“Mimi! Mimi!” giggled three-year-old Gemma as she ran into the kitchen. With arms outstretched, she proudly presented a small vase packed with treasure: plucked red tulips, snapped-off purple violets, and ripped-out-of-the-ground golden dandelions. Then she tripped—and disaster. The vase flew across the room and dropped to the ground. Her precious offering shattered into a thousand pieces and its cherished contents lie dangled and drooped. Gemma’s broken heart spilled over with tears and disappointment.
On a crystal clear evening, I glanced out the window and noticed the brightness of the full moon. Its magnetic presence drew my attention as beams of light shot from the center in the form of a cross. The scene was as if the heavens were declaring the glory of God.
On my very first day as campus minister for Columbus Catholic High School, a kind and beloved priest entered my office. I set my pen down and rose to greet him. I suspected Msgr. Paul Steimel was visiting to give instructions on organizing an all-school Mass or designing a prayer service for teens. Instead, I received a profound life lesson. Msgr. Steimel sat down and gently shared his wisdom: “Mary, you never need to judge a student. All you have to do is love them and God will do the rest. Only God can change the human heart.”
The blog on this page presents reflections on the Sunday readings through the lens of a parent/grandparent, aiding leaders of the domestic church in their vital task as “first heralds” or “first preachers” of the Good News in the home.