by Lakmé Kodros

Many of us grow up thinking that funerals and grief are things to avoid…

By Debby Kellner

My first real memories of Mass are from Catholic grade school, where we would attend Mass once a week as a class…

By an anonymous St. Max parishioner
In Matt 18:3, Mark 10:15, and Luke 18:17 Jesus was emphasizing, and teaching: the simplicity, humility, trust, and teachability of little ones is what gets a person to heaven…

By Mary Ella Wielgos

You know how when you read Scripture, the same passage can hit you differently on different days?

By an anonymous St. Max parishioner

I am a convert and most of my friends say I am a “laid back” person-not very emotional…

By John Monroe

My first recollection of attending Mass is as a very young child, probably three years old…

By Lakmé Kodros

We tend to speak of service opportunities specifically in terms of structured community service to those impacted by poverty, illness or isolation. This service can sometimes feel removed from regular daily life, an additional task on an already packed calendar. However, we might also find opportunities to serve others during our regular daily routines…

By Carol Pauly

“Would you visit the sick and take me to them?” This was the first prompting from the Holy Spirit. Little did I know this was just the beginning and my faith and life would be changed in many ways…

By Cathie Lower

I started taking Holy Eucharist to the homebound and hospitalized during Covid-19, in 2020…

May is a special month in the Church—it’s a time when we celebrate Mary, the Mother of God, honor our own mothers on Mother’s Day, and reflect on the beauty of vocations…

When you arrive at the festival, excited to enjoy the music, food, and fun, it’s easy to overlook the incredible work that happens long before the gates open…

By Mary Eckert

I was born and raised Catholic and attended Catholic school for some of my education. Although my desire for faith had always been present, I never deepened my understanding of the faith from an adult perspective until much later…

By Lisa Tozzi

Reflecting on my relationship with Mary, it is rather hard to put into words or know exactly where to start…

An Easter Reflection by an anonymous St. Max Parishioner

Egg hunts, special chocolate eggs picked out from the department store, a new dress for church, singing Alleluia, an Easter basket with more goodies and counting up coins from the hunt…

By Elizabeth Walsh

I recently experienced something wonderful about making a commitment…

By an anonymous St. Max parishioner

For anyone who has dealt with mental health issues, the aforementioned anecdotal response is all too familiar…

By an anonymous St. Max parishioner

I was raised in a very devout Catholic family. My father was a lector for as long as I can remember…

By Kate Zink & Family

A year ago I was dragging my feet. There were frequent announcements at Mass about joining the Festival committee, becoming a booth captain, signing up for volunteer spots to support the Festival, and donating basket items…

By Mary Diehl

I was born into a beautiful family, the last of eight children. My parents were devout Catholics who truly lived their faith through their daily lives…

By an anonymous St. Max Parishioner

Around 35 weeks pregnant, I felt something dark try to take a hold of me. I suddenly became out of control, all I could think about was death and terrible things happening, and how I wanted the baby inside of me out…