Monthly Archives: January, 2016

Year in Review: 2015

My grand plans for reflecting on my year while I was on vacation came to nothing, and the year started off with so much energy that I could never quite sneak it in until now. There is one bright spot. Part of the beauty of having a detailed personal calendar, a blog, and a habit of monthly reviews is that I can review my year much more quickly than I might otherwise.

2015 written with sparklers

I usually write my “year in review” post by summarizing the major events of each month. But I already do that. You can read my tl;dr posts to get that. I re-read them myself, and I found it encouraging and enlightening. I forgot about being nominated for a Sheenazing award! I forgot that I successfully managed 7 posts in 7 days! Those were both early in the year, so they’re the farthest back in my memory and therefore most likely to be forgotten, but still. There’s something to be said for having that kind of summary easily available.

A few years ago, Sarah Mackenzie from Amongst Lovely Things hosted a “most” posts link-up. That seems like a good way to approach 2015 from the perspective of my blog.

  • Post with the most clicks: Easy. I am not big on SEO, but I must be on to something with my Catholic calendar posts, because last year’s was easily my most popular.
  • Post with the most comments: There’s a continuing debate over the usefulness of blog comments. Several bloggers have closed their comment sections and shifted everything to Facebook and Twitter. I am not one of them, so my post with the most comments (counting trackback links) was “How I Became an Apostle of Prayer”.
  • Post with the best picture: I’ve always struggled with illustrating blog posts. I started blogging way back in the day when most posts did not even have titles (just dates). My headshot from “What I Wore Sunday: Double Dipping” became my new profile photo, so that’s a good one. For a picture that is not of me, I love the Business Baby meme from “7 Quick Takes with Business Baby, Beats Per Minute, and Being Next to the Lake”.
  • Post that was hardest to write: I wrote a completely different middle for Not Alone Series: Encouragement for Men, and then I erased the whole thing and started over. It was tough to balance my desire to share my heart and my real experiences with the desire to protect the privacy of the men whose stories I wanted to tell.
  • Post that was your personal favorite: I really loved my story of joining the Apostleship of Prayer, and not just because it got so many comments. I worked really hard on it, and I never expected the actual AOP staff to read it, let alone love it the way they do. I wrote it for me (and for anyone who happens to wander through my corner of the Internet). Fun fact: I have a contact form, so a couple of nice ladies from the AOP wrote me very long, very concerned letters about my love of Harry Potter. They were honestly concerned for my soul! (They have nothing to worry about, but I bet you knew that already.)

In addition to the micro, post-level, I’m also taking the long view of my year. As best as I can tell, the recurring characters of my 2015 were:

West Coast Swing: I can do other dances; I just generally don’t. (Except Two-Step, because I live in Texas and you can’t not.) I love it. I can even now say that I have been exercising about twice a week for ten months, which is a 200% increase from my previous zero times a week for my whole adult life. I plan to continue through this year, and I would like to continue Two-Step or start salsa classes.

Bible study: My spring one didn’t have any reading, so that was quite nice, although it didn’t quite feel like Bible study for that reason. The fall one definitely got me cozy with Revelation, though. This year started with the prophets. After only two sessions, I was already in love. With God.

Personal finance: I committed to a personal finance revolution when I started using YNAB in May of 2014, but once I got a month ahead on all my spending (including “spending” into savings) in early 2015, my perspective shifted to maintenance. It’s working so far, but I would like to see more growth and progress.

Blogging: I stayed committed to my regular weekly features and even found time to sneak in several guest posts elsewhere and essay-style posts here. I keep an editorial calendar, and that plus GTD helps keep me honest. This is where I nurture the “writer” part of my heart. Lindsay Loves is important to me. I hope 2016 is just as fruitful.

Friends: I’ve reached a point in my life where I’m not making as many new friends as I used to, so I have to be intentional about maintaining the friendships I already have. I still really enjoy meeting new people, but I don’t want to lose the good ones I already have. They are slowly disappearing into marriage and family (or just slipping away from me; let’s be real).

Productivity: GTD has transformed my day-to-day. I’m hoping to spend this year focusing more on the higher levels. I get things done each day and week, but are they the things I want to be doing? Are they helping me pursue my long-term goals? Are they going to get me to my vision of the future: to joy, to marriage and children, to holiness?

