September 9, 2018

When we are sick, it makes no sense to wait until we are healed to go to the doctor.  Rather, we go to the doctor so he or she can heal us, no matter how sick we are. The doctor does not judge us for being sick.  It is the doctor’s job to be present among the sick in order to heal them. We approach Jesus in this same way: ill, in need of His help and trusting that He… Read more

September 8, 2018

Unas semanas antes de completar mi asignación en la Parroquia San José en Augusta organicé un taller de preparación matrimonial en español para varias parejas. A las 6:30pm abrí el salón, encendí el aire acondicionado y confirmé que todo esté listo. Las mesas y sillas estaban en su lugar, la comida preparada, mis charlas listas, y la pareja que conduciría el taller ya había llegado. De repente era ya las 7:00, la hora de iniciar, pero ninguna de las ocho… Read more

September 2, 2018

I remember one time when I was fourteen or fifteen years old, riding on the back of a pick-up truck in the Peruvian Amazon.  I had spent the day with my dad around the small town of Cuñumbuque visiting dairy farmers.  Up until the year before, the town had been controlled by one of Peru’s main terrorist organizations, now that the army had liberated it, its people were free to do business with outsiders.  That’s why we were there. As… Read more

September 1, 2018

Santa Rosa de Lima era conocida por su belleza inigualable, su intensa oración, su servicio infatigable y su rigurosa vida penitencial. Cuando era pequeño mi mama me llevó a visitar el santuario de Santa Rosa en el centro de Lima. De las muchas cosas que vi ese día, la que más me llamó la atención ya no está expuesta al público. Recuerdo ver colgando de una pared varios aparatos que Santa Rosa solía usar para hacer penitencia. Una monja nos… Read more

August 30, 2018

Saint Rose of Lima was known for her unmatchable beauty, her intense prayer, her untiring service, and rigorous penitential lifestyle.  When I was a child my mother took my sister and me to visit her sanctuary in downtown Lima.  Of the various things I saw that day, the one that struck me the most is no longer on display.  I remember that hanging from a wall were various items Saint Rose used to inflict penances on her body.  A nun… Read more

August 27, 2018

A few weeks before leaving my assignment at Saint Joseph Parish in Augusta, I organized a marriage preparation workshop in Spanish for several couples.  I opened the hall at 6:30pm, turned on the air conditioning, and made sure everything was ready.  The tables and chairs were set, the food was ready, my talks were finished, and the couple I invited to lead the workshop arrived.  Suddenly it was 7pm, the time to start, but none of the eight couples arrived. … Read more

August 24, 2018

My dear brothers and sisters in Christ, Peace and all good things! I first want to thank you for taking the time and sharing your thoughts and feelings with me regarding the “Morality Crisis” in the Catholic Church today. I agree with you that words alone are meaningless. We need to take swift and serious action to clean up our own house. As a relatively new bishop, I am scandalized, angered and deeply hurt by the cover-ups that have occurred… Read more

August 16, 2018

These last few days have been sickening.  To think that so many have been profoundly wounded by the depraved actions of priests and the negligence of bishops.  The suffering of the victims is unfathomable. I usually do well putting my thoughts and feelings into words, but these past few days I have been unable to do so. This morning I read a statement by Cardinal DiNardo describing this whole situation as a “moral catastrophe.”  I have read many statements, expressions… Read more

August 5, 2018

I recently visited a family devastated by the loss of their newborn child.  As I entered the hospital room the mother lay in bed with the small child wrapped in a homemade, white blanket.  She looked at him tenderly, and arranged his tiny red arms with the care only a mother can show.  The small child had a little cute white triangular hat covering his head.  His eyes were shut.  No word could fully console nor could any expression fully… Read more

July 31, 2018

I gave this reflection on the immigrant experience at a Diocesan Hispanic Ministry Encounter several years ago after reading the Gospel passage of the Lost Sheep.   Poor little sheep. Attracted by greener pastures and cooler waters, the little sheep of the Gospel separated herself from the flock.  Reaching greener pastures, she filled her belly.  Reaching cooler waters, she quenched her thirst.  Suddenly however she looked up and realized terrified that the shepherd and the sheep were gone.  Far from everything… Read more




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