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Mt. Pilatus
We had a great time staying the night on top of Mt. Pilatus. (2132 meters (about 7000 ft.) above sea level.)
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Penetrating Light
Last week, during an early morning run, I was struck by the light that penetrated the darkness on one of my favorite trails near our house in Worb, Switzerland. It was a great reminder that as much as I try to hide from the light, the light always penetrates my shadows and invites me into freedom. Praised be you, my Lord, with all your creatures, especially Sir Brother Sun, who is the day and through whom you give us light. And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendour; and bears a likeness of you, Most High. –Canticle of the Creatures, St. Francis of Assisi (Laudato Si, 87)
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Summer at Seven
To approach the day as if the world depended on me to save it. To climb a tree with the intensity of someone on a mission. To ride my bike with a sense of great purpose and determination. And to run from here to there as if I were pursuing the evilest villain alive. Every day was a great adventure. It was an opportunity to live out the saga and storyline that I had imagined in my head. Every day was about being a seven-year-old boy created for something larger than himself. This was my summer at seven years old in Clifton Park, New York. I often fondly remember the…
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The Universal Language of Sports
Sports are, without a doubt, an activity that brings the most profound emotions, feelings, and ways of being to the surface. They are primal activities that uncover human beings’ universal language. One of the best experiences of my life was undoubtedly walking into a professional baseball locker room at 17 years old, one of about 10 Americans on a team of 35. This experience shaped me in ways I am still unpacking today. It was the experience of being a minority, of not understanding the language spoken around me, of feeling my teammates’ profound differences yet discovering a commonality with them on the most basic human level. The fundamental lesson…
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To Bless the Space Between
As we walked down to the train stop on Sunday morning, the clouds separated to allow the Bernese Alps to come into view. As I watched, I immediately thought of my Pastor from St. Ann in Phoenixville, PA, and his insight into being able to “Bless the Space Between” in our lives. I knew I had to find his insight this week from my notes, for the “space between” was becoming visible to me right there in my view. If only I could recognize the same “space between” with my wife and children every day. For this is my daily prayer… Here are some insights from Rev. John J. Newns’s…
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Seeing the Beautiful
On the one hand, they say, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” On the other hand, beauty is not as subjective as it seems. Maybe beauty is more about the ability to see or not. In other words, beauty is everywhere and in everything. My ability to recognize this in my life is somehow connected to joy. This makes me think then, what helps me to see? Switzerland is beautiful beyond words. The landscapes and mountains are indescribable—so much so that pictures do not do them justice. One result of witnessing this kind of beauty is that it captivates you, draws you in, and then sends you out…
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Happy Easter
He is Risen! Alleluia! One of the distinct ways we find truth in the Risen Christ is that His Church is alive 2000 years later. Here are just a few of the churches we saw while we spent Easter weekend in Lugano, Switzerland. Happy Easter!!
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Maundy Thursday
“The Eucharist is the Sacrament of Love; It signifies Love, it produces Love.” – St. Thomas Aquinas (This painting is called “Last Supper” and is located in the Church of St. Mary of the Angels (Chiesa Santa Maria degli Angioli) in Lugano, Switzerland. Milanese Bernardino Luini painted it, sometimes called the “Raphael of the North”, for his art’s gentle expressions and calm beauty. We spent Easter Weekend (and the Paschal Triduum) in Lugano, Switzerland.)
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The Passion and the WC
We have been living in Switzerland for over a month now and are starting to get more comfortable with our daily activities and our home. Our sea shipment just arrived, so we have been united with our furniture, pictures, and other belongings. We are also settling in with our new Church community. We attend a parish that offers the only English-speaking Mass in Bern, Switzerland. The parish has not had a pastor for the last two years, so the Church community has a different priest to celebrate Mass weekly. All of that to say, for me, this has been a Lenten season void of the Christian community I have been…
