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.
Walk with the Paradoxical Pastoralist—where Laudato si', honest questions, and Lectio Divina meet.
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.