Tuesday of the Thirty-fourth Week in Ordinary Time

I drove home with hay in the truck bed, thinking of shepherds and stones. Some build temples from silence, others protect the flock with truth. And I—still crying out—wait for the one who will hear the sheep before the shouting fades.

Memorial of Saint Andrew Dŭng-Lạc, Priest, and Companions, Martyrs

Two coins, two seeds —offered out of season. Martyrs burned bright, the widow gave all,
and I —I plant in cold soil, enduring to the end until grace makes it grow.

Solemnity of Our Lord Jesus Christ, King of the Universe

a burning bush blazes in my yard,
rooted, obedient, ordered to God—but I am the one anointed to choose. Christ my King whispers, “fear God, and rule what is yours with justice.” even the diocese, even the Centennial, awaits the courage of a king who remembers—Paradise opens to the one who asks.