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By: Rachel Swenson Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9808-4/12/18

When I was a little girl, our neighborhood had an Easter sunrise service every year in the open green space of the backyards. One year, several men got up on the roofs of the homes near the gathering. As the sun came up, the men started shouting at the top of their lungs, “He is risen!” We heard the shouts from one roof, and then another and then all the men shouting at the same time.

 

He is risen. He is risen!

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9808-4/12/18

There was a thief on the loose in our neighborhood.

 

The morning chore circuit had revealed something was prying open the 5-gallon bucket containing the cat’s Kitten Kaboodle crunchies, but no suspect had been identified until the night following a Ruthie Mae false alarm.

 

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9807-3/29/18

According to some historians, the fall of the Roman Empire could be attributed more to plumbing problems than to barbarians sacking any of the seven hills of the Eternal City.

 

That would explain my concern when Magan called me unexpectedly out of an afternoon meeting to say, “Jason, there’s water bubbling up in the showers and the toilets.”

 

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9807-3/29/18

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“Let all the pious and all lovers of God rejoice in the splendor of this feast; let the wise servants blissfully enter into the joy of their Lord; let those who have borne the burden of Lent now receive their pay.” The renowned preacher Saint John Chrysostom spoke these words in fifth century Constantinople, calling all the faithful to join in the celebration of Easter.

 

By: Rachel Swenson Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9807-3/29/18

One recent three-minute ride to school had Augie driving Henry nuts. No matter what Augie did, it irked Henry. And while none of what Augie was doing was anything too obnoxious, you could not convince Henry otherwise.

 

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9806-3/15/18

Have you ever tried to vacuum up glitter? Even worse, try vacuuming glitter from the crevasses of your car’s floor mats or, still worse, from that catchall space just under the driver’s seat. I’m pretty sure that’s a chore awaiting somebody in purgatory.

 

A little more than three years ago, our house was without glitter. It was without pink (Magan is more of a purple kind of gal), or Barbie dolls, princesses, anything associated with the movie “Frozen,” and certainly no frilly dresses or hairbows.

 

By: Rachel Swenson Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9806-3/15/18

Another basketball season has come to an end and I’m left with that complicated feeling of “yippee! Hooray! Thank you Lord!”

 

That doesn’t sound very complicated, I agree. I guess I should add some “Oh I’m so sad it’s over, that was fun!” Which is true, of course, but now that the season is behind us, I’m mostly just relieved.

 

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9806-3/15/18
By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9805-3/1/18

When I was a brand new seminarian, I had to choose a weekly apostolate, where for two or three hours each week I would serve others in some capacity. I picked the Urban Mission in downtown Steubenville, Ohio, and once a week I drove to a Methodist Church with another student to help at a soup kitchen. Sometimes I helped in the kitchen cooking, other times arranging cans in the pantry, but every week without fail I assisted in serving the food, and once that ended, I sat with the many men and women who weekly came for a hot plate. I still remember an elderly woman who came every week, Ms.

By: Rachel Swenson Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9805-3/1/18

Our college student Elliott helped his dad coach the junior varsity basketball team at our school this year. I loved watching my boy sit on the bench next to my husband, the two of them coaching the team, which included our son Augie.

 

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