Getting beyond “I’m not good enough” – this week’s Gospel reflection by Father Steven LaBaire

I am pleased to present this guest post from Father Steven LaBaire, pastor of Holy Family Parish in Worcester, MA. This Sunday’s gospel is about some fishermen who encounter Jesus. (Luke 5:1-11) One of the fishermen, Simon Peter, is so overwhelmed by his meeting Jesus that he actually tells Jesus to go away. Yes, he

Do we go to church to hear what we want to hear? This week’s gospel reflection by Father Steven LaBaire

I am pleased to present this guest post from Father Steven LaBaire, pastor of Holy Family Parish in Worcester, MA.     This Sunday’s gospel tells us that Jesus began to speak publicly in the synagogue (Luke 4:21-30). At first, the people seem to like what he has to say. “And all were spoke highly

Owning our grief and why this is helpful to others–Virginia Woolf and Louisa May Alcott as guides

I wrote a book about loss and grief. In a second book, I included passages from an author who guided me through my loss and grief. And yet, I am afraid to share that story with others. Sounds absurd–after all, both books have been published and are available for the public to see. But I

Honoring our roots as Christians–Luke 1:1-4; 4:14-2; gospel reflection by Father Steven LaBaire

I am pleased to present this guest post from Father Steven LaBaire, pastor of Holy Family Parish in Worcester, MA. The gospel this coming weekend tells us that Jesus while in Nazareth went to the synagogue on the Sabbath. At the appointed time, he was handed a scroll from which he read the appointed reading

Finding light and life in the midst of January stillness and cold

My January column for the Catholic Free Press * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The long Christmas break (along with the mild weather) is over and reality comes back with a thud. The prospect of a long winter ahead is daunting

Creating room—the conundrum of the empty nest

The long Christmas break is over and the letdown is leaving me a bit melancholy. The stretching of the heart that comes with the empty nest made full, and then made empty again, hurts. Both of our adult children were home for the holidays. Our daughter spent both Christmas Eve and morning with us despite