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Matt Weber seeks the sacred and the spiritual in his 20s and beyond.

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September 29th, 2014
Note: No animals will be mentioned (or harmed) in the making of this list

The Feast of St. Francis is October 4.
Use these suggestions to help you celebrate the feast day well.

Photo Credits:
•”Statue of St. Francis placed in a nook in an energy-efficient straw-bale house built by a Catholic religious, the Sisters of St. Francis of Tiffin” (Photo courtesy of Catholic News Service / Chaz Muth)
•”Nativity Scene” (Photo courtesy of Catholic News Service / Sam Lucero, The Compass)
•”Pope Francis” (Photo courtesy of Catholic News Service / Paul Haring)

September 16th, 2014


With the football season kicking off, baseball playoffs about to heat up, and competitive billiards ubiquitously enthralling all those watching ESPN 7 — allow me to provide some helpful tips on how to not be an obnoxious fan.

Next up: “Ways to Celebrate the Feast of St. Francis to Make Pope Francis Proud”

Photo Credits:
•Football (soccer) supporter. Photo by Jamain. This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported, 2.5 Generic, 2.0 Generic and 1.0 Generic license.
•Derek Jeter. Photo by Keith Allison. This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license.
•”Steeples of Catholic Church in Havana” photo courtesy of Catholic News Service/Nancy Phelan Wiechec.

August 21st, 2014

summer-bucket-list-1It’s the end of summer and you know what that means…REGRET! To many, all the dreams and plans of your “EPIC SUMMER 2014” are now being inventoried, and you’re realizing that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t get to do everything you wanted to do. Fear not. No need for regret. The summer can still be salvaged. Not just on a hope and a prayer, but there’s a real science to efficient summer bucketlisting* (*Not an officially recognized gerund).

Friday 4:27 p.m. — Take out your written list and tweet it out to all your friends. This creates accountability and pressure. You cannot fail. Everyone knows what you are doing (and what you haven’t done). Tweet with determination and grit. You will be asked about this on Monday.

Friday 4:59 p.m. — Leave work one minute early. This jumpstart will provide momentum into your weekend and allow you that extra 60 seconds of time you need to fulfill your summer goals.

Friday 5:38 p.m. — Arrive at your home. Hydrate. Change into weekend clothes. Put your phone on airplane mode.

Now at this point, I can easily prescribe an action packed, non-stop itinerary involving hot air ballooning, cooking classes, yoga on …

August 18th, 2014


The weather’s great. The sun is calling. So, get moving and enjoy what’s left of summer with these tips for praying outdoors. Do you have advice for taking your prayer life into the open air? Share it in the comments section below.

Photo Credit: The Naked Cowboy in Times Square, August, 2006. Photo by Ryan McGinnis. This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license.

April 19th, 2014

Experiencing how good ham can be when it’s not just simply combined with cheese and white bread. #pigUPGRADE

Creative Commons/Wikipedia

Creative Commons/Wikipedia

Sad, non-dyed (or boiled) eggs sulking in the fridge. #sadEGG

Flickr: sotheavy Creative Commons

Flickr: sotheavy Creative Commons

Easter Island confusion! #IslandLiving

Flickr: Arian Zwegers Creative Commons

Flickr: Arian Zwegers Creative Commons

Scary, edible bunnies that terrify children. #ChocolateGuillotine

Flickr: Kathryn Decker Creative Commons

Flickr: Kathryn Decker Creative Commons

Scary, non-edible bunnies that terrify children. #BunnyNightmare

Matt Weber

Matt Weber

Age old debate: Game of Thrones or The Ten Commandments? #MosesLannister #beards


Countless Facebook photos of your friends’ children looking even more adorable! #cuterkids

Matt Weber

Matt Weber

Flickr: Justin Barton Creative Commons

Flickr: Justin Barton Creative Commons

The rare site of a church parking lot that is completely full! #ArriveEARLY

Finding a hidden egg from last year’s Easter egg hunt. #EggsactlyWhereILeftIt

Flickr: M S Creative Commons

Flickr: M S Creative Commons

Giant, festive hats worn proudly! #HAPPYeaster


March 16th, 2014
St. Patrick depicted in a stained-glass window at the Co-Cathedral of St. Joseph in Brooklyn, N.Y. (CNS photo/Gregory A. Shemitz)

St. Patrick depicted in a stained-glass window at the Co-Cathedral of St. Joseph in Brooklyn, N.Y. (CNS photo/Gregory A. Shemitz)

This is not a myth. My story is not legend. In fact, it is a cold hard fact that is backed up with unassailable proof in the form of a YouTube video. What I am about to share may shock you — in fact, some may think this story living proof of the dogged spirit of St. Patrick alive and well in Celtic New England. Before I get ahead of myself and explain exactly what happened, let’s first review our St. Patrick history.

We all know St. Patrick was from Ireland. He was a bishop, carried a staff, and according to many pictures, he wore green. Aside from being a popular Catholic saint across the world, legend has it that he was a talented exterminator. Yes, our beloved bishop banished all snakes from Ireland. According to the legend of Wikipedia, “St. Patrick [chased] them into the sea after they attacked him during a 40-day fast he was undertaking on top of a hill.”

