The other evening we went to dinner with our neighbors, followed by coffee and dessert at our house. My neighbor was in a nostalgic mood and reminisced about her grandmother, a Nebraska farm woman who led the rough subsistence lifestyle common in those day
The banquet honors individuals, couples and groups who are nominated by their fellow Catholics as exemplifying the spirit of Saint Francis, a spirit of humble service and stewardship. A panel of volunteers evaluates the nominations without knowing names or parishes. It’s never an easy task to choose the finalists, said Evans-Dineen, who called the 33 nominees wonderful and said “we wish we could have had 33 recipients.”
Once again, this time of year is a good time to reassess this consumption problem we (and by “we” I mean “I”) have, because it’s a moral hazard on the road ahead.
When someone contacts the office of Anchorage Archbishop Paul Etienne, the person they likely reach first is Kim Bakic, the archbishop’s energetic and efficient executive administrative assistant.
There were no survivors among the 19 passengers, and recovery was deemed unrealistic. The report on the 1952 crash was filed away as classified material. But to a large Catholic family in Kansas, the death of Daniel Blasi — one of 17 children — remained a deep well of sorrow, loss and mystery spanning 65 years.
My “go-to” book was a good but lengthy choice: “Jesus, A Pilgrimage,” by Jesuit Father James Martin. I find his books rarely disappoint.
Although a tribunal can deal with any matter of canon law, Father Travers said “99.9 percent” of the issues brought before the Archdiocese of Anchorage tribunal are questions of marriage validity.
Leiner said that in the 18-24 year age bracket, 80 percent of young adults will leave the faith. And that doesn’t apply just to Catholics. Most mainline Christian faiths are experiencing what Leiner describes as “students bleeding out from faith.”
Deacon Mick Fornelli, the director of the office of deacon ministry, said formation is a five-year process in which candidates continue to ask themselves, “Is God calling me to function as a deacon?”
The other night, in my dream my husband and I were standing in front of our garage door at our old house in Anchorage. As we pulled the door down, we discovered crude swastikas had been scrawled on the door’s panels with black paint. We looked at each other in horror, and that’s when I awakened.