Brian Mullins is a permanent deacon in the Rockford Diocese who has been assigned by his Bishop to Saint Catherine of Genoa Parish in Genoa, Illinois.
For Catholics, Christmas has only begun. Though many decorations have had to come down for the weather, the church remains decorated for the season, not just a single day. The scriptures the past few days at Mass have also reminded us that life is short and that our continual goalContinue Reading
This morning as I was sitting in the pew praying, I was struck by how much I was aching. My shoulders ache so much that it was hard to put on my shirt this morning. My chest feels as if I was in a car wreck. You know that seatbeltContinue Reading
Today’s Gospel reminds me of that famous quote from Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” We seem to have that sort of attitude in today’s society. People have started naming their kids after things they enjoy: a-RON-zhello and le-MON-zhello. You know OrangeContinue Reading
My youngest and I watched both Sister Acts last night, and during the second one, we began to talk about angels. I was pretty impressed by the amount of knowledge she had of the imagery used to describe them in the Bible. The scriptures tell the seraphim to have sixContinue Reading
A friend of mine posted on Facebook the other day that the “O Antiphons” were coming! As you noticed this morning, I proclaimed that. That’s not something we usually do at our Parish for Daily Mass. It highlights something! We are getting close! They are there to remind us thatContinue Reading
Some of the statements from Isaiah in the first reading can seem pretty confounding. From exile, Isaiah writes that God forms both light and darkness, well-being, and woe. That brings to mind the question: why do bad things happen to good people? This Advent is probably unlike any otherContinue Reading
My parents had this rule growing up that said the house had to be clean before my friends could come over. I was not too fond of that rule. So much so that it was pretty rare that they visited; instead, I’d beg to go to their house. IContinue Reading