The Breviarian Hours

           One of the biggest “Did He just say that?!” moments in Scripture happens when Jesus turns to Peter—yes, that Peter, the rock, the chosen one—and calls him Satan. Ouch. One minute, Peter is getting praise for recognizing Jesus as the Christ, and the next? Boom. “Get behind me, Satan!” Imagine the whiplash.      But let’s be honest. Don’t we all have Peter moments? Times when we think we’re saying the right thing, doing the right thing—only for Jesus to tell us, “You don’t get it.”        Think about it: We’ve been in this community for 25 years (and counting). Some of us have been here from the start, others joined along the way, and some are still discerning if this is where they belong. But at some point, the question comes: “Am I still meant to be here?”        And let’s be real—it’s tempting to think, “Maybe I’ve done my part.” Maybe we’re tired, disillusioned, or even just… comfortable. “...

       I heard the Gospel about the blind man once more, and this time, Luke 18:35-43 resonated with me in a deeply familiar way. It reminded me of one of BroA’s most frequently shared reflections during recollections. He would always ask, “Which line strikes you the most?” And yesterday, the words “Lord, I want to see again” struck me profoundly.      The blind man’s plea was simple yet profound. He longed for sight—not just physical, but perhaps even spiritual. And it made me think of where we are now in our journey with God.      I remember the early days—those moments when we were like the disciples at Pentecost, on fire with the Holy Spirit. The vision was undeniable. We were filled with zeal, eager to bring others closer to Christ through service. That fire was contagious, drawing many into the mission. We lived with the certainty that God was with us, that He would provide for us.      But of course, the honeymo...