Speaking of marriage, my last big theme of the year was…

Marriage: Don’t panic; I didn’t get married and forget to blog about it. I did, however, realize as I was reflecting last winter that I needed to do something besides prayer and the Not Alone Series to make that vision a reality. Although it broke my heart to do it, I became a member of a specific online dating website early in the year. Consequently, I went on my first date in a long time. A very long time. So long that I’m embarrassed to admit how long. It was good for me, though, because it gave me courage and bolstered my hopefulness. I needed that to start dating the man I’m currently seeing. We’ve got a good thing going, and I’m excited about the possibilities for this year.

As I wrote on my Epiphany card (my single-lady version of a Christmas letter), 2015 was a good year. It definitely felt better than 2014. I am cautiously optimistic about what this means for 2016.

What were your recurring characters of 2015? What are you looking forward to in 2016? Any time is a good time to take a good, hard look at your life.

7 Quick Takes on Multiple Choice, Remembrance of Death, and Jeopardy!


— 1 —

I had a teensy bit of time, finally, to wrap up my 2015 year in review post. It was just too ridiculous to be publishing that in February! I’ve even already scheduled it for tomorrow, so I know it’s actually happening. #winning

— 2 —

I survived 9 Days for Life, the Texas Rally for Life, and the Week of Prayer for Christian Unity. I don’t think the convergence of those events hit me so hard last year. It was tough to add two additional sets of prayer and reflection per day—plus the act of reparation for 9 Days, which was usually more prayer—to the prayers and readings and such that I already do every day. I’m happy to do it, though, because prayer has an eternal effect, and because I can.

I’m at a place in my life where I can commit to extra prayer time, and I’ve discovered that I find great joy in things that have to happen on a regular basis. My daily reading from St. Augustine, Night Prayer, the Morning Offering for my membership in the Apostleship of the Prayer: they all help me grow in holiness. That’s the goal. That’s the one thing I know for sure that God wants me to do.

I also enjoyed the Texas Rally for Life because I got another sweet photo of the Capitol.

Still waiting for the day we don't have to do this anymore. #whywemarch #latergram #txrallyforlife

A photo posted by Lindsay Wilcox (@whatlindsayloves) on

Most of the friends I marched with in years past have moved on to actually procreating and raising tiny little lives, but I found a few buddies this year anyway. And I loved this year’s Texas Catholic Pro-Life Day t-shirt. There’s hope yet for the full pro-life spectrum to make it to the March.

— 3 —

I’m behind on my Fr. Mike videos, but I did watch another one a little while ago that I wanted to share. In it, he discusses our contemporary tendency to bring heroes down to our level rather than aspiring to be like them. That’s true for superheroes and regular human heroes. We’ve somehow created a world where Superman kills people and our “American Idol” is a briefly popular singer (exceptions: Kelly Clarkson and Carrie Underwood). A hero is no longer someone we want to be like. Most superheroes aren’t even moral people (exception: my celebrity crush, Captain America). I think we all have a sense that popular culture and morality aren’t meeting these days, but it’s nice to hear a spade called a spade.

— 4 —

I have an ever-present awareness of my own death. It’s not a weird goth thing; it’s more like a classier memento mori thing.

Some parts of it are a little weird for other people, like my devotion to the Holy Souls in Purgatory. They can’t pray themselves out! It’s all burning! I usually offer that as my intention in contexts where we get to offer prayer intentions. It inspired my ACE classmates to form a musical supergroup called “[Founder’s Name Redacted] and the Holy Souls of Purgatory.” (Yes, with an “of.”) Our professors were worried they’d offend me, but I found it charming. More publicity for them can only help, right?

Other parts are more fun, like when someone says “if I die” and I reply, “‘If‘? What do you know that I don’t know?”

Still other parts are completely classy, like Wesley Smith’s essay in this month’s First Things online, “‘Remembrance of Death’ Can Overcome ‘Death Obsession’.” His angle is rather more anti-euthansia, pro-life than mine tends to be, but I enjoyed seeing someone else promote death as not only a natural part of life (so to speak), but also something that might be beneficial to keep in mind.

