He was amazed at their lack of faith!


Gospel: Mark 6:1-6 ~ Jesus departed from there and came to his native place, accompanied by his disciples. When the Sabbath came he began to teach in the synagogue, and many who heard him were astonished. They said, “Where did this man get all this?” Jesus said to them, “A prophet is not without honor except in his native place and among his own kin and in his own house.” So he was not able to perform any mighty deed there, apart from curing a few sick people by laying his hands on them. He was amazed at their lack of faith. 


Jesus in some ways enjoyed his process/journey in life. He expected rejection. He would transform this rejection into life.

Often we feel rejection when our dreams do not come to fruition.

A friend fantasized about being a musician—a rock star, a phenomenal guitar player. He imagined being on stage, playing to screams of the crowd, people absolutely loosing their minds to his sweet finger-noodling glory. This fantasy kept him occupied for hours on end. It wasn’t about “if”, but “when”. It was all planned out: first he would have to bide his time, second he would finish school—making extra cash for guitar. Third he would make time to practice. Then… nothing.

Despite fantasizing half of his life, the reality didn’t come to fruition.  And it took him a long time to finally figure it out.  He didn’t actually want it.

My friend was in love with result—the image on stage, people cheering wildly, him rocking out, and pouring his heart into what he was playing… but he wasn’t in love with the process.

He failed. Actually, he didn’t even try enough to fail at it. He hardly tried at all. He never went through the daily drudgery of daily practice, logistics of finding a group and rehearsing, the pain of finding gigs and actually getting people to show up and give a hoot. He didn’t go through broken strings, the blown tube amp, hauling 40 pounds of gear to and from rehearsals with no car.

It is a mountain of a dream and a mile high climb to the top. My friend realized after a long time he didn’t like to climb much. He just liked to imagine the summit. It is like wanting to be a Marine, a teacher, or making the golf team without sweat or fear of being cut.

Beloved, it is all about process.

The truth is far less interesting. He thought he wanted something, but it turns out he didn’t. End of story.

He wanted reward without struggle, relationships or the cross.

He wanted the result without the process.

He was in love with not the fight, but the victory.

The thorn that St. Paul talks about is the fantasy of finishing the race before one barely starts. It is a God thing after all. This is not willpower or grit. It is a simple component of life. Our struggles determine our successes. Our problems birth our happiness… along with slightly better, slightly upgraded problems.

To follow Jesus is a never-ending upward spiral. There is no rest in peace. And if you think at any point we are allowed to stop climbing, I’m afraid you’re missing the point of the Gospel. This is the reason Jesus and all the true prophets are rejected. Because they tell us the joy is in the struggle and climb up the mountain and onto the Cross. And the people and his family did not want to hear that. O my!


July 15, 2018 ~ St. Monica, Palatka ~ Father Ron


Just finished watching Vietnam documentary… 18 hours… Ken Burns

I am exhausted, but alive and breathing in…

war disfigures our souls especially of the surviving warriors and gold star families

tormented by living in the new normal

it is the silence that roars…

My own experiences of a horrific war

somewhat gentrified

but still eyed as a lie

Evil is in the backline

that bloodies the frontline

Love does prevail at times

the true hero or heroine

are those who traverse after

innocence stolen or beaten out of us

children and siblings returned in bits and pieces

and fragments of enemies now loved

those who fragged, now forgiven

What is it about our feeble memories

failing to avoid our really botched and flawed,

if not diabolical previous choices,

blaming without looking

at our own almost botched choices if not for the grace of Love?

Love have mercy…

ron-self have mercy…

Jesus have mercy…

Buddha have mercy…

            on me

your beloved

who doesn’t always feel so loved or being…

Heal my soul… please!


My own soul haltingly, evasively nears the Vietnam Memorial

that spreads beyond the 58,272 to the 20 at Arlington Cemetery

and 61 and counting souls embraced at their death from Fallujah.

