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By: Moises Sandoval (CNS)
Originally Appeared in : 9811-5/24/18

I grew up during the Great Depression of the 1930s in a home without electricity, radio, TV, any kind of telephone, much less a smart one. We received no newspapers, magazines or even what today we call junk mail. We had only a handful of books.

 

Lacking a car or truck, we could not even get to church on a regular basis, though it was just seven miles away. We lived in an insular world of small farms in the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains.

 

By: Rachel Swenson Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9811-5/24/18

Our son Charlie is graduating high school in a few days and we are in the throes of college decisions. While many high school seniors have likely known for months what their freshman year will look like, we are dealing with a young man who tends to figure things out a little closer to the deadline.

 

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9811-5/24/18

The kids’ Lego TV show had concluded, signaling their bedtime was around the corner and, seizing my moment, I grabbed the remote and switched over to the NBA playoff matchup about to tip off.

 

By: Moises Sandoval (CNS)
Originally Appeared in : 9811-5/24/18

Yo me crie durante la Gran Depresión de los 1930 en un hogar sin electricidad, sin alcantarillado, sin radio, televisión, sin ningún tipo de teléfono, menos un celular. No recibíamos periódicos, ni revistas ni lo que hoy llamamos correo basura. Teníamos sólo unos pocos libros.

 

No teníamos camión o auto, entonces no podíamos asistir a la Misa regularmente, aunque la iglesia estaba apenas a siete millas de nuestra casa. Vivíamos en un mundo insular de pequeñas fincas en los estribos de la cordillera Sangre de Cristo.

 

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9810-5/10/18

On Pentecost Sunday nine years ago, I saw thousands of beautiful red rose petals gently fall from the enormous oculus of the Roman Pantheon. A group of fire fighters scaled the oldest building in the world still in regular use, and made these petals fall down as a gentle rain over the faithful after the final blessing of Mass. It was appropriate for fire fighters to do this: Pentecost is their feast day.

 

By: Rachel Swenson Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9810-5/10/18

The last 10 searches on my computer reveal the state of my life. Hairstyles for first communion. Vintage first communion veils. College acceptance: How long until I find out? When is FAFSA due? And also several articles about the pay gap for a paper one of my high schoolers is working on.

 

Life is moving at the speed of light right now, and most of it is good and wonderful.

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9810-5/10/18

If you had happened upon my grandparent’s home in Mineral Wells, Texas on any Saturday some five decades ago, you would have found my aunts and uncles on their knees with scrub brushes washing the kitchen floors clean.

 

“We may not live in a fancy home,” my grandma Olga would say, “but the pope himself should be able to eat off these floors.”

 

By: Padre Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9810-5/10/18

En el día de Pentecostés hace nueve años vi miles de pétalos de rosa descender gradualmente desde el enorme óculo del Panteón de Roma. Bomberos escalaron este edificio, el más antiguo del mundo aún en uso, y dejaron caer miles de pétalos rojos como una lluvia ligera sobre los fieles reunidos después de la Misa. Fue apropiado que los bomberos hagan esto, pues Pentecostés es su fiesta patronal.

 

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9809-4/26/18

The latest document written by Pope Francis describes a century-old path walked by countless of faithful Christians before us: the path of holiness. He begins the Apostolic Exhortation quoting the Beatitudes which give the document its name, “Gaudete et Exultate – Rejoice and be glad.” In them, he argues, you find what constitutes holiness. “The Beatitudes are like a Christian’s identity card,” he writes. These challenging and direct instructions from Jesus describe what it means to be a faithful Christian.

 

By: Rachel Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9806-4/26/18

The week before any major holiday or event is always crazy. Moms everywhere know this. No matter how hard we try to make things peaceful and simple, the truth is family life requires our time and attention, our willingness and desire to just get the job done.

 

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