Good Friday of the Lord’s Passion

“Christ became obedient…
even to death on a cross.”

And in John’s Gospel,
there is a striking detail:

“Carrying the cross himself…”

Not dragged.
Not forced.
Not overtaken by events.

He carries it.

Which suggests something almost too bold to believe:

That the cross is not merely something done to Him—
but something He does.

Pope Leo at the commemoration of the martyrs of 21st century on September 14, 2025  (@Vatican Media)

After last night’s Holy Thursday liturgy,
I came home and did not pray.

I ate.
More than I should have.

I watched a familiar movie—
not because it nourished me,
but because it distracted me.

And this morning,
I did not rise eagerly.

I lingered.
Avoided.
Delayed.

And now, as I sit here,
the cross does not appear to me
as something noble or inviting.

It appears heavy.

Unwelcome.

And, if I am honest—
avoidable.

My mind is not quiet.
It is crowded.

Some thoughts reach toward Christ.
Others pull away.
Some whisper faith.
Others mock it.

And I am left in a kind of interior noise
that feels very far
from devotion.

Which is precisely where the Gospel meets me.

For Christ does not wait
until everything is serene
to carry the cross.

He carries it
into chaos,
into betrayal,
into the full weight of human contradiction.

And suddenly, I realize:

The problem is not
that I do not feel like carrying the cross.

We prefer it polished,
symbolic,
hung neatly in the background of our lives.

But the real cross is not decorative.

It interrupts.
It burdens.
It demands.

And yet, here lies the divine paradox:

The cross is not given to the perfect—
it is given to the present.

Not to those who feel holy,
but to those who are human.

As Fr. Patton observes,
the Way of the Cross is not for those living in abstract piety,
but for those willing to incarnate faith
in the mess of real life.

Which means—quite inconveniently—
that my distracted, noisy, imperfect morning
is not an obstacle to the cross.

It is the very place
where I meet it.

For Christ does not ask me
to carry the cross beautifully.

You who carried the cross
not because it was easy,
but because it was love,

meet me here—
in my resistance,
in my distraction,
in my weakness.

I confess that I do not feel ready.
I do not feel devout.
I do not feel strong.

And yet—
You carried the cross anyway.

Give me the grace
to take one step.

Not perfectly.
Not heroically.
But honestly.

And if I cannot carry it well,
let me at least not run from it.

For even in my struggle,
You are near.

Laudato si’ §99

Faith is lived not in abstraction,
but in concrete acts of love, especially in difficult circumstances.

Today, I will:

Communion is the Diocese of Amarillo’s Centennial pillar for March
  • Accept one small inconvenience without complaint.
  • Enter into one moment of silence, even if it feels restless.
  • Walk with others in their burdens, not trying to fix them, but to accompany them.

For communion is not formed
by avoiding the cross,
but by carrying it together.

A song that holds both brokenness and praise—
a reminder that even in imperfection,
even in struggle,
there can still be a hallelujah.
A stark portrayal of suffering freely embraced—
revealing that the cross is not merely endured,
but chosen in love.
I want to share the latest episode of The Introverted Apostle — a podcast that has helped me revisit my own journey and see things in a different light.
This episode features Deacon Tino Frausto and it hits close to home for anyone who has ever thought:
“This isn’t my ministry… or my personality.” 😅
Deacon Tino’s story is a powerful reminder that God doesn’t wait for us to feel ready — He simply invites us to say yes. From wanting to stay behind the scenes to proclaiming the Gospel, his journey shows how grace often begins just outside our comfort zone.
Need a clean slate? We’ve got mercy for that. 🙏 In this episode, we unpack Divine Mercy Sunday, the life and mission of Saint Faustina, and why God never stops inviting us back…no matter how far we think we’ve gone. It’s a powerful mix of real stories and practical faith. Whether you’re all in or still figuring things out, this conversation brings clarity, encouragement, and a reminder that grace always has the final word — and that confession isn’t something to fear…it’s a gift. Plot twist: God’s mercy is undefeated. 🏆
Kick off your day with 5 minutes of faith! Revised Standard Version (RSV) translation New Testament: • Luke 6:27-36 • Matthew 18:21 Old Testament: • Proverbs 25:21-22 Catechism of the Catholic Church: • Paragraph 1970 • Paragraph 2263 Takeaways: • Saint Jerome taught that responding to someone’s wrongdoing with kindness can soften their heart, burn away their anger, and lead them to repentance. • When someone annoys you…like cutting you off in traffic…try praying for them instead of reacting in anger. • If people insult or mistreat you because of your faith, stay faithful and hopeful. Jesus promises that your reward in heaven will be great.
My Story
Photo used by permission of Douglas Kirkland/Corbis via Getty Images
Memorial in the Grotto of St. Mary’s Cathedral. The inscription says:
In memory of the death of innocence of the victims of clergy sexual abuse. When innocence dies…a life stops. It is essential that we never forget.
I was one of “the few” Bishop Zurek spoke of in this letter. He first posted it in August of 2019, and in response to my, “calling out all the more“, he kept reposting it atop the diocesan news page until December 11, 2019. There it remains to this day.
Fr. Ed Graff, brought here from Philadelphia by Bishop Matthiesen, was arrested in 2002 for sexually assaulting a minor and died later that year in jail. Despite the harm linked to his ministry, he was buried in an honored section of Llano Cemetery among our pioneering clergy — a decision that continues to wound survivors and raise hard questions for our diocese.
A tribute to Bishop Matthiesen—now a complex symbol in our diocesan history, erected by former priest John Salazar, whose later abuse conviction reminds us how painful chapters of the Church’s past must be faced honestly as we seek healing and communion.

While we recognize your thoughtful suggestion for a renewed dialogue on Bishop Matthiesen, the present circumstances do not present an opportunity for it. I think it would foster division not dialogue. We remain confident in God’s providence and hopeful for what the future may bring.

from a letter dated March 5, 2026

Holy Thursday-Evening Mass of the Lord’s Supper

Jesus knows.

He knows the hour.
He knows the betrayal.
He knows the Cross.

And knowing all this—
He does not conquer,
He does not condemn,
He does not withdraw.

He kneels.

He takes water.
He takes feet—dusty, tired, unworthy feet—
and He washes them.

“Do you realize what I have done for you?”

Which is, perhaps, the most dangerous question
ever asked by God.

War.
Assassinations.
Riots.
A nation divided against itself.

And I, a boy of ten,
had just come out to The Glenn
thinking, perhaps, that the land itself
could shield me from the chaos beyond it.

But even then,
the world had a way of finding its way in.

And yet—
in the midst of that year,
something happened.

Apollo 8.

Three men orbiting the moon
read the opening words of Genesis.

“In the beginning…”

And somehow—
that moment washed the year.

Not by solving it.
Not by erasing it.

But by reminding us
that there is a beginning beyond our endings.

And now, I find myself in another year
that feels… familiar.

Different names.
Different conflicts.
But the same unrest.

The same anxious awareness
that something is not quite right.

And I find myself asking:

What will wash this year?

Will it be another mission?
Another moment?
Another effort of man?

But Holy Thursday interrupts me.

For Christ does not wash the world
from above—
but from below.

He does not orbit the chaos—
He kneels within it.

And He does not wash the year—
He washes feet.

Which is a far more demanding thing.

For I would much prefer
a grand gesture
that restores everything at once.

But Christ offers something smaller,
stranger,
and infinitely more personal:

We dream of revolutions,
movements,
great sweeping changes.

We would wash the ocean
if we could.

But Christ, in His divine absurdity,
takes a basin
and begins with a single pair of feet.

The joke, of course,
is that this is how the world is actually changed.

