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The Rosary Is Not a Background Prayer
The Rosary is not a background prayer. It is not a string of beads you keep in a drawer for emergencies. It is not a Catholic version of a short verse you can scroll past and still claim you prayed. The Rosary is a full way of walking through the life of Jesus with Mary. Each decade asks you to stay with one scene long enough for the story to do its work. That is why it still teaches the Gospel better than a line on a screen.
By Overdrive Records21 days ago in Journal
UNPOPULAR OPINION: Shane Gillis
UNPOPULAR OPINION: Shane Gillis, Gym Culture, and the Art of Not Blaming Just One Side Should Shane Gillis have called women whores because of the way they dress at the gym? No. Absolutely not. But does that mean women get a free pass from criticism when it comes to the culture they help create? Also no.
By Lilithea Adasia23 days ago in Journal
What Is Entailed In "Psychophysiology" From A Leadership And Sageship Perspective
Written by a human, for humans, always. What is "Psychophysiology"? It is a question that I am asked frequently when I talk about how important it is in Sageship...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHM24 days ago in Journal
No Place For Hate
When I came to work on Monday earlier this week a coworker of mine came up to me and a group of other cohorts and said “so apparently some neo nazis held a rally this weekend.” Most of our responses varied around the realm of “oh really?” Then he preceded to show us a video that a friend of his who was an anti protester against this white supremacist group has sent him when he counter protested against them that day.
By Joe Pattersonabout a month ago in Journal
Unpacking More Than Boxes
The blank page has been staring back at me for days , heavy with everything I haven't known how to say. Every time I sit down in front of a fresh document or open a notebook, the cursor just blinks—a steady, rhythmic pulse that feels less like an invitation and more like an accusation. The words are there, somewhere beneath the surface, but they feel jammed behind a fortress of moving boxes, logistical chaos, and the lingering residue of a life transition that took far more out of me than I ever anticipated. It is a frustrating, heavy kind of silence. It’s the kind of silence where your mind is screaming with a thousand different thoughts, memories, and unspoken grievances, yet your hands freeze the moment your fingers hover over the keys.
By Brooke Kallamabout a month ago in Journal