— 5 —

Because very little in my life is ever normal, when my car needed to stay in the shop over the weekend for a brake light repair, I got a Camaro as a loaner. I felt ridiculous driving that thing. As my car-loving coworker said, it was like sitting in a hole, except that I also had to drive safely while I was in that hole. I barely remembered to give my roommates a heads-up that I did not actually buy the ridiculous car parked in the driveway. I don’t think I ever got the side mirrors adjusted properly. I couldn’t park it without being way too far to the left. I couldn’t even figure out how to release the front seat so I could put my bags in the backseat. It was the worst, and I am very happy to have my regular car back.

The moral of the story: Never get a sports car. I was much more comfortable in my mom’s old minivan.

— 6 —

I took the Jeopardy! test again this week. I was surprised by how much to-the-minute pop culture was on it, but that’s probably because I don’t watch the show. I gave up cable years ago, it airs in my market at 4:30 p.m., and I never bothered with a converter. I guess I have to wait until à la carte online channels become a reality.

If you don’t think that’s coming, just think about how recently you had to be in front of a TV at a specific date and time to watch a show. If you didn’t rearrange the entire rest of your life (or wrestle with VHS recording), you might never get to see that episode. Ever. That was life less than twenty years ago. This is a strange new television world, but I like it.

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I haven’t taken any kind of test besides an eye exam in a very long time, but I still have a heart for education. Thus, a Quartz article that seemed like it was about how to guess correctly on a multiple-choice test caught my eye. The gist of it is that you can’t say “always trust your first instinct” and you can’t say “never trust your first instinct.” Sometimes, changing your mind results in choosing the correct answer. Sometimes, sticking with your first guess results in choosing the correct answer. They’re about even in practice. The real takeaway from the study, though, is that we don’t remember the truth about instincts versus revisions. Memories are not all that trustworthy. The best way to decide whether to stick with your instincts or change your mind is to record how confident you were about your guess.

The moral of the story: There’s no good way to guess correctly on a multiple-choice test, and there’s definitely no way you can trust your memory.

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What I Wore Sunday: Southern Snowzilla


The weather couldn’t stay cold for me, so I went with a fall-ish outfit. The East Coast got Snowzilla; we got a blast of cold that was over by Sunday.

What I Wore Sunday, January 24

Dress, button-up, and shoes: Old Navy
Belt: Target
Necklace: holy medals, as usual
Earrings: same craft fair ones from last week

I need to get the tarnish off my jewelry soon. This was a great opportunity to wear any of the variety of non-holy medals, non-statement necklaces I own, but I couldn’t because they all need polishing.

In terms of the outfit, I have a love/hate relationship with this top. I love the pattern and the way it looks with this dress. I hate that it doesn’t entirely fit anymore, so this is the only way I can wear it. I thought about finally giving it away, but then I remembered this sheath dress that requires styling to not look boring. I love the way they go together. I hate that I can’t quit this outfit.

After that emotional wardrobing, I went to church. It’s been so long that I remember nothing except what’s in my notes, which is part of why I take notes in the first place. According to them, it was all about the lectoring, for better and for worse.

The second lector was the same one from last week, but she did not seem at all familiar with the reading. I’d pre-read it in the morning while letting my hair air-dry 1 a little bit, as usual, so I knew what was coming. I’m not sure she knew, though.

Guys. That reading. It was so long! Short readings have to be done slowly, but with the long ones, you have to vary the speed. 2 Our second lector rushed the end, the part with all the questions. She was going so quickly that she tripped over the word “interpret” twice, making it stand out even more, and not in a good way. I felt so bad for her and for the congregation. St. Paul was trying to get people to pay attention to that part, but not for that reason.

Helpfully, Deacon G did fine with the Gospel. But then Fr. Associate Pastor spoke all during his homily about how important proclamations are. Oops. Fr. AP always customizes the intro to the Gospel reading as “a proclamation from the Holy Gospel according to” whoever. I do not like that. The Mass is not a “do something different if you think it’s nice” kind of deal. So, although his customization annoys me, I felt bad for him, too, since the second reading ended so roughly.

Fr. AP even insisted in his homily that everyone stop reading along in their hymnals 3 and look at the lector during the readings. I never read along (just how I roll), but I usually look at the lector. This time, I had been intentionally not looking at her because that particular lector is always too dramatic. Our tabernacle is in a side chapel, but it’s right in my line of sight if I look straight ahead from where I usually sit. So I looked at the tabernacle the whole time.