Not by escaping it,
not by rising above it,
but by stooping into it.

Apollo 8 looked down at the earth
and reminded us it was one.

Christ looked up at His disciples
from the ground
and made them one.

The difference is not in the vision—
but in the method.

You who kneel before me
when I would rather stand above others,

teach me to be washed—
and to wash.

In a world that feels fractured,
give me the humility
to begin with what is near.

When I long for grand solutions,
remind me of the basin.

When I feel overwhelmed by the state of things,
place before me a person to serve.

Cleanse my heart
of pride,
of distance,
of despair.

And let me believe
that even the smallest act of love
can wash more than I imagine.

Laudato si’ §9

A new world is built not by abstraction,
but by concrete acts of fraternity and care.

Today, I will:

Communion is the Diocese of Amarillo’s Centennial pillar for March
  • Perform one humble act of service that goes unnoticed.
  • Choose relationship over argument.
  • Walk synodally—recognizing that the Church moves forward not by force, but by accompaniment.

For communion is not declared—
it is washed into existence.

A gentle song about walking through darkness with quiet trust—
a reminder that even when the world feels uncertain,
light still follows closely behind.
A story not of escape, but of return—
revealing that even in crisis,
human ingenuity and cooperation can preserve life.
Yet Christ goes further—
He does not simply bring us home,
He kneels to remake us.
Ever tried serving at church and thought, “This isn’t my ministry…or my personality”? 😅 Deacon Tino Frausto proves you can go from “I’ll just help behind the scenes” to proclaiming the Gospel — one slightly uncomfortable “yes” at a time. We dive into introverts in ministry, finding your fit without forcing it, and why God loves working through the people who’d rather not be the center of attention. A funny, honest, and encouraging convo about growth, community, and trusting God when He nudges you out of your comfort zone. Everyone has a seat at this table!
Need a clean slate? We’ve got mercy for that. 🙏 In this episode, we unpack Divine Mercy Sunday, the life and mission of Saint Faustina, and why God never stops inviting us back…no matter how far we think we’ve gone. It’s a powerful mix of real stories and practical faith. Whether you’re all in or still figuring things out, this conversation brings clarity, encouragement, and a reminder that grace always has the final word — and that confession isn’t something to fear…it’s a gift. Plot twist: God’s mercy is undefeated. 🏆
Kick off your day with 5 minutes of faith! Revised Standard Version (RSV) translation New Testament: • Luke 6:27-36 • Matthew 18:21 Old Testament: • Proverbs 25:21-22 Catechism of the Catholic Church: • Paragraph 1970 • Paragraph 2263 Takeaways: • Saint Jerome taught that responding to someone’s wrongdoing with kindness can soften their heart, burn away their anger, and lead them to repentance. • When someone annoys you…like cutting you off in traffic…try praying for them instead of reacting in anger. • If people insult or mistreat you because of your faith, stay faithful and hopeful. Jesus promises that your reward in heaven will be great.
My Story
Photo used by permission of Douglas Kirkland/Corbis via Getty Images
Memorial in the Grotto of St. Mary’s Cathedral. The inscription says:
In memory of the death of innocence of the victims of clergy sexual abuse. When innocence dies…a life stops. It is essential that we never forget.
I was one of “the few” Bishop Zurek spoke of in this letter. He first posted it in August of 2019, and in response to my, “calling out all the more“, he kept reposting it atop the diocesan news page until December 11, 2019. There it remains to this day.
Fr. Ed Graff, brought here from Philadelphia by Bishop Matthiesen, was arrested in 2002 for sexually assaulting a minor and died later that year in jail. Despite the harm linked to his ministry, he was buried in an honored section of Llano Cemetery among our pioneering clergy — a decision that continues to wound survivors and raise hard questions for our diocese.
A tribute to Bishop Matthiesen—now a complex symbol in our diocesan history, erected by former priest John Salazar, whose later abuse conviction reminds us how painful chapters of the Church’s past must be faced honestly as we seek healing and communion.

While we recognize your thoughtful suggestion for a renewed dialogue on Bishop Matthiesen, the present circumstances do not present an opportunity for it. I think it would foster division not dialogue. We remain confident in God’s providence and hopeful for what the future may bring.

from a letter dated March 5, 2026

Wednesday of Holy Week

Judas goes to the chief priests—
not with confusion,
but with calculation:

“What are you willing to give me…?”

And later, at table,
a strange chorus begins:

Surely it is not I, Lord?”

Each disciple asks it—
with varying degrees of sincerity,
no doubt.

And Judas asks it too—
with chilling precision:

Surely it is not I, Rabbi?”

And Christ answers him
with a sentence so simple
it almost hides its severity:

“You have said so.”

It sounds like certainty—
but often hides avoidance.

Surely, that cannot be me.”
Surely, I would never…”
Surely, I am on the right side of things.”

And today—
of all days—
I am tempted to use it freely.

For it is Holy Wednesday—
a day that invites me
to consider betrayal.

But it is also April 1st—
a day that invites me
to consider jokes.

And I suspect I will unconsciously choose the latter.

It is far easier to laugh
than to look.

Far easier to assume
than to examine.

“Surely, I am not the one.”

Surely, I have not betrayed.
Surely, I have not been greedy.
Surely, I have not been disloyal
to the Body of Christ
in the great matters of our time.

War.
Immigration.
Creation itself.

Surely, I stand in the clear.

And yet—
Christ does not argue with Judas.

He does not correct him.
He does not expose him publicly.

He simply returns the words:

“You have said so.”

Which is, perhaps,
the most unsettling response of all.

For it leaves the judgment
not in Christ’s accusation—
but in my own honesty.

It is as though Christ Himself whispers:

“If you are so sure
why must you say it?”

And suddenly,
surely” no longer sounds like certainty.

It sounds like a question
I am afraid to answer.

We doubt tradition,
question authority,
analyze systems—

but rarely interrogate
our own motives.

We say, “Surely,”
as though conviction were proof.

But Judas, too,
was quite sure.

Sure enough to speak.
Sure enough to act.
Sure enough to betray.

The great paradox is this:

The more certain I am of my innocence,
the more necessary it is
to examine it.

For holiness does not begin
with certainty—
but with humility.

And perhaps the only safe use of the word “surely
is this:

I confess that I am quick to say “surely
and slow to say “search me.”

I prefer the comfort of assumption
to the discomfort of truth.

When I declare my innocence,
pause me.

When I avoid self-examination,
call me back.

Do not let me hide
behind confident words.

Instead, give me the courage
to ask honestly:

“Is it I, Lord?”

And when the answer is yes—
as it often is—

grant me not despair,
but repentance.

For I am not saved
by being certain,
but by being forgiven.

Amen.

Laudato si’ §20

Conversion begins with listening—
not only to others, but to the truth within my own life.

Today, I will:

Communion is the Diocese of Amarillo’s Centennial pillar for March
  • Replace assumption with examination.
  • Listen to perspectives I would normally dismiss.
  • Walk synodally—recognizing that I am part of the problem before I can be part of the solution.

For communion grows
not from being “surely right,”
but from being humbly open.

