Monday, March 30, 2009

Shamrock Shuffle

Greetings fellow Network of Love Lovers!

Yesterday I completed the Shamrock Shuffle, a run in downtown Chicago that ushers in Spring and finishes St. Patrick's Day celebrations for the city. Well...the weather was cold and snowy and windy. Slush puddles squirted around our feet as us runners pounded our way through the streets of Chicago. But it was a blast! I remember, one woman accidentally bumped into me and apologized for doing so. I turned to her and laughed, saying "don't worry, I'm completely numb right now. You could take an ax to my body and I wouldn't feel a thing!" I thought it was very courteous of her to take the time to apologize for accidentally gently running into me (pun intended). People are awfully nice for the most part during runs...I've found the running culture to be especially positive and upbeat in the races I've run. I think I'll do the Shamrock Shuffle next year...even if the weather is as bad as it was this year!

peace and blessings.

with love,

your friend bob : )

Wednesday, March 25, 2009


Greetings fellow Network of Love Lovers!

Wishing you serenity this Wednesday. It's sunny here in Chicago and even if it isn't sunny where you are, may you find a little sunshine somewhere today. The picture in my post today is of my nephew A.J. and my brother Bill–––father holding son in his arms.


"Abba"–––the name that Jesus used when he referred to God. Abba was the ancient word that Jesus used and taught us to use when addressing God. Reading my Action Prayer Book this morning, I learned that the literal translation of Abba is "Daddy." Here is Jesuit priest Mark Link's take on the use of Abba. "In other words, Jesus taught us to address God the same way he himself did: with the loving trust of a small child calling out to a loving parent."

I think of nights falling asleep to the singing of my Dad, who was "Daddy" then, singing a lullaby called "Daisy." He would sing to me in this quiet, rough around the edges but smooth and soft voice and I would drift to sleep. I hardly remember these moments, but I know from stories and from the faintest of memory that they were real. And I know they put me to sleep to rest in peace until the time I awoke.

Another Jesuit priest, Mark E. Thibodeaux, in his book Armchair Mystic: Easing into Contemplative Prayer, writes that the way we approach God in prayer is like a small child in the arms of his or her guardian:

"I must always remember that I can no more approach God than an infant can approach its mother. When that baby sees its mother several feet away, he tries to reach her by stretching out his tiny arms toward her. But it is Mom who goes the distance and makes the connection. In the same way, my human capacity to reach across the great divide between the finite and the infinite is eternally inadequate. But from God's perspective, the gap doesn't exist at all. Like a loving mother, our Mother-God is ever present."

My dad, singing me to sleep, was a nurturer who was present at the time when I was trying to relax and drift into slumber. To think of God and ourselves in this kind of way, as caretaker and small child, allows us to be okay with whatever comes out of our prayer. It is okay to be a child in prayer, to call God "Daddy" or "Mommy." In fact, Jesus himself used the term Abba. He was a child, loving God the father in the only way he knew how. And in this sense, in this kind of relationship, Jesus became Son of God. His example of how to pray and live is so simple that it makes us question our own simplicity. Do we see God as ever present, ready to take care of us at all costs, anytime we call on Abba?

We might not always understand God or prayer or get it right, if you will. But the key is that we try our best to foster an intimate, loving hopeful relationship with Daddy.

Thibodeaux continues: "to reach for God IS to reach God....I should trust that God is present to me ANYTIME I stretch out my feeble little spiritual arms."

peace and blessings and have a wonderful day!

with love,

your friend bob : )

Monday, March 23, 2009

Coming to Believe

Greetings fellow Network of Love Lovers!

It’s Monday morning, dreary and “seasonal” outside. I suppose this type of weather parallels this season of Lent I continue to journey through with my Christian brothers and sisters. We await a further realization of spring, just like we await the capstone, watershed moment of our faith–––the Resurrection reveal of Easter Sunday.

Before I begin the reflection, I thought I’d share a menial story about a Saturday night walk. I was on the grounds of the major seminary in Milwaukee, St. Francis de Sales, on retreat with fellow college seminarians from my diocese. After a comforting, much needed restful, prayerful Saturday afternoon and dinner; I decided to take a stroll to visit my friend, a priest whose community, the Salvatorians, has a house very near where I was staying.

