Today we will come in droves to church – and it’s not even a holy day – to receive a dark mark of ashes on our foreheads. Then we’ll walk around all day with that mark.
My earliest Christmas memory is walking back as a family from Christmas Eve dinner at my grandparents' house who lived 500 yards from us on the family farm
Coming to Grips with the Feast of John of the Cross and Advent
God bless these eight newly-received Carmelite novices. May this novitiate year be filled with growth, insights, love and joys.
The geographic Mount Carmel that we take our Carmelite name from is a mountain range along the Mediterranean in Israel. It is a green oasis surrounded by desert; hence, its name “Carmel,” which means “the Garden of God” in Hebrew. The metaphorical Carmel is a way of life, our disposition as we
The aisles were choked, every pew taken, and I’m wrapping up one mass and preparing for the next when a man approaches me and asks me to give Last Rites to his dying father. Though this the last thing I want to hear at this moment, I tell him I can be there that afternoon, after the last mass.
The first time I saw an icon of the Resurrection it was a bit confusing. It looked to me like Jesus was on a surfboard or skateboard. Huh?
For the longest time, I pondered what that all means. Why is self-understanding and not something else food for the soul? And how can self-understanding feed the soul? What is Saint Teresa trying to say? The answer came two weeks ago during the funeral of one of our Carmelite seminarians.
At Mass today, in all Carmelite houses, the Gospel reading is the Transfiguration of Jesus (Luke 9:28-36) because Elijah the Prophet appears in that passage. In the story, the disciples have fallen asleep, leaving Jesus, Moses and Elijah alone.
In his final reflection of our eNovena, Fr. Greg discusses the ways in which our Blessed Mother reaches out to us.