Nellie Edward/ PaintedFaith Dear Blessed Mother, I owe you a long overdue apology. Recently, in adoration, while contemplating the suffering and death of Jesus, I glanced upon an image of you. I thought of you watching the torture and death of your Son. I realized that it was thoughtless of me to never have told you…
Twelve years ago, a brief article in the Marian Helper magazine caught my attention. “My mother never gave up on me,” I read. “Even though I dropped out of high school, she never gave up on me, and now I’m becoming a priest.” That simple little story spoke volumes. I was on the lookout for…
Oh to be a mother—so many reasons to both worry and rejoice from pregnancy onward. But to be the mother of the Savior…who can imagine it? Every mother contemplating the Christmas story surely considers what it would have been like to have an angel announce our pregnancy or to ride on a donkey with no place…