tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137112387537072703.comments2023-07-09T04:56:13.720-07:00Discern the CallFranciscan Friars - Province of St. Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063750963621852906noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137112387537072703.post-45559564945564514452016-01-14T12:45:12.155-08:002016-01-14T12:45:12.155-08:00Good site.Good site.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137112387537072703.post-69184187124686699902014-08-13T18:48:29.084-07:002014-08-13T18:48:29.084-07:00Thank you for your kind words. Grandmothers are t...Thank you for your kind words. Grandmothers are true blessings. They are often the ones who plant the seeds of faith within our lives. May your grandmother's continued prayers in heaven bring forth life within that seed. <br /><br />May the Lord bless you on your journey of faith called life.<br /><br />Peace and all good,<br />Bro. Scott Slattum, OFMScott Slattum, OFMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12590595543383829128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137112387537072703.post-66242751822180971892014-08-13T18:27:17.545-07:002014-08-13T18:27:17.545-07:00Oh My God! I am sitting in a camp site, on the edg...Oh My God! I am sitting in a camp site, on the edge of a lake, in AL. And this post reminds me of my confusion when my Grandma passed. She was a homebound member of her local parish. New and never had the joy of sharing the host with others. Her priest faithfully came weekly, but she never new her new community. I was young then and didn't understand why ladies I never met, and I know my Grandma never knew, would weep at her mass. Now I know she was a warrior for Christ my Lord and Savior, in prayer. I never understood why she grabbed her missel and rosary so quickly. Thank you so very very much Brother.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com