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An anniversary in Ordinary Time

Lucia A. Silecchia
June 18, 2025

Many of my deepest childhood memories are the timeless ones about family traditions, school events, summer vacations, late 1970s fashions, my cat, and adventures with friends. Along with these, I remember ...

Community in Ordinary Time

Lucia A. Silecchia
June 4, 2025

Years ago, a baby elephant was born at the Smithsonian's National Zoo. Since I lived within walking distance of this newborn neighbor, I grew surprisingly attached to him. His antics were recorded ...

The past, present, and future of Ordinary Time

Lucia A. Silecchia
May 21, 2025

"White smoke" was all that my friend's text said. That was, of course, all that I needed to hear to know that the quiet afternoon I had planned in my office at Catholic University would no longer ...

Legacies in Ordinary Time

Lucia A. Silecchia
May 7, 2025

Since Easter Monday when, in the glow of Easter hope, Pope Francis passed from this life, commentators, columnists, scholars, and sages have spent many words answering a frequently asked question: What ...

A heartfelt thanks in Ordinary Time

Lucia A. Silecchia
April 23, 2025

In every community of faith -- as in any other society or family -- there are always those who take on roles of enormous yet underappreciated significance. In our parishes, the people who run parish offices ...

A helping hand in Ordinary Time

Lucia A. Silecchia
April 9, 2025

It was one of those meandering conversations that old friends have -- with random questions and accidental insights. As happens more frequently of late, we talked more about the ever-accelerating passage ...

A gift for Ordinary Time

Lucia A. Silecchia
March 26, 2025

Every year, when I flip my calendar to December, thoughts of Christmas overwhelm me with anticipation of the joys to come and the great gift of Christ's Nativity. Yet, when I open that same calendar ...

The Veronicas of Ordinary Time

Lucia A. Silecchia
March 19, 2025

Like so many during Lent, I found myself last Friday night at a small parish church for the Stations of the Cross. In the evening quiet, the last light of day still glimmered through the windows, reminding ...