Lenten Meditation on the Mother of God

This article was written by my friends' son, and I'm working my way through it. It is from last July, but considering Lent is nearly upon us, I thought it would be a worthy thing to contemplate right now. Here's a snippet of "'At Every Moment' - The Mystery of Mary's Mystical Suffering":

When the torturers struck the transcendental God who became immanent in creation, the suffering dealt was not only for the person of Jesus. With every lash of the whip, two lashes were felt. Every thorn was felt twice. Nails pierced four hands, and four feet as well. "Every blow rending the body of the son had its cruel echo in the heart of his Mother." St. Bonaventure exclaims, "Why wouldst thou, most honored Lady, be immolated for us? Is not our Savior’s passion sufficient for our salvation?" (1)

Yet, as she has revealed in recent centuries, her suffering did not stop there. In light of numerous mystical writings and apparitions, we could now rightly echo Bonaventure and say, why wouldst thou, most honored Lady, continue to suffer for us? Is not our Savior’s passion sufficient? Is not your earthly suffering sufficient?

How can Mary behold the face of God and suffer in her body-soul perfection? Does that not seem contrary to our notion of the beatific vision? What of God’s promise that "he will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning nor crying nor pain any more"? (2) Is it even possible for a creature who has attained the fullness of unity with the Most High to experience privation in suffering? Perhaps the denial of Mary’s mystical suffering has an element of fear in its theological and philosophical debate. It just doesn’t seem right that she should continue to suffer. But that’s the whole point: It’s not right that she should continue to suffer!

Ah, but the first heaven and the first earth have not passed away as yet; they have not become the former things. (3)

And so we hear the words of the child Jesus in a vision to Sr. Lucia in Spain in 1925: "Have compassion on the Heart of your most holy mother, covered with thorns, with which ungrateful men pierce it at every moment, and there is no one to make an act of reparation to remove them". (4) Following the Child’s words, the Blessed Mother reiterated in the apparition:

Look, my daughter, at my Heart, surrounded with thorns with which ungrateful men pierce me at every moment by their blasphemies and ingratitude. You at least try to console me, and say that I promise to assist at the hour of death, with the graces necessary for salvation, all those who, on the first Saturday of five consecutive months shall confess, receive Holy Communion, recite five decades of the Rosary, and keep me company for fifteen minutes while meditating on the fifteen mysteries of the Rosary, with the intention of making reparation to me (5).

It is impossible to disregard the Blessed Mother’s words here. Most Catholics would probably say they love Mary. Love involves compassion. If we have true love for Mary, we should be somewhat wounded by these words. Mary’s suffering is not something fanciful. It’s not some sort of motherly guilt trip she has laid upon us to get her children in line. This is clearly not a reference to her suffering at Calvary.

Mary says "at every moment." She suffers here and now. ...

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This Information Made Me Sad

Every year, a bunch of guys from the 1972 Dolphins have champagne after the Super Bowl to celebrate that they are still the only team to go undefeated for an entire season.

It's been 35 years, guys.

Think it might be time to let go of the past and move on?

Let's look at a few of the quotes from the '72 Dolphins:

• "If the Patriots can do all that, my hat is off to them," [guard Bob] Kuechenberg said. "They will have earned the right to join us in the ranks of the immortals."
• "I have to embrace the fact there's a possibility we may have company," [Mercury] Morris said. "But it doesn't change anything about who we are. We'll always have the pole, and they'll have the outside pole." (last two quotes from here)
• ''I'm happy for the New York Giants,'' said Mercury Morris, the former running back who previously had been among the most negative of the '72 Dolphins in addressing the Patriots' run at perfection. ''They were the ones who [won], and they deserve to win because they did what it took to win; which is exactly what we did 17 times in 1972. (source)

Plus there's that "any given Sunday, except in 1972" comment Morris had.

Puh-leeze. Nothing is worse than someone who just can't get past their glory days from 35 years ago.

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Amy at Modern Commentaries has a story that makes my blood boil.

I will sum up, but please head over to her blog to see the story and her comments, as well.

Bratty 17 year olds (two of them) rob nine year old Girl Scout of nearly $170. Get caught. Have to pay back money (which they do not do - see the story for why I say this). Then comment that they aren't sorry for robbing the girl. Only sorry they had to pay her back.

Oh, and they weren't charged.

