Catching up

One of the principles of successful blogging is to blog consistently. We don’t have to blog every day or even every week. But whatever frequency we choose, we need to stick to it, as a discipline so that we will blog and to meet the expectations of those who may like our stuff enough to follow us. We owe that much.

Since I started this blog late last year, this has been my output: November (two posts), December (four), January (two), February (two), March (four), and April (two, counting this one, which is funny because the other post this month was on April 1st). So, I haven’t exactly been consistent.

Another principle I agree with, about writing, anyway, is to have something of value to say. Writing about one’s blogging, or lack of it (as in the preceding paragraph), may justifiably be perceived as self-indulgent and lazy. (I’m reminded of commencement speakers who spend a good portion of their speeches recounting how hard it was to come up with a topic worth sharing with fresh graduates. Also, last night I watched a stand-up comedian apologize while scrolling through notes on his iPhone, trying to remember where he was going with the story he forgot the ending to.) This blog post isn’t much better, especially since, admittedly, one of my motivations is to avoid going a full month without one.

That said, if a blog purports to be about Holy Scripture’s “good news” that God loves us first, readers have reason to expect it will at least mention each week’s Gospel reading in some way. My last post referred to the fourth Sunday of Lent. What has happened since?

Jesuit prayer book
My copy of the prayer book that is given to new retreatants at Loyola.

The fifth Sunday of Lent had Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead. (This miracle prompted me to draw parallels with my wife’s having had major surgery earlier this year.) The following Sunday was Palm Sunday, which recounts Christ’s Passion. I was on retreat that weekend at Loyola Jesuit Center in Morristown, New Jersey. I spent Easter Sunday out of town, too, in Boston with my wife and daughter. (Both of these trips deserve a post of their own.) Last Sunday was about poor Doubting Thomas, who wasn’t the only disciple to believe only after seeing, such as in today’s Gospel story of the two disciples meeting up with Jesus on the road to Emmaus. They said their hearts were on fire during their journey, but admitted it only after recognizing the risen Lord later.

More to come soon and more reliably, I hope, without the need to play catch-up.

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