A quiet reflection on longing and uncertainty—
reminding me that beneath every confident statement
there often lies a deeper question
“I am serious—and don’t call me Shirley.”
A humorous line that exposes how easily words can mislead.
A reminder that certainty, when misplaced,
can become its own kind of absurdity.
Need a clean slate? We’ve got mercy for that. 🙏 In this episode, we unpack Divine Mercy Sunday, the life and mission of Saint Faustina, and why God never stops inviting us back…no matter how far we think we’ve gone. It’s a powerful mix of real stories and practical faith. Whether you’re all in or still figuring things out, this conversation brings clarity, encouragement, and a reminder that grace always has the final word — and that confession isn’t something to fear…it’s a gift. Plot twist: God’s mercy is undefeated. 🏆
Kick off your day with 5 minutes of faith! Revised Standard Version (RSV) translation New Testament: • Luke 6:27-36 • Matthew 18:21 Old Testament: • Proverbs 25:21-22 Catechism of the Catholic Church: • Paragraph 1970 • Paragraph 2263 Takeaways: • Saint Jerome taught that responding to someone’s wrongdoing with kindness can soften their heart, burn away their anger, and lead them to repentance. • When someone annoys you…like cutting you off in traffic…try praying for them instead of reacting in anger. • If people insult or mistreat you because of your faith, stay faithful and hopeful. Jesus promises that your reward in heaven will be great.
If starting a conversation at church feels like a leap of faith…you’re not alone. 🙏 You know the moment — you lock eyes with someone after church, and suddenly you’re spiritually obligated to say something. 👀 Panic sets in, and now you’re deeply invested in the nearest exit sign. “What do I say?” “Is this weird?” “Do I abort mission?” 😬 This week on The Introverted Apostle, we’re diving into the art of starting conversations without overthinking yourself into silence…moving past the awkward and into authentic connection, one small, brave step at a time. And yes…we’re laughing our way through it, because let’s be honest — we’ve all been there. 😅
My Story
Photo used by permission of Douglas Kirkland/Corbis via Getty Images
Memorial in the Grotto of St. Mary’s Cathedral. The inscription says:
In memory of the death of innocence of the victims of clergy sexual abuse. When innocence dies…a life stops. It is essential that we never forget.
I was one of “the few” Bishop Zurek spoke of in this letter. He first posted it in August of 2019, and in response to my, “calling out all the more“, he kept reposting it atop the diocesan news page until December 11, 2019. There it remains to this day.
Fr. Ed Graff, brought here from Philadelphia by Bishop Matthiesen, was arrested in 2002 for sexually assaulting a minor and died later that year in jail. Despite the harm linked to his ministry, he was buried in an honored section of Llano Cemetery among our pioneering clergy — a decision that continues to wound survivors and raise hard questions for our diocese.
A tribute to Bishop Matthiesen—now a complex symbol in our diocesan history, erected by former priest John Salazar, whose later abuse conviction reminds us how painful chapters of the Church’s past must be faced honestly as we seek healing and communion.

While we recognize your thoughtful suggestion for a renewed dialogue on Bishop Matthiesen, the present circumstances do not present an opportunity for it. I think it would foster division not dialogue. We remain confident in God’s providence and hopeful for what the future may bring.

from a letter dated March 5, 2026

Tuesday of Holy Week

“It is the one to whom I hand the morsel…”

A small thing—
a piece of bread,
dipped,
given.

And yet,
after the morsel,
everything changes.

“After he took the morsel,
Satan entered him.”

Which is a rather terrifying thought—
that something so small
could become the hinge of eternity.

And even more unsettling:

that the hand which gives the morsel
is the hand of Christ Himself.

Not of bread alone,
but of circumstance.

I had planned—quite comfortably—
to attend the 7:00 a.m. Mass at St. Mary’s Cathedral.

Routine is a pleasant thing.
It allows one to feel faithful
without too much disturbance.

But yesterday, the schedule changed.

The Holy Tuesday Mass—gone.
The Chrism Mass—needed to be accommodated.

And the posted schedule—
removed, torn, discarded.

It felt, I must admit,
like a small betrayal.

And I was handed the morsel.

Not by accident—
but quite deliberately, it seemed.

And I did what Judas did,
though in a quieter, more respectable way:

I received it…
and resentment entered.

Not dramatic.
Not obvious.

Just enough to sour the soul.

A whisper of complaint.
A subtle accusation:

“They are making this about themselves.”

Which, I must confess,
was a rather ironic charge
given how thoroughly I was making it about myself.

And then—
another morsel.

This one unexpected.

A fellow daily Mass attendee
mentioned that St. Thomas had moved their evening Mass
to the morning.

A way—quiet, unannounced—
to ensure that those who desired
to be fed
could be fed.

And suddenly, I was given a choice.

Not between Masses—
but between responses.

Between the morsel that breeds resentment
and the morsel that invites gratitude.

A morsel is a small thing.

Bread.
Schedule changes.
A passing comment.

And yet, these are the very places
where the drama unfolds.

For the soul is rarely lost in grand gestures—
it is lost in small permissions.

Judas does not begin with betrayal.
He begins with a morsel.

And the Christian life, likewise,
is not built in heroic leaps,
but in humble receptions.

The curious thing is this:

Christ gives the morsel either way.

The same hand offers it.

The difference lies not in the gift,
but in the reception.

For one man receives and hardens.
Another receives and softens.

You who place even the smallest morsel
into my hands,

teach me how to receive.

When I am given inconvenience,
keep me from resentment.

When I am given unexpected grace,
open me to gratitude.

Guard my heart
from the quiet entry of bitterness.

Let me recognize
that every moment—
every interruption—
every change of plan—

may be a morsel from You.

And when I take it,
let it not lead me into darkness,
but into deeper trust.

Amen.

Laudato si’ §3

Communion is built not in grand agreements,
but in daily choices to walk together, even through inconvenience.

Today, I will:

Communion is the Diocese of Amarillo’s Centennial pillar for March
  • Receive disruptions not as obstacles, but as invitations.
  • Choose gratitude over quiet complaint.
  • Walk synodally—recognizing that the Church’s life is larger than my preferences.

For communion is often formed
in the small morsels
we choose to receive with grace.

A simple longing expressed in quiet repetition—
a reminder that in every circumstance,
in every small “morsel,”
what I truly desire is not control,
but Christ Himself.
A meditation on the small moments that shape a life—
revealing that the soul is not formed in grand decisions alone,
but in the quiet acceptance—or rejection—of what is given.
Need a clean slate? We’ve got mercy for that. 🙏 In this episode, we unpack Divine Mercy Sunday, the life and mission of Saint Faustina, and why God never stops inviting us back…no matter how far we think we’ve gone. It’s a powerful mix of real stories and practical faith. Whether you’re all in or still figuring things out, this conversation brings clarity, encouragement, and a reminder that grace always has the final word — and that confession isn’t something to fear…it’s a gift. Plot twist: God’s mercy is undefeated. 🏆
Kick off your day with 5 minutes of faith! Revised Standard Version (RSV) translation New Testament: • Luke 6:27-36 • Matthew 18:21 Old Testament: • Proverbs 25:21-22 Catechism of the Catholic Church: • Paragraph 1970 • Paragraph 2263 Takeaways: • Saint Jerome taught that responding to someone’s wrongdoing with kindness can soften their heart, burn away their anger, and lead them to repentance. • When someone annoys you…like cutting you off in traffic…try praying for them instead of reacting in anger. • If people insult or mistreat you because of your faith, stay faithful and hopeful. Jesus promises that your reward in heaven will be great.
If starting a conversation at church feels like a leap of faith…you’re not alone. 🙏 You know the moment — you lock eyes with someone after church, and suddenly you’re spiritually obligated to say something. 👀 Panic sets in, and now you’re deeply invested in the nearest exit sign. “What do I say?” “Is this weird?” “Do I abort mission?” 😬 This week on The Introverted Apostle, we’re diving into the art of starting conversations without overthinking yourself into silence…moving past the awkward and into authentic connection, one small, brave step at a time. And yes…we’re laughing our way through it, because let’s be honest — we’ve all been there. 😅
My Story
Photo used by permission of Douglas Kirkland/Corbis via Getty Images
Memorial in the Grotto of St. Mary’s Cathedral. The inscription says:
In memory of the death of innocence of the victims of clergy sexual abuse. When innocence dies…a life stops. It is essential that we never forget.
I was one of “the few” Bishop Zurek spoke of in this letter. He first posted it in August of 2019, and in response to my, “calling out all the more“, he kept reposting it atop the diocesan news page until December 11, 2019. There it remains to this day.
Fr. Ed Graff, brought here from Philadelphia by Bishop Matthiesen, was arrested in 2002 for sexually assaulting a minor and died later that year in jail. Despite the harm linked to his ministry, he was buried in an honored section of Llano Cemetery among our pioneering clergy — a decision that continues to wound survivors and raise hard questions for our diocese.
A tribute to Bishop Matthiesen—now a complex symbol in our diocesan history, erected by former priest John Salazar, whose later abuse conviction reminds us how painful chapters of the Church’s past must be faced honestly as we seek healing and communion.

