Once in a quiet convent in France, a young woman named Thérèse lived her “little way” with a heart overflowing with hope. St. Thérèse of Lisieux believed that holiness was not found in grand deeds, but in simple acts of love and kindness. Even as a child, Thérèse prayed for her “spiritual eyes” to be opened—to see Jesus in everyone, especially those who challenged her patience or seemed difficult to love.
When a fellow sister would irritate her, Thérèse would smile all the more, telling Jesus in her heart, “I see You hidden in her.” Her days were filled with ordinary tasks, yet every moment was a chance to encounter Christ. Through the eyes of love, she discovered Jesus in the faces around her, and her whole life became a song of joy. Thérèse’s hope never faded, even in suffering, because she recognized Jesus walking with her in every circumstance, in every person she met.
Recognizing Jesus on the Road: From Sorrow to Burning Joy in the Light of the Resurrection
Today’s Gospel takes us on another road—a dusty path to Emmaus—where two disciples walk with heavy hearts. They have witnessed the death of their hope. Jesus, whom they loved, is gone. As they journey, a stranger joins them. They do not recognize him. The Gospel tells us “their eyes were prevented from recognizing him.” Yet this stranger listens to their sorrow, invites them to retell the story of their dashed dreams, and walks with them patiently.
Editor’s Note: Originally published April 18th, 2017.
Love is an open door.
Christianity across the world celebrates the Resurrection of Jesus Christ this past Sunday. Easter is a celebration of a miraculous—and seemingly impossible—event. The feast of Jesus’ Resurrection holds a special place in my heart. I wish to share the basic biblical proof of the Resurrection, examples from some saints, and my own personal experience.
Note: If you still have questions related to a more cerebral and logical argument for the Resurrection of Jesus I highly recommend Carl Olson’s: Did Jesus Really Rise from the Dead?
Gospel evidence
Since there a lot of evidence to refer to and I prefer to keep today’s post as concise as possible I will only focus on the two strongest pieces of evidence I found to be convincing for me in showing validity in Jesus’ Resurrection. First, the witness of the women being the initial people to notice the empty tomb is strong evidence. The reason for this is due to in 1st century Palestine life women did not enjoy the benefits of voting, membership in the workforce, or even respect to be witnesses in events like today.
The Gospel writers uniformly state that women were the first witnesses to the empty tomb and the first to proclaim Jesus as risen. This does not make sense unless it was true. Why would the gospel writers embarrass the apostles by placing women in a place of honor as the first evangelizers of Jesus’ Resurrection, unless that was the truth?
Saint Mary Magdalene is known as the Apostle to the Apostles.
Secondly, the Gospel of Matthew already shows alternative explanations already surfacing to explain the disappearance of Jesus’ body when the tomb was opened. According to Matthew, the priests and elders charged the Roman soldiers to create a story to explain why the tomb was empty. They [priests and elders] state, “You are to say, ‘His disciples came during the night and stole him while we were asleep’. If any word of this gets to the procurator, we will straighten it out with him and keep you out of trouble.” (Matthew 28:13-14). This never made sense to me. If the apostles were fraudulent, why the Matthew plainly write about the theory of the stolen body of Jesus? Such a theory only makes sense as a lie developed by the priests and elders.
Saintly Sources
Because of the vast array of saints to attest to the truth of the Resurrection, I will only focus on two for conciseness’ sake—St. Peter and St. Paul. The thing that I really love about St. Peter is his fervor to follow the gospel after Jesus’ Resurrection. In addition to being the 1st pope of the Catholic Church, Peter testified to the truth of the Gospel as a martyr via crucifixion.
St. Paul represents arguably the greatest conversion in the history of Christianity. Paul went from being a murderer of Christians to the Church’s great evangelizer and writer of almost 2/3 of the New Testament. These two men show us that they encountered someone who transformed them. Peter and Paul’s conversions are an effect of the power of Jesus’ Resurrection!
My Testimony
While my own testimony does not hold the same weight at Scripture and Tradition, I still am convinced that certain things in my life transpired due to a power outside of my control and full understanding. During my darkest days a few years ago I learned of the power of God. He rose me up from the loss of a job and our miscarriages. God continues to demonstrate the glory of His Resurrected Son in seemingly ordinary things too. For example, I asked my cousin to pray for my wife for an important interview. My cousin told me, “Of course, and incidentally she [my wife] was the person my cousin and his fiancée scheduled to pray for, in a special way, anyways.” This is not the first time this seeming coincidence happened to my cousin.
Through Scripture, Tradition [the saints], and my personal experience with daily and extraordinary events I have come to more deeply realize the Resurrection of Jesus as an historical fact. I pray that you come to enjoy this truth in Scripture, Tradition, and your own life’s experiences!
Editor’s Note: Matthew Chicoine interviewed Katie Luangkhot, Founder of Sweet Catholic Life, via phone on February 20th, 2026. Some of the questions/answers have been rearranged, edited, and paraphrased to provide the best reader experience without losing any integrity of the answers given.
What first inspired you to start Sweet Catholic Life?
I was on Instagram as a mom blogger in 2018 and I was feeling unfulfilled, so I shut down my page. I reopened the page in 2019 and started by praying a Rosary live. I shifted my name from Sweet Momma Life to Sweet Catholic Life.
Because my kids were getting older I had to shift my prayers to the afternoon from the morning. We pray a live Chapel of Divine Mercy at 3pm. We read a little bit from Maria Faustina’s Diary. And we aim for a weekly Rosary in the evening at 8pm.
And the community has grown and it’s been incredible.
