HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NICK!!!!

If only ...

you'd all practiced that Ocarina I bought at MACHE all those years ago, you might be this good!

Evangelization or just a weird conversation?

Today at the post office:

Her: Would you like anything else?
Me: Yes, I need some Christmas stamps. The religious ones, please.
Her: Do you have a sense of humor? There's one thing I don't like about these stamps. That guy on the left - he's supposed to be John the Baptist, but I KNOW John is the same age is Jesus.
Me(reading the fine print): Who's the artist? Botticelli.
Her: Is he good?
Me: Well, he's no schlep. I'm guessing that he wasn't trying to paint a realistic scene, but he made John older to point out that John came before Jesus, you know, to announce His coming. By making him obviously older, the fact that he came before Christ is also more obvious.
Her: Oh, thanks. I'm glad you knew that. I like this stamp better now.

That Botticelli, he's no schlep. :-)

Dad thought you'd like to know...

Abby is ill.

The people in darkness have seen a great light;

A few images to brighten your first week of Advent.

A very not-tacky wreath suspended over the holy water font.

Dad and Michael Kostick trying to light the first candle.
Upon closer inspection, Dad found that the candles were battery operated. Whoops.

And this is one of the new additions to the songbook.

A bit of wisdom from Norah Jones....

"My Dear Country"
by Norah Jones
'Twas Halloween and the ghosts were out,
And everywhere they'd go, they shout,
And though I covered my eyes I knew,
They'd go away.

But fear's the only thing I saw,
And three days later 'twas clear to all,
That nothing is as scary as election day.

But the day after is darker,
And darker and darker it goes,
Who knows, maybe the plans will change,
Who knows, maybe he's not deranged.

The news men know what they know, but they,
Know even less than what they say,
And I don't know who I can trust,
For they come what may.

'cause we believed in our candidate,
But even more it's the one we hate,
I needed someone I could shake,
On election day.

But the day after is darker,
And deeper and deeper we go,
Who knows, maybe it's all a dream,
Who knows if I'll wake up and scream.

I love the things that you've given me,
I cherish you my dear country,
But sometimes I don't understand,
The way we play.

I love the things that you've given me,
And most of all that I am free,
To have a song that I can sing,
On election day.

A cute little song, and quite true. Give it a listen if you get a chance.