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HulkHoganPicture.jpgYep, that's what I'd like to try to accomplish in the coming months.

And now, thanks to one of my favorite blogs (The Art of Manliness), I have the musical inspiration I need:  52 Workout Songs to load into a playlist in my iPod for my next run around the park or batch of sit-ups or push-ups.

Of course, the way I've kicked off lately, I'll be lucky to get through one song before I wrap up my sit-ups or push-ups, but I'll get to two songs.  You just wait and see.

Check out the list.  Some of these are really, really good.
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Maybe it's because it's contrasted against three non-stop weeks of traveling for work, or maybe it's because of something else, but the last couple of nights have been the absolute best for me here with the boys.

book.jpgWhen they've been getting home from NaNa's house, I've been able to play non-stop with them - Matthew rolling/running around (he has quite a cruising speed) in his rolling seat and Thomas wrestling me and tickling me and taking the tickles too.

Then, at bedtime, I've read to Thomas each night.  He loves my rendition of The Monster at the End of This Book, which is especially cool since it was one of my favorite books as a little boy.

Between the play time and the books, I've had to leave for music group (we're getting ready for the parish's big 20th Anniversary celebration this weekend), but have been back for the end of bath time and getting ready for bed.

It's been a great week of evenings with the boys, and it's only Tuesday!  Gotta love being able to be at home...
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host.jpgI've been going through another one of my phases lately where I want to listen to Country music whenever I'm listening to music.  (Jason, of course, would argue that the music I call "Country" isn't really "Country", but alas)...

In fact... driving home from the airport last night after landing from California, it was good to belt out the words along with Brad Paisley... it felt like I was back home, midwestern, heartland, American.

The last few days, though, the lyrics to Rascal Flatts' "Every Day" have really struck me as amazingly deep.  In hearing them, I think of Christ, His Sacrifice and gift of Salvation, and the Eucharist made present in the Mass every hour of every day everywhere in the world.

Every time the hook/refrain "Every day" comes around, I can visualize the Host being raised by another priest somewhere else in the world as day breaks in the never-ending praise and worship of the Lamb.

Every time I hear the words about the brokenness, the frailty, the wrongs, I think of my own sins and what Christ came to accomplish.

It's pretty powerful imagery in the lyrics that for me, at least, connect very strongly to God and Church and the faith experience.

Here are the lyrics:

You could've bowed out gracefully
But you didn't
You knew enough to know
To leave well enough alone
But you wouldn't
I drive myself crazy
Tryin' to stay out of my own way
The messes that I make
But my secrets are so safe
The only one who gets me
Yeah, you get me
It's amazing to me

CHORUS
How every day
Every day, every day
You save my life

I come around all broken down and
crowded out
And you're comfort
Sometimes the place I go
Is so deep and dark and desperate
I don't know, I don't know

Repeat Chorus

Sometimes I swear, I don't know if
I'm comin' or goin'
But you always say something
without even knowin'
That I'm hangin' on to your words
With all of my might and it's alright
Yeah, I'm alright for one more night-
every day
Every day, every day, every day
Every day, every day
You save me, you save me, oh, oh, oh
Every day
Every, every, every day-

Every day you save my life

Here's the song:

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This entry is 2 in a set of 4 that I was inspired to write during our May trip to Peoria, IL for our friend Robert's Ordination to the Priesthood.  All four entries will appear over the course of this coming week.

My close friends know that I went through a period of time in which I wandered from the Church and her teachings.  I'm not alone - it's something that the media and statistics tell us that many, if not most, of my contemporaries have done and are doing.  It started innocently enough with immersion in and exploration of what can most fairly be described as New Age philosophies and "spirituality."

My close friends also know that during that time, I was "searching" for something that I had named "?", or the "unknown", or the Spirit that ties us all to each other and that powers, drives, motivates, inspires, and gives life to each of us.

During that time, I often looked at Christians with some level of disbelief that bordered on disdain.  I couldn't believe that "they had missed the boat" and were still following Christ when He had specifically told the Apostles that he must leave them and would send them a new advocate.  I thought that even if the Gospel and the Story of the Lord were true, then why would the even call themselves "Christian"?  I was looking for the word for that new advocate He had described.  I was looking for that very advocate.

