… you can insult me till you’re blue in the face and I won’t delete it. I don’t care for comment moderation. You’re adults. And the only reason I don’t accept anonymous comments is because I like to inconvenience people and make them register. Not because I really care. I just thinks it’s funny, in my own weird way. You see, everyone has their quirks. Read more
… I had never been to a Lenten Penance Service before and I had no intention of starting now; however, I found myself in need of the sacrament so I went to a local parish and picked a line. Any line. There were so many to choose from. As I patiently waited my turn it dawned on me why there were so many lines and so many priests… because there was so much need. So many people in need of... Read more
… the one with all those vowels that completely and utterly ruined my plans to go to Rome last year; in case you need a refresher. Well, it would appear the Vatican is providing an opportunity to make it up to me. Saints be praised! The Pontifical Council for Social Communications is hosting a blognic, er I mean, a Vatican Meeting of Bloggers. They have 150 seats available. I must, do you hear me, must be in one of those... Read more
… to any priest out there reading this, who did not turn Laetare Sunday into a Breast Cancer Awareness campaign. Read more
… I am not ready for it. Read more
… every year it is the same thing. I never do Lent right. This year is no different, having neither given up vice or added virtue. In fact, until today, I had not seen the inside of a confessional since last August. Hopefully that doesn’t shock you all seeing as how the only thing I am good at giving up is pretense of piety. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate catechism in the form of arts & crafts?... Read more
… Isaak Levitan. Read more
… breaking news. Read more about Fr. Richtsteig’s new appointment. Read more
… you know it’s Lent when you have to wake up at 7am on your day off to take your son to his First Communion Retreat. Suffering from bronchitis and drugged on codeine laced cough syrup I’m being snatched from the comfort of my bed to, of all things, make felt banners. Mother flipping felt banners. Last time I checked Christ didn’t proclaim at the Last Supper “This is My Body, but first make felt banners!”. I’m pretty sure glue... Read more
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