As someone who likes to walk a lot of paths in parks, I am always thankful to those who go with me and help me read the map or see the signs when I get lost.


If you came this way,
Taking any route, starting from anywhere,
At any time or at any season,
It would always be the same: you would have to put off
Sense and notion. You are not here to verify,
Instruct yourself, or inform curiosity
Or carry report. You are here to kneel
Where prayer has been valid. (TS Eliot, Little Gidding)


Paths are funny
At first thought, I’d say my path up until now was more like a roller coaster and I would even describe my path as broken. I have always enjoyed the kind of path that leads me in and out at a different place. Not backtracking so to speak.
When I pray to God regarding my path, I now see vividly that God’s plan for me and wherever I was on that path was where I exactly suppose to be. When the path dropped and speed picked up and I thought I was falling? He picked me up. If I seemed to be in a loopy loop? God righted me. And when I stood at the broken gaps if the path and felt there was no way forward? God filled them with his love and sustained me to take another step.
Blessings in Advent to you all. 🙏💜💜💓💜


Approaching the 35th Anniversary of my ordination to the priesthood, I am feeling especially grateful for the footsteps of the brave women of the Philadelphia Eleven who led the way and made a path for me and many others to follow.