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The Rev. Sarah Bonay looks at how the promise of Immanu-el,' God is with us', given in the Isaian prophecy, is fulfilled by the saving grace of the miraculous child, Jesus, on the cross.

The one whose birth we are about to celebrate has many titles, but one name, the name he shared with so many other people in his land. It is wondrous because it is so common. The mystery that we celebrate in his birth is that the God of the universe is met in someone like us, someone with a simple name, an ordinary Tom, Dick or Yeshua.About the Speaker: Father William J Grimm is a Maryknoll Missioner of 40 year's experience in Asia-mostly Japan, Hong Kong and Cambodia.For news in and about the Church in Asia, visit www.ucanews.com  For news in and about the Church in Asia, visit www.ucanews.comTo contribute please visit www.ucanews.com/donateOn Twitter Follow Or Connect through DM at : twitter.com/ucanewsTo view Video features please visit https://www.youtube.com/@ucanews

Delivered by Reinaldy, Johana, Dwi Setyo, and Maria Delie from the Parish of Sacred Heart of Jesus Cathedral in the Archdiocese of Makassar, Indonesia. Isaiah 7: 10-14; Rs psalm 24: 1-2.3-4ab.5-6; Romans 1: 1-7; Matthew 1: 18-24.FOR THE SAKE OFGREATER IMPORTANCE The title for ourmeditation on this fourth Sunday of Advent is: For the Sake of GreaterImportance. A group of students discussed the place where they can do theirsocial service as a form of Christmas and New Year's action. They also consideredthe people to be the target of their service. All considerations of personalinterest were avoided so that the decision they made was truly for the needs ofmany people. A 5th grade boy ofelementary school opened all his savings for one year. The savings are theresult of collection of his pocket money and gifts he has received but he didnot use them. Then he spent all of his savings to buy Christmas and New Yeargifts, then he plans to offer them to an orphanage near his home, an orphanageunder the religious umbrella that is different from his Catholic religion. He issatisfied and happy because he does an act of love for others. These two truestories are the examples of reflection about self-renunciation. The theologicalterm for this we often say is incarnation. Actually the reason for an act ofrenunciation is for the sake of certain greater importance. The logic of thiswould be the following: any personal or smaller interest must be sacrificed,because there is other greater interest to be fulfilled. In the fulfillment of onegreater interest, personal interest is actually also fulfilled. The true  and genuine renunciation is made by God byleaving His place in heaven and becoming human. If God is only for Himself, Heshould just live in heaven and not to come to the world for the greater benefitwhich is our salvation. King Ahaz in the first reading understood well thistruth of renunciation. Therefore he refused to ask for something special givento him by God. He let God alone reveal His will, that is for the sake ofgreater importance. This importance isthat Jesus is born into the world for the salvation of the whole world and allmankind. He is indeed referred to by the scriptures as a descendant of David,but He does not belong to David and his whole family only. He is the God forall people and all creation. Joseph, engaged to Mary, also sacrificed his owninterests, namely shame, pride and anger. He just wanted to divorce Mary. Butbecause of a greater importance, namely God's will, he obeyed and he was happywith his attitude and decision. The truth for us shouldbe this: by obeying the will of the Lord, we actually act for the sake ofgreater importance.Let's pray. In the name of theFather... O tender and loving God, may this 4th Sunday of Advent celebrationcomplete our joy for the Christmas that soon to come. Our Father who art inheaven ... In the name of the Father...

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TGIF! Father Anthony with Tony, and Cristina gather to discuss the goings on, and people in the Parish.  Father Anthony talks about the Octave of Christmas.  He speaks regarding the redemptive nature of Jesus as He is the only Redeemer.  He wraps up the show explaining the Four Masses of Christmas as we prepare to celebrate Christmas. Tune un next week to enjoy the Winds of Change Christmas Programming running December 22nd through December 29th. St. Stanislaus Kostka Parish  

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Débatteurs du soir :-Jules Torres, journaliste politique au JDD-Sarah Saldmann, avocate au barreau de ParisHébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Débatteurs du soir :-Jules Torres, journaliste politique au JDD-Sarah Saldmann, avocate au barreau de ParisHébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Débatteurs du soir :-Jules Torres, journaliste politique au JDD-Sarah Saldmann, avocate au barreau de ParisHébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

