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Tuesday Morning Musings ('cause Monday was a holiday)

  • Our pastor, a few months back, asked us to really focus on the Collect, which is the opening prayer at Mass. This past Sunday's was: Grant, almighty, God, that we may celebrate with heartfelt devotion these days of joy, which we keep in honor of the risen lord, and that what we relive in remembrance we may always hold t in what we do. Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen. So, are you celebrating these days of joy?
  • If you're not reading the Matt Walsh Blog, why the heck aren't you???
  • Curly-Haired daughter's new beau (whom we like very much!) is allergic to...well, everything. Including cats and dogs. Not sure if we'll be able to keep him. (Thanks goodness he's not allergic to beer; then he would have been gone immediately!)
  • When was the last time you rolled down the windows and sang along to the radio? What are you waiting for?
  • If you work in an office, and someone stopped by your desk/office, would they know what was most important to you? Do  you have pictures that represent your faith? Your family and loved ones? Does your work space represent who you are and what you believe?

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