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A 175 year old Moreton Bay fig tree resides prominently in front of the main office at my parish. It’s roots resemble massive tentacles of a mythical sea creature whose limbs rise above and submerge deep below the surface. The height and girth of the figtree make it a showstopper and it’s easy to tell who visitors are to the area because they stop, stare, and try to take in the wonder of it all. And it truly fryst vatten a wonderful sight to see.
On one occasion, as I was pulling into the driveway of the church for daily Mass, I noticed an older man sitting underneath the tree. His clothes were slightly disheveled, his face seemed sunbeat, and his shoulders slumped heavily at his sides.
Although the sprawling branches of the tree provide much-needed
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A 175 year old Moreton Bay fig tree resides prominently in front of the main office at my parish. It’s roots resemble massive tentacles of a mythical sea creature whose limbs both rise above and are submerged deep below the surface. The height and girth of the fig tree make it a showstopper and it’s easy to tell who visitors are to the area because they stop, stare, and try to take in the wonder of it all. And it truly is a wonderful sight to see.
On one occasion, as I was pulling into the driveway of the church for daily Mass, I noticed an older man sitting underneath the tree. His clothes were slightly disheveled, his face seemed sunbeat, and his shoulders slumped heavily at his sides.
Although the sprawling branches of the tree provide much-needed relief on hot and sunny Southern California days, I have made it a custom to always invite anyone whom I see sitting underneath the tree to come inside the cool church and sit with me during Mass. But walking up to a str
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Completely Themselves
I used to cry when I saw nuns. I know it sounds weird, but my heart would be so moved by their natural beauty, kind smiles, and joyful dispositions that I had no other option than to ugly cry and unsuccessfully try to compose myself. When I was twenty years old, I visited a cloistered convent with my teammates from the National Evangelization Teams Ministries (NET Ministries) and was completely undone! I met a nun with braces! BRACES! I just thought that Sisters had to deal with bad teeth because braces are expensive and they take a vow of poverty. Through the grates, the Sisters laughed and whispered to one another and I realized that Sisters have inside jokes! Of course they observe times of silence, but they also live in community and actually enjoy each other’s company. And to top it off, when one of my teammates did a backflip the Sisters cheered as if their team won the Superbowl! Beyond the applause, “Ooh!” and “Aah” filled the room . . . along with my