A Formation House for the Domestic Church
Last night I sat down with Suzanne, Joseph, and Andrew to walk them through what I've been working on - family meeting style. Thomas and Matthew are next.
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Last night I sat down with Suzanne, Joseph, and Andrew to walk them through what I've been working on - family meeting style. Thomas and Matthew are next.
In this Sunday's Gospel, Jesus goes deeper than the Law—teaching that it's not enough to avoid murder or adultery or false oaths. God cares about what's happening in your heart. And he ends with this: "Let your 'Yes' mean 'Yes,' and your 'No' mean 'No.'"
Notice what Jesus says: "You ARE the light of the world." Not "try to be the light." Not "work really hard to become the light someday." You ARE the light. Right now. By your baptism.
On clarity, flywheels, and the formation house I didn't know I was building For months, I've been praying for clarity and courage.
We read the Beatitudes like a spiritual to-do list. Be meek. Check. Be merciful. Check. Be a peacemaker. Check. But that misses the point entirely.
"At once they left their nets and followed him." "Immediately they left their boat and their father." Not "let me think about it." Not "after I finish this project." Not "once my life is in order." At once. Immediately.
Somewhere around mile eight, I hit the Presentation again. I run with a finger rosary. It's the only way I've found to pray consistently through a half marathon - my mind wanders, my legs burn, but my thumb keeps moving bead to bead.
It was the summer of 1994 when I kept my vigil in the Order of the Arrow. The OA is Scouting's honor society - you don't apply; your peers select you.
There's a moment at Disneyland that gets me every time. You walk through the tunnel beneath the train station, the sounds of the outside world fading behind you. And then you emerge onto Main Street, U.S.A., and the world opens. The castle rises in the distance.
I send at least one handwritten note every week. It's slow. It's inefficient. It can't be scaled. And it lands differently than anything digital ever will
I've been thinking a lot lately about the little moments that shape who we become. It started with a conversation in the car. My son asked me something from his Civics class about speeding tickets
What's the difference between a mortal sin and a venial sin?" It's one of the most common questions Catholics ask, especially when preparing for confession.