Here I am, eyes in the sky, breathing in the crisp, cool mid-March air–––content. And then…along comes a mid-sized rodent to ruin the mid-March air. There was a kind of unmistakable scent surrounding this creature. Before taking a whiff, I assumed it was a raccoon (as a kid I was deadly afraid of raccoons–––now I’ve tempered such fear). However, after smelling the sweet fragrance permeating from the animal, I realized it was, as you might have already guessed, a sweet smelling skunk. So I did what any sane (some might not call me fully sane though) person would do–––I ran…as fast as I could. Like little red riding hood speeding away from a big bad wolf, I booked it to my friend’s house.

After I rung the doorbell and found myself actually in a safe place, I breathed a sigh of relief, thanking God that I wouldn’t have to take a tomato bath or whatever else might be needed to expel a skunking incident.



There was a royal official whose son was ill. When he heard that Jesus had arrived, he went to him and asked him to come down and heal his son, who was near death. Jesus said to him, “Unless you people see signs and wonders, you will not believe.” The royal official said to him, “Sir, come down before my child dies.” Jesus said to him “You may go; your son will live.” The man believed what Jesus said to him and left…

The next day, the father found out that the fever left his son at about one in the afternoon. The father realized that just at that time, Jesus had said to him, “Your son will live,” and he and his whole household came to believe.

Selections from the Gospel of John, chapter 4

After reading this story, what struck me initially was the word “believe.” What do I come to believe? How do I come to believe? Can others see that I believe?
Belief is something we do when all reason fails or when even reason can’t explain what we are feeling.

We hear stories about the power of prayer. The ministry of prayer is something that is not just for mystics or for monks or sisters or brothers living in convents secluded from society. Rather, it is an active and engaging ministry that we are all called to take part in. There is something eternal and healing about prayer. I sometimes struggle with the notion that someone would want to live a truly ascetic life–––devoting their entire life to only prayer. I think of monks especially, walking around in their robes, heads bowed, movements slow and selected. However, it is these kinds of people who seem to say with their entire being, their way of life, that belief is more than just a made up word. Belief can indeed point to a real, living idea.

I reflect on my own life as a college seminarian. Why would I want to become a priest, an ordained minister in the Catholic Church? I have had friends–––close friends–––tell me that they see other possibilities for me, other lifestyles that would fit my personality. I am sure that is true–––there are many paths to living a happy, satisfied, joyful life of service to people and to God. But I believe that there is some stake in what ministry in the Catholic church can do–––the power of active and alive prayer–––praying with our hearts and minds and lives.

Day after day, I put my faith in the fact that I come to an altar to worship and give thanks, believing that my actions and the communal dimension of our prayer–––our consumption of Word made body and blood–––brings me to “come to believe” like the Roman official in John’s Gospel today. My sign is not always a healing of a person close to me, a physical healing of sorts¬; rather, my sign is a memory and a passing down of tradition. My hope lies in a message I feel has not–––and cannot–––die. Namely, that God became human person, establishing a new covenant with the entire world in the form of Jesus of Nazareth. Following his ways and believing that by following I can be a light in the places where hope is all but burnt out, I come to believe. Time and again, that belief is challenged–––and that is when I reflect on the sign, not looking for a sign, but believing in the mystery of faith.

Peace and blessings,

With love,

Your friend bob : )

Friday, March 20, 2009

Loving Neighbor, God, and Self

Greetings fellow Network of Love Lovers!

Greetings fellow Network of Love Lovers!

TGIF!!! I hope, if any of you have a special team you might be following for the NCAA Men’s and Women’s Basketball tournaments, that they are still alive and well, playing for their chance to win it all. Today, I cheer personally for the Marquette and Wisconsin men’s basketball teams as they play in the first round of the NCAA tourney. Go Badgers!!! Go Golden Eagles!!! (I’m from Wisconsin, what do you expect?)



Excerpt from today’s Gospel reading:

Jesus said, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart…Love your neighbor as you love yourself.” (Mark, 12:30)

Reading this message, I thought of a friend of mine from high school. He is a few years younger than me and his older sister was in my same class. He was probably one of the kindest people I knew in high school, so sincere and well intentioned. But he was sometimes hard on himself. He didn’t really show it, but he struggled internally. In conversation with his sister, I found out that he suffers from bipolar disorder, which makes it sometimes difficult for him to really love himself the way he deserves to be loved. Several times he been in an incredibly low place, considering taking his own life even. These are serious matters and, thankfully, he is doing better, much more stable the last time I checked in with his sister.

