Category: Reflection

I attended a meeting yesterday to plan the liturgical season of Lent.  The Christmas decorations have not all been removed from the church yet, but the work of planning should never stand still.  As the Church entered into Ordinary Time this week after celebrating the Feast of The Baptism of the Lord on Monday, we know it is only a matter of seven weeks before the arrival of Ash Wednesday on March 1.  Enjoy Ordinary Time while it lasts.

The term “Ordinary Time” has the potential to lead us into believing that these weeks of worship are less important than the seasons of Advent, Christmas, Lent, and Easter.  After all, these weeks are just “ordinary.”  While we witness some changes in the church environment and adornment from season to season, we must recognize that each time we gather as a community of believers we are nurtured by the proclamation of God’s Sacred Word and nourished by the Lord’s Body and Blood as described so eloquently in John’s Gospel chapter six.  There is nothing ordinary about that awesome and beautiful privilege.

The rest of my January calendar is full.  Diaconate formation, the annual clergy gathering known as the January Institute, pro-life events, and the beginning of Catholic Schools Week are all on the horizon.  The month of February gives me a little reprieve before heading  full blast into Lent on March 1.  

On March 2, I have the honor of speaking at an Eagle Scout Recognition Banquet.  This will be a first for me, but it fits well with one of the hats that I wear in my role as Director of Pastoral Ministries.  In that role I serve as the Chaplain to Scouting in our diocese.

I will once again be part of the women’s retreat at St. Joseph’s Parish in Cheyenne on March 18.  This is our third annual gathering.  I will be sharing speaking responsibilities this year with Rose Guerrero from Pueblo, Colorado.  It should be a magnificent day of retreat.

On March 22, I will preach at the closing Mass of a parish mission at the Cathedral of St. Mary.  There will be a different homilist each night from March 20 through March 22.  I hope to see my local readers (Cheyenne) there.

I will be preaching at the weekend Masses and giving a three night parish mission for the first time in Wheatland, Wyoming from March 25 through March 29.  I am looking forward to being with the parishioners of St. Patrick during those days.  Please note, I will also preach at Mary, Queen of Heaven Mission in Chugwater on Sunday, March 26, at 11:00 A.M.

For the second straight year I will be preaching at the weekend Masses and giving a three night parish mission at our Lady of Fatima Parish in Casper, Wyoming from April 1, through April 5.  The mission last year was a wonderful experience and I am extremely grateful to be invited back again this year.

After that I will attend the Chrism Mass, another weekend of diaconate formation, and then we move into Holy Week.  I am convince that it is going to be a powerful Lenten journey.  

I hope to catch my breath briefly near the end of April before heading to Thayne, Wyoming for another new endeavor.  I will be leading the Western Wyoming Men’s Retreat from May 5–May 7.  It should be beautiful spending some time in that part of the state with the dawning of spring.

If you find yourself experiencing a bit of sluggishness or feelings of malaise during these cold and overcast days of winter, take time to be with God in a very intentional way.  You do not need to wait for the season of Lent to arrive to jumpstart your spiritual battery.  We may be in Ordinary Time, but God’s love is always extraordinary!   

I am grateful that I had numerous opportunities to see my mom during the summer of 2015.  This picture was taken in July of 2015 just a few months before her death on October 30, 2015.  I had no idea that when I visited her again in September it would be the last time I would see her.

In October of 2014 mom and I made a trip to Irondale, Alabama to visit the EWTN studios with a stop at Our Lady of the Angels Monastery in Hanceville, Alabama.  She handled the trip very well for being ninety years of age at the time.  We had beautiful weather and a memorable trip.

One of the staff members at the nursing home took this picture of mom just days before her death.  I remember being concerned when I received the picture as I noticed the continued swelling and redness in her ankle.  The antibiotics did not win the battle against the infection and mom died on October 30.  Her funeral took place on November 2, 2015–All Souls Day.

