Posted by: geolocke | 2022/06/18

Father’s Day

For all the times you took me fishing,
And for all the songs you taught me to sing,

For all the walks we took in the woods,
And for the times we worked in your shop.

For all the times we spent working on cars,
And for all times we built things together,

For all the times we struggled against sun and tide and storm,
And for all the times we rested, listening to waves lapping the shore.

For long talks on rainy summer nights,
And for silent nights spent gazing at the stars of heaven.

For a lifetime that we’ve spent together,
I give thanks to God for giving me a Father like you.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad!

Posted by: geolocke | 2022/05/12

Peacefulness

Never am I more at peace then when I empty myself of my self, and turn to you, O Lord.

When I stop judging myself and others and accept things as they are.

When I stop focusing on my pain and sufferings and place myself in your care.

When I stop serving myself and place myself in service to others.

When I stop busily seeking the false idols of the world and humbly rest at your feet.

Never am I more at peace then when I empty myself of my self, and turn to you, O Lord.

Posted by: geolocke | 2022/05/10

A Morning Prayer

Good and gracious Lord be with me this day. Protect me, O Lord, from the evil one, for I am frail of heart and weak in spirit. Grant to me a share of your courage and your strength. Be for me a shield and fortress to withstand every attack of the evil one. Drain the polluted cistern of my heart, and cleanse it of injuried pride and thoughts of malace, revenge, and prejudice. Wash it clean and refill it with your Love, and show me thy paths that I may humbly follow you today and accomplish thy will. Amen.

Posted by: geolocke | 2022/02/20

In the Mid-Time

Come my friends,
Take and eat.
This bread is my very Body.
Take and drink.
This wine is my very Blood.
They will be broken and poured out
For the forgiveness of sins.
Do this when you remember me.

The culmination of the Mass
The very high point of my life
True Body and True Blood
True Soul and True Divinity
Cradled upon my tongue
Delighting my palate
Rejoicing my spirit
Filling my senses

Sweeter to me are
Your Body and Blood.
More precious to me
Then your very words,
Words which ring like
A heavenly symphony,
An angelic chorus
Echoing in my ears.

Precious moments
Spent with you;
I with You,
You in me.
Mortal yet blessed
To dimly glimpse your Glory
As a light shining through the mist.
Time slows and comes to nothing.

The Mass has ended.
Go in Peace
Glorifying God
With your life.

I leave this quiet place,
But not alone
For I carry you
To the waiting world.

The world waits for you
Though it knows you not.
Violence and greed mock you.
Hunger and thirst cry out to you.
When will your Salvation appear?
When will your justice be done?
Who will bring it?
Could it be me?

In this mid-time of your creation
Between Fiat Lux and It is finished,
Let your Gospel fortify My Soul,
Let Your Body and Blood inebriate my Spirit.
Help me to relinquish my will,
And as a chosen instrument
Use me as You Will
To bring Your Peace to this world.

Posted by: geolocke | 2021/12/25

The Story of Christmas

This is another of my pre-blog entries from 2012. Merry Christmas to everyone. -geo

For me, the Story of Christmas is one of Hope, Trust and Believing, but not on my part, but rather on the part of God. I cannot speak for all people of faith, but as a person of faith who believes in Christ, the story of the birth of the one who is to save us holds a special place in my heart. St. Paul said (paraphrased): “when I was a child, I spoke as a child, thought as a child, reasoned as a child. When I became a man I put away that childish nature… At present I know partially, but one day I will know fully, as I am fully known”.

I am still a child in my faith. Through the words of Holy Scripture left to us by our ancestors, and through music and art and the lives of the Saints, all inspired by those words, I am led to catch fleeting glimpses of a greater existence beyond the reality that I perceive with my senses. And yet, what I think I am glimpsing is not something more complex, but rather something much simpler than this current existence. Perhaps I am not child-like enough in my faith.

It seems to me that God has worked since creation to make God known to all creation, especially to us humans. We are creatures who learn through sharing our stories with one another. Even the paintings left by our earliest ancestors on the walls of caves attest to this fact. Humans have always needed to express themselves and share their stories with one another. Is it any wonder then that God chose the language of humans to convey himself to us in stories of creation and of our earliest attempts to communicate with and understand the very nature of God?

And even now that what modern science is painting for us a picture of how all creation came into being, my faith and wonder at the Wisdom of God and the words of holy scripture are just reinforced. How beautiful it is to me that all the grand theories and the language of mathematics which give us the story of the Big Bang, were all summed up thousands of years ago by a human inspired by God to write two simple words, Fiat Lux!, Let there be light!

