From Fr. Gillespie

As I held the door open for a woman carrying a florescent yellow umbrella, I was caught off guard by her question: “Don’t you just love Jesus?” She smiled and…

The final line of one of E.E. Cummings’ Little Poems carries this beautiful image of one person carrying another’s heart within their own heart. The level of intimacy is unique,…

At the intersection of West Lake Street and Blaisdell Avenue, a young man dressed in a long black overcoat, wearing chartreuse colored tennis shoes was standing on a wooden box…

Having participated in multiple funerals during the last three weeks, I found myself at a funeral luncheon sitting next to a grandfather holding his seven-month old grandson, named Brendan. The…

Entering the neonatal intensive care unit at 4:40am, I donned a surgical gown over my priestly attire, slipped on protective surgical gloves and a protective mask. Accompanying the parents of…

In the early 1950’s most of the homes in my neighborhood did not possess televisions. So, without fail at 7:00pm on Thursday evenings, many of the neighborhood children would meet…

Travel Opportunity: Wonders of Egypt with Fr. Joseph Gillespie, O.P. November 6-18 Discover the wonders of Egypt on a 5-star, luxury tour including Cairo, Luxor, Alexandria and a 4-night cruise…

Once the rhythm and blues song, “I Hear You Knocking” started to play, it was hard to sit still. The seductive syncopation of the melody and the gyrations of the…