another day in paradise

Sorry for not posting lately: Here's a little tidbit into the insanity.


Some days in youth ministry are harder than others. Today was one of those days. Let's just say I left the office at 12 am and that wasn't even the end of the day. Here I sit at 1:36 am pouring over what to do with a huge headache.

Why does your heart have to break in ministry? Obviously, I know this answer, but no amount of school helps you to understand this.

I promise the whole scoop later, cause really, I'll need your advice. But for now, pray for me that I can come to understand why any teenager would think it'd be okay to take keys from an office, sneak into a gym and play basketball after I've said no.

Thanks for the prayers, I'm about to scream.

Out Of The Mouth of Babes

My 7 year old niece, talking to her dad during Mass one day:
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"...when Fr _____ prays over the food does Jesus like...um...like...jump? into it, or what? Like, how does he get in it?"

Age of reason indeed!