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With the latest Gallup poll, the apostolic challenge is stark: every Catholic ought to be meeting the stunning SBNR/A (“Spiritual But Not Religious/Affiliated”) explosion with a plan. In case you missed it, the “unaffiliated” have soared to 21 percent of Americans and formal membership in a specific house of worship has cratered to a new low of 47 percent. 

Two things recently coincided to get me thinking about family culture. At first glance, they are fairly disparate. Look a little closer, and they dovetail perfectly. My adult son Patrick was asked to consider his family mission statement in a business school assignment. As part of the assignment, he asked me, his dad and his siblings what we thought our family mission is. That sparked some treasured conversation with Patrick. The other thing was pondering the Good Shepherd over three days’ liturgies during the fourth week of Easter. I promise: This all fits together.

Q. Where did the Ascension take place? Matthew and Mark tell us that the apostles are to go back to Galilee, but Luke says that they should stay in Jerusalem until Jesus has risen. (Louisville, Ky.) 

During these challenging and unsettling times, exacerbated by a pandemic that has caused death and physical, mental and emotional suffering, we must remember one of the most important truths of our Faith: we are not alone, God is with us. This critical truth is important to reflect upon at all times, but such reflection is especially vital during this Mental Health Awareness Month.  

There is a particularly unexpected twist in the saga of many families when the child suddenly starts acting the parent and the parent resembles the child.

Fr. Joseph Smits, CICM (65 years), Fr. David Curran, CICM (50 years), Fr. Richard J. Ley (50 years), Fr. Franklyn M. McAfee (50 years), Fr. William J. Metzger, OSFS (50 years), Fr. John T. B. Trong (50 years) and eleven other priests are celebrating ordination jubilees this year.

“Stand up,” my husband nudged me. I gritted my teeth and stood in my pew. It was Mother’s Day, the annual “blessing of all the mothers” at the end of Mass, and it made me nauseous.

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