I generally made five to six trips each year back to Missouri since moving to Wyoming in 2009.  Some years there were even more.  Since leaving the funeral on November 2, 2015 and returning to Wyoming I have only been back to Missouri once to attend a wedding and preside over a graveside service.  I do not miss doing the nearly 900 mile trip on a regular basis.  I have seen the state of Nebraska along Interstate 80 frequently enough to hold me over for this lifetime.  However, I am thankful I made regular visits back to see mom during all those years.  I cherish those memories.

Life is ever changing.  God’s love is constant.  Embrace that love and generously share it with others.

Recent days have been filled with plenty of activity.  I took the photograph above nearly four months ago in Chimayo, New Mexico.  It seems like ages have passed since I enjoyed the peace and tranquility offered by this beautiful space.  It is certainly a blessing to have the opportunity to step away from the hectic pace of life every now and then to regain perspective and focus.  I realize that not everyone gets those type of chances.  I do not take for granted how fortunate I am.

The fullness of my calendar has kept me away from blogging on a frequent basis lately.  I strive to be consistent in posting several times a week, but I also want to be writing things worth reading and not simply slapping something together to say that I posted something.  I hope my faithful readers will understand occasional lapses in time.

Thursday, September 8, was the beginning of the National Football League 2016 season.  I almost turned it off after the National Anthem was completed, but I wanted to see how Peyton Manning’s replacement would do.  I was in a conflicted state of mind.  Quite frankly, millionaires protesting the injustice of this country is difficult to watch.  It does not seem very genuine to protest in such a manner.  Unfortunately, almost everything seems to be tainted by political correctness, protests, or simply rude, crude, and unethical behavior.  Our country is not perfect, but I don’t need to see a football player making millions of dollars refusing to stand for the singing of the National Anthem.  I never buy any football clothing or other items connected with the NFL.  I have never purchased tickets to attend a game.  It seems that I now must make the last cut and stop watching it on television as well.

Friday, September 9, was a day set aside by the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops (USCCB) as a Day of Prayer for Peace.  The violence prevalent in our own country and around the world has impacted all of us to one degree or another.  It is my hope that we pray for peace on a continual basis and strive to bring God’s love into our own communities as best we are able.

Saturday, September 10, was set aside as Abortion Day of Remembrance.  The political fighting over this topic greatly diminishes our ability to reasonably address the moral aspect of this injustice.  This is not simply a political issue. It is a moral issue.  Those who seek a “seamless garment” approach to life issues from conception through natural death must understand why the abortion issue is front and center of the conversation.  Until we get this issue right, it will be difficult to address poverty, homelessness, the death penalty, health care, care for the elderly, the infirm, and those incapacitated mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually.  If our society is okay with killing the helpless unborn individual, and we see in the political discourse a tendency toward celebrating the legality of being able to do this, we will never have the courage to address other life issues.

Sunday, September 11, was Patriot Day.  The horror of 9/11 remains etched in the minds of all those old enough to remember.  Pray for the family members who still mourn.

Sunday was also Grandparents’ Day.  Anyone fortunate enough to have grandparents in their lives who love them is blessed indeed.  Offer a prayer of gratitude for your grandparents whether they are living or deceased.

This past weekend was also the first meeting of the next group of men seeking to become permanent deacons in the Diocese of Cheyenne.  My appointment to the Formation Board by the bishop means that I will be playing a key role in the formation processes of this group.  The five year journey began this weekend with the first step.  Please pray for all those discerning a call to the priesthood, diaconate, or religious life.  May they clearly hear God’s call in their lives.

Finally, I stepped outside during one of the breaks this weekend at the diaconate formation gathering.  Another sacrament was getting ready to take place on campus as the wedding party arrived in style.  Let us pray for all married couples that they will have the fortitude to live out their marital vows with great love and fidelity.

As we celebrate Labor Day today, I am also taking some time to reflect upon my mom and dad’s wedding anniversary.  It would be 74 years today.  My dad died more than 22 years ago.  My mom has been gone now just a little over ten months.  This is the first time in years when I have not heard the question on September 5, from my mom, “Do you know what today is?”  It is hard to believe that she marked the day without dad for more than twenty years.

