He Has Risen

Leaving St. Patrick’s Church in Rittenhouse Square.

They were giving out free books again. I picked up:

Jesus and the Jewish Roots of the Eucharist: Unlocking the Secrets of the Last Supper.

This journey… it’s becoming something interesting.

Returning to the Root

I was born Catholic.
Baptized at Immaculate Heart of Mary.
Pre-K to 8th grade.
Every single week, I prayed in church.

But still—

Even though I traveled the road from Jerusalem to Jericho every day in the Holy Land… Jesus was missing in my life.

Seven years of travel.
Seven years of movement.
And now?

I think I need to root myself here.
Here, where I actually live.
To embrace Jesus — as He has risen.
To believe in the words said in this church.

A Place to Return To

St. Patrick’s?

Yeah, I think this is it.

This is a great place for me to keep coming back to—to learn, grow, read, and listen to songs.

Maybe even…

A Radical Thought

Not just delete your Instagram.

Delete your Spotify.

What do you need Spotify for?

You can go in that church and listen to the most beautiful organ that’s been there for over a century.

Seriously.

That music?

It hit.
Way deeper than anything I’ve heard.
They were singing in Latin.

What the hell. This is amazing.

I’m excited.
I can’t wait to pray.
I can’t wait to share what I learn.

Blessed and Happy

Easter Sunday.
Jesus has risen.

Here I am.
Back in Rittenhouse Square.
Feeling grateful.