A Holiday Haunting: Part 3 Jack, Erin and Lucy deal with the final complication; Based on a post by zeon 67. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. Jack visits the Franklin Home. Jack opened his eyes. He was instantly wide awake. It didn't take him long to realize that Jack was somewhere else, definitely not his bedroom. He was in his living room; yeah, it had to be. The room had the same shape, but there were no lights, electronics or anything modern. Ornate wood and gold-framed paintings filled the walls. The room felt smaller, but Jack noticed a massive fireplace that must have been removed before his parents bought the house. He had to be in 1898. It was the only thing that made sense. An older man walked into the room, but he didn't notice Jack sitting on the chair. Again, Jack was quick to understand; he was the ghost this time around. He couldn't touch anything, but could sit and stand, like Erin after the s ance. Looking down, he found himself wearing the same clothes before the ritual. The older man looked like he was in his sixties, overweight and balding salt and pepper hair. He reminded Jack of a railroad baron in old westerns. He had these large sideburns that went down to his chin. Jack couldn't help but stare at him. He guessed that the man was Jedediah Franklin. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and stood next to the fire. Jack could hear him speaking to himself but couldn't make out what he was saying. They were soon joined by another. A woman, in her sixties, walked into the room. Stone-faced and with grey eyes, she looked miserable. She was wearing this dark blue, nearly black ruffled dress that had this deep, sweeping skirt. If the man was Jedediah Franklin, she had to be Alice Franklin. She joined her husband at the fire and said, "Where is Robert?" "In the library," he answered. "And that jezebel?" "Fixing herself supper." "She cannot stay. She talks about marriage." "We cannot just force her out," Jedediah Franklin said, staring at the fire. "What? Let her marry your only son?" He turned and glared at his wife, "You think I would allow that Irish fucking whore to be part of this family? No, she must be silenced. She cannot speak to anyone about this." Alice Franklin slowly smiled and said, "Then we are at agreement. But it must be tonight." They both nodded and turned to watch the fire. Jedediah Franklin snaked an arm around his wife's waist while she rested her head on his shoulder. It would have looked like a heartwarming moment, but they were planning a murder, and it just pissed off Jack even more. The way they talked about death, so casual and just to avoid a minor scandal, disgusted Jack. Needed to get away, Jack caught Erin walking past in the hallway. He ran after her, following her into the kitchen. "Erin? Erin?" He said, standing in front of her. She didn't respond. It wasn't the Erin he knew. She had her hair tied in a bun, her face disinterested and a little tired. She slowly washed the dishes, staring dead-eyed at the water. Jack then followed her as she went about with her chores. He had called out for Erin, his Erin, but only got silence. Going back to the alive-Erin, Jack got it. He needed to see her die, to understand what happened to her. It made sense to him. A younger man, looking like a mix of Jedediah Franklin and weirdly enough for Jack, himself. Robert. Dressed in a black three-piece suit, he didn't have his father's impressive muttonchops but a simple beard. Jack watched him stare at Erin, taking in her every movement as she did her chores. Erin was putting away a jar, leaning up to place it in a cabinet when Robert approached her. He quickly trapped her in the corner of the room. He smiled and said, "Erin." She jolted, nearly dropping the jar. Erin then turned and clutched her chest. "Oh Robert, you frightened me." "I have to see you tonight." Robert stroked her cheek and grinned. "In the attic?" "Your mother and father?" "Please," he replied. Erin nodded. Lucy's Post Coital. Lucy shook awake. She was on Jack's bed, naked and warm. Her hand slithered down her nude body, liking how it felt, stopping at her crotch. A big dirty smile appeared on her face as Lucy slid her hand between her legs. Jack's cum dripped out, coating her fingers and her thighs. The guy knew how to fuck; she'd give him that. It was a hot show. But Lucy turned her head and realized that she was alone. No Jack. No Erin. She jumped off the bed and yelled their names. It was getting close to two in the morning. Lucy ran to Jack's bathroom and cleaned herself up, she usually would take her time with post-sex cleanup, but she rushed through it. Lucy then emptied out her overnight bag and quickly got dressed. Opening the grimoire, she tried to find clues on what had happened. Sex magic and resurrecting the dead don't make people disappear. Frantically flipping through the pages, this was not supposed to happen. Lucy could feel her heart thumping, and her hands were trembling, where did she send Erin and Jack. She then heard a thud from downstairs, and Lucy stopped. This was getting weird. Jack's parents, she realized. Fuck, if they were awake, she will be in a lot of trouble. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Lucy yelled to herself and ran out of the room. An Attic Nightmere. Jack had followed Robert upstairs to the attic. He struggled to see how the space would be turned into his bedroom. A massive trunk, a decrepit dollhouse and an ancient full-length mirror covered in rust were the only things that filled the space. It looked more like a scene from a clich d horror movie. While Robert waited on Erin, Jack circled around him. He had this vibe that Jack really hated. Like he was some entitled frat boy. Jack had read about him, failed business ventures, multiple marriages, some for money. Robert finally lost it all in 1929 and disappeared from public record. They both turned, hearing someone coming up. Erin was carrying a lantern as she walked to Robert, a big smile on her face. This wasn't going to be pretty, Jack said to himself. "Robert," she said, resting the lantern on the trunk. Erin then gave him a long hug, wrapping her arms around him. Robert just kept his arms by his sides and looked away. Jack sighed, knowing that there was no point in getting angry. She then kissed him and said, "I'm so sorry. I was a fool and the drink got on me." "It is fine, my darling." Robert then rested his hand on her stomach. "Are you?" "No. I am not with child." Erin glanced at this hand and then back up, hopeful. "I want to be; with you." "I wish that as well. But soon. I; we have dealings that need to be cleared. But I wish it too. And when these deals;" Jack couldn't watch Robert struggle to pacify Erin with vague words anymore. He saw something move behind Erin. There was someone else. The figure then struck Erin in the back of the head. It took a step closer, Jedediah Franklin with a fireplace poker in his hands. Erin was on the floor, bleeding but still alive. Her eyes focused on Robert, and she called out his name. The elder Franklin aimed the poker and swung for the final blow. He had to look away. Jack couldn't watch her die; it was too much. But there Erin stood, alongside Jack; her hair undone and flowing and looking at him. Her apron was gone, and she had undone the first two buttons of her shirt like before. Her face dropping and she raised a hand, blocking her view of her own dead body. "I always hated this moment. Watching my body handled like meat," Erin said. Her tone was more of annoyance and disgust than sadness. "I'm so sorry." Erin took his hand and held it close to her. "There's nothing you could've done. This is where I was, whenever I wasn't with you. Seeing my death over and over." "Was that why you didn't want to believe in the ritual?" "Somewhat. While I couldn't touch anything, and possibly be treated as some curiosity. I would have taken being a specter than watch this again." Alice Franklin had joined them in the attic. She held on to the lantern as Jedediah and Robert lifted Erin's dead body, directing them down the stairs. Jack visibly winced as he heard the Franklins mock Erin and ask if someone should have done the last rites. "There is something that I must tell you," Erin said, taking a step closer. Their faces inches apart. "When Patrick died, he lost all our money in a card game. I was told that I've become too old to marry and I should just work. The Franklins gave me a job and I felt that was it. Then I met Robert. I felt my life had begun again." Erin gave a faint smile and carried on, "We courted for a few months, until he took me while his mother and father were in New York. Weeks passed and I thought that I was with child. I told him and he choked me." "I knew that I picked the wrong man. But still believed that I could be something more than a maid through him. That he could take me away from a bucket. Now I have you. You make me hopeful. What I want to say is that I love you. I know I am this spirit and; Jack interrupted her and said, "I love you too." He grinned. They kissed again. Erin wrapped her arm around his neck, pushing herself against his chest. She parted her lips and moaned, welcoming Jack's invading tongue. He had his hand resting on the small of her back, not letting her go, and their tongues twirled. Erin then broke their embrace. Her lips turned into a smirk; she had a dirty idea. "Let's leave. I hated this room. Well, until it was changed." She then took him downstairs. Both were soon running and laughing. Erin pulled him into the master bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. This room would later belong to Jack's parents. Thankfully for him and his erection, the room was completely different in 1898. A lot of heavy furniture, with drapes everywhere and a parquet floor. He was lying on the bed, a four-poster bed that was made out of solid wood, while the mattress was very soft and lumpy. Erin crawled and laid next to him. She quickly got on top of him and stared into his eyes, a small smile forming on her face. She pressed her lips to his, swiftly parting them and sliding her tongue out. The tips of their tongues met again, snaking over each other as their bodies grinded. They tore through their clothing, ignoring any damage as they got nude, Erin especially not caring at the state of her ripped uniform. She wished to never see it again. Jack kissed down her neck and reached her milky, perky tits. He instantly attacked them with his mouth, giving both nipples considerable attention. Erin's breathing was becoming more rapid; a deep, warm glow rippled from her crotch. She pulled Jack up, her eyes drifted down, focusing on his powerful erection. It was making her mouth water. She wanted another taste. Her delicate, soft fingers wrapped around his heavy shaft, and she looked back at Jack. Smirking at him. Just like minutes, hours or maybe days before, Erin kneeled in front of Jack's cock. She had no explanation for why he was here, in purgatory with her, but if this was to be the end, she really wanted one more taste of his cock. She made him groan as she brushed her lips against his swollen head. Erin parted her lips, ready to suck on his tip, but stopped. She looked up at Jack; he had this kind look, his eyes dilated, and he just smiled back at her. Erin could feel herself glow, and she went back to his cock, carefully guiding the head to her waiting mouth. She was scared for a moment, missing Lucy's guiding voice. But soon, Erin's cravings took over and she slurped on his tip, swirling her tongue around it. Erin then wrapped her fingers around the shaft, looked Jack in the eye, slowly bobbing her head up and down. It was easier this time. Erin felt more confident in swallowing his cock. She scooted forward, her perky tits pressing on his balls as she took in another inch of his cock. "Oh, god. Erin," Jack said, stunned. He couldn't believe the change in Erin. She was swallowing more and more of his cock with complete ease. But they both stopped and looked up; they had a visitor. Alice Franklin walked around the bed, going to the dresser, totally ignoring them as she searched the drawers. Jack pulled his focus away from her to Erin; she looked as confused as he was. She released his cock from her lips but slowly stroked it as she stared at Mrs. Franklin. Seconds passed, but there was no reaction from the older woman. Jack waved at her and even Erin called her name, addressing her formally as she used to do. But Mrs. Franklin didn't respond. She didn't just ignore them; to them, it felt like couldn't see them at all. Jack stroked Erin's chin and pointed to his cock. Erin grinned and lowered her mouth down, sensually kissing the tip. She then ran her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft before swallowing the head. Jack moaned again. Erin firmly sucked on the head, slurping on it as her hand worked the shaft. She had her eyes on him, watching Jack's contorted face. He loved it. Erin now hunched over Jack's cock, ready to take more of it. She took him deeper and deeper, his head grazing the back of her throat. She remembered Lucy's advice, taking it slow and breathe. Erin didn't gag, her throat stretched out and eagerly taking his full length. "Erin! Fuck. That feels so good." Erin was ecstatic hearing those words and moaned on his cock. She had her lips pressed against his crotch, completely buried and held him there till her eyes started to water. Slowly, Erin pulled back and wrapped her hand around his wet, drool-covered shaft, pumping her fist as she sucked on Jack's throbbing tip. With her eyes locked on his, Erin bobbed her head on his cock. She pulled her hand back and forced the rigid pole into her throat again. Jack grunted in appreciation, shuddering as he felt her tongue. He reached out, brushing strands of her auburn hair away from her face. He couldn't believe it, a teenage crush that he was now in love with, enthusiastically sucking on his cock. With his other hand, Jack grasped her perky tits, squeezing the flesh to her delight. Alice Franklin returned to the room, joined by Jedediah. But both Jack and Erin didn't care. She stayed focus on his cock, moaning on his shaft as she felt Jack pinch and pull her nipples. She actually wished the Franklins could see her, sucking a penis in their bed. "Oh god, Erin. I'm going to cum soon if you keep that up." Erin as tasted his precum, she remembered Lucy showing her videos of women swallowing men's semen. Seeing those women and recalling when she caught Lucy and Jack together, she was intrigued. She pondered the taste and how it would feel. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, beads of spit dripping down the corner of her lips. Erin narrowed her eyes and said, "I want to taste your cum, Jack." Erin then stuffed his cock back in her mouth. She frantically bobbed her head while pumping her fist along his veiny shaft. She would stop for a moment, swirling her tongue over the sore head, then going back to thrusting her mouth up and down. Erin knew that Jack was close; he was grunting and shaking, his cock wildly twitching in her mouth. "Oh, Erin. Fuck;" Jack clenched his fists, wanting to grab something as he released a torrid of cum in Erin's open mouth. Her eyes widened, but she kept on stroking his cock, filling the back of her throat with more jizz. They both groaned as more spurts erupted, hitting Erin in the lips and chin. Whatever magic that brought him here had an effect on his penis; he'd never cum that much. One more release, and Jack was done, collapsing on the bed. Erin raised her head, looking at him and swallowed his load. It tasted salty and unusual, but still, she craved more. Erin ran her fingers over her chin and lips, scooping up blobs of his jizz before sticking her finger in her mouth. She wanted to try that again. Jack pulled her up and gently kissed her on the lips. As Erin parted her lips and allowed his tongue to invade her mouth, Jack wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. She pressed her tits against his chest as their tongues dueled. Jack slid his hand down, feeling up Erin's toned ass. "That was perfect," Jack said, now kissing down her neck. "Thank; Oh," Erin replied, Jack's already erect cock. "You feel passionate," she said, stroking his cock, "We should try again? Dog-style?" Jack grinned and said, "You mean doggy-style?" "Okay," Erin laughed. Jack smirked back at her, she's so cute. He then slowly pushed Erin down, getting on top of her. His cock was already incredibly hard, painfully hard, rubbing against her thigh. He had never recovered this quickly after cumming. Jack just chalked it up to the sex magic. He broke their kiss and sat up. Reaching behind him, Jack grabbed a couple of pillows; both were very soft and lumpy. How did people in the nineteenth century sleep? Erin then gave him instant command of her body and Jack shifted her, so she was on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder and smirked back at him. He leaned over, quickly kissed her and said, "This is doggy-style." Jack then wedged the pillows under her stomach. Now staring at her tight, pert ass, Jack could swear that his cock grew another inch. He slipped his fingers between Erin's thighs, amazed at how wet she felt. Erin moaned as Jack teased her, slipping a finger deep past her lips. He added another one, sliding them further pass her moist folds. Over the sounds of her whimpers, Jack slowly thrust his fingers. He then grabbed hold of his cock and positioned his tip at the entrance of her pussy. Erin groaned as she felt the bulb of his cock rub up against her swollen pussy lips. Inhaling, Jack slid his cock into her cunt in one long, slow push. Erin grunted and moaned as she felt Jack's hard cock invade her pussy again. "Oh, yes; Jack!" Erin threw her head back and moaned in appreciation. Remembering how tight she felt around his cock, Jack left his cock deep inside her for a while. The tightening of her cunt caressed his cock, making him shake with delight. There was a mirror in front of them; there were several around them, and Erin nodded her head. She wanted more. Jack pulled his cock out till just his pulsating head was being clutched by her pussy. He then gently thrust it back in, getting another moan from Erin. "More," Erin yelled. Nodding his head, Jack grabbed her soft tits. He tugged on her nipples, while picking up the pace of his strokes. Erin let out another cry, sounding like she wanted it faster. It didn't take her long to push her ass back, meeting every one of Jack's powerful thrusts. Her pussy tightened around his shaft, giving him an indescribable feeling as he fucked harder and faster. Erin was now trembling and shaking. She would let out a short yelp after each hard thrust. Then someone else entered the room, Robert. He must have been back after staging her accident. The hatred she had for him, her love for Jack, and the lush sensation of his cock, fueled another orgasm for the night. "Oh yes; Oh yes; Oh Lord yes!" Erin cried out in a high-pitch tone. Jack drove his rampant cock all the way into her, over and over again, just as fast as she wanted. She was breathless and quivering; her body was on fire, never been filled like this before. Jack held her tightly, ignoring her cries, and rammed his raging cock. She was getting close. Robert was now standing in front of them, facing Jack. He wished that piece of shit could see them. Erin moaned again, tightly gripping Mrs. Franklin's sheets, panting. She arched her back and gritted her teeth. Her eyes rolled back, slamming her hips backwards, the walls of her pussy clamping down on Jack's mauling cock. Erin howled in delight, her fingers ripping the bedsheet, much to her delight, as she spasmed in an orgasmic frenzy. She crashed forward, whimpering as she trembled in post-climax high. Jack held on her ass tightly, still plunging his cock in and out of her soaked, velvet pussy. His heart was thumping, struggling to hold off his own orgasm. Jack could feel the pressure building in his balls. Erin slowly woke up and shook her ass, her pussy clamped around his charging cock again, making him cum. Jack grunted and roared as he erupted. Erin sighed and moaned, feeling Jack's cock explode deep inside her, making her tremble in ecstasy. Another rope of his jizz filled her womb, followed by another. Once finished, Jack collapsed next to her, his brain mushed in a post cum daze. She had a broad grin, smugly satisfied that her pussy was filled by her lover's cum, while the people she hated the most watched them. Quietly moaning, feeling the hot cum seep down her thighs, Erin leaned forward. Her tits pressed against Jack's chest as she kissed him. Recovering from the intensity of their orgasm, they passionately kissed before breaking, pressing their foreheads together. "I love you," they said in unison and kissed again. Erin quickly fell asleep. Jack remembered this was just like last time. He jumped up on the bed, his bed. They had returned back to his room. He checked the alarm clock; it was half-three in the morning. No Lucy. Jack stroked Erin's chin; he could still touch her, he guessed that was positive. "Erin; Erin; Erin," Jack said, trying to wake her. No response. She was trapped in a deep sleep. "Fuck!" Lucy yelled, standing by the door. She rushed to the bed. "You're back?" "Yeah?" Jack replied, looking back at Erin. "Is she asleep?" "I think." "Okay," Lucy nodded her head, "Your parents are still downstairs and they're acting fucking weird." The final complication. Jack rushed back downstairs, with Lucy following. Their footsteps thundered against the wooden steps, but it didn't wake Jack's still slumbering parents in the living room. They were fine; the concoction that Lucy had given them was making them roll around in their sleep. Not too serious. Slamming the door open, Jack found Erin still unconscious. He yelled her name and gently, then roughly shook her. Still nothing. He tilted her head back, opening her mouth; Jack then leaned in and felt her breath. Relieved, he sighed but still had no idea what to do next. "Still down?" Lucy asked, crouching down next to him. "Yeah. It's like she's in this deep sleep." Jack shook Erin again for Lucy's benefit. Still nothing. Lucy said, "Shit," annoyed. She lifted Erin's arm and let it go. "Wow." "What do we do? Call an ambulance?" "What are you going to tell the paramedic? My formerly-ghost girlfriend from 1890s is now in coma?" "You got any ideas?" Lucy prodded Erin in the arm and just said, "Fuck." "Where's the grimoire?" Jack asked. She scurried to the other side of the room and quickly returned. Jack watched her flip through the pages, her unblinking gaze not giving him much hope. It was going to be morning soon, and here he was with a sleeping naked woman and a medium. What would he say to his parents when they wake up? Lucy slammed the book and shook her head. "Fuck!" Jack yelled; it was starting to get exhausting. "Of course, it doesn't say anything." "Dude, this was written by a guy who works at Outback Steakhouse and is a BTS fan." "I'm sorry," Jack said, turning back to Erin, "What do we do with her?" "We should move her." Jack nodded his head. "Where?" "My apartment is like twenty minutes away. She can crash there until she wakes." "Fuck it." Jack said, shrugging. Jack looked around for her clothes, and found that her uniform had gone missing. They quickly dressed her in Jack's old sweats, then carried her downstairs. His parents were still sleeping, something else Jack would have to deal with, but later. They sat Erin down in the back with Jack by her side. Fifteen minutes later, they were at Lucy's apartment. At 3:30 am, there was no traffic to slow them down. Jack scooped Erin up in his arms, her petite frame weighing nothing. There was no one on the streets, no one that could catch a guy and a girl carrying an unconscious woman into the building. God, if he got arrested now. Lucy's apartment was small, a one-bedroom, and messy. Clothes everywhere, Wiccan d cor and a toy cauldron on the coffee table. They put Erin on the couch; a soft moan escaped her lips as she bounced against the cushion. He watched her lips curl into a smile; if she was dreaming, she was enjoying the dream. There was nothing else for him to do. Jack just had to pray that Erin would wake up soon. He still hadn't asked himself if she was actually human and if their sex magic worked. She could disappear again. He had to stay positive. Jack turned back to Lucy and asked, "Can you keep an eye on her?" "Yeah," she said, covering Erin with a blanket. "I'll let you know if anything happens." He thanked Lucy and left. Tired but still having to deal with his parents, Jack walked home. He took a couple of steps but then stopped. Squinting his eyes, Jack bobbed his head like he was trying to work something out. "Did I fucking time-travel?" Christmas In the Old Mansion. Jack thought about ignoring his sister and staying in bed. But it was pointless. He knew that his mom would be ringing him sooner or later, demanding that he come down. Reaching for his phone, it was 10:15 am on December 25th, Christmas morning. Still no messages from Lucy. Yesterday, she told him that Erin had awoken for a moment and moved her head, and then fell back asleep. Erin didn't say a word or ask where she was. The way Lucy explained it, Erin was just slowly recovering her energy since becoming possibly human. Jack still didn't know if the ritual had worked or not. It had been like this for the last couple of days. Looking at his past messages, a lot of them were about asking Lucy if she could still touch Erin. That could look weird. She could, which Jack took as a positive. It was the only thing that he had. He knew he had to be patient; maybe something would happen, or not happen. Jack was just sick of not knowing. He heard his sister yell his name again. Walking downstairs, his parents were on the couch, holding coffee mugs, while his sisters were sitting by the tree. It was like they were kids again, tearing through the wrapping paper. He didn't really care what he got, with Erin taking over his mind, but did his best to look enthusiastic when opening his presents. Lucy finally texted Jack hours later. But he was in the kitchen, with his sisters, and away from his phone. Beth saw that he got a message from Lucy, her face lighting up as she turned to Jack. He had a good relationship with both his sisters, loved them both, but they could annoy the shit out of him. Especially when they had something over him. Like that time when Beth found out he got caught with a joint by a cop. A month