Fr. AP’s point was that we don’t read along with any other important speeches or conversations, so we shouldn’t read along with the Word of God. I see his point, and I do that in practice, but we don’t usually have other speeches or readings pre-printed. I don’t do a ton of speaking, but I do some, and I intentionally only provide outlines. When you hand paper to people, they read it. They stop paying attention to you while they’re reading, and they definitely don’t look at you as you read what’s on the paper. 4

It was the kind of day where the homily would have been excellent under different circumstances. And this is the kind of blog post where I needed footnotes because so much was going on that inspired asides.

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  1. If you’ve ever wondered, I straighten it, but it does otherwise grow out of my head. 
  2. I’ve done Good Friday and Palm Sunday several times each, and I’ve done the fiery furnace and the story of Susanna on weekdays. I’ve earned my lectoring stripes. 
  3. Ours have the readings in them. We actually announce the correct page number right before Mass starts, since they are the hardcover kind with everything in them. I’ve never actually used them for the readings, though. 
  4. Never read straight off a PowerPoint slide. People can read. 

Not Alone Series: Spiritual Motherhood


Most of us single ladies aren’t mothers here on Earth, but that doesn’t mean we’re not mothers at all. Christianity has a long tradition of “parents” who become our leaders, protectors, guides, and counselors by spiritual means instead of physical. Do you have spiritual children? Godchildren, adults you sponsored through the RCIA, your close friends’ kids, or students? How do you build relationships with them as a mother? Have you ever spiritually adopted an unborn baby in danger of abortion, or a priest? Are all women called to be mothers?

I was partially inspired to blog on this topic by the heartbreaking story of a friend of mine. She was attacked in her home by a stranger, became pregnant, and miscarried at just 7.5 weeks. She is a mother, but most people will never even know.

I have never experienced anything like that, thanks be to God. I came to terms some time ago, though, after much struggle, with the reality that I might never have children of my own. First of all, they’re going to need a father; baby steps. Second, biology is not exactly on my side. In the meantime, I have found joy in the children God has already given me.

First among my spiritual children are my godchildren. By the broadest count, I have three! I am my brother’s godmother, I was my sister’s Confirmation sponsor, and I am also godmother to the son of my one of my oldest friends. None of them have another godparent, so it’s just me. My family doesn’t go to church, but I do, so I take very seriously the responsibility to pray for my siblings in particular. It took me a while to find my way back to God. Maybe they’re just on a longer journey.

And I really do pray for them all, specifically and by name. My trigger is that part of the Universal Prayer (a.k.a. General Intercessions) at Mass when we’re supposed to add our own intentions silently. It’s a blessing to almost have too many names to fit into that pause. Between my future husband (well, he doesn’t get named), my godchildren, and their parents, it’s a long list to fit in such a short period of time! Since I don’t see any of them regularly, the best thing I can do for them is pray.

Second among my spiritual children are my former students. I used to be a teacher. All of us teachers think of our students as “our kids.” Even the most basic educational philosophy supports the idea that schoolteachers act in loco parentis, in the place of parents. Yet I still remember the first time someone responded with surprise to that concept. I mentioned to the school secretary that “my kids” were driving me crazy (or maybe something more positive, but probably not).

“You have children?” she said, clearly shocked.

“Not my kids,” I said, gesturing down the hall. “These kids.” They were mine and not mine. I hope I did well by them in the end.

Third among my spiritual children are the not-so-little ones. I used to all-but-direct RCIA. I was never a sponsor, but I still have a special place in my heart for all our catechumens and candidates. Even the ones who ultimately decided not to enter the Church and the ones who were received elsewhere felt like my babies. My mostly college-age babies.

Right now, I only have an image of what it’s like to be a mother. I barely have a tiny morsel of what it’s like when you don’t like the choices they’re making, when they run away from you, and when they fill up so your heart so much it might burst from the joy of it all. I pray that someday God will grant me new little souls that my husband and I can mess up in our own particular way, but even if that day never comes, he has already blessed me with more motherhood than I could have ever hoped for.

Next week’s topic: Conflict and Problem-Solving

Let’s talk about problem-solving. Not just solving the problem of finding a husband, but how to approach the negative parts of a relationship. Conflict arises in every kind of relationship: romantic, familial, friendly, professional. The best defense is a good offense, so what are your tips for managing conflict? Are you non-confrontational, or do you have a fiery temper? How have you worked through problems in previous (or current) relationships? Have you learned to “fight fair”? Do you have advice for avoiding or working through conflict?

