By Deacon John Degano
Fires burning in the fireplace. Hot chocolate on the stove… And snowflakes gently falling as we hurried to our rental car from our late afternoon conference session on the campus of the University of Notre Dame, in South Bend, Indiana.
As a native Southern Californian, my wife, Cheryl, isn’t used to “weather.” You know, the thing that causes the leaves to change color, or groundhogs to hibernate…
By Deacon John Degano
We are collectors of stuff, aren’t we?
We buy things on sale when we don’t really need them. We find things and bring them home thinking that someday we’ll put them to good use only to discover years later that we still haven’t moved them from that temporary storage place where we put them for safe keeping.
By Deacon John Degano
Sitting at a packed Riverside City Council meeting last month, I couldn’t get over the similarity of the dialogue spewing from certain overtly vocal members in the audience to the Passion Sunday/Good Friday readings about Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem and the sneering crowds shouting for his execution.
“Seems like a good day for a crucifixion,” I thought.
By Deacon John Degano
I got a phone call today from a woman asking what the difference was between two different Marian days being celebrated in the church some three days apart. I explained, “one was her nativity, the second was her most holy name.”
By Deacon John Degano
When I was in elementary school the public libraries used to have a summer reading program where everyone who signed up was given stickers for every five or so books they read over the summer. It was a great way to encourage reading and provided my parents a cheap form of entertainment for me until the time of our family vacation.
