entreated Him to dismiss the crowds. In the presence of such greatness, witnessing things they’d never seen before, they would not likely leave of their own accord.

Woman on mountain top.A mountain-top experience.

How often have you had a mountain-top experience, one of those splendid, special days you never want to end? How many gathered around Jesus that day, like Peter at the Transfiguration, wished the day to go on forever?

Instead of dispersing the crowd as the Apostles requested, Jesus ordered the crowd to be seated, and He blessed the five fish and two loaves of bread. Seated, the people were at rest, the burden of the day and their hunger lifted by a simple command. In this short time with Jesus, they learned to trust Him. They yoked themselves to the teachings of this Rabbi, this teacher.

Come to me, all who labor, hunger, and thirst. Jesus promises to take the burden upon himself, and give you rest. We see that promise in the command to be seated. Do you see Jesus’ promises as trustworthy? If you had been there, would you have sat and waited on Him to act, or would you have doubted and gone to care for your own needs?

Taking the sparse offerings of the five fish and two loaves, Jesus Himself presents them to the Father, blesses them, and breaks them — dividing them among those who put their trust in Him to provide. There is not only enough to feed those present, but twelve bushels of fragments are left, collected, and distributed to others in need.

When we seek what Jesus offers, we are given rest.

We are filled with more than we need and left with some to distribute to others who also need, but who have perhaps not yet realized what Jesus is offering. Seeking Jesus is always worth the effort.

 

Copyright 2025 by Allison Gingras

Edited by Theresa Linden

Survey Says: Mary, Powerhouse Intercessor!

Survey Says: Mary, Powerhouse Intercessor!

by Dennis Lambert

If we were playing Biblical Family Feud and the players were asked, “What was the greatest revelation of the Wedding at Cana?” my guess is that the number one answer would be a toss-up between two answers. It would be either that it is where Jesus performed his first miracle or that it was the beginning of his public ministry.

Now for the more serious Family Feud thrill seekers out there, what would take the next spot on the big Feud board? The answer to that is likely to be dependent on that player’s Christian affiliation. For myself, being Catholic, my response would be, “Mary the Intercessor.”

One thing I am certain of is that the role of Mary in our Christian faith is often misunderstood by Protestants, and also by many Catholics. Having spent a couple years in the non-denominational world, I can tell you that the number one misconception regarding Mary is that Catholics pray to Mary as we pray to God. (insert the Family Feud big Red X and obnoxious buzzer sound here!). It is, in fact, the story of Cana which demonstrates to the world one of Mary’s most treasured roles in our Christian faith.

Let’s take a look by putting ourselves into the story…

Now, wedding feasts during the time of Jesus were truly a celebration which lasted for days. So the party is in full swing when Mary, the intuitive mother she is, notices something is wrong.

Perhaps she notices the head waiter whispering something into the ear of the father of the bride and then sees a look of shock and dismay come across his face. Next, the father follows the head waiter into the kitchen, and Mary, who obviously knows the man, out of concern follows him to find out what has him so disheveled.

When Mary learns that he has run out of wine she immediately understands the social ramifications and embarrassment it would cause this man, his daughter the bride, and his family. You see, running short on wine at such a celebration would indeed been a major party foul and that error would have surely made that family the talk of the town for months to come, and not in a good way.

So I can envision Mary calmly talking to that father, telling him that everything is going to be all right, that she’s got it handled. Her next move is to her Son. She explains in detail what has happened, what was happening. After listening to his mother, Jesus says to her, “Women, how does your concern affect me? My hour has not yet come.” The reality is that back then, the term “Woman” was an endearing sign of affection. Using a little poetic license and placing myself into the scene, I can see Jesus’ response possibly coming off more like, “Mother, the woman I adore, it’s not my time quite yet. You understand, right?”  (And if I had more space in this article we could go into how biblical scholars describe this call of “Woman” by Jesus as his announcing of Mary as the new Eve.)

Now Mary’s response is interesting. Her eyes are on Jesus, listening to what he says one second, and then a split second later turning her head from her son to the server. Without saying a word to her son, she tells the server, “Do whatever he tells you.”  Now that’s authority! Now that’s a mother!

