Saint John Chrysostom, Saint and Doctor of the Church was the Archbishop of Constantinople. He lived in the 4th century in Antioch and was raised by his mother, who saw to it that he was educated by the best – a pagan teacher named Libanius. John was highly skilled as a writer, homilist, and public…
Time, Time, Time…
Have you ever had that feeling of something stirring deep down in your soul but can’t quite put a name to it? The best way I can describe it is being unsettled due to a knowing anticipation. There’s a hint of impatience because of the awareness of an approaching change, but it’s married with peace…
Anxiety? Kindness…
I recall words from my therapist that continue to ring true, shifting the paradigm for me. When I told her that I was having a difficult time recalling people’s names after being introduced at parties or large functions, she gave me the reason and brought all the receipts! After some time chatting about it, we…
The Cross
Today is Good Friday. At 2pm, I will drive to our local Cathedral and participate in the Celebration of Our Lord’s Passion. To those unfamiliar with the Good Friday service (it is not a Mass), the day will include a reading of the Passion account from John’s Gospel, Veneration of the Cross, and then Holy…



