Mark Saucier
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I’d guess he’s a student by the bookbag on his back and his usual proximity to the university. He is tall, thin and black — none of which would normally call attention or capture … more
“Out of the depths I call to you, Lord; Lord hear my cry.” I thought of Psalm 30 when we were visiting Carolyn’s 99-year-old father at his Utah nursing home. It was sung by … more
It was a baleful beginning to the week. On Monday, a former president and others received pipe bombs in the mail. A man in Florida assumed the seat of judgment and the only mercy in his court was the … more
In anticipation of its arrival, we spent the waning light picking the last fruits of the garden and lugging in the plants. We could feel it coming in the crispness of the air and hear its … more
Jesus repeatedly uses kingdom — the Kingdom of God and the Kingdom of Heaven — to describe the fullness of life and profusion of love to which we are all invited. In the epistles, … more
I walked out the door of the infusion center following my final chemo session. After five months of potent drugs and uncomfortable side effects, it was over. Suddenly, the sunshine was … more
Leaning back in my chair, the sky fills three quarters of the window.   Today, it is crowded with billowing cumulus clouds, those puffy wads of white cotton gliding on a flat-bottomed … more
It has been an unsettling few weeks as the specter of abuse and cover-up once again raised its ugly head. Sin demands the light of day. Without it, those acts or omissions fester and rot, … more
An amazing thing about Scripture is its ability to be perennially new. Even the most familiar passages can offer insights that we have never considered before. All we have to do is to be … more
He had been with his wife as she talked and dozed in the infusion chair next to mine. He left for a while, returning with a carryout with an aroma that suggested a succulence and satisfaction … more
Chemotherapy has given me fatigue, neuropathy and blood clots. My biggest concern though, is all about food. We humans have 10,000 taste buds. They are grouped into categories — salty, … more
In our Monday group, we start with Sunday’s gospel and see where it goes. This time, it was Mark’s Parable of the Mustard Seed — that tiny seed growing into “the … more
  I came upon a poem by David Whyte titled “What to Remember When Waking.”   It’s about that liminal moment when we first awaken — that fleeting time just … more
There was no mistaking it for the upper room: concrete floor, plastic chairs and a thick steel door. But there we were, a bunch of guys, most in orange jumpsuits and shackles, trying to stumble … more
It was 50 years ago. Hours after our high school graduation, a friend and I took off to spend the summer working in the missions in Peru. In Lima, the migration from the countryside had begun, … more
The woman standing at the podium, notes in one hand and tissues in the other, confessed that long before the drugs and alcohol, she wanted to be a teacher, wanted to make a difference. It was … more
It is easy to be all “Alleluia” and “He is Risen” when a vernal sun paints the land green and coaxes the daffodils to come out and play. When the garden craves its seed … more
They told me that being a hope-filled person was important to my recovery.   I assured them I was. Why not? My life had worked out pretty well so far. But that was based on previous … more
It began as an upset stomach, devolved into a blockage, and resulted in the removal of a mass from my colon.   God has a way of getting our attention. My first lesson was trust. I … more
This meditation was originally published in the April 16, 2004, issue of The Catholic Missourian: By Mark Saucier   Something was wrong when I crawled under the covers with a sweatshirt … more
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