The stories of Holy Scripture grow in complexity as the human understanding of God is revealed bit by bit. Sometimes using poetry, other times historical narrative. Sometime speaking allegorically, and other times through the artist’s muse of the psalms. Yet always conveying a bit more of the image of God to the human creature in the form that speaks best to us, the story, until in time God is ready to tell us the greatest story of all; The revealing of God to us, through us.

God is revealed to us by coming to us in human form, not in the form of splendor, glory and majesty, but rather in the form of a helpless child, the Christ. God comes to join in the human story by being born in human nature to a family of no fame, in a place and time in our history that seems unimportant. God Believes that we humans will care for and nurture the Christ Child. God Trusts that our Human nature will protect the Christ Child and teach him how to grow into adulthood. God Hopes earnestly that our human nature will come to recognize the nature of God within all of us through the Christ Child in our midst.

Although God has legions of angels who stand ready to defend the Christ Child, God instead entrusts his safety, care, nurturing and education to us fallible, imperfect humans, hoping that we humans will come to see the Light of God in the life of one little child. This thought stops me in my tracks, and I become lost in awe and wonder of this one tiny child, born in a stable, born to bring peace to this world, born to bring God to us and us to God.

Perhaps my faith is simple enough to appreciate the wonders and joy of Christmas. Merry Christmas to you all.

Posted by: geolocke | 2021/12/04

The Power of Our Voice and Actions

(This is another post from my pre-blog days back in 2012)

I had a chance to speak with Sr. Donna Korba this past weekend. The last time We met was August 2011 in Chichi, Guatemala. Sr. Donna was visiting our parish to thank us for our continued support of the Internado in Chichi. Although we only had a little time together this past weekend, for me it was a gracious plenty. Her words reminded me that, regardless of the personal troubles that seem to rage around me, my simplest gifts of myself have made such a tremendous difference in the lives of so many others. That is a frightenly powerful thought, yet extremely humbling too.


We all have power to change the lives of others for better or for worse. What is frightening is the amount of power we have and that we think so little about how we use that power in our everyday actions and reactions. The slightest thing that we unwittingly say or do has the potential to lift another’s life out of the pit of despair, or to crush their soul with grief, dread and hatred. To wield that power without giving the slightest thought to the consequences of our words and actions is frightening indeed.


Yet when we consciously choose to use that power to lift up another, to ease the burden on their shoulder, then even the slightest effort on our part is magnified to such an extent that we cannot help but be humbled at the tremendous gift that our creator has blessed us with, and through us, others. It is too much to contemplate fully in this short morning hour, much less a day or week or month.

Posted by: geolocke | 2021/12/02

Seeking Peace

(This is one of my 2012 pre-blog writings.)

“Seek and you will find” is one of many biblical verses often quoted, but what are we seeking for? Almost always the standard answer is Christ, but to those who don’t know Christ (or don’t know Christ well enough) this answer can lead nowhere. So let’s flip the coin over and look at it from a different perspective. “You will find what you seek”.

If we commit ourselves to focus on what is good around us, then we will find the good in others and we will celebrate that goodness with those around us. However, if we focus on what is not good around us, then we will find the faults in others and we will point out those faults to all around us, often to the detriment of all of us.

Let’s face it. All of us have our faults, but all of us also have our good points. If we only look for what is bad, it does not remove the good, and vice versa. We can make the choice on what to focus on. It is my belief that it is healthier to focus on what is good in others, while working on what is bad in me. Which leads me to finish with another often quoted biblical saying. “Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.”

Live in peace! -geo

Posted by: geolocke | 2021/11/12

All Saints

“The souls of the righteous are in the hand of God, and no torment shall touch them. They seemed, in the view of the foolish, to be dead; and their passing away was thought an affliction and their going forth from us, utter destruction. But they are in peace.

For if to others, indeed, they seem punished, yet is their hope full of immortality; Chastised a little, they shall be greatly blessed, because God tried them and found them worthy of himself. As gold in the furnace, he proved them, and as sacrificial offerings he took them to himself.

In the time of their judgment they shall shine and dart about as sparks through stubble; They shall judge nations and rule over peoples, and the LORD shall be their King forever.

Those who trust in him shall understand truth, and the faithful shall abide with him in love: Because grace and mercy are with his holy ones, and his care is with the elect.”

