I don’t ever remember being lost while growing up. But something must have triggered the fear of being lost in me, so much so that….
Evangelism and Outreach
You always knew when it was dinner time at the Kempf house in the neighborhood.
Tomorrow, 43 St. Justin Martyr students will receive the Lord for the first time in the Eucharist. If it has been a while since you have seen a first Communion, you are missing something.
Photo gallery: The kids went crazy on the playground while the adults BBQ’d, met new parishioners, visited with old friends, and enjoyed the park on a beautiful day! Join us later this year for our Fall picnic.
They told him about the first visit. About him appearing despite locked doors. About him speaking to them, wishing them peace. He is ALIVE, they told him. It was not enough for Thomas.
A few years ago at St. Ann, the eighth grade class acted out the Stations of the Cross ‘tableau style’ – taking an element of the station and ‘freezing’ into that position as the story was proclaimed.
Two Januaries ago, while on vacation with my support group, Bishop Stika said a memorable thing at one of our daily masses. He was talking about a challenge he gave to the priests in his diocese.
John takes a long time to tell his stories, especially the stories of Jesus’ miracles.
We know that expression – being thrown under the bus – and perhaps have had the experience of being sacrificed as a friend or ally for a selfish reason.
So it was another great St. Patrick’s day weekend, with green beer flowing, and for many the extra Irish privilege of feeling guilty for eating corned beef on a Friday in Lent.