It wasn't until a lifelong friend invited me back to Mass - to a 10 P.M. Mass at SLU's St. Francis Xavier College Church, actually - that I found what I had wandered and stumbled in search of for so long.

When the priest raised the consecrated Host and the Chalice of the Precious Blood and invoked the Spirit, I realized the great gift I had been given in the Faith as a child that I had not seen before.

I had found the "?".  The fullness of the Spirit was there, precisely because of the unity that existed in the Trinity of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit that enabled the Spirit to flow forth from that loving embrace.

I share this story, because close friends also know that at that point I started to explore the possibility of a Vocation to the priesthood as a Jesuit.

I explored that until I re-met Suzanne, who I had known as a child and had seen off and on since we had both graduated from high school and went our own ways.

Through a series of signs, God made His plan of marriage and biological fatherhood apparent to me, and I chose to embrace that Vocation and have never regretted it or looked back.

This back story is important, because as we drove home from Peoria after Robert's Ordination weekend, Suzanne asked me a question that she had not before asked in our almost four years of marriage.  She asked "Did this weekend make you regret not becoming a priest?"

As I discussed with Robert over lunch on the Tuesday after that weekend, that was a question that had an easy answer that was hard to put into words.

Certainly and unequivocally, I have no regrets in the Vocational path that God made apparent to me and that I chose.

Without a doubt, priests of Christ are truly called, consecrated, and set apart to be "priest forever, according to the line of Melchizadek."  There is a very special and distinct reality to the Holy priesthood from all other Vocations.

But there is an equally special and distinct reality - in a completely different sense - to the Vocation of husband or wife in marriage.

I love the reality of that Vocation.

At its core, it is a loving human type of the divine communion between Father and Son, bearing forth the Spirit.

It is an objective reality that the man and the woman must fully and completely give to one another for the marriage to be true and real.  The more full and complete that mutual self-giving is over time, the more full and complete the marriage.

As time wears on, it's certainly easy to erect a brick wall in the communication with one's spouse.  Every time they do something that angers you in the slightest, every time they ask you to sacrifice and do something that pulls you from something that you'd rather be doing, there's a tendency to block off a little corner of your life from them and withdraw.

The image of God in the Trinity shows us another way altogether, though, and it is echoed in the reading from the First Letter of Paul to the Corinthians that so many couples choose for a reading at their wedding.  (Love is patient... Love is kind...)

Being a priest (even without being one, I am certain) is a tough Vocation. 

Being a husband or wife (being one, I am quite certain) is a tough Vocation.

Both are called to be witnesses to a world that has all but abandoned the Christian worldview of the fruitfulness and happiness of true, mutual self-giving.

As husband, I frequently have to set aside something I'd "rather" be doing or somewhere I'd "rather" be going to spend the time I should spend and do the things I should do with my wife and my sons.  In making the choice to do these things, I honestly feel more grace and peace - and am filled with sometimes unexpected happiness.

As husband, it's my vocation to work to provide for my family.  After all, it was Adam who God told (in the Garden, after the fall) that he would forevermore toil for his living and to provide for his wife.

As father, it's my vocation to be an image of the Heavenly Father in my household - to show loving authority, be truly just, be compassionate and forgiving, and to completely give of myself for my family.

I have no regrets.  My life as a husband is my priesthood, as our Popes of late have made it very clear that all the Baptized have a very real call to Christ's royal priesthood.  Not in the tangible, real, and self-sacrificial sense of a Holy Priest, but in a different, real, and self-sacrificial role in a household.

Here's the exciting part:  What we brought home from Father Robert's Ordination weekend was a very real, tangible, and living reminder of the rich variety of Vocations to which God calls believers - to that of the Holy Priesthood, to other aspects of religious life, to single and chaste living, and to the marriage that completely gives to another in order to produce offspring and perpetuate humanity and God's family.  Each has a richness of spirit to share with the others, and each has much to gain from the others.  I am so happy to be in mine, with my wife - my life partner and best friend, and able to share in showing the Light of Christ to the world through our life in our vocation.
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At long last! This entry is 1 in a set of 4 that I was inspired to write during our May trip to Peoria, IL for our friend Robert’s Ordination to the Priesthood. All four entries will appear over the course of this coming week.

