A Pilgrim's Platen

Trains, those noble and regal conveyances, stand as moving monuments to human ingenuity and ambition. To board a train is to step into a world apart, where one is transported not only across miles of landscape but also through time itself. In an age that often forgets the value of true craftsmanship, trains remain a rare blend of opulence and inspiration, infused with the grace and charm of a simpler and more dignified time. When one steps aboard a train, the sensation is that of entering another realm. Each carriage is a self-contained universe, full of its own rhythm and mystery. The sound of the tracks and the gentle sway of the carriages evoke a bygone era of refinement. One can easily imagine the tables to be draped with fine cloths, and a gleaming bar car inviting one to enjoy conversation and a warm meal, offering a touch of sophistication akin to the parlors of the past. Here, one is treated not simply as a passenger, but as a guest in a moving house of grandeur, where each de...

New beginnings possess a magnetic and irresistible charm, drawing us in with their promise of hope, renewal, and divine possibility. They are sacred opportunities that invite us to step into the unknown with joy and faith, offering us a fresh start that is filled with potential. For the Christian, these moments are more than just temporal changes, they are graced occasions to embrace God’s unfathomable mercy and transformative love. At the heart of new beginnings is a sense of hopeful optimism, an exhilarating blank slate that beckons us toward growth and change. They carry with them the sublime reminder that God, in His infinite mercy, allows us to begin again at each moment, free from the weight of past mistakes and forgiven by His boundless grace. Every new beginning is a reminder that God’s love is eternal, offering us an unending chance to start anew, to grow in holiness, and to reflect His light.

It is an ancient paradox, as quiet and soft as snow itself: we do not love winter for its bitter winds or frostbitten days. Rather, we treasure it for the way it teaches us to cherish warmth. Like a traveler who has braved icy roads and numbing gusts of air, we come to adore winter not for its chill, but for the embrace of hearth and home that follows. It is not the cold itself, but the contrast, the firelight against the darkness, the warmth within set against the frozen without, that awakens our spirits and softens our hearts. Christmas, then, is like a warm cup of coffee, held tenderly between our hands as we sit beside a frosted windowpane. The chill outside presses against the glass, but within, there is a kind of sanctuary, a refuge born of light and love. The steam rises softly from the rim of the cup, carrying with it the rich, earthy aroma of comfort. This simple cup, much like the Christmas season itself, reminds us that joy is often found in the simplest, most-regular pleasu...

And in the fourth watch of the night, he came to them walking upon the sea. And they seeing him walk upon the sea, were troubled, saying: It is an apparition. And they cried out for fear. And immediately Jesus spoke to them, saying: Be of good heart: it is I, fear ye not. And Peter making answer, said: Lord, if it be thou, bid me come to thee upon the waters. And he said: Come. And Peter going down out of the boat, walked upon the water to come to Jesus. But seeing the wind strong, he was afraid: and when he began to sink, he cried out, saying: Lord, save me. And immediately Jesus stretching forth his hand took hold of him, and said to him: O thou of little faith, why didst thou doubt? And when they were come up into the boat, the wind ceased. And they that were in the boat came and adored him, saying: Indeed thou art the Son of God. (St. Matthew 14:25-30)

Death is the ultimate and final unifying human experience. All die. Even God incarnate had to die. Death is an inescapable reality that all humans have to go through. It seems to me that most facts are disputed in the world. People dispute the existence of God. People dispute the shape of the earth. People dispute the health benefits of a certain diet. People dispute the existence of objective truth. There are always some people who dispute things that many people would take as facts. However, nobody disputes death. Every human seems to agree that people have died and that they will die one day as well. There is a large variety of understandings about what happens after you die, but everyone seems to agree that everyone dies. Humanity as we experience it seems to be designed to pass away.

On principle, I believe I am against organ concerts occurring in Catholic churches. This stems from my fundamental belief that the sanctuary of a Catholic church should be exclusively reserved for the worship of God within the liturgy. However, I have historically participated in activities that contradict this belief. I have attended non-liturgical public prayer in churches, listened to orations by Catholic speakers, and even observed rehearsals of musicians. While organ concerts still contradict my initial fundamental belief, I have recently found myself excusing their presence in churches for three reasons. Firstly, I greatly enjoy organ music and have a deep desire to experience it played live. Secondly, I believe that when I and others listen to the organ played well, our souls are lifted to praise and adoration of God. Lastly, in my immediate area, I do not believe there is a single non-church venue within a 250-mile radius that houses a proper acoustic organ. This leaves limited...

As autumn envelops the landscape, nature undergoes a dramatic transformation. The leaves turn fiery hues of red, orange, and gold, creating a breathtaking spectacle that captivates the heart. Everyone I know seems so incredibly fascinated with this season of autumn. These dramatic changes in the world around us seem to be alluring to all of my peers, and I will admit they are alluring to me as well. Yet, beneath this beauty lies a poignant reminder of mortality and decay, a reflection of the profound consequences of original sin. In this season of falling leaves and fading life, we are compelled to confront the unsettling connection between the beauty of autumn and the reality of human frailty.

