O Come O Come Emmanuel . . .

O Come O Come Emmanuel . . .

I made my first Holy Communion during Advent 1974, and that was the processional song. It’s the first time I remember hearing it–at any rate it’s when I learned the words–and so hearing it this time of year has a little bit of extra...
They Come in Threes

They Come in Threes

Deaths, that is.  Maybe it’s just the constant desire to look for patterns and meanings, but I’ve found it to be true. I remember one day last summer on which I attended a memorial Mass in the morning, took a meal to a bereaved family that afternoon, and...
Evangelization

Evangelization

Marianne Worthington calls him “The Acts Man” in her beautiful poem.  (Stop.  Click the link.  Read the poem.  Come back.)  We called him the Bicycle Preacher.  I’ve recently been informed that his name was Mr. Wilson. Knoxville was his beat.  Some...
Dear Mom in the Pew

Dear Mom in the Pew

Dear Mom in the Pew in Front of Me, the One with the Rowdy Kids: No, I am not going to write about how much your kids disturb me during Mass.  I’m not going to suggest that you take them to the nursery (we don’t have one anyway!) or sit with them in the...
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