Dad was in good health when they celebrated their 50th anniversary.  We had no idea that just a year and five months later he would no longer be with us.  The photographs have faded with time; my brothers have aged significantly since then; time marches on.  (It’s my blog.  I can’t help it if I need to point out the aging of my brothers while I stay young and dapper.)

Today is a day of gratitude.  On this Labor Day I am thankful that I am healthy enough, strong enough, and fortunate enough to have a job that I enjoy and that provides for my family.  Let us take a moment today to pray for all of those who are unemployed or underemployed.  Let us pray for all those working in awful conditions.  Let us pray for those trapped in human trafficking and forced into labor, especially those coerced into sexual slavery. Let us not take for granted the blessings we have received.  May we utilize our resources to help those less fortunate than ourselves!

I am grateful for the precious gift of family–starting with my mom and dad. As I looked at the photo above I was quietly reflecting that just six years prior to that celebration I was fighting for my life going through chemotherapy treatments.  Over a four month period my mom and dad sat at the hospital with me for 52 says.  I know that wasn’t how they planned to spend their retirement.  

I don’t know whether Margaret and I will make it to 50 years or not–only because we were older when we got married.  We will take it a day at a time and see what happens.  As for today, I simply remember my mom and dad and say, “HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!” 

I saw a comment this morning on social media which stated, “Last Friday in July.  Slow down summer.”  The days do seem to pass quickly as we get older. Psalm 90 verse 10 says that “our life span is seventy years, or eighty for those who are strong, and most of these are emptiness and pain.”  That doesn’t sound very hopeful, but it states a reality that we should not ignore.

In my younger years I heard many sermons about the four last things: death, judgment, heaven and hell.  While these were not delivered with the exuberance of the preacher portrayed in the movie Pollyannathey still sent an undeniable message.  There will come a time when I render an account of my life before Almighty God.  That is not to be taken lightly.

The political conventions are both over.  Praise God for the opportunity to grow in the virtue of patience and long-suffering over these last two weeks.  I realize that the nomination of a woman for president is an historical moment in our country.  As I watched the camera focus in on a lady with tears running down her face, I knew this was a moment with great emotional attachments. There was a part of me that wanted to cry as well, but for a very different reason.  Over the course of four days I watched repeatedly the boisterous applause and fanatical affirmation of the culture of death.

Abortion has touched the lives of many women (and men) over these last 43 years since Roe versus Wade legalized abortion in our country.  My heart breaks for the pain and anguish that many women have experienced in their lives.  Unfortunately, our culture has created a narrative around abortion that just does not expose the whole truth.  The post-abortion grief and suffering is real.  The pro-death politicians never seem to consider that part of the equation when promoting and celebrating the legalization of infanticide.

My dear friends, if you have been touched by the scourge of abortion in your life, please know that forgiveness and healing can be found in Jesus Christ.  If you are struggling with grief or any other emotional distress following an abortion please seek help.  There are people prepared to walk with you toward healing and hope.

I never imagined that I would live in a society where a whole convention center filled with people would jump up and down in glee each time the words rolled off someone;s lips regarding a “woman’s right to choose.”  Think about it.  People are emphatically celebrating the right to kill the most helpless among us. Let that soak in for a moment.

The various methodologies used in procuring an abortion all have serious repercussions. If the procedure is successful the baby always dies. Depending upon  which procedure is used the baby is either ripped apart by suction, burned by chemicals, or worse.   

Let me try to put this perspective.  People in that convention center were clamoring in ecstasy about a woman’s right to kill her unborn child in the ways I just described.  These same people would revolt and shout profanities to the moon and back if we considered utilizing any type of similar procedure on an animal. They would denounce the cruelty being inflicted upon the animal.  It is truly a bizarre world in which we live.

The days of summer do seem to be passing quickly.  With each passing day we are also a step closer to coming face to face with Almighty God.  We have been blessed with the gift of time and with the gift of grace.  What are we doing with these gifts?  Are we using our time here on earth to be a faithful witness to Jesus Christ?

