Today is Palm Sunday. I always find that this day hits me the hardest in the Easter season. I try to struggle through Lent. I give up something that will require work and dedication. I remind myself constantly that my difficulties are far from what many people face. But really, my daily errands have not been a struggle or hardship. The reading of the Passion that happens today always is a very strong reminder of what truth lies out in the world, in the past, and just beyond our daily distractions. I will hear the Passion again during the Holy Week and on the Easter Vigil. But it is this first hearing of the story after a year of time that gives it the strongest pull.

I get asked regularly, and mostly by students I teach, why I decided to become Catholic after being raised in a reasonably agnostic house. I have come to realize that it is because of my interest how things work, in science of nature (physics) and people (counseling and psychology) along with my love of a great story that there is something I can sense throughout it all – a deeper truth, a mystery behind the curtain.

It is difficult to put this into words. Yet, this story about tracking wolves, is the closest I’ve come to finding a metaphor. Thanks again, Coyote for the guidance.