Nowhere in the Gospel story does it say that Jesus promised the man sight if he washed in the pool. I wonder what it was that made him feel he could trust Jesus.

This was when I learned that it feels good to help people, and this memory is a perpetually replenished well of living water for me.

When I went to Indianapolis in the summer of 2024 to cover the NEC for our archdiocesan newspaper, I knew it would be a fun and spiritually rich experience.

When we first got married, I wanted to know everything my husband was thinking, exactly when he was thinking it. Thirteen years later, I still want to know it all.

My husband and I couldn’t believe our luck: our new house had a deck. It was more than a couple of broke millennials had ever dared to dream about. We had arrived.

I want you to close your eyes. Are they closed? (I’m serious.) Okay. Now think of the greatest saint in history. Answer the question: Why is he or she a great saint?

In the Beatitudes, Jesus utilizes a literary device called anaphora. As a reader and a writer, I love anaphora. It’s a clean, unfussy way to communicate a point.

It doesn’t matter who we are. If we are human beings with a soul, we stand on the shore of a great and powerful sea, a net in our hands and a hunger in our soul.