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River Guide

The young man pulled up to my house looking for a place to bunk. He wore long hair, sunglasses and a tank top. His beat-up car was crammed—dashboard to hatchback— with clothes, boots, sleeping bags, coolers and a Coleman stove. I would have sworn he was homeless if a friend of mine hadn’t called to tell me that his nephew, a river guide from ...

10 20 2021

Pilgrimage to Galilee, Part II

by Fr. Matthias I pound the last tent stake into the hardpan and toss the rock-turned-hammer down the hill. I pull a knife and a jar of peanut butter from my bag. Digging into the golden spread, I realize that I’m the one being carved—cut and chiseled—by the beauty that surrounds me: an evening sun that sends its Midas touch to golden the ...

09 24 2021

Badges, Stars, and a Dugout Stable

From a distance, the cloth patch on my shirt—vaunting the Lone Star of Texas—looks like a badge. The two-way radio on my belt commands respect. Mounted on my steed with a Stetson pulled low over my brow, I’m tempted to introduce myself as Fr. Walker, Texas Ranger. Actually, the uniform is only that of a safety volunteer at a local state pa...

09 14 2021

Travels with Guapo, Part III: The Cross Entangled

My four-legged companion, Guapo, gazes at the passing countryside with a contented expression. I, on the other hand, am caught up in complicated rumination. We have just passed a sign for Cape Girardeau, Missouri, and my thoughts are engaged in untangling the story of the founder of Cape Girardeau, a French fur trapper named Pierre Loramie. U...

08 31 2021

Pilgrimage to Galilee, Part I

by Fr. Matthias   I am sitting on the shore of the Sea of Galilee a month after being ordained a transitional deacon. Beneath my bare feet, under the surface of the blue-green water, lie black stones an arm’s throw from the house of the Rock’s mother-in-law. The grey hills surround the lake like the sides of a baptismal font in the h...

08 24 2021

A Story Of A Fallen Monk (And Faith Vs. Pride)

In Father Sergius, a short story by Leo Tolstoy, a wealthy Russian nobleman enters a monastery under questionable motives, but ended up genuinely striving for holiness and virtue, and even finding that the battle for sanctity was worth it! Despite his progress, he constantly felt weak in his faith, and unceasingly begged God to grant more. He was ...

07 15 2021

We Are The Faithful, Not The Worthy

The traditional ending to the Salve Regina (Hail Holy Queen) is: V. Pray for us, O Holy Mother of God. R. That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ. I’ve always been struck by this prayer’s ability to remind us of the surety of Christ’s promises, but also the poverty of the human soul. It says “that we may be made worthy,...

05 25 2021

Viva Cristo Rey

by Fr. Matthias I can almost see him as a little boy, clothes stained with dirt and sweat from working in the fields with his dad sewing beans and corn. He drops his bicycle on the cobblestone, then scuffles up the steps to the front door of the church. The wood creaks as the door opens to dim light and the smell of burning candles. He drops his...

04 22 2021

Do Not Trust a “faith” That Nurtures a Dislike of Man

To fall in love with God is to fall in love with man.  To come to know the truth of man is to come to know truth of God, to know God.  It is a matter of seeing man as he is and of seeing God as He has willed to be known.  When He came to reveal Himself fully, He descended to the likeness of man, but there was already a union of realities there....

03 22 2021

The Desert of Faith

I said to myself in my good fortune: "I shall never be shaken." O Lord, your favor had set me like a mountain stronghold. Then you hid your face, and I was put to confusion. -Psalm 30:7-8, Revised Grail Psalter In a matter of two sentences, the Psalmist sums up a tremendously complex part of one’s journey of faith. At one moment, we can hav...

04 05 2020

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