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Working on a new creative project involving a lot of research about Zelie Martin (!!!!!! more soon) and man, I just LOVE her.
Wanted to be a nun, but got turned away because of health problems. Didn’t crumble like a cookie but accepted the Lord’s difficult will.
Prayed hard for children, and four of them never saw adulthood. The grief!
Kept a home that was stunning, comforting, and Christ-centered.
Started a business and was so freaking good at it that her husband quit his job to work with her. …
Priests do not need “permission” or “faculties” to celebrate the TLM. Paul VI never legally mandated the exclusive use of the new missal or legally forbade the continued use of the old missal, and no subsequent valid legislation has done so either. You can find all the information in my article today at Tradition & Sanity. The abuse of c…
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I am grateful that I recently converted to Catholicism and started taking my faith more seriously because it provides the perfect justification for spending my time thinking of heavenly things instead of closely following the recent chaos of American politics.
I had briefly interacted with this young man in April last year in London. He was greeting everyone who entered the executive lounge with a big smile.
Weary travelers. Young families. Old couples.
Most people passed by him looking for a place to sit. He kept at it, undeterred. The same fervor and enthusiasm, the same warm smile for every one, despite receiving a lukewarm acknowledgment, if that
I had four hours so I did what I usually do: create little tokens of appreciation. On our way out, I handed one to him and one to the station manager outside.
Today, after almost 9 months, I received this unexpected note (I don’t follow him and he never followed me on social media either) … but I remembered exactly who he was!
Our exchange may have lasted no more than a minute, but a real connection was forged.
This is the power of these little tokens of kindness. They’re not grand gestures but they’re authentic. They’re small acts of recognition that ripple outward in ways we may never know.
This is why I do what I do.
