… I think I liked it better when Jesus just let the bear eat you. Read more
… I think I liked it better when Jesus just let the bear eat you. Read more
… overheard at mass yesterday; an empty threat from an exasperated mom to her obnoxious pre-teen daughter… “If you can’t behave and follow along I am going to make you come back tonight and sit through mass again!” I don’t think it ever would have occurred to me to turn the most holy sacrifice of the mass into a form of corporal punishment. sadness. Read more
Help me get here. Read more
… when asked why I want to be a nurse. Read more
… to all the brave and patient men who have ever tried to date me. Read more
… which makes me think of my favorite Servite… Ex-jazz musician Boyce Brown, later known as Brother Matthew in the Servite Father Order, playing the saxophone c. 1956. Read more
… New Oxford Review. I wonder how exactly this news source uplifts the Church. All it elicits from me is a depressive state, being reminded on a daily basis of all our scandals. I have to wonder about other bloggers who expend a great deal of effort regurgitating these very same stories. What do you suppose they expect to accomplish? Read more
… I am going to Malta for the Papal visit this April. I have saved the airfare, all I lack is the cost for accommodations. At one time I was discussing with a fellow blogger and priest the idea of a pilgrimage to Italy. Ideally, this group rate would keep costs down. I am still open to the idea. I will be in Malta April 12th – 19th. I am considering staying an additional week in Italy. Anyone else out... Read more
… dinner table conversations with my son. The Boy: Mom, can I have a gun?Me: No.The Boy: Can I have a rifle?Me: NoThe Boy: A pistol?Me: NoThe Boy: A revolver?Me: No.The Boy: A BB gun then?Me: Um…. No. The Boy: Can I have a knife?Me: Again, No. The Boy: Not even a little pocket knife?Me: No!The Boy: Fine! Can I have a lighter?Me: Good grief child! No.The Boy: You never let me have any fun! Read more
… when you are still thinking about it several days after the fact. You know the ones; they prick your conscience. Homilies about being called to holiness are the ones that follow me home and make me start reading books like The Imitation of Christ again. They remind me that in the dizzying distractions of work, school, son and personal life there needs to be a foundational core; Christ. I caught myself complaining again. Complaining about my job, the endless... Read more