I cannot say that it has worsened with the advent of cell phones, because I previously hadn’t paid it much heed, but in recent years I’ve become much more aware of a general sense of distraction during the sign of peace at Mass.
My daughter was born at Darnell Army Hospital in Ft. Hood, TX in 2002. My husband, on a month-long temporary assignment, came home the day before she was born.
Roaches are just the worst. They’re too big for the vacuum, and none of us are brave enough to kill it. The conundrum: we can’t kill it and we can’t let it live.
He looked at me warmly and said, “Do not name it. We’re not keeping it.” I responded, “We’re going to have a baby and nine puppies!”
“No one should have to do this alone, and I’m not going to let you,” I was told as I was handed my favorite smoothie.
There was a ton of…..religion going on. I found myself fascinated by this, as the importance of religious practice is not emphasized in my experience of most Protestant faith groups.
On May 7, 2019–a short two weeks ago–another school shooting hit very close to home for one in our Bellator Society family. Her words of refection are raw and true. We thank Liz Banko for sharing the light in this darkness.
I racked my brain on how to approach the subject in a way that would be impactful, but not frightening. Like in so many situations in my life, the Holy Spirit took over.
What kind of person would have the courage to argue with Billy the Kid not to scalp four doctors’ heads?
Now I see that maybe the age old aphorism we heard on repeat as children “it’s better to give than to receive” may not be true.