While we recognize your thoughtful suggestion for a renewed dialogue on Bishop Matthiesen, the present circumstances do not present an opportunity for it. I think it would foster division not dialogue. We remain confident in God’s providence and hopeful for what the future may bring.

from a letter dated March 5, 2026

Monday of Holy Week

Judas speaks with what appears to be moral clarity:

Why was this oil not sold… and given to the poor?”

It is a reasonable question—
and a dishonest one.

For the Gospel unmasks him:

“He said this not because he cared…
but because he was a thief.”

And in the shadows,
the chief priests begin their own calculations—
not of devotion,
but of preservation.

Here, in a single scene,
are two kinds of betrayal:

One from within the circle of disciples.
One from within the structure of authority.

And Christ,
receiving the costly perfume,
remains unmoved by both.

Not in silver, perhaps—
but in something subtler.

And if I follow the thread of my betrayals,
it often leads me to one word:

priests.

There is a peculiar temptation
to become a disciple of a priest
rather than a disciple of Christ.

To attach oneself—
not to the Body,
but to a personality within it.

And once attached,
to begin imagining
that I belong to an inner circle.

It is a flattering illusion.

One that slowly turns faith
into something else entirely.

For I begin to measure myself
not by my closeness to Christ,
but by my proximity to the priest.

And from there,
it is but a short and predictable fall:

A sense of superiority.
A quiet detachment from the rest of the Church.
A subtle belief
that I see more clearly than others.

What begins as devotion
becomes possession.

And then—
when the priest falters,
or changes,
or simply turns his attention elsewhere—

I find myself asking:

Why?”

But not, if I am honest,
because I care about the Church.

Rather, because something
I had taken for myself
is being taken away.

It is not zeal.
It is theft.

We mistake the sign
for the thing signified.

The priest points to Christ—
and we, being human,
begin pointing to the priest.

It is a curious inversion.

For the priest is most himself
when he is least the center.

And the faithful are most faithful
when they do not cling to the instrument,
but to the One who uses it.

The tragedy of Judas
is not merely that he betrayed Christ—

but that he remained close enough
to mistake familiarity for fidelity.

And the tragedy of the chief priests
is not merely their authority—

but their use of it
without surrender.

Thus, both betray—
in different ways—
the same truth:

You who are the true High Priest,

forgive me
for the times I have followed others
instead of You.

Forgive me
for the attachments I have formed
that were rooted more in myself
than in Your Body.

Purify my love for Your priests
that it may be grateful,
but not possessive.

Faithful,
but not blind.

Humble,
but not dependent.

Teach me to walk with them
as companions on the way—
not as destinations.

And when I am tempted
to ask “Why?”
for the wrong reasons,

convert my question
into prayer.

Amen.

Laudato si’ §11

The Church is a people journeying together—
not a collection of personalities to be elevated or defended.

Today, I will:

Communion is the Diocese of Amarillo’s Centennial pillar for March
  • Pray for priests—not as extensions of myself, but as servants of Christ.
  • Resist forming exclusive attachments that divide rather than unite.
  • Walk synodally—recognizing that all of us, clergy and laity alike, are called to conversion.

For communion is not built
around individuals,
but around Christ.

A gentle reminder that even those who guide us
must walk a path not their own,
but Christ’s.
The question is not whether I follow a priest
but whether we are both following Him.
A story of priesthood marked not by perfection,
but by transformation.
A reminder that priests are not idols to be followed,
but witnesses pointing beyond themselves.
Need a clean slate? We’ve got mercy for that. 🙏 In this episode, we unpack Divine Mercy Sunday, the life and mission of Saint Faustina, and why God never stops inviting us back…no matter how far we think we’ve gone. It’s a powerful mix of real stories and practical faith. Whether you’re all in or still figuring things out, this conversation brings clarity, encouragement, and a reminder that grace always has the final word — and that confession isn’t something to fear…it’s a gift. Plot twist: God’s mercy is undefeated. 🏆
Kick off your day with 5 minutes of faith! Revised Standard Version (RSV) translation New Testament: • Luke 6:27-36 • Matthew 18:21 Old Testament: • Proverbs 25:21-22 Catechism of the Catholic Church: • Paragraph 1970 • Paragraph 2263 Takeaways: • Saint Jerome taught that responding to someone’s wrongdoing with kindness can soften their heart, burn away their anger, and lead them to repentance. • When someone annoys you…like cutting you off in traffic…try praying for them instead of reacting in anger. • If people insult or mistreat you because of your faith, stay faithful and hopeful. Jesus promises that your reward in heaven will be great.
If starting a conversation at church feels like a leap of faith…you’re not alone. 🙏 You know the moment — you lock eyes with someone after church, and suddenly you’re spiritually obligated to say something. 👀 Panic sets in, and now you’re deeply invested in the nearest exit sign. “What do I say?” “Is this weird?” “Do I abort mission?” 😬 This week on The Introverted Apostle, we’re diving into the art of starting conversations without overthinking yourself into silence…moving past the awkward and into authentic connection, one small, brave step at a time. And yes…we’re laughing our way through it, because let’s be honest — we’ve all been there. 😅
My Story
Photo used by permission of Douglas Kirkland/Corbis via Getty Images
Memorial in the Grotto of St. Mary’s Cathedral. The inscription says:
In memory of the death of innocence of the victims of clergy sexual abuse. When innocence dies…a life stops. It is essential that we never forget.
I was one of “the few” Bishop Zurek spoke of in this letter. He first posted it in August of 2019, and in response to my, “calling out all the more“, he kept reposting it atop the diocesan news page until December 11, 2019. There it remains to this day.
Fr. Ed Graff, brought here from Philadelphia by Bishop Matthiesen, was arrested in 2002 for sexually assaulting a minor and died later that year in jail. Despite the harm linked to his ministry, he was buried in an honored section of Llano Cemetery among our pioneering clergy — a decision that continues to wound survivors and raise hard questions for our diocese.
A tribute to Bishop Matthiesen—now a complex symbol in our diocesan history, erected by former priest John Salazar, whose later abuse conviction reminds us how painful chapters of the Church’s past must be faced honestly as we seek healing and communion.

While we recognize your thoughtful suggestion for a renewed dialogue on Bishop Matthiesen, the present circumstances do not present an opportunity for it. I think it would foster division not dialogue. We remain confident in God’s providence and hopeful for what the future may bring.

from a letter dated March 5, 2026

Palm Sunday of the Lord’s Passion

“When he entered Jerusalem,
the whole city was shaken.”

Not stirred.
Not mildly intrigued.

Shaken
as by an earthquake beneath the ordinary.

And later, in the shadow of betrayal,
Christ says something even more unsettling:

“This night all of you will have your faith in me shaken.”

