We are imperfect. We cannot expect perfect government. — William Howard Taft
Say a prayer for our elected officials (and those running for office) today.
imperfections
They say that nobody is perfect. Then they tell you practice makes perfect. I wish they’d make up their minds. — Wilt Chamberlain
FAST from judging other people’s imperfections today. PRAY that you can accept things you can’t change and change the things you can. GIVE $5 to…
My Halo’s Still Busted
Before coming to write at Busted Halo™ I was already a fan. At that time I was a high school theology teacher so I LOVED…
I’m alone, on my own and that’s all I know. I’ll be strong, I’ll be wrong, oh, but life goes on. — Taylor Swift, from “A Place in This World”
FAST from thinking your own worries and troubles are more important than those of others. PRAY to know God’s will. GIVE words of encouragement to…
What Works: Can You Turn the Other Cheek?
Acceptance is the answer to all my problems, because if I’m in acceptance, I have no problems. OK, that takes care of this column. See…
What the Hell is Purgatory?
“None of us are perfect but all of us are on a journey toward God” is one of the ways we use to explain what the name Busted Halo® means. Given our name it is no surprise that people often ask us:
“Since I’m not perfect, how can I get into heaven?”
Heaven is defined by the Catholic Church as “a perfect life with the Holy Trinity” and “ultimate end and fulfillment of our deepest human longings.”
But most of us feel we fall short of deserving to be in full union with God. While all of us sin, though, most of us don’t sin in such a grave way that we cut ourselves off completely from God. And even if we do commit grave sins, many of us seek reconciliation with God throughout our lives.
So, if heaven is this state of perfection… and one dies while being far from perfect… how can one enter heaven? The answer, Father James Martin, SJ, tells us, is purgatory. So just what the hell is purgatory?…
The Santa Sham
I’m nine years old and I hear the footsteps of my mother making her way through our “railroad” apartment to my bedroom where I’m diligently…
