Saturday of the Thirty-fourth Week in Ordinary Time

Spirit aching, dawn undone, yet still I rise and face the sun. Two days dark, no Mass in sight—still I choose the Advent light.

Friday of the Thirty-fourth Week in Ordinary Time

The bells rang — but the chapel stayed dark; Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John calling out to a flock still waiting for truth. Until we tear down what hides our wounds, no dawn will break across this Diocese.

Thanksgiving Day

Nala slips through shadows like a secret I’d rather ignore—yet still her pawprints expose what my heart wants to hide. So I turn back, like the healed Samaritan,
to give thanks for the God who cleanses what I’d leave unseen
and calls me home to truth, not pretense.

Wednesday of the Thirty-fourth Week in Ordinary Time

“An owl cries judgment in the branches, warning those who claim ‘persecution’—yet Christ still stands with the wounded ones,
and perseverance turns victims into prophets.”