I’m checking in from the Subway in Terminal B at the Dallas-Fort Worth Airport. Our flight from Phoenix was totally full, and it seemed like everyone carried on a full-size suitcase. Seriously, most “carry-on” bags were bigger than the ones we checked. By the time our Group 7 boarded, there was no room in the … Continue reading Whoooa, we’re halfway there
Since Kathryn and I spend a lot of our weekends away from Phoenix, it’s not uncommon for us to find ourselves visiting another parish for Mass on any given Sunday. It is far less common for us to visit the same parish two Sundays in a row, although that’s exactly what happened the past two … Continue reading New altar rail at St. Stanislaus Catholic Church in Nashua, New Hampshire
Today I learned the word tempura is not of Japanese origin. It turns out it’s a loan word from Latin, and it’s connected to a centuries-old Catholic tradition called Ember Days. This morning, I was up and out of the house early enough to get to Mass before work. I went to the traditionalist Catholic … Continue reading Today I learned the word tempura is not Japanese
Although many of our fellow Mexico City pilgrims had started trickling into town Monday afternoon, Wednesday was officially the first day of our itinerary. The first and only destination for the day was the pyramids at Teotihuacan, but this was a pilgrimage group, so of course we prayed first. And ate.
I don’t often blatantly repost old blog material. However, last week I had a conversation with some colleagues about my visit to Auschwitz in 2006, and it made me think about the following post I published three years ago today: I’ve been reminded that today, August 14, is the feast day of St. Maximilian Kolbe. … Continue reading Today is the feast of St. Maximilian Kolbe, patron saint of ham radio
In the past twelve months, I’ve posted photos of two churches where Kathryn and I were called to be godparents to newborns. However, just this past Easter, we visited Immaculate Conception in Newburyport, Massachusetts, where I was baptized as a newborn, approximately a thousand years ago. One of Kathryn’s aunts was able to join us … Continue reading Immaculate Conception, Newburyport
Kathryn took this photo of the main altar of the Church of St. Mary Magdalene, La Madeleine, located in the heart of Paris, over five years ago, in January 2013. It was one of those right-place-right-time situations we like to take advantage of. We happened to be walking by the church just a few minutes … Continue reading The main altar of La Madeleine, Paris, just before a weekday Mass
Valentine’s Day? Arizona Statehood Day? Any other year, that’s how we might refer to February 14. This year, however, February 14 is, first and foremost, Ash Wednesday. I like to get a jump on my Lenten repentance, so I arrived at Mater Misericordiae Mission in Phoenix at 6:05 this morning to get in line for … Continue reading Repent! Remember, man, that thou art dust
A photo of the altar at Ss. Peter and Paul Catholic Church in Waterloo, Illinois. Kathryn and I attended Sunday Mass here this morning with our cousins and their family. After Mass, we witnessed the baptism of their youngest daughter at the baptismal font just to the left side of the altar.
Kathryn and I have a pattern when we go camping in Cottonwood. We have a mid-afternoon shower and change of clothes on Saturday, followed by a late afternoon Mass.
It’s early Sunday morning here, around 7:30 am, and I’m enjoying a cup of coffee and an ocean vista. As a group, we agreed we were due for a day of rest today. It sounds like our hosts are as exhausted as we are. They had guests before Kathryn and me, so I’m hardly surprised. … Continue reading A quiet Sunday morning in Glentana, South Africa
We arrived in Cape Town last night. After a day and a half of traveling, I was far too exhausted to post anything other than a quick text to my mother. The bar had already closed when we arrived at the hotel, so we ended up raiding the well stocked mini-bar instead. In light of … Continue reading Arrived in Cape Town
There are two easy ways to see the Pope when you’re in Rome. Kathryn and I were able to see him both ways during our visit to Rome earlier this year. As long as the Pope isn’t away from the city for his vacation or for an apostolic visit, you should be able to see him too.
It turns out I didn’t get the sunrise photos I wanted on our last day in Las Vegas. It was raining when the sun came up and still raining when we left the hotel, although the rain let up early in the morning. We did find a decent donut shop, found a beautiful Sunday Mass, and had lunch with our friend Kerrie, with whom we couldn’t connect Friday evening.
When I lived in Richmond, I wasn’t much of a church-goer. In the three years I lived there, I can count the number of times I attended Mass on one hand. Zero. Now, seven years later, attendance at Sunday Mass is part of my life. I don’t intentionally miss it. When planning our recent visit to Richmond, I found the Cathedral of the Sacred Heart has a Mass at 5:15 pm on Saturdays. It was a particularly convenient time, shortly after our arrival in town. It was also within walking distance of our hotel. We had a winner.
Usually when I talk or write about St. Mary’s Basilica, I’m referring to the beautiful Spanish mission style Catholic church in downtown Phoenix, Arizona. I was looking through some of my old photos recently, and I found a picture of another, much older St. Mary’s Basilica. This one is in Krakow, Poland. It’s also beautiful, built in a Brick Gothic style in the 14th century.