Tabby, the Marian Cat


tabby sings baby Jesus to sleep with her purring

tabby stayed with baby Jesus after the other animals left

tabby’s pet status as a reward for staying with the baby Jesus

m on tabby’s head resulted from Mary blessing her with initial 

best version, told as a story

tabby saved baby Jesus from devilish snake

M for Mary



President Trump: A Real Life Iron Man



Both are billionaire philanthropist businessmen who have dedicated their smarts and their money to helping others and serving their country.

Both have towers named after them.

Both have lots of bad guys seeking their destruction.

Both use wit, sarcasm, and humor as tools for facing their foes.

Both are said to have an ego, but mean well.

Both seek to leave a historic legacy behind them.

Both are determined and stubborn when it comes to fixing problems and standing up to enemies.

Both have have become a figurehead for fighting the good fight and standing up to bullies.

Both had reputations as players in the past, but turned their lives around when they met an incredible woman who now fights for justice with them.

Both have become major news and have made a name for themselves that infuriates and intimidates the trouble-makers of the world.

My advice to fans of our favorite armored hero who fail to see our president as a hero too would be: either embrace our president, or give up Iron Man, because they’re too much alike for you to reject one and love the other. Me? I choose to love them both.


The Creed of St. Cecilia


As St. Cecilia lay dying, after giving her life for the Gospel, she made one last proclamation of faith. Outstretching her middle, index and thumb fingers, she declared her belief in the three Persons of the Trinity: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Folding down her ring and little fingers, she gave testimony to the hypostatic union of Jesus Christ’s Divine and Human natures. This moment is captured and preserved on the life-size that tops her tomb in Rome today.

The Catholic Church is indeed a Church of trend setters. Whether you’re looking for an alternative hand gesture for your favorite rock concert, or assigning a signature move to a Christian superhero in your story, you can give thanks to God for this little bit of inspiration from the very special St. Cecilia. Thank you God!

To read St. Cecilia’s story, click here.

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I believe in ghosts.

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The word “ghost” simply means spirit.

As Catholics we believe in the existence of spirits: angels & demons, our own souls when they leave our body for hell or heaven or heaven through purgatory, and we worship a Spirit: God is spirit.

Many may be aware that the third Person of our Triune God, the Holy Spirit, is sometimes referred to as “Holy Ghost” in older English for this very reason.

So when people ask me if i believe in ghosts, i say “yes”. Do i believe in hauntings? also ‘yes”. People receive visitors from the eternal realm all the time. Just make you’re being visited by a good ghost and not a bad ghost. If it’s a bad kind of haunting, ask your priest about an exorcism.

So while you enjoy your fun spooks, tonight don’t forget about real spooks and don’t forget to pray for the Holy Souls in Purgatory this Halloween. (It’s my theory this was the origin of the ghost, skeleton, and mummy costumes: reminders to pray for the dead.)

Happy Halloween!


The Distress of Deep Love


Read John 21:15-17.

Many people have many different theories about the meaning of this story and why St. Peter was distressed by the third “I love You!”. Some will assume it was simply annoyance over the repetition of Jesus’ question, some will say it was guilt over his three denials last week, and some will go into this deeply theological discussion of agape vs. phileo and say St. Peter wasn’t ready to love very deeply yet. These theories could be true, possibly. (I would say though, that it would be mean for us to assume St. Peter wasn’t an agape disciple just because he didn’t pass the test on Good Friday. He made very clear at the last supper he was prepared in his heart to die for Jesus, and we shouldn’t think he was only boasting just because he was overcome by a very human fear and the weakness of his flesh couldn’t keep up with the willingness of his spirit. St. Paul went through the same dilemma every day according to Romans 7:15-20 and no one can deny the depth of his love.)

I have another theory, based more on personal experience than scholarly research. I have noticed a distress in my own soul that reflects the intensity of my love for such a perfect Jesus rather than a weakness in it. When I say “I love You!” to Jesus over and over and over and try to “prove it” in my actions, there is a certain pain of longing, desperation, sense of helplessness? It’s hard to describe, but it’s like I can’t say those three words enough, can’t prove it enough, can’t perfect myself enough, to give Him the me I want to present Him or to get through to Him just how much I care, just how deep the love in my heart goes. You see something kind of similar in the out of control extravagance of the birthday party Elsa throws Anna in Frozen Fever because she’s overwhelmed with the preciously heavy weight of love she carries for her sister. Three words that don’t seem adequate to describe how you feel, but they’re all you can say, so you say them with almost a groaning in your soul as frequently a broken record. What else can you do? What else can you say? It’s never enough. You can never quite fully explain or prove it, because it’s too deep, so deep that you’re afraid even God doesn’t get it. You can’t quite hear Him assure you that He realizes as loudly and clearly as you’re trying to make Him realize: thus the distress of deep love. At the end of the day, though, you have to make an act of faith for the sake of your soul and your sanity and say with St. Peter: “Lord, You know all things. Therefore, in Your Divine Omniscience, I must believe that You somehow know just how much I love You and just how deep and intense that love is. Even though I will never be satisfied with my expression or fulfillment of this love, I must have faith that You know it anyway.”

I probably sounds a little weird, but I’m sure I’m not the only one who knows this feeling. I think St. Peter was one of these souls and I believe the other souls out there like this will understand what I’m trying to say here. I have a whole new respect for St. Peter now in light of this, and it would make sense that this story is found in St. John’s gospel, since he also loved Jesus very intensely. We love You, Jesus, and we know You know now!