Rest In Peace, Pope Francis!

Pope Francis, the 266th Pope of the Catholic Church, passed away on Easter Monday, April 21, 2025, shortly after his last appearance to the world on Easter Sunday. He was born in Argentina on December 17, 1936. In his twenties, Jorge Mario Bergoglio underwent surgery to remove portions of his lung that had been affected by a severe respiratory infection. This health issue continued to impact him as he aged. 

In the weeks leading up to his passing, many Catholics feared they were losing him while he was hospitalized, but it was not yet his time. Although he could not conduct Easter services, he deeply missed being with his congregation. He was released from the hospital after 38 days and returned to the Vatican. On Easter Sunday, he was wheeled to the Central Loggia of St. Peter’s Basilica, where he waved at the cheering crowds. He found the strength to thank his nurse and bless the masses, expressing his desire to be with those who loved him. He skipped the meeting with Vice President J. D. Vance but had one of his cardinals relay and repeat his message on compassion that touched on migration.

Elected in 2013, Cardinal Bergoglio took the name Francis. St. Francis of Assisi was known for his devotion to the poor and love for service. He renounced wealth and luxury. Pope Francis took this lifestyle, too. He was known for walking alongside the people and living as they did. Although he could have resided in the extravagant quarters of previous popes, he chose to live in the Vatican’s Guesthouse, a modest suite. 

Pope Francis will be remembered as the People's Pope, a leader who encouraged love and mercy among all. He wanted to see unity among Christian Churches and was never afraid to speak out against injustices. Yet, many conservative clergy within the church saw him as a threat because he welcomed all into the church. He had welcomed sinners who were not accepted anywhere else. He had changed the traditions of the papacy, and the enemy within the church had issues with anyone who followed Christ. Who will stand up now in his place? Who is unafraid of vindictive and hateful forces of evil?

Pope Francis’ funeral will be this Saturday, April 26, 2025. Dignitaries around the world will attend, and security will be tight. I pray that peace will prevail, and no one will do anything to disgrace the moment. The world needs a day of peace, even if it’s temporary.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sources: Vatican News, April 21, 2025

Mindfulness!

The practice of self-awareness has a rich history, yet it often deepens and evolves as one navigates the passage of time. Each year, mindful individuals become increasingly attuned to the subtle transformations within themselves, both body and spirit. They may observe the gradual changes in their physical form, such as the softening of the skin, the shifting contours of their faces, and the surprising appearance of grey hairs sprouting from the nose and ears. 

Reflecting on their youth, many might recall witnessing these signs of aging in their elders, and this observation often sparks a sense of wonder. Did those older generations truly acknowledge the march of time, or did they overlook these fleeting signs of life’s inevitable progression? I’m sure they had enough concerns with living during those times. Not much different than now. Different times, different problems.

In the exuberance of youth, distractions abound, making it easy for young people to prioritize what seems urgent over what truly matters. The concerns of earlier years, which once felt paramount, can fade into the background as one grows wiser. This evolution underscores the unique advantages of youth while simultaneously illuminating a profound aspect of maturity: the gradual acceptance of change and the enriched understanding of oneself that comes with embracing the journey of growing up.

Reflecting on my experiences, I realize that my mind can simultaneously spin through a thousand ideas. Yet, in practical terms, I can only focus on a single task at any given moment. It’s as if I wander through a labyrinth of thoughts, often feeling momentarily disoriented. To counteract this mental whirlwind, I seek engaging tasks that capture my attention, particularly in the garden. Working around the yard grounds me and immerses me in nature's vibrant colors and textures, providing a refreshing sanctuary for my restless mind.

Yet, I find it essential to nurture the deeply rooted belief that I possess a purpose—a sense of worth and a duty to guide those who may tread the path I have walked before. I often reflect on the profound Biblical truth, “When I was a child, I acted like a child, but now that I am a man…” We have transcended the fleeting days of our youth; we are no longer the carefree teenagers of 40 or 50 years past. As we embark upon the latter chapters of our journey, navigating this course with intention and integrity is imperative. In this realization, we come to terms with the fact that control was never truly ours to wield, and it remains elusive even now. I must confess that there are moments when I feel utterly adrift, uncertain of how to occupy my time. Yet, paradoxically, I find myself caught in the relentless grasp of a schedule that never seems to allow me the freedom to pursue the things I genuinely desire. That is writing, researching my ancestry, playing word puzzles, walking, learning new things, watching new television programs, and traveling.

