Bishop Earl Fernandes broke out a 200 year-old set of vestments out of the Columbus Museum for Catholic Art and History for the opening mass of SEEK 26.
Fr. Yusuf Asad IVE, who has been in Holy Family Church for the last two years, must now leave to a new assignment elsewhere as Israeli authorities have not renewed his visa
When the Twin Towers came down, Mother Angelica was sick and gave her show by audio. A caller asked about 9/11 and she told him this was a sign to go to confession. I did and my coming back to the Sacramental life has been tied to the truth of 9/11 ever since.
Hail Holy Queen Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy, our life, our sweetness, and our hope. To you we cry, poor banished children of Eve, to you we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears. Turn then, most gracious advocate, your eyes of mercy toward us. And after this our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of your womb, Jesus. O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary.
People should not be so happy about those 31 states "saying" they will stop it. The Gov of Florida promised he would put an end to it but..... It's only gotten a lot worse since he made that speech and how he will put an end to it. They are rushing now to finish the job. Not to stop it. People need to wake up and realize none of them want help us. It's all a game they play with us.
Bravo, bravo, bravo - chemtrails are no longer just a conspiracy theory. Censorship is really bad ; I couldn't send you the link. Go to US Court Decides Falsifying News Is Not Against … presidential candidate...
Because she understood: everything she has today grew out of those garden beds. “But you’re only talking about material things,” she objected softly. “There’s also spirituality, trust, love…” “It’s easy to talk about spirituality when your fridge is full,” I replied. “It’s much harder when it’s empty. Your mother gave you everything she could. And it worked—you now have choices. How to live. What to believe in. And now—it’s your turn.”
— “My mom is living her life all wrong. I really want to help her…” — “Help her how, exactly?” — “Teach her how to live the right way.” — “And you?” — “What about me?” — “Are you living the right way?” — “Why are we talking about me? I’m talking about my mom!” That’s how this story began—an ordinary one, yet deeply revealing. Sitting across from me was a young, beautiful woman in a bright dress, wrists full of shiny bracelets. Confident. Modern. Put together. Her mother, she said, lived “the wrong way.” Because despite having an apartment and even a voucher for a wellness resort, she stubbornly refused to relax. Instead, she wanted her garden, her vegetable beds, her potatoes. “I’ve told her a hundred times—just buy the potatoes, I’ll pay!” the daughter complained. “All she and her friends talk about are their grandkids.” “And what do you think they should be talking about?” I asked. “Spiritual growth,” she said without hesitation. “And you?” I smiled. “Me again?” …More