Here’s where I come in. As a child of Irish Americans growing up in a largely …

February 11th, 2014

spiritually-unfit-2Who has a Catholic cramp? Maybe a dogmatic double chin? What is the equivalent of spiritual flab? Right now, I am in the midst of some holy heaving, pious panting, and am in great need of a soulful sit-up.

If there were a spiritual Olympics, I am not even sure if I would qualify as an athlete. There is no medal or podium in my near future, as my soul is very much out of shape. (Quick note: to my mother who is almost undoubtedly reading this and now wondering/worried if I have lost my faith or am depressed — the answer is no, but…) I still attend church each Sunday, pray each night before I go to bed — yet I am finding that I’m doing just the bare minimum of “practice” to stay on the team.

It’s been a tough year for me personally and sometimes playing the game and suffering a few crushing defeats makes you just want to sit it out. Or to put it in the context of a spiritualized Winter Olympics: I’ve been riding the two-man luge with Jesus this past year, and we’ve taken some tumbles — several in fact — and I …

September 10th, 2013

back-to-schoolboy-2Writing as a 29-year-old adult with a full-time job, I am pleased to no longer be in school. I’ve put in my time (22 consecutive years of class), played the degree game and am happily out of it unscathed. While there is much I do miss about returning to school, I am comfortably enjoying the fruits of my labor. Tonight, I write in a carefree manner, watching my beloved Red Sox and eating Ruffles potato chips. I have no homework and fear not midterms, finals, or font size on long papers. Until I had that diploma in hand, it seemed like every hour of every day meant something was due to someone and they were going to judge me on it; and those judgments seemed like all that mattered toward happiness at the time.

Additionally, starting college, I was really confused about this new thing called a salad bar. There were too many lettuce options. What is kale? And why am I guilted into low-fat raspberry vinaigrette when a solid ranch option sits idly by? And because everything is weighed, how come I am now valuing croutons over my beloved (yet denser) cucumbers?

Yet as the product …

April 16th, 2013
Turning to prayer after the tragedy at the Boston Marathon

A woman prays at the site of explosions at the Boston Marathon.

A woman prays at the site of explosions at the Boston Marathon.

There is a certain sadness in the air.

The typical euphoria of Patriot’s Day in Boston seemed to have dissolved into the crisp afternoon air and cheers turned into cries and suddenly running 26.2 miles meant everything and nothing. Fifteen years ago I jogged the final five miles of the Boston Marathon with my parish pastor cheering him as he cramped up and supporting him with throngs of well wishers on the sidewalks. Trotting down the home stretch on Boylston Street is collective sensory joy in motion. As a young teenager, it was a thrill to be in downtown Boston on this most special day and a tradition I continued while a student at Boston College and beyond.

Yesterday, I was not at the finish line. I was out sick last week and couldn’t manage to take off the following Monday. So, atypical to a traditional Patriot’s Day, I went to work. More like, I endured work. Sitting in my office restlessly, I was exactly 3.5 miles away from Copley Square; roughly a 30-minute bike ride to a sea of protective silver capes and 27-minutes via the Boston …

April 3rd, 2013

It’s the best time of the year — no, I’m not referring to springtime or Easter Season, but perhaps a time even (blasphemously) better and more anticipated in my opinion: BASEBALL SEASON!

Regardless of Punxsutawney Phil and his fickle foreshadowing, baseball is now upon us and a ripe new schedule of pregnant anticipation is born unto us the faithful fans. Each year, it is a goal of mine to attend at least two to three games. Not just to watch them on TV or check the scores incessantly on the Internet, but actually shelling out anywhere from $15 to $150 a ticket for the privilege to hear the crack of a bat and smell freshly cut turf around a mound of dirt and seeds and spit.

And so, sunshine or drizzle, regardless of where my seat is — and even if the game is a blowout or my hot dog is cold — I am always happy to be at a game for one particular reason. It is a relishing of a moment often experienced with relish. It is an ephemeral action that figuratively burns bright then passes by in the blink of an eye. It is …

March 26th, 2013

god-in-air-imageI was sitting on a train heading to New York City as the sun gently rose on an eager Boston morning. My eyelids were drooping, yawns were frequent, yet I was happy as a clam; reading my book in the quiet car, excited for three and a half hours of peace. A few minutes into the trip, we made our first stop and a nice woman sat next to me. I describe her as “nice” for a few reasons: 1) she smiles and nods as she asks to sit next to me; and 2) she is wearing a hat. I have found in life that a great majority of adult female hat wearers are warm and friendly. So, quite unscientifically, I was pleased to be sharing my morning travels to New York with a smiling patron of haberdasheries.

As I began to crease the binding of my book once again, with few cares in the world, a sharp, fruity and metallic smell entered my immediate atmosphere. It sent chills up my nostrils and began a slow, uninvited descent into my lungs. Whatever it was, it was borderline intolerable, and a smell that could not be unsmelled. My nose took notice …

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