Auschwitz was hell, a nightmare of agony, grief, and despair. Except in the maternity ward. There, as the lice bit and the patients shivered and the rats skittered, there was—astonishingly—peace. There were painless births and healthy babies and mothers holding their little ones as the midwife that they all called
When reality is recognized as event, as originating in the Mystery, this produces an incomparable intensity in your own life. —Julián Carrón, The Radiance in Your Eyes His right hand came off the table, slowly rising. The thumb out, the palm turned up—the gesture of an orchestra conductor. The other
Claire de Castelbajac (1953–1975) was a kind, joyful, delightful young woman who worked in art restoration in Italy. Claire de Castelbajac was an angst-filled college student who was enmeshed in toxic friendships and barely even believed in God. Claire de Castelbajac died at only twenty-one. And someday soon she might
Notre Dame’s first three open causes for canonization were a trio of headline-making priests (two of whom were eventually made bishops). But perhaps the most impressive Notre Dame man being considered for Sainthood was not a priest, an alumnus of the University, or even a high school graduate. Mercifully, holiness