Funny story from our trip to Peoria for Father Robert’s Ordination:

At his first Mass on Sunday morning (the day after the Ordination) at St. Mark Church in Peoria, we were just gathering when something uniquely Catholic happened: Old met New in a very real and tangible way.

The congregation had been gathering for close to an hour in the church, and the priests, deacons, acolytes, et al were making final preparations and moving to the back of the church to prepare to begin.

Being very “by the book” new priests (Alleluia!), Father Robert and the others had of course a thurible - loaded, nonetheless - and, as a result, a LOT of smoke from the incense.

It resembled the times at camp when a new scout would try to start a fire with a bunch of large logs by loading it with a pile of leaves.

Yes, there was that much smoke.

It was glorious!

As I prayed, I found myself thankful for how gracefully and simply the smoke served to raise my thoughts and prayers and pull me from the temporal world into the reality of the Heavenly world that we would soon enter into in the Mass.

But that was quickly interrupted by The New.

Lights. Flashing lights. Loud beeping and sirens. Alternating. Lights. Beeps. Sirens. Lights. Beeps. Sirens.

For a moment, I was taken back to the last time I had been pulled over by a policeman.

But I immediately snapped out of it and started looking for the fire, the exit route, Suzanne and the boys and my parents.

And quickly noticed that no one else was moving. Except for the pastor and another man from the congregation who were hurriedly darting from the front of the church to the back - and again, and again, and again.

It seemed that someone had neglected to turn off the smoke alarm system that was obviously overly sensitive for a Catholic worship space.

Of course, the modern world has its imposing way of taking over even the most sacred of spaces and times. The sirens and lights continued for minutes - many minutes - until the sirens of the fire truck arrived and the firemen were able to verify the safety and disable the alarm system.

And Mass began and continued without a hitch.

But buried in these simple moments - and 20 minute delay to the start of Mass that really didn’t phase anyone - was a wonderful reminder of the reality of the Church in modernity.

In our Catholic faith, the oldest of the Tradition and the unwritten teaching of the Apostles meets the newest of the realities of our world, science, technology, and culture. And at the synapse, despite the debates and arguments and finger-pointing that can sometimes result, is the reality of God’s Will meeting man’s humble working and re-working of the world that he was given.

In a sense, what we saw that morning was a symbol of the reality of the Gospel brought into modernity. The message of a Law higher than all powers on earth. The message of a choice more important than any a man has made before. The message of a God of justice and compassion who gives much and anticipates much. The message of Love, of our highest calling as mankind, and of a world and a life beyond the present.

Old meets New every hour of every day as Christ continues to make Himself and His Sacrifice present on every altar of the world. As Christ enters this broken, troubled world. But which is Old and Which is New? Is Christ and the Church the “Old” and the world the “New”? No, I choose to think that we as Christians are called to see the world as the “Old” and Christ and His Church as the “New”, the goal, the normative end which we seek. Such it is in our New Life in Baptism. And are call is to carry that flame of Christ through our life here into the next.

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Taking a break from work at the airport, waiting for my flight, to blog about this, since this article just hit Drudge...

I remember a time early in my 9 years on camp staff when I was on Staff Duty Office (SDO), the camp staff member who stays in the main lodge all night to monitor the camp, the weather, the phone line, etc... all to maintain safety and order if anything comes up.

Once in 1993, there was a tornado watch - then warning - late into a night I was on SDO.  I was freaked out.  We were in the middle of Nowhere, MO with no Internet access, sketchy weather radio access, no cell phone towers within miles at that point in time, and KMOX (the big talk station in St. Louis) not really giving many updates about Nowhere, MO an hour south.

I was up late that night, and when the tornado threat passed, I was blessed with some rest.  Only to wake up to feet of floodwaters from the creek all the way up to the main lodge.