of being her chauffeur drove him mad. "So, who's Lucy?" She asked, barely hiding her grin. Beth moved away from the stove and stood by her sister, checking out the message. "Mom said that you met some girl called Erin?" "Yeah." Jack nodded, effortlessly taking his phone off them. He checked the text; Erin had been away for a while and drank something. "Lucy's Erin's roommate," he said, "Erin lost her phone and she's sick right now. I was just asking how she is." Beth went aww, while Katie stayed silent. Jack knew he was lucky that it was Christmas and there was stuff to do. The onslaught would have to wait for now. When they first met Laura, Beth wanted to know everything about her, the films she liked, what music she was into and how serious it was. Katie was different, less manic, just asking if he felt that Laura was cool. If everything had worked and Erin could actually meet people, Jack knew he needed to prep her before meeting his family. It would have to be soon. Knowing his sisters, Beth and Katie would demand it the next couple of days. It would need to be somewhere where they served a lot of alcohol. "Is she really an actress?" Katie asked, now waving a knife. Rolling his eyes, he wished she was more focused on dicing onions than on him. Opening another beer, he said, "Yeah. But it's an amateur thing and that she is covering for someone and that she will probably won't do it again." Both sisters then looked at each other. Something was up; Jack could see it. Was something he said, was that it, it had to be. Beth then turned back to him and asked, "What does she do?" Without thinking, Jack said, "House-sitter," and finished his beer. He was blessed that his father yelled his name, asking for help. After fixing the router, they sat down for dinner. They talked about the usual stuff during the meal; thankfully, no one mentioned Erin. Jack felt calm, probably because he was focusing on something other than his ghost girlfriend. The Sick and the tired. Jack now walked a couple of steps behind his parents. His sisters flanked him as they walked down the empty streets to the movie theater. He had no idea what everyone else wanted to watch; he prayed that it was something easy, he didn't want to pay attention. He was barely listening to his sister as they walked. They talked about the not-so-secret Taylor Swift Christmas concert. He just said uh-huh at the right moments, walking along, with a hand wrapped around his phone in case it buzzed. It finally vibrated minutes later. Lucy had messaged him. Erin was awake and had been for a while. She even sent him a photo, Erin still wearing his clothes, lying on the couch, her eyelids barely open. Lucy said that he should come now if he wanted to see her. "Hey Mom, Dad, I'm not feeling great right now," Jack said, clutching his stomach. It was the first thing that he could think of. He hoped that he could remember his acting techniques when he used to play sick during junior high. His mom turned around and asked, "What's wrong?" "I feel like; nauseous and everything really aches." Jack told his parents that he should probably skip the movie and rest back home. His mom threw a couple of questions at him, asking what was wrong, how it happened and if he needed anything. He mentioned Erin's name, saying that she was also sick. Katie perked up in the corner of his eye when he mentioned Erin. This was all he needed, a sister playing detective. He convinced them to still see the movie, saying that he would go straight to bed. That there was no point in them breaking from tradition. Jack walked away from them slowly. After a couple of blocks, he rushed back to the house and jumped in his car. Annoyingly, he would have to drive past the movie theater to get to Lucy's apartment. "Hey," Lucy said, opening the door, "You're fast." "Yeah." Jack nodded. He was pretty sure that he ran a couple of red lights getting here. He just needed to see her quickly, see if she was okay and then leave. "How is she?" "Okay. It's like she got the flu or something. I've been giving her some fluids and Tylenol." "Has she eaten anything?" "Vegetable soup," Lucy said, shrugging her shoulders, "I have no idea what she can eat. You know when you go abroad and you can't drink the water because of local bacteria or shit? I don't know if she can handle meat or dairy." Jack opened the door to the living room but turned to Lucy, "Thank you for everything. Sorry that you had to spend your whole day looking after her." "It's nothing. I want to help," Lucy replied, "Now get in there." Walking into the room, Jack found Erin still on the sofa. A couple of blankets covered every inch of her body apart from her head. There was no color on her face, reminding Jack how she used to look like. Bags under her eyes and her hair was a mess. She clasped a mug of something, inhaling the aroma. Erin then looked up and smiled, "Jack." She was weary, and her voice creaked. She tried to raise her arms, possibly hug him but gave up. He rushed to her side and asked, "How are you?" "I'm okay." Jack said, "You sure?" With a quiet tone, letting know her it was okay if she wasn't. Erin paused, then shrugged her shoulders. "No. I feel so tired and sick. And I hate everything." "Wow. Welcome to being an adult in the 21st century. We all feel like that." "Great." Erin threw her head back, then said, "So this is what being human feels like after so many years? It's painful. There is something else. I been having these dreams. That I am still with the Franklins. They follow me through your house. But your house how it looks now." "Oh. I'm sorry." Erin shook her head and said, "Please don't. It's not your fault. I think of them and I feel myself passing through the couch and then I remember I am here." Their hands touched, and Erin quickly began to smile. She then asked, "So, tell me about your Christmas. What presents did you get?" "Oh. My parents got me a new laptop bag and a cold brew bottle. My sisters went fifty-fifty and got me a pair of Jordans." Erin blinked and said, "I don't know what that means." She then yawned, and her eyes slowly shut. "Just tell me more about how your Christmas went." Jack gave her a brief breakdown on his Christmas, trying not to bore her. But there was really little to say; he had sleepwalked through the day. Jack saw a quick smile on her face when he told her that his sisters were pestering him for details about her. But slowly, she drifted off and was back asleep. "Hey Jack," Lucy said, calling him into the kitchen. "So, I'm thinking that Erin should see someone. Like a therapist?" For a second, Jack was surprised. "Really?" "She's been stuck in the same house for a hundred years, watching herself get killed over and over. That's got to fuck you up." "No. I know that's completely true and she should have someone to talk to. Just, didn't think that mediums were pro-therapy." "If you speak to ghosts, you would be pro-therapy as well. They are always fucked up. Most need Valium." Jack smiled. He looked back at Erin and said, "Suggest it to her. It'll probably be best coming from you. The problem is who can see her? Like she needs health insurance." "I'm been thinking about that. No way Erin can function in the real world. She hasn't got a social, birth certificate or a passport. She can't just depend on you for money." "I know." "And?" "I'm working on it." Jack had an idea or half one; he still needed to ask around. "You better work on it quicker. Erin's getting antsy. She wants to explore the world, go on a plane, see Paris." Jack nodded and looked back at Erin. "Keep her calm. She still needs to walk after she can run, or the other way round." "Sure." "I gotta go." Jack said. He left the kitchen and checked on Erin again; she was soundly sleeping. "I'll be here in the morning. Now excuse me, I have to pretend to be sick." "Hey, I have something that can help. It's like diluted ayahuasca." Jack stopped and turned around. He stared back at Lucy's grinning face just before gently closing the front door. Still, he had no idea if she was just joking. Erin Tours The Town. A couple days later, Jack was called to Lucy's place. He could hear voices behind the door and the sounds of footsteps as he waited outside Lucy's apartment. He had texted Lucy earlier; she said that Erin was more awake than before and he should come around. That was good to hear. Jack didn't like to be in constant worry. Also, it was way too early in the relationship for him to have to deal with stuff like this. He just wanted to spend time with his girlfriend and not think if she would fade away or be trapped in a house. Erin opened the door, smiling instantly at him. She looked better. Erin had discarded Jack's sweats for some yoga pants and hoodie, probably from Lucy's wardrobe. Color had returned to her face, and the bags under her eyes had disappeared. She had brushed her hair, tying it up in a loose ponytail. She had her arms around his neck, and Erin quickly pulled him down for a long kiss. She felt so good to touch. Jack didn't realize how much he missed having her in his arms. He wanted to take her somewhere private. When they stopped kissing, Erin smirked back at him, and Jack knew she had the same dirty thoughts. But then Erin yawned, and he knew that they had to take their time. "How are you?" He asked, trying not to wince. He guessed that Erin was getting sick of that question. She smiled, leading him to the sofa and sat down. Erin pulled her feet up and said, "Better. I can get up and walk and bathe. I had my first shower ;  a hot shower." Erin grinned and giggled to herself. Seeing that response, Jack realized he really didn't know that much about plumbing in the 1800s. "It felt so good. I feel like I'm getting stronger and have more vigor." "I'm guessing those are Lucy's clothes?" "Yeah," Erin said, blushing, "she said that I should wear something else. Her clothing looks strange but so interesting. Just disappointing that they don't really fit." Looking at her, she is right. Jack could tell that the clothes she had on were supposed to be for Lucy's curves, not Erin's petite frame. He needed to take her shopping. "I will return your clothes after I launder them." "No, no, no. You don't have to." "I want to. It was my job. And I need to know how to use these machines." The bedroom door opened, and Lucy walked in. She was dressed similar to Erin, yoga pants and a sweatshirt. She sat on the chair and said, "Morning." Jack greeted her and then asked them what their plans were for today. "I could do a coffee run? Erin could try her first latte." Lucy said. "How about we go outside," Erin replied, "I wish to leave the apartment for a while. And I'd like to see some of the city." Jack nodded and said, "Give her a tour of Portland and then brunch?" Their first stop was at the harbor. There used to be cheap apartment buildings around the docks, but the way Erin described it, they were more like slums. Her old apartment had disappeared. Jack looked it up for her, finding out that two years after she died, there was a huge fire which gutted the entire neighborhood. "Maybe I should thank the Franklins." Erin said with a wry smile. They walked a couple of blocks up and stopped at St. Dominic's Parish. It was the church that Erin used to attend regularly. She would be there every Sunday for Mass and would stop off after her shift ended for prayer. Erin left Jack and Lucy outside, knowing that it wasn't their scene and she needed to be alone for this. The church hadn't changed much; a new coat of paint was all she could see. There were a few people seated in the pews that ignored Erin as she walked to the statue of the Virgin Mary. They didn't care that she was dressed in casual clothes. A big difference from when she was alive, a woman in pants would be refused entry, and there would be talk of excommunication. Erin lit a candle and said a prayer. It was a quick one, honoring those she had lost since being trapped in that house. She could come back on Sunday and see how Mass had changed, or she wouldn't. Erin hadn't decided yet. She found Jack and Lucy both on their phones. They stopped and looked up at her, both giving Erin concerned looks. While she appreciated the gesture, she wanted something else and asked to eat. Lucy picked a place nearby but warned Erin about her choices. She, as well as Jack, was worried about what food that Erin could eat. They both suggested eating something simple, slowly get used to pasteurized milk, additives and pesticides. All Erin could do was nod her head and not scream in frustration, blocking out all the exciting food around her. "Wave-us ranch-us?" She repeated Jack's order. Erin listened to them and ordered a bowl of oatmeal. It was what she used to eat back in 1898. "Huevos rancheros," Jack said again. "It's eggs on tortillas with beans and salsa." "That sounds so intriguing. I really want to try." "Erin," Lucy said, "Just take your time. We just don't want you to take a bite and puke everywhere because your stomach isn't used to modern bacteria or something. It's like learning to drink. You start small, wine coolers and beer and build your tolerance and soon you'll be finishing a bottle of vodka all by yourself." Jack rolled his eyes and said, "Not in that way but yeah. It's a vaccine. Take a small bite of fruit or a sip of milk and get used of it." He took a sip of coffee and then shook his head. "Shit!" Jack said, but quiet enough that no one else heard. "I still haven't sorted out getting a physical or something. I mean Erin hasn't been vaccinated." "Yeah. There was this disease that you call polio and it affected people in Boston. The stories were terrifying. I really want to be protected." "Yeah, but how?" Lucy asked. "There's a way," Jack said, "A way?" Lucy repeated. "There's this guy in my building, he buys his sneakers and mushrooms on the dark web." Jack then turned to Erin and said, "The dark web is where you can buy illegal things. He said that you can buy passports, birth certificate, and socials. You can even get a high school diploma." "Really?" Lucy leaned in, "Like any school?" "Maybe," Jack replied. "I'd like to get an education by myself," Erin said, glancing at the two of them. "I know that I will have to take the fake social and birth certificate to survive. But I want to be in charge of my own future." "That's fair." Jack nodded. The food then arrived, and Erin stared at the bowl of oatmeal. It was like the gruel she used to have while growing up in Ireland. It tasted better than the watery sludge of oat she used to survive on. But looking at Jack's plate, it was not what Erin wanted right now. "So, what next?" Jack asked, putting his wallet away. "We could see more of the city? Also, Erin needs some clothes." Lucy replied. Erin finished her coffee and stared at the cup; it wasn't enough. "I would love to," she said, "but I feel so tired." Lucy nodded and said, "I think this is the longest you've been awake for." "Rest up and we'll talk later." Jack then leaned in and kissed her goodbye. *** Erin stared out of the window, watching in amazement as the plane climbed higher and higher into the sky. She was with Lucy, driving to a store, which meant going past the airport. She had remembered reading about airships and possible flight. But that was in 1898, now they have gone to the Moon and want to travel to other planets. Looking up at the plane, she was going to be there soon. Either with Jack or by herself, but definitely soon. In the last couple of days, Erin was eating more, developing actual stamina and didn't need to take frequent naps. With the increase in energy, she craved to be out of the apartment, exploring more of the city and finding out what else had changed. She had gotten lucky as Lucy's apartment was not that far from where Erin lived, and she could see how the neighborhood transformed. Lucy parked the car in the lot, and they both got out. Erin stared at the store ;  Target. Since being flesh and blood again, she had been borrowing Lucy's clothes, and she didn't like it. Erin felt terrible about being a burden on her, and Lucy's clothes didn't really fit her. "What do we need to get?" Lucy locked the car and said, "Just the basics." Erin nodded, looking away. Her eyes caught a girl, mid-twenties like her. She wore an overlong emerald sweater and boots that went past her knees. Also, sunglasses. Erin wanted to ask Lucy if this was common but was worried about sounding stupid. The nineteenth-century values of modesty and pureness, and calling chicken bosoms instead of chicken breasts, was still stuck in her. Seeing women her own age dressing so casually, showing off more flesh and wearing form-fitting clothes, Erin wanted to return to Lucy's couch. There were more changes that Erin had to get used to inside the store. She had thought of Target as a department store but larger. The sheer size of it shocked her. And that all the products, clothes, groceries and electronics were out in the open. There were no large, ornate wooden counters, wall-high glass cabinets, or mustached clerks in smocks. But there are a lot more options, and it's brighter. "You're like what? Extra small?" Lucy asked. "I guess." Erin said, taking her word for it. "What should I buy?" "I don't know, probably jeans, leggings, a couple of t-shirts and some tops. Also socks, bras and panties." Lucy paused, seeing Erin blush and try not to laugh. "Oh yeah, sneakers. How do those Nikes feel?" "Uncomfortable. I'm sorry." "No worries, I think you're size bigger." Erin nodded and asked, "How much did he give you to spend?" She was in the bathroom when Jack popped over at the apartment in the morning, overhearing them talk about shopping. Erin had to rely on Jack and also Lucy to survive, she accepted that, but it felt uncomfortable. "He gave me around two hundred." "Two-two hundred dollars?" "Yeah?" "That's impossible. That's more than what I earned in a year. He's given me too much." "Really?" Lucy pulled out her phone and searched for a dollar inflation calculator. Erin nodded. She hugged herself and looked away. Her eyes caught a sign, jeans for twenty dollars. That didn't sound right. "Oh," Lucy said, "He gave you the equivalent of six dollars and some change." "Still, that was two days of pay for me." They started shopping, and Lucy instantly took her to the underwear section. It took a while for Erin to get used to buying bras and panties. A store owner would never dream of displaying woman's bloomers. She felt herself going red, which she hated. Shaking her head, Erin took a deep inhale and asked Lucy how many bras she should get without blushing. Lucy then picked up a couple of hoodies, and Erin nodded, letting her drop them in the cart. Erin was amazed at how soft and comfortable the material felt as she ran her fingers over the fabric. Not stiff or feeling like burlap. Also, how simple it is. No corsets or bustles. No spending an hour dressing yourself or helping the lady of the house. "Is this what women wear now?" Erin asked. She noticed how everyone dressed so casual, like they were going to exercise. "It's very informal," she said, not knowing if it's a good thing or not. "That's the trend now." Lucy picked up a white t-shirt and raised it to her chest. "And you are going to see models, actresses, influencers wear t-shirts like these that cost thousand dollars." "A thousand dollars?" "Yeah," Lucy said, placing a pair of leggings in the cart, "And you're going to need more clothes later. These are cool for chilling in the apartment. But what you going to do later?" "What do you mean?" "Like your plans. You going to get a job? You said you want to go to college, what you going to major in? And are you going to stay in Portland?" Erin shook her head. She hadn't given that much thought. "Hey," Lucy said, "You can still stay with me. But I don't know what that sofa is going to do to your back. If Jack comes through with a social and ID, you can get a job." Erin nodded. But then she thought about what type of jobs could she really do. "I'm guessing you don't want to be a maid again." "I was not a maid." "No?" "No. A maid would live in the house with the family. I had my own room. I was a charwoman." Erin said. She picked up a sweater, liking the pattern and dropped it in the cart. "I cleaned houses because I had to. I'm not going to go back to that. I just need to think about what to do next. I want a real job." "I mean there is an obvious answer." "What?" "You go to college. You can major in nineteenth century U S history. It will be a breeze for you." "Wouldn't that be cheating?" "Fuck no." Lucy stopped the cart and smiled. "You went through all this trauma and now you're in a time where you can go to college and be who you want to be. Used any advantage you can." Erin nodded, and they went back to shopping. She liked the sound of going to college, something that was impossible the first time around. Studying history didn't really appeal to her, but Erin could see Lucy's point. It took them another hour to get to the checkout line. Looking at the cart, Erin hoped that they had gotten everything. Two pairs of jeans, in black & blue, leggings, four t-shirts, hoodies, sweaters, socks, a pair of white sneakers and underwear; Erin really hoped that was enough for her to live on. She caught herself staring at other women and then glancing back to the cart. Something didn't feel right. Last night, she and Jack had a long conversation over the phone. Now she could leave the apartment more often and didn't need to nap all the time; Jack said he would love to take her out. They then agreed on dinner tomorrow night. "Sorry to ask again. But you said that these clothes are okay to wear all the time? Like in the evening?" "Maybe." Lucy shrugged. Her eyes then narrowed, knowing that was something more. "Like in the evening? Like for a date?" Erin paused, remembering how the definition had changed. She nodded her head and said, "Yes." "Tonight?" Erin shook her head and replied with a small smile. Lucy looked at the pile of clothes and paused for a moment; she was working something in her head, Erin could tell. "Not for date night. Let's go to the mall." She quickly paid and grabbed Erin out of the store. They didn't drive long, maybe five minutes at most. Lucy told her about date nights and the need to dress up. It shocked her. She didn't see Lucy as a type of woman who would wear an evening gown for a dance. Erin told her what Jack had been thinking of, a simple dinner at a restaurant, maybe a quick stopover at a bar. Lucy drove to a mall, which Erin roughly knew as a building with lots of stores. It was quieter than she expected and hoped. She wanted more interaction with regular people, learning to talk to them and seeing if she could successfully fool them. Lucy dragged Erin into an H and M store and told her that it's a step above Target. Flipping through a rack, Lucy then said, "What you need is a really good dress." "Okay?" "But also, it's like 30 degrees outside. So probably something like a sweater dress." Lucy said, staring at the clothes. She pulled out a navy dress and pressed it against Erin's body. "Try this on." "I don't think this is necessary. We don't know what we are going to do." "This is your first date, like ever. Don't you want to dress hot?" Erin chuckled this time, still focused on the definition of date. She saw Lucy give her a curious look and replied, "Dating meant something different in my time. Having a date meant you would have paid a whore for the night." "Now you don't have to be a whore to dress sexy and fuck your boyfriend." Erin smirked and took the dress, slowly walking to the dressing room. Inside the stall, she quickly stripped Lucy's clothes and folded them neatly on the table. It was something that she had found herself doing a lot, muscle memory from over a hundred years ago. She slipped into the dress, remarking how comfortable the fabric felt against her skin. There were positives to the changes in fashion, she slowly understood. Erin remembered how her old clothes were stiff and heavy, realizing how much she hated wearing them. Zipping up the back, Erin then turned and faced the full-length mirror. Seeing her reflection there, she just moaned, a navy-blue dress fitted to her slender body, with long sleeves and a cowl neck. It was scandalous how the dress ended above her knees. But seeing herself, Erin praised Lucy's choice. She really looked sexy. Erin ran her hands up her sides, posing against the mirror. Something then felt off. Erin felt her heart thud in her chest. Sweat dampened her forehead. She had to get away. This was too much for her. She wanted the attic again. Her knees buckled, and she fell to the side. Instinctively, Erin raised a hand up to steady herself. But she phased through the stall, her forearm disappearing. "Oh Shit" A female voice screamed. The other stall door crashed open, and Erin could hear footsteps pounding away from her. She pulled her arm back and grabbed her chest. Breathing was hard. But Erin calmed herself down. It happened again. This was getting annoying and getting more frequent. Changing back to her regular clothes, Erin walked back to the shop floor. There was no one near her, no scared woman or guards. She found Lucy, holding a black dress. It was more revealing than the blue one she picked, but it made Erin smile. It looked cute. "You should get this also." "Yeah," Erin said. Her eyes wandered, trying to find a frightened woman. "It happened again." "Yeah. I figured. Saw some lady run out, screaming about a ghost arm." Lucy shrugged her shoulders, "I'm going to ask around. Just don't think about it." She turned her head and pointed at the intimate section. "You need to pick out some date night lingerie. Something revealing." "You are really invested." "After getting kinda fucked by Jack but hearing your voice, I'm definitely invested. It was a hot show." Lucy grinned. "Let's get you some lace bra and panties and some boots then we can go." "Do we have enough? I think we spent nearly all the money Jack gave us." Lucy paused and then said, "I still have the cash that Jack gave me. You know? From the first time. When you tried to possess me and kiss him?" A teenager walked past them and gave them a long stare. Both Erin and Lucy replied back with indifferent looks. Turning back to Lucy, Erin said, "I can't ask you spend your earnings on me. It's not;" "It doesn't matter. It's cool. I'll buy it for you. Call it a thank-you present for getting rid of that stain in the kitchen." "Thank you." Erin smiled. "I want to say that I really appreciate your support and friendship." She wrapped her arms aroun