These words from Chapter 3 of the Book of Wisdom always elicit in me, both a tearful eye, and a feeling of comfort. This year has been especially hard with the continuing ravages of the pandemic taking away from us both friends and family members. Still, I am comforted knowing that many of these souls are bound for eternal Glory, and maybe some to become Saints.

Sometimes I get the feeling that too few of us are striving to reach for Sainthood, believing that the Saints are mostly relegated to the pages of history, or that only truly exceptional or heroic individuals are destined to become Saints. But I quickly realize that this is not the case, and that this feeling of mine is due to my own limitations and my narrow view of the world around me.

Studying the lives of the Saints, I am reminded that the majority of Saints are ordinary women and men, from all walks of life, of all histories and backgrounds both good and bad, who decided to abandon their old lives – to die to themselves – and to live for God.

The Church teaches, and the scriptures are clear, that we are all called to be holy, to become Saints. But how am I, an ordinary person, supposed to achieve Sainthood? I am weak in physical strength and have little capacity for great fetes of asceticism or heroic acts of valor, regardless of what my heart desires. I rarely leave the confessional with a feeling that I have truly made a full and honest effort of reconciling myself with the Lord, and with my sisters and brothers, and myself, against all of whom I have sinned.

Left to my own means, I would soon despair in any attempt to “be holy because God is holy” or to “worship God dressed in holy attire” or any other striving toward Sainthood. However, while the scriptures of the law tell me what is expected of me, Christ reassures me that what may seem impossible for me to accomplish on my own is entirely possible for God to accomplish through me; That as long as I have faith in God, and do my best to align my will to His, then the Lord will look after me and allow His will to be accomplished through my thoughts, my words, and my actions, regardless of how imperfect I am.

If the Lord through the millennium has raised up people of all stations of life to be Saints – women and men, children and the elderly, farmers, shepherds and fishers, royalty and criminals, married and single, warriors and pacifists, educated and uneducated, people known and celebrated, and people known only to God – then who am I to think I am not worth the effort to become a Saint myself?

Posted by: geolocke | 2021/02/17

Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down

These words from a children’s nursery rhyme are leftover memories from another pandemic long ago. Yet they strike me as appropriate for today’s solemn fast as we begin Lent this year.

I will not be going to Church to receive ashes in the sign of the Cross upon my forehead. Nor will I contemplate and reflect upon my life in the hushed atmosphere of the church. But I will be striking my breast and begging forgiveness for the wrongs I have committed over the past year.

What will I be “giving up” for this year’s lent, when we have all given up so much since this time last year? What is left to offer up to God who has been most gracious and most patient to my family and to myself during this past year of pandemic, economic and political strife, watching the very fracturing of a society that seeks to serve self instead of other?

Lord, may I begin by breaking away the rust that has built up around my heart, giving up the ‘cloak’ of self-preservation I have wrapped around it so that it may once more shine freely with the light of your Love.

Lord, may I turn away from, and give up my injured pride, which feeds upon the words of the various media, and return to Your Word which feeds my body, my mind, and my spirit.

Lord, my I give up letting my anger and frustration spill over, lashing it out upon my work mates, my neighbors, my friends, my family, and my life mate, and in its place, make room in my heart for your peace and quietude of humble service to those who I love, and to those who you place in my life.

Lord, may I give up trying to deal with all things according to my will, and accept that Your Will be done.

If I can give up just one of these, O Lord, then please accept this gift from me and help me to become the child you wish for me to become.

I pray this in the name of you, O Holy Father, and in the name of your Son, Jesus Christ, and in the name of your Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Posted by: geolocke | 2020/12/25

Christmas Musings 2020

I’m sure these words have been used a lot lately, but this year has been unlike any I have experienced before. With that being said, I wanted to write an entry for Christmas this year, but after days of running different ideas through my mind, I had not found anything to grab hold of to act as the seed for my entry.

This morning, as I was putting on my coat and hat for my walk, I was thinking about how very dark this past year has been for all of us in so many ways. How nearly everyone on this earth has been touched by sorrow, worry, sickness, death – darkness upon darkness upon darkness.  Nothing there to write about that anyone doesn’t already know about, much less hear more about.

But when I stepped outside into the cold, I found myself marveling at how bright and crisp the neighbor’s Christmas lights glinted in the pre-dawn darkness. Making my way down the street I noted how house after house had some lights burning.  Some houses were covered in lights with grand displays out in their yards. other houses just had a few lights in their front windows. In every instance, they seemed to be making a statement – taking a stand against the darkness that waited outside.

