
By Greg Erlandson
I think there is no holiday we so look forward to and are so happy when it's over as Christmas.
1/5/18
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I think there is no holiday we so look forward to and are so happy when it's over as Christmas.

God comes to me often in the darkness and reminds me of His love. I trust him and know that He has forgiven me, even though the system has not. Even in prison, He brings people into my life to encourage my spirit, so that I can live for Him and with the hope of pleasing Him somehow.

It may come as a surprise for some Catholics to learn that there is any limitation at all on the frequency with which a priest may celebrate Mass. The truth, however, is that for centuries the church has regulated that number — primarily, to ensure that the Eucharist is celebrated with the dignity and devotion it deserves.

The beginning of a new year is an excellent opportunity to prune away the weeds so that the fruit can flower and then ripen. As a kindness to ourselves, we should pry away old hurts to which we stubbornly cling, but that ultimately weigh heavy on the branches and threaten their very existence. Let them go. Those old grievances are a blight.


The Supreme Court heard arguments last month in Masterpiece Cakeshop v. Colorado Civil Rights Commission, a case about whether the government can make a Christian baker design a cake celebrating a same-sex wedding.

Sometimes, when I’m bored, I try to figure out who I think we will be the next celebrity/news anchor/congressperson to be exposed (pardon the pun) as a sexual predator/deviant/lecher.

If you have a special intention and can’t wait for one of these providential incidents to drop a saint into your life, there’s also a way to “make” a saint pick you.

To begin, the “gift of tears” is not a pity party. Neither is it a Debbie-downer idea from a columnist of Swedish lineage (yes, a depressive people, I know), a Hallmark mush of sentiment, a TED-talk call to vulnerability or celebration of emotivism.
