We live in privileged times, even though it may not always seem that way. Whether it be simply the ability to access reliable and clean water at any point, or the ability (very relatable to those of us in Texas at this moment), to flick a switch and relax in an artificially cooled environment, comfort is all around us.
As Catholics, the Mass is the summit toward which the activity of the church is directed.
A couple of years ago when I was working at a local parish, I went to our chapel to pray and saw a woman praying who was visibly crying and sounded distraught.
As I settled into my pew at Holy Name Cathedral in Chicago one recent Sunday morning, I gazed up at the beautiful interior, a feast for the eyes, and hoped for a liturgy that would be a feast for my soul.
During a medical mission trip to Honduras during the early 2000s, Sister Larraine Lauter was walking around a village with a local priest so she could familiarize herself with the people and places she would be serving.