To which I say ...

WTF?!?!?!?

Too bad that Girl Scout didn't have a badge in martial arts.

Here's the original story.

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Book Meme

Esther tagged me for a book meme!


1. What book have you read in the last six months that has really stayed with you? Why?

In This House of Brede. I'd read about Rumer Godden often at Julie's blog, and then I finally decided to read this after seeing a favorable review at The Curt Jester. I keep wanting to find out more about what happened to the characters after the book was finished!

2. What is one of your favorite childhood books?

My favorite book from childhood? I have no idea! I read so voraciously, it was practically ridiculous! I can tell you two of my favorite children's books, though, that I didn't read until I was an adult and that I've read again and again. First is The Giving Tree, which I didn't discover until I was 21. I stood in the bookstore sobbing uncontrolably when I finished it. The other is by Max Lucado: Just in Case You Ever Wonder. In Lucado's book, he tells his daughters that he loves them unconditionally and forever. It is beautiful and tender, and Big Girl used to make me read it every night before bed for nearly a year. I had it memorized. ;)

3. Do you have a favorite book of the Bible?

Yes. More specifically, I have a favorite chapter in that book. I love the sixth chapter of the Gospel of Saint John because it contains Christ's promise of the Eucharist. When it comes time to read that at Mass, I close my eyes and smile serenely as I listen, and I thank God for His sublime gift of the Holy Eucharist!

4. What is one book you could read again and again?

There are a few books that I've read more than once. Uncle Tom's Cabin, which is beautiful and heartbreaking, I'm gearing up for a re-read of The Lord of the Rings, and the moment I finished In This House of Brede I wanted to pick it up and start it over again. (Still want it for my birthday, honey. Don't forget!)

5. Is there a book you would suggest for Lenten reading? What is it and why?

I don't have a Lenten reading list, which makes me wonder if I ought to since so many other bloggers do. However, I did take time to read The Dolorous Passion one year, and it was just amazing. What we do make sure to accomplish each year is to watch The Passion of the Christ every year, preferably on Good Friday. (No, the girls aren't allowed to watch it yet, or even to look at the book I have with the beautiful pictures from the movie. Too much for them at their tender ages.)

And because we all love bonus questions, if you were going to publish a book what would it be? Who would you want to write the jacket cover blurb expounding on your talent?

I'd like to finish my book about a large Catholic homeschooling family and get it published someday. As for the jacket ... that's a toughie. I'm honestly not sure. I can't fantasize about it, so I keep coming up with friends of mine (who might be willing to do it, anyway).



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Roof of Africa

I found this old email that my mother passed on to me last July. It's written by my cousin, who has lived in Europe and traveled all over the world. (Even though she's from Long Island, you'll notice the British spelling she uses in the email.)

She lives a very jet-set sort of life, but, honestly, I wouldn't trade my life for hers. Even after reading this. I know my calling. ;) But her adventures sure are fun to hear about.

Hi all - I apologise for the mass mail and length (probably longest email I've written) - I don't think an email will even remotely begin to cover my experience as it was by far the most challenging of my life. But, for those interested...here's an account of my trip to the summit of Kilimanjaro....

For those who want the 30sec summary - I did make it to the top of Kilimanjaro despite wheezing and coughing up a lung from asthma, my bum knees, serious dehydration and some altitude sickness...despite long days of hiking, completely lost my appetite thanks to the altitude and had to force myself to eat. The porters (think sherpa) seem superhuman - with what they carry up the mountain. The views at the top were beautiful and I couldn't believe I made it...now the detailed account of my journey:

Day 1: The drive to the mountain was beautiful. We passed lots of farms, small villages and fields of sunflowers! The tallest ones I've ever seen...We arrived at Machame Gate we a mad amount of other people including a large group of college kids from Georgia (who made their porters carry a huge guitar and hard case up the mountain - but that's another story). Anyway, we had to register before heading up. We were queuing for ages without going anywhere when the Austrians we were travelling with (several from same small town as Arnold Swa...) decided to take action. They formed a barrier around the registration (there were 10 of them) and started fighting off others. It was quite the scene. We were able to start off by noon and began our long trek up hill through the rain forest (a mere 16k). Beautiful vegitation that reminded me of the jungle in Malaysia. Was hard to believe we were days away from reaching the glacier...We saw our first glimpse of people turning around and heading back down - more and more each day. We arrived up at the first camp - just above the forest line at 3100m and got our first view of the mountain. The peak seemed so far away...we happily did not have to put up our own tents (one up on Alaska ride...) and were neighbours with these crazy Mexican missionaries who became some of our friends along the way. Wouldn't say I could've picked out the Mexican flag before (I know, sad to say) but I know it know! We went to bed just after 7pm (as we did every night) as it got dark and cold outside.