Is mindfulness truly making a difference in my life? The answer is a resounding yes! Through consistent practice, I have become better at organizing, compartmentalizing, and managing my thoughts, which used to swirl chaotically in my mind. I often found myself weighed down by the burdensome “wouldas,” “couldas,” and “shouldas” from my past—regrets that seemed to cling to me like shadows.

The journey hasn’t been easy; I face persistent challenges each day. Some guilt lingers from choices I wish I could redo, regret tugs at my heart when I recall missed opportunities, doubt creeps in and makes me question my abilities, and fear can sometimes be overwhelming. These emotions distract me from focusing on the present moment and the positive steps I want to take.

However, I have come to view this struggle as a daily battle, and each time I push through the negativity, I feel a sense of victory. Mindfulness practices—deep breathing, meditation, and grounding techniques—have equipped me with the tools to confront and overcome these obstacles. With each small triumph, I gain more clarity and strength, helping me cultivate a peaceful, resilient mindset. Everyone has personal issues; none of us is exempt.

Lord, the journey has not been easy. I placed my faith in the redemptive nature of humanity, believing it could shine brighter than divine salvation. I clung to the hope that a singular source, a beacon of promise, would elevate me from the shadows of isolation into the radiant embrace of comfort and abundance. I doubted that Your Grace would offer me more than the fleeting support of man. The lessons I’ve learned have come at a steep price, revealing the depth of my misjudgment in the harshest ways. Forgive me. I refuse to become a foolish older man.

Father!

A poignant memory of my father's absenteeism resurfaced while I was discussing my brief military career with my wife. I found myself grappling with a haunting question: if my father had been present during those pivotal moments when I was contemplating whether to leave or extend my service, how different might my path have been if he had been there to offer guidance? My wife sensed the bitterness in my voice, a lingering shadow of a wound that I had never truly forgiven. I reassured her that I had come to terms with my feelings long before his passing, but as the conversation unfolded, I began to wonder if I had genuinely reconciled in full. 

My wife often reminds me of a nurturing mother, embodying the spirit of selflessness. She has devoted her life to the well-being of our children, sacrificing her dreams for their happiness. When I turned sixteen, my mother navigated the challenges of single parenthood, bestowing us a wealth of attention and love. With unwavering determination, she resolved that her boys would not find themselves imprisoned by poor choices or buried too soon. 

After returning home from the seminary, I was met with the stark reality of my parents' divorce, a revelation that felt like a seismic shift in my life. As the eldest, I instinctively assumed the mantle of responsibility, eager to support my mother however I could. My younger brother, just two years my junior, was a spirited force of nature, often testing the bounds of our relationship. With punishment off the table and frustration building, our disagreements frequently erupted into spirited battles, a testament to the complexities of brotherhood amidst the upheaval of our lives.

As a child, I vividly recall seeing my father returning home from work, his big, black lunch box swinging by his side and his trousers rolled up to reveal his weathered ankles. He would call out to us, the laughter of our play echoing in the air, before disappearing into the house to change clothes for the evening ahead. My mother, gentle and soft-spoken like my wife, worked the night shift at the hospital, her hands often tenderly caring for little ones in the pediatrics department. Occasionally, we would hear the distant sounds of their disagreements—sharp words cutting through the air—but those moments were few and far between, like fleeting shadows in the warm glow of our family life.

My father was well-known in the neighborhood for giving pocket change to the kids our age, but we barely got words of encouragement from him. The other kids would tell us what house they saw him in when he should have been home with us. My baby brother expressed his dislike of him, whereas I hid my contempt and disappointment. But, one day, that all changed when I turned seventeen and back home. 

Just before sunset, we heard a knock at the door one evening. It was my father, and we were taken aback to see his arm wrapped in blood-soaked cloths. He asked if he could speak with Mom, hoping she would be able to tend to his injury, as he had been hurt in an altercation. My brother and I felt strongly about not letting him in. However, my mother, a nurse and a compassionate person, chose to help him despite our objections. She carefully treated his wound, stitched him up, and sent him on his way.

Initially, my brother and I were frustrated with her decision. We couldn't understand why she would assist someone who had caused us pain. Mom took the time to explain her reasoning to us, emphasizing her belief in the importance of helping others regardless of their past actions. This experience reminded us of her values and her unwavering kindness, which ultimately served as a lesson in empathy and compassion.

Not long after, Mom received a letter that my father had relocated to another state to stay with his sister. I found myself following in his footsteps by joining the Navy, the same branch of service, at the age of nineteen. My decision was driven by necessity; the military offered a reliable source of income, allowing me to send monthly payments to support Mom. When the day finally came for my discharge from the Navy, a mix of anticipation and apprehension filled me as I had lingering questions for my father. 

