
When I Am Lost…
I’ve always loved a good mystery. There’s a sense of adventure in not always knowing what’s in store for me.
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I’ve always loved a good mystery. There’s a sense of adventure in not always knowing what’s in store for me.

Every day is a new day filled with God’s mercy and hope. We have a God of forgiveness and grace who gives us a purpose to do his will.

Thomas Merton said that what it means to be myself is to be my true self.

As we prepare to cross into a new year, we do so with grace and hope, not fear.

Living in precarity with faith in God’s providence may lead to this startling conclusion: I am rich because my needs are few. Enough will be enough.

We humans make a big deal about our differences. From favorite colors to choice of religion (or not at all), we tend to set ourselves up in a wide variety of groups. Unfortunately, this can easily lead to one group treating another as less than human, as we’ve seen time and again throughout history.

To truly be one body of Christ does not mean for everyone to be the same, but rather to be welcoming of all experiences and expressions of the Catholic faith.

After he feeds the 5,000, Jesus tells his disciples to gather up the fragments so nothing is wasted. Isn’t that how God works in our lives, too?

St. Francis could let go when the right time came and engage in new ways of thinking and structures of relationship.

I wonder if there’s an invitation from our Creator in these days of dwindling light to not only tolerate the dark, but to embrace it, to find a kind of peace there.