The other day, our son Chris had dinner at a farmhouse located just outside of Cascavel, Brazil. His hosts – José and Gesmari Broca – speak Portuguese. Chris knows some Spanish, but English is definitely his go-to language. And even so, he reports, the encounter managed to bless everyone involved.
Experiencing hospitality, Brazilian style.
We said farewell to Denny yesterday, a man from our parish whom I’ve known and admired for more than 25 years.
Our son Chris watched the sun set in Rio de Janeiro the other day.
Jacob finds himself between a rock and a soft place in the reading we heard at Mass today. (Genesis 28: 10-22)
Our daughter made the 10 o’clock newscast the other day. But it’s OK.
Really, it’s OK.
I saw the first photos of our first grandchild the other day, and it was a profoundly spiritual experience.
Baby Schroeder…beloved child.
The Cardinals put a whuppin’ on the Mets last night. By mid-game, the score was so lopsided that my attention waned…and my mind wandered back to a time when the New York crew provided a much more formidable test for the Redbirds. Along the way, I encountered an unexpected lesson in spirituality.
With Us Still 