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.

Memorial of Saint Cecilia, Virgin and Martyr

Pawprints in the soil and footprints in the soul—bishops rise, bishops fall, yet the lost still wait to be made whole. Grant us oil in our lamps till the Bridegroom draws near,
and a Church that sings truth more loudly than fear.