Day 2: We had a 4hr trek pretty much straight up the mountain above the cloud line. We had some scrambling (where w\you scale rocks with your hands/feet) and the vegitation turned into smaller artic type plants. The thin air started kicking in my asthma at the end of the day - when we reached 3850m...was beginning to worry a bit as I would be going 2000m (over a mile) higher...otherwise, I though the first two days of hiking weren't bad. We had a beautiful sunset in camp and the mountain was lit up all colours. We met some more people along the way - including a really nice couple from Minnesota (thought of Jo ofcourse).

Day 3: This was a big climatisation day. We hiked up to 4600m then back down to 3900m. Considering what a long, hard day it was - it is sad that we gain so little altititude..The day started with a long climb where vegitation disappeared and we start hiking through these huge boulders. I started wheezing and had to stop several times on our ascent to catch my breathe...we had lunch by a place called Lava Tower (not far from the western breach where 3 Americans died with our tour group a couple years earlier - that route is closed). Beautiful view of the mountain from 4600m but altitude sickness was kicking in and I was losing my appetite...on a steep descent from there - I banged my knee on a rock pretty bad and the general descent gave my a taster on how painful the last day would be - when I finally came off the mountain. Arriving into camp we could see the dreadful trail for day 4 ahead of us. It was straght up the side of a mountain but rumour around camp was that it wasn't as bad as it looked....When we arrived at Baranchi camp (3900m) - after a painful day with asthma, bad knees and altitude sickness - I had a realistic chat with my guide. What if I don't make it- can my friend go on and how to I get down (I did not want to be one of the many that go down on a stretcher). He said the hike to the gate from the next camp was much eaiser than where we were - so I moved on. I had to force myself to eat that night (and for the remainder of the trip) - something I never thought would happen to a LaCour....

Day 4: We set off around 9am - in the middle of the masses, bad idea. We went up a steep mountain path - very little to no room to pass. The porters, carrying 20kilos were marching past us and we'd hit 'traffic jams' where people were scrambling up the mountain and porters were trying to pass. We waited out some of the crowds and sat for about 30minutes - where I had to sit and stare at my feet so as not to look down (over a mile drop no doubt) and to avoid watching these porters scale the mountains carrying so much on their heads, and praying nothing dropped and hit me...Alix had a moment where she lost it - and had a little break down. We caught our nerves and moved on...As we did our ascent my asthma kicked in again, which the last place you want to feel dizzy is along a cliff wall. So, I stoped every 5-10mn or so to catch my breath. Seriously, this was probably the most frightening 2 hours of my life along this wall. We made it to the top after more scrambling (who said the Kili trek was a long walk?) and I nearly lost it. It took a while for me to regulate my breathing and calm myself down. I really couldn't imagine what it would be like another 1200m higher...the remainder of the day wasn't as bad - we were behind the crowds at this point, most were hiking further for a 6 day ascent. We had a shoter hike as we were doing 7 days. We had a long downhill, followed by a gradual include - then a hike down and back up a valley. If you're exhausted reading this - imagine how it felt. We had paired up with two people from Manchester, UK and we took a detour to a waterfall in a cave. What do you want to do when dehydrated, hungry and physically exhausted - scale you \r way into / out of a narrow cave to see some waterfall. It was pretty cool but again, made you think 'why did I do that' after...Anyway, as I arrived in Karangu camp 4 at 3950m, I was feeling really sick and took my first dose of diamox (altitude sickness treatment). I really didn't know how I'd go on...and forced myself to eat some lunch/dinner. We had a great view of the mountain - but the top still seemed so far away. We had talked to our guide - who recommended a day ascent of the mountain as it's less cold (everyone goes for the summit leaving at midnight). I thought this was a good idea for my asthma and it also meant we started before everyone else and would have no crowds - so Alix and I decided to go for it. It meant we would go for our ascent on Day 5 - the next morning. Starting with a 3hr hike to the 'base camp' then onto the summit - another 7hrs, then back down - another 3hrs. Looking forward to some 13hrs of hiking and the summit - hit my nerves that night. Oh yea, did I mention it's impossible to sleep up there - with exception of the first night, while in my tent for 12hrs, I woke up every hr...ugghh...

