I felt sorry for the three kings in our nativity scene. To keep things liturgically sound, we didn't actually move them into the scene by the manger until the Solemnity of the Epiphany of our Lord which was celebrated last Sunday. But every year we always take down all of our Christmas decorations on Epiphany. So basically the kings only get 15-minutes of fame each year. At least that's long enough for a photo op. Sorry, fellas.
Whenever I think of the three kings, I always regret that for most of my life I misunderstood the lyrics to the song We Three Kings. As everyone except for me has always known, the first line is, "We three kings of orient are bearing gifts we traverse afar." But I always used to sing, "We three kings of orient are bearing gifts we traveled so far." Go figure.
Taking down the Christmas decorations isn't usually a bloody affair. But I realized last weekend that it was a bad idea that I had strung some of our outside lights across a thorny rose bush. Dang, that bush got me good!
My 14-month-old daughter is even smarter than I thought. One of her Christmas gifts was a really cool Noah's Ark with lots of wooden animals to stick inside. The other day she somehow got her hands on a small Bible we had in the kitchen and wisely shoved it inside the ark with the animals. Good thinking, kid!
The flu is taking its toll on religion. By recommendation of our diocese, our church suspended the distribution of the Blood during communion at Mass. Normally I only receive the Body at communion (except when I'm serving as an Extraordinary Minister of Holy Communion) since receiving one way or the other fully "counts." But still, it's a shame to have to shake things up during such a powerful moment of the Mass.
Wow, that St. Francis of Assisi knows what he's doing. He really can talk to the animals. That seems to be what was happening during the deep freeze the other day. We have a statue of St. Francis in our backyard. And a couple of different times, my wife spotted a cat we've never seen before hanging out by the statue as the bitter cold winds howled.
Does Jay Leno still do funny newspaper headlines? If so, someone should send this one in. The headline itself is not funny; in fact it's quite scary. It's the automatically generated ad, appearing in the worst possible place, that caught my attention:
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