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 which dwells in you" (Romans 8:11). Ponder: Where in my life am I living as though death has the final word? For example, in my vocation, my dreams, and my relationships? How does it make me think differently about my body, kn

Thomas Sunday brings great excitement because we have seen the true light in the Resurrection and are now awaiting the great and holy feasts of Ascension and Pentecost. In fact, today's gospel indicates to us that the apostles, disciples, and believers (even some non-believers) were gathering, waiting, and hoping (just like we do today) for all those things that Jesus promised would unfold ... and they did .... right in front of their eyes, and now, deep in our hearts. This S

When Jesus entered Jerusalem, people were not only interested in seeing Him, but also Lazarus who was recently raised from the dead. This is important to each of us because we spiritually die a little bit when we sin. God resuscitates us while we still live through the sacraments, prayer, and the life of faith, hope, and love. If you have a question or prayer request, please reach out here . If you can donate, please click here .

These words of St. Thomas the Apostle refer, at a practical level, to the need to comfort a person and their family (Lazarus in this case) in times of sickness and death. They also refer to the need to die to ourselves every day, so that we may live and die with Christ in this life and the next. If you have a question or prayer request, please reach out here . If you can donate, please click here .

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

For 33 years, Christ walked upon this earth All the way up to Golgotha Beaten, broken, and bloodied High atop a cross. For 33 months, Someone I know has been carrying a cross Down a treacherous path they did not choose. It's been a slow crucifixion made with the kinds of Nails and thorns you don't expect from familiar hands. But evil won't get its way in the end. After 33 years, Christ's tomb did not have the final word. In a similar way I ask and I implore ... That during th

When the apostles witnessed Your death, They scattered in fear, with their hopes shattered. For days they huddled behind locked doors, Paralyzed by grief and confusion. So too we often find ourselves in such dark rooms— Suffering, uncertain, waiting for a Deliverance we cannot imagine. Yet You did not abandon them. You appeared, breathed peace upon them, and at Pentecost sent Your Holy Spirit to Transfigure these trembling disciples into bold witnesses. Teach us patience in o

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

My mountain My mountain My poor, dear mountain, How I weep for you! You who bowed under The feet of Our Lord. You who lifted up Moses and Elijah. You who witnessed the Transfigured Christ and Sheltered the Apostles, Who could not bear His light. I wail for our people. These children of Abraham Who suffer and hate.... As much as they love and celebrate. How do I know? I see it. I hear it. I live it. I will not forget that birthday When I set my eyes on you. After 3 days A tomb