Grace comes at the most unexpected times and in the most unusual places. I had a beer in hand, relaxing after skiing the glaciated slopes of Grands Montets, on a perfectly sunny, bluebird day.   The view before me - Mont Blanc, an immense massif rising 13,000 feet above the Chamonix valley floor, the rooftop of continental Europe.  I...

Once upon a time, I was a big Bruce Springsteen fan. However that changed in over the last six years. First, I’ll explain why I lost interest in his music, then I’ll explain why I hope I can soon return as a fan. The departure from Bruce’s fan club began when my wife and I went to his concert in Omaha in 2012. I was struck by the religious f...

Like a lot of Catholic men I know, I wrestle with my past. When I give it license, it tries to eat me alive. If I let it, my past will silence and then destroy me. What do I do? How do I keep the past where it belongs? I run to the fiercest weapon I know – the Sacrament of Reconciliation. A few years ago, life as I knew it imploded. My success...