“There is an appointed time for everything, and a time for everything under the heavens. A time to be born, a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant. A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to tear down, and a time to build. […]
All Posts By: Byron McCoy
Bible Thought / Faith
THE FEAST OF SAINT MATTHEW
This past Wednesday was the Feast of Saint Matthew. I learned this when going to a set of readings for a daily mass on USCCB. I won’t pretend to know much about him (only reading the day’s gospel did I remember/learn he was a tax collector), but Saint Matthew is special to me because […]
Journal Pages / Poetry
ASH HEAP
“Precious things make beautiful flames.”—John Steinbeck in letter to Carl Wilhelmson, 1930
Bible Thought
LUKE 22: THE LAST SUPPER, BETRAYAL OF JESUS, AND SIMON PETER’S FAILURE
LUKE 22 Luke 22 tells the occasion of the Last Supper and the betrayal of Jesus in the garden on the Mount of Olives. After the last supper, Jesus goes into the garden and asks of his disciples, “Pray, lest you enter into temptation.” In his own contemplations, Jesus bears the weight of […]
Journal Pages / Poetry
HEART, UNKNOWN
Beyond ”being a light,” bear witness to the same, when seen, in another.
Faith / Short Story
JOHN 12
“Amen, amen I say to you, unless the grain of wheat falling into the ground die, itself remaineth alone. But if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit. He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life in this world, keepeth it unto life eternal. If any man minister […]
Journal Pages
MEASURE OF A SOUL
We will hurt people. We will help others. Which we’ve done, and to whom, we will never fully know. This is piece and ownership to living among world of competing hearts. What one wants, so too does another—whether time, object, or something else. When my time in this world is done, I pray […]
Faith / Journal Pages
THROUGH THE DECADES
I remember, as a child, they were always there. They would save us a pew as my mother and father worked to ready my sister and I for mass, and we arrived “right on time” or “just a little late”—same as I do with our children now. My grandmother and grandfather were there; […]