Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
"Can I just go ahead and clock out? I really gotta go."
"Alright, have a safe drive."
And so the conversation went as I prepared to head up to Maine overnight. I still had to pick up TJ and then make the long drive from DC to Maine for a TOB conference. Oh, man were we ever going to be late.
By the time I got to Jess's to pick up the car, the food, the money, the MOE stuff, TJ was an hour late, and our chances of making it to the Mass at the beginning of the conference seemed extremely tough. But, nonetheless, we began the 8.5 hour drive up North.
7:30 AM, Saturday
It was unbelieveable, we had actually made it to the conference on time. We checked in just before Mass. It was only due to the fact that our guardian angels must've stopped time. So the day began...with Mass celebrated by the Bishop.
5:30 PM, Saturday
After hours of talking to people and hanging out with Christopher West it was time for a rest. TJ and I spent the day bringing MOE to Maine, and had been very succesful about it. People were interested, and more importantly, the conference was packed with people seeking to learn more about the TOB. It was amazing. Christopher West, Katrina Zeno, Fr. Tom Loya...all gave talks, all were amazing. It was a conference to be remembered.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
That week, late one afternoon, a tan SUV pulled off into a parking lot directly to our left. We were near Severna Park, MD, on our way from Washington DC to Annapolis, in the final few days of our trip.
The SUV’s front window rolled down. I only remember snips from our exchange. A mom was driving. Kids were in the backseat. They had just come from the grocery store. They’d seen us tromping down the roadside – maybe seen us once earlier in the day too.
The mom decided that we should have their just-purchased box of chocolate popsicles. From the back seat, a child gave a “What?” in protest. But his mother reassured him that they could get another box.
Little kids were involuntarily sharing their summer treats with us. It would have been nice for us to save some popsicles for our Missionaries waiting in the van. But they would have been melted into chocolate syrup by the time we reached them. We had the whole box eaten in no time.
Who we are?
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.