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I have to be honest. When those tapes were released last week featuring presidential candidate Donald Trump saying horrible things about women’s privates, I listened in along with everyone else, waiting for him to say something unexpected.
All tagged God
And what of our enemies?
"It hurts so much" read the headline on cnn.com yesterday as I stopped by to catch up on the latest news regarding the mass shooting in Orlando. And I think that pretty much sums it up for most of us.
Where we really lost ourselves (a response to the 'Lost America' article)
Last week, I was one of the many thousands who shared an article on social media by Kyle R. Reyes entitled Enjoy your transgender bathrooms. We just lost America. In it, Reyes highlights many of the problems we’re currently facing as a society, pointing out that we’re fearful and anxious, because perhaps we were wrong about one of our main assumptions. He writes:
To Know What Love Is (Want Me To Show You?)
I didn’t want to get all confrontational with this woman, and I tried to avoid it, but she just wouldn't take the hint. Over the years, she had sent me several Facebook friend requests, and I had declined every single one of them. We didn’t know each other at all, and by this point, I preferred it that way.
Caitlyn Jenner and the Case for "Siya"
As I started writing about h… Jenner… I found myself pausing at several H’s, having minor panic attacks trying to decide which gender-specific pronoun to use. Him? Her? H-h-h-h…
The Church, The Pedophiles, and the Filipino Party Tree
“A friend of mine was ordained a Roman Catholic Priest up in Atlanta, so I went up and celebrated with him and some of my other friends. It was really awesome.”
“Oh that’s cool!”
“Yeah!”
“Did you tell him to stay away from little boys?”
Stunned and deadpan. “No. I didn’t.”
Beautifully Tacky
I had a moment during Mass yesterday when I was staring up at the high, arched ceiling of the ornate sanctuary trying to decide if I thought it beautiful or tacky (often a fine line) and having the profound and amusing thought/prayer of, "What am I doing in a Catholic Church? ...in Columbus, Georgia? I did not see this coming."