Written on the 25th anniversary of September 11, 2001 I. The morning the words ran out I made my living with words. I was trained as a journalist. I spent years in public affairs and crisis communication for energy and chemical companies, writing the sentences that get said when something has gone badly wrong. I studied how disputes are negotiated and how public arguments are framed. By the autumn of 2001 I was in Houston, teaching and advising at a graduate school of theolog

There is a black obelisk that Rose without warning. Ominous, absolute, and indifferent. Quaintly called 'the silent treatment,' It was erected without consent Like a monolith from an ancient, merciless cosmos. Its surface offers nothing. No handhold and no reflection, No light and no warmth. You circle it day in and day out. You try to speak to it. You implore, but it gives nothing. This is not absence. It is a presence. A deliberate, destructive dark energy. Its purpose is t

We are all the paralytic. Each of us is broken, sinful, and fragmented. That is why it is so very important to know when, where, why, and how to get help ... and to know when to help others ... over and over again. If you have a question or prayer request, please reach out here. If you can donate, please click here.

1,200,000,000 abortions globally since 1980 200,000,000 war dead since 1915 3,000,000 drug deaths per year 700,000 suicides per year. We...

Tragic circumstances are neither coordinated events nor isolated actions born simply from maniacal factions and figures who seek to harm or destroy those with whom they disagree. These calamities we experience, and witness with ever greater frequency, are symptoms of a deeper crisis within modern civilization itself. The disintegration of human value, the emptiness of modern existence, and the discontinuity, fragmentation, and chaos within each individual have created a vacuu

We built it and We've been so proud of it. The machine, I mean. The efficient, soul-crushing Machine that has become our life. And no, I'm not talking about the Incessant whine about the marginalized or the Aggressive inanities of any number of Theories espoused, processes employed, and Practices pursued. I'm talking about a culture of noise, of Constant activity, and the Superficial distractions that led to a Deep spiritual disconnection and the Deliberate denial of the Divi

Dark is the way and cold is the night Down the desolate path of Denial These desperate people Take drastic steps to Dig deep graves Where...

Humans have a capacity for understanding, and living, within the infinitude of God now and into eternity. It is a fact and a desire deep within us. It pervades our body, our intellect, our emotion, our relationships, and most importantly, our spirit. For the vast majority of people, however, there is a failure even to recognize its presence, God's inward presence, at any level. For some, there is a dismissal of what is beyond the human intimacies of hearing, seeing, touching,

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

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