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By Leslie W. Bertucci Picture this scene: The Blessed Mother sits in her room, lost in thought. Perhaps, she is sitting in a chair made especially for her by Joseph or Jesus. She ponders the events of the previous months: her unspeakable sorrow as she watched her only son tortured and crucified; her elation at […]
By Leslie W. Bertucci “And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age” (Matthew 28:20). I have lived long enough to see myriad examples of God keeping his promise to be with us always. It should not surprise me when I see fresh evidence of his faithfulness. And yet it […]
By Leslie W. Bertucci Imagine a child sitting in his mother’s lap, murmuring to her while fingering the beads of her necklace, while she shows him the pictures of a book. Each page she turns takes the child deeper into a beautiful spiritual mystery. Perhaps they’re sitting in a rocking chair, and the rhythm of […]
By Leslie W. Bertucci In the middle of April, I was blessed to attend both a baptism and a funeral, within days of each other, immediately before and after the feast of Divine Mercy. At first glance, these two events seem to be polar opposites. Thanks to Mother Church and the beauty of the sacraments, […]
By Leslie W. Bertucci Lately, many of us find ourselves reeling and rushing about as we try to rebound from the blows of 2020 and brace ourselves for whatever loops 2021 will throw us. Meanwhile, the Blessed Mother looks at us, smiling serenely and, while holding her precious child out to us, makes this extraordinary […]
By Leslie W. Bertucci I love seeing life through the eyes of my grandchildren. It helps me remember events from my own childhood and appreciate things I often take for granted. Like 4-year-old Ollie, I loved books as a child. I still do. I remember one of my favorite pastimes was grabbing a book from […]
By Leslie Bertucci I was recently helping my grandson Ollie get ready for bed. He was struggling to undo the buttons on his shirt, so I sat on the couch and had him stand in front of me. “Grandma needs to be eye-to-eye with you,” I said. His face immediately lit up with a huge grin.
By Leslie Bertucci Ever since my children were young, I have made it a habit to bless them. I bless them while they lay in their beds at night, ready for sleep. I bless them in the car on the way to school. I bless them as they embark on a journey.
By Leslie Bertucci There is more to us than meets the eye. We are more than just flesh and blood; we are soul and spirit. So the day we become part of the body of Christ through the sacrament of baptism is just as important as the day we are born. Maybe more so.