From January 28, 2021 There is a little creature who lives on, near, or above my desk in Haiti. Below is a photo of him walking on the wall, between my lampshade and a post card featuring an image of St. Clare of Assisi. I look at him. He looks at me.
From January 27, 2021 If I am unable to see myself as a uniquely masterful creation of God, and accept that reality, then it will be impossible for me to see and accept you as a masterpiece of God. I personally have not reached this point.
From January 26, 2021 Contradiction is a part of life. I am often pulled in two (or more) directions at the same time. It causes me to feel fragmented and disoriented. When the psalmist speaks of a divided heart, I know what he was talking about.
From January 25, 2021 The highlight of this trip cut short, besides Clare Marie being released from the hospital, was meeting Mitch Albom, at telephonically, on a call during which I did not know I was speaking to him.
From January 24, 2021 The staff and kids are grateful for what I am giving them. But I do not simply want their gratitude. I want to form a spiritual bond between the giver and the receiver which once was a hallmark of religious traditions.
From January 23, 2021 Yesterday’s gospel reading featured the story of the disciples on a boat during storm when suddenly they see Jesus walking on the water, telling them: “Do not be afraid.” Some days at Santa Chiara, I feel as if I am in a boat being tossed about by a turbulent sea.
From January 22, 2021 At six in the morning, it takes me about ten minutes to get to the MC sisters for Mass. The trip home an hour later, it takes 15 minutes or even a wee bit longer if traffic near one school is tied up. Yesterday, it took nearly an hour to get home after Mass.
From January 21, 2021 The kids came home from school yesterday with their “folder” containing their report cards, which are full sheets of paper with an official stamp. Bethany and Ally received the highest marks.
From January 20, 2021 I had hoped for a quiet day, sequestered in my office working on some long-neglected projects. Billy and Patrick were out hunting for gas. My peaceful solitude was interrupted by a call from Patrick.
From January 19, 2021 For me personally, Sunday went down the drain thanks to a miscommunication between me, Jarline, and her sister. Details are unimportant. I said something I wished I had not said because it tarnished the entire day before it was clarified and rectified.