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Lizz Carroll :
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Lizz Carroll writes from New York City.
December 4th, 2003
Celebrating the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe, December 12
It was just a regular day in the desert outside of Mexico City in 1531 when Aztec Indian Juan Diego heard a woman’s voice call out to him. Entranced, he followed the sweet sound to a hill called Tepeyac where he found the beautiful, glowing apparition of a woman wearing a rose-colored gown and a star-spangled blue satin cloak. In Juan Diego’s native language of Nahuatl, she told him that she was the Virgin Mary. She also asked him for his help: she needed Juan Diego to go to the bishop, Juan de Zumarriga, to ask for a temple to be built in the place where she appeared in order for her message of love to be known to many. So, with doubt in his heart, the humble man set off to visit the bishop. After a long wait, Juan Diego…
November 18th, 2003
Joan of Arcadia Brings Divine Sneakiness (and Teenage Angst) to CBS
We’ve been Touched by an Angel and even walked the Highway to Heaven. Yes, folks, divine intervention has found its way into prime time television in the past, but hold on to your haloes, the newest addition to spiritual programming does more than send winged friends to earth. The Big Cheese Himself—or in some cases, Herself—steps into the spotlight in CBS’s new Friday night show Joan of Arcadia (8 p.m. ET/PT, premiered Sept. 26). Wait, before you picture a glowing light or a grandfatherly-looking dude with a booming voice, prepare to be surprised. God’s kinda…hot?Joan Girardi, our protagonist, has recently moved to the town of Arcadia with her family. While not drama-free, the Girardis…
April 10th, 2003
We Shared More Than Just a Hometown
Waiting (once again) on the primitive printer in our office, I stared out into space and thought idly about what I was going to eat for lunch. Times Square doesn’t offer much in the means of good food, so I wasn’t off in hungry never-never land for very long. When I snapped out of it, an unfamiliar face was walking towards me. I work in a very small office where everyone knows one another, so this was an event. I didn’t know this mystery woman, but something about her seemed so familiar. As she got closer I realized that she looked a lot like this timid Colombian girl I knew in college. Hmm, I wonder… Mystery womanShe smiled sheepishly as she approached and made to walk on past. I stopped her, “Excuse…
December 9th, 2002
Old Holiday Cartoon Specials and Materialist Madness
I will be the first to admit that when it comes to Christmas, I am one big, wishy-washy mess. Christmas, to me, is what Disney World is to some other adults—a time and place where I become a kid again. In that spirit, I celebrate as if I were still running around in my pajamas with the feet and licking the 22-cent stamp for my letter to Santa. As part of the return-to-my-childhood Yuletide traditions, I like to throw on some flannel pajamas, make some hot cocoa, and dig out the old videotape of Christmas cartoons that has collected a little dust during the past year. This year, as I curled up and warmed my hands on my reindeer mug, I had a new thought: What lessons are taught in these cartoons? Will I want my kids to watch them?…
December 6th, 2002
Love As Speed Bump on the Road of Faith
Phew. What a relief—at 24, I finally had it all figured out. I mean, how difficult could this whole religion and God thing be? Well, it turns out that I had a lot more to learn. As this crazy year starts to come to an end, I look back at where my faith journey has taken me and let me tell you, it’s quite the roller coaster. It was a ride that I would gladly take again though. Spiritually out of whack I had come to the realization that I was not happy with my relationship with God or my relationship with the Catholic Church. But instead of pushing it away, I decided to dive in headfirst. In order to fix it, I knew that I had to pinpoint exactly what was leaving me feeling dissatisfied. Well, the first thing that I recognized was…
May 18th, 2002
I still have the family tree that I made for a sixth-grade social studies class. The last time that I saw it was when my family moved to a new house 2 years ago. I was helping my parents with the daunting task of packing up all of the endless knick-knacks that had accumulated over 12 years. Behind a shelf in my old room, I found the treasured project on which I had worked so hard. My poor family tree was all tattered and a bit faded, but it still made me smile. I recall bursting with pride when I had finished that poster. Actually, my tree wasn’t really a “tree” at all. I wanted to be different, so I had made my family’s history fit inside the image of a large hot air balloon. The title of the tree was ”…
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