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By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9824-11/22/18
I recently visited two of the seminaries where our men from the Diocese of Savannah are studying to be our future priests. As the Vocation Director, I have a privileged view of the good that is happening in the seminaries, giving me much encouragement and hope for the future.
 
By: Rachel Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9824-11/22/18
The president of France, Emanuel Macron, really stirred the pot a few weeks ago when he was speaking to a group at a Gates Foundation event in New York.
 
“I always say,” Macron said, “‘Present me the woman who decided, being perfectly educated, to have seven, eight or nine children.'” 
 
By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9824-11/22/18
Whether you want to use Ecclesiastes 3, or The Byrds, there is a season for all things, and in the simplest of terms that means: We all “turn” into our parents. That thought passed through my mind as I walked up to every caretaker at our All Saints Trunk or Treat and said, “You know, when I was growing up we only got one piece of candy per house.”
 
By: Padre Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9824-11/22/18
Hace poco visité dos de los seminarios donde estudian nuestros seminaristas de la Diócesis de Savannah para ser nuestros futuros sacerdotes. Como Director Vocacional tengo una perspectiva privilegiada de las cosas buenas que están ocurriendo en los seminarios, lo cual me llena de gran esperanza para el futuro. 
 
By: Rachel Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9823-11/8/18

My phone camera is filled with screenshots of beautiful table settings, ideas for perfect centerpieces and stacks of just-right china and silver. I have a plan for the perfect Thanksgiving tablescape: I just can’t execute it.

 

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9823-11/8/18

My eyes went left and right in search of a black-suited man with Band-Aids on his face as the service center lady said, “You need a new motor.”

 

“A new what?” was the only reply I could muster, still intently focused on locating "Mayhem" somewhere in our vicinity. Magan was left shaking her head saying, “What?” in hopes of luring me away from the phone long enough to share the news.

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9823-11/8/18

While I was in college there was a blind student one year below me. I never had a class with him, and only spoke with him once, but everyone on campus knew him. He was part of the chapel’s music ministry, having to memorize the words and notes of every song they prepared for Mass. He walked around campus with great ease using one of those distinctive white canes used by the blind.

 

By: Moisés Sandoval (CNS)
Originally Appeared in : 9823-11/8/18

Recently I was on the web trying to reserve a Yellow Cab to take me to the airport. I was unsuccessful because the technology that would identify me as a human being and not a robot was turned off on the taxi company’s server. I finally gave up and telephoned an immigrant from India who has a cab and had taken me there before. He gladly did it. The world still works best through human relationships.

 

By: Padre Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9823-11/8/18

Cuando estaba en la universidad había un estudiante ciego un año debajo de mí. Nunca tuve una clase con él y sólo le hablé una vez, pero todos en la universidad sabían bien quien era. Formaba parte del ministerio de música de la capilla teniendo que memorizar la música y la letra de todas las canciones que preparaban para la Misa. Caminaba por toda la universidad con gran facilidad usando uno de esos característicos bastones blancos utilizados por los ciegos.

 

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9822-10/25/18

Earlier this year I had the opportunity to visit the graves of several of my ancestors. Buried in what is now a national monument right outside of where the old city wall of Lima once stood, this cemetery founded in 1808 is the resting place for the majority of my ancestors in Peru. Imposing mausoleums, weeping angels made of Carrara marble, and endless niches rising above the ground come together to create an enormous maze in this city of the dead. 

 

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