Huw Richardson was born in Atlanta under a different name almost 58 years ago. I never knew my father nor any of his kin.
I’ve lived all over: I was never in the same house for 3 Christmases until I was over 40. I’ve not yet made it to 4. Rootlessness seems to be a way of life and every time I think I’m about to root, it ends up not happening. Yet I’ve made some amazing friends online. I’ve met some awesome people all over the world. I’ve met religious leaders and heads of state and famous movie stars. I’ve also managed to be debt free.
I’ve stood on the Hill of Tara and touched the Lia Fail. It did not cry out. I’ve kissed the Blarney Stone as well, if you can’t guess. I have illicitly touched ancient, holy statues to see if anything would happen and I have never used flash photography when I should not have.
I’ve been a bookseller, a call center drone, a trainer, a convert, a preacher, a monk, a planter, a secretary, a writer, and an activist.
My patron is Blessed Stanley Rother. When I’m in trouble, he’s got my back. He prays for me, along with St Rose of Lima, St. Catherine of Siena, St John Henry Newman, Bl Fulton J Sheen, and Bl. William Richardson. Now I’m trying to serve God as a Parochial Almoner and studying to enter the Roman Catholic Diaconate. If this last comes to fruition, God willing, I will be ordained 29 June 2025. I’m a Dominican Tertiary and a member of Courage International. This is home: I’ve found my roots by using my wings.
What’s next? I don’t know. Part of me wants to just pick out a camper and gig my way around the world. Part of me wants to own a pub in Ireland and feed my soul with good music until forever. Part of me has always taught. Some part of me dances whenever the moon is full. Another part of me kneels in awe in the darkness as all the stars spin but the cross stands still.
The header image on all pages and posts is a portion of the sky taken from this engraving by Gustav Dore:
When Jacob fought with God he would not let God go until he got a blessing. God renamed him “Israel” meaning one who struggles with God. In Jesus, the Gentiles were grafted into this and the Church is called “The Israel of God” meaning the Church, too, is part of this struggle. Mind you, we’re not trying to Change God: he’s trying to change us. But we’re kicking and screaming the whole way. In the end, God had to cripple Jacob make him let go long enough for God to actually do the blessing. So it is with all of us – wrestling to get to trust.
This blog is an expression of my ongoing struggle to be a faithful follower of Yeshua haMoshiach, Messiah Jesus. I am “working out my salvation in fear and trembling.” If you see anything here that sounds unfaithful to him, please let me know. But…
לֹא אֲשַׁלֵּחֲךָ כִּי אִם־בֵּרַכְתָּנִי
I will not let go until he blesses me.