This morning I was meditating on the parable of the prodigal son.
Let’s congratulate the Louisville Cardinals for winning the Big East regular-season title. Last night they went into the belly of West Virginia, and bested the Mountaineers with a smile.
It is a little hard to believe that, just one short year ago, the Georgetown Hoyas were the Big East regular-season champions. But let us not dwell on such things. Nostalgia can be so bitter.
To give you my own personal feeling: As far as I am concerned, it has always been all about the Big East tournament anyway. For me the NCAA tournament is an afterthought.
No Fears and No Pride
Abraham Lincoln is 200 years old. The Capitals lost a heartbreaker in Madison Square Garden on a shootout last night. And we are NOT worried about any Friday the Thirteenth.
To fear Friday the 13th is a type of superstition. “Divination” seeks knowledge about the course of events from dates, signs in the sky, or other auguries.
God provides for us every day of every month. To be afraid of Friday the 13th is a sin against the First Commandment.
Nonetheless, if you have an orange bathmat or doormat, make sure to use it on Saturday.
Stomp on anything orange, especially between noon and 2:00 p.m…
…How did Notre Dame just manage to beat Louisville by 33 points?
…Okay, here is today’s homily:
A man leaves his father and mother and clings to his wife, and the two of them become one flesh (Genesis 2:24)