Adam in a forest

Waiting for Hope Incarnate

For to us a child is born. A child of hair and nails and teeth; a child of shoulders and ankles and wrists and knees; a child of muscles that strained and bones that broke and cartilage that twisted and rubbed and wore and tore. A child who could, and who would, feel the pain…

christmas tree on campus

Finding the Reality in Christmas

My family has the unique claim of being the March family from Little Women. That, or the closest thing to it: four sisters and their mother. Of course, each sister doesn’t line up quite perfectly with her counterpart in Louisa May Alcott’s book. There are strangely similar attributes though, like the fact that we tend…

pope talking to man

From the Vatican to Franciscan

Alain Sauret sits at his desk flipping through a photo album, his piercing brown eyes looking over each image in great detail. “This is when I met Paul VI,” he says. “This is John Paul II with my kids. And here’s another one of when he came by my office.” “You can see my superiors…