Category Archives: Diocese of Amarillo

I wanted my light to win arguments, but Christ wanted it to warm rooms. I hid it for fear of offense, and He uncovered it for the sake of mercy. Light, it turns out, is not meant to be impressive—only faithful.

We gathered not to solve the past, Nor force tomorrow’s hand—But like the Mother on that long Saturday, We stood where hope still stands.

I stood between the crowd and the call, Between the banner and the bread, Perplexed not by doubt of You, O Lord, But by the noise that followed instead. Teach me the courage of martyrs’ calm,
The clarity born of faithful strife—For better perplexed with truth in hand Than certain, crowned, and wrong for life.

Dust on my feet, Grace in my bones, I leave no monument — Only the road where Christ has gone.

I took offense to guard the gate, but locked the King outside. Faith waits where comfort ends — where pride has stepped aside.

A hand in a crowd, A whisper, not loud —If grace is real, Then wounds can be healed. The world says “too late,” But faith nudges fate.

I asked for peace — He gave me flame. I asked for clarity — He showed my stain. I asked for light — He showed my core. I asked for love — He burned me more. And in the fire, strangely calm, I found His face —and lost my mask.

Blessed are the small, the sore, the still, The empty hands God loves to fill. The world cries “win!”— Christ whispers “rest”; We chase success… He calls us blessed.

The sea obeyed, the wind withdrew, The waves forgot what storms must do. Not louder faith, but quieter soul—And Christ was calm… and made me whole.

The seed I sowed in public fell where no one saw it rise,
But roots went down in secret soil beneath my restless cries.
The Kingdom grows in hidden ways no argument can prove God does His greatest work in hearts that learn to stay and move.