The Path I Didn’t Know Was Waiting

Earlier in my life, I thought I was being called to be an Episcopal priest. Sarah and Elizabeth were both little, and I don’t think Rachael was born yet. We were attending an Episcopal church out in Pottsboro at the time, and I was close to the priest, Father Forrest. When I spoke to him,…

In Memory of My Friend, Deacon Walter Johnson

Today, I am reposting my friend Deacon Walter Johnson’s eulogy that I had the honor of writing and delivering at his Requiem Mass two years ago. This is in honor of his passing and also of his birthday, which was yesterday. Walter was a good friend of mine through St. Thomas the Apostle, and I…

What My Brother Taught Me About Grace

I was thinking today about how my brother George faced one of the greatest adversities of his life shortly after he got sober. His life changed abruptly after a small, non-healing sore in his mouth was diagnosed as cancer, and two weeks later he was at M.D. Anderson preparing to have his jaw and the…

Mother Mary, Religion and Me

I have two icons of St. Mary holding baby Jesus that are in the cabinet next to where I am sitting here in the living room. The icons are both gifts from our priest, Father Ian Elliott Davies at St. Thomas the Apostle, Hollywood. In both, Mary is looking right at me, as if she…