As many of you know I am a hospice chaplain. In my work I have the opportunity to meet with a wide variety of people with a wide variety of beliefs.

In 2014 I met a man who came to hospice because he was dying of cancer. He told me that he is Catholic and attended Catholic school as a child. When he graduated he participated in an annual ritual: the nuns who taught them predicted their profession. They told him he would be a writer. Alas, he didn't pursue writing but instead found his calling in the military and while he found his life fulfilling he couldn't shake the idea that he disappointed the good sisters by not writing. After he retired he wrote a series of book that he self published.

He asked me to publish his booklets on the internet after he died. He asked that I not name him and I'm honoring his wishes.

The Gift of Christmas

Glory and Joy of Easter

Quo Vadis II

Until I Come Again