Inspiration and spiritual challenges every day! “Princess Leia and Her Rebel Wreath” image courtesy of Clinton Lugert of THEY-design.com.
Disney and Marvel’s Big Hero 6… lives up to its pedigree on both sides — it delivers
It’s easy to get caught up in the preparation for Thanksgiving dinner, but let’s not forget the spiritual side to this important day for giving thanks. This year, add prayer to your Thanksgiving prep routine…
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Matt Weber seeks the sacred and the spiritual in his 20s and beyond.
The Feast of St. Francis is October 4.
Use these suggestions to help you celebrate the feast day well.
•”Statue of St. Francis placed in a nook in an energy-efficient straw-bale house built by a Catholic religious, the Sisters of St. Francis of Tiffin” (Photo courtesy of Catholic News Service / Chaz Muth)
•”Nativity Scene” (Photo courtesy of Catholic News Service / Sam Lucero, The Compass)
With the football season kicking off, baseball playoffs about to heat up, and competitive billiards ubiquitously enthralling all those watching ESPN 7 — allow me to provide some helpful tips on how to not be an obnoxious fan.
Next up: “Ways to Celebrate the Feast of St. Francis to Make Pope Francis Proud”
•Football (soccer) supporter. Photo by Jamain. This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0
It’s the end of summer and you know what that means…REGRET! To many, all the dreams and plans of your “EPIC SUMMER 2014” are now being inventoried, and you’re realizing that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t get to do everything you wanted to do. Fear not. No need for regret. The summer can still be salvaged. Not just on a hope and a prayer, but there’s a real science to efficient summer bucketlisting* (*Not an officially recognized gerund).
Friday 4:27 p.m. — Take…
The weather’s great. The sun is calling. So, get moving and enjoy what’s left of summer with these tips for praying outdoors. Do you have advice for taking your prayer life into the open air? Share it in the comments section below.
Photo Credit: The Naked Cowboy in Times Square, August, 2006. Photo by Ryan McGinnis. This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license.…
Experiencing how good ham can be when it’s not just simply combined with cheese and white bread. #pigUPGRADE
Sad, non-dyed (or boiled) eggs sulking in the fridge. #sadEGG
Easter Island confusion! #IslandLiving
Scary, edible bunnies that terrify children. #ChocolateGuillotine
Scary, non-edible bunnies that terrify children. #BunnyNightmare
Age old debate: Game of Thrones or The Ten Commandments? #MosesLannister #beards
Countless Facebook photos of your friends’…
This is not a myth. My story is not legend. In fact, it is a cold hard fact that is backed up with unassailable proof in the form of a YouTube video. What I am about to share may shock you — in fact, some may think this story living proof of the dogged spirit of St. Patrick alive and well in Celtic New England. Before I get ahead of myself and explain exactly what happened, let’s first review our St. Patrick history.
We all know St. Patrick was from Ireland. He was a bishop, carried …
Who has a Catholic cramp? Maybe a dogmatic double chin? What is the equivalent of spiritual flab? Right now, I am in the midst of some holy heaving, pious panting, and am in great need of a soulful sit-up.
If there were a spiritual Olympics, I am not even sure if I would qualify as an athlete. There is no medal or podium in my near future, as my soul is very much out of shape. (Quick note: to my mother who is almost undoubtedly reading this and now wondering/worried if I have lost my faith or…
Writing as a 29-year-old adult with a full-time job, I am pleased to no longer be in school. I’ve put in my time (22 consecutive years of class), played the degree game and am happily out of it unscathed. While there is much I do miss about returning to school, I am comfortably enjoying the fruits of my labor. Tonight, I write in a carefree manner, watching my beloved Red Sox and eating Ruffles potato chips. I have no homework and fear not midterms, finals, or font size on long papers.…
There is a certain sadness in the air.
The typical euphoria of Patriot’s Day in Boston seemed to have dissolved into the crisp afternoon air and cheers turned into cries and suddenly running 26.2 miles meant everything and nothing. Fifteen years ago I jogged the final five miles of the Boston Marathon with my parish pastor cheering him as he cramped up and supporting him with throngs of well wishers on the sidewalks. Trotting down the home stretch on Boylston Street is collective…
It’s the best time of the year — no, I’m not referring to springtime or Easter Season, but perhaps a time even (blasphemously) better and more anticipated in my opinion: BASEBALL SEASON!
Regardless of Punxsutawney Phil and his fickle foreshadowing, baseball is now upon us and a ripe new schedule of pregnant anticipation is born unto us the faithful fans. Each year, it is a goal of mine to attend at least two to three games. Not just to watch them on TV or check the scores …
I was sitting on a train heading to New York City as the sun gently rose on an eager Boston morning. My eyelids were drooping, yawns were frequent, yet I was happy as a clam; reading my book in the quiet car, excited for three and a half hours of peace. A few minutes into the trip, we made our first stop and a nice woman sat next to me. I describe her as “nice” for a few reasons: 1) she smiles and nods as she asks to sit next to me; and 2) she is wearing a hat. I have found in life that a …