Hidden in the Shadow of the Cross

Ifirst discovered Mother St. Paul in the 1990s. A parish friend was handing out photocopies of her slim Simple Meditations after Mass with the same fervor as a Russian writer distributing a samizdat newsletter in the old Soviet Union. My wife, an eager reader, naturally read the book first. She promptly told me to do the same. So at Advent, I did. As a relatively new convert to Catholicism, I had hit a sophomore slump in my faith. I couldn’t quite grasp why Christ, despite my affections and prayers, wasn’t in front of me bulldozing an easier, carefree path through life.  Read Full Article »