Each year, as winter deepens and daylight fades, Christmas lights begin to appear. They line rooftops and windows, tracing the dark with warmth and promise. These small flames against the night stir something within me—a longing for light that does not fail. For the Catholic, this longing finds its fulfillment not in decoration, but in a Child, carried into the world by His Mother. Sacred Scripture proclaims: The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome

There are journeys we take for rest, journeys we take for discovery, and then there are pilgrimages—the sacred journeys we undertake to...

How vast is the Bridegroom’s love for me; how deep is His mercy; how endless is His Presence?  These are questions which I have been...

Miguel Cabrera, 1763 In this moving image of St. Gertrude the Great, I am invited into the silence of divine intimacy. Clothed in the...