Different outcome to the same backstory.  So I empathize with the scouts at the camp in Iowa last night.

And THIS is the story I've been waiting all day to finally read:

Boys Scouts praised as heroes after twister kills 4

(from the AP)

When the howling winds finally died down, the Boy Scouts -- true to their motto, "Be Prepared" -- sprang into action.

Putting their first-aid training to use, they applied tourniquets and gauze to the injured. Some began digging victims from the rubble of a collapsed chimney. And others broke into an equipment shed, seized chainsaws and other tools, and started clearing fallen trees from a road.

Dozens of the Scouts, ages 13 to 18, were hailed for their bravery and resourcefulness Thursday, the morning after a twister flattened their camp in Iowa and killed four boys.

"There were some real heroes at this Scout camp," Gov. Chet Culver said, adding that he believes the Scouts saved lives while they waited for paramedics to cut through the trees and reach the camp a mile into the woods.

Read the whole story.
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- Suzanne had a girls' night out with her mom & sister while I watched the boys.
- Threw 3 going-away receptions for Father Jeff (one after each Mass).
- Thomas played the pipe organ at Holy Family for the first time.  Thomas: "Loved it!"
- Went to O'Guinn's graduation party.
- Moved just about everything out of the C'Ville office.
- Watered plants several times.
- Suzanne's just back from the grocery store.
Praise to God for such a great and productive weekend!
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This weekend is a special one for our family.  In the Gospel for this weekend (the Tenth Sunday in Ordinary Time, Year A), Jesus calls Matthew the tax collector to follow Him.  And Matthew "got up and followed Him."  That simple.  That easy.  That moment of total openness to grace, calling, and mission - and acceptance of it.

As Jesus passed on from there,
he saw a man named Matthew sitting at the customs post.
He said to him, "Follow me."
And he got up and followed him.
While he was at table in his house,
many tax collectors and sinners came
and sat with Jesus and his disciples.
The Pharisees saw this and said to his disciples,
"Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?"
He heard this and said,
"Those who are well do not need a physician, but the sick do.
Go and learn the meaning of the words,
'I desire mercy, not sacrifice.'
I did not come to call the righteous but sinners."

(Matthew 9: 9-13)
We joked around a bit while we were expecting Matthew (at the time we didn't know if he was a girl or a boy - we've waited until the birth of both of our children to see what God had in mind for us.)  At the time, Thomas LOVED when his Uncle Michael came over and gave him gold coins.  He'd stock all the coins he could in his many banks.  We joked that little Thomas was our official family banker.  Since we knew that if the next baby was a boy we were going to name him Matthew, it became a running joke that we were going to have a little tax collector to go along with our banker.

Jesus called one of the class that many people considered the evil and vile of their time - a tax collector.  He didn't just call him... He went to his house and dined with him - and many other sinners, as we read.

Of course the righteous of the time asked what was going on.  If Jesus really was the messiah, the God, the savior, why was he hanging out with "those people"?

And Jesus gave the obvious answer... that if you're not sick then you don't need a doctor.  It's the ones who need healing that He comes for.  If he came for the perfect, then the cross probably would've been a lot easier than it was.

And the Gospel is absolutely packed with stories of His encounters with those for whom He came.  Those needing physical healing, those needing spiritual healing, those needing moral healing.  Types of you and me and our brothers and sisters.

In Jesus, we see the full depth of humanity's mirror of God's image - the full and true LOVE that becomes clouded in man over time, as we are an imperfect mirror of the perfect and divine.

A close friend of mine who is gay once asked me how, when my Church (as he thought) teaches that "the way he is" is so wrong, I could still find myself friends with him and care so much for and about him.

And I explained some of the above.  That Jesus' message wasn't all one of fire and brimstone and going to Hell.

Sure, He preached the Truth, and that Truth is a call to live fully the divine as exposed through Natural Law.  BUT the exposition of that truth always came over time, through personal, loving encounters, and through fully living and exemplifying the fullness of joy of living God's Will, not our own.

