Remember learning in third grade that the Native Americans used every part of the buffalo? The hide, the hooves, the horns, the organs, the bones, the sinew, and of course the meat—it was all put to good use, and helped them survive. Nothing went to waste, not even the waste! They burned that for fuel.
Well, being a Catholic is kind of like that. Who could possibly find a use for a leaky pipe, a suicidal van, a five-year-old boy who routinely goes berserk, a bulging waistline, a wrenched back and another sleepless night, or fleas?
Who but God?
I certainly don’t want all of those things; I have no use for them at all. But when they come rumbling across the landscape at me in herds, I can...READ MORE