Endless Grace

From July 31, 2019

God spoke to St. Francis in the depths of his soul. His experience of God went beyond faith, beyond dogma and symbols. His experience of God gave birth to a spontaneous awe at the sacredness of life, of being. The invisible Source of Life touched Francis and he knew beyond all knowing that God was real. This deep knowing was beyond explanation, beyond discussion and debate, beyond himself, even beyond logic or reason.

Not Having, Not Knowing

From July 30, 2019

It seems that lots of people today not only know God, but they also seem to possess God. They’ve got God in their pocket. I once rejected Christianity because, in part, Christians seemed to possess God. How is that possible? I mean, how can God be possessed? At best, all we can do, as Merton suggested, is wait for God. Once a year, during Advent, we’re reminded of that simple reality.

Up in the Clouds

From July 27, 2019

Around 4:30pm, I happened to look out window and saw some unusual cloud formations. I could hear the rumblings of thunder off in the distance, as day was turning to night ahead of schedule. I grabbed my camera and rushed outside to capture the clouds before the rain drenched me. The rain storm was so intense I lost the cable TV connection.

No Starbucks

From July 25, 2019

I went to the internist in Vero Beach. I was treated by a nurse, a physician assistant, and the doctor. The EKG preformed at the doctor’s revealed that my heart was “perfect.” So, the heart is not causing the swelling in my ankles. They sent me to a near by lab for a sonogram of my legs. I’ll get the results today. Hopefully it will be negative for a clot.

Birds & Beauty Outside My Apartment + Medical Update

From July 24, 2019

I went to my asthma doctor on Monday. Because of the skin eruptions on my arms and torso which cause me to be constantly scratching, he gave me an allergy test which consisted of sticking little needles in my back. He was concerned about my ankles and my right leg. He said he wanted to me to see an internist in Vero Beach, which is about 20 miles from my home.

Where’s the Dog?

From July 22, 2019

I’ve written far too often about what it is like going from Haiti to Florida. The transition is just so jarring that it still amazes me even after going back and forth every month for so many years. I mentioned to a friend on Saturday during a phone call on the drive to Ft. Pierce that the hardest part of the ministry to abandoned kids in Haiti are the two travel days each month. I dread them.

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