Sunday, June 28, 2026

GIVE AND IT WILL BE GIVEN TO YOU


Whoever gives only a cup of cold water to one of these little ones to drink will surely not lose his reward.
Matthew 10:37-42

I have tried to live that Old Testament Proverb (11:25) that says, “He who waters others will himself be watered.” I was reminded of it when I saw the first reading and the gospel reading for today. Both readings teach us about God rewarding people for their generosity. The first reading tells us about how a woman, who built a little guest room in her house for the Prophet Elisha to stay in, was blessed with the baby that she had longed for over the years. In the gospel, Jesus promises a reward for every good deed, from welcoming a prophet to giving a child a cup of water.

All my life, I have had experiences of having my generous gestures come back to me a hundred-fold. Let me tell you just one story from my days down in the home missions of the diocese back when I was a young priest.

As the first Catholic priest to live in Wayne County, Kentucky, I was stationed at a mission church down along the Tennessee border. We had a handful, less than a dozen, of parishioners and money was very tight. In fact, one of my first jobs was to raise my own salary. Often it was a strain to even pay the church’s electric bill. I lived in the basement of the church to save the parish money. One of the ministries we had was a used clothing store for poor people who needed access to cheap clothing. One day, we got a load of clothes from the family of a man from Louisville who had died. I was going through his stuff, trying to organize it, when I came across a box of old shoes. In the bottom of the box, under the shoes, was a stack of $20 bills that amounted to about $400.00. I knew in my heart of hearts that the old man had hidden it there before he died and that the family was not aware of it. I stood there holding the $400.00, knowing that we could really use it, but also knowing that the family did not know what they had given us. I finally decided to send it back to the family who thanked me for my honesty. A few months went by and then one day a letter came in the mail. The family sent us a $1,000.00 check from his estate because we had been so honest!

That kind of thing happened all the time down there. We would get down to almost nothing, be generous to someone even needier than we were, only to see an unplanned donation come in from some unexpected source, often on the same day! It happened when I was a volunteer missionary in the Caribbean Missions a couple of years back. It happened during the St. Theresa Family Life Center and Guest House project that I just recently finished down in my home parish in Meade County. It is happening in my mission projects in Africa. In fact, this past Christmas Eve, I was short a few hundred dollars of my goal to finish the school building I was working on by Christmas! I went to the mail box that Christmas Eve and opened a letter that had a check in it that miraculously met our goal. I stood there amazed because I thought we would be short! It was a very last-minute miracle for sure!   

I first learned this "give-and-receive" dynamic from my mother. She had very little money, but she was a serious “giver,” from things out of her vegetable garden to loving compliments and kindly gestures, which always seem to come back to her in abundance. I have seen that dynamic play out over and over again in my 56 years as a priest. It has happened so many times that I was moved to have these words engraved on my new tombstone: "Simply Amazed - Forever Grateful!"  That’s probably where I got the idea of writing a column every week for fifteen years called An Encouraging Word. In it, I doubled-down on the spiritual practice of blessing people, not necessarily with material things, but even more so with encouragement which cost me nothing to give.  

"He who waters will be watered!" I was paid nothing for my fifteen years of writing those weekly columns, but nothing brought more blessings into my life than the practice of looking for people to compliment and encourage and then expressing what I had seen in that column. The idea was simple. I looked around for goodness to affirm rather than evils to condemn. Indeed, “He who waters will himself be watered!” Jesus put it this way, “Give and gifts will be given to you; a good measure, packed together, shaken down, and overflowing, will be poured into your lap.” (Luke 6:38)

Ever since I have adopted this spiritual practice in a serious way, I have also noticed in an ever-sharper focused way how many people, consciously or unconsciously, engage in the mean and ultimately self-defeating practice of withholding compliments. There may be even more people who stick their heads out a bit and then pull them back in giving praise, which may actually be even more cowardly. Henry Ward Beecher nailed it when he said, “The meanest, most contemptible kind of praise is that which first speak well of a man and then qualifies it with a “but.” Here is how that goes! “Your hair looks great, but you need to lose some of that weight!”  "That was a good homily, but it was much too long! 

Why is it so hard for some people to offer a direct, clear and unconditional compliment? Why does it seem like an “ascetical” practice that goes against our nature? I guess it goes all the way back to Cain and Abel. Cain became “resentful and crestfallen” because God looked with favor on his brother’s offering. This sin is alive and well even in clerical circles. Father Andrew Greeley once wrote (probably about the withholding he felt from his fellow priests in Chicago) that “the worst thing a diocesan priest can do is to get good at something.” I have felt what he was talking about. Several years into writing my column, I overheard one of my brother priests say loud enough for me to hear, "Oh, that Knott! He's never had a thought he hasn't published!" 

