Days arise upon which our personal existences rest. Our birthdays are an obvious example. In my case, today is another. Forty-nine years ago my parents Joseph and Theresa “Terri” wed.
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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
During my 10th year under the light of the sun, I decided there could be no better age to be. A child no more, I had two proud digits to express the number of my longevity.
Throughout my childhood and early adolescence, my parents would drive our family to Fresno most Sundays to visit my “Oma.” The name itself symbolizes the dual ethnicity of my clan, because it is German for “
A fictional lady once visited the post office to buy 50 Christmas-themed stamps. “What denomination?” asked the clerk.
On our national day of thanksgiving, I reluctantly watched a cartoon on the journey of the English émigrés, the pilgrims, who sought religious freedom by settling in North America.
For months I’ve been pondering the nature and effects of power.
I mistook it for a misunderstanding based on poor grammar when I first heard about the controversy over Richard Mourdock, an Indiana Republican candidate running for the U.S. Senate.