Front Row Joe
In our family, we attribute front row parking spaces to the intercession of St. Joseph, whether he likes it or not.
In our family, we attribute front row parking spaces to the intercession of St. Joseph, whether he likes it or not.
I’m one of THOSE people. I’ve been this way since adolescence for sure and probably even before then. A diary, a letter, an essay, or even an encyclopedia is preferable to me over most fiction.
Hey, how’s 2020 going? Have you had your fill of nog yet? Everything wrapped? Did anyone ruin Christmas yet?
Many years ago, when I was younger and a much less experienced gifting advisor to St. Nick, a rock tumbler appeared under our Christmas tree.
Whether your yard is marked with a sign for Biden or your car is marked with a sticker for Trump, your soul is indelibly marked for Jesus Christ.
Absolutely anywhere and in any era we have endeavored to present Jesus to the world, we have been killed for it. It is the stuff of historical record and the seedbed of the Church.
He was declining rapidly in health, mind and body. I planned to pick him up for a morning of errands and appointments. I saw his final cross tightly fastened to him as he shuffled from his house to my car with his off white shirt tucked into his dress pants. He wasn’t fit to drive … Read more
Rather than throwing stones at stone figures, I would hope that we have the capacity for the hard work of using those same stones to build more statues. Let’s tell more stories. Let’s balance the book of history with more, not less.
There are lots of reasons to hate Facebook and social media. I realize, as someone who co-founded an online Catholic lifestyle company which utilizes social media consistently, that sounds somewhat misplaced. But, it’s true.