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Wednesday, January 21, 2026

The Courage of a Single‑Hearted Love - Feast of St. Agnes

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I have a dear friend
discerning life as a consecrated virgin.
Watching her walk this path is a grace.
It is beautiful.
It is brave.
It is a path of courage,
a path of trials,
a path of love that longs to belong wholly to Christ.

And today,
the Church gives us St. Agnes—
a young girl who walked that same narrow road.

Scripture shows David before Goliath,
small and unarmed,
yet strong in the only way that matters.
His strength came from a heart anchored in God.
Agnes stood in that same place.
She faced an empire built on weapons, wealth, and control.
But she knew a deeper truth:
God’s power moves through the heart that is undivided,
the heart that is entirely His.

Agnes’ chastity was not fragility.
It was courage—
the courage of someone who knew
her dignity came from God alone.
Her purity was not about avoiding something;
it was about choosing Someone.
Choosing Christ as the center of her desire,
her identity,
her future.

In a world that confuses love with possession
and strength with domination,
Agnes stands as a steady witness.
She reminds us that real strength
is born from a heart rooted in God.
That chastity orders our love rightly.
That purity frees us to love
without fear,
without grasping,
without compromise.

Her life whispers the same truth David proclaimed:
“The battle is the Lord’s.”
And when the battle is the Lord’s,
purity becomes possible,
courage becomes steady,
and love becomes victorious.

May St. Agnes teach us
to live with that same single‑hearted trust—
pure, courageous,
and entirely given to God.


Prayer

Lord Jesus,
give me a heart that is —
pure, steady, and anchored in You.
Teach me to choose You above fear,
above pressure,
above every false promise of the world.
Order my love,
strengthen my courage,
and make my life a witness
to the power of a single‑hearted trust in You.
Amen.

Tuesday, January 20, 2026

When Jesus Meets me in My Hunger

 

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I’ll be honest with you.
I carry extra weight, and
I’m not a great dieter.

And as long as we’re on this earth,
we have to make use of food.
But my overeating—
it’s rarely about hunger.

It’s stress.
It’s worry.
It’s reaching for something earthly
and asking it to give a peace
it cannot give.

And then the Gospel walks in.

Jesus in a grainfield.
Disciples picking grain.
Pharisees pointing to the rulebook.

But Jesus points to mercy.
“The sabbath was made for man.”
God’s law shaped for life.
God’s heart shaped for mercy.

And that becomes a mirror for me.
Because Jesus isn’t chasing
perfect rule‑keepers.
He’s calling people
who want relationship.
People who want freedom.
People learning to release
whatever holds them back from God.

One who truly loves God
learns to name the things
that steal their peace—
and hand them over.

And in that quiet field,
Jesus shows the way.
He doesn’t shame the hungry.
He walks with them.
He feeds them.
He leads them back to rest—
back to Himself,
the Lord of mercy,
the One who wants us whole.

Prayer

Lord Jesus,
meet me in my hunger.
Quiet the worries that push me toward lesser things.
Turn my heart toward You,
the only One who gives real rest.
Teach me to release what holds me back,
and to walk in the freedom of Your mercy.
Make me whole in Your love today.
Amen.

Monday, January 19, 2026

Where Freedom Begins

 

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Growing up Baptist, my first confessions were hard.
Not because I doubted God.
Not because I doubted the priest standing in persona Christi.
The real struggle was inside me—my pride—the idea that I needed anything other than myself my fear of naming my sin out loud. I wanted forgiveness… but I didn’t want surrender.

And intention matters.
In everything, intention matters.
God gives us real freedom.
We can ignore His commandments for a time.
We can hold on to old patterns, old habits, old ways of thinking.
But sooner or later, every one of us stands before the God who sees the heart.

Jesus tells us you can’t pour new wine—the life of the Kingdom—into old wineskins.
You can’t receive new life with a heart that refuses to be changed.
God desires a transformed heart.

Scripture says,
“The word of God is living and effective,
able to discern the reflections and thoughts of the heart.”
God’s Word cuts through our excuses,
our appearances,
our religious habits,
even our self‑deception.
It reaches the place where we finally stop pretending.

And here’s the truth I keep learning:
God wants your heart before He wants your actions.
Because once He has your heart,
your actions will follow.

Confession isn’t about shame.
It’s about letting God make us new from the inside out—
a real inner transformation, not just an external practice.

That’s where freedom begins.