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Delivered by Angeline from the Parish of Saint Catherine in the Archdiocese of Seattle, USA. Isaiah 7: 10-14; Rs psalm 24: 1-2.3-4ab.5-6; Luke 1: 26-38.THEMOMENT OF INCARNATION Ourmeditation today is entitled: The Moment of Incarnation. We have beenreflecting on the great theme of this Advent which is preparation. Over thepast few days our meditations have featured some special figures that can becalled the close circle category, namely those who had played a major role inhelping out our preparation. Today'sliturgical readings lead us right to the core of preparation, which presentsthe main characters who directly had become instruments for the birth of theSavior, Jesus Christ. They were no longer a close-circle persons, but as themain actors in the fulfilment of the Father's most powerful plan in the historyof salvation, namely the incarnation. This word “incarnation” signifies theeternal Word of God made flesh. The Son of God as the second person of theTrinity, came into the world whom we know as the Lord Jesus Christ. Theevent of the incarnation entered the world through a main gate, which was aheavenly greeting with the great and miraculous message to the Virgin Mary. Thegreatness and wonder of God regarding the coming of the Messiah which had beenprepared long in advance by the prophets, as we follow through the proclamationof today's readings, began to open to be known by the world. This annunciationevent presented the following main characters, namely the archangel Gabriel whobrought the joyful glad tidings from God, the Virgin Mary of Nazareth in theGalilee region, and her future husband, Joseph. They were the main actors whohad played a direct role in the birth of Jesus Christ into the world. Weare on our way to the pinnacle of incarnation. Today we are at the entrance,which is to experience the joyful greeting addressed to Mary, the greetingwhich was becoming a great miracle the word made flesh, and Mary's answer whichwas an expression of such great faith. Everything that happened at the gate ofthis incarnation indeed confirmed what the prophet Isaiah had previously saidwhen he delivered this joyful news to the family of David, that a woman wouldgive birth to Emmanuel. So, this great and magnificent greeting to be the gateof incarnation had been designed and prepared so long time ago. Weshould not be the outsiders the circle to just watching and admiring. We bettergo in and pass through the gate that we may experience that great andmiraculous greeting. Moreover, such greeting that says “The Lord be with you”also comes into each of us and our families. It is amazing how the incarnationtakes place, where the eternal Word enters and dwells in us. Our realpreparation is to be at the gate of the incarnation, but we should not be farfrom there or just watching from distance. Let's pray. In thename of the Father... O great and merciful God, may we rejoice even more whenwe are in this imminent preparation to celebrate the feast of the coming ofJesus Christ, our Lord. Glory to the Father and to the Son and the HolySpirit... In the name of the Father...