Peter, with admirable confidence and predictable error, replies:

“Mine will never be.”

And by morning,
his certainty has crumbled
at the sound of a rooster.

I have been shaken.

Shaken by scandal,
by betrayal cloaked in vestments.

Shaken by words that refused repentance,
even when repentance was the only thing left to say.

Shaken by the death of my son—
Daniel—
a husband, a father,
taken at thirty-four,
leaving behind a silence
that still echoes.

Shaken, too,
by decisions within the Church
that seem less like shepherding
and more like hesitation.

Moments that made me wonder—
not quietly, but loudly—
whether it would be easier
to walk away.

To deny not Christ Himself,
but Christ as found in His Church.

And yet—
somewhere in the noise of that shaking,
I heard it.

A sound so small
it could be missed:

the cock crowing.

Not a condemnation—
but a summons.

A reminder
that faith is not proven
by never being shaken

but by what I do
when I am.

And I find myself, strangely,
grateful.

For the shaking did not destroy my faith.

We build our faith on the illusion of stability—
as though God were most present
when nothing moves.

But Scripture suggests the opposite.

Cities shake.
Temples shake.
Hearts shake.

Even the earth itself trembles
at the death of God.

The great paradox is this:

What is shaken
reveals what cannot be shaken.

Peter’s confidence collapses—
but his love remains.

The Church falters—
but Christ endures.

And faith, like a house tested by storm,
is not proven by calm weather,
but by surviving the storm.

You who entered Jerusalem
and shook the city,

You who warned Your disciples
that their faith would be shaken

I confess that I have been shaken.

By suffering.
By scandal.
By loss.

At times, I have wanted to turn away—
to distance myself
from the very place You dwell.

But You did not abandon Peter
in his failure.

And You have not abandoned me.

When my faith trembles,
hold me fast.

When I hear the cock crow,
let it not drive me to despair,
but call me back to You.

And in the shaking,
teach me to trust
what cannot be shaken:

Your love,
Your truth,
Your Cross.

Amen.

Laudato si’ §6

Crises—personal and communal—
are not obstacles to communion,
but invitations into deeper solidarity.

Today, I will:

Communion is the Diocese of Amarillo’s Centennial pillar for March
  • Remain present to the Church even when I am troubled by it.
  • Listen with humility to others who have been shaken in their faith.
  • Walk synodally—recognizing that we journey together, not as the unshaken, but as the sustained.

For communion is not the absence of crisis—
but the decision to remain together through it.

A playful song born from a shaken bottle—
a reminder that even agitation can produce something unexpected.
The question is not whether we are shaken,
but what we become because of it.
A story of sudden upheaval—
where what seemed stable becomes volatile.
A reminder that beneath the surface,
forces are always at work—
and survival depends not on denial,
but on response.
Need a clean slate? We’ve got mercy for that. 🙏 In this episode, we unpack Divine Mercy Sunday, the life and mission of Saint Faustina, and why God never stops inviting us back…no matter how far we think we’ve gone. It’s a powerful mix of real stories and practical faith. Whether you’re all in or still figuring things out, this conversation brings clarity, encouragement, and a reminder that grace always has the final word — and that confession isn’t something to fear…it’s a gift. Plot twist: God’s mercy is undefeated. 🏆
Kick off your day with 5 minutes of faith! Revised Standard Version (RSV) translation New Testament: • Luke 6:27-36 • Matthew 18:21 Old Testament: • Proverbs 25:21-22 Catechism of the Catholic Church: • Paragraph 1970 • Paragraph 2263 Takeaways: • Saint Jerome taught that responding to someone’s wrongdoing with kindness can soften their heart, burn away their anger, and lead them to repentance. • When someone annoys you…like cutting you off in traffic…try praying for them instead of reacting in anger. • If people insult or mistreat you because of your faith, stay faithful and hopeful. Jesus promises that your reward in heaven will be great.
If starting a conversation at church feels like a leap of faith…you’re not alone. 🙏 You know the moment — you lock eyes with someone after church, and suddenly you’re spiritually obligated to say something. 👀 Panic sets in, and now you’re deeply invested in the nearest exit sign. “What do I say?” “Is this weird?” “Do I abort mission?” 😬 This week on The Introverted Apostle, we’re diving into the art of starting conversations without overthinking yourself into silence…moving past the awkward and into authentic connection, one small, brave step at a time. And yes…we’re laughing our way through it, because let’s be honest — we’ve all been there. 😅
My Story
Photo used by permission of Douglas Kirkland/Corbis via Getty Images
Memorial in the Grotto of St. Mary’s Cathedral. The inscription says:
In memory of the death of innocence of the victims of clergy sexual abuse. When innocence dies…a life stops. It is essential that we never forget.
I was one of “the few” Bishop Zurek spoke of in this letter. He first posted it in August of 2019, and in response to my, “calling out all the more“, he kept reposting it atop the diocesan news page until December 11, 2019. There it remains to this day.
Fr. Ed Graff, brought here from Philadelphia by Bishop Matthiesen, was arrested in 2002 for sexually assaulting a minor and died later that year in jail. Despite the harm linked to his ministry, he was buried in an honored section of Llano Cemetery among our pioneering clergy — a decision that continues to wound survivors and raise hard questions for our diocese.
A tribute to Bishop Matthiesen—now a complex symbol in our diocesan history, erected by former priest John Salazar, whose later abuse conviction reminds us how painful chapters of the Church’s past must be faced honestly as we seek healing and communion.

While we recognize your thoughtful suggestion for a renewed dialogue on Bishop Matthiesen, the present circumstances do not present an opportunity for it. I think it would foster division not dialogue. We remain confident in God’s providence and hopeful for what the future may bring.

from a letter dated March 5, 2026

Saturday of the Fifth Week of Lent

The word appears again and again—
as though God were insistent:

“…bring them back to their land.
I will make them one nation upon the land
They shall live on the land
the land where their fathers lived…”

It is not merely territory.
It is belonging,
promise,
identity restored.

And yet, in the Gospel,
the same word trembles with fear:

“…will come and take away both our land…”

What God gives as gift,
man clutches as possession.

What is meant to unite,
becomes the cause of division.

And my story is rooted there
more deeply than I sometimes realize.

My parents helped plant it.
I grew up within it.
I was formed,
fed,
and sent forth from it.

I received sacraments there—
first Communion, confirmation—
moments that marked not just time,
but eternity.

I was married there.
My children were raised there.

And I stood there—
in a parking lot—
when the sanctuary burned.

“We’ve lost the sanctuary,
but the Church is still here.”

Which is a curious thing to say—
unless one understands
that the Church is not the land,
but the people upon it.

And yet, how easily I forget.

How easily I begin to think
that the survival of the Church
depends upon my understanding,
my strategy,
my intervention.

Like the leaders in the Gospel,
I have thought:

“We must act…
or we will lose our land.”

And in acting,
I have sometimes contributed
to the very decline I feared.

There is a strange irony in this—
one that John himself would appreciate.

For the attempt to preserve
what belongs to God
often becomes the means
by which I try to possess it.

But this time,
I sense a different call.

Not to control.
Not to fix.
But to walk.

To walk the way of the Cross
with the Body of Christ
in this land.

To trust that Christ is not absent
from what appears to be decline—
but is present precisely there.

We are given a garden—
and immediately begin building fences.

We are given a Church—
and immediately begin managing it
as though it were ours.

But the land, in Scripture,
is never truly possessed.

It is received.
Lost.
Restored.

Over and over again.

Because the land is not the point.

God is.

The tragedy of the leaders in the Gospel
is not that they feared losing the land
but that they feared it more
than losing the Lord of the land.