We have all heard the old saying, “What goes around, comes around.” Paul expands on that wisdom when he wrote to the Galatians. “A person will reap only what he sows. Let us not grow tired of doing good, for in due time we shall reap our harvest, if we do not give up. So then, while we have the opportunity, let us do good to all, especially to those who belong to the family of the faith.” (Galatians 6:7-10)

If we need to be loved, need to be appreciated, need to be noticed or need to be honored, the best way to get it is for us to extend love, to show appreciation, to pay attention to others and to honor them. Writing that column, looking for opportunities to bless others, brought me more blessings than I could ever have imagined. Hardly a day went by that I did not get a note, an email, a call or a greeting of appreciation in public places by people I had never met. I still receive encouraging words from people who remember it, even though I quit writing that column nine years ago!

For me, writing that column was a spiritual practice. I still try to carry on that practice of blessing people in various other ways. By watering others, I have certainly been watered! I have learned the truth that if you give to others what you need, it comes back to you multiplied! I know that those of you listening to me today know exactly what I mean. You have been generous and you know your generosity always comes back to you!   By watering others, you have been watered! My only prayer at this time is that God has abundantly rewarded all those people who have reached out to help us personally over the years --- and there have been many! They have our deepest gratitude and my prayer is that God has rewarded them a thousand times over for their generosity to us!     

 

 

 

Saturday, June 27, 2026

CHURCH CHAT #34

 
The newly elected Pope Leo praying at the simple tomb of the recently deceased Pope Francis. 

Thursday, June 25, 2026

I CAN'T HELP IT! MY ANCESTORS CAME FROM ENGLAND!

I ran across this cartoon a few weeks ago. It grabbed my attention because, being a descendant of immigrants from England to Maryland to Kentucky, I enjoy a good "Gin and Tonic" on occasion. That cartoon ultimately gave me an idea for a blog post and a chance to share my history of drinking - or the lack of it!  

First of all, we never drank alcohol in our house growing up. My Dad had a bottle of bourbon hidden in a closet to share with a cousin of his who visited from Louisville maybe once or twice a year. My uncle Bob did own a tavern a few miles away. We would stop in quite often, but I can't remember my Dad ever ordering a beer. He liked to "hang out" with neighbors and friends, chat with my uncle and talk about his lumber and building material business. 

Don't ask me why, but I asked another local tavern owner, and fellow parishioner, to be my Confirmation sponsor. I just thought both he (Edwin Lee Rhodes) and my uncle (Bob Knott) were wonderful people that I liked and admired! 

When I was in my early years of seminary, we could get "kicked out" for having a beer or any alcohol in our possession. After Vatican Council II, a lot of seminary rules changed. One of those changes was being allowed to own our own cars on campus. Another change was being allowed to go to the local taverns in the evenings since we were all over 21 by that time. The thinking was that it would be good for the staff to see how we could handle alcohol before being ordained. The second change was even more dramatic. They begin to worry about us drinking and driving back to the seminary on those country roads. Sometime during the years leading up to ordination, St. Meinrad Seminary was the first college in Indiana to get a liquor license! They opened a pizza pub on campus called "The Unstable" in one of the two gyms. It got it's name for the old barn wood and decorations that came from an old barn that lined its interior walls.  A newer version was built when that old gym was torn down. The new "Unstable" is still in existence.  

The summer before I was ordained a Deacon, and two summers before I was ordained a priest, I worked in Crater Lake National Park for the United Church of Christ as its first Catholic "student minister" preaching two ecumenical campground services each Sunday. I also served Mass each weekend. My weekday job in the main Lodge, where I lived, was Night Desk Clerk. Because I was one of the few students over 21 working in that National Park, I filled in as a part-time "wine steward" in the dining room and a part-time "bar tender" in the lodge's bar. (I was also the Master of Ceremonies for the Miss Crater Lake Beauty Pageant, but I digress! That is another whole story in itself!)   

Even with that history behind me, I don't drink a lot personally. I never have and I never drink alone. I never drink bourbon, scotch, rum, tequila or beer! I never drink bourbon because I got sick on it in college and never got over that bad experience. I used to drink wine when I attended a special dinner, but I seldom do that anymore because wine makes me groggy. When I have a choice of drinks when I go out to dinner, I usually order a gin and tonic "tall" (meaning a little gin and lots of tonic - enough to last through the whole meal).  

I am certainly not against drinking any of the above for religious reasons. I just don't really enjoy drinking alcohol all that much. However, I  do have most of the drinks mentioned above, including wine, available at my condo for guests who might enjoy a drink with dinner or maybe just when they drop in for pizza or may want a drink out on the deck! 

Here's a very short video you might enjoy about the joys of Gin and Tonics for us English men!  (Click on arrow and then open "Full Screen" to see bigger image)

Even though I gave up cigars several years ago, I would still rather have a nice cigar than a drink! Cigars are still tempting after all these years! 

Myself and some great priests on June 10, 2019 in the Diocese of Crookston, Minnesota, having an annual cigar at one of the 140 priest retreats I led during those years.  Two of those priests were students of mine at St. Meinrad Seminary (left to right #1 and #3). Both of them are pastors in the Diocese of Crookston today.  
An Indianapolis seminarian (now a priest) and myself at a "field day" celebration at St. Meinrad School of Theology and Seminary when I was on the Staff there @2013.

Now, if I could just get off my serious craving for sugar, I might live to be 100! 