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Juliet and Terence on: Jeremy Hunt's kettle and toaster; Meghan's 'Holiday Special'; the downfall of Simon Cowell; joy of the little things; and two quizzes. {gumbo, pears, and 'bubbles'}

Leeroy Scott has been doing all he can to raise funds to help his hometown in Jamaica. He was raised in the rural Parish of St Elizabeth and following the devastation of hurricane Melissa in October, is trying to help his community to rebuild their lives again.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Delivered by Celine from the Parish of Saint Marinus Yohanes in the Diocese of Surabaya, Indonesia. Judges 13: 2-7.24-25a; Rs psalm 71: 3-4a.5-6ab.16-17; Luke 1: 5-25.MIRACULOUSPREPARATION Thetitle for our meditation today is: Miraculous Preparation. Preparation is themain theme of Advent. We have reflected on the great preparation as carried outby John the Baptist and Elijah. There is also a form of preparation thathighlights God's justice with the King David, the results of which aremanifested in the person of Mother Mary and Saint Joseph. Then today we areintroduced to a form of miraculous preparation, with the main characters beingManoah's wife or Samson's mother, and John the Baptist's parents, Zachariah andElizabeth. Wecall it a miraculous preparation, and not just great, because it is close to amuch more miraculous event, namely the birth of the Savior, which is already soonto come. The miraculous event in the lives of Mary and Joseph which ismanifested in the birth of Jesus Christ, certainly must be anticipated by amiraculous preparation as well. And this miraculous preparation was the birthof Samson from his mother who was barren, as well as the birth of John theBaptist from Elisabeth who was also claimed to be barren. Zakariah, Elisabeth'shusband, is also included in this circle of miracles. Ifyou dare to ask yourself, what miracle must be prepared to welcome thecelebration of the birth of Jesus Christ this year? Something magical alwaysamazes or more precisely, something new that makes us wonder. However, havingexperience a special relationship with God does not have to be big andmagnificent. Miraculous or wonderful thing doesn't have to be somethingextraordinary. Jesus Christ, who was born in simplicity, is enough to give usan idea that miracles are the experiences of finding light and answers aboutour lives in God. Someonewrote on the social media wall about her family's miraculous preparation forthis Christmas. "My youngest child, who is already a young man, over thelast years has not been able to get along and agree with us, his parents. Justthis past day he opened up and talked to us. We actually stopped at the exactplace where our child was, so that our communication could be connected, theconversation would flow, and finally a solution to our problem could bereached. May this Christmas be a very beautiful experience in our family”. Thissmall sharing is a miraculous preparation, which of course will be aligned withthe miracle of the presence of the Lord Jesus Christ. We as individuals,families, and communities need to prepare miraculously or in a new way, inorder to find that harmony and unity. If there is nothing miraculous or newexperience, wouldn't the Christmas celebration be ordinary, without anything wonderful? Let us pray. In thename of the Father... O merciful God, make us individuals and families who can renewour lives through miraculous preparation for this Christmas. Glory to theFather and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit ... In the name of the Father ...

