With uncanny timing, this week has brought together the resignation of Pope Benedict XVI, the Ash Wednesday kickoff to the Lenten season, and the annual hijacking of St. Valentine’s Day.
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
I’m mud puddle famous. Doubt me? Well, your skepticism means you’re reading my words, which proves my point, soggy and murky as it may be.
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.
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.