I am a privately vowed man who follows the spirituality of Blessed Charles de Foucauld. I live on my own, in the world, in Biloxi, MS. My goal with this site is to provide resources and reflections for others.
God bless you, Matthew Manint


Mounting Print Icons to Wood

A few months back, I ordered a random set of icons during Legacy Icons’ moving sale ( A packet of unmounted icon prints came with the other icons. According to the site, they are the same quality prints that Legacy Icons uses, so I began researching how to mount them to wood. It was easier than I thought it would be, so I decided to share how to do it.


First, decide what type of backing you would like to use. Many icon producers use MDF (a type of dense particle board) because it is very uniform, smooth, and cuts easily. I decided to try some birch plywood, because I wanted to see the grain on the back of the icons.

Cut the wood to shape (I measured for 1/4″ of extra space on each side of the print. My neighbor has a router, so I decided to add some bevels on the edges. Sand everything.


Unlike MDF, plywood may have some imperfections. I found regular latex caulk to work well at filling them.



Next, paint the edges and border of the wood. I had a can of red paint that I also used to paint my “heart and cross” carved wood panel near my door, so I decided to use it on the icons.


Now comes the fun part – gluing the icon to the wood. I highly recommend Sennelier’s “Acrylique Lacquer” in a matte finish. I cut it with an equal part of water as it is quite thick, and just keep it in a covered jar. A little goes a very long way.

Coat the board’s top and sides with a good coat, and also coat the back of the icon print. On smaller prints, you may need to curl the side edges back so that they will lay flat. Then, place the icon on the board, trying to minimize any air bubbles.


I found a wallpaper seam roller works very well at pressing the edges of the print and working out any bubbles that may have formed. On one large print, I had to use a small syringe to inject some adhesive into a large bubble and then press it with a board overnight; it still turned out great.

Let the coat of lacquer dry for at least a few hours, and then add several more light coats. I normally apply 4 coats.


Finally, I make a note on the back with permanent marker, apply a coat of linseed oil to the wood, and add some “bumpers” and a saw tooth hanger.


While it is a fun project to mount your own icon prints, it would be very hard to beat the quality of Legacy Icons’ production icons. In addition, they offer many other categories of products (and they’re just very nice people.) Please look them up.




One-Page Catechism on Prayer Using Quotes from the Saints

For my parish’s men’s group this coming week, I will be giving a short presentation on prayer. I prepared a handout for them that is a brief Catechism on Prayer from the saints:

A Catechism on Prayer from the Saints

What is prayer?

“Prayer is the inner bath of love into which the soul plunges itself.” – St. Jean Marie Baptiste Vianney

“For me prayer is a surge of the heart, it is a simple look towards Heaven, it is a cry of recognition and of love, embracing both trial and joy.” – St. Therese of Lisieux

“Mental prayer is nothing else but being on terms of friendship with God, frequently conversing in secret with Him.” – St. Teresa of Avila

Is prayer necessary?

“Without prayer we have neither light nor strength to advance in the way which leads to God.” – St. Alphonsus Maria de Liguori

“It is simply impossible to lead, without the aid of prayer, a virtuous life.”
– St. John Chrysostom

“Let him never cease from prayer who has once begun it, be his life ever so wicked; for prayer is the way to amend it, and without prayer such amendment will be much more difficult.” – St. Teresa of Avila

How should we pray?

“Pray with great confidence, with confidence based upon the goodness and infinite generosity of God and upon the promises of Jesus Christ. God is a spring of living water which flows unceasingly into the hearts of those who pray.” – St. Louis de Montfort

“As far as possible, you should pray in quiet silent devotion. Try to have a favorite topic of prayer, such as a devotion to the passion of Jesus, the Blessed Sacrament, awareness of the divine presence: go directly to Jesus without too much fuss.” – St. Peter Julian Eymard

“Much more is accomplished by a single word of the Our Father said, now and then, from our heart, than by the whole prayer repeated many times in haste and without attention.” – St. Teresa of Avila

