Author Archives: Br Dain Scherber LC
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. (Jn 14:1)” Our Lord doesn’t leave a margin here. Worries are a red flag; something is wrong. We are never supposed to worry. He doesn’t say “do not let your hearts be troubled … Continue reading
Trust is greater than certainty. Let me explain. Trust is certain, yes, and I would say the greatest certainty, because it is based on God and not us. What I mean is intellectual certainty. Certainty about what will happen in the future doesn’t exist. Not even the Blessed Mother had it. We can do … Continue reading
I’ve been trying to learn how to swim the butterfly stroke for years now. I’m still pathetic. I churn that water so much that the chlorine almost becomes butter. And what’s the effect? I might as well be on a … Continue reading
I never associated tripping with the feast of Corpus Christi. But this concept unexpectedly was a leitmotif of my Corpus Christi this year. It wasn’t that I tripped over my cassock or experienced any epic failure as an acolyte. I … Continue reading
I don’t know much more than the basics of sailing. I’ve been sailing a couple times and enjoyed it, but I can’t say it is on my top ten favorite things to do. In today’s day and age, if you … Continue reading
Have you ever thought how sweet hope is? Imagine what it would be like to live without the smallest drop of hope. Unfortunately, many have done more than just imagine this. Our hearts should go out to them. It’s heart-rendingly … Continue reading
Each person is a book of life. We carry so much more within us than we wear on the surface. There is a history behind each person, a past so personal, because each person is unique and unrepeatable. While at … Continue reading
St Irenaeus is famously attributed with the phrase “The glory of God is man fully alive.” God wants us to live the present to the full. There’s the danger of getting stuck in the past or worrying about the future … Continue reading
You didn’t have to choose this road, Unnecessary gift. When wounded, fallen child did run, Yet back to Father lift.
Most costly gifts poured out in me, Bought with my Beloved’s blood, Freely given, undeserved, Gushing river, ceaseless flood.