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At our house, we have a little critter box full of stick bugs, whose sole task in life is to eat the ivy leaves we give them, to excrete itsy-bitsy stick bug pellets and (one presumes) to occasionally contribute to the gene pool of stick bugdom. I can think of

God himself has willed that Creation be a sign to us of himself. So it is not strange that the immensity of a starry night remind us of God’s immensity and glory. It is no surprise that the beauty of the heavens reminds us of the beauty of Heaven. It

I interact with a wide variety of Catholics in my line of work, and, sad to say, not all of them are cheering representatives of the Faith. Recently, I ran across (not for the first time, sadly) a fellow who was pining for the “good old days” of casual anti-semitism.