Day 5: We woke up in the cold darkness for our early ascent. Our guide busted his knee and said he couldn't go on - so he gave us a tearful goodbye, took one of the porters and made his way down. Our Asst guide (who we really hadn't seen) took over - and we set out at 7am, leaving all our new friends behind at camp while we made our way for our summit attempt. We had a long incline out of the camp (with the mountain staring us down on our right). I had to go very slow - and stop a couple times to catch my breathe (common theme) but we made the hike to the next camp in a reasonable 2.5hrs. We arrived at Barafu hut at 4600m (like base camp) when the folks from the night before were coming down. Some of our new friends (who were on the 6 day hike) made it, some didn't. We caught up with them, heard the horror stories and set off after a short rest.

You have no idea what it's like to set off for a 10hr hike that you know will be grueling with minimal food and only 2liters of water. We had packed lots of layers and my pack felt quite heavy. The guide quickly took my pack (thankfully) and we made our way up. We ran into folks coming down along the way - saw the exhaustion and heard the tales. The guy from Georgia summed it up best when he said - he 'hadn't receiced the right scouting report' on the mountain...so much harder than he ever imagined...

A big snow storm moved in on us during the hike up. We asked our guide if it's ok to keep going and he had no concern. Our 'waiter' brought lunch up to us about 2hrs into the hike, as it wasn't ready before we were setting out. We found a large rock overhang take shelter and tried to eat the french fries, orange, etc. in our pack lunch. It was a good break. We also learned our 'waiter' - Alios was now our Asst guide and he was joining us on our trek up the mountain. 'Pole pole' is now my most used swahili phrase - which basically means go slow - so you can acclimatise. On our way to the top - which seemed never ending - we were advancing maybe a foot length at a time, it was so hard to pick your foot up and move it at all. But we kept trudging on - ofcourse stopping every now and then for me to catch my breathe. Alix, who was kicking my butt with no ailments all the trip started to feel it on the way up - everyone's in the same boat up there. Stella Point - on the crater rim (only 45mn from the peak) kept looming over us - hardly ever feeling like we were getting closer. People have stopped 30m from the rim, just because they couln't go on. I couldn't understand that until I was there myself. The nausea and headaches are the most intense feelings - and you have no energy to move your body. But - after about 5hrs 15mn, we did reach the rim. Alix broke down and was hysterical crying (a very common response) - when I started to tear up - I realised I couldn't breathe and crying wouldn't help the matter. I was focused on my breathing and gasping out at the amazing view of the glacier, snow and the top of the mountain (it had long stopped snowing and was beautiful up there). I was coughing so hard - due to lack of oxygen I'm sure - but I couldn't believe I had made it. Ofcourse, we still had another 45mn walk through the snow to the peak! We reached the summit just before 5pm - in about 6hrs. Considering estimate is 7hrs, not bad. I took many pictures - and we revelled being up there in our small group of 4. It's so uncommon to be at the top on your own - so it was a pretty surreal experience...We were up there for about 10mn, me wheezing and Alix slumped on the ground saying she wanted to go to sleep. As soon as Alios heard Alix saying she was going to sleep and close her eyes - he got her up for a picture and then pretty much ran her down the mountain. As I was following after them - I enjoyed a bit of the sunset (pink hues) hitting the mountain. Beautiful - but no time for photos - I was trailing behind with Daniel (our recently promoted guide) - at this point - we were eager to get as far down as possible while we still had daylight.

We took the 'quick' way off the mountain which felt like we were skiing through sand - very bizarre experience. Brutal on the knees...It was dark for the last bit down a cliff, we made our way down - each with our own guide and headlamp. We made it down in 2.5hrs to base camp (Barafu) at 7:30pm, emotional and exhausted but keeping quiet as eveyone in camp was starting their ascent at midnight and were sleeping....after a couple quick bites to eat (first real food in 11hrs of hiking) we were past out for the brutally cold night at 4600m.