Many more are dying from spiritual heart attacks every day…

“I hate war,” I read on the FDR memorial wall

The fake wall with names like “Lies” and “Arrogance”

along our neighborly southern border,

will not work,

has not worked

in Vietnam, Korea, Berlin, Israel or Confederate/Union

the real though callous wall already built within the American psyche…

a wall that once hoped to keep out hate and racism

Mister President… take down that wall!…

we pray the Vietnam Memorial, the real Wall,

will remind us of who we are,

We as a people are not a wall, but a golden door,

Let us never again keep out

“…your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.”

Let us rather keep out the greed and profiteers of war.

Greatness as a nation comes from

those who fought and reconciled on both sides of a conflict,

not rhetoric nor tweets

nor self-righteousness

nor any political solution.

Healing comes from within

and from the balm of love

that former enemies have for US

and US for them.

Ron Camarda


Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

(Emma Lazurus ~ New Colossus ~ Statue of Liberty)



Remember what He said to you…

Easter- 2016 ~ Luke 24:1-12 ~ At daybreak on the first day of the week, the women who had come from Galilee with Jesus took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. They found the stone rolled away from the tomb; but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were puzzling over this, behold, two men in dazzling garments appeared to them (Moses & Elijah of Transfiguration?). They were terrified and bowed their faces to the ground. They said to them, “Why do you seek the living one among the dead? He is not here, but he has been raised. Remember what he said to you while he was still in Galilee, that the Son of Man must be handed over to sinners and be crucified, and rise on the third day.” And they remembered his words. Then they returned from the tomb and announced all these things to the eleven and to all the others.

The women were Mary Magdalene, Joanna, and Mary the mother of James (Peter, John and James in Transfiguration); the others who accompanied them also told this to the apostles, but their story seemed like nonsense and they did not believe them. But Peter got up and ran to the tomb, bent down, and saw the burial cloths alone; then he went home amazed at what had happened.

DSCF4128 I am amazed and humbled that with two phenomenal preachers here at Queen of Peace, I was asked to preach today like a third string quarterback. O well, pray for me!

We remember.

We celebrate.

We believe.

Jesus, we remember how you washed our feet. In his homily on Holy Thursday, Father Jeff helped us understand that it is you, Jesus, who consecrates and breaks the bread, feed our souls, baptizes and anoint us. You heal us so often even when we complain that we can’t find you.

Even though Jesus walked with the two disciples on the road to Emmaus, they didn’t recognize him because they were too caught up in their own terror, fear and anxieties.

Their hopes were not as big as God’s hopes and dreams for them. But Jesus was patient and asked the two to remember all the way to their dinner table. They celebrated and believed when he said the blessing and broke the bread. Another miracle of Easter is that the men finally believed the women.

Though we don’t always recognize Jesus present in our sufferings and distractions, we do believe he is with us at this moment and for all eternity. In fact, Jesus can’t imagine heaven without every one of us today! We have trouble accepting such a magnificent love. Too often, we seek the living one among the dead.

The living one is seeking us today.

Jesus, we celebrate the breaking of your body and the water and blood that flowed from your side. When we are terrorized by hatred, unfaithfulness and betrayal, you show us how to love. “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.” and “Today you will be with me in Paradise.” Your sacrificial love is our only hope to end all wars, hatred and fear. Yes, it was a truly Good Friday.

Jesus, we celebrate how you eat and drink with us every time we come to Eucharist. “Lord, I am not worthy for you to enter into my body, but only say the Word, and my soul will be healed.

Here a million wounded souls, are yearning just to touch you and be healed.Gather all your people, and hold them to your heart.

We remember how You loved us to the end.

And still we celebrate, for you are with us here;

and we believe that we will see you when you come in glory, Lord.

We remember. We Celebrate. We believe.   (Song by Marty Haugen, 1980)

The key to Easter is that God loves us and wants to spend time with all of us. (Lots of time and for all of eternity).

