St. John the Baptist

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During the second Sunday of Advent, “when John heard in prison about the deeds of the Christ, he sent word by his disciples and said to him, ‘Are you the one who is to come, or shall we look for another?’ And Jesus answered them, ‘Go and tell John what you hear and see: the blind receive their sight and the lame walk, lepers are cleansed and the deaf hear, and the dead are raised up, and the poor have good news preached to them. And blessed is the one who is not offended by Me.'”—Matthew 11:2-6

 

Thanksgiving Homily

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This is a 10 minute Thanksgiving Homily from today.  It ties Jewish sacrificial meals to the Holy Mass.  It also ties a little of the history of Israel to a bit of modern history in the United States, and how we thank God in the darkness.

Christianity vs. Islam

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Today’s feast honors St. Felix of Valois, a 13th century saint who gave himself to be the ransom (replacement) of Christians taken hostage by Muslims.  At Mass tonight, I preached my sermon on St. Felix and the theology of both Christianity and Islam.

Battle of Lepanto

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Today is the 444th year after the battle of Lepanto, the most important naval battle in history.  Without it, Muslim Turks would have taken over Italy in 1571.  Because of the Mother of God’s role in this naval battle, Pope St. Pius V asked that every first Sunday in October be thenceforth remembered and honored as the Feast of the Holy Rosary.  The full story of the naval battle is at Catholic Answers, but this homily ties in the current battle in the Church, and the victory that will come through the Rosary:

Silent Before Me

Here’s a song I wrote in seminary about the Passion of Jesus Christ. Lyrics here 1


  1. You’re in the garden, thinking of me. Blood falls like water, so I could be free. Taken in the night, for the sins of my flesh. Those were my chains, Lord, on your chest.
    Jesus….You love me more…than I could imagine
    I adore…Your Sacred Heart…silent before me.
    Stretched a the pole with blood in your eyes. Skin torn to pieces so that I might rise…Whips start smashing, what do you see? Your mother and me Lord, looking to thee…
    Jesus….You love me more…than I could imagine
    I adore…Your Sacred Heart…silent before me.
    ‘Forgive them Father,’ you say from the cross. Naked and helpless, since I was lost. I’ll live forever, cuz you bore it for me. Yet you thirst for my love, Lord, so now I may say…
    Jesus….You love me more…than I could imagine
    I adore…Your Sacred Heart…silent before me.