Written by Madonna House staff, Restoration is an essential part of our witness to the Gospel. Here we share our personal stories and reflections on the Gospel challenges of today, along with writings from Catherine Doherty and the Catholic Church.
by Fr. Pat McNulty.
I’ve always liked the feast of Pentecost, the feast of the Holy Spirit.
by Catherine Doherty.
I have read many books about Our Lady praising her and many books by theologians telling me who she is and what she has done. Of course, she is to be glorified; she is the Mother of God, but there are many women like myself who feel that she is so high up that nobody can touch her. And this isn’t true.
by Paulette Curran.
When I came to Madonna House in 1970, I was away from the Church. Moreover, like many Catholics and ex-Catholics at the time, I was not interested in the Mother of God.
I looked down on popular devotions as silly and meaningless and not worthy of sophisticated, modern people. Why? I couldn’t have told you. Like many such anti-religious sentiments, it wasn’t really rational.
By Beth Scott.
The first time I saw the statue of Our Lady of Combermere, I didn’t think much of her. But the fact that I wasn’t drawn to her didn’t bother me because I didn’t think this statue in the woods was really very important.
by Marie Javora.
I got to know Our Lady at an early age because my mother, being a good Catholic woman, introduced me to her.
by Catherine Doherty.
Do you want to know the secret of Mary? The first step is the consecration to Mary according to the Act of Total Consecration of St. Louis de Montfort.
At Madonna House Combermere, spring doesn’t really come until April, and this year, the Easter Season is also beginning in early April. Two blessings together. As a verse of one of our Easter hymns proclaims, "Every good gift of the year now with its Master returns."
by Tom White.
In 2007, I was feeling stale and spoke about it to my director general. Consequently, I was assigned to our house in Robin Hoods Bay, England. My time there was very upsetting and difficult, for it was there that my anger towards God, which I had thought was over, gradually surfaced.
by Cheryl Ann Smith.
As I approach my fifth spring in England, I can barely contain my joy. In my native Canada, when spring finally comes, it seems over-zealous in throwing off the cloak of snow and shackles of ice. Some years, though it isn’t literally true, we seem to move from winter to summer overnight. We have such a short time to enjoy the season.