The Transformative Power of a Visit: Reflections on Prison Ministry

“I was in prison and you visited me…” (MT 25:36) “Thanks for visiting me.” There’s nothing like the gift of someone’s presence.  In my experience, this is most powerful when I’m struggling, whether it’s because I’m sick or upset, depressed or doubtful. It’s always a gift to have someone there beside me lending an empathetic…

An Open Letter to the Priest Who Did Not Give Me Confession

Dear Priest, When we met, I wasn’t Catholic.  I wasn’t part of the people you are called to care for.  But I came to you, and you spoke with me, I suppose because “even the dogs eat the scraps that fall from the Master’s table.”  You did not give me the sacrament of confession. I…