In some circles, I’ve noticed, people tend to give you strange looks when you mention that you’re not planning to watch the Super Bowl.
Posts Tagged With: The Jesuit Post
Today’s find: ‘Super Bowl L’ – for ‘Lost Interest’
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Tags: fish story, NFL, Super Bowl 50, Super Bowl L, The Jesuit Post
Today’s find: Paternidad*
Sometimes my son the Jesuit says things that I simply do not understand.
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Tags: Boanerges, Diocese of Phoenix, Gospel of Mark, Gospel of Matthew, mysoulmagnifies.com, The Jesuit Post, Zebedee
Sunday Snippets
You’re invited over to RAnn’s place for Sunday Snippets, a weekly gathering of Catholic bloggers. There are several regulars, but you’re never quite sure whom you’ll meet there…so you might want to check it out!
Today’s find: Encounter
The other day, our son Chris had dinner at a farmhouse located just outside of Cascavel, Brazil. His hosts – José and Gesmari Broca – speak Portuguese. Chris knows some Spanish, but English is definitely his go-to language. And even so, he reports, the encounter managed to bless everyone involved.
Experiencing hospitality, Brazilian style.
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Tags: ACTS Retreats, Brazil, Cascavel, Colossians, Marth and Mary, The Jesuit Post
Today’s find: Postcard from Rio
Our son Chris watched the sun set in Rio de Janeiro the other day.
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Tags: Brazil, Cristo Redentor, Rio de Janeiro, The Jesuit Post, World Youth Day
Today’s find: Choosing sides.
I’m always a little amazed when I meet a Cubs fan.
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Tags: Billy Goat Curse, Chicago Cubs, St. Louis Cardinals, The Jesuit Post, Wrigley Field
Today’s find: Real-time…and beyond.
It was the oddest thing yesterday afternoon, listening as my eldest son cheered Carlos Beltran’s RBI single in the fifth versus the Giants. We were watching the televised game ‘together’ on the phone* – me, in suburban St. Louis…Chris, half-a-continent away in Berkeley, just across the bay from San Francisco.
Suddenly, Chris interrupted an unrelated thought to yelp in delight at the run-scoring hit. Meanwhile, I’m sitting in front of my flat-screen, mystified…because in the picture I’m seeing at that moment, the hurler hadn’t even begun his wind-up.
With Us Still 