Prayer

God of mercy,
open my heart to Your light.
Cut through my excuses, my fears, my pride,
and speak Your truth within me.

Make me honest before You,
humble enough to surrender,
and brave enough to be changed.

Shape my heart first, Lord—
and let every action flow from Your grace.
Amen.

Sunday, January 18, 2026

LEANING TOWARD THE LIGHT - Chosen, Formed, and Sent - Homily 2nd Sunday OTA

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Blessed be God,
praise be to Jesus Christ,
forever and ever. Amen.
Come, Holy Spirit—
fill us with joy,
set our hearts ablaze
with Your presence.


I want to begin today
with something small,
something human,
something a little crooked.

(Don't worry - I'm talking about my neck)

My daughter once told me,
“Daddy, If I drive up behind you I can recognize you right away… I can tell it's you by the way your head leans to the right.”


Forty‑five years after football,
a few wrecks,
a lifetime of bumps and bruises—
and now, when I relax or not paying attention,
my head tilts to the right.

By the grace of God, I’m fine.
Hopefully, I am still thinking straight.
But according to my daughter—
my head’s not on straight.

And friends…
don’t we all feel that way sometimes?
A little beat up,
a little worn down,
a little off‑center
from the blows life throws at us.


Think back just five years to COVID.
We couldn’t even open the church doors.
You had to make a reservation to come to Mass.
If you did come,
we separated you by rows
and taped off the pews
to keep six feet between you and the next soul.

We couldnt share the sign of peace.

We could not receive the blessed sacrament.

 It felt wrong. 

It felt crooked.
It felt like the world had tilted
and we were all leaning to one side.


And our parish—
our beloved community—
has carried its own share of bruises.
Losses. Changes.
Empty spaces where familiar faces once prayed.

Even more recent moments that make us wonder
what God is doing
and where we fit.

Yet even in the wobble,
even in the ache,
God prevails.
He always does.
And somehow, through it all,
God is forming something steady in us.


That is why today
the Church gives us a simple prayer—
a prayer that steadies the heart
and straightens the soul:
“Here am I, Lord;
I come to do Your will.”

Say it slowly.
Say it honestly.
Say it like someone
who’s been knocked around a bit
but still stands up.
Because this is the heartbeat
running through every reading today.


Isaiah tells us of a Servant—
chosen from the womb,
formed by God,
sent not only to restore Israel
but to become a light to the nations,
that salvation may reach
to the ends of the earth.
This Servant is Jesus—
the One who reveals the Father’s glory,
the One who shows us
what obedience looks like
from the inside out.


Even when i looks like the crucifixion. 


It was John the Baptist who lifts his finger and points:
“Behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world.”

John sees the Spirit descend.
He sees the truth.
He sees the One who baptizes not with water alone
but with the Holy Spirit.

 And he testifies:
This is the Son of God.


The Servant now has a name.
A face.
A mission that will not fail.


The Psalm st gives us Jesus’ inner prayer:

Shared between the Son and the Father.
“Here am I, Lord;
I come to do Your will.”

It was not an empty ritual.
Not just going through the motions.
But a heart open, listening, ready.


Paul reminds the Corinthians—
and us—
that we are sanctified in Christ Jesus,
called to be holy,
united with believers
“everywhere who call upon the name of the Lord.”

What began as a handful
of frightened disciples
is now a Church that spans the globe—
every nation,
every corner of the earth.

In other words:
the Servant’s mission
becomes the Church’s mission.
Christ’s obedience
becomes our pattern.
His light
becomes our lamp.

 Not because the early believers were strong.
Not because they were perfect.
But because they prayed:
“Here am I, Lord;
I come to do Your will.”


So what does all this mean
for people like us—
a little crooked,
a little bruised,
still trying to stand up straight?

It means:
God chooses.
God forms.
God sends.
God reveals.
And God shares His mission
with ordinary people
who simply say,
“Here am I, Lord.”

Christ is the Light to the nations.
The Church is His lamp.
And every believer—
every one of us—
is invited to shine.

 Not perfectly.
Not without bruises.
But faithfully.


So today,
with whatever tilt or wobble we carry,
let us stand before God and pray:
Here am I, Lord.
Use me.
Guide me.
Send me.
Here am I.
I come to do Your will.


Be good.
Be holy.
And lean your head and your heart
toward the light of Christ—
in the way you live your life
and ithe way you love one another.

Praise be to Jesus Christ,
forever and ever. Amen.