It seemed like a semi-regular occurrence on the farm. I or my dad would be working on something, perhaps the plumbing or perhaps some of our equipment. We’d arrive at…
Many of you have likely heard about my past experiences as an organist, and perhaps have even heard me play at some point before. Now, while the way that I…
It was a routine occurrence, every single Saturday. That day would arrive, and I and my brothers would have all sorts of ambitious plans! However, they were being held up…
This past Monday, we celebrated the memorial of Saint Dominic, who, as you may be able to deduce, was the founder of the Dominican order. There are many different depictions…
With all of the heat, I am often thinking about what this meant on the farm: it was hay season. The work that we were taking on would shift dramatically.…
A number of years ago, I found myself driving back to the seminary, late at night, on my way back from Cape Girardeau. I was going up I-55, and things…
It was a number of years ago in the seminary, the year was 2020. Early in that springtime, there I was, sitting, waiting by the mailbox. It wasn’t because I…
I've always found the last line of this particular Gospel to be quite interesting: "No one who sets a hand to the plow and looks to what was left behind…