However, he had already moved from his sister’s home, leaving no forwarding address. For over two decades, none of us heard from him. It wasn’t until my uncle, his brother, informed Mom that my father had returned, now residing five blocks away in an assisted living facility, that we learned of his presence. 

Despite the passing years, he remained shrouded in embarrassment and shame, refusing to visit us, and ultimately, none of us sought to reconnect with him. Mom wanted us to see him, but we couldn’t bring ourselves. In a striking display of compassion, she would cook him dinner and deliver it herself, fully aware that we held no inclination to see him again. 

Mom dedicated herself to shaping my upbringing, often reiterating the age-old commandment to honor your father and mother. She emphasized that despite everything, he remained my father, urging me to embrace forgiveness as a vital step toward healing and moving beyond the burdens of the past. I was encouraged to rise above my pride and visit him—an idea that lingered for years. 

Finally, in my forties, I confronted this chapter of my life. As I approached the door, my heart raced with anticipation and trepidation. When the door creaked open, I was met by my father, who stood before me with an oxygen tank by his side. The man I once knew as towering and robust appeared diminished, frail, and burdened by time. In an instant, a wave of sympathy washed over me, and I couldn't help but see a reflection of my fears in his weakened state. 

I felt an overwhelming regret as I confronted the image of an unfulfilled life that loomed before me, one I desperately wanted to avoid. My brother, who had grown, married, and settled far away with his family, was now a distant figure in this narrative. He and his wife had embraced the call of duty, joined the military, and built a lovely life, never looking back to acknowledge our father. The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. My father and I apologized and agreed to forgiveness, but were they empty words? We’ll never know.

I must compliment my wife on her wisdom and understanding. She is very much like my mother. I can see that I haven’t let go of my issues with my father. I’m still addressing him as my father, not Dad. I even remember calling him Mister so and so, too. As I have gotten older, I have several unresolved issues to address, a few of which my wife has pointed out.

Uncanny Familiarity!

Sometimes, I find myself pondering the intriguing phenomenon of déjà vu. I often wonder how many people have genuinely experienced or even know what it means. The Oxford Dictionary defines déjà vu as “a feeling of having already experienced the present situation.” There have been moments in my life when I felt an uncanny familiarity with the circumstances unfolding around me, as if I were caught in a time loop. Though the outcome may differ each time, specific details feel strikingly similar, as if they echo the past. Could we have encountered these scenarios before, perhaps in a previous life?

In various cultures, there's a fascinating belief in reincarnation, the idea that our souls are reborn after death to seek redemption and atonement for our past sins. This belief presents life as an opportunity for a “do-over,” where we emerge as a new being devoid of memories from our past. It's a concept that carries a certain weight, suggesting our journeys are cyclical, each life a chance to grow and learn. I’ve even heard people remark, “That baby has been here before; it possesses a familiar essence.” They might note a particular look, a stance, or a mannerism reminiscent of someone long gone, hinting at an invisible thread connecting generations across time.

Engaging in morally and ethically sound behavior can be challenging, especially when faced with societal pressures for acceptance. Many individuals tend to conform to social norms to fit in. However, Christians have a clear directive to distinguish themselves from the majority, often described as being a “peculiar people.” This call emphasizes the importance of aligning one's actions with one's faith and values despite the difficulties that may arise from deviating from societal expectations.

As we age, we accumulate a vast array of experiences, each imprinting itself on our minds, while simultaneously, we find that many of these memories fade into obscurity. These recollections, buried deep within the recesses of our minds, often lie dormant until a specific trigger brings them back to the forefront. This phenomenon can manifest as déjà vu, where a familiar scene, scent, or sensation stirs something long forgotten, creating an eerie connection to the past. In such moments, we may be transported back in time, reliving fragments of joy, sadness, or lessons learned, even if we can’t recall the exact details. This interplay between memory and experience enriches our lives yet reminds us of the fleeting nature of time and the hidden treasures within our histories. In other words, it’s a mind thing.

We are at a critical turning point that requires careful evaluation of our future directions. It's imperative that we get our lives organized and align our minds, hearts, and souls with God. When circumstances remind us of similarities, let us pray for wisdom to make the right decisions that benefit us and our loved ones.

 

Rebellion Or Redemption

    I wrestle with the clash between my fleshly desires and spiritual aspirations each day. One moment, I felt an earnest longing to submit to God's Will, to align my thoughts and actions with a higher purpose. Yet, in the blink of an eye, I can quickly become distracted by the temptations and pressures of the mundane world, pulling me away from that divine path I strive to follow.

