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Shofar, so good!
Shofar, so good!
My mother recently went on and on about the Rosh Hashonah honey cake she's baking for the Korean women she's teaching to read and speak English. "It's a real gooey mess to make," she told me. Proudly.
and candied cherries is dental work waiting to happen.
My thing for the Archangel Gabriel, whose feast day we celebrate today, began over a decade ago during an iconography workshop with Vladislav Andrejev.
Got an email this morning from Chris Cash, Director of E-Commerce at The Catholic Company extending the offer of free shipping to readers of this blog (and others who are on his roster of product reviewers). When? From today, Tuesday (9/23) until midnight on Sunday (9/28).1. Simply place an order through their website, by phone (317-663-4566) or fax (206-312-0069).
2. Use the coupon code: BLOG
If you order online: you'll be asked to type the coupon code into a box at the bottom of the payment page during checkout.
If you order by phone: announce the coupon code, BLOG, to your customer service agent.
If you order by fax: include the coupon code BLOG on your order form.
The fine print for this fine offer: This offer cannot be combined with any other offers. Applies to U.S. delivery addresses only. Applies to standard shipping only. Cannot be used on orders already placed or on backorders. Offer expires at 12:00 midnight, Eastern Time on Sunday, September 28, 2008.
While we may grow weary from granting one another yet another chance to get it right, I believe our God does not. There's plenty of scriptural evidence of God getting annoyed, but as the psalmist reminds us, God's love and mercy endures forever. And so I've come to believe -- and have seen in my own life -- how God always grants divine do-overs.
Of course I dabbled in astrology. Is there anyone with my demographic profile who hasn't? This went on during the 1980s and because I'm a chronic over-achiever, my dabbling went well beyond reading horoscope columns. It went beyond Western astrology. My natal chart and transits were mapped by a Vedic astrologer.
This is me, extending the pregnancy metaphor to announce that I'm expecting [to publish] another book in July 2009 while still recuperating from publishing [birthing] one in July 2008.
"Stop using teens as volunteer fodder for every dang aspect of parish programming [so] they can check off the Confirmation checksheet. Because frankly, the Israelites didn't like being slave labor either."And it should comes as no surprise that I loved her points about how what happens in the home generally has more impact on kids than what goes on in the building we call "church." Hope you'll click over to read her great rant.

Over at LinkedIn someone asked what it would take to get 100 bloggers to mention the Wounded Warrior Project. Looks like the query was posted around noon. I wouldn't be surprised if, by now, more than 100 bloggers have posted about this nonprofit organization. From their website:The Wounded Warrior Project (WWP) was founded on the principle that veterans are our nation's greatest citizens...From the battlefield to their bedside, WWP is there to meet the needs of our wounded heroes:We provide them with unique programs and services.We raise awareness and enlist public support.We provide a means for veterans to help each other.Wheelie Catholic has an even more extensive post. Check hers out! She's also providing extensive reporting about the paralympics.
While I've basically sworn off commentary about secular politics, I cannot resist alerting readers to this lead from an article in today's Wall Street Journal:"At the Pentecostal church where Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin worshipped for more than two decades, congregants speak in tongues and are part of a faith that believes humanity is in its 'end times' ..."Glossolalia? Hey, bring it on! Could it make any less sense than what currently passes for political discourse?
Martha's comment about sharpened #2 pencils transported me into a brief and welcomed work-avoidance reverie about scents of September, especially ones that conjure up memories of school.