 

 

Tuesday, June 23, 2026

SAVING YOURSELF WHEN EVERYONE ELSE SEEMS TO BE DROWNING

"THERE IS NO RESCUE PARTY OUT LOOKING FOR YOU!"

We're living through the most disorienting societal moment since World War II. Some one referred to this generation as the "Rattled Generation." Almost nobody in a position of power is explaining very adequately just why we are rattled, much less what to do about it.

You could say that I am also a victim of this chaotic government and our disoriented society, but from my own past experiences, I do have a couple of suggestions about what you can do about surviving the present chaos and disorientation in which so many seem to be drowning! 

I believe you need to have what I call "your own fire escape experience!" When I was in college, I was bashful, backward, scared and unhappy. I thought that if I could just find a way to change the world, I could become a happier more confident person. One day, on a fire escape, I remember reading something that changed my life. I realized that I had become, in the words of George Bernard Shaw, "a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world would not devote itself to making me happy!" I decided that day to "grab the bull by the horns" and do something about it even if it killed me! I decided that I needed to change me and quit waiting to be rescued by somebody else! I started doing just that and I am still working my program! 

I realized soon afterwards, in the words of Al Franken, the comedian, that "it is easier to put on slippers than it is to carpet the world." In other words, it is easier to control oneself than try to control everybody else! The realization that there was no rescue party out looking for me hit me right between the eyes. If there was to be a rescue party coming to save me, then it was up to me! I had to be that rescue party!

You control you! Those are the three most important words I can recommend to you. Say them to yourself every morning. You don't control the economy. You don't control AI. You don't control the president! You don't control the stock market or group chat! However, you DO control YOU!

You control when you wake up, what you eat, whether you exercise, whether you pray, whether you meditate, whether you take five minutes to think, what you read, watch or listen to, how you treat the person in front of you, whether you send a text, make a call, apply for the job or show up for your friend.

Every one of those is a decision. Every one of your decisions makes you a little better — or a little worse. Nobody else can make your decisions for you. So when it gets hard, control what you can control. AI can't do that for you! I can't do that for you! You can do that for yourself! That realization is quite liberating, even empowering.

You can choose where you get engaged in life and how you get engaged. Nothing can make you feel better than being with others and especially with helping them. Find people who also want to help others and throw yourselves into action. If you are truly worked up about politics, don't vent! Volunteer! Vote! Use social media to spread your smarts and your sanity. Worried about poverty? The environment? Homelessness? Decide to make a difference. You can do something, even if it's small. Don't wait till you feel like it, just go ahead and start doing it and then you will feel better! 

Not too long ago, I woke up one day thinking that there was little I could do about generational poverty, Christian/Muslim relations and immigration issues all over the world, except to feel bad and frustrated. Then an opportunity came to help finish a grade school for a Catholic Bishop in Tanzania that I was introduced to one day. He wanted to address all three of those problems in his diocese in Tanzania through offering education at a very early age by opening a new primary school for local Christian, as well as Muslim, children. All of a sudden, I realized that I could do nothing about those issues on a global scale, but I could do something to change the lives of a few children, in one small place, in one African country, on the other side of the world!

I went into action, using my blog! In a few months, I had accepted enough donations, from sharing details online about the project and its goals with enough others, to finish the school. It is scheduled to open with four of its six classrooms in July 2026 - and hopefully the other two in early 2027.

Worst case? If I failed, I realized that I would be too busy to fixate on the craziness around me that I hear about every night on the evening news. Best case? I realized that I had an opportunity to change the lives of a bunch of children I will never meet. Their lives will be changed through the education they will receive, their children's lives will be changed maybe for generations into the future, that little community will be changed for the good because the individual lives of the people living there will have been changed for the good! Through education, families will be able to escape from the cycle of generational poverty. Muslim children will remember the people who gave them an education and maybe local Christians and Muslims, at least, will live in peace with one another going forward. Then no one from that area of Tanzania will need to migrate, but can thrive right there in that community. I was right! I could change the world of a few people at least in one small spot on the other side of the world!

In conclusion, I offer a few more simple tips: live simply, monitor your intake of social media, realize that modern media is full of falsehood, anger and poor examples of success so don't believe everything you hear or read, test everything for truth, don't blindly follow the herd and, lastly, decide on the tried and true values you want to live by and stick to them regardless of what everybody else is doing! Even if you are part of "the rattled generation," you do not have to be rattled! Just change you and the way you look at things and help yourself  become "unrattled!" 










Sunday, June 21, 2026

DON'T BE AFRAID


 
 
Jesus said to them: "Fear no one! Do not be afraid! Have no fear!”
Matthew 10:26-33

Last week, we heard about Jesus picking the twelve apostles from among his disciples! This week we hear some of his instructions to them as he sends them out!  We’ve got to give Jesus some credit! After calling his disciples to follow him, he certainly did not promise any of them a rose garden! In today’s gospel, part of a longer passage we are reading over several Sundays, Jesus tells his disciples “not to be afraid,” not once, but three times! He speaks about “killing the body,” not once, but twice! It is part of a longer instruction to them before he sends them out to preach and to heal! 

