Category Archives: Faith
In My Small Way
There is great force and tremendous power behind small and ordinary things. A cup of water can mean life or death to a thirsty person. A grain of salt can make the great difference between an insipid dish and a … Continue reading
The Spirit is Alive in the Valley
It is sad how religion is often perverted to become a force for division and subtraction rather than an influence for addition and multiplication. It is sadder still that so many wars are waged and acts of violence are committed … Continue reading
Prayer’s Power to Heal
I am thinking now of a dear friend who is a doctor. He is a successful practitioner, steeped in the science of medicine. But he also acknowledges that in his practice there is often a lot of healing that occurs … Continue reading
Pentecost at the San Jose Color Run
Yesterday, Anabelle and I together with Mickey and his friends joined the 5K Color Run here in San Jose. It was a fun event. We had a great time and we got a healthy dose of exercise to boot. The … Continue reading
I Am Chosen
We live in a finite world with finite resources. Oil will someday run out and we have to find alternative sources of energy. The forest cover of the world is thinning out and could very well disappear if we do … Continue reading
What I Pray For
In my life, there is nothing that I fervently prayed for that did not come true. Early in life, I prayed for a happy and fulfilling one – like most everyone I suppose. I even described what would make up … Continue reading
Words and the Richness of Life
Often, all it takes is a little while to see what one is looking for, to see the universe in a grain of sand, for the moment to become the eternal now. In my younger days, one of the thoughts … Continue reading
On Saying Goodbyes and Facing the End
In the Gospel of John, Jesus took a very long time saying goodbye to his disciples. His Farewell discourse took all of four long chapters. I have never been good at saying goodbye myself. In fact, I hate goodbyes. I … Continue reading
Going Home
Ever since I could remember, I have always felt different and unique and therefore immeasurably blessed. Not better in comparison with others but just one of a kind like no other. And because I am unique I can belong only … Continue reading
Coming Home
If today were to be my last day, how would I spend it? Would I immediately go to a priest and go to confession to put my spiritual house in order? Or, would I spend it before the Blessed Sacrament … Continue reading