And so they secured nothing
and lost everything.

Perhaps the true test of faith
is this:

Can I love the land
without trying to control it?

Can I belong to the Church
without trying to manage Christ?

For the Church does not rest on my efforts—
it rests on Him.

You who walk the land
You have given,

teach me to see it rightly.

Forgive me
for the times I have grasped
what was meant to be received.

Forgive me
for trying to control
what belongs to You.

In this land
in this parish,
in this diocese—

teach me to trust.

To walk with Your Church
even when it suffers.

To believe in Your presence
even when I do not understand.

To follow the Cross
rather than avoid it.

For this land is Yours—
and I am Yours within it.

Amen.

Laudato si’ §8

Land, community, and faith
are all gifts entrusted to us—not possessions to control.

Today, I will live as a steward, not an owner:

Communion is the Diocese of Amarillo’s Centennial pillar for March
  • I will pray for those in authority in the Church, trusting Christ works through them.
  • I will listen before speaking about the future of my parish.
  • I will participate, not as a critic on the outside, but as a member of the Body within.

To walk synodally
is to journey together on the same land
not competing for control,
but seeking communion.

A song that speaks of shared ground and shared belonging—
a reminder that the land is not mine alone,
but given for all.
And in faith, even more so—
it is first His.
A stark reflection on a land that seems to have lost its moral bearings—
yet quietly asks whether the land has changed,
or the hearts within it.
A reminder that renewal begins not in territory,
but in the soul.
Need a clean slate? We’ve got mercy for that. 🙏 In this episode, we unpack Divine Mercy Sunday, the life and mission of Saint Faustina, and why God never stops inviting us back…no matter how far we think we’ve gone. It’s a powerful mix of real stories and practical faith. Whether you’re all in or still figuring things out, this conversation brings clarity, encouragement, and a reminder that grace always has the final word — and that confession isn’t something to fear…it’s a gift. Plot twist: God’s mercy is undefeated. 🏆
Kick off your day with 5 minutes of faith! Revised Standard Version (RSV) translation New Testament: • Luke 6:27-36 • Matthew 18:21 Old Testament: • Proverbs 25:21-22 Catechism of the Catholic Church: • Paragraph 1970 • Paragraph 2263 Takeaways: • Saint Jerome taught that responding to someone’s wrongdoing with kindness can soften their heart, burn away their anger, and lead them to repentance. • When someone annoys you…like cutting you off in traffic…try praying for them instead of reacting in anger. • If people insult or mistreat you because of your faith, stay faithful and hopeful. Jesus promises that your reward in heaven will be great.
If starting a conversation at church feels like a leap of faith…you’re not alone. 🙏 You know the moment — you lock eyes with someone after church, and suddenly you’re spiritually obligated to say something. 👀 Panic sets in, and now you’re deeply invested in the nearest exit sign. “What do I say?” “Is this weird?” “Do I abort mission?” 😬 This week on The Introverted Apostle, we’re diving into the art of starting conversations without overthinking yourself into silence…moving past the awkward and into authentic connection, one small, brave step at a time. And yes…we’re laughing our way through it, because let’s be honest — we’ve all been there. 😅
My Story
Photo used by permission of Douglas Kirkland/Corbis via Getty Images
Memorial in the Grotto of St. Mary’s Cathedral. The inscription says:
In memory of the death of innocence of the victims of clergy sexual abuse. When innocence dies…a life stops. It is essential that we never forget.
I was one of “the few” Bishop Zurek spoke of in this letter. He first posted it in August of 2019, and in response to my, “calling out all the more“, he kept reposting it atop the diocesan news page until December 11, 2019. There it remains to this day.
Fr. Ed Graff, brought here from Philadelphia by Bishop Matthiesen, was arrested in 2002 for sexually assaulting a minor and died later that year in jail. Despite the harm linked to his ministry, he was buried in an honored section of Llano Cemetery among our pioneering clergy — a decision that continues to wound survivors and raise hard questions for our diocese.
A tribute to Bishop Matthiesen—now a complex symbol in our diocesan history, erected by former priest John Salazar, whose later abuse conviction reminds us how painful chapters of the Church’s past must be faced honestly as we seek healing and communion.

While we recognize your thoughtful suggestion for a renewed dialogue on Bishop Matthiesen, the present circumstances do not present an opportunity for it. I think it would foster division not dialogue. We remain confident in God’s providence and hopeful for what the future may bring.

from a letter dated March 5, 2026

Friday of the Fifth Week of Lent

Jeremiah stands surrounded—
not merely by enemies,
but by misunderstanding,
by hostility,
by a world that would rather silence truth than hear it.

And yet he says, with curious confidence:

“‘But the LORD is with me, like a mighty champion…'”

The Psalm echoes the same defiant hope:

In my distress I called upon the Lord, and he heard my voice.

And the Gospel shows us something even stranger—

Christ Himself,
confronted,
threatened,
nearly stoned—

speaks truth,
and then
escaped.

Not because He is weak,
but because His hour had not yet come.

He passed through their midst,
untouched.

Not the cowardly sort—
though I have sometimes suspected it might be—

but the necessary sort.

The world has a way of pressing in,
of crowding the soul
with noise,
with grief,
with questions that do not wait for answers.

And there was a time
when that pressure became almost unbearable.

When my son Daniel—
a young husband, a father of three—
was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer.

A sentence, really.
One that would be carried out
far too quickly.

I remember the priest stopping me before Mass,
asking gently if there was anything he could do.

And I answered, perhaps more bluntly than expected:

“Just keep feeding me the Eucharist.”

At the time, it seemed obvious.

What else could be done?

And yet, I later learned
that my answer had unsettled him.

He wondered if I saw him merely
as a dispenser—
a kind of sacred machine
from which I received what I wanted
at my convenience.

Perhaps he was right.

But he was also wrong.

For I had not escaped from reality—
I had escaped into it.

The Mass did not remove my suffering.
It anchored it.

It did not erase the grief.
It gave it somewhere to stand.

And now, less than a year later,
with a different priest
and more opportunities for daily Mass,
I still go.

I’ve escaped.

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We call distraction “rest.”
We call indulgence “relief.”
We call escape “freedom.”

But most of our escapes
lead us further away from truth.

Christ’s escape is of a different kind.

He does not flee into illusion—
He moves with purpose.

He escaped not because He feared death,
but because He knew it was time.

And so the Christian paradox emerges:

The only true escape from the world
is not to run from it,
but to enter more deeply into God.

The Eucharist, then, is not a retreat from life—
it is the only place
where life is properly understood.

And so I must ask:

Have I escaped from the world—
or escaped into Christ?

You who passed through the midst of those who sought to harm You,
teach me the meaning of true escape.

When I am overwhelmed,
do not let me flee into distraction.

When I am grieving,
do not let me numb the pain.

Instead, draw me into Your presence.

Feed me with Your Body.
Sustain me with Your Word.

Be my refuge—
not from reality,
but within it.

And in my distress,
when I call upon You,
remind me
that You hear my voice.

Amen.

Laudato si’ §219

We are not meant to escape the world’s suffering,
but to encounter it together—with compassion, responsibility, and hope.

Today, I will:

Communion is the Diocese of Amarillo’s Centennial pillar for March
  • Resist the urge to withdraw into isolation.
  • Accompany someone in their suffering, even if I cannot fix it.
  • Recognize that communion is not an escape from others, but a movement toward them.

For the Church is not an escape route—
it is a meeting place.

