The more they stay the same. I’ve found myself doing more and more reading lately, really getting into various Papal documents, things like encyclicals and exhortations. One of these is fairly recent, “Evangelii Gaudium” or “The Joy of the Gospel” written by Pope Francis. I get my copies through Verbum.com but you can get them free from various websites.
I don’t normally talk about my past other than to say I wasn’t the best Catholic or Christian and I made a lot of bad choices. But the last few days have brought back some memories of when I was younger, mostly about my Dad.
I have previously written on how we never know when that person we help (or don’t help as the case may be) might be Jesus. Like we are told in Matthew 25:45: “Truly, I say to you, as you did it not to one of the least of these, you did it not to me.” But did you ever stop to think of it in another way? Instead of you looking into the face of Jesus, maybe the other person is looking at you and seeing Jesus?
I tend to be an avid reader. Now one would think that being an avid reader would make me a better writer, but alas, no. Anyway, I have started rereading a book I first read when I began my journey back to the faith, And I thought I would periodically reflect on various chapters as I go along. Continue reading “Don’t Jump Unless the Bridge is Falling”
My last post dealt with a custody battle involving a Facebook acquaintance of mine. I asked the question “What do we do when there are two wills involved?” How do we know which is God’s? My friend made the comment that if one more person told her it was God’s will that her daughter’s father should have custody of the child she would do something unchristian like. Continue reading “A Test of Faith”
I am about to ask a question for which I have no answer. But then isn’t that what life is about, trying to find answers to unanswerable questions? Continue reading “Who’s Side is God on”
The other day I played hooky from work, something I don’t usually do. I had a bunch of things that needed doing that can only be done during the week so I spent the day driving from here to there and back again. One of my stops included a local Trappist monastery. While my visit was brief, I came away realizing I would never be able to make it as a monk.