I don’t recall the exact liturgical date that the Holy Spirit invaded my innermost being in a most frightening yet extraordinarily loving way, that brought me back into the fulness of the Catholic Church, the Church that Jesus began. I was so overcome
A few years ago, I had the honor of portraying St. Maximilian Kolbe in the Film, THE SAINT OF AUSCHWITZ, currently streaming on feeln.com. At that time I was not familiar with this saint, so before the audition I scoured the internet for information on this, I would soon discover, courageous Saint.
I am Confused. Perplexed. I am unable to comprehend the state of race relations in our country at this moment in time. I can’t help but think back to seventh grade, the first year of forced busing where I grew up in Florida. In my reversion story I confess that I was an
Attending this past Sunday Anticipated Mass, I noticed a mother with her daughter, about 5 years of age, sitting a few pews ahead of me. Before Mass began, the mother and daughter drew close to one another, exchanged whispers and each time the mother would end her whisper with a gentle kiss on her daughters forehead. What a lovely gesture I thought as
I was visiting my father in Florida a few years ago, and one afternoon we were having lunch. Our conversation touched on many subjects and then turned to religion. He said, “I’m not sure if I ever told you,” and he began relating a story back when I was about seven years old.
My father has worked in various aspects of the car business for most of his life. One day he was under the hood of a car, working on the engine when it backfired and shot flames out of the carburetor and he caught fire.