A dreamy vision of escape to somewhere easier, lighter, and far away.
A reminder that not all escapes are equal—
some merely distract,
while others transform.
A story of courage, ingenuity, and the longing for freedom—
revealing that true escape is not simply getting out,
but knowing what one is escaping for.
Kick off your day with 5 minutes of faith! Revised Standard Version (RSV) translation New Testament: • Luke 6:27-36 • Matthew 18:21 Old Testament: • Proverbs 25:21-22 Catechism of the Catholic Church: • Paragraph 1970 • Paragraph 2263 Takeaways: • Saint Jerome taught that responding to someone’s wrongdoing with kindness can soften their heart, burn away their anger, and lead them to repentance. • When someone annoys you…like cutting you off in traffic…try praying for them instead of reacting in anger. • If people insult or mistreat you because of your faith, stay faithful and hopeful. Jesus promises that your reward in heaven will be great.
If starting a conversation at church feels like a leap of faith…you’re not alone. 🙏 You know the moment — you lock eyes with someone after church, and suddenly you’re spiritually obligated to say something. 👀 Panic sets in, and now you’re deeply invested in the nearest exit sign. “What do I say?” “Is this weird?” “Do I abort mission?” 😬 This week on The Introverted Apostle, we’re diving into the art of starting conversations without overthinking yourself into silence…moving past the awkward and into authentic connection, one small, brave step at a time. And yes…we’re laughing our way through it, because let’s be honest — we’ve all been there. 😅
Move over, celebrity sightings…this is a Sacred Heart sighting! ❤️ Duane and Theresa are popping up in parishes everywhere, helping families put Christ at the heart of their homes and spreading devotion that’s anything but half-hearted. But wherever they go, they’re on fire for the Sacred Heart of Jesus. 🔥 In this episode, Duane and Theresa talk First Fridays, 12 powerful promises, and why enthroning your home might be the best “heart upgrade” you’ll ever make. Warning: Sacred Heart enthusiasm may be contagious. ❤️🔥
My Story
Photo used by permission of Douglas Kirkland/Corbis via Getty Images
Memorial in the Grotto of St. Mary’s Cathedral. The inscription says:
In memory of the death of innocence of the victims of clergy sexual abuse. When innocence dies…a life stops. It is essential that we never forget.
I was one of “the few” Bishop Zurek spoke of in this letter. He first posted it in August of 2019, and in response to my, “calling out all the more“, he kept reposting it atop the diocesan news page until December 11, 2019. There it remains to this day.
Fr. Ed Graff, brought here from Philadelphia by Bishop Matthiesen, was arrested in 2002 for sexually assaulting a minor and died later that year in jail. Despite the harm linked to his ministry, he was buried in an honored section of Llano Cemetery among our pioneering clergy — a decision that continues to wound survivors and raise hard questions for our diocese.
A tribute to Bishop Matthiesen—now a complex symbol in our diocesan history, erected by former priest John Salazar, whose later abuse conviction reminds us how painful chapters of the Church’s past must be faced honestly as we seek healing and communion.

While we recognize your thoughtful suggestion for a renewed dialogue on Bishop Matthiesen, the present circumstances do not present an opportunity for it. I think it would foster division not dialogue. We remain confident in God’s providence and hopeful for what the future may bring.

from a letter dated March 5, 2026

Thursday of the Fifth Week of Lent

God makes a covenant with Abraham—
not a contract of equals,
but a promise of presence:

“…to be your God…”

The Psalm reminds me that God remembers—
even when I forget.

“Not once, not occasionally—
but forever.”

And then comes the warning:

If today you hear his voice,
harden not your hearts.

For the voice will come—
but the question is whether I am listening
or merely speaking to myself.

And in the Gospel, Christ confronts the deepest illusion:

“Who do you make yourself out to be?”

And answers with divine simplicity:

If I glorify myself, my glory is worth nothing.

“I don’t think of myself as being religious.”

And I must admit—
I cringed.

For I immediately thought of myself:

Daily Mass.
The Liturgy of the Hours.
The Rosary.
Lectio Divina.

If these are not the marks of a religious man,
then what, I wondered, could possibly qualify?

My instinctive response rose up,
almost with comic force:

“Of course I am religious.”

But then came the quieter voice—
far less flattering,
and far more truthful:

“Why?”

Why do I do these things?

Is it, perhaps, to make something of myself?
To build a certain image?
To reassure myself
that I am, indeed, a man of faith?

For if so, then Christ’s words strike with uncomfortable precision:

“If I glorify myself,
my glory is worth nothing.”

Which is a devastating thought—
that one could spend a lifetime doing holy things
for unholy reasons.

And yet, the same voice offers a strange liberation:

If I do these things not to glorify myself,
but to know Him—
to be known by Him—
to belong to Him—

then perhaps I need not call myself religious at all.

Perhaps I may simply say:

“I am trying, however imperfectly,
to love.”

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We are forever making something out of ourselves—
an identity,
a reputation,
a story.

Even our virtues become props
in the theater of self-importance.

But Christ does something extraordinary:

He refuses to glorify Himself.

Which is, paradoxically,
why He is glorious.

For the man who seeks to make something of himself
ends with very little—
while the man who forgets himself
finds that God remembers him entirely.

The covenant is not built on what I make of myself,
but on what God makes of me.

I confess that I am often preoccupied
with what I make of myself.

I measure my worth
by what I do,
how I appear,
how I am perceived.

Even my devotion
can become a mirror
in which I admire myself.

Break this habit in me.

Teach me to seek You
rather than myself.

To pray not to be seen,
but to see.

To act not to be praised,
but to love.

When I am tempted to glorify myself,
remind me
that my glory is nothing
unless it comes from You.

Let me forget myself
just enough
to remember You.

Amen.

Laudato si’ §85

authentic human flourishing is not self-centered,
but rooted in relationship—with God, with others, and with creation.

Today, I will step outside of myself:

Communion is the Diocese of Amarillo’s Centennial pillar for March
  • I will listen more than I speak.
  • I will serve without announcing it.
  • I will recognize Christ in others rather than reflecting on my own virtue.

To walk synodally
is to walk together—
not as individuals performing for one another,
but as persons accompanying one another.

For communion begins
when I stop making much of myself
and start making room for others.

A haunting reminder that a life centered on the self
ultimately leads to isolation.
The danger is not being alone—
but becoming the only one who matters.
A comedic exaggeration of divided identity—
revealing the absurdity of a life turned inward.
When everything revolves around “myself,”
something essential is lost.
Kick off your day with 5 minutes of faith! Revised Standard Version (RSV) translation New Testament: • Luke 6:27-36 • Matthew 18:21 Old Testament: • Proverbs 25:21-22 Catechism of the Catholic Church: • Paragraph 1970 • Paragraph 2263 Takeaways: • Saint Jerome taught that responding to someone’s wrongdoing with kindness can soften their heart, burn away their anger, and lead them to repentance. • When someone annoys you…like cutting you off in traffic…try praying for them instead of reacting in anger. • If people insult or mistreat you because of your faith, stay faithful and hopeful. Jesus promises that your reward in heaven will be great.
If starting a conversation at church feels like a leap of faith…you’re not alone. 🙏 You know the moment — you lock eyes with someone after church, and suddenly you’re spiritually obligated to say something. 👀 Panic sets in, and now you’re deeply invested in the nearest exit sign. “What do I say?” “Is this weird?” “Do I abort mission?” 😬 This week on The Introverted Apostle, we’re diving into the art of starting conversations without overthinking yourself into silence…moving past the awkward and into authentic connection, one small, brave step at a time. And yes…we’re laughing our way through it, because let’s be honest — we’ve all been there. 😅
Move over, celebrity sightings…this is a Sacred Heart sighting! ❤️ Duane and Theresa are popping up in parishes everywhere, helping families put Christ at the heart of their homes and spreading devotion that’s anything but half-hearted. But wherever they go, they’re on fire for the Sacred Heart of Jesus. 🔥 In this episode, Duane and Theresa talk First Fridays, 12 powerful promises, and why enthroning your home might be the best “heart upgrade” you’ll ever make. Warning: Sacred Heart enthusiasm may be contagious. ❤️🔥
My Story
Photo used by permission of Douglas Kirkland/Corbis via Getty Images
Memorial in the Grotto of St. Mary’s Cathedral. The inscription says:
In memory of the death of innocence of the victims of clergy sexual abuse. When innocence dies…a life stops. It is essential that we never forget.
I was one of “the few” Bishop Zurek spoke of in this letter. He first posted it in August of 2019, and in response to my, “calling out all the more“, he kept reposting it atop the diocesan news page until December 11, 2019. There it remains to this day.
Fr. Ed Graff, brought here from Philadelphia by Bishop Matthiesen, was arrested in 2002 for sexually assaulting a minor and died later that year in jail. Despite the harm linked to his ministry, he was buried in an honored section of Llano Cemetery among our pioneering clergy — a decision that continues to wound survivors and raise hard questions for our diocese.
A tribute to Bishop Matthiesen—now a complex symbol in our diocesan history, erected by former priest John Salazar, whose later abuse conviction reminds us how painful chapters of the Church’s past must be faced honestly as we seek healing and communion.