My friend, he loves his neighbor–––his love is apparent, so very transparent. Moreover, he loves God. It shows in his being and I recall that it showed through the warmness of his heart. But the love for the self–––the kind of love that comes easy to many of us, the kind of love sometimes promoted in pop culture, was not an easy thing, and I presume is still difficult for my friend to come by.

There is medication that can help him alleviate some of the mood swings–––the moving from feeling high to feeling low–––but he needs the love and care of his neighbors to help him realize that he is deeply loves, that he deserves to be deeply loved. We are called to be that light for such people, for those who need attention at times in their life when they feel isolated, lonely or depressed. It is in giving that we receive love in return–––and then, we pray that in those times when we ourselves our especially suffering to understand or comprehend our own lives, someone else, in the Spirit of God, can be that person for us. We might come to further realize that God is in our midst–––especially in moments of despair.

God come to our assistance and help us. Neighbor, be a lover and show us the tenderness of a God who is living, breathing, real Love.

Peace and have a blessed weekend!

With love,

Your friend bob : )

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Refraining from Passing Judgment

Greetings fellow Network of Love Lovers!

Thursday. It has been one long and tiring week for me here in seminary. But today is a day I look forward to. We celebrate "St. Joseph's Day," in honor of Joseph, the husband of Mary and foster father of Jesus. I look forward to the day because there are several priests from the Milwaukee Archdiocese coming down to visit me (on this feast day our seminary community annually invites priests who have helped guide us along our path of discernment). Amidst the grind of this week, this day, I hope, can bring some kind of soothing consolation to all of us here.


This is taken, yet again, from Action, a prayer book written by Jesuit priest Mark Link. I'm actually going to quote the page verbatim and use it as the reflection for today (pg. 95 in the Action book...not that I should worry about plagarism!) I thought the excerpt worked well as a follow up to a previous posting I wrote regarding trying my best to stop judging other people during Lent. Needless to say, I'm still judging people. But this is a journey...

Jesus was driving out a demon....
The crowds were amazed,
but some of the people said,
"It is Beelzebul, the chief of the demons,
who gives him the power." (Luke Chapt. 11: 14 - 15).

A retired couple was neither well off nor financially strapped. Their hobby was raising chickens and vegetable. Whenever someone came to buy fresh eggs or vegetables, they always charged full market price. They didn't give a penny discount---This caused some people to accuse them of being greedy. Later it was discovered that the retired couple gave all income from their vegetables and eggs to two poor families living nearby.

How prone am I to pass judgment---especially negative judgment---on the actions of other people? How might I improve in this area?

"If you judge people, you have no time to love them." (Mother Theresa)

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Breathe in Forgiveness

Greetings fellow Network of Love Lovers,

Today it is sunny and 70 here in Chicago! I hope the weather is well wherever you are. I hope that you are able to enjoy a little bit of the sunshine and warmth today. “Breathe, breathe in the air! Don’t be afraid to care"…a little Pink Floyd quote from Dark Side of the Moon for your mid-morning pleasure.


“Peter came to Jesus and asked,
“Lord, if my brother keeps on sinning against me, how many times do I have to forgive him? Seven times?”
“No, not seven times,” answered Jesus,
“but seventy times seven.” (Matthew, Chapter 18: 21-22).

Forgiveness is a process. It takes time, energy, our entire being. To forgive is an action that requires patience, endurance, strength, courage, and an entire sense of trust in the healing power of forgiveness. Why else would we forgive someone who has done a terrible thing to us or to a loved one if we don’t believe that that reconciling act will bring about a greater good?

Sometimes, as we all know, forgiveness is an incredibly uphill battle. We feel as if climbing the hill to allowing our hearts to forgive the person or place or group that has wronged us will be just too difficult an ascent to event attempt. But, drawing strength from the experiences where we have forgiven another person, OR from those times when we have been forgiven after a failing, we come to know that it actually IS worth the effort to reconcile hurts.

