Years ago, my wife and I decided, just once, to spend New Year’s Eve in Times Square. We weren’t brave enough to stand outside in the cold with noisemakers and funny hats. Instead, we got a package at the Marriott, and had dinner in a ballroom overlooking the square, and at midnight, the whole place…

I’m struck every year by the timing of this feast, celebrating the Holy Family. It comes on the first Sunday following Christmas, and at a time when I think most of us – after the parties and cooking and visiting and obligations and expectations and disappointments — have started to have about as much “family”…

Like a lot of people of a certain age, I remember well the first time I heard this gospel proclaimed – and it wasn’t in church. It was in my parent’s den, in Rockville, Maryland, watching an 18-inch Philco black and white TV. The person proclaiming the gospel wasn’t a priest or deacon or minister.…

A popular poem that we hear this time of year talks about children nestled, snug in their beds, with visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads. This is a time for dreaming, and wishing. And not just among children. This Sunday, we meet the great dreamer of the gospels, Joseph. Dreams are among the…

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