Happy Palm Sunday!

Today we begin Holy Week as we celebrate the entrance of the Lord Jesus into Jerusalem. As the crowds sing, "Hosanna to the Son of David!", we also experience an ominous feeling as we anticipate what will come in a few short days. One of the beautiful practices during Holy Week is to participate in the daily mass readings each day. Each day of readings leads to the next and helps prepare us for the sacred Triduum. If you are able to attend daily liturgies during this week I certainly recommend it.

Happy Sunday!

This weekend we celebrate the 5th Sunday of Lent and the Third and Final Scrutiny for our Elect preparing for baptism this Easter. It's amazing that Lent has flown so quickly. Please keep our Elect in prayer as they prepare in these final weeks for baptism. Keep an eye out for the Holy Week Schedule and the Easter Mass schedule. The Easter Sunday Mass schedule will be slightly different from our normal Sunday schedule as we attempt to accommodate the larger crowds.

If you are like me, it's easy to fixate on our shadows: failures, guilt, shame. Especially when we suffer, it is easy to want to blame ourselves or others. In this week's Gospel, Jesus' disciples ask about the blind man, "Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents?" (John 9:2) They, like us, focus on blame. But Jesus sees the entire situation differently: "Neither he nor his parents sinned; it is so that the works of God might be made visible through him."

Happy Sunday!

It is great to be back in Flagstaff! I can't believe how the time has flown. Thank you to everyone for the warm welcome back. It always feels good to be home. On my sabbatical I was able to spend the month of February in Honduras working on my Spanish, praying, and reading. I was very grateful that the Missioners of Christ opened their doors to me and welcomed me into their community.

When I sit down to answer emails or write a Gospel reflection or return a phone call, I sometimes wonder: Does any of this humdrum work matter? Maybe you ask the same thing about your daily labor. Today's Gospel, the Transfiguration, offers a surprising answer.

Jesus leads Peter, James, and John up a mountain. There, "his face shone like the sun face and his clothes become white as light" (Matthew 17:2). That detail regard- ing his clothes is worth considering.

In my second-to-last year of seminary, I woke up one September morning to devastating news: two beloved classmates had died in a car crash. I was overwhelmed with grief and anger like I had never known. I entered therapy for the first time and had intense conversations with my spiritual director. For months I felt lost in a spiritual wilderness. But something unexpected happened: I encountered Christ there. The fear and sorrow didn't destroy me. In fact, that spiritual desert was a time of intense growth in faith.

A few years into my priesthood, I hit a wall. I had taken on too many commitments: Masses, meetings, minis- tries, projects. I couldn't keep up. I was double-booking, forgetting things, running late, and letting people down. My boss at the time, a wise priest, and our shared secretary, noticed. For my birthday, the two gave me a stack of 100 flashcards, each with one word printed in a different language: "NO." It was funny, but also painfully true. If I couldn't say no, my yes was in danger.

I recently learned why zebras have stripes. Scientists used to think it was for camouflage, but new research suggests something more interesting: the stripes help zebras blend in with one another. When a predator looks at a herd, the overlapping stripes make it hard to single out one animal. But if a researcher spray-paints a dot on just one zebra, predators lock on it and eventually attack. The lesson? In the wild, blending in is protection. Standing out can be dangerous.

A priest I know was once falsely accused of a terrible crime. The claim was wild and easily disproved, but for a while, it didn't matter. In the atmosphere shaped by the abuse crisis of the early 2000s, the public assumption was guilty until proven innocent. His name was dragged through the mud, and his ministry placed on hold. I had the privilege - and the burden - of walking closely with him during that time. He was angry.

I was 22 years old, lying in bed one night while on a pilgrimage, when I suddenly sensed an idea in my mind: "Go to the seminary" There was no voice, no vision, but a gentle and unmistakable clarity. I simply prayed, "Lord, if that's from you, let me find great joy in it." Three days later, my heart was bursting with joy. I dropped everything and entered the seminary. The older I get, the stranger my rather careless and hasty departure seems to me. I followed not because it made sense, or because I was especially brave. I went because the Lord called me.

It's common to hear belief in Jesus and the Church mocked as blind faith and credulity. But in reality, it is deeply human and rational. Think about it: we rely on the testimony of others constantly. I trust chemists who certify the safety of toothpaste and cleaning products. I trust engineers when I use a microwave or drive over a bridge. Why? Because they have studied and seen what I have not, and their testimony proves itself in daily life. That kind of trust is not irrational; it is how human knowledge works.

Happy Sunday!

Today I leave for my vacation and sabbatical. I am sad to be leaving for such an extended period of time but look forward to having some vacation and time of renewal and growth while in Honduras. I will be remembering you all every day in prayer and at Mass. Thank you for your prayers for me for safe travels and renewal in the Lord.

Happy Sunday!

A very Happy Epiphany Sunday and Happy New Year to each of you! With the Feast of the Epiphany our Christmas celebrations continue as we recall the manifestation of the Lord to the nations. This is what the Church understands when she speaks of the visit of the Magi, that the nations have come from afar to worship the newborn king.