Friday, May 1, 20200153
By Michael Gresham
The Texas Catholic
Volunteers hurriedly unpacked a truck trailer, setting up tables for distribution as cars and trucks continued to arrive, adding to a queue of vehicles stretching from the Oak Cliff parish, down the street and out of sight.
“It’s got to be a mile long,” said Edwin Chinchilla of the...
Friday, September 6, 20190145In the mid 1940s, my father purchased a small house in Tyler for his family before he cast off to the Norfolk Naval Yard to join the crew of the AKA 97, an attack cargo landing craft. He was to be involved in WWII by being in the huge flotilla of ships in the Pacific Ocean, preparing to land troops in Japan. But a typhoon delayed the...
Monday, September 24, 2018067It was the first day of faith formation and things were slowly developing at Holy Cross Parish, Inc. The sun was peeking over the eastern horizon, where far away a hurricane was pounding the Carolina shore and rains were pouring down.
Wednesday, May 9, 2018089Recently, I was checking out my garden in back of the Holy Cross rectory and I was pondering what purpose it served. It was not beautiful nor was it bounteous in produce, but it had a multitude of goodies stuffed into every corner.
Wednesday, April 11, 20180178I guarantee that the Holy Spirit worked overtime during the past Holy Week. One inspiration came via email saying that if sometimes you feel overwhelmed and are buried deep in the earth, Easter is the time to rethink that thought and consider that you might have just been planted. Consequently, it is Spring and the right time to rise and...
Friday, March 2, 20180283Back in the late 1960s when North Texas was known as the Diocese of Dallas-Fort Worth, a wonderful event occurred. Four parishes in Dallas had creative young adults who recognized that the high school youth of those times were in danger of slipping out of the barque of Peter, also known as the Roman Catholic Church.
Friday, November 3, 20170145The current month of November brings the joy and the sadness of autumn to us in a vivid way as the trees vest themselves in many colors, but then those same leaves flutter down to the ground in a dance of death.