Musing

The Best Friday

It was Good Friday circa 1989; god, that seems like a million years ago doesn’t it? Where I sat, well knelt rather, in that world, a...

Let That Be Your Last Battlefield

My Father, 2018, Oaxaca, Mexico I took a stand recently and closed my Facebook account. Motivated mostly out a sense that Facebook was...

Into the Lion's Den

As I grew further and further away from my seminary studies, having successfully finished my master's degree in divine theology, and...

Musings, it's all passing away

Lately I've been enjoying a lot of reading and studying about space and time. The entire concept, of either and both is mind boggling....

Joyful Sorrow of Celibacy

In the spring of 1993 I stood on the grassy field of our football (soccer) field at the Pontifical North American College. Practicing on...

Escape from the Rock

In the last few years I have blogged about experiences I have had as a young seminarian one of which tell the tale of me praying over the...

Who Shall Weep For Me?

In the summer of 1990 the ringing phone drew me out of sleep. I was working as a parish associate at St. John the Baptist in Longmont,...

In Persona de Christi - Love lost

Those long spring and summer days coming at the end of my living in Rome, my last in there, were the worst days. I was trying during that...

In Persona De Christi

I've wrestled with a own "demon" all of my life. The ever bellowing of his wings around my ears has on many occasions deafened me to the...