If death is the end toward which all life is moving… then why does anything in our lives matter at all? Why ascribe any purpose to it whatsoever? It is all death in the end anyway.
Sometimes we need the desert to find our hearts and souls… and to remember who we are and what our purpose is. And no matter the endless circles and varied pathways we take in this desert life, the point at which they all converge is at the cross. For it is when we come to the cross that we choose to no longer go our own way.
As my daughter and I, and 50 other servants, exited the newly constructed 400 square foot house built for a beautiful family of seven in the barrios of Puerto Penasco, Mexico, I humbly said: In every way I have talked and written about how misaligned the Church is… what you just experienced is the very […]