Author Archives: Fr Matthew P. Schneider, LC

As I was recovering from my sprained ankle, I could feel ever single slant in the path. Little steps up, slight inclines, mini potholes all become noticeable. All meant danger for my recovering ankle. Now I became aware of the … Continue reading →

October 11, what a day! I was in the second row at ST. Peter’s for the opening of the Year of Faith. At lunch, Fr Álvaro gave a kind of farewell speech as he hand over power to Fr Sylvester. … Continue reading →

Father started playing the same song he plays every day. It’s a four note song that you can play going up and down the piano keys. Today, I was with him. Instead of just repeating his notes, I played with … Continue reading →

If you understood that title, you have probably stumbled onto the wrong blog. I don’t understand it either. My cousin just published an article with that title in ChemComm of the Royal Society of Chemistry as the first part of … Continue reading →

Fire! One day during spiritual exercises, we came out of our talk to the smell of burning wood. I wondered what bonfire the Italian candidates were having to make lunch. Then, I noticed burnt leaves on the sidewalk. This wasn’t … Continue reading →

The water calmly glitters blue moonbeams, The reddish moon approaching water seems To be for me alone this lonely night. ’Side tropical island with snowcap bright – Low lying clouds embrace the cleft-pocked peak. This life has nothing more for … Continue reading →

The week between exams and vacation is always hectic in the library since we need to receive all the text books and pass out all the summer reading at once. Last year I think I described it well in another … Continue reading →

Asleep awake the bell still roars, To play to eat my soul it bores. The sun through pallid branches shines, The train down in the valley whines  But life must have more than just these, Like dogs I stand and … Continue reading →

During the novena before the feast of the Sacred Heart, I would receive a little note under my door each day. It had a paragraph reflecting on Christ’s heart and his love for us – moreover, in English. I appreciated … Continue reading →

The sun beats down. Hour by hour the petals on the flower wither, turn brown, and fall off. The grass turns brown despite daily watering. A fan is needed in the shade. The sweat forms on my arm. It evaporates … Continue reading →