At long last…

We made our first trip to San Damaso!

As we drove along the highway, the one sitting next to me commented on how pretty soon, we will know this road very well. It was strange to think that we were actually on our way to the famous San Damaso… that we had talked about and imagined and wondered about all this past semester. Once we arrived, it was very surreal for me to see the logo that I had seen so many times on the website, documents, and papers, that seemed like an obscure little college so far away on the other side of an ocean...now on the wall of the building that I was walking into. Quite honestly, we didn´t really see much of the campus and there weren´t many people, since it´s still the middle of summer break here. But between the thick Spanish accents in the secretary´s office, I couldn´t help but hear my own thoughts telling me how crazy it was that I was actually enrolling at an ecclesiastical university in Spain to study theology. One of those crazy things that I laugh with Our Lord about, and try to hold on and enjoy the ride.

 

 


Brave chicken man vs. chicken city leaders

Chick-fil-A may not be able to have a restaurant in the Denver Airport because the CEO of the restaurant chain supports traditional marriage.

(Disclosure: I support traditional marriage and really like Chick-fil-A chicken sandwiches and those cute little waffle fries.)

According to an article in the National Catholic Register, the city’s Business Development Committee seems to think it has a moral obligation to keep our businesses that don’t consider all marriages to be equal. Just to be clear, Chick-fil-A’s CEO, Dan Cathy, didn’t say the restaurant wouldn’t serve gays, lesbians, Martians or Caitlin Jenner – he just favors marriage between one man and one woman. In today’s upside-down world, that puts him on the wrong side of public morality. Read the rest of this entry »


Love, to be true, has to hurt

"It is very important for us to realize that love, to be true, has to hurt. I must be willing to give whatever it takes not to harm other people and, in fact, to do good to them. This requires that I be willing to give until it hurts." Blessed Mother Teresa

Home made lasagna! My mom usually woke up at 530 to make it for 610 Mass, helped us with our breakfast and then went to teach her second grade class at school all day. She would then rush home and immediately get dinner going for the family. But every week or so, my mom would get up extra early to prepare a pan of homemade lasagna and had it all ready to go before leaving for work in the morning…this was love and the sacrifice entailed was definitely noted!

 

 


United in His Kingdom

It has been a beautiful experience to begin my time here in Spain while all the consecrated in the country are together here in Madrid for spiritual exercises and a territorial convention. At the end of spiritual exercises, several of the members of my community commented on how we felt that we know everyone in the territory now... even if we only knew their names (if we even remembered them) before starting our week-long retreat together. Praying together really united us in a way that nothing else could - together at the foot of the Tabernacle, as true sisters, gathered around “him whom my heart loves” (Song of Songs). Read the rest of this entry »


How great you can be...

"Everyone has inside of him a piece of good news. The good news is that you don’t know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is." Anne Frank

Tonight, a group of our young professionals and business leaders in Manhattan will join forces at Covenant House to begin what we hope will be a productive and ongoing relationship. Please pray for us and pray for these 16-20 year old homeless youth, so that we will be able to serve them in an effective way so as to get them back on their feet!

 

 


The promise of immigration

I’m blessed to live in a country that people want to get into rather than out of: The United States of America.

My ancestors came here many generations ago, mostly from Germany. My wife’s ancestors came from Italy – just a couple generations ago. Not we’re all Americans.

In the past few weeks, three of my friends became American citizens. One from Mexico, one from Australia, one from South Africa. Read the rest of this entry »


graves and graces

bike in cemetery just after fixing

I was coming back from a long bike ride the other day when my gears got stuck. Jammed. Bad.

It was the hill that did it - the bike path crossed over a little stream then up a hill and across a cemetery. Shifting gears too quickly as I went up the hill, the chain got stuck in between a sprocket and the wheel. I stopped and leaned over and tried to wrench it free with a stick - but to no avail. Greasy hands are not my favorite, but I had to give it a go. Still, even yanking on the chain with all my might only made it wedge itself in more. Read the rest of this entry »


Closer

It was quite simple, really. It was 11pm, and I was sitting in the adoration chapel, finishing my first full day at Belmont Abbey College. I was talking to Christ about my day, and how I was feeling, and my worries and expectations, so basically about…me. All about me. That is, until I heard the door open behind me and some muffled sniffles from the back pew soon after. I was quite comfortable up in the front, just gazing at Jesus, but then he started nagging me. Read the rest of this entry »


Still Waters

"And the earth was formless and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep; and the Spirit of God hovered over the waters. (Gen 1:2)"

It's hard to listen to the whispers of God, his "hovering" over the waters of our souls. You can't hear it if that water is churning, and how often our souls are whirlpools of care. Early one morning I went down to the lake at our summer stay in New Hampshire to see the sunrise. During the day, the lake is a vacation hot spot, crowded with boats, tubers, fishers, long-boarders, etc. But that dawn I stood before a still, glassy expanse of water. The distant islands of pine trees were reflected inversely off the sheen surface of the water like a mirror. Loons called in the distance. I hopped into a kayak, pushed away from shore and began to carve through the undisturbed water. As I stopped to hear the birds' morning chatter in that tranquil setting, the thought struck me: this is what my soul should be like, calm and undisturbed as the lake. Only then can I hear the "hovering" of the Spirit over the water. Read the rest of this entry »


Family

My new home -- in Spain

I never would have thought I´d get up in front of 50 people and introduce myself in Spanish. But it happened.

Almost all of the consecrated in Spain arrived here at our house, Cerro del Coto, for spiritual exercises. After an evening Mass together, we got to know each other at dinner. As I stood up and tried not to get nervous, I realized I wasn´t. Because this is my family.

Each morning and evening whoever wants to in the community here prays lauds and vespers together. My favorite part so far (other than the beautiful singing accompanied by guitar) is the intercessions. After praying the petitions of the Church, members of the community spontaneously add their own. It is a beautiful moment of coming together as sisters before Our Lord.

I love my family.

 

 



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