I don’t know about you, but if I had been there, I would have smelled a rat, big time! Who needs to get involved in that kind of bad news? I hate to admit it, but I may have run like hell! However, in spite of all the mistreatment that Jesus warns them about, he also tells them that they will be taken care of! “Are not two sparrows sold for a small coin? Yet not one of them falls to the ground without your Father’s knowledge. So don’t worry; you are worth more than many sparrows. Even the hairs of your head are numbered.” He sums up his instruction by telling them to be sure to acknowledge God before others during the best of times and the worst of times!

Faithful Catholics, as a member of his church, Jesus sends us out as well and asks us to acknowledge our faith in the best and worst of times. For the church today, these are some of the most unsettling of times we have seen for a long time, which makes acknowledging our faith very difficult on some days! These are rough times, yes, but one of the good things that has come out of this time of trial is that it has forced every Catholic to reevaluate his or her faith! 

Embarrassed, some Catholics have no doubt, thrown in the towel on the church! Even though I find that tragic, I can understand their response - and I don't find it surprising! What really surprises me is the fact that many of you are staying and are working through all of this uncertainty! You are the people who keep me going! I have said more than once, I can see that your faith is well placed. Your faith is not, nor has it ever been, in the church's messengers!  The church has always referred to you as “the faithful,” and so you are!  You have loved your priests, no matter how quirky and weak they have been, and I believe that most of you still do! That’s what makes this so painful for you: the realization that someone that you have loved so much could, in their sickness, do harm to children!  The revelation of these events has no doubt shaken some of your faith, but not destroyed it. Your faith is built on solid rock! It will stand! Jesus asks you today to acknowledge your faith to others in the best and worst of times just like he asked his original followers to do!

Jesus has sent me out, as well as you, and has asked us to acknowledge our calls in the best and worst of times! I can still remember the days right after the sexual abuse scandal broke into the open here in Louisville. I caught myself one day putting my hand over my Roman collar at a stop light so nobody could see it. I was embarrassed to be a priest! My feelings were published in America Magazine in 2002 in an article I submitted called "Collateral Damage: How One Priest Is Feeling These Days." It still saddens me to remember how I felt writing it in just about an hour on my front porch!  

In my 56 years of priestly ministry, I have also seen some great times. As a priest, I have experienced some incredibly marvelous things, things I could not have imagined being part of when I was growing up! Yes, I have a few set-backs that I thought I would not live through, but they have been so few compared to the numerous wonderful things, even incredible things! As I trudged through that sexual abuse scandal a few years ago, everything went through my mind. For the very first time, I caught myself imagining what I would do if I were not a priest! It was only momentary, but still it is significant that my mind even went there to begin with! What was shocking, even to me, is that I had even felt a twisted kind of envy, yes envy, of those who were forced out! I knew that some of my brother priests who had lost everything because of their twisted behaviors and were dismissed also experienced a great freedom: with their whole lives exposed, they were finally free of the heavy burden of other people’s expectations, something that those of you who have never been in our shoes as a public person, may not understand.  In spite of those painful days, when all was said and done and when I came to the end of a day’s worrying, I always returned to the fact that that pain was good pain! Children must be protected! Priests must be trusted and those of us who remain must, as St. Paul puts it: “Preach the gospel in season and out of season, whether convenient or inconvenient!” As for me, I am hopefully here to stay, even though I cannot say that I have always been without fear. I am trying to carry on and not be afraid. With God’s help and with the finish line in sight, fear will hopefully not overwhelm me the rest of the trip!

I served the archdiocese as the Vocation Director during the height of that scandal. When I was the local Vocation Director, what did I say to those who might feel called to priesthood? To them, I simply said this. "The church needs you now more than ever!"  To any would-be-priest, in all honesty, I would say this even today! "If you fold in face of every crisis and you collapse every time you face a set-back, you probably should think twice before getting into this way of life!" It has always taken some kind of courage to be a priest. I believe that it will take even more courage in the future. As scripture says, “My son, if you seek to serve the Lord, be ready for a battle!” As one-about-to-be-ordained seminarian was quoted in NEWSWEEK magazine a few years ago when a reporter asked him if he was hesitant about going into the priesthood, he said this. "This is the priesthood today - to suffer for things you did not do!" If he was ordained, that young man is no doubt making a fine priest somewhere! Going into it, he was obviously aware of the warning Jesus gave the first group of disciples that he sent out in today's gospel! 

I learned a long time ago that priesthood, whether it is your baptismal priesthood or my ordained priesthood, is actually healthiest when it isn’t a bed of roses! As the old saying goes, “Whatever doesn’t kill you will make you stronger!” For me, priesthood has seldom been a bed of roses, but in my book, it has definitely been worth it! Many of you could say the same thing about being a parent. It may not have been a bed of roses every day, but it has certainly been worth it!

My friends, we live in trying times when it comes to remaining faithful Catholics. Many have simply walked away from the church. Being faithful Catholics, we are sometimes attacked and ridiculed for our fidelity. There are indeed many thorny issues dividing us, but in spite of our fear I have met so many fellow Catholics who are trying their best to hang on! They inspire me to hang in there with them! 

