The Most Holy Trinity is Three Persons, One God. The most perfect unity, the most perfect communion, the most perfect love. No analogy will ever come close to capturing the reality of the oneness and the distinction of the Trinity. Click title for full column.

Happy Pentecost, friends! There are a great many folks in the Church who celebrate this feast day with great solemnity:pulling out their red Sunday best, praying novenas, and celebrating with family. For others, it is just another Sunday, and that is a real shame, because devotion to the Holy Spirit is an essential ingredient in the life of a disciple. Click on title for full column.

I tell people with some regularity that, while I recognize that I am not old by any stretch of the imagination, I am not as young as I once was. Thirty-two is not old, but it is also not twenty-five. I have been revisiting this perspective more frequently lately, as the fifth anniversary of my ordination is coming up this week, and one wonders where the time has gone. We were often told in seminary that we would have two assignments of three years each as vicars to get our feet wet before we became pastors, so you can imagine my surprise at celebrating three years as a pastor before I got to five years as a priest. Every vocation is a blank check that the Lord fills out as He sees fit, and mine has not proven an exception to that rule. Click title for full column.

I have been accused, on more than one occasion, of holding grudges for almost impossible amounts of time. My struggles to forgive (outside the confessional, at least) extend even to ancient blood feuds in which I played no part. I missed Oliver Cromwell and his reign of terror by hundreds of years, but if you would like me to enumerate the reasons why I loathe him, I will gladly oblige on behalf of my people. Click title for full column.

There was a great irony when I sat down to begin brainstorming for this bulletin column…I fell asleep. Why is that ironic? Because this column is to let you all know that I have been diagnosed with a sleep disorder. If you have ever noticed me yawning a lot during confessions or appearing to be asleep during the readings (but never a deacon homily!), it is not because I am bored, but because I have a sleep disorder. It is also super fitting that my mom got me a sleeping St. Joseph statue for my birthday. At my previous parish, I once stood up for the Alleluia at Mass only to start drifting off to sleep so I didn’t realize that the deacon standing in front of me. He startled me awake by asking for my blessing before he read the Gospel. My frequent tiredness has led to many funny moments over the years. Click title for full column.