    Some days are undeniably more challenging than others. On the days when I succeed in quieting the noise around me, when I manage to set aside distractions and truly focus on following God's Will, I experience an unmistakable sense of peace. My thoughts become clear, my mind feels less cluttered, and a profound simplicity washes over my daily tasks. Those moments of clarity allow me to embrace a more profound connection with my spirituality, illuminating my path and reminding me of the beauty of surrendering to that higher calling.

    Surrendering to a higher power entails an immense sense of humility and stepping back from one’s ego and desires. I often grapple with the notion of vulnerability, as I’m not particularly adept at demonstrating what some might perceive as weakness; even acknowledging this struggle feels tinged with pride. Yet, here I stand today, firmly anchored by the unwavering love that God has bestowed upon me. His boundless goodness and mercy have been my lifeline, nurturing and sustaining me throughout every chapter of my life. Without His relentless Grace, I cannot fathom where I would be now.

    I admit to my moments of foolishness and ignorance, recognizing that we all stumble through life with our missteps. In a world where the political and social landscape feels increasingly tumultuous and fraught with division, I question what actions I can take to effect change. Beyond the power of the pen—writing letters, articulating my thoughts—or participating in elections through voting, I often wonder what more I can contribute to this complex dialogue. Changing someone else's mind or heart feels insurmountable, especially when I sometimes struggle to alter my perspectives.

    However, at the core of this journey lies the theme of redemption, a profound reminder that God’s compassion is vast and available to anyone who seeks forgiveness. In that belief, I find hope, clinging to the understanding that even in my limitations, there is a path toward grace and renewal for all who earnestly seek it.

    Recent observations have led me to reflect on the impact of aging on my viewpoint. During a recent drive, I encountered a person lying on the concrete outside a bus stop at a busy intersection, covered in blankets and cardboard, seemingly unresponsive amidst morning traffic. Moments later, I saw a young man holding a sign that read “Need help” at another intersection just two miles away. This experience prompted me to consider the potential for meaningful change in one of the wealthiest countries in the world. If society could prioritize the needs of vulnerable populations, including those facing social, economic, and mental health challenges, there might be opportunities for permanent relief. As I drove past these individuals, I hoped for a more compassionate approach to supporting those in need.

    The world today is engulfed in a vibrant public rebellion, a phenomenon not unlike those seen in ancient times. One might label this era modern, yet fundamentally, there is nothing new under the sun. I hold a sincere conviction that the trajectory of this cycle of rebellion can be altered if not entirely transformed. History has recorded this and should not be erased to protect the future. We should learn from our mistakes and not repeat them.

    To break the unrest, the sins of previous generations, even those that did not directly involve the present descendants, must be acknowledged and addressed. Instead, many current generations find themselves reaping the rewards of these same transgressions—indulging in the allure of idolatry, embracing wealth, wielding power, and basking in a sense of entitlement—rather than standing up against the injustices perpetuated by their forebears. The moment is now! No one will take away anything you have. Sacrifice your pride, not your morals. Otherwise, the enemy from the outside will destroy the nation from the inside.

    There lurks an unmistakable fear among them, a concern that speaking out might result in the loss of what was wrongfully seized from the ancestors of others. Consequently, we are entangled in a mutual quest for comfort and an idealized lifestyle, often at the expense of striving for a more profound existence within the Kingdom of God. Despite the transient nature of our earthly lives, our thoughts frequently gravitate toward what legacy we will leave behind rather than contemplating the eternal consequences of our choices, whether hellish or blissful.

Righteous vs Rebellious!

I used to believe that righteousness was synonymous with holiness, a lofty ideal that felt impossibly out of reach. My mind, steeped in a carnal perspective, viewed righteousness almost as a distant star; I could admire it, yet never hope to touch it. The weight of my sins loomed heavy, convincing me that spiritual purity was an unattainable goal for someone like me. It wasn't until I delved into the dictionary that I began to peel back the layers of my misunderstanding. According to Merriam-Webster, "righteous" is acting according to divine or moral law, embodying a state free from guilt or sin, and exhibiting a justifiable moral compass. This definition struck me, yet I still struggled with being free from sin or possessing virtuous morals. It became increasingly clear that my inclination to resist what was right, in favor of what was wrong, was a form of rebellion against God’s commandments, a silent act of defiance that I had failed to recognize until now.

Rebellious was defined as tending to fight against or disobey authority; it suggests being stubborn, defiant, and uncontrollable. This description reflects how I once lived, and in retrospect, I’m ashamed.

