My feeble brain had a tough time processing what I saw this morning when I strolled into the commons of the local middle school: Chairs, chairs, everywhere – some already in tidy rows; others stacked, pending placement. All of them, awaiting the crowds on Christmas Eve.
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It occurs to me that faucet repairs, like salvation history, tend to require a lot of manpower.
At least, that’s the legacy I seem to have received from my father.
Something tells me Flannery O’Connor would have registered a complaint, had she been with us at Mass today (just as she might have a couple of years ago, when I originally floated this post).
Well, at least one-in-five of us left happy. That would be my cousin’s son, Lucas, who watched his SIU Salukis put a whuppin’ on our SLU Billikens in Carbondale the other night.
A beautiful sight—to gaze upon Midtown St. Louis, all aglow with expectation in the early hours of a December evening.
Just before dawn this morning, I heard a prayer that took my breath away.
After spending a little time in the backyard with our grandson the other day, I’m thinking about giving him a new nickname: “Earnest”. (Ernie, for short).
At 15 months old, he’s turning out to be quite the hard worker—perhaps more diligent than his Gramps will ever be!
As one liturgical year ends and another begins, the Lectionary seems to strike a redundant note.