It is only on hindsight that I’ve managed to see the patterns that God has been weaving in my life. Disparate incidents and experiences now make sense as I see God’s plans woven like a rich tapestry, complete with their patterns and colours.
The title Mother of Mercy (Mater Misericordiae) holds a singular and profound place in Christian tradition, theology, and devotion. It unites two inseparable dimensions of Mary’s vocation, her divine motherhood and her merciful intercession.
Every Thursday, Pilar Hillock in Goa, western India, comes alive with hymns and prayers as pilgrims climb the slope, candles in hand, seeking grace through the intercession of Ven. Fr. Agnelo de Souza.
Our Living Savior is near to those who wait in faith. He turns mourning into joy, despair into hope, and loss into deeper love. As Scripture reminds us, “Let us be glad and rejoice in His salvation.” (Isaiah 25:9)
The laboratory and the chapel are not as far apart as we imagine. Both are places where the human heart confronts mystery, where silence and wonder become the truest forms of prayer.
The story of Indian Catholic chef James Biaka reads like an inspiring recipe, one stirred with perseverance, seasoned with creativity, and garnished with faith.
