How often have you greeted a stranger, and received the muted response of either a blank stare or a diverted glance?  In traffic, have you ever let someone in front of you and they don’t even acknowledge it?  That can be fairly off-putting to say the least.  …

I cherish the memories of the many weekends over the years of my childhood that my family spent in Grand Isle.  Before me and my brother and sister were old enough to surf-fish, we would play on the beach and in the shallower water near the shore of the Gulf, while our parents waded out into the sometimes waist-high water to cast their lines into the incoming surf with the hope of hooking something. …

If you can confess to having gone to Walmart once in your life, there is the distinct possibility that you have had the following experience:  You are in line, a rather long line, waiting for your turn at the cashier to purchase your items and go on your way. …

 Many times a connection between the first reading and the Gospel is somewhat elusive.  I felt this while reading through the daily scriptures this morning.  It was perhaps the closing line of the Gospel that struck me that there was indeed a connection. …

I remember spending several weeks of the summer during my youth in Mobile, Alabama, visiting my Dad’s mom and family.  One particular summer, while writing a letter home, my Grandma Telhiard noticed that I was placing my face very close to the page of the letter that I was writing. …