Final thoughts

“Pray, hope, and don’t worry.” – St. (Padre) Pio of Pietrelcino

“You cannot be half a saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all.” – St. Therese of Lisieux

A Reflection on Pilgrimage


I recently returned from a young adult pilgrimage to Italy with the Apostles of the Interior Life in celebration of the 25th anniversary of their founding in Rome (I was given a waiver since I’m no longer a young adult.) While I had lived in Italy for several months and had visited it a few other times, this pilgrimage was especially meaningful. Like Dante in the opening line of his great pilgrimage, the “Divine Comedy,” I found myself “midway upon the journey of (my) life,” having just turned 39.

After several days, I soon began to see that being immersed in the physical locations of pilgrimage, and even viewing the physical remains of the saints, brought home that they, just like me, had to choose the good each and every day, no matter what happened. And yet, the pilgrimage of life is not walked alone, for all of these saints are alive in the Body of Christ, offering support and encouragement.

Before speaking about this physicality, it’s important to know that in both Catholicism and Orthodoxy there is an ancient practice of displaying the bodies and bones of the saints for the purpose of veneration and remembrance. In the United States, largely formed by the philosophies and practices of post-Enlightenment Protestantism, this practice of veneration might seem strange. The purpose of this little essay is not so much to explain the reasons the ancient apostolic churches do this, but to reveal its effect on me in my pilgrimage. However, for those wanting to know more about the history of this veneration, especially in the very early Church, this link is quite good:

There is something to be said about walking in the footsteps of the saints, but it is something else entirely to see them face to face. The picture above was taken at The Hermitage of St. Catherine on Lake Maggiore in northern Italy. It was founded by a merchant named Alberto Besozzi of Arolo, who in the 12th century found himself in a violent storm while he was in a boat on Lake Maggiore. Seeing his situation was desperate, he vowed to God that, should he live, he would spend the rest of his life in solitude and prayer. His lifestyle soon attracted others, and a complex of buildings was built on the shore of the lake, including an atmospheric, frescoed church. Within that church, his body lies within a glass casket, dressed in the habit of a religious.

Standing before his remains, I looked upon the thin, desiccated lips that had, nearly 900 years ago, sputtered and gasped out his vow in the midst of the storm. His feet and his hands carried his work and his prayer in fidelity to his promise each day of his life. “He was a real man; he truly existed,” I thought. He had to face temptation and struggle, and he had to choose to be faithful to God every day.

This physicality of pilgrimage can reveal lessons and feed meditation in nearly every circumstance. On the last day of the group pilgrimage, I was able to help out by giving some commentary and history on such sights in Rome as the Coliseum, the Forum, and various churches. Standing near the Roman Forum, I said, “This is the very heart of ancient Rome. If we walked towards that arch you see, the Arch of Titus, you would find reliefs showing the Romans carrying away the riches of the Temple of Jerusalem after they sacked the city in AD 70. Their empire was the most powerful in the known world, powerful enough to spare the time, money, and men to utterly crush the last remnants of the Jewish rebellion at Masada. At the time, it was inconceivable that anything would bring the Roman Empire to its knees. And what do you see now?”

“Nothing…ruins,” they answered.

In my last 2 days of solo pilgrimage in Rome, I meditated on how soon earthly nations and empires crumble and that even the most powerful men fade into the past. Walking rather aimlessly towards the Tiber River, I happened to go into St. Agnes’s Church at Piazza Navona. The piazza is built on the former Stadium of Domitian, which was used for such events as footraces and gladiatorial combats. It was a smaller stadium, and seated perhaps 15,000 to 20,000 spectators. The arcades around the stadium were often used as brothels, and it was to one of these that the young St. Agnes was condemned in the reign of Diocletian for being a Christian. Preserved by God from being raped at the brothel, the exasperated Romans finally killed her by the sword.

I walked into her church and went into a side chapel. There, I was stunned to see the small, delicate skull of a girl of perhaps 12 years of age – St. Agnes. Her skull rested in a rectangular silver reliquary. At the center was a wreath of green enamel that recalled the evergreen wreaths that were often laid at the graves of virgin martyrs in the early Church. The wreath framed the clear, circular portal through which her little skull could be seen.

