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Love not Hate

I’m often asked if people treat me differently now than they had in the past. It’s not as clear as that if I am honest. Some people that were in my life decided to see me as this person that has suddenly become “weird for Jesus” and have become withdrawn, I pray for them every day.

Tonight

On a chilly night precisely one year ago I arrived in Virginia not knowing what the next few days were going to mean nor was I expecting anything. All I knew is that one of my most favorite human beings offered me a place to stay in his home and a little help in restoring my faith. That man, now counted among my heroes, heard my very long confession (it had been 18 years!) and celebrated the holy sacrifice of the mass for me. I felt welcomed, loved, and ready to listen to this voice in my heart. What I would experience over the next few days was nothing short of amazing, and for that, I am forever grateful to you, Father Mike.

Perhaps

As we enter into this night and the Last Supper I cannot help but think about what was going through Jesus’ mind during these final hours of his life. Here is a man who knew he was about to be betrayed by one of his closest, and denied by another. Here is a man who had to see that he was going to die on the cross alone, shouldering the sins and burdens of the world and giving himself up for all of us. How can we take that single act of sacrifice and apply it to our own lives?

Conviction

As someone who was drawn back from the brink of losing their faith, with no one around me to help me get back on that pathway I know what it is like to walk alone in the darkness for a long time. I understand that it isn’t pleasant and looking back on it now sheds new light on just how dark it really was. I thought my life was great, it was bleak. I thought I had everything I ever needed, turns out I didn’t have the one thing I needed the most, Him.

Why

Why do you do what you do? What are your heart and mind telling you about why you’re alive and doing what you’re doing? When everything around you feels like it has crumbled to dust why do we persevere? What, at our very core pulses and emanates to everything around us and fuels our every action? Is all of this called a vocation? On some level, sure. Have you ever had the feeling that you’re not doing what you’re supposed to be doing?

My Faith

I was thinking today about why it is that I believe in God, have the faith that I do, find myself on the path I am on, and how I am ok with all of this. In a society that is growing further away from their faith how am I allowing myself to be drawn closer? When I was a kid I might have only believed in God because that is what I was told to do, the example I was following, and just another right of passage as a Catholic, in other words, it was just something I felt like I had to do because of those that came before me. I never really understood why or comprehended how Jesus worked through my life. Perhaps I was blind, or ignorant to His great works but it didn’t click.

You are good to me

I think of the people in my life and how good they continue to be to me. I can only hope that I return that gift in some way, shape, or form for you. Know that you are always in my prayers and I wish you success in whatever you do and am always there to help brush you off when you fall.

My Peace

I have a weekly phone call with a dear friend of mine, and we dive into all sorts of topics and discussions, and it’s perhaps one of the times I look forward to the most each week. This past week he asked me something along the lines of what my peace is. What a question that was! I’ve been thinking about it ever since he asked me.

Gone, Gone, Gone.

Time is not a renewable resource for us. From the very moment of our birth, we have been dying and time has been the enormous wave slowly creeping towards the shore, only to crash and dissipate at the end. Before you know it, you will be asking yourself where the days, months, and years went and the answer remains the same. Time was always there; you just took it for granted.