I pray for unity in the church. I pray also for the consolation of fellow Catholics, who may now be denied that portion of the church’s tradition that has nourished their faith, as it once did mine.

If the Latin Mass that I attend currently were to cease, I would be back to square one for determining which aspects of myself I am willing to sacrifice on Sunday.

The confrontational stranger who reminded me of the wages of sin probably had my best interest at heart.

The Latin Mass gave me a hunger for beauty and a reverence for the sacred. It also made me bitter and arrogant.

One way through grief is service. And as many of us know, from the tips of our fingers through the depths of our hearts to the bottom of our wallets, there are many ways to serve.

The ever-present political talk of who is a good enough Catholic, or who should or should not receive Communion, hits close to home.