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By: Rachel Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9916-8/1/19

I’m writing this column in the middle of a trial. I don’t like writing through things like this, I prefer to be on the other side before I try and articulate feelings and emotions. But here I am, on deadline, and in the middle of something difficult and scary.

 

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9916-8/1/19

My Uncle Steve once gave my dad a coffee cup inscribed with Murphy’s Law...upside down. To a young boy, it took me a minute to understand why putting “If anything can go wrong, it will” upside down on a mug was funny but it obviously left an indelible mark.

 

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9916-8/1/19

This morning I listened to a fascinating story on the radio about the inner workings of the mind. The scientist interviewed described a recent study he conducted that yielded shocking results: people who make concrete, irrevocable choices are happier than those who prefer leaving their options open and fail to choose definitively one thing over another. The scientist was so surprised with the findings of his research that he went home and proposed to his girlfriend with whom he had lived for ten years. He now joyfully states that he is happier than before, and loves her more than ever.

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9915-7/18/19

Editor’s note: This column is newsworthy as a first person account of the ordinations in Nigeria. It has been translated into Spanish here.

 

By: Rachel Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9915-7/18/19

Our son Augie left for his summer mission trip a few days ago. He joined the other students in his class for a few weeks of serving with the Missionaries of Charity up in Jenkins, Kentucky. 

 

By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9915-7/18/19

Noah is growing up. Please don’t tell his mother, unless you have a lot of tissues. 

 

By: Father Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9914-7/4/19
On a Sunday morning 10 years ago while visiting the fascinating city of Istanbul, I left my hotel to attend Mass in one of the few Catholic Churches of the city. I went early since I did not have the exact address, but the concierge at the hotel had somewhat explained to me where the church was located. I walked back and forth, back and forth, down two blocks of a busy street and I could not find the church. How could I miss it? This was after all the cathedral of Istanbul.
 
By: Rachel Balducci
Originally Appeared in : 9914-7/4/19
I took five of my children to serve with the Missionaries of Charity last week, helping out with their summer Bible camp for Burmese refugee children. It was an intense week, full of service and prayer and lots of fun.
 
By: Jason Halcombe
Originally Appeared in : 9914-7/4/19
Leftover Chinese food and straight to bed sounds like a blessing to most adults and all parents (Magan: “Can I do that, every night?”), but a curse to any child less than two weeks into summer vacation.
 
That’s what stared Jesse straight in the face after an epic fail in attempting to draw a rise out of his older brother at a computer coding class hosted by our local library.
 
By: Padre Pablo Migone
Originally Appeared in : 9914-7/4/19
En una mañana de domingo hace diez años durante mi visita a la fascinante ciudad de Estambul, me dirigí a una de las pocas iglesias católicas de la ciudad para asistir a la Misa. Fui temprano ya que no tenía la dirección exacta, pero el portero del hotel si me había explicado un poco donde se encontraba la iglesia. Caminé varias veces por las dos mismas cuadras de una avenida muy transitada de la ciudad y no pude encontrar la iglesia. ¿Cómo podía no verla? ¡Esta era la catedral de Estambul!
 

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