This is one of the most amazing pet videos I’ve ever seen.
H/T: Julie, the Happy Catholic.
Archive for December, 2008
While listening to an EWTN program via podcast, I heard this audio spot regarding an international petition by “pro-choice” folks to the United Nations, to make abortion an international human right. I was greatly outraged! Why would anybody want to make the mass murder of unborn children a “right“?
The audio spot, narrated by Jerry Usher from Catholic Answers, urges everyone to sign a counter-petition to recognize, respect and protect the dignity and rights of unborn children. Unlike the Fight FOCA petition, which is only open to US citizens, this one is open to everybody from anywhere on the face of the Earth.
If you value life. If you believe that the dignity and rights of EVERY human individual should be recognized, respected and protected. PLEASE! Go to www.humanrightsforunborn.com right NOW, and sign the petition for Rights and Dignity of the Human Person and the Family.
Tags: Announcements
With the bombardment of the sexual revolution all around us, it is refreshing to see some who take their faith and chastity seriously.
Reported by the Chicago Sun Times: So what is it like to kiss a girl for the first time ever, after she has become your wife?
“It was surreal,” said Claudaniel “CD” Fabien… after his marriage to Melody LaLuz Fabien on Saturday….
Claudaniel, 30, and Melody, 28, had pledged to be abstinent before marriage — but went a little further by agreeing not to kiss each other on the lips before their union was official.
Why so strict? They didn’t even want to get close to temptation, instead waiting until the minister said the magic words: “NOW, you may kiss the bride.”…
Both Claudaniel and Melody Fabien are abstinence educators – Claudaniel for the nonprofit Confederation of Spanish American Families. Melody is director of the “What’s Good” program for the LYDIA Home Association, a Christian service agency. Both teach abstinence programs within the Chicago Public Schools. Read The entire story here.
~ Via Jill Stanek.
H/T: Jean from Catholic Fire
Tags: Inspirational
According to WordPress, this is my 100th post. 
So for this special “occasion” I thought I’ll post about something interesting and meaningful.
I’m not sure why, but somehow Catholics (and even some non-Catholics) have a special fascination with conversion stories and/or vocation stories. I came across this vocation story of Father Philip Powell, OP, as posted on his blog, Domine, da mihi hanc aquam…
I was born a poor white child. . .in rural Mississippi. Sorry, couldn’t resist. Nonetheless, it’s true.
Both sides of my family are Mississippi delta cotton farmers. Though no one farms now, both of my grandfathers planted cotton. My mother and all of her sisters “chopped cotton.” My dad drove a tractor. All of them went to church. My mother’s family went to the Baptist Church and my dad’s family went to the Methodist Church.
My first memory of church goes back to the sixth grade when my mom and dad sent me and my little brother to Vacation Bible School. Mostly I remember being the only kid that week who had not “accepted Jesus into his heart as his personal Lord and savior.” Come Friday, feeling the pressure, I walked the aisle, said the necessary things, and walked back to my pew complete with Jesus. It didn’t take.
For the most part my family back then was not a church-going bunch. We went occasionally, but mostly we spent Sundays working in the gardens, the yards, doing necessary work around the house and farm. Sometime my sophomore year, mom and dad decided to start going to church again. They chose a United Methodist Church in the largest town near us. It was the local “bankers’ and doctors’” church. Lots of old money. Lots of nice cars. Lots of snooty glances at the rubes from the woods. I hated it. We stopped going after about six months.
That next year I went to Mexico with my junior Spanish class. We cut and sold firewood from my family’s property to pay for the trip. Our teacher, a Catholic woman, helped us with the hard labor and with our Spanish. Up until we got to the National Cathedral and the Shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe, the trip had been a bust for me. My roommates were jerks. I didn’t have much money. And my Spanish was rotten. When we arrived at the plaza in front of the cathedral, one of a hundred tour buses packed full of tourists, I stood up and started to the front of the bus like a robot. One more stop, one more site, snap a pic, get back on the cool bus. Little did I know. . .
Read Father Philip’s vocation story in its entirety here.
Tags: Catholic, Inspirational
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