Day 6: We woke up to an early bfast and found out we were only a 5hr hike from the exit gate. We had planned to do the hike in 7 days but the thought that our hotel was a 5hr (steep / muddy descent down), we decided to go for it. My knees have not been in such much pain in a long time - and the amount of times that Alix and I almost slipped - it was a miserable hike. I was wondering why we didn't pay for the helicopter option - to pick us up from Barafu (kidding ofcourse, but that would've been nice). The exciting part wasour gide - who left us with the bad knee- took a jeep up the mountain as far as a truck trail would go - and picked us up - saving us about 30mn of walking. After 6 days, 30mn sounds insignificant but it was a highlight! So, we then signed out at the gate - picked up our 'certificate' and made our way back to the hotel...

So, that's it - the LONG rambling story. I needed to get my thoughts down - and probably forgot stuff already, but I just wanted to share the experience with those who are interested.

Ah, anyway. Off for my safari in the Serengetti tomorrow and looking forward to the beaches of Zanzibar next week! Hope all's well with everyone up north. Looking forward to seeing those Stateside soon.

Cheers...L**********

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"Small Sacrifices for Lent" (or "Don't Make Lent Into a Fat Tuesday of Devotions")

Last year, I had grand plans for Lent. Fasting! Daily Rosaries! Daily Mass! Weekly Stations of the Cross! All that and no chocolate for anyone!

I managed to fast on the appointed days. I said the Rosary every day for ... a week and a half. I attended daily Mass for about a week, then we all took turns with the flu and didn't leave the house except for groceries for three weeks. We did pray the Stations of the Cross most Fridays, though. And no one had chocolate except on Sundays (Soccer Dad and the girls, anyway - I didn't partake on Sundays).

So, on the surface Lent looked like a big failure for me. I kept almost zero of my promises.

I do have ideas of what I'm doing for Lent, and Big Girl is more penitential-minded this year. She's giving up chocolate milk and all desserts. Little Girl still can't come up with much. And I've decided that they can't watch TV unless it's for school. (We are following the elections for school, plus EWTN will probably have several excellent programs that will help our spiritual lives a great deal.) Oh, but Sundays will be family movie day, so they'll get to watch stuff with us. I plan on finding a few movies to watch and picking one each week for us to watch together. (By the way, Heidi has an article brewing about giving up TV for Lent. I'd been thinking about it since Advent started, and even though my children think I'm so mean for the idea - and follow through - and my parents think I'm nuts and being extreme, I think it's going to be good for us to cut back on TV, especially the children. As strict as I am about what they watch, there's still too much of it going on.)

And I do have my no-coffee zone.

But I have realized something about last week. Much like Jennifer's discovery that she can't do everything as a homemaker, I have discovered that I can't do every devotion known to Catholics. Not even for Lent. What I tried to do last week was go from A to K all in one leap. I made Lent a big Fat Tuesday of devotions and found I couldn't keep up.

Instead of having a dozen devotions that I do poorly, I need to have one or two that I do well. A daily Rosary is nice. It's a lot more than I usually do, though I used to be in the habit of the daily Rosary. But to add that back in with daily Mass (which is, for me, nearly 40 miles round-trip each day to go to one church, and about 30 miles each way to go to another), and everything else I tried to do ... well, that's just destined to fail! I added too many things at once.

When you're gearing up for Lent, remember that you can do something positive - add a devotion, perhaps - as well as a giving-up/sacrifice. But remember, too, that you can't do it all. You might feel like you want to do it all, but you're only human.

If I'm successful with adding one devotion this year, and it becomes a habit for me and I continue it after that, then I'll also be able to add another new one next year. If both remain habits for me, I can add another. So instead of trying to go from A to K, I'll just go from A to B. And in a few years, I'll be where I previously tried to be all at once; I'll probably have a lot more success that way, too.

Have a blessed Lent, everyone.

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Oh, Ed! If Only You Were Working on Sunday!

Rats. I was hoping I could root for penalties during the Super Bowl. Phooey.

And I'd LOVE a plan like the one this guy talks about.




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Contradictions in Our Desire for Eternal Life

I've been slowly working through the pope's encyclical Spe Salvi, and yesterday I read the following, which just blew my mind.

