Saturday, October 22, 2016

Only God

We cannot save ourselves,
cannot set things right with God;
the price is too high,
well beyond our means.
                        Psalm 49:7
   (1994 ICEL translation)

Friday, October 21, 2016

Catch 22

You could hang yourself on Jesus' parable of the Pharisee and the Tax Collector.  As soon as you say, "I'm not like that Pharisee," you are like that Pharisee, judging yourself better than he.  It's more helpful to look deep in our own hearts and see how easy it is to slide from appreciating God's gifts to feeling vain about how wonderful we are.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016


In the parable of the Pharisee and the Tax Collector (Luke 18:9-14) Jesus points out the folly of thinking that we can make ourselves good.  It's important to recognize the goodness in ourselves, but crucial to acknowledge that all of it comes from God.

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Autumn's Glorious Changes

To live is to change,
and to be perfect in this world
is to have changed often.
(Blessed John Henry Cardinal Newman)

A 50 year old trying to get by with the faith of a child is a spiritual cripple.  Even an 80 year old trying to get by on the faith of a 50 year old.  Change in our religious and spiritual life is crucial.  Autumn's glory assures us that change is beautiful.

Friday, October 7, 2016

The Fat Lady is Jesus Christ

A family of brilliant children are on a weekly radio quiz show.  The oldest, Seymour, tells his sister Franny to polish her shoes beforehand.  She asks why since no one can see their shoes.  He tells her to polish her shoes "for the fat lady" sitting on her porch listening to their show.
Later Franny asks another brother, Zooey, who the "fat lady" is.  He answers, "There isn't anyone out there who isn't Seymour's Fat Lady.  There isn't anyone anywhere who isn't Seymour's Fat Lady.  And don't you know--listen to me now--don't you know who that Fat Lady really is?  It's Christ Himself." 
(from J.D. Salinger's Zooey)

Thursday, October 6, 2016


I took my boat over to the marina to be pulled today.  I took my time, remembering how much this Lake has meant to me since 1950, when my aunt and uncle bought their place here.  They let me spend most of the summer at their place before my last year in the seminary.  The memory of these gentle hills rising out of the water got me through that last year when I was so eager to get out and start working as a priest.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016


This is the coast where our family vacationed in Oregon.  That's not our family.  The days were hot.  The water is very cold.  No one swims.  A few hardy folk put their feet in.  I felt sorry for little children who thought that going to the beach meant playing in the sand, not the ocean.  But the view is Beauty.