It takes a fair amount of power to wash away 50 years’ worth of grime.
Author Archives: John Schroeder
Today’s find: Encrusted
Today’s find: Mantle
Our son Chris marks the second anniversary of his ordination today. And to celebrate, he’s moving from Kansas City to Dallas…where he’ll begin a brand new ministry at a Jesuit retreat center.
Today’s find: Mercy, anon
It’s left me puzzled since mid-week: Who tucked a $5 bill under my windshield wiper in the parking lot outside the local Breadco the other day? And why?
Today’s find: Super-sub
Perhaps the feast day simply snuck up on us. Whatever the reason, we experienced a Lectionary malfunction at the early Mass today. The page was set to a Friday in Ordinary time—not to the readings prescribed for the Solemnity of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus –and our lector initially began proclaiming a passage from 2 Timothy, instead of Ezekiel.
Today’s find: Picked clean
Working meat off the bones of a rotisserie chicken became something of a sacramental experience for me the other day.
Today’s find: Out of time
For a number of reasons, we’re a bit behind schedule in tending to our backyard flower garden this spring. Normally, we’d have a variety of bedding plants selected and planted by late May. This year…well, let’s just say the trip to the nursery is still on our to-do list.
And yet, despite our thoroughgoing neglect, the unkempt plot is already yielding a bit of beauty: a few Sweet William blossoms poking through.
Today’s find: Feelin’ it…
We prayed portions of Psalm 103 at Mass on Friday morning, and I have to say, I was really feelin’ it…
Today’s find: On the Mark
The ferocity of a recent spring storm toppled two of the four chairs on our deck. Twenty-four hours later, the duo remained askew—prompting Gerri to observe that her dear husband must have absolutely zero interest in home improvement.
“But two of the chairs remain upright,” I protested. “So that’s about right…I’m at least half-way concerned…”
Today’s find: Pentecost / Paschal Meditation
Pentecost looms. Which means it’s been 50 days since I heard the words uttered near the beginning of the Easter Vigil Mass…and still, I can’t get them out of my mind.


