I look up and I ask Why me? You have the whole of heaven And the entire universe And all the angels and the saints. Nothing and no one that grows weary. Yet, You still know me and Care about me You come to me in my sin You come to me in my silence You even have a will for me As if You have nowhere better to be and No one better to help. But this is Your way. You walked in the garden In the cool of the day, Calling and calling. As it turns out, I was the one who heard You, And

Do not be blind. Do not be deaf. Do not lie to yourself. Each of us must make sure not to obstruct the divine work of God within. By doing this, we will see the work of the Holy Spirit and hear the calling of Christ. Let us love God with all our heart and soul. Sunday of the Blind Man If you have a question or prayer request, please reach out here. If you can donate, please click here.

Letting go is rarely a single act It is a quiet, repeated trust. We release what we cannot carry. Old failures, for example Relationships we could not save Versions of ourselves we have outgrown, too. When we discover that release is not abandonment But freedom And that nothing can separate us from the love of God Or each other We finally understand that we are Already seen, already heard, already kept. That's when we let go without forgetting or excusing And guilt loses its

My soul is scattered Like ashes in the wind. Gray, dry, gaunt Drifting aloft On a cold, Cloudy day speckled with Drops of rain and Long shadows dancing on The burnt embers that have lost their glow and Chased by the howling and cheering and Jeering of faces with glee that a Life is smothered and a soul is lost. Unknown, Unwanted, Forgotten, and Forsaken There is nothing but death and The stench of failure that Strains at the irony of Eking out the one refrain That never forge

I am human. I sin. I disappoint people. And I hate that reality. I am human. I live. I fail me. And I hate that reality. I am human. I seek. I get lost. And I hate that reality. I am human. I pray. I get tired. And I hate that reality. I am human. I believe. I deny the path of Your will. And I hate that reality. I need Your mercy. I need Your patience. I need You more than I need me. But I need me in order to be You for others. And I love that reality. I will die for that rea

No doubt you had doubts Dear Fisherman and Apostle Peter. It is clear you had fear When accused by crowds, Leader of Twelve. You could not Stop protesting a Relationship with Jesus. "I do not know Him." "I am not" His. I don't "know what you" say. You objected three times To the questions Put to you that night. When "the Lord turned and looked at" you, With bitter anguish You wept. Then, there was a breakfast On a shore When you were asked anew. "Do you love me more than thes

When you were ill, Lazarus, Jesus said it would not end you. He transformed your misery, So the Glory of God could be revealed. Pray that our suffering is not wasted. The apostles warned Jesus not to go, But He reproved them. We must walk in the Light And stay far from the dark of night. Help us destroy the tombs we make. Thomas encouraged the disciples To die with you, Lazarus. When Jesus arrived, your body was buried. For the sake of life in the Trinity, Teach us to die a l

Awake and arise my little children. I am not here to tell you a bedtime story, I am here to tell you the truth. Awake and arise so I can tell you about the Christ. Did you not hear me my little ones? He is risen. Truly, He is risen. Why do you not leap to your feet and run to Him? Can you not say a word? Filled with fantasy you cannot recognize Him But only the characters in slumber’s play. You have been lulled to sleep You cannot see Him anymore. Re-live the farce of His be

An inestimable gulf exists Between what I am And what You made me to be. That is why I stare with longing Across the waters That lie between us. Maybe that's the point? Of this life lived so long On the shore of desire, To stand watch For what is true and real To seek and to find the Divine. Oh, this journey of mine! I hope and I love I hear, I see, and I know You are the One that Keeps me, while here, Only to walk upon the bridge Built by Christ and Sanctified by Your Spiri

I pretend and pretend and pretend To want what others want. But the truth is I don't. I don't care about status or trends I don't care about politics or position. I don't care about nations or businesses. They're all just part of the labyrinthine flight from God. All I want is a simple Liturgy And Eucharist And prayer And thinking about prayer And reading about prayer And writing about prayer And talking about prayer And looking at art that expresses prayer And listening to m