Growth

Facing new chapters in life; in this adventure of walking with God, Father Son and Spirit.

I live at the core of a powerful city in the world and every day I see the world walk past me in peoples of all nations, the poor, the rich, and the 'average people' like me and all the others.

It's hard not to succumb to the pressures I sense every day. Pressures to be something more, something other than I am. Pressures to have something else, something other than I really need.

Teresa of Avila, my mother on Mt. Carmel, she wrote, "the one who has God lacks nothing. God, alone, is enough." She was right. Amen.

Father

I have at long last, after years of searching, found one of my spiritual Fathers, one Ukrainian (Byzantine) Catholic priest by the name of Fr. Mark. He formed me in the tradition of the Eastern Church when I was a teenager and he was the chaplain of my highschool.

Little did Fr. Mark know that when I commenced studies toward the priesthood I would end up a hermit hidden from the world and at the same time sharing the faith of the Eastern Church wherever I go in the world, whether Africa, Asia, Europe or here in N. America.

The Eastern Church has been a mother to me, her teaching and way mediated to me through her priest, God's Servant, Fr. Mark. His pastoral care in my youth has allowed me to grow into the Christian that I am today and I am eternally grateful to my loving Father in heaven. Amen Amen Amen.