There once was a man named David. For over twenty years, he had built a solid career—an expert in his field, respected, reliable, always the first to arrive and the last to leave. But then, without warning, he was let go. At first, David was sure another job would come quickly; after all, he had experience and skills. But weeks turned to months, and door after door closed in his face.
In that long season of waiting, as uncertainty crept in, David’s wife Anne was diagnosed with a serious illness. Suddenly, the reason for his unemployment became clear. God had placed him at home for this very moment—to care for Anne, to be her rock, to offer comfort only a loving husband could give. David surrendered his anxiety and whispered, “Jesus, I trust in You.” In time, Anne’s health improved, and David was led to a new job, one that allowed him to help not only his family, but others in need, too. Looking back, he saw God’s hand guiding him, every step of the way, through disappointment to hope.
From Fear and Doubt to Faith and Trust: The Journey of Thomas and the Disciples
This story, friends, is not so different from the journey of the disciples in our Gospel today. They are locked away in fear, their lives turned upside down by loss and bewilderment. Jesus, the one they trusted, had died. Their hopes seemed finished. Yet into that locked room, Jesus appears, speaking words that must have sounded almost impossible: “Peace be with you.” He shows them His wounds—the marks of His suffering and love—and the disciples rejoice. But Thomas isn’t there. When the others tell him, “We have seen the Lord,” Thomas cannot bring himself to believe. Maybe he’s protecting himself from more heartbreak. Maybe he’s just being honest about his doubts.
My friends, let me begin with a story from right here, in our own time.
A few years ago, a man in his fifties named Davide faced the most difficult season of his life. He had lost his job over a year ago and, try as he might, he had a very difficult time getting hired; no one seemed to want him—maybe because he was close to retirement? Who knew. On top of that, his beloved wife, Anita, had fallen seriously ill from a relentless illness.
The doctors’ news was never what they hoped for, and each day seemed to bring new worries. Fear crept in during the quiet hours—fear for their future, fear for Anita’s health, fear that life’s best days had already passed. Davide, who had always been the steady one in his family, now felt anything but steady. Yet, each morning, he found himself waking early, sitting by Anita’s bedside in the dim morning light, quietly praying for strength, for healing, for hope.
One morning, after an especially tough night filled with worry, Davide noticed their neighbor, Mrs. Carter, struggling to put out her trash bins. Despite his exhaustion and the heavy weight of his own fears, he went out to help her. As they talked, Davide learned that Mrs. Carter was afraid too—her husband had died the year before, and loneliness had become a shadow over her days. Over the next weeks, Davide made it a habit to check on Mrs. Carter, sharing small acts of kindness, a warm meal, a listening ear. With each visit, Davide felt his own fears ease just a little. He began to see that he wasn’t alone—everyone carried fears, and everyone needed hope.
Easter Sunday stands as the radiant heart of Christianity, the day the Church rejoices in the living truth that Jesus Christ is risen from the dead. This isn’t just a commemoration of a past event. It’s the foundation of our faith and the beginning of a new creation. As the Catechism teaches, “The Resurrection of Jesus is the crowning truth of our faith in Christ” (CCC 638). When we say ‘Christ is risen,’ we proclaim that God’s love has conquered sin and death and now invites every believer to live a new kind of life.
The Meaning of Easter Sunday
In Catholic tradition, Sunday takes on new meaning because of Easter. It is the “first day of the week,” recalling the first creation, and at the same time, the “eighth day,” symbolizing the dawn of a new creation (CCC 349). The Resurrection did not simply end something. It began something entirely new. That’s why every Sunday is, in truth, a “weekly Easter,” and why the Church gathers around the Risen Lord week after week to encounter Him at the table of the Eucharist.
Easter celebrates the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world. While it’s fine to enjoy the lighthearted customs of the season, like colorful eggs or the Easter bunny for the kids, it’s essential to remember that these traditions flow from the deeper mystery of Christ’s victory. The Resurrection is about real transformation. It is God’s renewal breaking into the world, into our world.
My family doesn’t travel a lot due to a variety of reason but when we do it’s special. There’s excitement of the anticipation of going to a “new” place or a destination. But it also involves tons of angst and worry. It takes planning to make the trip go smoothly (and by smoothly I mean not a complete ship-wreck). As the kids have gotten older we have been able to travel more and more. Still not super far from home. Usually it’s a couple hours away to visit family and friends.
This weekend we are going to my son’s state basketball for Special Olympics. It’s been an event circled on our calendar for months now. Last year we went too and he got to eat Froot Loops for breaksfast at the hotel. We aren’t staying in a hotel this time but he wanted to keep things like last year and so I pick up a couple small bowls of Tuscan Sam’s favorite cereal. I think it helped with his anxiety. My son was diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder and he can sometimes struggle with change. Consistency is key for him to stay regulated. And I suppose that’s the same for many of us.
We like to stick with what is familiar. To stay in the comfort of our daily routine and to know what to expect. And that is a good. It is good to have a habit and order in our lives. But it is not the highest good. When our need for control overcomes other goods and ultimately the highest Good (who is God) that is when it begins a problem.
I am writing this reflection on Palm Sunday, the start of the most important week of the liturgical calendar: Holy Week. The Cathoilic Church in Her wisdom has guided the faithful in preparing for this week during all of Lent. Lent is a time to fasting, increase our prayer, and be generous with our time, talents, and treasures. And we are called to an even deeper penance this Holy Week.
I think it is fitting that I am traveling while writing (I’m in the passenger seat so don’t worry) and it’s on Palm Sunday. As Catholics we are called to enter into the Mysery of the Lord’s Paschal Mystery.
