I’m a little teapot

Forgive the bad 30-second-Photoshop, but the point here is not to show off my Photoshop skills, but to illustrate the story.
Forgive the bad 30-second-Photoshop, but the point here is not to show off my Photoshop skills, but to illustrate the story.

This entry is my journal entry from my holy hour on Monday, August 25, 2014. I’m trying something new for my journal. I’m using an app for the iPad that I just write in, so I’m gonna try something new here, too. I’m putting up a PDF of my original handwritten (albeit electronically) version. I’m also going to transcribe it (perhaps with minor edits) as my actual entry. Continue reading “I’m a little teapot”

Psalm 63 – O God, you are my God

The following entry is an expansion of a journal entry from my holy hour on All Saints Day. I found myself drawn – as I often am – to the first two verses of Psalm 63. I decided to go with it. This post is the same basic content that I wrote during that holy hour. I just expanded here and there and cleaned it up to make sense. My actual journal entries are generally even more rambly than my blog. Continue reading “Psalm 63 – O God, you are my God”

Are Christians made by walls?

One often hears debates over what it means to be Christian. Does it mean participating in an institutional Church? Does it mean “accepting Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior”? Does it mean living out his instructions? Well, I was reflecting and praying about that before Mass this morning, and I wrote about it in my journal. My conclusion: it is all three; they are inseparable; one cannot truly exist without the other two. I should say that this was prompted from an exchange in Augustine’s Confessions Book 8. Continue reading “Are Christians made by walls?”

My first retreat as a seminarian

Well, I went on a retreat last week. It was a different retreat than I’ve ever been on before. This was a preached retreat, but, other than the preaching itself (and Mass, Office, etc), the retreat was in silence. So I was basically in silence from Tuesday evening until Saturday night. That was a challenge at many points, but it was also illuminating. It proved a wonderful transition into the deeper spiritual life of the seminary. In this post, I want to share some of my thoughts and a few excerpts from my journal on the retreat. It may be a bit disjointed. I’m not sure there’s an elegant way to weave all of them together without wasting piles of space trying to artificially link things together. Continue reading “My first retreat as a seminarian”