While we recognize your thoughtful suggestion for a renewed dialogue on Bishop Matthiesen, the present circumstances do not present an opportunity for it. I think it would foster division not dialogue. We remain confident in God’s providence and hopeful for what the future may bring.

from a letter dated March 5, 2026

Solemnity of the Annunciation of the Lord

The Annunciation by Paolo de Matteis.
Observed by
Christianity
Type
Christian
Date
25 March
Frequency
annual
Related to
Christmas DayLady DayMarch equinox

Ahaz wishes to get things done
but he prefers the machinery of Assyria
to the mystery of God.

The Psalm corrects him gently, but firmly:

Sacrifice or offering you wished not,
but ears open to obedience.

And then comes the great reversal:

A body you prepared for me.”

God does not merely command—
He enters.

And finally, in Nazareth,
a young woman speaks the most dangerous word in history:

“May it be done to me according to your word.”

She does not say,
“May it be done once I understand.”
Or,
“May it be done once I am prepared.”

Simply—done.

“Anything worth doing is worth doing right.”

Which, in practice, meant
I often did very little.

For I would wait—
wait until I had gathered enough confidence,
enough preparation,
enough inner certainty
to justify beginning.

And so many things remained…
undone.

Or worse,
done poorly at the last possible moment.

Then, somewhere along the way,
I encountered a far more liberating heresy:

“Anything worth doing is worth doing badly.”

It sounded almost sinful—
until I tried it.

And suddenly, things began to happen.

Not perfectly.
Not impressively.
But truly.

I began to act
before I was ready.
To pray
without waiting for the perfect mood.
To begin
without the perfect plan.

And something curious occurred:

What was once undone
became done
and, in time,
done better.

I begin to suspect
that my greatest obstacle
is not weakness,
but hesitation.

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We imagine that holiness requires
the perfect conditions,
the perfect clarity,
the perfect offering.

But God, in His infinite humor,
chooses a different method:

He waits for a yes.

Not a polished yes.
Not a fully informed yes.

Just a yes.

Mary’s greatness is not that she understood everything—
but that she allowed something to be done.

And once that is done,
everything changes.

For Christianity is not the story of man
getting things done for God—

I confess that I often wait
for the perfect moment
to begin.

I delay obedience
in the name of preparation.

I withhold action
until I feel worthy.

But You do not ask for perfection—
You ask for surrender.

Give me the courage
to say yes
before I am ready.

To begin
before I am certain.

To pray
even when I feel nothing.

Let Your will be done in me—
not when I have perfected myself,
but here and now,
in my imperfection.

Laudato si’ §49

Transformation begins not with grand gestures,
but with small, faithful acts of responsibility.

Today, I will choose obedience over perfection:

Communion is the Diocese of Amarillo’s Centennial pillar for March
  • I will do one thing I have been delaying—simply and imperfectly.
  • I will listen to others rather than waiting to have the “right” answer.
  • I will walk synodally—trusting that God works through the imperfect steps of a community.

For communion is not built
by waiting until everything is perfect,
but by allowing something good
to be done.

A declaration of commitment—
that something has been decided and completed.
A reminder that the most important things in life
are not endlessly debated,
but chosen.
A humorous look at the illusion of completion—
revealing that what we think is “done
often leads to something deeper.
For in God’s hands,
done” is often just the beginning.
Kick off your day with 5 minutes of faith! Revised Standard Version (RSV) translation New Testament: • Luke 6:27-36 • Matthew 18:21 Old Testament: • Proverbs 25:21-22 Catechism of the Catholic Church: • Paragraph 1970 • Paragraph 2263 Takeaways: • Saint Jerome taught that responding to someone’s wrongdoing with kindness can soften their heart, burn away their anger, and lead them to repentance. • When someone annoys you…like cutting you off in traffic…try praying for them instead of reacting in anger. • If people insult or mistreat you because of your faith, stay faithful and hopeful. Jesus promises that your reward in heaven will be great.
If starting a conversation at church feels like a leap of faith…you’re not alone. 🙏 You know the moment — you lock eyes with someone after church, and suddenly you’re spiritually obligated to say something. 👀 Panic sets in, and now you’re deeply invested in the nearest exit sign. “What do I say?” “Is this weird?” “Do I abort mission?” 😬 This week on The Introverted Apostle, we’re diving into the art of starting conversations without overthinking yourself into silence…moving past the awkward and into authentic connection, one small, brave step at a time. And yes…we’re laughing our way through it, because let’s be honest — we’ve all been there. 😅
Move over, celebrity sightings…this is a Sacred Heart sighting! ❤️ Duane and Theresa are popping up in parishes everywhere, helping families put Christ at the heart of their homes and spreading devotion that’s anything but half-hearted. But wherever they go, they’re on fire for the Sacred Heart of Jesus. 🔥 In this episode, Duane and Theresa talk First Fridays, 12 powerful promises, and why enthroning your home might be the best “heart upgrade” you’ll ever make. Warning: Sacred Heart enthusiasm may be contagious. ❤️🔥
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Memorial in the Grotto of St. Mary’s Cathedral. The inscription says:
In memory of the death of innocence of the victims of clergy sexual abuse. When innocence dies…a life stops. It is essential that we never forget.
I was one of “the few” Bishop Zurek spoke of in this letter. He first posted it in August of 2019, and in response to my, “calling out all the more“, he kept reposting it atop the diocesan news page until December 11, 2019. There it remains to this day.
Fr. Ed Graff, brought here from Philadelphia by Bishop Matthiesen, was arrested in 2002 for sexually assaulting a minor and died later that year in jail. Despite the harm linked to his ministry, he was buried in an honored section of Llano Cemetery among our pioneering clergy — a decision that continues to wound survivors and raise hard questions for our diocese.
A tribute to Bishop Matthiesen—now a complex symbol in our diocesan history, erected by former priest John Salazar, whose later abuse conviction reminds us how painful chapters of the Church’s past must be faced honestly as we seek healing and communion.

While we recognize your thoughtful suggestion for a renewed dialogue on Bishop Matthiesen, the present circumstances do not present an opportunity for it. I think it would foster division not dialogue. We remain confident in God’s providence and hopeful for what the future may bring.

from a letter dated March 5, 2026