I’m a craftsman. Yarn is my medium, and hooks and needles are my tools. I don’t call myself a crafter, because to me that implies too much of the arts and crafts of summer camp and too little of the skill required to do what I do. I won’t go so far as to say that I’m a good craftsman; far from it. I consider myself to be more on the level of apprentice. My...
Vatican Radio has a summary and quotes from Pope Francis’ homily at Mass Thursday, which focused on praying the Our Father:
To whom do I pray? To the Almighty God? He is too far off. Ah, I can’t hear Him. Neither did Jesus. To whom do I pray? To a cosmic God? That’s quite normal these days, is it not? … praying to the cosmic God, right? This polytheistic model that comes from a...
“Why do we have to say the Rosary every night?” Imagine this being said in the whiniest of five year old boys whines.
Now, imagine it being repeated, every night, for about five minutes before the Rosary. It’s enough to drive me crazy.
It doesn’t matter when we start, whether or not the kids have had a long day or are well rested, sick or well. This little boy just...
As I sat in the pew, watching my son climb the steps into the Sanctuary to receive his First Holy Communion alongside his cousin, I prayed a prayer I’m sure parents the world over have prayed at every single First Holy Communion ever: “Dear God, please don’t let him drop the Host.” Repeated, over and over, in my mind until it was done and he was back in the pew beside...
I remarked to my sister-in-law, Katie, the other day how being a stay-at-home dad has its good moments, but that discipline is one of the most difficult concepts around which to wrap my brain. I feel I can never strike the perfect balance between too harsh or too mellow. One thing you never want to do is harsh the mellow.
In our discussion, I explained how my daughter doesn’t listen or...