This is my spiritual blog. Grace is critical to get us through these disturbing times.
Grace is critical to the proper functioning of society. Without it, a diverse society will end up destroying itself.
So to sum it up, the first fully-vaccinated concert was played by “the only one who’s able to represent satan himself.”
“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”
We need to stop, rest, get down low, humble ourselves, look around and then fly out the door. Jesus is the door (John 10:7). This winter, I got creative and built myself a makeshift greenhouse out of the shell of a carport that we’re no longer using. I just covered it with a $25 sheetContinue reading “Sometimes we try too hard”
Behold now, the Assyrians are increased in their might; they are exalted, with their horses and riders; they glory in the strength of their foot soldiers; they trust in shield and spear, in bow and sling, and know not that thou art the Lord who crushes wars;
Are you looking for a group to join that actually believes in the sentence “black lives matter” so much so that there is NO distinction between races? Want to join a family where there is no distinction between classes and no differences between the sexes? Welcome to Christ’s kingdom! If you’re starting to see thatContinue reading “Dear social justice warriors”
I drove past a homeless encampment yesterday and it reminded me of the shanty towns we used to have in America. Especially in the 1930s, there were many thousands who lived in cardboard villages on the outskirts of big cities. I got to thinking about our collective human history and how homelessness has always beenContinue reading “Spiritual growth from homelessness”
I was working on an old house trying to get it ready to sell. On my long to-do list was the removal of a lot of junk sitting in the backyard. That junk included three old doors with lots of small glass panels. As I was moving things around, I noticed a wasp busily buildingContinue reading “Build your nest where you’re supposed to”
Frangdulity n. A combination of frustration, anger and incredulity that occurs when you hear total malarkey from media, whether social media, legacy media or any other.
The truest evidence for God requires faith and sometimes solitude and reflection. Coincidences like that happen more often than we realize. We need faith to be tuned in to them, to experience them. In times of peaceful reflection, such as gardening can bring, we can hear God more clearly.
The Spirit drove Jesus out into the desert, and he remained in the desert for forty days, tempted by Satan. He was among wild beasts and the angels ministered to him. Mark 1:12 When the priest proclaims, “The gospel of the Lord,” there are certain scriptures that I find it hard to respond to withContinue reading “Jesus was led by the Spirit”
I LOVE this image of St. Joseph. He looks like he’s just out for a nice stroll in the woods, maybe getting some firewood and collecting flowers. And while he’s out walking and collecting, oh, yeah, he slays the devil. St. Joseph doesn’t show any sign of fear, repulsion, or anger at the beast belowContinue reading “Serenity in Battle”
Today is Saturday. I was worried and decided to pray the rosary. The first Glorious Mystery, the Resurrection, told me not to worry. We will not be on this cross forever.The second Glorious Mystery, the Ascension, told me not to worry. We will rise again with him.The third Glorious Mystery, the descent of the HolyContinue reading “Saturday, Glorious”
Even the mistakes you make when serving the Lord are beautiful and edifying. One morning last week, I met my cousin for coffee to talk about the way of the world and spiritual things. I have always admired his fortitude in walking with the Lord. He spent years devoted to prayer. He goes to aContinue reading “The good you do”
A list of the enemies we need to know and pray for.
When I was a kid, my grandparents lived in a small two-bedroom house on a farm, seemingly miles away from the closest neighbor. They had a dog, a black mutt that had a white stripe around the top of his neck that looked like a permanent collar. His name was Major. When we went fishing,Continue reading “Returning Home”
We may feel defeated now that Trump, who many of us saw as a sort of temporal Katechon holding back the evils of a new world order, has apparently been cheated out of the election. America and the world lost a great opportunity. Under Trump, the United States could have “more gently and organically [become],Continue reading “Your vote matters every day, not just once every four years”
Red, my anger.Red, the three stripes of the enemy. Red, Republican red.Red, the color of financial ruin.The red army, waiting around the corner-Pharisees wringing handsdrunk on entrapment. Did I say something wrong?Did I dare offend the malformed consciences?The diseased minds of the do-good pavers–those who raise hell just to make the path to it smoother?DidContinue reading “Seeing Red”
When I was a kid, Sunday was a day for church and relaxing. I had never heard of youth sports on Sunday morning or an NFL game starting at 10:00 a.m. There was definitely no weekly wrap-up of the “news” on TV or any talking heads blabbering on about the sorry state of affairs weContinue reading “Take a Break on Sunday -God”
9/27/2020 This morning I was not in the mood for church. A long list of excuses presented itself as to why I shouldn’t go. The usual Covid-era excuses: I hadn’t registered for Mass. I was going to a new church where I didn’t know anyone. And I would be forced to wear a mask. IContinue reading “The Balance of Your Day”
Patience achieves all things.
This morning, I was cutting down some trees that had grown up next to the old farm house. I didn’t pay much attention to what I was cutting. There were some thorns, but I assumed they were just from a wild bush that had grown up around the trees. When I cut one of theContinue reading “An Osage Orange Surprise”