I can just imagine Jesus rolling his eyes after this, saying something like, “Ma, really?” But what does he do? He orders the servers to bring out six stone jars filled with water. According to the Gospel, that was between 120- and 180-gallons worth of water that Jesus then turns into wine!  In that instance, Jesus complies to his mother’s wishes, her “intentions.”

What this part of the story tells us, unequivocally, is that Mary indeed has the ear of her son and most importantly, that he listens to her.

And what are the implications for us? While they may be pretty clear to most, let me build up where I’m heading with this just a bit before I come out and state the obvious. Allow me ask a couple probing questions …

How many of you have ever prayed for someone else? How many been prayed for? My guess is that everyone reading this is saying an unequivocal “yes” to both questions. The fact that we all participate so fully in this thing we call prayer shows that there is something to it. That there is a real power to prayer. And if you’re like me, the holier the person you get to say a prayer on your behalf, the more efficacious we feel that prayer is going to be.

Which brings us back to Mary. The wedding feast at Cana introduces Mary as the best intercessor for our prayers. After all, whether a person is Catholic or Protestant, I’m confident we would all agree that no one who ever lived is holier than Mary. After all, God chose her to have his Son!

Clearly, as seen in the story of the Wedding at Cana, Jesus most especially listens to his mother! And this, my friends, is Mary’s role in our faith. We don’t pray to Mary as we pray to Jesus or the Father. Rather we ask her, as the holiest person who ever lived, to take our needs, our prayers, our intentions to the very foot of her son. For, as seen at Cana, Jesus most especially listens to his Mother!

So when you find yourself in need, be it one of the big things in life variety, or just a case of writer’s block you’re trying to clear away, may the forceful words of Steve Harvey ring within your ears, “Survey Says: Mary, Powerhouse Intercessor!”…. and then may you turn to our Champion of Cana and ask her for the gift of her influential prayers!

© Copyright 2025 by Dennis Lambert

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A Champion in God’s Eyes

By Kimberly Novak

 

“Our world is obsessed with success. But how does God define success? Success in God’s eyes is faithfulness to His calling.”   

Billy Graham

 

In any line of work, the rewards or fruits of our labor are often unknown. There are occasions when recognition occurs, but eight out of ten times, we do not know our impact upon someone or something. As an author, I try to get the yellow stars on Amazon, positive reviews for my blog, and the occasional kudos from a colleague. 

It’s natural to strive for success in a chosen craft, especially when the project responds to God’s call upon our hearts. Aside from the occasional nudges of spiritual warfare, I am confident that I am walking in God’s Will for my life. However, until recently, I always thought my day job, or station, was my life’s work. That was until I met Lizzy. 

Lizzy came into my life not by coincidence but through the gentle hands of God. On New Year’s Day, my phone rang, and on the other end, it was the most fabulous gift—a friend with a message from God.

My friend, an acquaintance of Lizzy’s, was calling to share some exciting news.  Lizzy had been dealing with new cognitive deficits, which affected daily living. Lizzy and she often met to discuss these things when Lizzy’s outlook suddenly changed from sorrow to joy. One day, Lizzy held something tight in her grasp, and as her fingers released it, my chapter book, Bella’s Beautiful Miracle, was in her hands. Written primarily for middle-grade children in the voice of bugs, it shares Bella’s journey from caterpillar to butterfly. However, Bella’s journey is for all ages. With themes of prayer, renewal, and faith, it resonates with adults looking for more in their relationship with God, just like Lizzy.  

As it turns out, I signed books at a local craft fair in December, and a friend of Lizzy’s purchased the book for her. Quite often, those without little ones to shop for will walk on by. Therefore,  I make it a point to invite them over and share how Bella’s story relates to readers of all ages. Lucky for me, Lizzy’s friend was one of those people who was willing to listen. 

I remember the conversation we had that day. She was attracted to the book because of Lizzy’s love for butterflies. I would say the cover art worked its magic at that moment! Signing and selling books at craft fairs can be tricky. Sometimes, I do better at churches, but then there are times when I have had success in unexpected places… No matter what,  I always set the bar low to sell one book and plant one seed knowing that God will ensure its growth. On this particular day, God only needed one book to make a difference. 

