Tuesday of the Fifth Week of Lent

I searched for a place
that would feel like my own,
in city-lit streets
and fields overgrown.

But land cannot answer
the ache of the soul—
for belonging is found
in a deeper control.

Not where I am standing,
but whom I am of—
I belong not to earth,
but to Heaven above.

Monday of the Fifth Week of Lent

I bristled at noise,
at horn and delay—
yet death passed quietly
unnoticed that day.

But He, undisturbed
by insult or breath,
was shaken instead
by the presence of death.

Lord, reorder my heart—
let me see what You see:
to be rightly perturbed
is to be truly free.

If you’d like, I can also create a matching image with “perturbed” in purple to complete your Lent series.

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Connect this quote explicitly to “Communion”, The Diocese of Amarillo Centennial pillar for March, in the form of a question to myself that includes the word “perturbed”: We need faces and voices to speak for people again. We need to cherish the gift of communication as the deepest truth of humanity, to which all technological innovation should also be oriented.

In this season of Communion, am I allowing myself to be rightly perturbed by the absence of real faces and voices in my relationships, so that I might reclaim communication as a sacred encounter—choosing presence over distance and ensuring that even the tools I use serve genuine human connection rather than replace it?

Fifth Sunday of Lent

I bristled at noise,
at horn and delay—
yet death passed quietly
unnoticed that day.

But He, undisturbed
by insult or breath,
was shaken instead
by the presence of death.

Lord, reorder my heart—
let me see what You see:
to be rightly perturbed
is to be truly free.

If you’d like, I can also create a matching image with “perturbed” in purple to complete your Lent series.

Yes create that image incorporating this photo
Image created
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edit this image by showing the image of me contemplating as having white hair and no beard
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Connect this quote explicitly to “Communion”, The Diocese of Amarillo Centennial pillar for March, in the form of a question to myself that includes the word “perturbed”: We need faces and voices to speak for people again. We need to cherish the gift of communication as the deepest truth of humanity, to which all technological innovation should also be oriented.

In this season of Communion, am I allowing myself to be rightly perturbed by the absence of real faces and voices in my relationships, so that I might reclaim communication as a sacred encounter—choosing presence over distance and ensuring that even the tools I use serve genuine human connection rather than replace it?

Saturday of the Fourth Week of Lent

They said they knew
where He was from—
as if truth were tied
to a place on the sun.

But He came from depths
no map could chart—
from the Father’s will
to the human heart.

And I, who boast
of where I’ve begun,
forget each day
where I am from.

Solemnity of Saint Joseph, Spouse of the Blessed Virgin Mary

I planned a quiet exit—
a dignified retreat from the strange.

But God spoke in a dream
and called me to remain.

Holiness is not escape—
but staying
when love makes no sense.

Wednesday of the Fourth Week of Lent

I filled out my bracket
with confidence and care—

but heaven is not won
by predictions.

The Judge does not consult
my rankings.

He only asks:

What did you do
with the grace
you were given?

Tuesday of the Fourth Week of Lent (Optional Memorial of Saint Patrick, Bishop)

I say I am doing well—
and perhaps I am.

But Christ asks a deeper question
than grammar can answer.

Not “How are you?”
but

“Do you want to be well?”

Monday of the Fourth Week of Lent

Life writes its plans in pencil,
God answers them in ink.

We promise perfect faith—
unless the world interrupts.

But grace waits patiently
somewhere along the road
between prayer
and home.

Fourth Sunday of Lent

Parents learn the strangest truth of all:
children are not merely born to them—
they are born for them.

For a child can open blind eyes
more surely than clay and water,
and teach a grown man to see
the Kingdom of God.