Delivered by Melissa Heidy from the Parish of Christ the King in the Archdiocese of Makassar, Indonesia. Jeremiah 23: 5-8; Rs psalm 72: 1-2.12-13.18-19; Matthew 1: 18-24.JOSEPH,AN EXPERT OF CRHRISTMAS Ourmeditation today is entitled Joseph, an Expert of Christmas. In theGospel of Matthew that we have just heard, an angel speaks to Joseph in a dreamand says: “Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary as your wife.She is pregnant through the Holy Spirit. The child to be born through Mary—youmust name Him Jesus.” Josephwas surely disappointed and embarrassed when he learned that Mary was pregnant.To help him understand, God had a plan. He sent an angel who could explainGod's will wisely. From the very beginning, the angel gained Joseph's attentionby calling him a descendant of David. By reminding Joseph of his connection tothe great King David, the angel showed him that he had a specialresponsibility. Joseph understood that he must obey and follow God's plan. Wehuman beings are often like this as well. When the name of a respected or holyperson is mentioned, we are more willing to listen and change our minds. We aretaught to follow the examples of great, noble, and holy people. When we aretempted to do something wrong, their example helps us reconsider our decisions. Inthis way, Joseph is truly an expert of Christmas. He teaches us how to evaluateourselves and remain faithful. A few days ago, we celebrated Gaudete Sunday.May the joy of Christmas not distract us from what the most important thing is—thatour hearts and spirits need to be purified. Our joy must be accompanied byobedience to God, so that we are not led into temptation. Josephis a true guide for Christmas. He teaches us to take risks for what is rightand to remain faithful to the right decisions. As individuals, families, andcommunities, we will make choices as we celebrate Christmas and the New Year.May our decisions strengthen our faith. Even if there are risks, may theyalways lead us closer to God. Saint Joseph, pray for us. Amen. Let uspray. In the name of the Father…O Lord,help us imitate Saint Joseph as we prepare for Christmas. Help us remainfaithful and obedient to You.Glory be tothe Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit…In the name of theFather…

