Don’t Jump Unless the Bridge is Falling

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”

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A Test of Faith

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”

Slow to Speak

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.

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St. Joseph’s Abbey – Spencer MA

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The Two Ways

I come from a time when there were only two ways of doing things: the right way and the wrong way. Every choice had only two options: right or wrong. Every act was either good or evil.Where did this law come from? It came from a strong moral foundation, handed down to us from our parents, handed to them from their parents, eventually leading back to God, who was (and still is) the ultimate authority. Somewhere during the time I was a teenager  this changed and is no longer the case.  Continue reading “The Two Ways”

Howdy Doody and the Next Big Step

Back on Ash Wednesday I took the next big step in my journey back to God and to being a better Catholic. The first thing I did was to go to the Ash Wednesday service, something I had not done since I was kid. I had an ulterior motive other than just getting ashes however. I figured I would have a good chance of cornering the priest at the end of Mass.

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