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I’m a big believer in the adage that most of human history can be described in two sentences: 1. “What could it hurt?” followed shortly thereafter by 2. “How was I supposed to know?” One of the reasons I so much appreciate the Catholic Church is that its lifeblood is

I once read an interview with Garrison Keillor in which he recounted going to a funeral. During the final prayers, the minister prayed for the deceased—“and for the next person here who is going to die.” He said that most of the guests were outraged and offended, but that he

Christmas is closely associated with coziness, and reasonably so. It happens at the time of year (in the northern hemisphere) when we are all snugged up like badgers while it snows, blows and rains outside. What with all the lights, hot chocolate, lovely fires, and beautiful music of the time