
Dust Devils are …
My short reflections on daily life and those moments that can blind us in their unexpected rise, fury and intensity. Sometimes in the intensity of their brilliance and beauty!
We then move to Fire Devils, dust devils that flare up during wild fires. I helped rescue a neighbor from a huge fire devil during a wild fire on our ranch. He fell protecting his house when a hundred foot high whirlwind of a fire devil overtook him. He was pulled free but burned severely. This happens to us in our lives in many forms as well, leaving us “burned” or impacted in some meaningful way.
My short reflections cover the gamut of mostly non-religious topics, just like those dust devils and yes, the fiery ones too. Stay with me, my friends!
Musings St. Paul tells us in Hebrews chpt. 13:2 “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” We human beings have a very imperfect understanding of the nature of angels, largely because we have so little direct experience of them and many have done so little to study
At the Last Supper, Jesus prophetically told His Apostles and dearest friends, that they would all abandon Him, all scandalized by Jesus in His greatest hour of need. “This very night you will all fall away on account of me.” (St. Matthew 26:31) But Peter swore passionately to our Blessed Lord that he would never
First to follow Jesus Christ into martyrdom On this past Feast of St Stephen (26 December 2024), I spoke with my nephew and godson Stephen. So proud of that fine young Catholic man. Beautiful family. Stephen and I both have a deep love, respect and devotion to St Stephen the very first martyr for Jesus

For me, the rising of the sun is a sign and wonder that God has given me 1 more day. The birds singing all over our ranch is a sign and wonder that God loves music even more than I do. My Aussies’ {Jake, Cisco and Emma Rae} loyalty and faithfulness are signs and wonders,
I was one of 11 raised in a devout Catholic family by my parents. My dad’s three brothers were all ordained priests, one a monsignor. We were taught to respect the Pope, our bishops and our local parish priests. And so we did. Not blindly, but faithfully. Then came the post-Vatican II parish gatherings to
In 25 years as a Catholic lay missionary, I spent 2 incredible years in India. There are more stories from there than I can share in one short article, but I’ll be sharing them in future Dust Devils offerings. This is about an extraordinarily big rat we trapped in a cage. It was 1989. I