At home as a Catholic

Homes are the heart of human existence, shaped from the intertwining of lives over the passage of time.  Homes gratefully enfold the  extraordinary and the mundane, weave meaning into triumphs and  tragedies, shape purpose and establish identity.

Being “at home”  implies both the depth of comfort and the warmth of intimacy.  And of course, at times, being “at home” brings challenge,  demands growth and necessitates change.

All that is part of  a living Catholicism.  This is a small attempt to recall, capture, and share some of those experiences that define what it means to be at home as a Catholic, to celebrate the extraordinary and the mundane, to see what has happened and wonder at the facets of life that bring meaning to existence and purpose to daily choices.

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It is a land apart, entirely separate, an enclosure of heart and spirit:  seven acres largely undeveloped;  quiet gardens scattered along a softly worn path that rings the building.   The house itself is simple, two stories, pristine brick.  A Tau cross dominates the center wall between long strips of glass windows.  At the driveway’s edge, an unassuming … Continue reading

Seeds of Faith

It was just before the final blessing, the last of the Sunday announcements.  His words reverberated in the church; tears stung as he reassured wary parishioners that he wanted to keep things as normal as possible in spite of his upcoming radiation and chemo treatments.  There was a wave of collective support, and the congregation … Continue reading Seeds of Faith


Life is complicated: without partners and friends, it is also incomplete.  Relationships reveal what is most sacred in human life: the connections to what is greater than self.  It allows for scaling the mountain of learning to love and delving the depths of capacity for love.  And yet, it is both tender and fragile.  Relationships … Continue reading Presence

The Best

This morning hosts crickets and quiet; there is a tenderness in emerging color and an honesty in the changes.  This morning I heard a Gospel I have heard so many times before, and this time, the homilist opened a new path for hearing and seeing the Gospel.  This morning, I was listening. There are Gospel … Continue reading The Best

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