It isn’t so much that we are seeking God, but God is seeking us.

It is through the birthing pains of our faith, the way of the Cross, that we understand this. When we encounter the empty tombs, keep searching. We must seek more diligently than the kids who will be seeking those Easter eggs in a few minutes, which might seem like hours to them. It is not an easy task, but with love of God and one another in our hearts… Jesus walks with us this Easter Morning today… even before we find him or recognize Him. He is alive with us… TODAY!

We remember his words.

We celebrate his love and mercy.

We believe how much God loves all of us… no exceptions.

He is Risen! Halleluiah!


Let us raise our voices with Father Kaz.

Discover the Risen Christ, the Beloved, as we sing our Easter Joy with Hallelujahs…

My Beloved Friend’s Funeral this morning in Arizona

Fr Ron

I wanted to let you know that I lost the love of my life early Sat morning. He went to be with God and I have no doubt of that. It is my selfishness that let’s me mourn. I will miss him so much. I want to thank you for you friendship over the years. We moved to Arizona in June and Doug was able to enjoy his family for the last months of his life. He thought he would have more time but as we know we do not know the hour or the day that the Lord will come. Doug left this world confident that he would see Jesus soon. There is a memorial web site it is http://www.heritagefuneralchapels.com. Please remember us all in your prayers.




Doug and I use to work out together and play racquetball when I was first ordained a priest.

He helped me survive my time in Guantanamo Bay Cuba back in 1995. He and his wife nursed me back to health when I had a physical breakdown. He later became the administrator of St. Patrick’s and did a phenomenal and loving ministry. Doug was a wonderful confidant. Then, when I returned to GTMO for my last two weeks of active duty in 2005, again he was there. May he enjoy the beauty and love of heaven. I pray his beautiful wife, Karen, feel his assurance and embrace from heaven.

Life is changed...not ended.

Life is changed…not ended.

Middle Spring

Come take a journey with me into the forest.
My wonderful friend died today. Her soul was welcomed into the arms of the Beloved. I believe. I trust.
I almost didn’t recognize the woods today. There was so much life and love.

I heard a homily this past week from my friend’s son. “If our leg is amputated, we are still the same person.” We are not less of a person. We just have to manage past that cross or rock in our path.

Beloved, all of us are loved by God. Our Beloved God will not allow us to be harmed.
All God ever wanted was to hear us say, “I love you!”
Love one another.
What do you have to lose.
Let go of all bitterness.
Love one another.

Flower power!

Flower power!



Ready to Spring

Ready to Spring



Web of Life

Web of Life

Pray for us!

Go with God Nothing to fear!

Go with God
Nothing to fear!

Swing into action

Swing into action

Longing for Color

Longing for Color

Broken but beautiful

Broken but beautiful

See Butterfly?

See Butterfly?

hang in there

hang in there

Gotta have it!

Gotta have it!

Be careful!

Be careful!

Loving it!

Loving it!

Can you hear the fern sing?

Can you hear the fern sing?





Smitten by beauty

Smitten by beauty

Ants assist flowers

Ants assist flowers



My Beloved and My God!

My Beloved and My God!



The old

The old

Have faith

Have faith





Pray for us

Pray for us

It will one day bloom!

It will one day bloom!

Love does it all

Love does it all

God needs our help

God needs our help





Now what?

Now what?

We all play our part!

We all play our part!

Be part of the solution

Be part of the solution

Come and Follow








Love one another

Go with Beloved God Elvira!
I love you!

We Remember, We Celebrate

We Remember, We Celebrate




Here it is another Memorial Day Weekend. When you read this, the day will have passed.  And yet it is still here with us. This past weekend, I remembered an old song that we sang often at church. It was referring to the death of Jesus, but I think we could relate it to those who died defending our country against enemies foreign or domestic.


We remember how you loved us, through your death,

And still we celebrate for you are with us here.

And we believe that we will see you

In your glory, beloved

We remember

We celebrate

We believe!


