
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.
Hey, how’s 2020 going? Have you had your fill of nog yet? Everything wrapped? Did anyone ruin Christmas yet?
That can of cranberry jelly symbolizes a dependence on one another, each in our own turn.
Why do chords of constraint seem to be struck when family is gathered together? In these instances, I remind myself to Be the Christ not the Crowd.
I remember one particular Christmas when at the tender age of 12, my aging grandmother presented me a gift.
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.
Lucy’s Latin name Lucia shares a root (luc-) with the Latin word for light, lux. Many traditions tell of Saint Lucy as the bearer of light in the darkness.
This morning, our tree lights went out. I checked each strand. I even double checked them in different outlets. No luck.
Pause for a minute to think about your traditions. What are your family traditions?
We’ve all experienced the fear of making the wrong decision.