We move a lot. For me, it’s the hardest part of this Jesuit life. While all this moving may be practical… it ain’t always easy.

There’s an old Jesuit dictum that warns about “comparing and despairing.” With Facebook, the temptation is always there to compare the fun out there with how we’re feeling in here…

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?

Every bullied child, every victim of crime, every silent sufferer has known the pinch of feeling noticed for all the wrong reasons…

On Divine Mercy Sunday three generations of a family – grandma, mom, and little girl – sat in the pew ahead of me. The girl was coloring a picture of Ariel from the Little Mermaid…

Feeling a little jealous of all the attention Rossmann was getting for his 11 spiritual Spin lessons, Brendan Busse offers a brotherly riposte.

I aspire to be a morning person, but liking the idea is usually as far as I go. Still, I take comfort in the simple, daily ritual of Mass…

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…

But there’s a problem with knowing “I already am who I am meant to be.” It’s incomplete. A kind of moral inertia sets in…

Minneapolis has a lot of paths around her lakes, and they attract an interesting mix of people. I often wonder, as I make way along the lake paths, what goes through their hearts and minds…