If you already know that you suffer from a mental illness, don’t be shy about sharing your story with people. That’s the best way to increase awareness and erase the stigma.Read More
The limit of our liberty To shape ourselves the way we choose Is much like weather’s destiny, Imposed with scarce a thing to lose.
Though old and gray, I am embraced By nature, like a vibrant vine. That’s why my background may be faced, Fermented like an aged wine.
Raskolnikov’s heart is won by Sonya’s suffering in the name of Christ for others, her patient waiting, and her love, not the Bible she has given him in silence that he leaves under his pillow unread.Read More
If you are someone suffering from depression, ask God for an angel who can supply sustenance and encouragement. If you have a friend or family member with the illness, consider that you could be that angel for that person in their life. Give them the bread of prayer, the water of kindness and understanding, the encouragement of unconditional love.Read More
I was a fat child, an overweight teen, and an obese young adult. I tried diet after diet, and nothing worked. Low-carb diets just made me high-crab (grumpy) instead. I spent a lot of money on commercial diet plans to lose only half a pound a week.Read More
Most of us, I fear, fly through our spiritual lives by the seats of our pants. We wing it, and we see where that carefree spiritual lifestyle takes us. With that approach – or better yet, lack of approach — we make that spiritual life much more difficult, much less fulfilling, than it should be.Read More
Little do we know that we are surrounded by people in need of maintenance or repair or just a little “tender loving care.” Little do we know about those people with whom we work or who live on the same street or whom we see every day at the convenience store; those people we see at church on Sundays or send Christmas cards every year; or anonymously sit nearby at the local Italian restaurant.Read More
The more I studied all the activity of my life, internal and external, the more I wondered “to what end?” Is the intention to make more money than I do now? To write a best-selling book? To make more friends? To have no regrets? Or is it something much bigger and less measurable: to make the world a better place, to realize true happiness?Read More
I am here because I am weaker than others, more fragmented, and this is a healing place for me. It is for others who come here for retreat or just a place to pray and to heal. They have no idea what they do for us, the monks.Read More
Merton observes in his book Seeds of Contemplation that for him to be a saint, he must be himself. Nothing else is required. The most fundamental of all our vocations is the calling God gives to be ourselves.Read More
We might as well have needed to climb Mount Everest. Jessica wouldn’t let Donna or me brush it, yet she wouldn’t do it herself. She was crying, Donna was frustrated, I was screaming. At last I flung the hairbrush onto the couch, only a couple feet from where Jessica was sitting, and said, “Fine, then I’ll just take you to school with your hair looking like that! Let’s go!”Read More