Lay Life in a Year

52 Reflections on JPII's vision for the Laity

Week 7: The World’s Hunger For Truth

When you look at those who don’t follow Jesus or engage with Catholics who don’t take their Faith seriously, what do you see?

Do you see an enemy? A problem to be dealt with? An annoyance to be ignored or side-stepped? Or do you see someone who is secretly miserable, unfulfilled, and starving for something more?

Every single one of us is built with a deep, relentless longing in our hearts. Only, so many people don’t even know what it is that they long for. It’s like a starving person who doesn’t realize that what they need is food

All they need is Jesus Christ and His Truth—a personal living relationship with God. But so often there is no one willing or able to introduce them to Him! “The harvest is abundant but the laborers are few” (Lk. 10:2).

Our society is starving without Jesus and so many Catholics walk away hungry—the world and our Church is groaning with hunger pains. 

But we have been given the Bread of Life. We know Him and know that it is Jesus they are hungry for. To know this is an incredible privilege and an immense responsibility. Will you feed the poor and bring Him to them? Will you introduce them to Jesus?

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Week 37- A Response to Busyness

In a meeting with my pastor about our parish, he said: “If we don’t fix things, the bishop will close this parish. We have to get more young families engaged.”  Caught off guard and growing in concern, I asked him what activities the parish was currently doing....

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Week 36 – An Unexpected Discovery from 1979

When I was a kid, my dad was obsessed with one particular VHS tape—it was like some secret treasure from the past. He held it out with a grin and said, “Now I’ll show you what basketball is supposed to look like.”  It was the 1979 NCAA championship game—Larry Bird vs....

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Week 35: Answering God’s Call—Even in the Small Things

It was a regular Wednesday—sun shining, birds chirping—and there I was: 15 years old, grumbling as I stood over the lawnmower. Mom had asked me to mow the lawn, and like most teenagers, I dragged my feet. The job seemed pointless and hot, and honestly, I’d rather be...

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