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Not Alone Series: Financial Responsibility


Money and budgeting seem to be at the top of many New Year’s plans. Finances can add stress to a relationship, but it’s obviously preferable that we know how to manage our finances before we are married, as well as have some sort of idea of how we want to share finances once we are married. What are some of your recommendations for planning your finances and budgeting your money now so that it will be less stressful down the road? Do you hope to share accounts with your spouse or have a yours/mine/ours system? How have you seen other couples manage their finances in a way that works well?

I remember very well when we talked about marriage the last year I was all-but-directing RCIA. Deacon John said, “The number one topic couples fight about is finances.” He pronounced it “fih-NAN-ces,” though, not “FI-nan-ces” like everyone else I know, so I remember it because I was bewildered for a second. Then I realized what he said and started nodding in agreement. The fact wasn’t surprising at all; it was just a pronunciation problem.

So yes, money is a big problem for everyone, not just married couples, and that’s one of the reasons I wanted to discuss this topic in the Not Alone Series. There isn’t always much we can do prepare for marriage in general (as opposed to preparing to marry a specific man), but we can absolutely improve our personal finance knowledge, skills, and practices. It’s our duty as good stewards of the time and treasure God has given us. There’s no use thinking you can put off making a budget because you’ll just let your husband handle the money. If you never get married, it’s all you.

I spent 2015 focused mostly on personal productivity and efficiency, but 2014 was all about personal finance. I hit the nadir of my rudimentary money management system when a federal holiday, paycheck timing, and my end-of-month and beginning-of-month bills collided. I panicked because I literally did not know if I would be able to pay for everything. It was the good, productive kind of panic, though, because it led me to You Need a Budget (YNAB). (And yes, everything was paid for.)

YNAB saved my financial life. I talk about it like a love story. YNAB revised its methods and software at the very end of last year, so I unfortunately can’t endorse the current web-based version and the current phrasing of the Four Rules (because I don’t use them), but YNAB 4 (a.k.a YNAB Classic) is still my jam. Read my YNAB love story, and drop me a line or comment if you want to hear more. I have the same enthusiasm for YNAB as I do for GTD, grammar, and Jesus. Maybe those shouldn’t be on the same level, but they are!

I guess my greatest financial asset is my budget. I have a budget, it’s a good budget, and it works. I can point to literal thousands of dollars in cash that I have saved and spent on needs and wants. I don’t live paycheck-to-paycheck. My net worth is positive. I haven’t had to access my Baby Emergency Fund (I read The Total Money Makeover) since I finished building it. I have no credit card debt, and I’ve paid for Christmas in cash for the last two years. I just paid for a couple of car repairs in cash and without blinking, and although I have student loan debt, I have a plan to pay it off early. Based on my experience, I am convinced that zero-balance budgeting is the only way to live.

My only other marriage-related financial advice is to never have a “yours, mine, and ours” system. Marriage is supposed to be about total self-giving, right? I hear plenty about how that includes your fertility, but I almost never hear about how that includes your money, too. Yeah, it’s scary not having a contingency plan, and it’s scary giving up control, but isn’t it all a little bit scary? I say just go ahead and toss in financial risk with all the other risks you’re taking going into marriage, because holding back your money is a risk in itself. On a practical level, I also agree with YNAB that having multiple bank accounts that you use for specific purposes adds unnecessary complexity to financial management, which is already complex.

My money management philosophy used to be to just work, pay everything, always be a little confused, and hope for the best. No more. Now, I am on top of it. Take note, potential husbands: the faint of financial heart need not apply.

Next week’s topic: Spiritual Motherhood

Most of us single ladies (and many married women) aren’t mothers here on Earth, but that doesn’t mean we’re not mothers at all. Christianity has a long tradition of “parents” who become our leaders, protectors, guides, and counselors by spiritual means instead of physical. Do you have spiritual children? Godchildren, adults you sponsored through the RCIA, your close friends’ kids, or students? How do you build relationships with them as a mother? Have you ever spiritually adopted an unborn baby in danger of abortion, or a priest? Are all women called to be mothers?

