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Let Every Heart Prepare Him Room

I have a very special memory of something that happened to me as a little child.  On Christmas Eve, Mom brought down from the attic the banged-up, musty, ancient cardboard box. Inside were all the Christmas ornaments and decorations. Each had been lovingly, tenderly wrapped in tissue paper and placed in the carton the year before just as they had been placed there the year before that and the year before that. Out of this moldering treasure chest I plucked out an equally ancient music box that was shaped like a church. It was white …

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Immersed in the Story

Some people can work numbers in their heads faster than I can begin counting on my fingers and toes. Some are gifted with the ability to make everyone feel like they are the most important person in the world. Others can size up a situation in no time flat and succinctly offer a reasoned solution. Me? From an early age, I knew that there was a mystery at play in the world that many others couldn’t see. I was, and am, drawn to the ancient stories—the beginnings of the world, the Quest, and self-sacrifice. I …

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Lessons from My Father

Second only to each of the births of his seven children, there was no day more anticipated by my father than the first day of fishing season. And, while, on any given pre-dawn Sunday, you’d find my dad fishing, anywhere, anytime, for any type of fish, his preference was fly fishing. Now, apparently, fly fishing isn’t like any other kind of fishing. Unfortunately, I can’t exactly appreciate the intricacies—it was the old “girl + bait = ewwwwwww” thing, but those who do, will pardon my feeble attempt here to make the most of the metaphor. …

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Good Friday of the Passion of the Lord

Sacrifice. Loss. Mourning. Silence. Worship. When we first enter the church on Good Friday, we are immediately confronted with barrenness. The sanctuary is stripped of all ornamentation—no flowers, candles or altar linens. Some churches also cover up all the statues and icons with a purple veil. We are left with feelings of loss and deep sorrow. Good Friday commemorates the anniversary of Christ’s crucifixion and death. For Catholics, Good Friday is not just an historical event, but the sacrificial death of Christ which, with the resurrection, comprises the heart of what it means to be …

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I Hate My Feet

I hate my feet. They are probably the most unattractive part of my body. My toes are all misshapen—some from being broken, some from too-tight shoes. And they’re big. I mean BIG. Gunboats.  There’s something about my feet that just makes me cringe. I don’t like to show them off (unless they’re in a particularly cute pair of shoes). No matter how much money I spend on pedicures, I will never have dainty little glass slipper-worthy feet. So you can imagine how much courage it takes for me to go to Mass on Holy Thursday. …

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