Posted by Carol Johnson on 11/14/23
Several months ago, I mentioned the time in my last year of High School when I, along with around 200 hundred other youth from different parts of my country, Colombia, sacrificed watching the World Cup on television to participate in a three-week retreat. That event changed me. I began ... Read More »
Posted by Carol Johnson on 11/06/23
I recently introduced to you my vocation promoter, Father Jose Vicente, the town priest when I was a teenager. A few months ago, I introduced you to Bernabe, my home parish sacristan from the same time in my life. The following story includes both, plus a seminarian, Rafael (who ... Read More »
Posted by Carol Johnson on 11/02/23
I was there, knelt in adoration before the Blessed Sacrament. I was there next to the chaperones and some of the youth of our parish, who were among thousands of other Catholics gathered that day. We had beautifully sung psalms and hymns together as part of morning prayer, which ... Read More »
Posted by Carol Johnson on 10/29/23
Fr. Arturo did not preach this weekend-Deacon Steve was the homilist.
Posted by Carol Johnson on 10/23/23
Father Jose Vicente became my home parish pastor when I was in my High School junior year. He helped me discern the call to be a priest. I recalled some of my conversations with him this week as I reflected on today’s gospel reading. Father Jose Vicente would occasionally ... Read More »
Posted by Carol Johnson on 10/16/23
In her late twenties, Saint Elizabeth Ann Seton went through extremely difficult times. Several relatives, including her father, died from disease. Her husband William’s business was ruined and he himself became sick. Hoping for a recovery in both William’s health and finances, the couple adventurously left the United States ... Read More »
Posted by Carol Johnson on 10/09/23
Raising my younger brother Napoleon was challenging for my father. Napoleon is two years younger than me. He is a very bright person, who is now a civil engineer. He was a rebellious child. In High School, Napoleon was often being called to the principal’s office. My father got ... Read More »
Posted by Carol Johnson on 10/01/23
My sister Rosita’s University classmates used to call her “the lady of sorrows” because she would often have body aches. About fifteen years ago, on one of my visits to her in Savannah, my older nephew Andrew was six years old. When I arrived, she started to feel sick. ... Read More »
Posted by Carol Johnson on 9/27/23
Fr. Arturo did not preach this weekend-Deacon Steve was the homilist.
Posted by Carol Johnson on 9/18/23
When I was in Seminary in Colombia as part of our liturgy class, my small group was responsible to hold a simulated funeral. Different roles were assigned among my small group. Someone had the brilliant idea of having a casket, which we borrowed from a funeral home. Having a ... Read More »