When my time on this earth is through and I stand before the King of Kings to render an account of my life, what will it look like from the perspective of God’s eyes?  I sometimes imagine Jesus looking at me and asking a single question, “How did you love?”  I realize that there are many times I fail to respond to God’s grace and love effectively and deeply.  I miss opportunities to do good.  For these moments I will need to seek God’s abundant mercy.

While I am physically and mentally able to be involved in the preaching, teaching, and healing ministry of Jesus Christ I will do my best to walk humbly with my God. I will continue to be a voice for the marginalized members of society. This begins with the unborn who have no voice of their own.

The shortness of time on this earth, when compared to the length of eternity, should prompt all of us to pause and meditate on this reality.  It does not need to cripple us with immense fear when we reflect on the four last things. However, it should compel us to be more intentional about the use of our time.  How frequently do we pray?  How fervently do we pray?  What are the priorities upon which we focus in our day-to-day lives?  Are we genuinely loving the people around us?  

​The hope in all of this is simple.  We are pilgrims on a journey.  Our eternal home is with God.  It doesn’t get any better than that.

I had the opportunity to visit Fort Laramie, Wyoming yesterday and tour the premises.  It was 98 degrees and very little breeze (as noted by the flag hanging straight down).  The extreme cold and wind during the winter would be no picnic either.  I can only imagine the hardships endured by the people many years ago when they lacked the modern conveniences we now enjoy.

About ten miles away from Fort Laramie I also had the pleasure of visiting the Oregon Trail Ruts as well as Register Cliff.  Reading the historical sketches describing life at Fort Laramie and along the Oregon Trail was a humbling endeavor.  The United States of America has certainly had its trying times all throughout our history.  Progress for one segment of the population (the army) was not viewed as progress at all by another segment (Native American).  Divisions continue to exist in modern times along racial and ethnic lines, religious affiliations, liberals and conservatives, rich and poor.

As I watch the political campaigns unfold it becomes more and more evident that our divisions will continue to grow into the future.  It isn’t just a matter of liberal and conservative ideologies being in opposition to one another.  If an end goal was in mind that could be shared by both political parties we could hope for some unity in a path leading to that goal.  Unfortunately, the only common goal that seems to be present as a political platform in either major political party is a lust for power.  That leaves the rest of us with very little to build upon as a foundation for peace and prosperity.

Our leaders at the national level repeatedly reveal the cause of our country’s demise.  There is a lack of integrity.  I looked up the word integrity and found the following definitions from www.dictionary.com:

1. adherence to moral and ethical principles; soundness of moral character; honesty.
2. the state of being whole, entire, or undiminished.
3. a sound, unimpaired, or perfect condition.

If we look at the frequent “flip-flops” of political stances by major players on both sides of the aisle we can easily see that polling data surpasses integrity time and time again.

Someone asked me recently if I was opposed to having a woman for President.  Absolutely not.  However, I am opposed to the one currently making history as the first woman nominee for the position.  An inability to tell the truth and then callously asking, “What difference does it make?” gives me grave concerns about our future as a country.

I believe enough evidence has been garnered during Mrs. Clinton’s career to demonstrate that she is not a very truthful person.  In the modern age of showing video clips from the archives directly contradicting current statements that a person has made can make it difficult to hide from the truth even when most of the major media outlets assist in covering up these scandalous contradictions.  The truth makes a big difference if we ever hope to be on solid footing as crucial decisions are made. 

Sadly, our lack of integrity here at home diminishes our influence throughout the world.  This has resulted in added chaos and horrendous violence which we see depicted  almost every evening on the nightly newscast.  The perception of Mrs. Clinton selling government favors for donations to the Clinton Foundation makes it difficult to have moral authority in the fight against terrorism or any other negotiations as well.

Finally, the question of truth becomes part of the story when Catholic politicians repeatedly ignore the tenets of the faith.  Who defines “a good, practicing Catholic?”  If the media defines it we are in for some bad press.  If the politician defines it we are in for some interesting interpretations of Sacred Scripture and the magisterial teachings of the Church as articulated in the Catechism of the Catholic Church. 

