Strangers Praying for Me
This past summer during World Youth Day, as my group explored one of the many churches in Spain, I passed by a statue of Our
This past summer during World Youth Day, as my group explored one of the many churches in Spain, I passed by a statue of Our
“So why did you pick me for your sponsor?” I asked my brother, following the instructions the Director of Religious Ed had given during our
In a moment of bravery during college, I signed up for the Students for Life Retreat with the Helpers of God’s Precious Infants in New
This weekend is my parish picnic, and I’m having a hard time deciding if I should attend. I’m part of the parish family, so I
The following days were a blur of sessions at the Love and Life Centre, Morning Prayer with my group, spending time in front of the Blessed Sacrament, cheering for Pope Benedict, participating in Mass, and making friends with other pilgrims in the streets. I joined in a dance circle of Spanish pilgrims, traded knickknacks with South Koreans, and brushed up on my rudimentary Italian when squished against a group from Tuscany in the Metro.
When I first saw footage of people greeting and listening to the Pope, one aspect struck me as odd: Why did everyone cheer for him?