Fr. Larry Dowling, St. Agatha Church, Chicago In my work over twenty-five years as a priest, with over 20 years in two parishes where I followed a priest-abuser, this is the question that will often be expressed from those abused. “Where was God when this was happening to me?” The question is especially poignant when… Read More Where Was God When This Was Happening to Me?
A Poem by Fr. Larry Dowling My prayers these days are like shallow waves Lighting upon heaven’s shore Their voice a whispered echo Of inner longing’s plaintive, restless roar. I yearn that my soul once again be moved, As a sailboat propelled by that wind That brushes across my care-worn face Urging the Spirit’s revival… Read More Metanoia
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass – grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls. Mother Teresa