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Finding God in the Darkness of Depression

I have a passionate devotion to Divine Mercy. I sing the Chaplet and pray this prayer of surrender, “Jesus, help the signature of my life be the signature of your Divine Mercy, ‘Jesus, I trust in you.’ ” And I strive to live that surrender minute by minute. But as I fell deeper and deeper into the dark hole of depression a couple of years ago, the prayer began to sit on my heart like a heavy weight. It made it hard for me to breathe.
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Spreading God’s Love

Early in the spring, when the sun first begins to warm the Earth, the sweet smelling fir trees growing high in the Mexican mountains begin to come alive with the sound of millions of fluttering wings. The Monarch butterflies, which have migrated all the way from Canada to find their safe haven amongst these branches, will awaken from their long winter’s nap.
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On a Wing and a Prayer

What you are about to read is scientifically inexplicable. Try as they may, no one can figure it out. The Eastern Migrating Monarch (Danaus Plexippus) is an anomaly in nature. As stated, it goes through several changes to reach the Imago stage of mature adulthood: egg to caterpillar to pupa to butterfly--each stage of development having the identical DNA as the one before.
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Embracing Our Faith Journey

After about two weeks of being enclosed in its chrysalis, the newly formed Monarch butterfly is now ready to emerge from its metamorphic chamber and get on with life. The butterfly has to strive to emerge from its capsule of transformation and burst on the scene. The struggle to get free is exhausting, but without the workout, the butterfly would not be strong enough to successfully engage all that it is about to encounter. 
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Soaring with God

Can you recall a time when you looked at your life and thought, “There must be something more than this”? Have you ever longed to experience something more? Something better? Something greater? 
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Finding Courage in Suffering: Blood, Sweat and Tears

I didn’t read the Bible growing up. The truth is, aside from Sunday Mass, holy days, weddings and the occasional greeting card or crossword puzzle, I was never really exposed to Holy Scripture. As I became friends with other Christians of all denominations, I was often amazed at their command of God’s Word. I also felt somewhat cheated by my own church for leaving me so ignorant of the Word of God.
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Three Questions to Keep Your Kingdom-Building Family Focused

Last week, we had an amazing six-day family retreat led by our dear friend and spiritual director who also happens to be a priest. We tucked ourselves away in a little cabin on the coast and quieted our souls with time away from ministry, early morning walks on the beach, evening swims and night time crab hunts. We dotted the days with the once in a life-time experience of whale watching and a bit of surfing.
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What a Monk Taught Me about Faith

“The cross is steady while the earth is turning.” Those words really hit me. They are the motto of the Carthusians, a Roman Catholic order of monks founded in 1084 by Saint Bruno in Chartreuse, France. The monks leave family, friends, and jobs to live completely for God in contemplation, silence, and faith. They come together for prayer and a midday meal, but each monk spends most of the time in his own cell. They talk when they take hikes for three or four hours. Twice a year, there is a daylong community recreation, and the monks may receive an annual visit from family members. There are 25 active Carthusian monasteries on three continents. Roughly 350 men and 70 women presently live this lifestyle.
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Humanizing God

Image: pexels. We are all familiar with the ways in which Jesus used imagery to help us understand who he was. He described himself as the shepherd and we are his sheep. Of course, we know we are not really sheep, but we understand the loving care of a shepherd for his flock. That’s just one example.
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Finding Light in the Darkness

Image: Martin Sattler Because my father was the parent who slept lightly, he was the one we awakened if we felt sick or troubled in the middle of the night. There was always a soft night light glowing by the radio in the kitchen, and I’d find my way to the kitchen table while my father set about making two cups of tea. As we waited for the water to boil he would open the back door and look out at the night sky. He reassured me many times that morning would soon come, and that the things that were frightening in the dark were always more hopeful in the light. I carried that promise with me. As I grew up and left home I often remembered the hope of those words in the literal dark of night. But it was when I faced the emotional dark of broken dreams and deep disappointment that they came alive.
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