And so it begins

Another day, another opportunity to glorify the Lord in all that we do.  The yearnings of our hearts must be fulfilled in what we do, in what we bring about, in our cooperation with the Divine assistance. (That would grace, of course.)

My heart yearns for the glory of God. And yet I’m more often than not like St. Peter in Gesthemane; caught in the distractions of a disillusioned world, sure of my knowledge of how the Lord will work.

That’s why we meditate upon the Passion of the Lord, though isn’t it. To keep us grounded in the realities of a life which is not pretty, not beautiful, not easy. Being crucified with Christ means laying down upon the cross and dying.  We die to our passions, we die to our wants, we die to our selves, we die to the world.

And then we have to get up with that very cross and carry it through life. It’s a yoke that the Lord says is easy – a burden he says is light.

St. Paul writes, in the letter to the Hebrews:

“You are never to walk in darkness; the great and final day is not to enfold you in darkness. Do not let the night and mist of ignorance steal upon you. So that you may always enjoy the light of knowledge, keep always in the daylight of faith, hold fast always to the light of love and peace.” 

This day is given to us in the light and the love of Jesus Christ – a day unlike any other that will ever be. It is our gift, and our opportunity to dwell in light, and to allow the Lord shine upon those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death. And to know that our feet are guided into the way of peace.

St. Michael the Archangel, ora pro nobis.



The Wandering Years

I had a conversation with our Archbishop recently, and he mentioned that a while back it seemed as if I was wandering. I wasn’t, really. And I had zero intention of naming this site after the whole notion of wandering. Because I’m not wandering anywhere.

But the hour has grown late after my site was destroyed – which was entirely my fault.

It’s certainly fitting that it was destroyed, as everything else is being destroyed around me at the moment.  Which means that it’s a time of renewal. A time of grace. A time of – spiritual maturation?

So, as I wander through the rubble and rebuild, refurbish, remodel; St. Joseph falling asleep and listening to an angel in a dream (even though it’s not really a dream,) is the perfect way to start off this new adventure.  I’m certainly falling asleep. And the angels around here are bidding me to bed verily, soon, soon, soon.  Anon to bed. Anon to sleep. To dream.

Back to the matters at hand, so many adventures are starting I don’t even know where to begin describing them.

We’ll take things one step at a time, shall we?