
Matt did most of his growing up in Cincinnati, OH and is a graduate of Fordham University where he studied history and philosophy while minoring in pretending to not be from the Midwest. When he’s not feeding his tea obsession or feverishly cheering during some sporting event or another, Matt studies at Saint Louis University. He's been missioned there to pursue an MA in Early Modern European history.
Contact: mspottssj@thejesuitpost.org

I am a proud member of one of the most fickle fan bases in all of soccer. When the team is playing well I wax lyrical, and when they’re poor I groan and sulk… sounds a lot like the spiritual life, no?

I’m absolutely pathetic at being sneaky. As far as I can remember, I’ve only ever pulled off one major surprise on a family member…

In all my well-intentioned hand-wringing, I indulged in the old platitude about “how far we have to go.” But here’s the problem: when I think “we,” what I really mean is “they”…

Over my spring break a few weeks ago I accompanied one of Saint Louis University’s outreach trips to the small town of Kermit, West Virginia. We spent a week amidst the scenery and accents of the coal country…

I doubt that I’m the only one who’s ever been bothered by scripture. In fact, in a backwards sort of way, being bothered by scriptures can actually be a good thing…

Penance doesn’t make the hurt feelings disappear like my brother Jesuits when it’s time to empty the dishwasher, but it does start the process of getting back into the habits of good relationship, into the habit of enjoying God.

Matt Spotts details his plan to lay off the spiritual anaesthetics during Lent 2012.

I used to have a fairly deep distaste for the phrase, “Everything happens for a reason”…

Late last fall, I gave my first public singing performance. I had picked up voice lessons for the first time in my life last fall and was totally shocked by how much I enjoyed it…

Some years ago, I put one of my younger sisters onto Douglas Adams’ science-fiction work The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. The book’s taste for the fantastic and the absurd was just my sister’s kind of humor, but…