It was a moment of such tenderness, intimacy, and beauty. Her life and witness seemed to echo there with her mortal remains. This pure, brave girl, condemned by Rome to be murdered in obscurity before her life had even bloomed, was still alive, still known. Even though she died over 1,700 years ago, she was alive in the same Body of Christ as myself, and there did not seem to be any barrier of time or death to keep us from each other. In the presence of this “dead bone,” there was a torrent of life that would never fade into a lifeless, forgotten past.

Seeing this skull of a mere child who gave her life because of her faith, I meditated on the contrast of Agnes and the Empire that murdered her in the days that followed. When I was speaking to the pilgrims at the Forum, I said, “Yes, only the ruins of the Roman Empire remain. And yet, look at what is still alive and here today—the Church and the witness of the saints. This mighty empire, like all others, did not last. But Christ remains.”

The saints, even those who perished over a millennia ago, have a freshness, a newness that transcends the dust of the years to inspire us to imitation. It is this newness that I experienced in the ability of St. Agnes to transfix my heart and speak across the centuries, seeming to say, “You can do this! I will pray for you and walk with you the rest of your pilgrimage.”



C.S.-Lewist-Forgiveness-482x600(The following is a brief meditation that I gave for a parish mission in May 2015 at Navarre, Florida. The mission was led by the Apostles of the Interior Life.)

“Now the serpent was more subtle than any other wild creature that the Lord God had made. He said to the woman, “Did God say, ‘You shall not eat of any tree of the garden’?” And the woman said to the serpent, “We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden; but God said, ‘You shall not eat of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, neither shall you touch it, lest you die.’” But the serpent said to the woman, “You will not die. For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was to be desired to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate; and she also gave some to her husband, and he ate. Then the eyes of both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together and made themselves aprons.
And they heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and the man and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God among the trees of the garden.” (Genesis 3:1-8)

In this brief reading from Genesis, we can see the entire arc of sin and its effects. We, like Adam and Eve, are tempted to do something that God forbids, hoping that it will bring us happiness. And what happens as soon as the sin is committed? We are ashamed, and we want to hide from God. Continue reading

Another Visit to Beulah Cemetery

A line of little metal grave markers, none of which had any identifying information intact.

A line of little metal grave markers, none of which had any identifying information intact.

On March 7, I was again in Vicksburg and had a chance to go to Beulah Cemetery, the burial place of Claude Newman and so many others. I had been emailing a woman who is helping to oversee the cemetery. Her own grandparents are buried there, but she does not know where their graves are located. I had also called various funeral homes to see if I could locate the one given in Claude’s obituary: “People’s Undertaking Company of Jackson.” I finally contacted that particular funeral home, but they said that funeral homes do not keep records of burial locations. I also attempted to find out if there were others who were volunteering to locate graves and do cleanup, but didn’t make much headway.

I stopped by Walmart and bought a “grabber” and some trash bags to do some cleanup while I was visiting. The cemetery had remarkably little trash to gather, perhaps because the entrance is cordoned off to vehicles. In fact, I had to put a note on my windshield saying I was a volunteer doing cleanup, as there were “no parking” signs in the only area open for parking. It seems the dead at Beulah don’t get many visitors.

I came to the conclusion that Claude is most likely buried in an out of the way place that is not marked. If so many people who were not executed criminals don’t have headstones or markers, it’s difficult to believe that Claude would be an exception. Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace.


Grave with a broken statue.

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Like a Dove in the Cleft of the Rock


My second book is finished – the PDF is free!

I’ve finally completed a book that is based on a retreat that I preached for the Apostles of the Interior Life in 2013. The book is about the climb of holiness viewed through the lens of the Song of Songs and the life of St. Mary Magdalene.

You can order a paperback or hardback (or Kindle for $0.99!) copy here:

Or, if you’d like to read it for free as a PDF file, just click here: