Those of you who are introverts will understand me well when I mention the interior life. We attend to that…
The following sounds like today’s gospel passage, but I made a few alterations to make a point. Perhaps you will…
The alarm screams on the nightstand. Morning grips and twists our deepest core and fills our whole self with the gut-wrenching pain we all know as… Monday. Now, this can be a humorous example of what we call suffering. Funny because it is both commonly experienced and commonly over exaggerated. We see T-shirts, coffee mugs
So I'm sitting in the chapel this morning (on the feast of the Sacred Heart) praying and the question sort of pops into my head: how can you find or live joy through imitating Christ's Crucified Heart? I mean, the gospel for today has Jesus on the cross being pierced in his side; and when
Prayer is in the Heart of Man More than once I have been asked by people how to pray. From the horse farmer I once met on a plane in Mexico, to the homeless man I cooked a meal for in New York City, to the many youth I have preached retreats to, and
On Ash Wednesday we hear, "Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return." The words remind me where I've come from: God's own hand drew man from the dust and called him to love. The words remind me that this life is not eternal, that I will die, that the supreme moment
For Lent, RC Spirituality has published my Meditations on the Way of the Cross and Fr John Bartunek made an amazing audio recording. In Meditations on the Way of the Cross, I try to provide an intimate setting for prayer, heart-to-heart you and Jesus. Jesus died for you personally and the cross is something that cannot leave
I’ve often heard while discerning my vocation to the priesthood that a vocation is like a seed: you don’t know…
Lord, help me to tune out all that isn’t you. I don’t want to be a radio whose dial keeps spinning so there’s no way to hear any one thing coherently. I want to break my dial, snap it off at your channel so it’s only you and me. Because during this moment you’re calling
My Jesus, my Life, you call me through the quiet mountain breeze, through the cry of the hawk and the waving grasses. Your voice reaches me through an endless horizon of waves disappearing into the mist and the boat riding those waves, searching for safe harbor. You pass through the midst of this world and