The Eucharist, resplendent in its simplicity, stands as a divine enigma wrapped in the most unassuming of veils. Beneath the humble appearance of bread and wine lies the inexhaustible wellspring of God’s boundless love: a love that transcends time and space, reaching from Heaven to earth with a tender, infinite embrace. In this sacred rite, time itself is suspended, collapsing into a singular moment where the eternal mingles with the temporal. Here, in this most holy sacrament, I am invited into the timeless drama of salvation, a mystery not simply to be remembered but to be entered, body and soul. The bread, seemingly common, and the wine, with its familiar crimson hue, are transformed before my very eyes. What my senses perceive as ordinary becomes, in truth, extraordinary. This is My Body, This is My Blood . Words so simple yet so profound they echo throughout the corridors of eternity.

I return, yet again, to my habitual tendency of making absolute statements and subjective rankings of the divine tapestry of God's complex creation. Among all of creation, the glory of the ocean is unquestionably beyond compare. I am aware that this is just an opinion, but I firmly doubt that it is mine alone. The majesty of the ocean in all its grandeur, whether viewed from a beach or from a water vessel, is truly incredible. However, the ocean, in its utter vastness, is more than just what it appears to be from above. There is also a profound splendor and a deep mystery that exists beneath the waves, and a radiant splendor in the waves themselves.

The Queenship of the Blessed Virgin Mary is a title that draws us into the profound mystery of her role in salvation history, yet it is also a title inseparable from her deep and abiding suffering. To honor Mary as Queen is to recognize not only her exalted status but also the sorrows she endured with a mother’s heart, sorrows that were inextricably linked to her reign as the Queen of Heaven and earth. Mary’s queenship, far from being a crown of mere glory, is intertwined with a crown of thorns. From the moment of her glorious fiat, her joyful acceptance of God’s will was shadowed by the knowledge that her Son was destined for the fall and rise of many in Israel. Her journey from the Annunciation to Calvary was marked by a profound union with Christ’s redemptive suffering, a union that sanctified her role as the Queen of Sorrows. Consider the prophecy of Simeon, who told Mary that a sword would pierce her soul. This prophetic image is a key to understanding her queenship. Unlike earthl...

In moments of high stress and high stakes, it always seems that I must find something to do to relieve the pressure. If there is nothing I can do to ease the tension, then I must find something to occupy myself with, so that I feel as though I am alleviating the burden. One could argue that when there is nothing for me to accomplish, I act as what Saint Paul calls a mere busybody . After minimal reflection, one can quickly come to the conclusion that keeping oneself busy in times of stress allows one to feel as if they are solving problems. This is certainly the case with me. What happens when one cannot actually resolve the issues that are causing the stress? Once again, the instinct to stay busy often kicks in. It is clear that in these scenarios, what I must do is slow down and use the time I cannot spend solving problems to rest, despite the urge to act. I must rest, and I know I must rest because action is not possible.

For thousands and thousands of years of human history the vast majority of the population never once saw what a cloud looks like from above. They never saw what the earth looked like eight miles above the ground. These sights are ones that are now made available to a large portion of the human population and have only been available for the past one hundred years or so.  Many people today see these sights quite often, some only once every few years, but most people in today's society have flown on an aircraft and most people I encounter on aircrafts do not seem to care much for the sights at hand.

I have had the unique opportunity of attending a couple of weddings and a couple of ordinations in the past month or so. I have done much reflecting on weddings and marriage. I think I am due for a reflection on the priesthood. The first ordination I attended was the ordination of a diocesan bishop. This was a wonderfully glorious occasion and one that does not occur very often in any given diocese. It is rare enough for a diocese to receive a new bishop. It is even rarer for that bishop to be new to the office of bishop.  The mass for the ordination of our new bishop was one of the most incredible and grand masses I have ever attended. Each detail was perfectly planned and the weight of the task this humble man was being called to hung heavy in every moment. Each prayer and song was filled with emotion, not just because they were beautiful, but because the reality of what was happening was so beautiful. The new bishop addressed the people at the conclusion of mass with confidence,...

I am a man who often does not like new and exciting things. I often avoid variables in my life at all costs. I quite often prefer sitting in silence at home to spending time with a group of people. Some may label this as a virtue, but I think it more frequently manifests itself as a vice.  As a child, I, like most children, was excited by the concept of adventure. I enjoyed pretending I was a sailor searching for burying treasure and avoiding pirates or that I was an explorer of outer space investigating alien planets. As I matured, I grew comfortable with the mundane. I allowed myself to believe that life was not full of adventures and I convinced myself to accept the truth as a reality that needs to be accepted in order to "grow up". Recently I have been questioning if this is true. Do I really have to accept the fact that my life will not be full of adventures in order to grow up? Will my life be mundane if I live it correctly? 

Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. These few lines sit at the very beginning of T.S. Elliot’s famous Four Quartets: a great work that I do not pretend to understand or appreciate to the level it deserves.  If it were not that a man who is considered to be a great writer wrote these words, my instincts would be to interpret this first stanza from Elliot as foolish, repetitive and unproductive ramblings. If time is relative and its significance constantly reconnects to itself, then time as a linear existence does not seem to make sense, or at least it is significant. Today's events can be significant to me because of the way they relate to events that happened to me twenty years ago. That does not mean that this point in time is the same as the point in time twenty years ago, but it does mean that in a way, through my memory, my imagination, and the...

I recently traveled to Houlton, Maine, to participate in a seemingly national cultural event: the viewing of the total annular eclipse. It was not a journey that I had really planned out beforehand. The decision to go at all was in question up until the hour before I left. I made the trek up to the northern half of the state that I have learned to call home with a close friend of mine who had also awoken that morning, unsure of his participation in the journey. As we drove up with plenty of time to spare we could not help but notice the immense amount of traffic on a hundred-mile section of the interstate which rarely sees more than three cars at a time. It was clear to us that people wanted to see this eclipse. As rather lukewarm astronomers, we were unprepared for the mass of people we would encounter when we reached our viewing destination.

Morning exists for prayer, Daytime Exists for production, Evening exists for thought. This is a line that I laid out on my typewriter a month or so ago with little awareness of what I was writing. The framing of the sentence seems like it could be a profound one, however, when you actually read it and take two seconds to think about it, it is clear that it is far from profound. In fact, it may be utter nonsense. With that being stated, I will now try to defend the statement as true, at least in my personal experience. Morning is for prayer. I pray the best in the mornings. There is something uniquely peaceful and fruitful about offering your day to God before the day has begun. There is something about spending time reflecting on His word and listening for His voice in the morning that is different than any other time of day. It may simply be that it is the first thing and, therefore, it feels the most important. Or perhaps it is the other way around: it is the most important thing, so...

But Mary stayed outside the tomb weeping. And as she wept, she bent over into the tomb and saw two angels in white sitting there, one at the head and one at the feet where the body of Jesus had been. And they said to her, 'Woman, why are you weeping?' She said to them, 'They have taken my Lord, and I don’t know where they laid him.' When she had said this, she turned around and saw Jesus there, but did not know it was Jesus. Jesus said to her, 'Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you looking for?' She thought it was the gardener and said to him, 'Sir, if you carried him away, tell me where you laid him, and I will take him.' Jesus said to her, 'Mary!' She turned and said to him in Hebrew, 'Rabbouni,'  (St. John 20:11-15) Death is not the end. In many ways, it is the beginning of true Life. Jesus approaches a mourning woman with words of intimacy. He seeks for her to share her heart. For her to share why she weeps. She weeps because of de...

Christ's incarnation is an invitation from God to share in His life in a more full way. God stoops down to become man. In this way He invites me to become a man in the way he became a man. The Christian life of virtue flows from this concept. This is why people for thousands of years have devoted their life to understanding how Christ lived and how to imitate Him. In the same way, the Christian would point to pain and suffering as salvific if only because Christ shows us that it is. Christ suffered pain and died for the sins of all. If suffering was not salvific before Christ's incarnation, it certainly is now. Christ invites us to accept the pains of this world, just or unjust, in the same way that he did: as a means to sanctify and purify.

For many years I have avoided alcohol. I was of age for quite some time and not particularly concerned about addiction or scandal, but I never chose to drink. I would tell people it was because I really didn't want to. Which I think was true. The way I saw it, most alcohol is an acquired taste, meaning I would only enjoy it after much exposure. If that is the case, why would I acquire the taste? For social comfort? What I am drinking will never make me comfortable socially. Relatively recently, I have taken up the bottle. Not in an unhealthy way, but with some regularity. I began and have almost exclusively continued with whiskey. I have had many a bourbon, some scotch, some Irish whisky, and an American whiskey blend.

About two years ago I was sitting in my grandmother's living room, and we were discussing the books that we were reading. I do not remember what books we were discussing, but I remember her interrupting our discussion of a certain book to ask me if I had ever read The Way of a Pilgrim , I said that I had not, and she proceeded to tell me that it was her favorite book. She pointed it out to me on the shelf and told me that I should have it. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to give it away because it was her favorite book. She said to me that she had read it ten times already, and she figured that she would not need to read it again in her lifetime. Fast forward to last month, and I am presenting this book to my newly formed book club. We read it together in a month and spent a few hours discussing the book over wine, cheese, and crackers. My brief thoughts on the book are as follows.

It is a weird feeling being employment-free when everyone is working. It is especially weird living in a house with three other people that do have day jobs. I often will sit alone in my chair reading. I will more often sit alone in my chair thinking. When I, in the past, have had a job, I often tell myself that I do not have enough time to sit in solitude to pray, read and just think. Now that I have all the time in the world, I still feel as if I do not have enough time to think. Sitting and thinking is a funny thing because it never produces any real tangible fruit. At least when I read and when I pray, I at the bare minimum, get the satisfaction of knowing that I have done those things which I firmly believe are good for my mental and spiritual health. I can also say that I have read a certain number of chapters or a certain number of books. I can say that I have successfully prayed x amount of rosaries, or I have prayed with the entire Gospel of Matthew this month.