about Todd FlowerdayA Roman Catholic lay person, married (since 1996), with one adopted child (since 2001). I serve in worship and spiritual life in a midwestern university parish.
about John Donaghy
John is a lay missionary since 2007 with a parish in western Honduras. Before that he served in campus ministry and social justice ministry in Iowa. His ministry blog is http://hermanojuancito.blogspot.com
He also blogs reflections on the lectionary and saints/heroes/events of the date at http://walktheway.wordpress.com
He'll be a long-term contributor here analyzing the Latin American bishops' document from their 2007 Aparecida Conference.
Vatican II pages
- Letter To Artists 7b-c: Architecture, Poetry, and Gregorian Chant
- EG 106: Two Areas Of Progress In Youth Ministry
- Cynic Alert: Phantom Wealth
- Mercy, Wide and Late
- Letter To Artists 7a: The Origins of Christian Art
- Cosmos, The Next Generation
- EG 105: Youth Ministry
- The Vice Principal Strikes Back
- Letter To Artists 6d-e: The Beauty of Christ
- On My Bookshelf: Old Man’s War
kathleen morrison on Funeral Lectionary: Wisdom… Melody on Mercy, Wide and Late Naked, And You Cloth… on On My Bookshelf: Naked, And Yo… Todd on Mercy, Wide and Late Chase M. Becker on Mercy, Wide and Late John Drake on EG 104: Women, Ordination,… FrMichael on EG 103: On Women’s … Liam on The Long Retreat Begins emmasrandomthoughts on I Don’t Want A Francis… Ray MacDonald on I Don’t Want A Francis…
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Category Archives: My Family
Since my big-loss diet of almost two years ago, I’ve enjoyed being lighter. But I’ve also struggled with the aftermath: putting some pounds back on and taking them off again, confronting my pattern to eat to soothe myself, watching when … Continue reading
Oklahoma got the brunt of funnel clouds I see. While we were watching The King’s Speech tonight, the sirens went off in town. Heavy winds and rain, but nothing to pluck us off to Oz. Unbeknownst to my wife and … Continue reading
It’s one of the sad duties of a parent to dig a grave for a pet. After she got home from school this afternoon, the young miss found Pip dead in his home. He chirped for his breakfast this morning, … Continue reading
Earlier this week, I was thinking Friday would be a good day to tune up the mower, set out the deck furniture, and maybe even fire up the grill. A few days ago I set out our extra litter boxes … Continue reading
Sorry for the two consecutive posts on the young miss, but here goes … About a half-hour after she went to bed tonight, she emerged from her room, pointing to Genesis 4:18 in the Bible she received yesterday after Confirmation, … Continue reading
The young miss, after Confirmation yesterday, chocolate in hand. It was a happy accident that she picked a green dress, gave a green scarf to her sponsor who was wearing a dress with green. Confirmation name: Hildegard. Viriditas!
I’m not a fan of the practice of taking a confirmation name. I have “Andrew,” the first apostle and my boyhood parish’s patron. But I didn’t know better in ’72. The young miss settled on Hildegard. I approve of that. … Continue reading
Hitting the road in a few hours. The young miss gets a cardiology check-up in Kansas City twice a year, and tomorrow morning is the first of these in 2013. That these fall during the school year is a slight … Continue reading
The post title is how the doctors in Florida described my sister-in-law. I want to thank all those who prayed for her and for my wife and our family. It looked very bleak on Good Friday: taking her off the … Continue reading
Last night, I almost exhausted myself shovelling a walking path to the street. Ames got ten inches yesterday, but the drift in front of the house was well over a foot. I expected the schools to be open. I wanted … Continue reading
The much-anticipated/dreaded blizzard has struck Iowa tonight. We had some thunder and lightning with the snow. That last bit was freaky. The entire family has been holed up inside today. Despite two-thirds of us getting flu shots, we were all … Continue reading
Lately, I’ve been tapping into my assessment from forty years ago that female teens were intimidating, strange, and just a cause for worry. These days, I just can’t figure them out. Tuesday I asked the young miss, “It’s the last … Continue reading
My wife uncovered this ten-year-old image of naptime. The young miss at age five, I believe. Splinter, our last white cat. Must have been a rough day at the parish, at pre-K, and in the rat race.
The young miss with our younger cat. He cuddles unlike any other cat we’ve had. But he always has his eye out for prey.