To forgive, to love, we have to let go of our fear that this whole forgiveness thing is unrealistic–––that there can’t be a kind of redeeming quality about extending the boundaries of our human hearts. To forgive, to truly embark on a journey of forgiveness, I argue, involves undergoing a purification process where we come to realize that we are not alone–––that there is some kind of divine presence working behind the scenes after all, gently persuading us to advance towards ultimate forgiveness. To give forgiveness, we can receive a reconciliation in return that will allow us to expand our friendships, spread goodness and real love to others, and continue to persuade us that indeed there is a God who loves and works side by side, intimately holding our hand when we don’t think we have the courage to go through with it. If we forgive, we walk closer to the light that we are all seeking.

If the gospel message from today encourages you, please consider allowing it to bring you further strength in whatever kind of forgiveness journey you feel called to walk. Whether you have to forgive yourself, another person, a place, a group, a government, an institution–––whatever rock is hardening your heart, toss it aside and rest perched on the rock of God–––unmoving, all-loving, forgiving, gently whispering.

Peace and blessings!

With love,

Your friend bob.

Friday, March 13, 2009

God, Patient with Humanity

Greetings fellow Network of Love Lovers,

TGIF! The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, spring is lurking. I wish you all the safest and happiest of Friday the 13th's (resist the urge to be superstitious!).


Just a few thoughts. Today's gospel reading, from the later part of Matthew Chapter 21 is a parable about a man who owns a vineyard and leases out some of his land to tenants. When the man sends his servants to the land, the tenants kill them. He sends servants again, and again the tenants kill them. Finally, the man sends his son. Mercilessly, the son is also murdered.
Sounds familiar if you consider the Passion narrative. God sends his son, Jesus of Nazareth, and the people kill the son who is seeking to bring a new, controversial message.

We can also relate Jesus to the servants who were killed and we can in turn relate the servants to Jesus (or the son within the parable). As we know, there are still people killed ruthlessly, for no reason other than who they are or what they believe. We generally label these types of acts of violence, when carried out, hate crimes; someone taking another person's life because they hate them for who they are. One example: People tied to cars to be brought to death through slowly being dragged around on a rope, the killing of an innocent victim. This kind of stuff STILL happens. Only a month ago in New York City, an Ecuadorian man was dragged to death and cursed at. Anti-Hispanic and Anti-gay slurs were yelled at the man while he was tortured.

Martyrdom is not some outdated term used to describe early victims of faith---it continues every day of our lives---maybe not directly affecting us, but affecting our relationship, in some sense, with the body of humanity.

Despite the fact that, over the centuries, we have metaphorically repeated and repeated the killing of Jesus, the crucifixion of someone who peacefully accepted torturous death, God is patient with us. In the parable in today's gospel, God returns, in a sense, to the tenants. God wants to win over the hearts and minds of these people, to forgive them. They kill the son. But God is patient. God still works in their life, waiting for them to come home.

May we be patient, just as our God is patient. May we peacefully accept others and non-violently deal with our differences. When rifts become more than constructive conversation, we run the risk of crucifying Christ again. We can do this in a multitude of ways. But I suspect that if we put our stake in the fact that Christ can redeem and replenish us, that God is really patient with us beyond any of our expectations, then we can hope that non-violence---ultimately Peace and Love---can pave the way for a Christ-centered life full of resurrection and communal possibilities.

Christians continue our Lenten journey. It has been over two weeks since Ash Wednesday. As we move days closer to our celebration of the Resurrection, we fast in preparation for that feast. I hope that this season is preparing you to bring the peace and love of Christ to all. I pray that we may have the courage to be Christ-like with one another, no matter the difficulties or struggles we might face. JUNTOS SOMOS FUERTES! (together we are strong). Communion with one another, community, can move us forward like a ship on its way to the seas beyond the horizon.

Have a splendid weekend!!! Enjoy the warming weather and spending time hopefully with friends and family. God is with you : )

peace and blessings,

with love,

your friend bob.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Conversion, Peace.

Greetings fellow Network of Love Lovers,

A Prayer for Christian Conversion:

I seek constant, chronic conversion, the path to peace in G~d that brings peace to my neighbors.
Spirit of God, immerse yourself within my soul, reverse my sin and nurse me in desolate times.
Accompany me in my journey to pure, present LOVE.

peace and blessings to all of you,

your friend bob : )

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

I read the news today...

Greetings fellow Network of Love Lovers!

Today it's sunny but cold. Still, it is a manageable Wednesday. May we have a few minutes in our busy day to take time and know that God is present.


Jesus said, "If one of you wants to be great, he must be the servant of the rest." from Matthew's gospel, chapter 20, verse 26.

