Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.

This week was my 34th birthday. It still sounds weird saying that outloud. I'm not sure where the time has gone, but when I look in the mirror now, I see my mother.

Sometimes I forget how important this column is to me weekly. I attach onto things and make a mental note to write about them. Often, I do, more often I don't. I get overwhelmed by so many little happenings and "feel" them too much. I'm candid about this, but I've been like this as long as I…

Back on March 15, it was reported that two consecutive mass shootings took place in Christchurch, New Zealand. The first shooting took place around 1:40 p.m. local time at the Al Noor Mosque. The second shooting took place around 1:55 p.m. local time at the Linwood Islamic Centre.

I survived my first "real" tornado drill last week while at school with preschool students. I had just sat down to eat a slice of cold pizza on my lunch break, when my phone began to vibrate, and our principal came over the intercom with special instructions.

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

Recently, I was with some friends talking about church when one said, "At my church it's almost a competition as to who is the most broken."

One Ash Wednesday, a priest told a story about an old man, a great sinner, who boasted that he had sinned so much that only the pope himself could absolve him.

The Daviess County Detention Center isn't the most ideal place to host a church service. The facility is surrounded by a large metal barb wired fence and the Ohio River, which serves somewhat as a moat. If you were ever lucky enough to escape at any given point, tackling the massive and viol…

Our destiny is the core of our purpose and constantly urges and drives our responsibility to make sure we are doing everything we can to accomplish our mission. This divine calling fuels our thoughts and imaginations as we ask God to help keep us going forward and to never give up.

We all stand on common ground when it comes to making bad choices and terrible decisions, but this does not have to be the end of our story. Missing the mark is common when we give our emotions the power to guide and lead us and we can make a mess out of things in a hurry.

My next door neighbor died at 5 o'clock this morning after hand-to-hand combat with Alzheimer's Disease for two years. It's now six hours and later my tears still cross the line and become sobs -- and I'm not even family, just a friend of 13 years.

I’m sure by now you’ve either seen the videos of the Covington Catholic High School students or have at least read about them online. But just in case you have completely missed it all, I’ll quickly try and bring you up to speed.

I watched as he tugged at his black-hooded jacket. Seated in a metal fold out chair, he extended his hands and began to pray. Bold, unafraid, and unashamed he was diligent in his task. I sat in awe, watching as he closed his eyes and wept.


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