11. Whatever precisely Saint Ambrose may have meant by these words, it is true that to eliminate death or to postpone it more or less indefinitely would place the earth and humanity in an impossible situation, and even for the individual would bring no benefit. Obviously there is a contradiction in our attitude, which points to an inner contradiction in our very existence. On the one hand, we do not want to die; above all, those who love us do not want us to die. Yet on the other hand, neither do we want to continue living indefinitely, nor was the earth created with that in view. So what do we really want? Our paradoxical attitude gives rise to a deeper question: what in fact is “life”? And what does “eternity” really mean? There are moments when it suddenly seems clear to us: yes, this is what true “life” is—this is what it should be like. Besides, what we call “life” in our everyday language is not real “life” at all. Saint Augustine, in the extended letter on prayer which he addressed to Proba, a wealthy Roman widow and mother of three consuls, once wrote this: ultimately we want only one thing—”the blessed life”, the life which is simply life, simply “happiness”. In the final analysis, there is nothing else that we ask for in prayer. Our journey has no other goal—it is about this alone. But then Augustine also says: looking more closely, we have no idea what we ultimately desire, what we would really like. We do not know this reality at all; even in those moments when we think we can reach out and touch it, it eludes us. “We do not know what we should pray for as we ought,” he says, quoting Saint Paul (Rom 8:26). All we know is that it is not this. Yet in not knowing, we know that this reality must exist. “There is therefore in us a certain learned ignorance (docta ignorantia), so to speak”, he writes. We do not know what we would really like; we do not know this “true life”; and yet we know that there must be something we do not know towards which we feel driven[8].

12. I think that in this very precise and permanently valid way, Augustine is describing man's essential situation, the situation that gives rise to all his contradictions and hopes. In some way we want life itself, true life, untouched even by death; yet at the same time we do not know the thing towards which we feel driven. We cannot stop reaching out for it, and yet we know that all we can experience or accomplish is not what we yearn for. This unknown “thing” is the true “hope” which drives us, and at the same time the fact that it is unknown is the cause of all forms of despair and also of all efforts, whether positive or destructive, directed towards worldly authenticity and human authenticity. The term “eternal life” is intended to give a name to this known “unknown”. Inevitably it is an inadequate term that creates confusion. “Eternal”, in fact, suggests to us the idea of something interminable, and this frightens us; “life” makes us think of the life that we know and love and do not want to lose, even though very often it brings more toil than satisfaction, so that while on the one hand we desire it, on the other hand we do not want it. To imagine ourselves outside the temporality that imprisons us and in some way to sense that eternity is not an unending succession of days in the calendar, but something more like the supreme moment of satisfaction, in which totality embraces us and we embrace totality—this we can only attempt. It would be like plunging into the ocean of infinite love, a moment in which time—the before and after—no longer exists. We can only attempt to grasp the idea that such a moment is life in the full sense, a plunging ever anew into the vastness of being, in which we are simply overwhelmed with joy. This is how Jesus expresses it in Saint John's Gospel: “I will see you again and your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take your joy from you” (16:22). We must think along these lines if we want to understand the object of Christian hope, to understand what it is that our faith, our being with Christ, leads us to expect[9]. (Ed: All emphasis mine.)

If you're not Catholic and are wondering about the Church's teachings on Salvation, this encyclical is for you. The second paragraph I have up there ... it blew me away.

I cannot wait to delve deeper, but I tend to read every paragraph three or four times to be sure I fully understand it, so I am going painfully slow here.

(By the way, for the uninitiated, the numbers are footnotes, and if you go to the link at the top of the post, you'll find the references, which are from sources such as the Bible, early Church writings, and the Catechism.)

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Ice Storm! (Updated with Better Picture)

Update: I think I fixed that bottom picture so it's not the size of a postage stamp on Bloglines.

My rose bushes:

The maple tree between our house and the neighbors':



The neighbors' willows:



Same neighbors' evergreens (I thought the cages were beautiful!):



What the trees will look like in a couple of years (I took pictures of these same trees for a Wordless Wednesday post when it snowed):

Notice how bent-over they are!

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Information, Please!

Last year, some clever Catholic blogger gave a history of the ties between Groundhog Day (the day, not the movie) and Candlemas (also known as the Dedication of Our Lord, 40 days after His birth).



I'd love to share that information with my girls, but I don't recall who wrote it! If you know of where I can find the information, I'd appreciate it!



Thanks in advance!




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