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There’s the good life, the rich life, a bad life, heck even that show "The Buried Life"; but I’ve found one even better. It’s the blessed life. A life so beautifully sweet, I kneel at the ground of Christ’s saving feet. A life so simple, it has let me realize my blessings are ample. That my soul is filled with the glory, from the greatest never ending love story. My life is blessed. I know that I God is with me. Every time I fall, I am picked right back up again, all for His glory.
Imagine one day, you’re doing great. Nothing could be better. Maybe you’re chillin with friends, catching some waves, or teaching teens how to climb things. It’s going great until you are told something that fills you with doubt, fear, and sorrow. Finding your fears to be true, feeling like your whole world has descended into darkness. Chances are, this has happened to you in one way or another. I had it happen to me a little over a month ago when I received a call I never wanted to hear and
Last week we were all out together playing a game of soccer. Before I go much further, know that I'm not very good at soccer, but I love defense. No matter the sport, put me on defense, and I'm good to go. So automatically, I stayed back and waited for the other team to attack. I went probably 95% of the game in this spot on defense and had a few 'ok' stops, but mostly the other team kicked it around me. It was getting late and the other team was up 4-0. I yelled out "next goal wins," typically
About two months ago, as Fr. Louis, Michel (Fr. Louis’ brother), Sara, MarcArthur (Haitian missionary), and I were driving to see the Missionaries of Charity we got to talking about the many things that are so . . . Haiti. I remembered that movie, and in particular that scene, and I thought to myself “This is Haiti.” Now every time something happens that could only happen here or is just normal/expected by Haitian standards, our response is “T.I.H.”
I miss home. I miss sleeping in my room on Long Island. I haven't been there since January and I won't return until half way through August. I miss hearing my sister's crazy music blasting from her room. I miss the air compressor going on and off in my dad's garage at the wee hours of the morning. I miss my mom's cooking. But all of these things are a sacrifice I'm willing to miss to serve the Lord who laid his life down for the salvation of my soul. As my time living in the physical
I love our Church! I really and sincerely do. I love everything about our Church. I love the sights of the buildings and the Liturgy, the sounds of the old Gregorian Chant music, the smells of the incense, the physicality (touch) of the priesthood, the taste of the Body and Blood of Jesus. I love it all! I think a lot of people agree with me about the beauty of our Church, but I think where our Church gets so much scrutiny is the "rules" or teachings that the Church "imposes" on the faithful.
Easter day seemed a little more special for me this year. I'm not entirely sure why, but I think it's mostly because of the ways that I've drawn closer to the Lord this year as a missionary, especially in prayer. It hasn't been the easiest year of my life, but it has been incredibly blessed! Journeying with Jesus in prayer and in Scripture has brought me to a place where I feel closer to Him than I ever have before, so there was so much to celebrate as we remembered Christ's resurrection on Easter!
While visiting my family in Melbourne, FL for Easter, I was compelled to spend a couple of days serving the hungry at a soup kitchen called The Daily Bread. I met a woman named Shay who has three children of age 10, 9 and 6. Shay is working towards becoming a pharmacist. The Dad is no longer in the picture and she is at risk of losing her kids to the court due to lack of funds to take care of them. She told me, "Maybe if I can figure out how to be forgiven, then God will hear me and
Throughout scripture we see Jesus doing these amazing miracles. He makes the blind see (John 9), the mute speak (Luke 11:14), the deaf hear (Mark 7: 31-37). He feeds thousands of people with a few pieces of fish and bread (Matthew 14:13-21). He even raised the dead back to life (John 11). After Jesus’ death and resurrection the miracles did not stop, they continued through the apostles. One story in scripture that always strikes me is from Acts 3. Peter and John were on their way to the temple
Can you imagine if Jesus was a rock star how many people would be lining up to see Him? I'm sure every show would be sold out with thousands of people paying just to see a little man on a stage hundreds of feet away. I was praying my rosary before holy hour the other day and usually I look at the stained glass image of Jesus the Shepherd, or at the Crucifix, or sometimes my eyes wander out the window to watch the sun come up over the mountain and bring the light of day or even I just sit with