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Some of you may remember a folk rock band from BC that was moderately popular in the 1990s named Spirit of the West. One of their hits was titled “Political”. Detailing the sentiments of one looking back on a failed relationship, the chorus queried “Why did everything, every little thing, every little thing between you and me have to be so political?” 

Sending toddlers to school more minus than plus

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“We know that we've stolen a year of childhood right around the Western world, the year of five, when our little ones are still supposed to be largely running around outside building sandcastles, and pretending they're unicorns or dragons.” Australian author Maggie Dent spoke these words on Janet Lansbury’s parenting podcast Unruffled. “We stole that year and when we did that, the pressure for you to get your kid ready for school has intensified and yet the capacity for our children to accelerate their development on any level hasn't changed at all.” 

Our hope is Christ’s presence, not reviving the past

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In an interview which the historian Frank Linderman recounted, Plenty Coups, traditional chief of the Crow Nation, refused to speak of his life after the destruction of the buffalo. The chief’s story did not include the years between the passing of the buffalo until his death in 1932. 

God is there for our photo finish

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The age has lost its youth, and the times begin to grow old.

2 Esdras 14: 10

Recently my executive assistant pointed out that the photo I was using for my column was … out of date. Her diplomatic wording sounded more like: “You are waaaay older than you were when the photo was taken. You should change it. Truth in advertising.” It did force me to confront the reality of aging.

People profit from Soaring Prophets’ podcast

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In a small town in Ontario, the Holy Spirit is working in a big way through two Catholic men with phones, a couple of cameras, and some microphones.

Smearing of Campaign Life demands action

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We live in an altered universe in which some have the power to destroy a group or individual without proof but with vile labels. Worse, they are funded by our federal government with your tax dollars.

They are the arbiters what may be expressed and what should be suppressed, and even what may be believed. Some call it cancel culture. It should be called what it is: bigotry.

Leaving the Church is abandoning your Mother

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Have you ever been tempted to leave the Catholic Church? Don’t. Ever. For any reason. Why not? Because: *Extra ecclesiam nulla salus*, “There is no salvation outside the Catholic Church”.

Olympic spirit outshone moments of disgrace

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As a young man of 16, and a competitive high school gymnast, I was thrilled to get a job at the Montreal Olympics. Organizers were desperate for staff, so I was put in the bar stand at the basketball arena, an under-aged kid blissfully selling beer to thirsty patrons.

Tender moments of tending our gardens

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The etymology of tending is from the Latin “tendere” to stretch, in a certain direction. What a fabulous way to think about the way we care!

Marriage is communion not mere contract

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Perhaps nowhere in society is the loss of the sacred more evident than in marriage and in the wedding ceremonies which solemnify a marriage.

Seeing ourselves in ever-changing stories

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This spring, I got an itch for change, and I cut my hair. Sixteen inches of curls lay on the floor. I instantly felt so much lighter. And as I went about my life, it was a big enough change that I didn’t recognize my own reflection. I walked by the microwave in the kitchen or a window on the street and did a double take to see myself clearly. And then I realized that this was also happening inside myself.