“That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen,” a student openly told another after I showed them (what I thought was) a funny video clip.
And we’re back. School was in its opening week and I already felt as though I was in the thick of it. Of course, my pride felt a little wounded at such a declaration. I was quick to think, “That is rather unlikely. You’ve probably seen far stupider things.” Another part of me wanted to put her in her place immediately. Continue reading “The Things They Say”
There is something about truth that attracts.
It isn’t because the truth is always what we want to hear. Many times, it is the exact opposite. Truth, however, spoken ardently and sincerely can be a powerful force, a compelling and crushing beauty.
Challenging someone with unadorned truth can provoke change. And it can be a testament to the great love and respect the truth-teller has for the other. These reflections I’ve had spring from a rather unlikely source: I watched a movie. Continue reading “Speak Truth”
There is a coziness found in daily Mass. Slipping into a pew on a weekday morning, I like to think I am a member of an intimate family. It isn’t terribly early, but it feels like it is. The elderly are out in typical force, holding up the Church with their prayers and sacrifices. But there are also some younger people present: a couple moms with babies or children and a smattering of us who fall in the in-between, not very young or very old. Continue reading “Intimately Universal”
“So in this class, essentially, I want your kids to become saints.”
They broke out into laughter. I meant for it to be funny in an understated way. But I’m not entirely certain we were all on the same page. Continue reading “I Want Your Kids to Become Saints”
Change in oneself is often difficult to pinpoint. Growth can seem nearly nonexistent. Sometimes it is only after a decent length of time that we can begin to point out areas where we are different. Ah-ha! Something has changed! Finally! Continue reading “Change”
As school draws near and I find myself mentally preparing for a new year, I feel a growing excitement. It is mixed, however, with the knowledge that once this roller-coaster starts, it will not truly end until May. So I am saying a sad goodbye to sleeping in, staying up late, and not repeating myself fifteen times.
A few days ago, as melancholics are apt to do, I was reflecting on death. Particularly on my death. And how I don’t know when it will happen. It could be seventy years or this week. I have hopes and dreams about getting married and having a family, but those may never be fulfilled. Perhaps, I mused, perhaps I haven’t met the man I will marry because there isn’t one. Perhaps I don’t get married. Perhaps there is not much life left for me. Continue reading “The Vocation of the Present”
Thoughts for this day:
The God who created this vast universe with numerous solar systems and millions of planets and stars, also created the intricate design found within each cell in our body.
Sometimes a pan of sliced almonds set on broil (and forgotten about for eight or so minutes) will start a fire. And it will cause you to call your dad into the room who will blow out the fire and dump out the ruined almonds. It will also be a good dose of humility and remind your mom that things don’t matter–because you ruined her lovely new baking sheet. Continue reading “Monday Thoughts”
The way the crisp blue sky meets fields of golden wheat. A gentle breeze after a day of heavy humidity. Long gravel roads ensconced in tall prairie grass. The finishing touches on a three-course meal. A lazy game of bean bags while waiting for pizza to be delivered. The grace of hugging a sibling after a couple years of no physical contact. Aromatic coffee beans, freshly ground and nestled in the coffee maker. Surprise free iced coffee on a warm afternoon. Casual sushi at my house. Kisses from my adorable nephew. Cheering on my nephew as he conquers bicycle sans training wheels.
Glimpses of beauty from a week in July.
A couple weeks ago, I made a trip to my parents’ house to celebrate the 4th of July with a nice homecooked meal (and since I didn’t want to be eating leftovers for the next while, I needed more than one person at the meal). While my dad was outside, my sister and I were working on the meal as my mom looked through some mail. We were chatting about different things and my mom was reading a letter from an organization defending religious liberty. She mentioned that 100-something people were killed in a horrible manner recently in a country in the Middle East. I don’t remember specifics. I just remember how I felt.
My heart ached. She finished her sentence and I asked if we could talk about something else…and then I just broke. Continue reading “Pursuit of Peace”
For we have not a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sinning. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need. (Hebrew 4:15-16)
One of the first times I really heard this passage, several things about it struck me as completely perfect for my life in that moment. And even if I don’t remember the specific state of my life, I am able to point to several parts of this passage that have a perennial blast of truth. Continue reading “Receive Mercy”
Seeking After His Heart 