From August 31, 2020 John’s unique gospel says the voice of the shepherd calls us, and that the followers of the shepherd know the voice of the shepherd. The mystical voice of the shepherd calls us home, home to the experience of shelter and peace. We often lose touch with this voice because of the many distractions of life.
From August 30, 2020 If you walk out the front gate at Santa Chiara and turn left…this is what you will see:
From August 29, 2020 Photos from Thursday morning (8/27)…
From August 28, 2020 On Wednesday afternoon, Patrick and I were in my car running a few errands, when the car began making strange noises. We pulled over. Patrick determined that there were two probable problems.
From August 27, 2020 Ten years ago, in August 2010, I spent two weeks living in a slum in Haiti. I wanted to intentionally immerse myself into the life of the poor as a means to discern God’s will for the balance of my life. What follows is from the beginning of a book which I never finished.
From August 26, 2020 Over the last few days, the Journal has contained an honest expression of some of my inner doubts and confusions. Some faithful readers have responded with a range of spiritual advice for what they called my “spiritual dryness” or even my “dark night of the soul.”
From August 25, 2020 In the middle of the storm on Sunday, Fritzon decided to rip of the bandage off his arm, exposing his stitched-up bullet wound. There was no nurse on duty, so I was pressed into duty. First, I wrapped the wound with gauze and taped it.
From August 24, 2020 Woke up Sunday morning to torrential rains and high winds. It tapered off just before 6:00am, so I decided to drive to the MC sisters for Mass. I don’t usually drive when it is raining in Haiti, but I figured at that early hour few people would be out.
From August 23, 2020 We are facing many difficulties. There are many tough decisions to be made. I need to breathe deeply. I need to live in the now. I need to feel God’s presence, to know God is here now. By accepting these spiritual realities, I will in turn be more open to the creative work of the Spirit.
From August 22, 2020 My spirits were buoyed yesterday morning by two short passages from the prophetic pen of Abraham Joshua Heschel found in I Asked for Wonder.