We had to meet! My friend arranged a time for the three of us to chat, and it was glorious! The best recognition of any writer has got to be face-to-face with the one God had you craft your story for. I was anxious at first at Lizzy’s star-struck reaction. I’m just a little woman in a normal suburb, living a normal life. As we sat and talked, we both became settled and natural. I felt God’s presence in the room, and I knew that the moment was designed by God and for His glory. 

God took that one purchase and turned it into a miracle! Lizzy has become a new version of herself. She carries the book around and sees herself as Bella the caterpillar.  Lizzy now shines in her smile and shares Jesus with those who will listen. Bella’s story, exactly! 

I might not win awards or be the best-selling author, but my trophy awaits me in heaven. Recognition from God for a job well done and the memory of Lizzy’s smile as she held tightly to my written words is gold star enough for me! My meeting with Lizzy was a true blessing and gift from God. This experience has shed light upon my life’s work; God has shown me that my life’s work is all about bringing people closer to Him. That might be through my day job or writing, but I am open to answering that call. 

 

(Names and experiences were modified to maintain confidentiality).

 

©️ 2025 Kimberly Novak

Edited by Janet Tamez

Pierre Toussaint: NYC’s OG Black Hairdresser and Future Saint

Pierre Toussaint: NYC’s OG Black Hairdresser and Future Saint 

By Janet Tamez 

Before he was declared venerable by St. John Paul II, Pierre Toussaint was an OG New Yorker, a master hairstylist to the rich and a quiet godfather to the poor. He arrived in New York City in 1796, when George Washington had just stepped down from the presidency, the United States was a young blood, and NYC was the place to be. 

Born into slavery in Haiti, Pierre came to America with his owners, who fled the Haitian Revolution. Hoping to maintain their way of life, Pierre’s owner brought him and the other slaves to America. Far from being abolitionists, they were progressive in one key way: they allowed Pierre to be trained as a hairdresser and keep his earnings. This came in clutch as NYC was filled with rich aristocrats like the Schuyler sisters who needed their hair did for social events. Pierre soon built a reputation as one of the city’s most sought-after stylists. 

Then came an unexpected twist of fate. His owner, Jean Jacques Bérard, died, leaving behind a widowed wife who struggled to support herself. Rather than turn his back on her, Pierre used his earnings to financially sustain her until her death. In gratitude, she granted him freedom on her deathbed. He was over 40 years old at the time. 

Pierre wasted no time securing the freedom of those he loved. He purchased his fiancée Juliette’s freedom, as well as his sister’s. He and Juliette settled in a modest home on Reade Street, where they opened their doors to orphaned children, feeding them and teaching them valuable trade skills. They also raised his niece, Euphemia, as their own after his sister’s passing. 

Pierre wasn’t just a talented hairstylist, he was a hustler in the best sense. He invested in real estate and banks, building wealth not for himself but for the people around him. What makes him a saint is not how he started from the bottom but how generous he was with his wealth. He donated heavily to charities across New York, including Elizabeth Seton’s orphanage (which, at the time, only served white children). Most notably, he was one of the first benefactors of St. Patrick’s Old Cathedral, where he is buried today, the only layperson granted that honor. 

Rumor has it that when a friend pointed out that he could retire early, Pierre replied, “Pierre loves the kids.” Okay, just kidding. What he actually said was, “Madam, I have enough for myself, but if I stop work, I have not enough for others.” And he lived by that philosophy.

Even when the Great Fire of 1835 destroyed his real estate investments, costing him what would be equivalent to $900,000 today, he continued to fund orphanages and charities, laying the foundation for what is now Catholic Charities in New York. He also started the first Black Catholic school in the city. 

To the Haitian immigrants who arrived in New York, Pierre was a lifeline, offering them jobs, financial assistance, and guidance. When yellow fever devastated the city, he was one of the few who entered quarantined neighborhoods to care for the sick. Pierre was able to mingle with both the elites of NYC and the poor of New York, earning the love and respect of both. 

When he died in 1853, the entire neighborhood turned out to honor him, the rich, the poor, Black and White, all recognizing the life of a man who gave everything to his community. 

