A Priest in the Family: Father James P. West
So many of our happiest and most sorrowful times in this world were accompanied by this priest, Father James Philip West.
So many of our happiest and most sorrowful times in this world were accompanied by this priest, Father James Philip West.
Tragically, on January 26, 2020, along with his daughter and 7 other souls, he died in a helicopter crash in Southern California. I was at a birthday party when the news flashed up on my iPhone. I didn’t know him, of course. But, I immediately said a prayer.
The Leader, then, turned to the mother. He looked at her in her agony. He peered into her bloodshot eyes and appealed to her mother’s heart. He lavished upon her enticements of mercy if she would just speak some sense into her son. This can all be over.
God allowed this small, sickly man doing small, seemingly insignificant things to become a victorious beacon of beatitude for the Kingdom.
I do not presume I have a fraction of the gift of hospitality so beautifully exhibited by my grandmother and my mother. But, I have been given a heart for it that at least doesn’t stop beating altogether when my 4 year old licks the Bishop’s cheese.
There is unspeakable peace in knowing that the same Savior who can forgive my sins can heal my wounds and straighten my crown.
This brilliant, charming, and quick witted 16th century Spanish nun knew by nature and grace what social scientists, neurologists, and psychologists today spend incalculable resources studying: Smiling matters.
Sainthood beings today. This moment. It does not depend on how far we have fallen in our past, but rather how far we fall in love with God from this day onward.
We should never abandon prayer because we think it’s too demanding of God, too simple, or not enough. If we are to become like little children and go our Lord, it’s probably going to sound an awful lot like my preschooler