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By Rebecca Teti

Weekend: Got Any Good News to Share?

Big or small, do you have something good to pass along -- an answered prayer, a kindness received, an occasion to celebrate? Let's talk about it this weekend.

(Join each day’s Coffee Talk discussion: Mon: Parenting; Tues: Open Forum; Wed: NFP; Thu: Marriage; Fri: Education; Sat/Sun: Changing Roles)

Rebecca Teti


  • My good news for the day is that God is merciful and always ready to give us another chance! I'm headed to confession, and grateful that I have the opportunity and means to do so. How about you? Best kind of "do over" we have.

    Posted on Jun 29th, 2013 at 3:26 PM by Mary Therese

  • I agree, Mary Therese, our access to God's mercy through the sacrament of Confession is very good news. And it's one that I will have to take advantage of a lot this summer, because the heat and humidity turn me into the wicked witch of the west. My good news is that tonight there is good cloud cover and a little breeze, so I have my windows open instead of listening to my roaring window AC units.

    Posted on Jun 29th, 2013 at 6:37 PM by Claire S

  • Absolutely, Mary Therese. And what a beautiful name, by the way. I too hit the confessional tonight and felt cleansed and blessed. I'm thankful that God moves so many of his children to become priests and act as good shepherds to help us in our journey to God.

    Posted on Jun 29th, 2013 at 8:31 PM by Keri

  • quietly sublimation mutual assistance.As studies continue to leave and suddenly find that we are older, we have to down to earth to face the future. Our time to shake hands with the campus, with a payment cards, which devoted a blessing to each other and care. We left the school this tree, such as patches of autumn leaves, the separation of Li song, drift in to corner the horizon. Whenever retrospect those years time, there will always be a few drops of tears Yingying, it is bliss, miss, is unable to let go of some Love. Today, the face of complex society, there is always a sigh from the heart, that we can not go back in time. There is always a call from the depths of the soul, the students of those years you been? In those years the teacher, there is no added a few gray hairs? Often written into the mind thoughts, not for lost years, only for those of our youth.Now you and I [wrote]In the current society, we are forced to hold down, often cruel reality exceeded our expectations. With the expansion of materialism, secular thin cold, our hearts have been changed a lot. We have their own small home, have their own children, is no longer a fantasy for us. For a better start, in order to share the responsibility of shoulder, running in their dust. The pressures of life make us less of Xu memories, just occasionally caused inner feelings in a song or scene in one place, then we will remember, remember those years of warm, remember that no disturbance of fame innocence.Years the pace driving dust in their trip, in contact with all kinds of people, but also learned to package themselves, learn the perfunctory, learn the evolution of the various mask. In such performances gradually numb, not so pure of heart, blind running in contaminated covered vanity, fame and fortune that the temptation rebirth ridden confrontation, already see their profile. In fact, carefully think about it, we really happy? You are lost a lot of it? If life is a drama, then who is behind the leader? Vanity, fame and fortune, or excessive doubts? We play outside the movies as a clown plays a variety of roles, while we watch a movie while acting slowly in a sluggish performance, the sink in the fame and fortune. That we are all vulnerable, society was inadvertently changed.Finally one day inadvertently Looking back, found already lost to when the road. Hundred thousand turn back hard self, wandering blindly grasp exactly what? How much have you lost it? Should time be able to stay a while, if you can allow yourself a quiet corner, deep thought, vanity Why? Why joys and sorrows? Valente PASSING, the number of old time, travel rush, mottled how much time, ask the wind, the wind silent, ask clouds, rain fall, only that old song singing in the dust.Time on the walk, there are many stories belong to us? Life kept repeating rub shoulders and leave, and every bloom cycle are validated

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