Daily Archives: March 20, 2012


Imagine a tree next to a stream. You see it in its splendor, full of leaves and giving its fruit to any passerby. Its bark thick and protecting it from insects. What you don’t see are the vastness of its roots, digging deep beneath the earth, anchoring it to the ground and foraging for nutrients to feed what is above. Although the tree itself may be only 15 or so foot tall, its roots can branch off double that size. Such are the gifts that God gives to us. They are so numerous and vast, we tend to overlook them and seek the easy things, that are visible.

A very good Priest helped me copy some sign up sheets for our Adoration chapel a few weeks ago. It was copied on a different colored paper then what was in the copy machine. When the copies were complete, he reached into the copy machine and without looking, pulled out all the colored paper placed on top of the white paper. He snickered and said to me, “What are the chances”. I didn’t say anything. I wanted to ponder it.

I will now. What are the “chances”, you were born, allowed to grow up, discern the Priesthood, CHOOSE the Priesthood, attend the Seminary, graduate from the Seminary, become a Parish Priest, be moved to my Parish, myself, move to San Diego from Chicago, run back to the Catholic Faith, locate to this particular parish, become the Captain of our Adoration Chapel that you become the Spiritual Director of and help me substantially in my faith, we end up working together on the same project and you copy sign in sheets for me at that particular second in time? No chances. Divine providence and a lot of unseen grace. Now, what are the “Chances” this was all written before we were born? 100%.

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At The Feet of Christ in the Eucharist

At the Feet of Christ in the Eucharist

O Jesus, Divine Prisoner of Love, when I consider Your love and how You emptied Yourself for me, my senses deaden. You hide Your inconceivable majesty and lower Yourself to miserable me. O king of Glory, though You hide Your beauty, yet the eye of my soul rends the veil. I see the angelic choirs giving You honor without cease, and all the heavenly Powers praising You without cease, and without cease they are saying: Holy, Holy, Holy.

Oh, who will comprehend Your love and Your unfathomable mercy toward us! O Prisoner of Love, I love up my poor heart in this tabernacle that it may adore You without cease night and day. I know of no obstacle in this adoration: and even though I be physically distant, my heart is always with You. Nothing can put a stop to my love for You. No obstacles exist for me…

O Holy Trinity, One and Indivisible God, may You be blessed for this great gift and testament of mercy. Amen.

I adore You, Lord and Creator, hidden in the Most Blessed Sacrament. I adore You for all the works of Your hands, that reveal to me so much wisdom, goodness and mercy, O Lord. You have spread so much beauty over the earth and it tells me about Your beauty, even though these beautiful things are but a faint reflection of You, incomprehensible Beauty. And although You have hidden Yourself and concealed your beauty, my eye, enlightened by faith, reaches You and my souls recognizes its Creator, its Highest Good, and my heart is completely immersed in prayer of adoration.

My Lord and Creator, Your goodness encourages me to converse with You. Your mercy abolishes the chasm which separates the Creator from the creature. To converse with You, O Lord, is the delight of my heart. In You I find everything that my heart could desire. Here Your light illumines my mind, enabling it to know You more and more deeply. Here streams of grace flow down upon my heart. Here my soul draws eternal life. O my Lord and Creator, You alone, beyond all these gifts, give Your own self to me and unite Yourself intimately with Your miserable creature.

O Christ, let my greatest delight be to see You loved and Your praise and glory proclaimed, especially the honor of Your mercy. O Christ, let me glorify Your goodness and mercy to the last moment of my life, with every drop of my blood and every beat of my heart. Would that I be transformed into a hymn of adoration of You. When I find myself on my deathbed, may the last beat of my heart be a loving hymn glorifying Your unfathomable mercy. Amen.

(by St. Faustina)


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What Is Beauty

“One thing I ask of the LORD, this is what I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD and to seek him in his temple.” Psalm 27:4

What is “Beauty”? We can see all sorts of beauty in God’s creation. In a field of flowers, a sunset or sunrise. Looking out over the ocean or the vastness of the mountains. All beautiful things but what is it exactly? Beauty is creation being exactly what God created it to be. Pure, untouched perfection. Such is the beauty of a soul. Beauty is knowing the perfection of God’s creation, which then fills the soul with His peace, comfort and joy.

Each human has been created exactly as God intend that soul to be. It is only this world and the corruption in it, that seeks to mar and scar the soul, in the same way man seeks to dominate and control all of his environment and then to take the credit for it to feed his own ego.

Beauty is God’s justification of innocence, and the fruit is genuine love, “ever ancient, ever new”. It can be found in every human heart, hidden from the reach of the outside world that is busy seeking the easily accessible corruption and destruction in it and the ways to damage it and inflect pain, torment and death on the soul. So often is this beauty overlooked that when it is found, it is all the soul seeks. Beauty is the needle in the haystack.

Late have I loved you,
O Beauty so ancient and so new,
late have I loved you!
You were within me, but I was outside,
and it was there that I searched for you.
In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created.
You were with me, but I was not with you.
Created things kept me from you;
yet if they had not been in you they would not have been at all.
You called, you shouted, and you broke through my deafness.
You flashed, you shone, and you dispelled my blindness.
You breathed your fragrance on me;
I drew in breath and now I pant for you.
I have tasted you, now I hunger and thirst for more.
You touched me, and I burned for your peace.

St Augustine of Hippo

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Hail Holy Queen

This is my Queen, Mama Mary

Window in the choir loft in The Basilica of the National Shrine of Mary, Help of Christians, at Holy Hill, Wisconsin.

Mary is the Mother of the Son of God, who is the messianic King. Mary is the Mother of Christ, the Word incarnate. … “He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High; and the Lord God will give him the throne of his father David; and he will reign over the house of Jacob for ever; and of his kingdom there will be no end.” [Luke 1:32-33] … Elizabeth greeted the Blessed Virgin, pregnant with Jesus, as “the Mother of my Lord.” [Luke 1:41-43]

Mary, Mother of my Lord, is Queen of Heaven and Earth.

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