And so we remember those who gave their lives serving our great country that sometimes is misguided and forgetful of our core values. It is love that will continue to bind us. They loved us by gifting us with their deaths. Their families have also loved us through the great sacrifice of grief.



   I will be at Faith & Sharing this week from Tuesday until Saturday noon. Bishop John Snyder started Faith & Sharing in our diocese over 31 years ago for those living with mental and physical disabilities and their families. It is an awesome week. I will be co-animating with Sister Maureen Kelley, OP as I have for the past 10 years. The week is inter-denominational, but we do celebrate Eucharist every day. This year, Bishop Snyder will be with us on Friday. By the end of the week, we can’t tell who is “labeled mentally disabled.” God is Good!


Then there are about seven weeks where children are able to go on I Am Special Camps for children to be paired up 24/7 to young adults for each week. Young people rock.



   Please lift us up in prayer. Donations are always welcome for those who can’t afford the week on their own.  You can make donations through the Office of Disabilities in the Diocese of St. Augustine.


Have a blessed week.

God bless our Troops.

Semper Fi!


Love, joy, peace,

Father Ron +



P.S. Tropical Storm Beryl caused some damage at Camp St. John so Faith & Sharing will not start until Wednesday at noon. Please pray for us. The devil works double time when we get closer to God. 

Stewards of the Voice of God: Are you listening?



Today, the Feast of the Ascension had the Conclusion of the Gospel according to Mark.


Jesus said to his disciples: “Go into the whole world and proclaim the gospel to every creature. Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved; whoever does not believe will be condemned. These signs will accompany those who believe: In my name they will drive out demons, they will speak new languages. They will pick up serpents with their hands, and if they drink any deadly thing, it will not harm them. They will lay hands on the sick, and they will recover.”

   So then the Lord Jesus, after he spoke to them, was taken up into heaven and took his seat at the right hand of God. But they went forth and preached everywhere, while the Lord worked with them and confirmed the word through accompanying signs.


Beloved, when I went to get in my car to go to the 8 and 10 am Mass, the garage door broke and I couldn’t get my car out. I was stuck. The door was too heavy to lift. In desperation, I borrowed my neighbor’s car and arrived at the church 2 minutes late, but the pastor was already going down the aisle. Yes, yes, I needed to breathe in…and breathe out…I ended up presiding at the 10 and the noon…and baptize 10-month-old Maximilian Stephen after the Mass. What a blessing that was! I was hoping to drive to Gainesville for a 25th anniversary of a parish at 2 pm, but instead, I was anxious, vulnerable and being used by Jesus at the Masses and the baptism. Maximilian and Stephen are two great Martyrs. I also needed to die to something. I needed to trust in Jesus.


I tell you this because I had a plan…and God had another plan (which was much better).


Maybe Jesus is using each of us for his healing of someone. Aren’t we asking Jesus to heal the people we love? God hears our prayers.


For my homily I shared about when I was about 19 years old and on my required year at sea for college, and not being able to call but once or twice from Africa to my parents. This was back in 1979-1980. Just hearing their voice filled me with joy and strength.  One time at sea, God spoke to me through the moon. It was totally beautiful and terrifying, but I didn’t clearly understand until many years later. 


Then, when I was sent to Fallujah Iraq, I remember calling my Father and sharing some of the stories. My father’s voice was like food for my soul. I once shared how an Iraqi Soldier came into the hospital with his buddy that was dead. When they went to bring his buddy to Mortuary Affairs instead of the hospital, he went ballistic and screaming. I walked in with this Muslim who only spoke Arabic and instantly loved him, but I couldn’t speak the language. In reality I knew the language of love.  As the “Iman” I kept saying in Arabic “Allah be praised!” He fell into the arms of the Chief (who I would baptize in a few weeks) and in my arms sobbing. I was so mad that enemies would hurt this child of God. I then instructed the translator to have him look in my eyes and breathe in and breathe out. It was like standing back and seeing Jesus use my body and comfort this beloved man in the death of his friend. He stared at me and heard every word I said through the translator. Eventually he went off.


