We’re all here, but we’re all alone Waiting, watching, uncertain, afraid We gave up everything, seeking our new home Now we’re adrift as into His tomb He is laid. The candle is dark The gold box has grown dim It’s empty, it’s open No presence of Him. Was it all just a lie? Was it all just a con? Why did He die? We thought He was the One. It’s just another room now Another meeting The presence is gone Was it so fleeting? Devastation like nothing felt before Enveloped them as they locked their ...

Everyone knows of the Holocaust that killed six million Jews. What many people don’t realize is that Catholics were ruthlessly persecuted by the Nazis, especially those in the religious life. Priests were hated and rounded up. One such priest was prisoner number 16770 in the death camp at Auschwitz. His name was Father Maximilian Kolbe. Father Kolbe knew early on what his mission in life would be. He said that Our Lady appeared to him. In his own words, he said “..she came to me holding two c...