These days at Madonna House, both laymen and priests do night duty. But in my early days, it was the priest-poustiniks (those of us living...

A childhood memory of Fr. Bob Wild, as told to Scott Eagan. It was Christmas Eve. Snow lay all about— the night sky dark, black, yet filled with pinpoints...

I have been going slowly, in prayer and reflection, through the prophet Isaiah. The other day I came across a passage which spoke powerfully to...