Category: Manners

My Son, The Gorilla

My Dad was no philosopher; he couldn’t explain to me what happened, or how he did it. Like the cowboy stars of old, he could only show, not tell. But I’m glad I eventually figured it out for myself, although it took me a long time. I should have know those father-son antics on the golf course had deeper soundings.

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Let’s Stop Sneering at the “Christmas and Easter Catholics”

I’m actually someone who misses all those Christmas-and-Easter Catholics on the 50 other Sundays. Their spots in the pews are lonely when vacant. No matter what the ages are of those people who could fill those places, we miss them in our worship. We miss their voices and prayers, their spirit and their needs.

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