I spent an hour on the phone with the bank today trying to figure out why my daughter couldn’t log into her new bank account. Everyone else’s online access was working fine, including my ability to see into her (joint) account from my own ID. The tech guy finally suggests we try logging in using … Continue reading Passwords that End in Question MarksPlease visit Riparians at the Gate + Jennifer Fitz to read the full post.
Need an uplifting story for your Monday? Check out this video of a former football player who, upon finishing her career in Detroit, is about to profess her final vows, becoming a Franciscan Sister. That’s not a typo. She really … Continue reading →Please visit A Catholic Misfit to read the full post.
If you did go back to the place you left not long ago, you’d be welcomed with open arms, warms smiles, and the dangling smells of youth. In some ways, it would be as if you never left, never gathered up your books and your hairbraids and your dreams as you closed the door behind you.
But you and I both know that memories are but wisps and not monuments. They linger sweetly for a few moments before quickly turning rancid and limp from the warmth of your desire to return.
So turn, now, to your strong and vigorous youth
I had a lovely break from my solitude today, for Marc came to visit, and he brought Amelie with him! It was but the briefest of visits—should the Provençese return to Bois-de-Bas they must find Amelie present there, or they will never believe I have run. I quite scolded Marc for his recklessness, smiling all the while. He merely laughed at me. But Amelie and our child-to-be are quite well, and it did my heart good to see them.
They came immediately after divine worship, bringing with them some fresh food (eggs, a jug of milk, and a small cake, for Sonnedi), assured me that I was not forgotten, and then vanished again, having helped me eat the cake
This verse from Ezekiel is one of my favorites. On the 11th Sunday of Ordinary Time I was reminded of how differently I reflect upon God’s word as I’ve matured.
God will prune the tenderest part of who I’ve become as I’ve aged—that piece that grew closest to Him and furthest from man—and nurture the cutting. Though I am no longer strong (only slightly withered in my mind!) there is still the chance, with His attentive care, to be fruitful and offer comfort.
Thus says the Lord GOD:
I, too, will take from the crest of the cedar,
from its topmost branches tear off a tender shoot,
and plant it on a high and lofty mountain;
on the mountain heights of Israel I will plant it
Chalk this up as another Great Moment in Religious Reporting. Newsweek (they’re still in business?) ran a story covering the USCCB Spring Meeting, during which Bishop Weisenburger of Arizona suggested that Catholics who assist in the Trump’s administration immigration policy … Continue reading →Please visit A Catholic Misfit to read the full post.
Our heart can be as uplifted by its inherent mystery as our head is sometimes burdened by its own deluded clarity. Although we daily presume to measure our steps, the eternal truth is that those very steps were long ago measured out to us.
And while we are, at once, simple and practical and earthy creatures, we remain wholly ephemeral in our ultimate bearing. Even with one foot standing firmly on solid ground, both eyes are forever dancing upwards in an endless quest for quiet affirmation – or even just some small advance on an otherwise far removed engagement.
It’s time that we recognize one basic truth: yes, each day finds us surrounded by life forces that have been mangled and sliced open by certain death
Bishop Proposes ‘Canonical Penalties’ for Catholics Who Remove Kids from Parents for Children’s Liturgy
[ACMPress] – FT LAUDERDALE, FL – An unidentified US bishop suggested that penalties be put in place for Catholics who help carry out any parish’s Worship Committee policy of separating families during Mass, when children are removed from the congregation … Continue reading →Please visit A Catholic Misfit to read the full post.