Christ came to show a mankind who had grown very familiar with the rules that they could be exemplified in love, not judgment and vilification.

"You catch more flies with sugar than with vinegar", the old saying says.

"Go and learn the meaning of the words, 'I desire mercy, not sacrifice.' I did not come to call the righteous but sinners", our Savior tells us.

Certainly, that sure and true LOVE wants us to be with Him, and being with Him means turning fully toward Him and embracing His law and will.

But goodness knows, I've had a lot of stumbles in my own path... a lot of bad choices that led me down the wrong roads.  But I learned from each, and I've come to see that Christ was always there, never turning His back on me, always waiting for me to turn back around and come back to the "True path, the true way, the true life."

Praise be to God for His amazing plan, His grace, His GOSPEL ("GOOD NEWS") for the ones on the dark paths... the lonely... the sad and hurt and weeping and dying.

New life is always a breath - and a choice - away.

He said to him, "Follow me."
And he got up and followed him.
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thomas.jpgSome fun & cute updates about Thomas Xavier...

- His favorite part of the Mass is currently the Gloria. He won't go to Mass without giving persistent reminders that he wants us to be sure he knows when it's time for the Gloria.  And then he loves to put his whole heart and soul into singing it.  It's really, truly something else.

gloria_VIII.gifthurible.jpg- He LOVED the incense this last weekend at Father Robert's ordination.  He hasn't stopped talking about it, and it's certainly his most-used new word.  He says he loved the smell of it, uses his flyer of the Cathedral to walk us through (on the map) the route that the incense took, and consistently reminds us of how much he loved it.  Tonight, he told me "help me pray."  Secretly, I think that the 2 1/2 year old "gets it" more than some graying lay liturgists.

IMG_3926.jpg- He really gets a kick out of Father Robert.  True, until now it was Father Jeff.  Perhaps he loves most the youngest priest he knows at any point in time.  But every night when I say prayers with him, we include a prayer for each of the priests he knows.  Usually that has included Father Larry, Father Pat, and Father Jeff.  Tonight we got to add Father Robert and when we got to him in our prayers, he promptly grew a huge smile and said "Yes, Father Robert.  LOVE Father Robert!"  You could tell that he really did get a kick out of Father Robert.  What a great kid!

greenbean.jpg- He was a big help in the garden yesterday.  Between swings at the softball on his tee and attempts at washing everything he could with the hose and nozzle, he helped plant seeds for about 27 green bean plants.  Although I think he's perplexed that we weren't able to pick green beans today when he helped me plant the seeds yesterday.  But that doesn't really matter, because EVERYTHING that happened in the past is "yesterday" to him right now.


These are the little moments and stories that make being a dad one of the best things in life.  Coming soon: some stories on the ever-growing Matthew James, who just started to army crawl more than his body length today.
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We're fresh back from the road and unpacking from a FANTASTIC and VERY BLESSED weekend with family & friends in Peoria, IL, where we were honored to be a part of the festivities surrounding the Ordination of Father Robert Lampitt to the Holy Priesthood.

Robert & I grew up together in scouting, and Robert was a year behind me (& two years behind Suzanne) in school at Holy Family and GCHS.  Yesterday, he was ordained a priest in the Catholic Diocese of Peoria.

We drove up on Friday with a van-full of luggage, Suzanne, me, Thomas Xavier, Matthew James, and Michael's parents.  And we returned home today.

It was a fantastic weekend, full of the movement of the Holy Spirit, of prayer and reflection, and of wonderful time together as family, about which many words can be written - so I'm going to organize it into a series of related blog posts this coming week.  Look for the following topics:
- The Royal Priesthood
- The Heavenly Banquet
- My Vocation: Husband & Worker
- Old Meets New

God bless everyone - it's good to be home.  Please join us in saying prayers for the new priest, Father Robert Lampitt.
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Michael Halbrook lives in Granite City, IL (a steel town suburb of St. Louis, MO) and loves his God, his wife, his two sons, his family and friends, his music, and his garden. He's pastoral council president and a music director at Holy Family Church in Granite City.