Monthly Archives: April 2017

Jesus in the gospel today finds his disciples walking away from Jerusalem. At times, we can think that all seems to be going really well, but all the sudden a fork in the road appears and we continue along the … Continue reading →

I’ve been hearing for years that the world is getting smaller, that we live in a global community.  And it is true, right in a small American town, in a small American state. This week, teaching a short course to … Continue reading →

There are so many things in the world I could never do. I could be a brain surgeon, but I have poor fine motor skills. I could be an astronaut, but I get motion sick easily. I could be a … Continue reading →

It was a dark and stormy night. Well…it really was just overcast with a little drizzle.  But the plane ride had been a bit bumpy, the road slightly slick from rain – and I was passing behind the black curtain. … Continue reading →

Nikki works at Macaroni Grill. She is a beautiful African-American woman in her late thirties, and I met her when my community was invited to join a family for dinner there last month. Right away I realized that she wasn’t … Continue reading →

EDITOR’S NOTE:  This is the first in a series of reflections of people writer Rachel Peach encountered in everyday life. Reading John Paul II’s meditation on “givenness” both inspired and challenged me on my outlook on life; am I able … Continue reading →

You didn’t have to choose this road, Unnecessary gift. When wounded, fallen child did run, Yet back to Father lift.

Joshua works at Lowe’s. I met him back in December when I needed to get more a more specific type of light bulbs for some of the light fixtures in my community’s home. It was at the end of the … Continue reading →

Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of [his] disciples that are not written in this book. But these are written that you may [come to] believe that Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that … Continue reading →

The tabernacle is empty. Last night’s Mass of the Lord’s Supper was a beautiful liturgy.  The incense.  Glorious music. Washing of the feet.  Procession and repose. The tabernacle is empty and there is an uneasy aching in my heart, a … Continue reading →