Is the ideal of priesthood stuck in the past? I love the saints—especially guys like St. John Vianney—but trying to imitate their circumstances can leave today's priests feeling defeated before they even begin. In this episode, Fr. Scott Traynor and I get honest about how different our world is now, and why that's not a problem to mourn but a mission to embrace. We talk about the heart of priesthood today: prayer, the sacraments, and investing deeply in a few people who can carry the Gospel into a culture that's drifting away from Christ. And here's the hope: renewal isn't about going backward. It's about priests doing what only they can do—celebrate, preach, shepherd—and unleashing the laity to live their mission with confidence. If you've ever felt the weight of expectations you can't live up to or wondered whether your parish can actually flourish in a secular age, this conversation will help you imagine a future filled with purpose and hope. 01:21 Meet Father Scott Traynor 04:34 The Legacy of St. John Vianney 10:51 Historical Context of Parish Life 21:25 Modern Parish Challenges and Solutions 31:49 The Role of the Parish Priest 37:07 The Power of Relationships in Evangelization 48:36 Building a Leadership Culture in Parishes 51:20 The Transmission of Faith in Parish Life 56:18 Practical Steps to Start Evangelizing 59:18 Final Thoughts and Encouragement Books mentioned in this podcast: * From Christendom to Apostolic Mission (https://www.amazon.com/Christendom-Apostolic-Mission-Pastoral-Strategies/dp/099887289X/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2E2L8F8IOB42N&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.XqKmGIzYvYr-zvy0QndfgnMKCsZRmHDUNoxT0QFQ1VKN8K-x4U9-23N6FKaINctQRdcJ2Y-KVB1n9q_-02RXaQFu3JKj_D2UaFMsXio5iL8qHcWIkExs8O_RQWN2GNqJJz39d74ZuQZwV1PwrBCRnr1SVysF2YUXsfjFOua3ItA.pmztDhf-W2Kl7B86unRBY7RHm47SOnfQrSvoQv_tpHQ&dib_tag=se&keywords=christendom+to+apostolic+mission&qid=1761847022&sprefix=christendo%2Caps%2C128&sr=8-1) * The Advantage (https://www.amazon.com/Advantage-Organizational-Health-Everything-Business/dp/0470941529/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3LV5AYGA5BPB9&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.pPRUd5gbTy8ZS0gf6wabwlOFgACN0bQpmLwoTMrIGmSTxCYoPY0FjrfPBh7aQszRjXrnAKRFtbcIpW1JsaWGItGIeOK3Av_DAj8r_SozPM-ObY_W38owgx6dxP1T2hRY9ii4K1ROXgI8mCVsA1Lut0j8Cc4rihJCQbZElVqY7QDmHdcIT5Uv5OV2Z4t25hb4XfBPUeKbBrlsKU9ypcRgYcxgqCBNHlBWm5z0CuFe63Q.uOxeU74PuOLrlcqUskPl52pIBpNgGtBEvA_pam_L1ns&dib_tag=se&keywords=the+advantage&qid=1761846981&sprefix=the+advantage%2Caps%2C132&sr=8-1) * The Parish as a School of Prayer (https://www.amazon.com/Parish-School-Prayer-Foundations-Evangelization/dp/0984379290/ref=sr_1_1?dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.xjrcQDgEMBWlxKjai4BRe8shADNgx-7FbNGjGs3CLz6nrw22ye0_9Nd70NsI2Rlx21YZOMT3aA1ZW2-z7UtEr2CTvs364_wDKSyhYxJ6m-WC-OPad6HSoln9JoNy6DJQEVz48d0Ahi3gne4nixa6FNY3UnNog9KOYdaTgHm70rEvTZPzbvwaZBOcqrM6uF7HhEWNOKfX0n8N4F0W-DP1mQ.PrK21-PNy3S5lKIt-Iz0KFRarRz4CyIT9M1NJmkB7rw&dib_tag=se&hvadid=598657698172&hvdev=c&hvexpln=0&hvlocphy=9189219&hvnetw=g&hvocijid=11773289655691973530--&hvqmt=e&hvrand=11773289655691973530&hvtargid=kwd-310940649083&hydadcr=8293_13544394&keywords=the+parish+as+a+school+of+prayer&mcid=b50e44803f3a31b880115cd37b4215b7&qid=1761846939&sr=8-1) For more practical advice and experiences from real people sharing their mission with the world, go to https://equip.archomaha.org/podcast/. A Production of the Archdiocese of Omaha Editor: Taylor Schroll (ForteCatholic.com)

Mater Dei Radio it here to help you make the most of these last days of Advent. Sarah Kuenzi is back on The Morning Blend with those details and the announcement of a new "Parish of the Week".Subscribe to the Morning Blend on your favorite podcast platform.Find this show on the free Hail Mary Media App, along with a radio live-stream, prayers, news, and more.Look through past episodes or support this podcast.The Morning Blend is a production of Mater Dei Radio in Portland, Oregon.

Fr. Anthony, Tony, and Cristina talk about the goings on, people in the Parish, and prayer, as they discuss the Marian Days around Advent and St. Augustine and his description of our relationship with God as the Greatest Romance. St. Stanislaus Kostka Parish

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Sacred Heart in Emmett is our next Parish of the Week! Morning Light shares a couple of recent interviews from Pledge Drives as parishioners share what makes this community so great.

The Rev. Dr. Meredith Hawkins teaches on Isaiah 35:1-10 on the Third Sunday of Advent.

Advent with Isaiah - Joy - Everlasting Joy

Live from the Superdome, WWL's Ian Auzenne, Coach Brent Indest, and reporter James Halle hosted WWL's Prep Football Roundup. The guys called the Division I Non-Select State Championship Game between the Ruston Bearcats and Ouachita Parish Lions.

Patrick welcomes candid questions and fires back with sharp, scripture-steeped answers, smoothing out confusion around why Catholics call priests “Father” and why the Church doesn’t actually forbid foods or marriage. He fields a rare hypothetical question about what would happen if the Pope broke the seal of confession, and spells out the boundaries of canon law while tossing in personal stories and plenty of warmth. Parents get bracing advice about protecting kids’ faith, resource tips, and a reminder that TikTok should never edge out Catholic truth. John - I am teaching a Catechism class to kids. A kid asked me what would happen if the Pope broke the seal of Confession? (00:33) Manny - In Matthew 23, it says to call no man “Father”. Why do we call our Catholic priests Father if the Bible tells us not to? Also, my son is wondering how we can defend 1 Timothy 4 as Catholics? (07:11) Christie - My 12-year-old wants to know if it’s okay for him to go to a Protestant Church with his older adult brother? (24:05) Carmen (email) - I was not aware that the Baptist were so anti Catholic. (37:00) Reza - I was a Muslim and married my wife who was a Catholic. I converted 15 years ago. My daughter asked me to be the godfather. We went to their Parish. Parish told me that I could not be her godfather because I was not married in the Church. Can you help me? (38:49) Bill - My friend was upset about the Synod on Synodality. Will this put ultimate authority in the hands of the laity? (46:39) Originally aired on 10/20/25

A Boston parish openly defies its bishop over a controversial ICE-themed Nativity display. Meanwhile, the Indiana Senate rejects a GOP-backed redistricting plan after weeks of intense debate. And finally, The Daily Pennsylvanian shines a spotlight on some of its most unexpected and controversial alumni. All this and more on the LOOPcast!Timestamps:00:00 Welcome to the LOOPcast01:35 Boston Parish Openly Defies Bishop over ICE-Themed Nativity Display11:23 Indiana Redistricting Update36:32 Good News44:45 ACA Plans Fail55:50 Twilight Zone1:03:05 Closing PrayerEMAIL US: loopcast@catholicvote.org SUPPORT LOOPCAST: www.loopcast.orgSubscribe to the LOOP today!https://catholicvote.org/getloop   Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-loopcast/id1643967065 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/08jykZi86H7jKNFLbSesjk?si=ztBTHenFR-6VuegOlklE_w&nd=1&dlsi=bddf79da68c34744 FOLLOW LOOPCast: https://x.com/the_LOOPcast  https://www.instagram.com/the_loopcast/ https://www.tiktok.com/@the_loopcast https://www.facebook.com/LOOPcastPodcast Tom: https://x.com/TPogasic Erika: https://x.com/ErikaAhern2  Josh: https://x.com/joshuamercer Dearest Lady of Guadalupe, fruitful Mother of Holiness, teach me your ways of gentleness and strength. Hear my prayer offered with deepfelt confidence to beg this favor…. O Mary, conceived without sin, I come to your throne of grace to share the fervent devotion of your faithful Mexican children who call to you under the glorious Aztec title of “Guadalupe” the virgin who crushed the serpent. Queen of Martyrs, whose Immaculate heart was pierced by seven wounds of grief, help me to walk valiantly amid the sharp thorns thrown across my pathway. Queen of Apostles aid me to win souls for the Sacred Heart of my Savior. I plead this through the merits of your merciful Son, Our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.All opinions expressed on LOOPcast by the participants are their own and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of CatholicVote.