I once heard a great preacher compare the church today to being a gigantic egg. I have shared that story with you many times before. He said that some days we wake up and that egg is covered with small cracks - ever widening cracks! Many simply run away for the ensuing mess. Others are running around with tape and string and ladders yelling that it is falling apart and we must do something to hold it together.

That great Catholic preacher suggested, on the other hand, that when the egg starts cracking like that, we need to stand back and let it hatch! We are not dying! We are giving birth! I grew up on a farm and I know that he was right. I know that the dumbest thing you can do when an egg is about to hatch is to try to prevent it! In trying to prevent it from cracking, you can actually smother the new life that is struggling to get out!  

Sending them out, Jesus said to them: "Fear no one! Do not be afraid! Have no fear! 

 

 

 

 

 

 







Thursday, June 18, 2026

FIVE MARKS OF A GROWN-UP FOR THOSE WHO ARE NOT THERE YET

 

    THE FIVE MARKS OF ADULTHOOD

    A Bit Of Help From The Internet
    from 
    Robert Kegan 

    1. Self-Authored Identity: At this stage, individuals are no longer bound by external expectations, societal norms, or fixed identities. They are self-authored, which means they can define their values, principles and beliefs independently.

    2. Embrace of Paradox: People at this stage are comfortable with ambiguity and paradoxes. They can hold opposing viewpoints, recognizing that truth is often multifaceted. This is where the concept of the “death of the ego” comes in, as it signifies a transcendence of the ego’s need to be right or in control.

    3. Broader Sense of Humanity: At this stage individuals experience a profound connection with humanity as a whole. They recognize their interdependence with others and often engage in activities that contribute to the greater good.

    4. Adaptive and Agile: This stage brings a high degree of adaptability and agility. Individuals can shift their perspective based on context and have a deep understanding of the multiple roles they play in different aspects of life.

    5. Continuous Growth: This stage is not an endpoint but a starting point for continuous growth. It’s a place from which individuals can navigate complexity, learn, and adapt in an ever-changing world.





    Tuesday, June 16, 2026

    THE BEATITUDES EXPLAINED

     

    Unlike the Ten Commandments, which stress the things that one who loves God should not do, today’s gospel offers us a list of things that a person who loves God does do. It is important to remember here that Jesus is not saying “do these things and God will love you,” but rather “if you love God, these are the things you will do!” We do not do these things to earn God’s love, rather if we love God, we will do these things. So, what then does a serious lover of God look like?

    (1) He or she is first of all “poor in spirit.”  What Jesus is talking about here is not merely economic poverty. Even the dirt poor can be greedy in their hearts. What it means, really, is the deep-down knowledge that when it comes right down to it, we own nothing and everything can be taken away from us in an instant. Every material possession, every blessing we have ever had, is a gift from God that was given to us, not to hoard, but to share. The more we have been given, the greater the responsibility we have to share.” “Poverty of spirit” is a basic knowledge that we are all poor, when it comes right down to it. As they say, “There are no pockets in shrouds!”

    (2) A serious lover of God is able to mourn. One who loves God seriously knows that we are interconnected human beings and therefore never loses his or her ability to feel the suffering of others. A cold-hearted, self-centered, disinterested person is not a friend of God. A friend of God shares the compassion of Christ who was moved deeply by the horrible suffering of simple human beings and is never far from “the gift of tears,” as the saints called it.

    (3) A serious lover of God is meek. A “meek” person is not a person who lets people walk over him or her. A “meek” person lives with the knowledge that he is never “a god,” but nonetheless always a “child of God.” In other words, he neither inflates his own worth on one hand, nor does he allow others to deflate his value on the other hand.  Being meek means to know who we are in God’s eyes- nothing more, but nothing less!

    (4) A serious lover of God hungers and thirsts for righteousness. A serious lover of God does not dabble in religion, placing religion somewhere outside the realm of his daily living and daily choices.  Rather, he or she is a serious spiritual seeker, always trying to align his everyday life with Christian principles.  He or she strives always to close the gap between being a Christian in name and being a Christian in fact, while being totally free of religious fanaticism and doing spiritual violence to others in the name of orthodoxy.

    (5) A serious lover of God is merciful. Being merciful means letting God be the judge of other people. It means giving people the benefit of the doubt, giving them a break, wishing them well on their path, knowing that with God, it isn’t over till it’s over, and with God there is always another chance. Yes, it also means living the maxim, “There but for the grace of God, go I!” Thomas Merton said, "The whole idea of compassion is based on a keen awareness of the interdependence of all livings things, which are part of one another, and all involved in one another."

    (6) A serious lover of God is clean of heart. A serious lover of God doesn’t just do good things, he or she does them for the right reason and with the purest of motives.  I tried to remind the seminarians at Saint Meinrad that it is a good thing to want to be a priest, but one must go into it for good reasons – to serve people, not for what priesthood can do for them. It is a good thing to give to the poor, but one can give to the poor, not because they love the poor, but because they will get their name in the paper or will have a building named after them. A serious lover of God always does good things, but he also does them for the right reason.

