I met St. Gemma 8 years ago at an adoration chapel in Philadelphia, Pa.
Our family was in the city for a day to watch Army beat Navy!
(Unfortunately, this did not happen that year.)
I had gone out early in the morning to find a Church to pray…
for our opponent,
for our team;
(especially those who would be playing their final senior game,)
for the safety of all those who proudly serve our country
and for their loved ones who support them.
And yes, if it be God’s will for, “a “W” on our side of the scoreboard please!” Continue reading “the holy hour”