Priesthood from the Inside Out

Ever try to convince someone that they are an important when they’re convinced they aren’t worth the time of day?

His songs swirl with dust, blizzards and the rugged life of ordinary ranch hands.

"I like my parish.” “What do you like about it?” “The men’s group.” "What do you do?” “We drink beer.”

It is late when I put the novel aside, but tiredness is not the reason that I close the book. I stop reading because the kid in the story is getting to me.

Whenever I contemplate the hands of Our Lady of Guadalupe, I think of the hands of my sister.