Pious Path

There is a quiet lie that creeps into serious spiritual lives. It tells us that holiness lives somewhere else—in prayer alone, in silence alone, in ascetic effort alone. It whispers that ordinary life is, at best, neutral, and at worst, a distraction. Over time, this lie trains the conscience to look suspiciously at joy, rest, laughter, and ease. Eventually, even something as simple as sitting on the couch watching The Muppets with children can begin to feel vaguely wrong—lik

Saint Padre Pio, thank you for loving me. Saint Ambrose, thank you for loving me. Saint Bernadette, thank you for loving me. Saint John XXIII, thank you for loving me. Saint Hildegard, thank you for loving me. (Replace above saints with your family or favorite saints—as many as you’d like) All Saints in heaven, thank you for loving me. Guardian Angel, thank you for loving me. St Michael the Archangel, thank you for loving me. All angels and Archangels watching over me, thank

If I could only explain to you How the world glows with Gods love How nothing can really hurt you Except for you own sin