Reading this passage this morning got me thinking a little like this...

Picture this: A society where newspapers abound with headlines that read: "Local man donates 8 hours of his weekly time to area Soup Kitchen," or, "Young girl writes letters to troops overseas," or "Retired woman, after husband dies, spends her days praying for those in need and volunteering at nursing home."

These not-so-random acts of kindness happen every day. There are people among us who give their time and effort to just, life-giving causes because they love their neighbor. If we come to find God in all things, all people (or at least strive for such), we can give freely of ourselves to anyone at anytime.

We have to be rebels with a cause, servants of the poor, the poor in spirit and all in need. We have to care for ourselves insofar as we have the strength to, in turn, care for others.

More often than not (and I may be climbing a worn soapbox here), our media sells the story that is the most controversial, most news worthy. What makes news? On occasion, it is the charitable giving of one person to another. For instance, Mother Theresa, in all her giving glory, became a person the media loved because people aspired to be like her and learn how or why she gave and gave. But, using the same woman as an example, it was also newsworthy when the public found out Mother Theresa seriously struggled spiritually---I recall hearing about her recently published journal excerpts that show a person who is not always so sure of herself and her own faith---a person constantly asking questions.

But her questions brought her---rather, called her---to a life of greater service. She became a servant because she found that the way to find true love was to see God in her neighbor. Everyone she helped was a child of God, the face of her Lord.

The media can be a place where stories are published that make us understand the potential good in each and every person on this planet. But more often than not, we read tragic accounts of people gone bad, students turned criminals, husbands turned abusers, daughters turned abandoning mothers.

However, there is hope. There are stories of people who even at an early age feel called to be a servant of sorts for their sisters and brothers. I think of a young girl at All Saints in Milwaukee, the church I spent my summer working and living at. She was 12 years old and she was setting up a fund that would help children in East Africa afford school. Having parents who had moved over to the states only several years ago, she felt compelled to give to her peers who weren't being provided the same educational opportunities as her. Opportunities that, as a person her age, I took for granted. Opportunities that you might have taken for granted as well.

She is being a servant. She deserves to make headline news. Her charity is a sign of hope, a message that there is light in this world. She shines on and her Christian example makes me proud to be striving to be a servant like her.

John Lennon wrote a song called "A Day in the Life." The opening lyric, you might remember, went like this..."I read the news today, oh boy..."

What if we could sing, "I read the news today, what joy!"

There is good news out there. We must search for it and once found proclaim it to the world.
I invite you to seek the Good News and to cultivate how it can move and shake you to be a servant for others.

peace and with love,

your friend bob : )

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Mirror, Mirror---Prayer, Prayer

Greetings fellow Network of Love Lovers!

It's a dreary, raining mid-March morning here in Chicago. There is flash flood watches and warnings all across the area and yet, our day trudges forward. We look ahead to coming sunshine and Springy weather (and meanwhile try to find the beauty in this watershed of a rainfall).


The gospel reading today is one of my favorites. (Mathew Chapter 23: 1 - 12). I took out my Daily Roman Missal this morning (it's a book that has all of the collected readings the Catholic Liturgy uses in its yearly cycles and Seasons and whatnot) and noticed I had marked up much of the words in the gospel as I read it last year. In the reading, Jesus tells people to look beyond their outward appearance and pray from the heart, so to speak. He is condemning scribes and pharisees who make sure they look great when they pray but fail to actually act on the words they offer to God.

Jesuit priest Mark Link, in his daily reflection book Action poses a question that stems from the gospel reading. He asks, "Is any of my religious practice done to impress others?"

Reflecting on this, I come to the realization that yes, I do try to impress other people with some of my religious practices. It's natural to seek gratification and acceptance from other people. To conform oneself to teachings and ritual and practice can lead us to want to be a part of the group. But it is not the group that we ultimately seek to please–––we seek to please God in solidarity and service with the group. Together, we come to worship or work or play. Together, we can see the Lord face to face. But if we don't see God in our own unique way, what can we bring to the group that shows we have our own God given gifts to bring to the table? (and we ALL do possess such qualities).

