Perpetual Adoration

Last night, I was lucky enough to have my second hour before the exposed Eucharist in one week. My wife was out of town with the kids, so I took her place. My usual hour is in the morning, before work. The sun is up, the room is bright. It’s like Easter morning. But in…

Something New

Hey, I realize that my readership has dropped from about 1,000 a day to a handful a day since I left the world of politics to concentrate on God. I don’t care. Well, I do. It’s symptomatic of the reason I turned toward God: this world loves sin, lies, and death. It hates goodness, truth,…

Opportunity Lost

A few weeks ago, I walked to the neighborhood watering hole to say hello to my cousin. He was talking to a girl who used to tend bar at the place. I hadn

Tonight in Guatamala

Tonight in Guatamala, in a place lush with plants and beauty such that one from the comfortable but dry Midwestern United States might think “paradise” on first glance, lies a little girl. Her family has so little. The floor of their tin-roofed house is dirt. She has a matress, I understand. She like to sing…

Round and Round with Fr. Joyce

Fr. Brian Joyce (e-mail him here), a Roman priest, likes performing clown masses. He also believes that papal infallability is a joke and that the Blessed Virgin was just a Jewish mother. Here’s our latest go-around: Father, I can see beauty in your heart. I have read the testimony of your parishoners, and I can…

An Abyss of Mercry

Never, I am sure, has a mortal man sinned so skillfully, consistenty, and entertainingly as I. Oh, Lord, You know that I am the leader among sinners. I can resist anything except temptation. (Hat tip to Wilde.) And yet, You forgive. In the abyss of Your fathomless mercy, You find a way to forgive me…

But for the Grace of God, Part II

I don’t want to get on a rant against Episcopalians, here, but RomanCatholicBlog and Ex-Pagan bring us links to a travesty in an Episcopal church that I must point out. I know some took offence at my original swipe at the Anglican church last week. I even felt a little writer’s remorse, thinking, maybe, I’d…

Honesty

My wife is wearing one of my t-shirts–a green one with an Irish pub’s logo. That and a pair of jeans. She just got up from the couch to give the little guy a bath, stopping on the way through the living room to check on the fish and to pick up something left dropped…