If I had been paying attention BEFORE this week started, I would have realized it was going to be GIVEAWAY CENTRAL.
There’s still time to enter to get one of these three great books:
The American Bible Challenge: A Daily Reader - you have until Monday to enter your name (at which point, I will have another post going live, because I have 8 weeks of that fun, oh boy!).
Recipe for Joy: A Stepmom’s Story of Finding Faith, Following Love, and Feeding a Family - enter by next Wednesday to win one of the five copies I have to give away by sharing your favorite family meal or family tradition in the comments at that post.
Blessed, Beautiful, and Bodacious: Celebrating the Gift of Catholic Womanhood - you have until next Friday to enter to win a book that I think I can safely call one of the best I’ll read in 2013.
turned to this:
It appears to be either:
(a) a third child collapse-where-you-are thing
(b) a male the-nap-will-come-no-matter-what thing
(c) some combination of exhaustion factors.
I can’t decide.
I’m in the habit of writing weeklyish at the New Evangelizers blog, and this week, I wrote one that either opened a conversation or a can of worms. What do you think?
It’s the dogma of our curent culture: follow your heart. It’s such a part of who we think we are, of how we think we should make decisions, of what we strive to reach, that we’ve accepted it as capital-t True.
But it’s not true. At all.
Follow your heart to…NOT heaven.
If you’re aiming for heaven, then your heart isn’t the best guide to get there. For that matter, I don’t think your heart’s a good judge of happiness or satisfaction much of the time, either. The path to hell may be paved with good intentions, and I’ll bet it’s also lined with people who followed their hearts.
Speaking of reading you should do, how about this little dose of delightful?
It’s the latest book by Karl Bjorn Erickson, Toupeé Mice, and it’s every bit as delightful as the cover makes it seem.
It’s the tale of a mouse who really just wants to sing in the church choir but is so misunderstood. (He’s a rodent. I can’t blame the humans, myself.) Consequently, he lands an adventure of both survival and finding a way to get back to the church choir. He just wants to praise God with the gift he’s been given!
The sidekicks he finds are as charming as they are unexpected (and I forgive them for being rodents, and so will you by the end of the book). It’s not a long book, and it’s designed to be middle grade.
I have intentions of hiding this in a place where my 8-year-old will find it and devour it.
In the area of things that made my day, a dear blogging friend of mine, Julie the Happy Catholic, emailed me as I was sort of slugging around and trying to be “joyful” and “cheerful” and…well, not maybe doing so well.
… doing a list of Catholic Basics for our RCIA graduates … your Catholic Family Fun is under the section “Catholic Home.”
your book is something I think our American culture has lost (never mind the Catholics). Imaginative, inexpensive ways to have fun together.
And THAT made me realize that, HOLY COW, has it really been almost a year since we launched that book? Really?
So, because maybe you are looking for ways to keep your Catholic family amused, here’s a bit about Catholic Family Fun: A Guide for the Adventurous, Overwhelmed, Creative, or Clueless.
Discover how game night/day meets Catholicism. It’s a guidebook and a solution to your problems.
If you’re like me, you’re struggling with juggling a thousand things.
Do you have time for another thing on your to-do list?
Well, if you’re like me, you can’t afford NOT to prioritize your family…
And it has a snazzy cover. Though, as my 8-year-old points out every time she sees it, they forgot Daddy’s beard.
I’m glad Julie reminded me about it…because frankly, I think we could use a dose of Catholic family fun around our casa!
Soooo…I’ve been stacking up stuff in my Instapaper and not reading them. I thought, for some strange reason, that the day would come sooner rather than later when I would get back to blog reading and fun sharing.
I’m sure that day will come. But, in the words my 8-year-old just shared, “Popsicles and Arthur make everything better.” So there you go. Maybe it makes sense someway somehow.
Have a great weekend!
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