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40 Days (After)

  • Posted by Fr. Jeremiah Shryock, CFR
  • On December 8, 2018
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40 Days (After) After forty days of solitude and silence, I was convinced I would leave my hermitage a new man. What exactly I would look like I wasn’t sure, but at the very least I imagined myself a stronger, wiser and more loving person. I pictured myself returning home to my community, eager to […]
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Surprised By Grace

  • Posted by Fr. Jeremiah Shryock, CFR
  • On November 8, 2018
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Surprised By Grace As soon as the phone rang my heart began to race. Something told me this would not be a regular phone call. “Hello,” I said, hesitantly. “Father,” a woman began to speak, “this is a miracle. My cousin wants to see a priest,” she exclaimed. “I have been praying for this day […]
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Beyond Death

  • Posted by Fr. Jeremiah Shryock, CFR
  • On October 25, 2018
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Beyond death I have lived almost my entire life in the Northeast. Every year a sublime mystery occurs. The leaves begin to sing. Up until now they have been quiet, simply blending in and clothing the trees in their simple attire. But now, in mid October, they are approaching the encore. For the next few […]
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Bringing It To Completion

  • Posted by Fr. Jeremiah Shryock, CFR
  • On October 20, 2018
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Bringing It To Completion Several weeks ago I received some of the happiest news of my life: a publishing company contacted me and informed me of their interest in publishing a series of reflections I sent them three months earlier. I was so shocked, I said, somewhat embarrassingly to the editor on the phone, “Are […]
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Martha’s Gift

  • Posted by Fr. Jeremiah Shryock, CFR
  • On September 2, 2018
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Martha’s Gift  As a child, I would often go for long walks in the woods behind my house to be alone with God.  There in those solitary woods, the presence of God was as natural to me as the air.  The trees, the animals, and the lakes were a reflection of a reality much greater […]
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listening

  • Posted by Fr. Jeremiah Shryock, CFR
  • On August 6, 2018
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Listening  The only way I can have a conversation with my nephews, ages 18 and 12, is if I take away their phones.  Even when I do that, eye contact is kept to a minimum and their bodies appear unable to relax without a piece of technology in their hand.  Unfortunately, this is becoming true […]
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Suffering Revisited

  • Posted by Fr. Jeremiah Shryock, CFR
  • On July 2, 2018
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Suffering Revisited When I entered religious life at 23-years-old, I was passionate, idealistic and determined. I said goodbye to the world without blinking an eye and threw myself wholeheartedly into my vocation. I devoured the teachings and perfectly obeyed all the rules of my community and the Church. Though it wasn’t my primary motivation, a […]
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The Other

  • Posted by Fr. Jeremiah Shryock, CFR
  • On June 3, 2018
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The Other Everyday we stand before an unsolvable problem: life. The people we encounter, the events that occur and the places we are led, often leave us frustrated and confused. If we are honest, most of the time we don’t understand why things happen the way they do. This can lead some people to conclude […]
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Being a Priest

  • Posted by Fr. Jeremiah Shryock, CFR
  • On May 5, 2018
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Being a Priest Shortly after I was ordained a priest, a friend of mine asked me what my experience was like thus far. Somewhat hesitantly I said, “embarrassing.” He began to laugh; assuming I was joking, and then asked me again. “No, seriously, what is like to be a priest?” “Embarrassing,” I replied again, this […]
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Letting Go

  • Posted by Fr. Jeremiah Shryock, CFR
  • On April 19, 2018
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Letting Go As a child, I often pretended my backyard was a baseball stadium. There, despite the close proximity of neighbors, I would yell, dive, grunt and cheer to various scenarios I was imagining. As time for dinner would draw near, my mom would open the window from the kitchen and ask me how much […]
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