"Behind and prior to every vocation to the priesthood or the consecrated life there is always someone’s powerful and intense prayer: a grandmother’s, a grandfather’s, a mother’s, a father’s, a community’s; This is why Jesus said: ‘Pray to the Lord of the harvest,’ that is, God the Father, ‘that he might send workers for the harvest!’ (Matthew 9:38) Vocations are born in prayer and from prayer; and only in prayer can they persevere and bear fruit.” – Pope Francis
Q. My boss is a complete micromanager – I feel as if I might as well not even be there, since she rewrites all my letters, and is constantly looking over my shoulder. Is there any way to get her to stop?
A. Don’t count on it. When subordinates feel harassed and diminished, they get defensive – either passively or aggressively. The boss becomes a fixation, a target. You can’t change her. But you can shrewdly manage yourself in a bad situation.
Mike says: Jenny wants to get a tattoo – I am really opposed to this and think it is immoral to “deface” our bodies that way. We are fighting about this all the time.
She says:“It’s my body. I can do to it what I want.”
Jenny says: It’s my body – not Mike’s. I don’t think it’s any of his business if I get a tattoo. I don’t tell him to shave his beard.
My ex-boyfriend won’t stop calling me or sending me cards. We go to the same school, and he keeps leaving notes in my locker. How can I get him to stop?
Legally, harassment is an intentional behavior that is found threatening or disturbing. Your ex-boyfriend is harassing you.
Q. My child recently turned 10 years old. Is that too young to have the talk?
A. Parents in the 1950s were asking this question, too, leading the National Education Association, in collaboration with the American Medical Association, to prepare a book to provide some answers. The questions that were addressed in that book are relevant today, as are the responses.
You can ask God to change a bad condition FOR you, or you can ask God to change it WITH you. Which path do you think God prefers?
"An Autobiography In Five Short Chapters," by Portia Nelson
I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost. I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.