Fr. Frank Majka, SJ – The Bridge

Storm Sky in Omaha, June 2008

Reunion

At my 45th high school reunion a few weeks ago, I discovered that I wasn’t there only to see friends and classmates from almost half a century ago and tell stories about the old days. I was there to let them remind me of who I was when we were all in high school

Their reminiscences about the four years we’d spent together reintroduced me to the various persons I’d been then: an awkward fifteen year old riding the city bus to school, an excited sixteen year old with his new driver’s license, a nervous seventeen year old double-dating to the senior prom with my friend and his date, and that was just the start.

I tend to believe that I’ve stayed much the same through life. Maybe most of us believe that. But we are always a mix of past and present, then and now, and I found it nice to meet the younger me again, if only for a weekend.

Father Thoughts

A young dad reflections on his father and on himself as father.

Windstorm

A tornado that would eventually destroy more than trees and buildings.

Table Friends

Jesus kept company with a lot of people his contemporaries rejected.