My heart aches for the future of our country.  We cannot continue to turn away from God and expect no consequences as a result.  May each of us be molded by Eternal Truth!

It was one month ago today when mom took her last breath on this earth.  The picture above was taken just a little over a year ago on October 22, 2014 when I was visiting.  I don’t know if mom enjoyed Steak-n-Shake the way I did, but it was a routine stop whenever I was in town.   We don’t have Steak-n-Shake in Wyoming, so it is imperative to get my “fix” each time I am in the St. Louis area.  Mom would have a strawberry shake and I would have chocolate.  Some things were consistent like that.

The circumstances of my own life colliding with the Season of Advent has led to a significant amount of reflection lately.  As the Church shifts our attention squarely on the end times, mortality seems to look me directly in the eye.  Due to mom’s death last month and my own heart troubles over the past year, the reality of death is very prevalent in my mindset.  The shortness of time on this earth and the length of eternity is not something to be taken lightly.

The process of grief is taking place in my life.  Even though thirty days have passed since mom’s death I still want to reach for the phone every evening to give her a call to make sure she is okay.  After doing that for years, it is a hard habit to break.  It will take time.

I hope the first week of Advent is a tremendous blessing in your life!

Pump!  Pump your legs!  I have no idea how many times I heard those statements when I was learning how to swing.  Apparently, I wasn’t the quickest learner around.  It seemed to take forever before I could swing without needing someone to push me.  I think I will blame it on the plain swings that were a part of my childhood.  I would have succeeded more quickly with horse swings.

Learning new things takes time.  I spent a lot of time crashing into the water as I tried to learn how to water ski.  Attempt after attempt seemed to result in less and less graceful ways of wiping out.  Once I figured out what I was doing wrong and I was able to glide along the top of the water instead of crashing into it, water skiing actually became fun as opposed to frustrating.

Living on a farm and learning to drive a tractor as an adolescent was an arduous task.  “Let out the clutch slowly,” my dad would say.  As the tractor jerked, and the hay bales on the wagon were jolted around, I knew it was bad news for me if the bales had to be picked up a second time.  As I got older and was the one bucking the bales I clearly understood the angst.  Eventually, the workings of the clutch became second nature.

As an adult I learned to drive a tractor-trailer (semi).  Making it go forward was difficult enough.  Backing it into tight parking spots required another level of expertise.  It was so refreshing to get to the point where I was no longer scared to back it up.  I knew where it was going and I knew how much room I needed to get it into the desired spot.  The bigger the challenge the more I enjoyed the task at hand.  Delivering a 105 foot long utility pole into the downtown streets of St. Louis was one of the bigger challenges.  Backing an oil tanker into an electrical substation could also be a bit unnerving.  If the station was still “hot” the driver had to worry about the electrical current arcing over and zapping the trailer or truck.  Thankfully, I never experienced that event personally.  Seeing the results on someone else’s vehicle was enough to heighten my awareness level.

Why am I spending time describing these various learning scenarios?  I want to compare and contrast learning some of these types of things and our spiritual life.  Do you pray?  If so, how did you learn how to pray?  Is it second nature to you now or do you still feel a little awkward and apprehensive about “doing it right?”  Have you learned about the faith to the degree that it is now second nature to you?  Does your day consist of making decisions automatically with the principles and teachings of the Church forefront in your mind?  Is being Catholic (Christian) second nature to you?

Being a follower of Jesus Christ requires persistence.  We don’t simply accept Jesus as our Lord and Savior and then walk perfectly in His ways.  We still have free will.  It necessitates prayer, study, and repeated good actions to develop the habits needed for a vibrant Christian life.  We may fall frequently. Do we have the courage and tenacity to get back up and begin again. Remember, we aren’t just called to be mediocre followers of Christ.  We are called to be great saints.

