The Holy Spirit still breathes fire

In the coloring books and flannelgraphs of my childhood, the disciples of Pentecost stood erect with red teardrops upon their heads. They looked like rows of lit matches. My religion teacher wore her hair in a low bun that covered her ears and told us that on Pentecost, the Holy Spirit arrived like a violent wind. The rest of the class was wondering if she actually had ears under that black hair, but I was wondering how those flames stayed lit. Wouldn’t they blow out?

Open your heart to God's infinite mercy

The Sunday after Easter is Divine Mercy Sunday. Pope John Paul II instituted this feast in 2000 based on the private revelations received in the 1930s by a humble Polish nun, St. Faustina Kowalska. In her diary, Faustina recorded Jesus telling her, “I desire that the whole world know My infinite mercy.” Jesus also gave her the chaplet of Divine Mercy, promising, “Whoever will recite it will receive great mercy at the hour of death.” You can pray the chaplet on ordinary rosary beads.

Soñar despierto con Dios

A veces me gusta sentarme y soñar despierta con Dios. Puedo estar debajo de un árbol en un parque, mirando las sombras entre las hojas, o en mi oficina, escuchando la lluvia golpear contra mi ventana, o incluso al volante de mi coche en un estacionamiento, rodeada de gente cargando sus vehículos con compras del supermercado.

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