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You, Too, Can Discern the Will of God (Review of Fr. Mike Schmitz and Peter Kreeft)

A little over a year ago, I reviewed a book about discernment, decision-making, and the will of God by a non-Catholic Bible scholar and teacher, Gary Friesen. I haven’t run out of things to discern in the meantime, though, so this year, I decided to share some Catholic advice. In the spirit of teaching to all levels and encouraging the wise stewardship of one’s time, I offer you a video by Fr. Mike Schmitz and an article by Peter Kreeft. Your first point of discernment is whether to learn from both or just one!

"If your heart loves God, it is worth following. If it doesn't, then you're not interested in the problem of discernment of his will anyway." —Peter Kreeft

Since this is the 21st century and Internet attention spans are short, Fr. Mike Schmitz recorded a brief video to answer a question on many young minds (and some not-so-young ones). He is one of my favorite preachers, hands-down. Not all priests are good at giving homilies, and still fewer can also preach outside of Mass. He nails it. His main focus is campus ministry, but I never feel like he’s talking down to me. Yes, it is a vertical video, but in under 8 minutes, Fr. Mike manages to give 3 excellent guiding questions for discernment.

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What I Wore Sunday: Hey, Shorty!


We had some winter again this weekend, although it was 75 degrees on Friday afternoon. I went outside to make some phone calls (because I work in a cube), I did not take my coat, and it was perfectly pleasant. Then the cold came back, so my winter clothes came back for Sunday.

What I Wore Sunday, January 17

Dress, shirt, and sweater: Old Navy
Leggings: Target
Boots: Lauren Conrad
Necklace: holy medals
Earrings (barely visible, as usual): Renaissance festival; I love handmade jewelry
Accidental photobomber: one of my roommates

The bad thing about blogging what you wear every Sunday is that you are acutely aware when you’re repeating an outfit basically piece for piece. The good thing is that you know it’s a good outfit because you already wore it. I have been seeing this combo in my Related Posts section for weeks now, so I finally took the opportunity to wear it. I think that was a good call. My accidentally photobombing roommate complimented it, but I don’t think she ever saw it last year.

On the other hand, I don’t think I wore this to lector last time. I swear I checked the mirror before I left, but when I got home, I was very surprised at how short it looks! I usually don’t mind having long legs, but I hate that hemlines that look perfectly adorable on average-proportioned women become scandalously short on me. At least leggings came back into style. They make this dress (kind of) church-appropriate. And I’m just the right height for maxi skirts. No tripping here!

We had Fr. Pastor for Mass last night. I didn’t get to chat with him since we didn’t have a deacon; I arrived during a serious server huddle. I was very glad to be the first lector, since that was a piece of cake compared to being any level of altar server. I did have trouble finding the before-Mass announcement sheet, but that was it. Something moves or changes about once a quarter, and they don’t always remember to let us mere mortals know about it. Although I struggled with the announcements, I nailed my reading, so hopefully people will only remember that part.

In his homily, Fr. Pastor said that wine represents joy, so when the Blessed Virgin Mary says there’s no more wine, there’s no more joy. Sad times. Joy’s my favorite. He noted that when we throw a party and the wine runs out, everyone leaves, and the party’s over. (That has yet to happen at one of my parties, but I seem to be attending more baptism and baby birthday parties than the late-night kind these days, anyway.) Averting disaster, Jesus makes enough wine for all the rest of the weddings in Cana that year. I feel like I’ve heard the sheer quantity pointed out before, but I forgot. That is a lot of wine. That is a lot of joy.

Fr. Pastor gives long homilies (especially compared to Fr. Associate Pastor), so I can’t always remember the takeaways, but I do remember his point that the jars were always there and full of water. If they hadn’t invited Jesus in the first place, they would have had plenty of water and an equivalent amount of shame. Thus, inviting Jesus to share in celebrations of joy will bring more joy and cast out sorrow.

I feel like this Sunday should get a special name. The first epiphany (the arrival of the Magi) gets one. The second epiphany (the Baptism of the Lord) gets one. I nominate “the First Miracle of the Lord.” I’m not saying we should extend the Christmas season, but it was delightful and strange to sing “Songs of Thankfulness and Praise” (which is clearly marked as an Epiphany song) when we technically had Epiphany two weeks ago. All in favor of a little liturgical renaming, say “aye.”

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