I came across this nun’s blog (Monastics on a Journey) the other day and realized I’VE MET HER! She came to talk to my theology class when I was in high school and then again when we went on our senior year
recruiting trip visit to the local Order of Saint Benedict.
Two posts on other blogs that I read in the same hour the other day. They were eerily linked…
A piece by Charlotte Upah on The Practicing Catholic about her daughter’s vows of “in sickness and in health” on the day of her wedding (also one of the worst days of her flu). Her brand new husband hung out with her as she napped for an hour after the ceremony instead of taking a tour of the city with the bridal party.
A post by Homeboy McCoy, one of my personal favorites, about old tendencies in his new relationship as he studies to become a monk. He dips back into his history before the monastery and asks for your prayers. His closing comment is, ” I find solace knowing the ultimate vocation we are all called to is to get to Heaven. Beyond that, nothing matters.”
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The writing is brilliant, most of the time, and it creates a balance between creating a TV haven and breaking tough ground seldom (if ever) seen on TV in 2011. If you haven’t had the pleasure of watching Kevin Arnold awkwardly bounce his way around life before college, you’re missing out on rewinding time in your own mind.
The producers seemed to be aware that the cult show is in high demand because I just signed up to receive an email when they finally create a DVD set.
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One of them yawns so big, it looks like her face is half yawn. She looked like Emil Daddy! His yawns were epic.
The other twinzie squirmed and wormed in my arms as she was… relieving herself, crying the cutest little cry you’ve ever heard. It hit me: how can people seen these brand new bundles of life, with their curious, yet cloudy eyes, watch them take in the world and deny the existence of God?
It’s not simply chemical. You would have to invest a heck of a lot of faith to convince yourself of that when you see a brand new life in your arms. Jen Fulwiler has a brilliantly written post about this very phenomenon. She was freed by an exchange of eye contact with her first son.
- From Punk to Monk
- The Corner with a View
- Spiritual Workout Blog
- Vita Consecrata
- Not a minx, a moron, or a parasite
- Secret Vatican Spy
- The Practical Catholic
- Billy Atwell