Thursday, May 28, 2015
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
I have a vision for my daughter...that she will be raised up in a world where there are many dutiful, responsible, and faith-filled men for her to choose from and court her.
I have a vision for my daughter... that she will be surrounded by a world of purposeful men who know who they are and whose they are and where they are going. A world of men who are passionately living the path God has called them to.
I have a vision for my daughter... that she will be surrounded by a world of gentlemen who take initiative when pursuing a woman, who court, and who are capable in leading in the dance of friendship and romance.
I have a vision for my daughter... that she will be surrounded by a world of men who respect in awe the body, soul, and mind of women for who they are and whose they are---God's. I have a vision that this world of men will treat her like a precious gem simply because she IS and will treat all women likewise.
I have a vision for my daughter... who grows up in a world of men who know how to take charge, who are responsible for their actions, men who say sorry, men who don't make excuses, and men who always offer ways to reprimand their mistakes.
I have a vision for my daughter... who surrounds herself around a world of men who know and love God first. A group of men who understand that love is not what we get from women, but what we get from God to offer women.
I have a vision for my daughter... that she will get to pick among a plethora of men who understand that to love a wife is to love her the way Christ loves the Church---with full sacrificial love.
I have a vision for my daughter... that she is surrounded by a world of men who understand right from wrong, falsehood from truth, who don't give in to relativism or political correctness. She will be surrounded by men willing to make bold statements based in truth and have the ability to hold strong convictions, enough to disagree with seemingly popular opinion.
I have a vision for my daughter... that she will find a man who is aware that he needs to do the right thing even when he thinks he's alone and knows no one is looking.
I have a vision for my daughter... that she is surrounded by men who tell the truth, admit their mistakes, and listen well to others.
I have a vision for my daughter... that she will be surrounded by a world of men who see pornography for its false lie, step over it, and seek the Truth of authentic love.
This is my vision. And I will fight for it. I will fight for her.
Thursday, March 12, 2015
[This evening I gave a talk to my UMD students on God the Son, specifically breaking down the Nicene Creed that we say on Sundays, what the Incarnation is, why it's such a big deal, and the historical awesomeness of the what the Eucharist means. The Holy Spirit flowed and people stayed in small groups longer than I expected discussing and digesting who is God the Son and how that matters to them personally. For me to be an instrument to this light makes me believe I have one of the best jobs in the world. Praise God! The following was my outline. I should've recorded it, but this is the next best thing.]
|This... is a big deal.|
Sunday, January 25, 2015
[The following was written by my beautiful wife Mimi Aujero. Early in her pregnancy she said the words, “I can’t do this.” After working through it, I encouraged her to write her story down knowing there are many who can resonate with her words. Several months later, past due and child still in the womb, she finally did.]
|40 Weeks Pregnant|
Monday, January 19, 2015
|How much we get to give|
For those who read this blog, you may notice that I tend to write about male virtue, the meaning of sex, and the fight against pornography. In Catholic circles, some people have even gone up to me and asked, “Aren’t you the guy…who does porn?” Yes, well no, well…thank you. Today I’d like to write about another passion of mine that I have yet to tap onto here. It revolves around something that we all have: money. In particular, this passion of mine is tithing. The other night I was looking at Mimi’s and my budget and my favorite part about allocating money to the different areas like rent, bills, and personal money, was the row at the top of my Excel sheet: how much we get to give.
Friday, December 19, 2014
[The following was written last Sunday morning]
After playing I Spy in the living room for 10 minutes looking beneath window curtains and lacrosse sticks, I found my book bag that has my computer in it. I sit here on my couch wedged between a box that has our Nativity scene and an assorted random box that includes a plunger and wrapping paper. And my thought? I feel blessed.
Yesterday, Mimi and I moved with the help of many good friends. This wouldn’t have been possible for not Mike taking apart our kitchen table because it didn’t fit through the door or Beth packing up the cabinets or Doug doing some heavy lifting or my students Sean, Matt, and Derek being the work force coming from UMD or Josh M. helping me finish the job or Josh B. helping move furniture around. I feel blessed.
I feel blessed coming back from Thanksgiving hosted by an awesome mother-in-law who not only ran dinner but a couple baby showers for Mimi. I feel blessed for an awesome sister who ran a baby shower supported by my great brother. I feel blessed to have such supportive parents, and to have fallen lucky to find good relationships with Mimi’s parents. I feel blessed with the inundation of gifts and support of baby Teresa coming in January from amazing family and friends.
I look around at this new apartment and there are little things about the place that make us feel rich. “There’s so much space!” “Look---all of our kitchen stuff fit in the cabinets!” “Hardwood floors for baby crawling!” “Covered radiators for less baby touching!” “A bath tub for baby bathing!” We do feel rich.
But more evidently, I feel rich because of the priceless family and friends we have surrounded ourselves with. Yesterday, my buddy and I briefly talked about Roth IRAs, but it has become more and more clear that what’s more important than how we invest money is how we invest in the people in our lives. Do we take the time to sit down and be present to people giving them undivided attention? Do we tell our loved ones how much they mean to us? Are we charitable with our gifts and actions and does it come from a place of genuine care?
I definitely need to work on these things, but I will say these are some of my favorite actions to do. What if we saw every one, every conversation as an opportunity to find out something new or to share a common interest or love with someone? I don’t think I give as much as we’ve been receiving these past several weeks, but I do believe if we invest in people, the gift does come back. This Christmas, let our presence be greater than our presents. And its this why I feel most blessed of all.