At that time, I wanted to hear the voice of my mother who had died in 2000. I shared with the congregation that in a way she could hear me…and I could hear her voice. Now a days, we can talk anywhere in the world with a cell phone. I pulled mine out. I prefer voice rather than texting. Sometimes we text to each other while we are in the same building! My mother had written me an anniversary card on my 10th anniversary to priesthood. I was ordained 22 years ago today. She wrote:


Dear Ron, 

   We are very proud of you and love you very much. The last 10 years have been very different for you to say the least. Good, bad, indifferent, exciting, blessed, scary etc, etc. But one thing is for sure you have always been in the hands of Jesus who has to love having fun with you. Don’t you think? We hope the next ten years will be just as wonderful. 

                           Love you,

                               Mom & Dad



I had this card from my mother when I was out in Iraq. It sits in my bible. It was like hearing her voice. Jesus is truly alive! He is in Heaven, but he is with us closer than a phone call. Every Sunday we gather together almost like in a phone booth and we call home. God, Our Father and Mother, encourages us…especially when under the burden of the Cross. God loves us and is with us always. God loves us too much to let us alone.


I remembered a song as I walked along the beach last night. We started singing it at church back in 1980 when I graduated from Kings Point. It goes like this. Please join with me as you hear it and believe it also:


We remember how you loved us, through your death

And still we celebrate for you are with us here

And we believe that we will see you, when you come

in your glory Lord, 

We remember, we celebrate, we believe


Here a million wounded souls

are yearning just to touch you and be healed

gather all your people, and hold them to your heart


We remember how you loved us….



Beloved, please have a wonderful week.  Remember to listen to the voice of God. Ask to hear His voice. You will receive His Love.


Love, joy, peace,

Father Ron Moses +


P.S. TEAR IN THE DESERT, the TV special will show again on EWTN on Memorial Day, May 28th at 5:30 pm ET. 


Journey of a Soul into Eternity

It doesn’t matter who we are, we all are on a journey in this life.

We all must be born and thrust out into the world usually against our will. We were all created from the sperm of a man and an egg of a woman. We strive to understand these donors as “Father” and “Mother”. Sometimes, because of circumstances that just are, others must step in out of love as foster parents to raise and love us.

Who would want to leave the warmth of our mother’s womb? We can’t fathom nor dream how total consciousness gets better and better. Human beings seem to be the only living creatures that are capable of contemplating the future and past. We think about an afterlife. Susi Pitman’s book, Animals in Heaven? Catholics want to know, contemplates whether our pets and animals will or are in heaven. We human beings can raise this kind of question, however animals don’t appear to “think” about it. Animals don’t write about thoughts like this article is doing, nor do they read and understand like you are doing at this moment. It isn’t good or bad, it is just an observation.

Sometimes, when life and being human becomes difficult, we wish we were like our pets. A dog or cat in a loving family really doesn’t worry about much. Nothing keeps them awake at night thinking. All of their worries and needs are in the present. Unlike our spouses, the more delayed you are in getting home, the happier the dog gets when you finally return home!

Basically, we are all more like animals than we are different. All of us strive to survive. We want to live. Even the person who commits suicide wants to live. The emotional, spiritual and physical pain has become unmanageable. The suicidal person, who basically has a “spiritual heart attack”, is hoping to get the life back flowing in their lives.

God is good, just look around. God doesn’t make junk. Too often, we focus and belittle ourselves mostly as sinners without looking at ourselves as a miracle of life. My experience of God is a loving Father and Mother. My hope is that God will always be this loving. God is always waiting for me to come home. God embraces you and me everyday with breath and a heartbeat. Mean dogs are only mean because they were trained to be mean by human beings. We are all first and foremost incredible, fantastic and beloved children of God. None of us would ever believe for a second that it is okay to abuse or injure a baby or toddler. And yet, we were all once just that. Loved. The only time a child is abused or aborted is when we fail to see the child as a one-of-a-kind and unique person like all of us. Those people are simply blind or dead to being open to the miracle of life and transcendence.