We can find all kinds of things in which to blame our failures and shortcomings.  I have tried it.  When I couldn’t get up on the water skis I blamed the skis, the rope, and the person running the boat.  Bottom line is that I was still spending more time in the water than gliding on top of the water. Having a fancy swing or a plain swing wouldn’t have made any difference when I was trying to learn how to pump my legs correctly.  I needed guidance and practice.  The same is true for the spiritual journey.  I need guidance and practice.  I also need to be accountable.  A good spiritual director can play an awesome role  in the journey.

In closing, I simply ask you the following:
1. Are you “practicing” the faith?  This includes daily prayer and at least weekly Mass attendance.
2. Are you continuing to study the faith on a regular basis?  Do you know what the Church teaches and how it applies to your day-to-day life?
3. Are you putting your faith into “practice”?  Faith without works is dead.

          Let the journey toward sainthood continue!

Have you pulled out your scrapbook lately and spent some time reminiscing? Do people even have scrapbooks any longer or is everything kept digitally preserved?  Well, I have a scrapbook and it is falling apart.  The plastic pages have lost their grip, the pictures are turning yellow, and the newspaper clippings are looking a bit worn and tattered.  It may be symbolic of the way I feel recently since spending a couple of days in the hospital in March.  I just don’t feel up to speed and probably resemble my scrapbook in many ways. 

I had not looked at my scrapbook for many years, but I was prompted to do so this week because of something that caught my eye on the internet.  I was looking for an on-line video of a homily I gave about seven or eight years ago before moving to Wyoming.  I typed my name into the search engine to see if I could locate what I wanted to see.  I became distracted when I saw my name associated with a website of which I was unfamiliar.  So I clicked on the site. To my surprise there was an article published in the Heartland Connection on March 31, 2015 which mentioned me by name. http://www.heartlandconnection.com/sports/story.aspx?id=1185091#.VVurR_lViko
It said, “On the mound, redshirt freshman Kent Frantz is the first Bulldog hurler to start 5-0 on a season since Vernon Dobelmann did so in 1982.”

I was unaware that going 5-0 as a pitcher was that dramatic of an accomplishment.  It was a bit surprising to read in this article that another pitcher at the university had not succeeded in doing so in the last 33 years until Kent came along this year.  A lot has changed in those 33 years, including the name of the school.  It was Northeast Missouri State University when I attended.  Now it is Truman State University.

Reading this article prompted me to pull out my scrapbook and spend some time looking back.  It gave me a sense of perspective of how things change through the years.  I played basketball and baseball at the university level and enjoyed a certain amount of success in each sport.  I received Honorable Mention to the Academic All-American Baseball Team my senior year.  This was my favorite accomplishment because I valued the education I received in addition to the privilege of playing sports.

Why does any of this matter today?  It fills me with a sense of gratitude.  I was blessed to play in two different sports at the collegiate level and attain my academic education via a basketball scholarship.  That is truly a blessing.  It also reminds me that everything I have is a gift from God.  It was only three short years after graduation from college that I was diagnosed with cancer the first time.  I am about to hit my 29th anniversary of being a survivor since the first diagnosis and 14 years since the second diagnosis.  The health and vigor I enjoyed as a young man in college is not something I take for granted. Major surgery and chemotherapy treatments have a way of letting you know just how precious the gift of good health truly is.  

I can no longer dunk a basketball.  I can no longer throw an 85 mph fastball or a sharp curve ball.  However, I have the memories of those days.  I have the memories of the college campuses I was able to see because of sports.  I played as far away as Anchorage and Kotzebue, Alaska to the north and west and Florence, Alabama to the south and east.  Those were some fantastic experiences.

My scrapbook may be fading and crumbling.  That is okay.  I still enjoy the pictures and the memories.  My health and vitality is not what it used to be. That is okay.  I am a child of God and blessed with grace.  A trip down memory lane  reminded me that life has not always been easy.  That is okay.  The suffering has highlighted the many comforts, pleasures, and priviliges that have also been present on the journey.

What are some of your favorite memories from days gone by?  Take some time today to give thanks to God for all of the blessings.