Rector’s Reflections

April 19, 2026

Dear People of God, 

Our Easter Season continues. The joy of the Easter Season speaks of life so abundant we call it eternal– Resurrection! Everything around us also speaks of life – trees budding, flowers blooming (real soon), and the Cubs and Sox still in the pennant chase! However, so much of life deals with attitude. Am I patient, stubborn, controlling, joy-filled? Do I see the glass half-empty or half-full?

Do I tend to blame others too easily before looking into my own heart? As I grow older, is life making me bitter or better? 

Life is difficult, and each day we choose how we will respond to this gift called life. Our Easter Season speaks of new life, hope, beginnings, and second chances. The Resurrection of our Lord Jesus offers us life so abundant we call it eternal — forever with God.

Spring has sprung, and all around us speaks of life and growth. Our Easter Season provides a lens to “see” life with hope and joy. I share with you the following…. enjoy. What is my attitude? May our attitude always reflect a joy rooted in Our Lord Jesus Christ, who promises us His peace, mercy, and forgiveness. I share the following – back by popular demand!

Excerpts from a Dog’s Diary

 8:00 am – Dog food!  My favorite thing!

 9:30 am – A car ride!  My favorite thing! 

 9:40 am – A walk in the park!  My favorite thing!

10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 

12:00 pm — Lunch! My favorite thing!

 1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

 3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

 5:00 pm – Dinner! My favorite thing! 

 6:00 pm – Oooh, Bath. Bummer.

 7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

 8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm– Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat’s Diary

Day 983 of my captivity

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomited on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Jerks!

 t.There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Day 984 of my captivity.

Today, I was almost successful in an attempt to take out one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow – but at the top of the stairs.                         

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released—and seems more than willing to return. He is obviously crazy.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating regularly with the guards. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe…FOR NOW!!

Keep smiling,    

 Fr. Greg