If we don't realize the potential of God within ourselves, we run the risk of measuring ourselves against those around us. We fall into the trap of constantly judging our neighbors---and consequently judging ourselves. If we take the time to judge the prayer life of others, we are in jeopardy of removing some of the sincerity of our own prayer. It is one thing to care for others, to sincerely hope that they may find God in a deep way every day. But this care, this concern, can be cultivated in the form of a positive, optimistic prayer that brings us closer to the One we seek, while, in turn, providing our neighbors with an example of the power of a prayer sincere.

It's not always going to be easy and feel fruitful, this praying thing. And in terms of refraining from judging others, well, that's something we need to work on every day. I can't count the number of times in every day when I am either tempted to judge one of my brothers or when I see a person on the street and immediately jump to conclusions about who they are or what they do. And I think of judging that goes on in a broader sense, the judgments I make regarding politicians, government officials, church leaders, criminals. We judge the saints and the sinners. In a sense, we look in a mirror and realize that our own reflection is not always what we want to see. And so we judge, to try and clarify our own image. However, all that happens is a mirror on the wall lies to us and tells us we are the fairest of them all.

The fairest thing to do is to be like Snow White, to be a servant for others, living life for others and not trying to impress anyone. Prayer can be a tool to bring me closer to my desire to LOVE unceasingly. If I pray unceasingly, there is no room for judgment. There is no need to impress others with our prayer and our way of life when we come to realize that we are ALL called to holiness, all called to be saints. The potential is there. The power is in our ability to come together and realize how to minister using such a power.

We ask for strength in our God, who is Love.

peace and with love,

your friend bob : )

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Being steered in the Right Direction by Rev. Robert (in Boston!)

Greetings fellow Network of Love Lovers!

I find myself in the middle of my spring break, in an area totally new and totally exciting for me. I am spending my last day in the Boston area, staying with a friend in a suburb named Scituate, a little south of the actual city. Yesterday, I went to Boston University to talk to some professors regarding a masters program that is of some interest to me. It is a one year intensive study in African American Studies that I have yet to propose to the Milwaukee Archdiocese, but am considering applying to and seeing what the diocese would say about the possibility of me spending a year studying in such a program. Only time will tell. reflection is about my journey to Brookline, MA, to Boston University.


On the commuter rail toward the city (my friend Agnes had dropped me off and given me some great directions---but I'm bad with directions, so I was still a little uncertain as to how I was actually going to get to Boston U. And then, along comes Reverend Robert. An older man wearing a black full length coat, black trousers and black shoes and wearing a knit cap. He looked very English. I didn't actually know this man was a priest until I went up to him and asked for directions on how to get to Boston U. He was so very friendly, calm and friendly, and then I noticed he was wearing a clergy collar. Huh, I thought to myself. How interesting!

I find out, sitting next to him on the train, that he has been an Episcopal priest for 43 years and that his wife, who recently passed away, had also been a priest! Robert and I had much in common (besides sharing the same first name). We talked about many things, especially church related stuff. I was able to discuss seminary life with a person who has had a similar experience. It turns out that midway through Robert's first year, he had made a telephone cal home telling his mother he didn't think this whole seminary thing was for him. The wised words of a parent convinced him to at least stick it out for the rest of the year. He stayed for much longer of course.

We talked about his career, about where he has served (mainly around the Washington D.C. and Boston area), about his family (he has a daugther), and his brother, like his father was, is also a priest! We talked about the state of the church, briefly about Vatican II, about popes, about his time spent at Boston U. He shared a touching account of how he completed his wife's doctoral paper after she passed away and it was a rather rewarding experience for him that, I'm assuming brought a kind of peace and acceptance of the mourning that comes with losing someone so very near and dear.

I shared with Rev. Robert a little bit about my experience in El Salvador last may, and my upcoming return trip to El Salvador, scheduled for this May. I also shared a bit about my plans to see England and France this summer.

It was a very rewarding talk, to say the least, and I am blessed to have met the reverend and to, above all, have made another friend. His faith and life story were really inspiring to hear about and process, and his guidance (in the immediate future---about how to actually GET to Boston University via the subway) was incredibly helpful. But, his support, his encouragement, his words of wisdom and his presence also brought me a sense of hope for my own future discernment, my future as a seminarian and as a human person. I am happy to share my Christian faith with a friend like the Rev. Robert. May God bless him and continue to work through him.

peace to all of you! Hope you're able to successfully leap over the hump of Wednesday and look ahead to the coming weekend and coming (hopefully) warm weather!

with love,

your friend bob : )