It is difficult to live. And it will be difficult to die. We see it coming and know that no one gets out of this world without dying. It is natural. I look forward to my death for it will be a journey, my journey. Don’t be afraid of living in heaven today on this earth. Life is an opportunity to journey and transcend our world and become more and more like our Creator. Amazing! Crazy! Fabulous! Forever.

Newborn babies don’t have a clue as to what is happening, but consciousness is a slow process. I suspect heaven will be the same. We are loved and God understands that we couldn’t possibly feed and protect ourselves from the beginning.

Trust God’s love for you and have a blessed day as a Steward of God’s Creation, which includes being stewards of our “thinking” and “birthing into heaven”.

Love, joy, peace,

Father Ron Moses +

Pura Vida

Back Side of the Sunset

I took a walk on the beach in the winter cool in Florida. I left around 5:30 pm and headed North on Atlantic Beach into Hanna State Park. The temperature was about 59 degrees Fahrenheit at the beginning of the walk.

I prayed the Rosary in a wonderful way. I prayed all five Mysteries for each decade meditating on the Joyful, Luminous, Sorrowful and Glorious mysteries. I didn’t finish until I reached my deserted and sacred place. It took an hour. It was a lonely twilight.

And then I contemplated.

My column this week might not have a picture. As a seafarer and water lover I have seen thousands of sunsets. I have also missed tens of thousands of sunsets. Since I am 50 years old, there have been over 18,250 sunrises and sunsets since I was born. Granted, there have been a number of cloudy days. But it is important to note that most of them were simply missed. How about you? Have you been a steward of your sunrises and sunsets?

Tonight, I only glanced at the sun setting through the trees momentarily, because I wanted to be a steward of the “sun that doesn’t set in the east.” Please bear with me.

In Key West, people gather every night of the year to cheer the glorious sunset. Even when the sun hides and plays coy behind the clouds, it can be a delightful and spiritually nurturing spectacle.

But have you ever tried to look in the opposite direction of the glorious sunset and see the life still going on? Have you ever contemplated the life of the world slowing down and searching for shelter in the darkness? I love shadows and night. I love the stars that first appear. I love how the moon sometimes seems proud as she grows in glorious light while the sun seems to fade away. Yes, yes, it is true. The sun isn’t really setting. We simply are turning toward the east.

Are we turning away from just the sun?

As I saw less and less on the back side of the sunset, I saw more of the back side of my heart and soul. I walked home with the light within me. I realized that the moon is nothing in comparison to the sun, especially if the sun refused to share her light. And we all know that the sun is incapable of holding back her infinite warmth and light. And I realized how insignificant I am…without the light of Love Eternal…God.

The little fishing boat disappeared from my eyes in the darkness…except for his light.
The ocean’s blue traded her aqua color for black and foamy white. Even I gave up my colorful self. If I stayed much longer, I would give up my heat as well, something you cannot see. On my outward journey, the variety of seagulls, terns and sandpipers were astonishing. About 14 terns were wearing orange beaks that highlighted their black and white markings. On my return, I could barely see the dark silhouettes of those beaks.

The back side of the sun will eventually turn into the sunrise. Be patient. “Pause awhile, pause awhile in the humdrum of the city or behind a cloister wall. In the early morning and when shadows start to fall, hear Creation bending to the Maker of it all. And all we have to do is pause awhile.” Enjoy the shadows falling to the Maker of it all. The Morning Star is coming!

Love, joy, peace,
Father Ron

*Pause Awhile in the italics is from my memory of a song I have sung over and over. We sang it on Wednesday evenings at the Merchant Marine Academy at the Folk Mass. I thank whoever wrote this love song to our Creator.