Last September, I wrote a story on a friend’s decade-long struggle with drug abuse. Now, I feel the time has come to tell you the ending.
I love to look at beautiful things. Materialism isn’t my vice – I don’t want to own all of them – but when the mundane day-to-day drags me down, I need a burst of beauty to regain creativity.
Last week during our staff meeting, Marcy, Anita and I were talking about Christmas. We commented on people’s demeanor, and agreed many of the people we are encountering are just not in a good mood.
During the early ‘80s, when I moonlighted as a disc jockey at a country music station in Rapid City, South Dakota, my Advent was defined by one song and Christmas by another.
Of the 21 canons in church law that pertain to the duties of a diocesan bishop, none specifically addresses his role as publisher of the diocesan newspaper – a role he traditionally assumes.