The Random Ponderings of a Catholic Urban Hermit-At-Heart

There is a gnawing weariness, a fatigue that settles not in the body but in the weight of speech. As the years roll by, I see how much of who we are is poured out into what we say and how we say it. Not just our words but all the little inflections and intonations…

Jesus, in His wisdom, cautions us not once, but three times, to perform our acts of charity, fasting, and prayer in secret – each admonition a gentle invitation to humility (Matt 6:2-4, 5-6, 16-18). In this hiddenness, our pride is quietly confronted and undone.

The mystery of not knowing, of living within the fog of God’s will, can feel like a millstone to the soul. How often have I longed for certainty, for the comfort of knowing with absolute clarity what God desires of me. Surely, I think, if I could see His will laid out before me, the…

There comes a moment along the spiritual path when a profound inner revolution takes place. A Copernican shift of the soul if you will. Suddenly, the eyes of the heart are opened, and I see with startling clarity: God is at the center, and I am but a small, seemingly insignificant speck within His vast…

Mary, the mother of Jesus, is often revered as the ultimate symbol of motherhood—a figure whose love, faith, and devotion have inspired generations.  Many see in her story a beautiful love story between mother and son, one marked by tenderness, sacrifice, and unwavering support. Yet, a closer look at the Gospel narratives reveals a more…