DISPATCHES FROM FR. CHARITAS
Sunday, April 29, 2018

Hills beyond hills and hills yet beyond and by way of faith, there will be hills beyond the ones I now see. Always a hill to climb and a descent to the valley, only to climb the next hill to come.

The journey of my life has struggled up so many hills, but oh how many new vistas I have found. Never crossed a plain though a desert or two … but the hills they always beckon. The Scottish in me refers to the call of the Highlands, from where the skirl of the bagpipes does plead. And now, as an old man whose legs have grown weak … the bagpipes still play, and the hills of new ventures wait form. But it has been the weaving of the tartan of my soul, these hills I have climbed, this journey of learning and of gathering soul. I cannot stop now … though the going goes slow … for I am a traveler not a settler … and there wonders I have yet to know.

I find too many of my peers I have settled too soon … and their souls grow faint as they age. But I will continue to be a schoolboy becoming a sage.

In His Service always,
Fr. Charitas de la Cruz