Lessons from the Fifth Station

Even as a child, I could not escape the Stations of the Cross during the Lenten and Easter seasons.  Not even baskets of jellybeans, marshmallow chicks, and large chocolate rabbits could divert me from the horrors I perceived of crucifixion.  I was four years old in 1953 when I sat in the Capitol Theater with …

Angels

We all need help.  That is why each of us is blessed with a guardian angel. As long as I can remember, I’ve pictured my guardian angel as an imposing celestial being dressed in white, unencumbered by the massive wings that protruded from her back.  My mother introduced me to my guardian angel with this …