I heard it first, a slight rustling sound in the leaves, and then I felt the first touch of cold dampness on my face.  It had started to snow.  It was just a flurry lasting but 5 minutes, but to see the snow in the growing light of dawn on Christmas day gave me a thrill just the same as it did when I was a child.  Snow, on Christmas day, in the south.

By the time I got back home the snow was just a brief memory, but it excited me still.  I though I might have something to finally write about, but I was still not certain where to begin. I made a cup of coffee and sitting down at the computer, I checked my social media feed.  There, in a memory of posts I had made on this day in previous years, was a Christmas letter I had written in the days before I started blogging.

The letter was based on a journal entry I had made many years previously.  A journal which I have since misplaced or lost, as I have not been able to find that particular notebook for several years now. I forgot I had written this letter, although re-reading it I remembered my thoughts at the time, and my earlier musings scribbled in my journal before that.

Here was the message I wished to share this Christmas day. I had already written it years before, waiting for providence to provide for me where my self-will failed to produce. It speaks of hope, and trust, and belief – all of which we are in sore need of in these dark days.

Just like small twinkling lights pushing back against the gloom of night, or the lightest touch of a single snowflake upon my face on Christmas Morning, it speaks of the way that God continually reaches out to us in small subtle ways to lead us from the darkness of these days to the glorious brightness of His unending Love for all of us.

My writing skill was not well honed at that time, but I share it here as it is. Merry Christmas to you all.


For me, the Story of Christmas is one of Hope, Trust, and Believing, but not on my part, but rather on the part of God. I cannot speak for all people of faith, but as a person of faith who believes in Christ, the story of the birth of the one who is to save us holds a special place in my heart. St. Paul said (paraphrased): “when I was a child, I spoke as a child, thought as a child, reasoned as a child. When I became a man I put away that childish nature [..]. At present I know partially, but one day I will know fully, as I am fully known”.

I am still a child in my faith. I am led to catch fleeting glimpses of a greater existence beyond the reality that I perceive with my senses through the words of Holy Scripture left to us by our ancestors, and through music, and art, and the lives of the Saints, all inspired by those words,  And yet, what I think I am glimpsing is not something more complex, but rather something much simpler than this current existence. Perhaps I am not child-like enough in my faith.

It seems to me that God has worked since creation to make God known to all creation, especially to us humans. We are creatures who learn through sharing our stories with one another. Even the paintings left by our earliest ancestors on the walls of caves attest to this fact. Humans have always needed to express themselves and share their stories with one another.

Is it any wonder then that God chose the language of humans to convey himself to us in stories of creation and of our earliest attempts to communicate with and understand the very nature of God?  Even now that what we call modern science is painting for us a picture of how all creation came into being, my faith and wonder at the wisdom of God and the words of holy scripture are just reinforced.

How beautiful it is to me that all the grand theories and the language of mathematics which give us the story of the Big Bang, were all summed up thousands of years ago by a human inspired by God to write two simple words, Fiat Lux!, Let there be light! [Note: since the original writing of the letter, a dear friend has pointed out that in the original Hebrew, there were more than two words, but I think the statement retains its meaning none the less. -geo]

The stories of Holy Scripture grow in complexity as the human understanding of God is revealed bit by bit. Sometimes using poetry, other times using  historical narrative. Sometimes speaking allegorically, and other times through the artist’s muse of the psalms. Yet God always conveys a bit more of the image of God to the human creature in the form that speaks best to us, the story, until in time God is ready to tell us the greatest story of all; The revealing of God to us, through us.

God is revealed to us by coming to us in human form, not in the form of splendor, glory and majesty, but rather in the form of a helpless child, the Christ. God comes to join in the human story by being born in human nature to a family of no fame, in a place and time in our history that seems unimportant.

God Believes that we humans will care for and nurture the Christ Child. God Trusts that our Human nature will protect the Christ Child and teach him how to grow into adulthood. God Hopes earnestly that our human nature will come to recognize the nature of God within all of us through the Christ Child in our midst.

Although God has legions of angels who stand ready to defend the Christ Child, God instead entrusts his safety, care, nurturing, and education to us fallible, imperfect humans, hoping that we will come to see the Light of God in the life of one little child.

I wish my faith was simple enough to see through the clutter of all this world’s problems and troubles and to focus only on this one tiny child, born in a stable, born to bring peace to this world, born to bring God to us and us to God.

Merry Christmas.  2012 -geo

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