Blog Posts

“It’s Not Too Late”

Originally Posted May 2, 2020 We all love an underdog. We root for the person that is down on his luck, has suffered a catastrophe, who has no chance…. the guy is out of shape, he’s too old, maybe an alcoholic. Everyone has written him off, including himself.  We remember underdog movies like Hoosiers and Rudy, … Continue reading “It’s Not Too Late”

 “Leap Of Faith”

Originally Posted April 30, 2020 How does faith work? Why do some believe and some don’t? Is there such a thing as a “leap of faith”? There are many good questions about faith.  Missouri is nicknamed “the Show-Me State”…. people don’t just believe, you need to show me.  Well, the scripture, the saints, and the Catechism says that there’s … Continue reading  “Leap Of Faith”

“Delusions of Grandeur ???”

Originally Posted April 29, 2020 I had dozed off and was half asleep and half awake. I had this dream of St. Thomas Aquinas and St. Augustine having a discussion about a particularly difficult theological situation…. ”Tom, this is really a tough one. I agree Augie. I know we both have a lot of wisdom, … Continue reading “Delusions of Grandeur ???”

“Pulling Back The Curtain”

Originally Posted April 28, 2020 ESPN has a new series on Michael Jordon and the Chicago Bulls focusing on  their glory years (6 NBA Championships) called “The Last Dance”. It focuses on the drama behind the scenes…. things that you may find interesting and things you’d really prefer never to know about. Well if ESPN can … Continue reading “Pulling Back The Curtain”

“What, Me Worry”

Originally Posted April 26, 2020 My mother used to say “boy, your father was a “worrier; he really knew how to worry”.  I guess that’s where I inherited my tendency to worry. Ask Judy if I’m a worrier and she won’t say a word, but her “eyebrows” will go up…. Hmmm. Worry is a good barometer … Continue reading “What, Me Worry”

“Not The Scrambled Eggs Again”

Originally Posted April 25, 2020 Memory is the faculty of the brain by which data or information is encoded, stored, and retrieved when needed.  Sounds simple enough. Yet at times it seems a bit more complex, more selective, more random.  I’ve lived away from my family in St. Louis for almost 50 years; yet, whenever we’re together … Continue reading “Not The Scrambled Eggs Again”