My childhood was encased in a gentle time. With no other children in the neighborhood, my playmates were anything that moved. Nature was woven into my happiness.
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Column: Healing, hope available to those regretting abortions
Hurting continues after the abortion . . . hurting for the mother . . . hurting for the father . . . hurting for the family and friends.
Column: We are called not to judge the homeless, but to help them
It is hard to imagine that something as joyful as the birth of a child could ultimately lead a family to homelessness, but that is what happened to Jessica.
Column: John’s signs point to greater truths
It is amazing how children raised in the same family, by the same parents, in the same manner, can develop totally different personalities.
Column: Here’s a way to turn defeat into victory
History will dub it "The Incident of the Flying Shoes." The primary players were my mom and my dad; I was still in grade school.
A new faith center for Holy Trinity
It’s no surprise that a little more fanfare surrounds Trinity Sunday at Holy Trinity Church here than at other parishes.
‘We’re on our way’
It’s been a long time coming — 20 years, in fact. But parishioners at Holy Angels Church here now know that the new church they’ve been waiting for will be only the beginning.
The pilgrim found his way
Shawn Tunink had been on the fence regarding his future: priesthood or married life? But by the time he graduated from the University of Kansas, he was 99 percent sure.
‘It’s about getting things done’
Michael Schuttloffel may be young, but the new executive director of the Kansas Catholic Conference has spent almost one-third of his life working in government.
Column: Archbishop addresses questions that earlier column raised
My May 9 column, making public my request to Gov. Kathleen Sebelius not to present herself for reception of holy Communion until she had sought to repair the public scandal of her long-standing support for legalized abortion, not...