    (7) A serious lover of God is a peacemaker. War is getting more and more irrelevant. We need to become as good at peacemaking as we have been at building sophisticated weapons. There will always be misunderstanding between people. One who truly loves God has the ability and the credibility to prevent disagreements from becoming a reason for violence. We need not think globally only. Families, marriages, neighborhoods, siblings and churches desperately need these peacemakers. When enough of us really love God, we will have enough peacemakers to move us closer to universal peace.  If you love God, you love his people! If you love his people, you will do what you can to bring them together.

    (8) A serious lover of God will be persecuted, insulted and lied about. The brighter the light the fiercer the attack! Evil does not like goodness. Evil cannot tolerate the presence of goodness and so it attacks. One who seriously loves God is more than willing to take persecution, insults and lies, knowing that personal integrity is more important than comfort or approval.

    So, the bottom line is this – you will know that you are on the path to sainthood if these "beatitudes" describe you! If these eight characteristics don't describe you, make a u-turn while you can, because you're headed in the wrong direction!      

     

     

     

     

     

     


    Sunday, June 14, 2026

    A MOTLEY CREW FOR SURE

    The names of the twelve apostles are these: Peter, Andrew, James, John, Phillip, Bartholomew, James, Thaddeus, Thomas, Matthew, Simon and Judas.
    Matthew 9 

    Jesus was right! The church is like a huge dragnet that scoops up a little of everything from the depths of the sea. Jesus was right! The church is like a field of weeds and wheat growing together. Jesus was right! The church is like a wedding banquet attended by the good and bad alike!   Today’s "Pharisees," like the self-righteous Pharisees of old, are scandalized by this reality, the reality that the church is, and always has been, a hodge-podge of sinners and saints! These self-righteous types try to distance themselves from today's “undesirables,” imagining themselves as "better than" while despising so-called "degenerates," "sinners," and various people on the margins.  

    In another gospel text, we are presented with the scene of Jesus joining tax collectors, sinners and his disciples at a dinner at Matthew's house.  Jesus obviously attended such dinners quit often because the Scriptures tell us that Jesus earned the nicknames of “glutton” and “drunkard” within the religious establishment. Coming upon this dinner scene at Matthew's house, with "tax collectors and sinners sitting down with Jesus and his disciples to eat," the Pharisees objected vehemently, “Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?”  Overhearing their criticism, Jesus responds without apology, saying this to them: “Those who are well do not need a doctor! Sick people do! I did not come to call the righteous, but sinners!”

    If the church is like a dragnet that scoops up a little of everything from the depths of the sea, then Jesus must have scraped the bottom of the pond to come up with this motley crew that we have come to call “apostles” and "saints."  As St. Paul said of Jesus, "He chooses the weak and makes them strong!" A few years ago, I came across a funny memo addressed to Jesus about the apostles he was about to choose. It is sent from a fictional consulting firm in Jerusalem! It may be funny, but it makes a profound point that I have used a couple of ties before in other parishes. Let me read a section to you.

    Jesus, Son of Joseph
    Woodcrafter Carpenter Shop
    Nazareth 25922

    Dear Jesus:             

    Thank you for submitting the resumes of the twelve men you have picked for management positions in your new organization. All of them have now taken our battery of tests; we have not only run the results though our computer, but we have also arranged personal interviews for each of them with our psychologist and vocational aptitude consultant.

    It is the staff's opinion that most of your nominees are lacking in background, education and vocational aptitude for the type of enterprise you are undertaking.              

    Simon Peter is emotionally unstable and given to fits of temper. Andrew has absolutely no qualities of leadership. The two brothers, James and John, place personal interest above company loyalty. Thomas demonstrates a questioning attitude that would tend to undermine morale. We feel that it is our duty to tell you that Matthew has been blacklisted by the Greater Jerusalem Better Business Bureau. James, son of Alpheus, and Thaddeus definitely have radical leanings, and they both registered a high score on the manic-depressive scale.

    One of the candidates, however,  shows great potential. He is a man of ability and resourcefulness, meets people well, has a keen business mind, and has contacts in high places. He is highly motivated, ambitious and responsible. We recommend Judas Iscariot as your controller and right-hand man.

    We wish you every success in your new adventure.

    Sincerely yours,

    Jerusalem Management Consultants

     

    “God’s ways are not our ways.” How many times have we heard that remark? Well, it is absolutely true and the Scriptures are full of examples where God seems to relish in picking losers, crooks, idiots and incompetents to do his most important work. In the Old Testament, we read about the call of Abraham and Sara. They were 99 and 90 respectfully when they were called to begin the most important family in history! A little old, don’t you think? When he needed a mother for Jesus, who did he pick but an engaged teenager from nowhere!  A little risky, don’t you think? Are we surprised that Jesus would pick such a shaky foundation on which to build his church: a liar, a couple of mama’s babies, two Middle Eastern terrorists, an agnostic and a tax collector? The only reason I can figure out for these kinds of decisions is to let us know loudly and clearly that it is God’s work, not our effort or expertise, that counts! It’s not about our goodness. It’s about God’s goodness!

