We tend to think of God in transcendent terms, as a reality far beyond us—all-powerful, all-knowing. We think of all the ways in which God is different from us. We are finite; God is infinite. We are very imperfect; God is perfect. Continue »

My husband, George, and I were overjoyed when we realized we were expecting our third child. Although this pregnancy was threatened by toxemia and possible premature delivery, our third precious daughter, Megan, was delivered on her due date. We recognized God’s goodness in her healthy birth and couldn’t wait to share our love with her. Continue »

Stories abound about the extraordinary events coloring the life of St. Anthony of Padua, the “wonder-worker.” Fish are said to have listened to him preach, their heads attentively raised out of the river, when the hard of heart refused to heed his words. Continue »

Every year when our children were growing up, I used to feel ambushed by summer. As school came to an end and our regular schedule disappeared, it was a struggle to change gears and begin dealing with that familiar question: “I’m bored, Mom, what can I do?” Continue »

When I hear the phrase, “Jesus saves,” I think of poorly lettered billboards on many a country road. I also remember an unpleasant incident when I was buttonholed by a street evangelist who asked: “Are you saved, brother?” But these unhappy experiences of insensitivity cannot change what is central for me, as for every Christian: Jesus does save. Continue »