Even today there are tombs to be opened, and often the stones sealing them are so heavy and so closely guarded that they seem to be immovable. Some weigh heavily on the human heart, such as mistrust, fear, selfishness and resentment; others, stemming from these inner struggles, sever the bonds between us through war, injustice and the isolation of peoples and nations. Let us not allow ourselves to be paralyzed by them! #Easter
"On Saturday it was silence and a sealed tomb. It was the end, they all thought, their hearts crushed, their minds reeling."
A prayer for Holy Saturday: https://t.co/BLLzV8rqHH
Pope Leo greeting the new Archbishop of Canterbury, Sarah Mullally, with a gracious letter makes many of the mocking or derisive comments from Catholics I've seen on here all the more disappointing. We should pray for her, her new ministry, and that we all would grow in grace and unity
Hey, would you mind quickly reading my draft? I'm looking for someone to shower it with praise, question nothing, and assure me it's Ok to submit in the next 4 hours.
The toll from a strike on a girls’ elementary school in Minab, Iran, has risen to 57 students dead and 60 others injured, according to Iran's semiofficial Tasnim News Agency, which cited the local governor. Follow live updates: https://t.co/R2WrA5ei3C
U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops files a SCOTUS amicus against Trump's bid to end birthright citizenship
They call Trump's order "immoral" and urge the justices to "protect God-given human dignity" by finding it unconstitutional 👀
Please pray for the eternal rest of my mother, Eleanor Spano Martin, who died today at 94 in Abington, Pa. She had only recently developed pneumonia which quickly led to her death this afternoon. I can’t express in words what my sister and I are feeling, how grateful I am to God for her long life, how sad the last few days have been, how devastating it was to see her gasp for air this morning and how moving it was to see the hospice nurse rub her lips with a sponge, which made me cry when I thought about Jesus on the Cross.
Today I want to thank my sister Carolyn for being my mom’s selfless and primary caregiver, especially after she was diagnosed with thyroid cancer and then dementia; for Charles for being a wonderful son in law and for Charles and Matthew for being beloved grandsons.
A few days ago, I was terrified I would be stuck in California because of the blizzard, and I called my mom to tell her how I would do everything to get home and she said, through her oxygen mask, “Goody gumdrops.” I thank God I got home early this morning, that a kind Jesuit plowed the car out for me yesterday so that I could drive from New York to Philly at 2 AM, pray the Rosary next to her bed (“now and at the hour of our death”), anoint her with Lourdes water and, most of all, tried to thank her for everything she had done for me: from giving me life, to driving me to school, to teaching me to draw, to baking birthday cakes, to cooking dinners, to encouraging me in my studies, to dealing with the shock of my Jesuit vocation, to being friends with all my friends, to being the biggest fan of anything I wrote or said or did. She wasn’t perfect but she was my mom in every way.
The other day the First Reading was how God’s word goes out, does its work and returns to God. I kept thinking about my mom when we read it during a Mass at a friend’s house in California, especially since I was desperate to get home. Today, I kept looking at her frail body that had been through so much in the last few years—cancer, dementia, frequent falls, stitches—and saw how spent it was after it had done what God had asked it to do
Nothing I could write could describe my unbelievable sadness or my deep gratitude at being with her in her last moments, as she was with me in my first moments. It would take dozens of books.
Mom, I wish you sky-blue-pink days with your beloved mother and father, your brothers Larry and Louis, my dad, and all those who loved and knew you. Please pray for me and Carolyn. Saying goodbye to you today, and hugging you goodbye, was almost impossible, but I know we will see each other in the fullness of time. Love you, Mom.
Remembering the UCA martyrs, killed 36 years ago today. The Jesuits could’ve left the chaos of a civil war that killed 75,000 civilians. But their love for and fidelity to Salvadorans made them want to stay. “May they rest in peace but not let us rest in peace.” - Jon Sobrino SJ