This Black History Month, we remember Venerable Pierre Toussaint—not just as a philanthropist or entrepreneur, but as a man of the people. Respected in the streets, honored in the church, and hopefully, one day, celebrated as a saint by the global Church.

 

Copyright 2025 by Janet Tamez

Edited by Angela Lano

Memento Mori

Teach us to count our days aright,
that we may gain wisdom of heart.
(Psalm 90:12). (1)

Memento Mori

When I was growing up, “Remember your death” was an almost universal expression of Christian practice during Lent.

Parents taught their children that we are “ashes to ashes, dust to dust.” My own mother, and a variety of other mature women I knew then, quipped their excuses for not mopping under beds with the old joke, “My friends might be down there, visiting me today.”

It’s human nature to fantasize that we are the exceptions, that we will never wrinkle and decline, that we ourselves will never die. The elders then were offering us as children an essential grounding in reality.

Last September, I lost my beloved husband of almost 50 years

Although I recognized our advancing age, decreasing energy, and the burgeoning of necessary medical checkups, I shied away from his earnest attempts to provide me with important survival information.

My response was bright-eyed and cheery. “But we’re not going to die,” I kept telling him. “At least, not yet.”

I know he showed me where he was hiding the outdoor emergency house key … Five months later, the kids and I still haven’t been able to find it. Fortunately, we had other keys.

A massive heart attack, caused by blockage in the LAD, left artery descending, took Charles away from us far too soon. This silent and deadly killer is nicknamed “the widow maker” by medical professionals, for good reason.

I’m deeply thankful for the memory that last April, he raced me across the parking lot at St. Thomas the Apostle Church in Tucson, right after we had received Eucharist together on Easter Sunday. I’ll never forget his grin when he beat me to the car.

Despite my evasion, a spiritual call to prayer for the dying does run in my maternal family line. I experienced it even in my Methodist childhood, with elderly family members “checking in” as their time of passing neared.

Once I was confirmed in the Roman Catholic Church in 1989, insistent calls to pray for fellow parishioners, and even total strangers, drew me to the Adoration Chapel more and more often.

After a while, I began to notice that every time I felt a particular call to prayer, the same people were already there, or coming through the door right behind me; each of us always with a rosary in our hands.

At a Catholic Life in the Spirit conference held at Notre Dame University in 1998, I heard a speaker on the topic of charismatic gifts say, “Here’s a terrible one – knowing when people are going to die.”

I disagree. It’s a beautiful gift in the Body of Christ, a blessing that Our Lord pours through us, in the power of the Holy Spirit.

These calls to prayer mean that someone who loves us knows when we’re coming home; someone is lighting a candle in the window to guide us and welcome us; someone is calling companions together to support us. The transportation provided for that journey is prayer.

Every time any member of the Church prays a rosary, aren’t we asking the Blessed Mother for this very assistance at the time of our own deaths?

Catholics who respond to a felt call, to pray a rosary for others, are serving Mother Mary as her hands here on earth.

Has this understanding spared me any of the dreadful earthly experiences that follow the sudden death of a spouse — the incapacitating waves of grief, the hollow feeling of emptiness, the seemingly endless sleepless nights – the lawyers, bankers, and brokers, with their complicated rules and reams of paperwork – the daunting responsibilities to console grieving children and grandchildren, and to navigate the family through a disorienting new universe?

No. I have not been spared any of these.

But I’m grateful that, by mystical grace, I was granted the privilege to be with my husband, in prayer, at the time of his death; with God’s love swirling around us and through us both. That, for me, is everything.

T.S. Eliott wrote, in the concluding lines of his profoundly religious poem Ash Wednesday:

“When the voices shaken from the yew-tree drift away,
Let the other yew be shaken and reply.
… Teach us to sit still
Even among these rocks,
Our peace in His will
And even among these rocks
Sister, mother
… Spirit of the river, spirit of the sea,
Suffer me not to be separated
And let my cry come unto Thee.” (2)

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us now, and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

Notes:
1. https://bible.usccb.org/bible/psalms/90
2. https://englishverse.com/poems/ash_wednesday © 2003-2025 English Verse

Copyright by Margaret King Zacharias, February 15, 2025.

Feature photo used by permission of the author.