    Most of my life I have struggled with feelings of not being good enough, no doubt results of some serious emotional abuse when I was a child. “You will never amount to anything!” “You can’t do anything right!” “You’re a hopeless case!” My feelings of not being good enough are not as severe as they used to be, by a long shot, but traces of them are still there and those old feelings can be triggered almost without warning. Many of you know what I am talking about. They are irrational feelings, for the most part, but they are still there. One incident in particular triggered them “big time!” Pope Benedict told a group of newly ordained priests in Rome a few years ago that they must be “perfect.” Since I have never felt like I could adequately measure up to the expectations that people place on priests, those words really rattled me. It has taken me years to quit beating myself up for not being perfect and be consoled that my best was good enough for God. I don’t want to go back there! I won’t go back! 

    It is the gospel message that has helped me understand God's love more than any psychologist! The word “gospel” means “good news.” The “good news” is this: our best may not be good enough for this world, but it is good enough for God! God loves us without condition! As our second reading today puts it, “God proves his love for us, in that while we were still sinners Christ died for us!” God’s love is freely given without any need on our part to earn it. God loves us flaws and all!  One Scripture says this: “People see externals. God sees into the heart.” Another Scripture says this: “God chooses the weak and made them strong in bearing witness to him.” Jesus filled these weak, flawed and sinful bunch of men with the fire of his love and gradually made saints of them! In his ministry Jesus specialized, not in ritual temple service, but in helping society's rejected and marginalized people feel worthy in God's eyes: the poor, women, children, the diseased, the ostracized and the marginalized - people who did not feel good enough!

    My friends, in the end, it is not about what you do for God, it is about what God has done for you! No matter what happens, remember this: you are valued and loved in God eyes, no matter what you’ve done or failed to do!  As scripture says in our second reading today: “He died for us while we were sinners.” Notice that it does not say: “He died for us because we shaped up!” God loves us, not because we deserve it, but in spite of the fact that we do not deserve it!

    If Jesus can choose Peter, Andrew, James, John, Phillip, Bartholomew, James, Thaddeus, Thomas, Matthew and Simon and use them for his work, he can choose people like you and me, flaws and all, to carry on that work! God did not love us because we are lovable. We are loveable because God loves us.  God’s love is purely a gift. So, before we go around judging others’ worthiness before God, let us own our own sins and failings. If God can have compassion on us, after knowing all our sins and failures, then we surely can have compassion on each other.  As we say in the Mass, right before communion, “Lord, I am not worthy to receive you, but only say the word and I shall be healed!” 

                  

     

    Thursday, June 11, 2026

    BUILDING PROJECTS: A "KNOTT THING" GOING WAY BACK

     

    I am "a builder!" From childhood, I always have been and I guess I will always be "a builder." I am not exactly sure where it came from! It may be the fact that I grew up in a small house with seven children and was always looking for a place to escape from the chaos or it is something hereditary in my genes. It certainly could be either!

    When I was a child, I started simply. I remember being attracted to a strange patch of very tall weeds that looked a lot like a patch of bamboo growing in the field behind our house. I hollowed out the center of that patch leaving a small hidden door as an entrance. I didn't move into it, but I remember it as a private place to go hide from the world! For a while it was my quiet escape from all the chaos of a big family in a small house. When the weather changed and the tall weeds began to die, I was forced to give it up. 

    In the woods behind our neighbor's house was a goldmine of building opportunities. Our neighbor was old and could no walk back into her woods to check on things, so I had free reign for several years. I first secured a hide-out under a rock ledge overlooking a small creek. (We called it a "branch.") I remember dreaming about how I would make a home of it. I found rocks to build a fire pit for cooking. I dragged tree branches up to "wall it in" for security. When it was done, I dammed up the creek with rocks to make a "swimming pool."  Starting even then, I learned from future projects that it was more fun building these places than it was actually using them when they were finished. When finished, I tended to move on to the next building project.

    Next, came "Fort Apache," built from the wooden rails of an old broken down rail fence along the edge of the woods. It had small rooms on each corner connected by a protective fence enclosing the whole fort with a main entrance! 

    After that, I talked a couple of friends into helping me dig a cave under a tree behind a neighbor's house with one shovel between us! We spent most of our time talking about how big it was going to be with each of us having our own room. The more we talked, the bigger the cave came to be in our imaginations. We chose the under-the-tree location so that we could dig in the shade and not get too hot doing it! After digging about a foot deep and hitting tree roots, we decided to abandoned the project "for a while." We never got back to it! 

    I had a few more small projects until my father sold his sawmill and started a building material business when all this creativity was interrupted with work, work and more work especially after school, weekends and during the summer. When I reached age 14 and graduated from grade school, I left for the seminary. In seminary, I did help with a small building project, under a rock ledge, in the woods behind the seminary, but my memory is very foggy because they never gave us much time to do much on our own. 

    Twelve years of seminary never gave me much time to engage in "building projects" until after I was ordained. I used my imagination to find summer jobs away from home like working at a pickle factory and at a hospital in Louisville, as a house painter outside Chicago and as a bar tender, a hotel desk clerk and a campground preacher for the United Church of Christ in Crater Lake National Park in Oregon. 

