A Look Inside My Search

In a search for answers to the woes in my life, I found God. The truth that lies in knowing God for myself, placed me on a quest for peace. While on this journey, I have discovered that there are others seeking this truth also and that I can help. I have a Doctor of Ministry degree from Catholic Theological Union, not to rise above anyone, but to better serve everyone. I am on a journey towards peace, speaking truth that opens people up to God.

22 November 2011


The foolishness of humans is in allowing past mistakes to rule the present. Often our dwelling on the past gets in the way of present possibilities. We recount and relive the mistakes so often that they become current participants in our thoughts and actions. We fail to seek the lesson to be learned, choosing instead to linger on actions that lead nowhere.
originally written 1 June 2011

09 November 2011


Sitting with You Jesus is just so wonderful.
When I eat Your body and drink Your blood,
I am so amazed by Your willingness to enter into my sin in order to transform me.
To taste You is to be made WHOLE!

08 November 2011

Time With Jesus

I have so missed those moments of meditation/prayer. Opening the door when the bell rings and forgetting the speakers have all contributed to my lack of participation in ReCiL Eucharistic Adoration.
If I'm missing this time I guess you are too.  The moment the music began I was drawn to write.
Fr. Kalema lit candles for us in the chapel and the smell of incense burned days ago transported me directly to my Savior.

O LORD, You are so good to me. I am grateful. May I continue to praise You, Blessing Your Holy Name.

originally written 7 November 11

02 November 2011

My Feet Hurt

I was thinking how much my new pair of shoes are hurting my feet. I was preoccupied with that pain for 2 days. Then I attended the first of 5 Memorial Pilgrimages sponsored by Urban Dolorosa at St. Sabina Tuesday night, and my feet were no longer important. The pain in the hearts of all who lost a child to gun violence took center stage in my soul. Then the pain in my feet reminded me of the violence we continue to ignore. The pain in my feet reminded me of too many voices now silent.

Why continue to walk in shoes that hurt my feet? Why are we letting our children die by the bullet? Where are we enduring gun violence in silence like the pain of new shoes?

After I wrote this, the baritone singer, Khary Laurent, while singing, was carrying the shoes of children shot dead. Shoes are no longer hurting their feet.