Building the Kingdom of God
Sharing In His Love
Ordinary Living
Surviving Community, Somehow
Go First to Jesus
Your Light Must Shine Before Others
Walking Straight Toward Jesus
Eternal Manna
For much of my life, especially after my mission experience in Bolivia, I struggled with my vocation.
The Desert is Flowering
Not the Same Sky
It wasn’t a radical conversion or a 360 life change, it was just an amazing reminder that God is ever at work.
To the Ranchos!
Due to the amount of ranchos that our parish priest is in charge of, he can only reach them maybe two times a year, if that.
Long-Lasting Fruits of the Mission
Raul, was a local butcher, who helped Genie when she came to the store to buy their family’s meat. Genie constantly invited him to come to their weekly prayer meetings, but Raul couldn’t be bothered. He worked hard to provide for his family, but he was not what you’d call a family man.
The Suffering and Solidarity of Gospel Poverty
I ran into a very poor family of seven we had befriended. After catching up and learning that the husband was still struggling to find work, I asked how they were doing with having enough food. Sadly they didn’t even know how they were going to get dinner that evening.
Sometimes We Are the Poor Ones
The hardest part was that almost no one even asked our names or interacted with us as people. Here we were, living in a new country, caring for our young children, struggling with the language, and also homesick for everything and everyone that we left behind.
COVID Campout
We threw everything in the car—sleeping bags, water, food, a whole bunch of chips and cookies—and headed for the mountains. Though our general destination was only 15 miles away, we drove for about 80 minutes—60 of those being on a windy dirt road. As we ascended into the mountains, we had no exact idea of where we would stay.
Autumn in Mexico
They call it Kilómetro 64, just known by the nearest kilometer marker on the highway where this dusty village sits, next to a long line of windmills, directly under major, humming power lines, in middle of the Mexican desert.
Doña Marciana
Who am I to be able to do this? The world would say you are just a stranger in someone’s home, but the Lord would say that we all are brothers and sisters. The veil between Heaven and Earth is far thinner than we realize. We do not have to wait until Heaven to be united in love: we can have it now.
La Cruz de Amor
The voices of the world and the lies about mission life plagued me over the past few weeks. I should be doing more. I should be giving them more money and meeting more material needs. Who do I think I am to do this work?
