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Tell the people everything about this life.
Acts 5:20

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We cannot passively and calmly wait in our church buildings; we need to move from a pastoral ministry of mere conservation to a decidedly missionary pastoral ministry.

Pope Francis


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Welcome to the Chicago O'Hare International Airport. I've been spending a lot of time in airports lately. This is in large part due to the fact that this summer I have been working for Franciscan University, helping them run these week-long retreats we call Franciscan LEAD. The purpose of LEAD is to help young people grow as disciples of the Lord so that they might introduce others to Christ. I've worked two LEAD week so far and I can honestly say that they have been so much fun! Fun. I think I forget about that sometimes. Pursuing a relationship with Jesus and even doing ministry are often times very serious tasks, but they also can be (and might even NEED to be) fun. Our Lord longs to rejoice and have fun with us, not just to walk with us through the tough stuff. As Pope Saint John Paul II says, "Do not abandon yourselves to despair. We are an Easter people and alleluia is our song!" So as I prepare to dive into my third week of Franciscan LEAD tomorrow, I have given myself two goals: love and have fun. #lifeofjoyP.S. If you have a chance, shoot up a prayer for our 59 teens and 7 LEAD facilitators that will be coming out this week!

July 5, 2015

I wanted to take a minute to introduce you to my insane, weird, imperfect, dysfunctional, lovable, selfless, caring family. Growing up I was blessed to live pretty close to the majority of my extended family and over the years this became a gift that I learned not to take for granted. My family is definitely not perfect, not even close, but I can confidently say that each and every one of these hooligans has helped me along my journey to the Kingdom. One unforgettable lesson the Lord taught me through my family is what it means to be a missionary. I used to think that to be a missionary you had to go to third world countries to talk to foreigners about Jesus. It wasn't until I went to college that I realized that being a missionary simply meant sharing Christ with everyone I encountered…including my family.Now the members of my family are faithful Christians who seek to live out the will of God; despite this it took me years to find the courage to talk to them about my relationship with Jesus and the ways in which he has transformed my heart. I'm not entirely sure why I found/still find this so difficult (something about prophets in their own homes I guess), but at some point I had to decide that it was way more important for me to share the love of the Lord with my family than it was for me to stay within the realms of my comfort zone. Basically, being a missionary is hard, but then again, most things worth pursuing usually are. #lifeofjoy

July 5, 2015

Sometimes the Lord shows his love for us through big, life-changing gestures. Other times the Lord speaks his love for us in small, seemingly insignificant moments. Today the Lord showed me his love through the music at Church.On our way up to Rockford, my little brother and I stopped at this church (Holy Family in Cahokia, Illinois) for the vigil mass. Now I should preface this by saying that I, unfortunately, have a completely irrational fear of the organ. I don't mean any offense to those of you who have a special place in their hearts for this particular instrument, but ever since I was a kid I just couldn't handle it (chalk it up to watching the Christmas edition of Beauty & the Beast one too many times). Anyway, today as we walked into this church I saw them setting up the organ for mass. I rolled my eyes at Jesus who I figured was just answering my prayer to grow in patience; but as mass began the organ wouldn't work. It was broken and the musicians had to resume their songs with the piano instead.I realize this probably seems super small and maybe even a bit silly, but in my experience it is not unlike the Lord to express his love in the little things. Dear Jesus, thank you for your love, for the mass, for small/beautiful/random churches, for joyful priests, for America, and for pianos. #lifeofjoy

July 4, 2015

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