TGIF! Father Anthony with Tony, and Cristina gather to discuss the goings on, and people in the Parish.  Father Anthony talks about the beauty of the morning mass to Our Lady of Guadalupe, feeling inspired by the moving music of the Choir. They discuss the story of the miraculous Apparitions of Our Lady of Guadalupe to Juan Diego on the hill of Tepeyac and how it led to conversions and the end of human sacrifice.  They discuss the history behind the event and the key characters and marvel at the beauty of Our Lady of Guadalupe. St. Stanislaus Kostka Parish

Kintsugi Nights at The Parish are special quarterly events to create extended space around a particular topic that is contributing to the fracture of our world. As part of this first evening of learning, lament, practice, and prayer, Jordan shared a paradigm for engaging issues of mercy and justice in the way of Jesus.

Father Anthony with Tony, and Cristina gather to discuss the goings on, and people in the Parish. Father Anthony and the group chat to open the show then Father leads us in prayer.  Afterward he welcomes Alice Babij (pronounced Bobby) of the St Nicholas Ukrainian Cathedral.  She joins Father to discuss two books on meditations for the season; The Night of Expectation: Daily Meditations for Advent and Star over Bethlehem: Daily Meditations for the Christmas Season, both by Rev. Scott Haynes. These books can be found at priestlypress.com St. Stanislaus Kostka Parish

Jasmine Crockett launches her campaign for U.S. Senate, and I'm endorsing her… for the Democrat primary that is. A Somalian community leader who was close to Ilhan Omar (D-Minnesota) goes on record confirming that she married her brother. New information gets released about the January 6 Pipe Bomb suspect. A Parish in Massachusetts puts up an anti-ICE nativity scene. Jaco Booyens joins the show.    ► Subscribe to Sara Gonzales Unfiltered!https://www.youtube.com/@SaraGonzalesUnfiltered?sub_confirmation=1Today's   Sponsors: ► Jase MedicalRight now, you can easily give the gift of real emergency preparedness with 20% off Jase gift cards when you use promo code SARA at https://www.jase.com.   ► Patriot MobileCall 972-PATRIOT today, or go to https://www.patriotmobile.com/partners/sara and use promo code SARA for a FREE month of service.   ► Masa Chips  Go to http://www.masachips.com/GONZALES and use code GONZALES for 25% off your first order.   Timestamps:00:00 – Jasmine Crockett's Senate Run 19:00 – Ilhan Omar Married her Brother27:50 – New Info on J6 Pipe Bomb Suspect 42:03 – Anti-ICE Nativity Scenes  Connect with Sara on Social Media: https://twitter.com/saragonzalestx https://www.instagram.com/saragonzalestx http://facebook.com/SaraGonzalesTX ► Subscribe on Apple Podcasts https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/sara-gonzales-unfiltered/id1408958605 ► Shop American Beauty by Sara: http://americanbeautybysara.com Sara Gonzales is the host of Sara Gonzales Unfiltered, a daily news program on Blaze TV. Joined by frequent contributors & guests such as Chad Prather, Eric July, John Doyle, Jaco Booyens, Sara breaks down the latest news in politics and culture. She previously hosted "The News and Why It Matters," featuring notable guests such as Glenn Beck, Ben Shapiro, Dave Rubin, Michael Knowles, Candace Owens, Michael Malice, and more. As a conservative commentator, Sara frequently calls out the Democrats for their hypocrisy, the mainstream media for their misinformation, feminists for their toxicity, and also focuses on pro-life issues, culture, gender issues, health care, the Second Amendment, and passing conservative values to the next generation. Sara also appears as a recurring guest on the Megyn Kelly Show, The Sean Spicer Show, Tim Pool, and with Jesse Kelly on The First TV. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Ciarán Murphy returns to Off The Ball for the first time in over a decade to talk about his new book, Old Parish: Notes on Hurling. He chats to Eoin Sheahan about the writing of this book, the lessons learned from some hurling icons, the danger and bravery inherent in the game, and what it means to be a country man living in Dublin.

Sarah is back on The Morning Blend to announce a new "Parish of the Week". Find out who it is and how to win tickets to this year's Grotto Festival of Lights.Subscribe to the Morning Blend on your favorite podcast platform.Find this show on the free Hail Mary Media App, along with a radio live-stream, prayers, news, and more.Look through past episodes or support this podcast.The Morning Blend is a production of Mater Dei Radio in Portland, Oregon.

Father Anthony with Tony, and Cristina gather to discuss the goings on, and people in the Parish. Today they discuss St. Juan Diego on his feast day and after prayer they focus on the gospel readings for the 2nd week of Advent.  Father closes the show by reading a letter from Washington that recognizes Our Blessed Mother Mary and her importance to those of the Catholic faith.  Father comments on the beauty of the writing as this is the first time a writing such as this has come from Washington.   St. Stanislaus Kostka Parish  

The 2025 Annual Parish Meeting of the Cathedral of St. Philip, led by the Very Rev. Sam Candler, Dean of the Cathedral

The Rev. Dr. Trygve Johnson delivers this sermon on the Second Sunday of Advent.

Prepare the way of the Lord. homily given at Saint Casmer's Parish, Cleveland, Ohio.

The Archdiocese of Boston responds to Saint Susanna's Parish in Dedham and their nativity scene that is displaying an "ICE was here" sign, condemning the display. The archdiocese says St. Susanna's "neither requested nor received permission from the archdiocese to depart from this canonical norm or to place a politically divisive display outside the church. The display should be removed, and the manger restored to its proper sacred purpose.” Dan discussed the latest. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Bob Ryan and Gary Tanguay react to Robert Parish's recent viral tweet. Parish named his top five teammates and did not include Larry Bird or Kevin McHale. Bob explains why he thinks that is the case and breaks down the friction between these former Celtic teammates. The Bob Ryan & Jeff Goodman NBA Podcast is Powered by 

Saint Susanna's Parish in Dedham has put out their Christmas nativity scene this year with a sign in the manger that says, "ICE was here". The display has received mixed reactions from the community. The congregation supports the display saying, "This is a parish that’s very supportive of immigration." While those that take aim with the sign say the church is politicizing the nativity scene. Where do you come down on this display? See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Saint Susanna's Parish in Dedham has put out their Christmas nativity scene this year with a sign in the manger that says, "ICE was here". The display has received mixed reactions from the community. The congregation supports the display saying, "This is a parish that’s very supportive of immigration." While those that take aim with the sign say the church is politicizing the nativity scene. Where do you come down on this display? See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Fr Peyton Plessela on Parish life in the world, Chad Barwick on Pope Leo's recent letter on Education, and Ellen Taylor drops the blogosphere. 

TGIF! Father Anthony with Tony, and Cristina gather to discuss the goings on, and people in the Parish.  Father Anthony reminds us that today we start the Devotion to the Sacred Heart that will run for nine weeks. He discusses the need for this devotion in particular and the importance of praying not just for reparations for ourselves but for others as well.  Through their discussion Father also talks about the Children's Mass this morning where they celebrated the Feast of St. Nick which leads him to recall and shares fond memories/past stories of his interactions with the school children.  St. Stanislaus Kostka Parish

Father Anthony with Tony, and Cristina gather to discuss the goings on, and people in the Parish. Today they chat about the cold Chicago weather and veer of tangents on age, singing and past events.  After prayer, Father speaks about St. Francis Xavier's life and works.  Then the group just chats around the table about societal expectations, tolerances, intolerances and their ironies.  They end talking about how life was in the past versus today.  St. Stanislaus Kostka Parish  

The dates for the 2026 Will Eisner Week have been announced. Joann Sfar and Tony Sandoval tackle Dragons of Paris. H.P. Lovecraft story The Thing on the Doorstep gets adapted.SUBSCRIBE ON RSS, APPLE, SPOTIFY, OR THE APP OF YOUR CHOICE. FOLLOW US ON BLUESKY, INSTAGRAM, TIKTOK, AND FACEBOOK. SUPPORT OUR SHOWS ON PATREON.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

In this sermon, The Rev. Jacob Smith articulates how Christians move forward in life by looking backwards to what God has already done.