A week and a half ago the mysteries of my genetic programming were tentatively explained to me. For a $99 fee, a California-based genomics company analyzed my DNA.
Peace Be With You
A weekly column offering a Christian and Catholic perspective by native Maderan John Rieping, a graduate of Mt. Angel Seminary who spent 4 1/2 years in formation at Mount Angel Abbey. His website is http://wambly.weebly.com
Starting this week, I’m going to Harvard University — sort of. To be exact, Harvard is going to me.
I’m not one for New Year’s Eve resolutions at the moment, but I recall being so in the past. They were always like Lenten goals or sacrifices except I usually remembered and kept those. Resolutions?
“I will kiss you!” / cried a little bird to the Sun up above / Her little heart light with love
“Come,” laughed the Sun, / “and we shall be wed!”
The elderly widow of the tribe of Asher took each step carefully as she climbed the stairs up mount Moriah, upon which stood Solomon’s Temple and the highest point within the metropolis of Jerusalem.
Throughout my childhood and early adolescence, my parents would drive our family to the nearby city of Fresno most Sundays to visit my “Oma.” The name itself symbolizes the dual ethnicity of my clan, because
If November were a week, I suppose we’d have reached hump day. If it were a year, surely we would be in the season of the cool-down. However it is dubbed, the middle is upon us.