    After ordination, I was assigned to the home missions of our diocese. This gave me more opportunities to go back to my favorite pass-time - building projects. I renovated an abandoned camp on Lake Cumberland that a previous pastor had built - Camp Cracker Neck. 

    During those years I got the idea that I would "flip houses" till I retired so that I could build up enough funds to have my own retirement home. I started with opening a "Christmas Club Account" at the bank which produced $500 a year. Instead of spending it each year for five years, I saved up $2,500.00 to make a down payment on my first house which costs $7,500.00. I remember borrowing $5,000.00 and being worried to death about how I would pay that off. My salary in the first few years was $90.00 a month with $60.00 a month in Mass stipends. I worked to renovate it and paid off the debt over the next ten years until I was assigned to move to the center of the diocese. I sold that house for $18,000.00 and gave part of the profits to the mission church as a gift to build a picnic shelter at the church for group gatherings. 

    I took most of the profit to build a second house on a lake outside Bardstown. I was assigned to Louisville soon after that house was built. I sold that house and bought the first of three houses on Eastern Parkway. Each time I renovated the houses I had bought, I sold them and made a profit on each one. 

    In Louisville, my biggest project had to be when I was a major player in the $22,000,000.00 renovation and restoration of the Cathedral of the Assumption and its complex from 1983-1997. 
    Next, I completely renovated a huge old 1850's house in Meade County as a "retreat house" that I had hoped to rent. Then the sexual abuse scandal hit and I was scared to rent it out so I sold it.
    Then I started working at St. Meinrad Seminary as a staff member and doing priest retreats around the world. While at St. Meinrad, I built a coffee shop called Jack's in the Commons.
    A little later, I built a teaching kitchen for seminary students and my newly designed post-ordination priest programs. 
    For that program, I raised the funds, help design and remodeled a complete floor of Bede Hall into overnight rooms for a senior priest program that I had established. The rooms were especially sensitive to the needs of senior priests and offered deluxe accommodations - for a seminary program at least!       
    Next, I had a "Prayer Garden" built next to the Shrine of Monte Casino on a hill near St. Meinrad Monastery in honor of my mother. 
    Because I was traveling a lot, and not wanting property that required yard work and the possibility of vandalism, I bought my present condo on Eastern Parkway, my fourth residence on that street. Looking to the future, I bought it because it had two floors - a main floor and a "mother-in-law" suite downstairs. It has two decks, two kitchens, three bathrooms, three bedrooms and two living rooms. After saving and flipping houses for over 50 years, I was able to realize my old dream of paying cash for my condo and bought an in-home health care policy so that I could someday, in my retirement, live on one floor and my care-taker could live on the other, without having to be in each other's space. 

    When I did retire, I started building projects in the Caribbean missions, mostly in the 32 island country of St. Vincent and the Grenadines, but also in Barbados and Trinidad, with the help of a group of generous donors. On the main island, I remodeled a complete Pastoral Centre with its multiple guest rooms and offices, built a new chapel, air-conditioned a huge meeting room, remodeled the bishop's quarters, built new kitchens upstairs and down and secured new furniture and decorations throughout. 
    I remodeled a retreat house on another island, renovated parts of churches on a couple of other islands and helped with the needs of the orphanage on the main island, not to mention two cars, two vans, a outboard motor for priests to do island hopping Masses, securing much of the equipment for a new hospital, school supplies and toys for children. I even sent a large group of teenagers to Portugal for "World Youth Day" and taught formation classes for deacons, priests and seminarians. After twelve trips down there, I finally had to quit when the island volcano erupted and COVID struck.

    After that, I remodeled my old closed grade school down in Meade County, Kentucky, into a new St. Theresa Family Life Center and Museum and the old parish rectory into a new St. Theresa Guest House for overnight guest presenters and for private retreats. 
    In the last few years, I have partnered with Father John Judie in his missionary work in Kenya and Tanzania. So far, with the help of several generous donors, I have built a new 500-seat church in Kenya, a new house for a single mother of two children, helped pay off the debt of several seminarians and have almost completed a half-finished grade school in Tanzania.
    I said at the beginning of this post that this drive to build might just be "something in the Knott genes that I have inherited."  From my friend and distant genealogist relative in Maryland, Frank Knott, from which we Knotts migrated to Kentucky in the early 19th century, I have learned that both of us come from a long list of "builders" going way back to England. 

    I would like to end this blog with one bit of proof of this hunch that I experienced in Newfoundland, Canada, when I was leading a priest retreat up there. One day I was standing at the hotel guest counter when I looked out to see a truck leaving the parking lot. The sign on the doors said "Knott Construction Company." When I asked if there were members of the Knott family living in the area, the woman said, "Lots of them! I heard that they came from England on a boat headed to Maryland in the United States back in the late 18th or early 19th century, but some of them were so sea-sick that they got off the boat and refused to go any further!" I really wanted to stop that truck before it left, but I was too late. I wanted to tell them that my father started a construction company that my youngest brother now owns, called Knott's Supply, that my grand father and great grandfather were builders and that I too am a descendant from a long line of "Knott builders" as well!   Yes, it's an obsession - a handed-down obsession I call a "Knott thing!"