It is so beautiful to be culturally Catholic. But actions, rituals, traditions, sentiments — none of it matters unless it bears the fruit of a transformed heart.
Look to the watershed moments, these little (and big) apocalypses. In these moments that change us, for better or worse, God is there, working, waiting.
As my husband and I drove our firstborn child home from the hospital, I sat alongside my daughter in the backseat. Terrified, exhausted, exhilarated and confused.
It matters why you do something, not just how you do it. Are we allowing our worship to transform us, or are we only concerned with transforming our worship?