Pentecost is a feast that I’ve come to appreciate more and more each year. While I like all the feast days, Pentecost is now one of my favorites; one that I look forward to the most. Interiorly, I feel more excited by Pentecost than I do by Christmas.

I’ve always been intrigued by the instruction Jesus gave to the apostles after the Resurrection and just before the Ascension to not leave Jerusalem.

Our Gospel this Sunday again takes place during the Last Supper; an excerpt from Jesus’ “Last Supper Discourse.” This discourse covers four chapters in the Gospel of John.

As of the time of me writing this letter, we still do not have a pope.

When Peter and his comrades were initially called to follow Jesus, back at the beginning of the Gospel, they were fishing and Jesus produced a miraculous catch of fish.

Would you consider yourself a boxer or a dancer?

When I was a child we had a pet hermit crab for a time. His name was Hermie. I’ll never forget Hermie.

Jesus was in the habit of sharing secrets with his closest friends.

Judgment isn’t black and white. We might think from the Gospel scene of the woman caught in adultery that it is.

As I did last week, I want to focus on the very first line of this weekend’s first reading.