Category: Reflections

  • for we rely on the mercy of god

    Today’s Gospel reading is hard. Matthew 20 begins with the parable of the landowner hiring workers for his vineyard. He hires some in the early morning, agreeing to pay them the usual daily wage. he hires others in the late morning, at noon, midafternoon and finally at 5 p.m., just with an hour of work…

  • voluntary poverty

    This comes from an e-mail I wrote last week. I skimmed it to take out personal references but may have missed a couple. Voluntary poverty, as it seems so far, is not simply a position of Dorothy Day or the Catholic Worker or anything along those lines- it is a calling that we all have…

  • works and prayer

    We find prayer no less a struggle than did the first disciples, who wearied of their watch. Even our ministry can offer itself as a convincing excuse to be neglectful, since our exertions for the kingdom tempt us to imagine that our work may supply for our prayer. But without prayer we drift, and our…

  • the life you may save

    I read Paul Elie’s The Life You May Save May Be Your Own: An American Pilgrimage almost a year ago and found it a very interesting book. That time around, I sped through the book as it just captured my attention. Since I’ve set it aside for almost a year and I’ve been pestering Vanessa,…

  • public school baccalaureates

    The not-so-biblical biblical baccalaureate GetReligion, a blog dealing with religion in media, commented Tuesday on a story out of St. Louis that Lindbergh High School will be having two baccalaureates this year. Baccalaureates, traditionally, are religious services held before graduation. After the division between church and state became more defined, school-sponsored baccalaureates overall disappeared. Some…

  • the long goodbye

    Note: I try to make this site useful and interesting to the general public but every so often, I just want to have a personal post. This is one such post. I have known for a good while that many people close to me would be leaving at the end of this semester. This reality…