Browsing Category: Journal Pages

               Most of the time, he sat alone—east side of the church where the light falls through in glow onto morning Mass.  Without knowing, he was unsuspecting, easy to miss until—in repetition—one noticed how consistently he was there, everywhere it seemed.                If God ever places angels among us, I believe they’d be like him—forgettable […]

               “Dad, are we Christian or Catholic?” my youngest son asks on drive to gym and basketball practice.                “We are both,” I answer.  “Catholicism is the first Christian Church founded by Peter as appointed by Jesus.”                He is in fourth grade, but he is thinking to his future.  He is thinking of girls, […]

        I’m disking a field today.  It’s been a while since I’ve ran one.  I am finding it therapeutic—as work with good and observable results often can be.         The field I am working is covered in ruts.  It was a wet spring and, sometimes, you have to make the best go of a […]

               It’s one of those days when nothing happens, nothing but life.                My daughter’s volleyball season is ended.  It is freshman year and her first high school year is through.                 Six days rest, and basketball is next week.  She may play, or she may focus on volleyball alone.  She’s a freshman.  She’s growing […]

               My grandfather (Papa) turned ninety-three yesterday.                All my life, he’s always been there.  He took me fishing.  He took me hunting.  He came to my sports games when Granny told him they were going and that the farm work would have to wait.                Coming back to the farm, he was always there—helping […]