Their faces gaunt. Their eyes are blurred. Their shirts all soaked with sweat. Johnny Cash’s mystic anthem, Ghost Riders in the Sky, still echoes in the West Texas wind. But if you drive along Route 66 on the north side of Amarillo, the only cowboy you’ll likely see is one that stares from a motel marquee. His face is made of tin and his shir...

“The stone which the builders rejected has become the cornerstone."  Matthew 21:42 I walked to the construction site and introduced myself to the old man standing on the scaffolding. The bricklayer put his trowel aside and climbed down. “¡Buenos dias!” We shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. I inquired about his background and s...

A Homily for the 25th Sunday of the Year Today’s gospel tells of workers who put in long hours then gripe about their pay. Sound familiar? What comes to mind when you hear the word, work? Puttin’ in time? Punchin’ a clock? Another day, another dollar? If so, follow the gospel’s nudge and take the commute to that place where you...