“Peregrina, Peregrina we’ve been waiting for you,” said the Hospitalero – the volunteer that cares for Pilgrims at the refugee – as he ran down the embankment, past the clothes line and across the yard. “You have?” I asked quizzically….
It’s springtime in the South of France, the days are growing longer, but there is still a chill in the air. As my train from Paris whizzes by lavender fields and wheat crops that have yet to reach full height,…
My walk on The Way of Saint James began here at the Miraculous Medal Chapel, Rue de Bac, Paris, France. Mary appeared here in this chapel to St. Catherine Laboure, giving her an image we now recognize as the Miraculous Medal….
(Previously published article) Our escort, Father James, stops the car. A tribal man with a machete in his hand rushes the car, his face pressed at our window, screaming in his native Khasi language. There is a lump in my…
On Friday I received an email, like on most days, from Flickr saying one of my contacts has uploaded a new photo. The photo was the one shown here, taken by a priest who resides in England. It is such…
We Catholics have a corner on the market of relics; that is to say we have exhumed, collected, horded, stolen, traded and bought, (not to mention stashed, hidden, coveted and fought over) the body parts of Saints!Throughout Europe there are…