Category Archives: Diocese of Amarillo

New wine does not mock the old vine, but it will not be trapped by yesterday’s fear. What survives the winter is not the leaf— but the root that dares to drink again.

I pointed with my finger, but forgot my knees. I spoke of justice but forgot the Lamb. He takes away sin—not by shouting it down, but by carrying it home.

I broke the ice, not because the water was gone, but because it could no longer be reached. The Gospel does not fear need. It sits down beside it, calls it by name, and says: Follow me.

It was easier to leave the pipes underground, easier to drag hoses across the yard. But water remembers its first path, and grace remembers where it was meant to flow.

The banner rose. The warning fell. Christ healed—and then withdrew. Not from mercy, but from noise. O Church, beware the branch that remembers what the ribbon forgets.

I mistook the crowd for calling, and noise for holy proof, but Purpose walked past the shouting and knelt where prayer told the truth.

I came expecting noise, but truth spoke softly. I came seeking answers, but found amazement. And in the silence left behind,
Christ remained.

He did not say remember, but repent. Not preserve, but follow. The Kingdom came quietly—and I must turn to face it.