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

Each week I send a short reflection to help you deepen your relationship with the Holy Spirit. Read: "If the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, He who raised Christ Jesus from the dead will give life to your mortal bodies also through his Spirit who dwells in you" (Romans 8:1). Ponder: As we fast approach Great Lent, Holy Week, and Pascha, it may seem odd to be told to start thinking about Pentecost. But it makes perfect sense. First, it is important

Blessed is the one who has Tasted the cup of the Master— Rejected, lied to, Cursed and spat upon. Blessed is the one who Falls down in trembling gratitude as a Sharer in those sufferings. Blessed is the one whose wounds have become A window through which Divine light pours forth into others. Blessed is the one whose Tears have plenteously watered the Seeds of compassion. Blessed is the one whose Scars speak sermons No words could preach. Blessed is the one who Serves not desp

I fixated on the many shades set against The yellow, late afternoon sun as I was staring out the window. I hadn't planned to be there, Exactly in that moment, and I didn't know why it caught my eye. But there I was Transfixed by the Greenest of leaves Bluest of skies Grayest of clouds and Deadest of eyes Focused only on What was in front of them ... Instead of Creation. The sheer wonder of its Goodness, and Beauty The absolute Truth of its Complexity and simultaneous Simplici

According to Sacred Scripture, the holy Apostle Thomas did not believe the reports of the other disciples about the Resurrection of Jesus Christ: "Unless I see in His hands the print of the nails and put my finger into the print of the nails, and thrust my hand into His side, I will not believe" (John 20:25). On the eighth day after the Resurrection, the Lord appeared to the Apostle Thomas and showed him His wounds. "My Lord and my God," the Apostle cried out (John 20:28). "