compassion, confession, faith

Month: July, 2016


I’m sitting here in my recliner looking at Woody. Yes, in my recliner and yes, Woody the toy character from the movie “Toy Story”.

We are awaiting the delivery of a new Woody since the one staring back at me on the fireplace got to close to my grandson’s lamp in his bedroom.

That got me thinking about my grandson’s birthday party. Oh, it was a fine celebration if only we could see it through his mind. There was a game, where six other children played a version of musical chairs. There were those same six  children outside swinging at a pinata stuffed with candy. Then it came time to blow out the candles on the birthday cake after everyone sang the Happy Birthday song.

My granddaughter blew out my grandson’s birthday cake candles, because her brother wouldn’t sit at the table surrounded by family and friends. Likewise he didn’t partake in any of the games either. He did reluctantly open his presents though the wrapping paper seem to be more fun for him.

Perhaps his mother will think about my grandson’s future birthdays and really think about birthdays that autistic children have. We have to remember that constant commotion, crowded rooms and participation is not what he deals with well.

His therapy is helping him immensely. He is slowly making progress. At five years of age he likes baseball, action figure toys, splashing around in pools and exploring the outdoors.

There will be more birthday parties. Will he interact like you and I do? We can only hope so. What I will always remember is, even though he and I celebrate our birthdays together it is will always be his day.

Not Home Yet

I thought  I was experiencing writers block. After contemplating why, I came to a conclusion. When I first started there was so much to write, mostly my story of redemption. Now there is more to the story.

This life of mine now is not the final chapter but, a life living in the light. The past was filled with uncertainty. I have found purpose and have joy that only God could give .The choice to retire was to two fold. One was to rest from years of work, the next was to do His will.

He has instructed to reach out to those who have lost hope. Everyday on the job I saw those who needed a helping hand, encouragement or just someone to talk to.  There was as is now a fire in my heart to do His will.  Waiting for Him to say go was the hardest test of faith.

2017 is the year  to do His work and January 1st, 2017 is the date of retirement from work. Talk about joy, five months to cross off the calendar. No time to look back on failures, only knowing that there is no regrets. The past has led to this time set by Him even before I was born. Every heart ache, every bits of wisdom have made this day possible.

What a story to tell that has not been written because it continues till He calls me home.

The “Seven Little Action Words” Blog Series

The way my life has been lately I am learning to focus on Him and post after contemplating what would He say.

The Beggar's Bakery

EstherBy: Jana Greene


The last few weeks have been pretty squirrely for me and my family. We had been prayerful about a number of things, hoping they would just change already. And for a long time, nothing changed.  It was if God were purposefully being silent, and it seemed a little spiteful. I forget sometimes that He works ALL things to the good, not just the things on my “Honey Do” God list.

While divine appointments were happening behind the scenes, I made a regular appointment to meet with some divine people in my church. Depression was creeping in like unholy Kudzu, and I know these believers, so strong in faith that they seem tethered to this world only by a cleat of love, would machete that shit right out. I am not being profane – that’s what depression feels like. It’s gotta…

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Share Your World – 2016 Week #28

The happy Quitter!

dancing in the rain.

What is your earliest memory?

My earliest memory is lots of screaming and yelling, fear and bad smells. It’s not one particular memory, but a blur of many. Both of my parents were violent alcoholics and unfit parents and I spend the first six years of my life with them. 

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Lord send down your spirit

As a child there was a cartoon where a child is tempted by an angel on his right shoulder to do something that is wrong. On his left shoulder is an angel saying not to.

This came to mind the other day when I remember within the last year that this had happened to me. Not quite like in the cartoon but, still a thought out of no where would occur to me.

These moments of recognizing that there was the presence of a guardian angel or God’s spirit talking to me. It always happened while I was performing my duties on the job.

I would finish part of my work assignment when this gut feeling would come hours later that I hadn’t done all I could to make sure it was done fully and correctly.

Before I put my trust in God and started to live second these sort of moments never happened. Now they do more frequently. The only difference is that before I finish a task that same presence of His spirit is there before I am done.

Thanking Him in my prayers now I have an added dimension because I know He has sent His spirit as he promised he would.

Oh how I love Him for saving me.

The Day I learned Stealing

The happy Quitter!


The smell of fresh baked cookies was hanging in the air. We were playing outside, we could smell it from a mile away and it drove us crazy. I don’t think there is anything more tempting to a child than a warm, fresh-baked cookie.

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The email surprised me. My parish priest had invited me to read a book along with he and three others from our church. The book, ” Forming Intentional Disciples” was to be read one chapter at a time and with discussion in between. I for one open a book and read till my eyes need a break. I accepted the invitation to join the group.

The surprise came because I had not attend mass at the Catholic church three city blocks  from our house for more then a month. My wife was not a regular church goer for more then a year. All that time I had attend mass by myself.

Then when I attend the Catholic church across the river from where we lived in the evening she came with me. Those evenings were when our grandchildren returned home before Sunday evening mass.

My wife is old school Catholic, compared to my liberal Catholic beliefs. The best way to explain it is, after Vatican II many Catholics didn’t like the changes the church had made. So she disagrees with the church’s changes after Vatican II.

To get back to the subject at hand. There is a growing concern that mass attendance is low among Catholics, that they are leaving to other Christian denominations, that millennials leave the church in their late teens and others are non denominational.

As I read the introduction in our group’s book something struck me that never occurred to me before. That is that many Catholics have no personal relationship with God. I for one didn’t either until this year. How could I have when the Church didn’t ever as far as I could remember suggest that we have one. When reciting the creed we speak of beliefs. We adhere to those beliefs. We are taught that God loves us from an early age, that we obey the ten commandments, follow the precepts of the church.

See there is something missing. A true relationship with our savior. Before we can be disciples we must have a personal relationship with Jesus. He became my friend, my confessor, my teacher.

I can see now that the path of knowing and following Jesus is what my church needs more then anything. My personal relationship with God came about through a non denominational Jesus movement. I Am Second convinced me through personal stories that I too could have that personal relationship with Jesus. A day doesn’t go by when I am called to read God’s Word, to pray, to reach out to those searching for His love, to give testimony how He saved me.

I can see a great conversion happen within my home parish. A conversion need long ago.