Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Introduction for Phil Koshute

My name is Phil Koshute. I've just returned home after finishing "17th grade" at NC State in Raleigh. Besides this first year of grad school, I spent four years in Cleveland at Case Western Reserve University for a math degree. Home is Beaver, PA, on the sunny shores of the Ohio River, thirty miles north of downtown Pittsburgh. Siblings include Maria (20), Gina (17), Nick (13), and Missy (8). Frisbee, ping pong, and jigsaw puzzles are good to keep me busy. Without a TV in my apartment, I've found the radio to be a suitable substitute for the World Series, NCAA tournament, and Steeler games. Bl. Pier Giorgio Frassati is a growing patron for me - him being an engineer may have led me to pick NCSU over UNC - but my Confirmation saint, John Bosco, has been hard to shake. One of my biggest frights comes when I realize I don't have a scapular around my neck or a Rosary in my pocket. Though the 2004 NE Crusade for Life was the only other time I've done something like this, this was the fourth consecutive summer where I hadn't decided until mid-May to decide what I'd be doing. Last summer, me and St. Therese had a good time celebrating the simple joys as I plugged away amidst a cubicle jungle. My prayer for the Mission is that God might bless others through our humility.

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Who we are?

Every summer we, the Missionaries of the Eucharist, are walking from Lewiston, Maine to Washington, DC to proclaim the beauty of the Catholic faith to everyone we meet, specifically through the Theology of the Body.

Conversion begins in our own hearts,which is why prayer is so important to our ministry. For this reason, everyday of our ten week walk begins with daily Mass. By receiving Christ in the Eucharist, we are given the grace to be the Love of Christ not only to those in our community but also to those we meet in the streets.

We walk throughout the day to be a witness of love. We are grounded in prayer-we pray with our lips, our hearts, and our bodies. In walking an average of twenty-five miles per day, we offer our fatigue as a gift of love to Christ and the people we meet. Our walking is both sacrifice and prayer.