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The Paradox of Losing Control

Trusting another person is most difficult for me. When others have suggested trusting God or leaving it in God's hands, I have come away from such advice feeling confused and frustrated. I have never known how to trust God. The other day, though, I was in a tight situation, though not one that was harmful. It was a good opportunity for a lesson. All of my concentration was focused on the bad things that were about to happen at the moment and the mountain of bad things that would result. My stomach was churning. My palms were sweating. My eyes kept moving from one indicator of impending doom to another. My mind was racing through how to get out of the situation once it had turned bad. In the midst of the turmoil, stress, and panic, the image of St. Peter walking on the water took the place of all of the gloom that was filling my mind. The face of St. Peter keeping his gaze on Christ instead of on the storm and the waves became the answer to the bad things that were about to happe

What Lesson Do You Have For Me, Coach?

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communications@bishopchatard.org Last night my oldest son, Alexander, played in his first football game in high school as a member of the freshman football team of the Bishop Chatard High School Trojans. I was excited to see how he would do against the freshman football team of the Brebeuf Jesuit Preparatory School Braves. Alexander's head coach reported to the team during the week of practice leading up to the game that Brebeuf's coaches were claiming that their freshman football team had so few players, it was necessary to bring five members of Brebeuf's JV team to fill out the ranks. This information only inspired Alexander more as he was eager to test himself against some older and more experienced players. Sitting down in the Chatard bleachers, it was as apparent as a dog on the dinner table that Brebeuf's freshman football team had many more players than advertised. Listening to the talk of some of the parents around me who had programs, there seemed to be a who