Your house needs a little spring cleaning.  In addition to jobs around the house that are manageable and easy to do, you have to hire painters to give it a professional flare.  All appears set to go, and the house… Continue reading

Both of my sons packed and all three of us MacDonald guys were ready for what my youngest calls a “Daddy and Son Madcapped Adventure.”  My wife had an out of town speaking engagement, so that meant the youngest had… Continue reading

We all have something about which we are passionate.  I love the fine arts.  There is something remarkable about being on a stage or expressing one’s self through movement.  The worries and concerns of the world go away, and troubles… Continue reading

Whether we like to admit it or not, our spirit’s require a connection to people.  Some of us are blessed to find sacred relationships in our families, while others seek friends to fill the void of the necessary bonds which… Continue reading

Last year I traveled to Chicago and saw the masterpiece “Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jette.” The artist, Georges Seurat, captured a beautiful scene utilizing a technique known as pointillism. Each dot contributes to the complete work… Continue reading

We all have those times when life takes a detour, and we find ourselves down a lonely dark road.  There is no light to guide our path, and fear and heartache seem to be the only thing we know.  No… Continue reading

There is nothing like a wonderful trip to a great place.  My time in Chicago proved no exception.  I saw old friends, the musical Hamilton, the Chicago Institute and Art Museum, and had dinner on the Pier several evenings.  I… Continue reading

Recently, I was walking with my son through a store, and a coloring book caught my eye. The book was an elaborate adult coloring book, and under most situations, I would have not have given it a second thought.  What… Continue reading

“Hey, Padre!”  I hear those words and all is right with the world.  This is what my oldest son calls me.  I can’t remember when he started.  All I know is that when I hear that small phrase my pulse… Continue reading

Last week I presided at my uncle’s funeral in Houston.  I prepared what one should say at a graveside memorial.  I had the right litany, the right prayers, even the right words.  As I stood up and witnessed a score… Continue reading