I found myself out of alignment with God’s Will, living an imbalanced life that I didn’t fully recognize then. Distractions consumed me—chasing material success, seeking validation from others, and neglecting my spiritual health. In this state of rebellion, I thought I was in control, but the deeper I ventured into this chaotic lifestyle, the more disconnected I felt from my true purpose. It took a moment of reflection and inner turmoil to realize that I had strayed far from the path of peace and fulfillment that comes from living in harmony with divine guidance.

Divine Guidance has been a fundamental aspect of existence since the creation of the Earth. Each day was designed with specific purposes, reflecting a divine order established by God. The sequence of days showcases the potential of creation, highlighting how much can be accomplished within a six-day framework. A seventh day is dedicated to rest and reflection, allowing humanity to express gratitude and recognize achievements throughout the week.

The calendar is also structured to align with the natural cycles of seasons and time, intended to support human life. However, humans have altered these systems throughout history to fit their needs, often deviating from the original divine plan. This deviation can be traced back to the early moments of human existence, where the Fall from Eden symbolizes a departure from divine alignment. The influence of a rebellious angel, Satan, led to the introduction of rebellion into the world and a subsequent misalignment of humanity with God’s intentions. Humans possess the inherent ability to discern between good and evil, yet they chose to disregard this understanding, resulting in a discord with the divine design.

Throughout the Books of the Bible, numerous examples illustrate how the faithful fought against those who opposed God's laws. "righteous" refers to individuals who possess strong moral values, adhere to God's will, and observe His commandments. However, this can also raise questions about judgment, particularly regarding the distinction between those deemed "right" and those who may be perceived as "wrong" and deserving of punishment.

I express this sentiment because it is evident that rebellions are erupting across our nation and around the globe. The tumultuous nature of humanity's defiance against order and authority will persist until we wholeheartedly align ourselves with God's divine will. Amidst this widespread chaos and uncertainty, we must seek clarity, truth, and understanding from the One who graciously imparts wisdom to all who earnestly seek it.

 

Always The Good Shepherd!!!

The other day, as I was darting around town running errands, I couldn’t help but notice the overwhelming gridlock on the roads. It was mid-morning, when you’d expect things to be relatively calm, not the chaotic surge I witnessed. I found myself pondering the origin of all these vehicles and the thoughts swirling in the minds of their drivers. 

Living in a vibrant college town adjacent to a bustling military base means my surroundings are a tapestry of students bustling with ambition and retirees enjoying the leisurely pace of life. The atmosphere is always charged with energy, yet on that day, it felt different—more urgent. 

With massive executive orders looming on the horizon, promising cuts and freezes that will ripple through our community, it struck me that we can’t afford to drive around aimlessly. Each car on the road seemed to carry a purpose, an unsaid mission with a destination etched in mind. Maybe, just maybe, we’re all navigating through the same storm, seeking clarity amid the uncertainty. It shouldn’t surprise anyone that we have more in common than differences. Yet, I feel the one difference that has separated many of us has always been the colors of our skin.

People chase their unique happiness in a free, vibrant nation, driven by personal goals and desires. Yet, in this pursuit, they often set aside the spirit of unity, prioritizing individual satisfaction over collective strength. With these new changes, many see societal alterations that can and will affect us all. Why are our elected leaders not standing up for the people, instead of sacrificing us to the wolves that are foreign and domestic? 

I’m reminded of the biblical verses about the Good Shepherd in John 10. It doesn’t matter which version; they may be written differently but have the same meaning. I’m using the New International Version (NIV).

“11 I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. 12 The hired hand is not the shepherd and does not own the sheep. So when he sees the wolf coming, he abandons the sheep and runs away. Then the wolf attacks the flock and scatters it. 13 The man runs away because he is a hired hand and cares nothing for the sheep. 14 “I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me— 15 just as the Father knows me and I know the Father—and I lay down my life for the sheep. 16 I have other sheep that are not of this sheep pen. I must bring them also. They too will listen to my voice, and there shall be one flock and one shepherd.”

The Good Shepherd selflessly lays down his life to safeguard his flock, a collection of wandering souls who have strayed, captivated instead by those who chase after their ambitions. This growing distance between the shepherd and his flock paints a poignant picture of alienation. Yet, beneath the shadows of their separation, the Shepherd's sacrifice resonates with profound significance, echoing through the corridors of time. As the seasons change and the years unfold, he will ultimately return, a figure of unwavering authority, to judge the flock with compassion and righteousness for all eternity.