tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post1783422411911841667..comments2024-03-05T14:07:28.062-08:00Comments on Ask Sister Mary Martha: You Better Watch OutSister Mary Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00580244097177195453noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-87432130535125191592007-12-24T07:08:00.000-08:002007-12-24T07:08:00.000-08:00Being a Scandianvian myself, I find your story of ...Being a Scandianvian myself, I find your story of the Scandianavian Santa a bit off. Santa was never called st.Nicolas in Scandinavia, I belive that was the Netherlands. In Norway, at least, we have something called a 'nisse', and the modern day Santa is a combiantion of St.Nicolas and the Scandinavian 'nisse'. I old Norvegian folklore people believed that every farm had its own 'nisse', a tiny guy who gave prosperity to the farm if treated well. On Christmas Eve he got a bowl of porrige,and if the family failed to give him that he would behave bad for the whole of next year; making the cattle and the familiy sick, for instance. The Norvegian 'nisse' didn't start handing out presents before someone found out that he did so in other countries, but in Sweden they had a 'julebukk' (roughly translates to Chritmas goat) who gave presents to children at Christmas Eve (We do all our celebration on Chrismas Eve in Scandinavia; we eat with our families and open our presents, and do nothing special on the 25th).<BR/><BR/>Other than that little mistake, I enjoyed your post. Merry Christmas.Mariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10356736392512324596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-14588253611047563442007-12-23T22:21:00.000-08:002007-12-23T22:21:00.000-08:00Dear Sister,I respectfully have a different take o...Dear Sister,<BR/>I respectfully have a different take on Santa. <BR/>I was incredibly upset to learn that there was no Santa when I was in 3rd grade. I just couldn't believe that the cookies I left out for him were just eaten by my mom and the carrot that I KNEW was given to Rudolph was just chewed on by my dad. My conclusion to all of it was "if my parents lied to me about Santa, what else are they telling me that isn't true?" I really felt as if I could no longer trust them. <BR/>I have told my own children this story and have told them that I will never willing lie to them about something. They can believe me when I tell them something. I never want to break trust with them if I can help it.<BR/><BR/>Just my thoughts......<BR/><BR/>Bless you Sister - I really enjoy your blog!<BR/><BR/>-CarolAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-88747847001733685942007-12-23T19:03:00.000-08:002007-12-23T19:03:00.000-08:00We started talking about Santa because of our read...<I>We started talking about Santa because of our reader who implied that it was terrible to lie to children about Santa, who doesn't exist. He does exist. He lives in heaven and his name is St. Nicholaus. He is available to intercede for you at the drop of a fur trimmed hat.<BR/><BR/>He doesn't have a factory on the North Pole, an army of elves, flying reindeer, a wife--he certainly doesn't have one special reindeer with a glowing red nose.<BR/><BR/>But his story holds the essence of Christmas, a special being who spends 100% of his time thinking of someone else's happiness. Who does that remind you of?</I><BR/><BR/>This agrees nicely with <A HREF="http://regularthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/yes-virginia-why-i-believe-in-santa.html" REL="nofollow">something I wrote</A> about two years ago. It's nice to see I got it right.!Sir Galen of Bristolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14249011691189216258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-80670097329678786942007-12-23T14:46:00.000-08:002007-12-23T14:46:00.000-08:00A joyous Christmas to you!A joyous Christmas to you!Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12356420873078531863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-75499651262438097732007-12-23T10:57:00.000-08:002007-12-23T10:57:00.000-08:00TC: I've known a woman in the situation you descr...TC: I've known a woman in the situation you described above who was a thrid order Carmelite, and joined a Carmelite community as the Extern--so she participated in the daily life with the sisters and served them... it seemed like a real lovely way to spend one's retirement. :)La Bibliotecaria Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09159679376366104715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-66584567282889275252007-12-22T15:02:00.000-08:002007-12-22T15:02:00.000-08:00Sister -Thank you for this post. I'm printing it o...Sister -<BR/>Thank you for this post. I'm printing it out to keep handy for all the times I've had to answer the "you willingly LIE to your children?!?!"<BR/><BR/>I enjoy your blog, believe in you, and thank you for reminding me, daily, why I love being Catholic.<BR/><BR/>Merry Christmas, and God Bless!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-38409452637067982482007-12-22T10:11:00.000-08:002007-12-22T10:11:00.000-08:00"The poem doesn't say he's fat. Does it?"I believe..."The poem doesn't say he's fat. Does it?"<BR/><BR/>I believe it mentions his belly being like a bowlful of jelly. It's implied that he's fat.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-57138501960560703062007-12-22T09:15:00.000-08:002007-12-22T09:15:00.000-08:00Well Sister I believe in you. I've known a few nun...Well Sister I believe in you. I've known a few nuns in my time and you aren't anywhere close to the strangest, no offense meant. I find nuns to be very practical people who adapt well to where ever they land with a simple trust in God's plan for them. Wish I was more like that myself......Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-17344402917224953442007-12-22T03:37:00.000-08:002007-12-22T03:37:00.000-08:00A.I. was only talking about"practice"! Love your s...A.I. was only talking about"practice"!<BR/> Love your site always insightful and religious teachings with the modern world mixed in. I think i would certainly enjoy conversing with you.<BR/> I am a Raptors fan and right now praying for TJ Ford to be healthy.<BR/> As mentioned love your site and I will be checking in daily!<BR/>Thanks and God Bless!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-57618953649201628972007-12-22T02:24:00.000-08:002007-12-22T02:24:00.000-08:00Faith is a wonderful thing to have to get us all t...Faith is a wonderful thing to have to get us all through the long winter months - whether you find it wrapped in swaddling in a manger or sneaking down your chimney with a sack full of presents.RadioPiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04458182612575923123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-81472679674312336942007-12-21T23:31:00.000-08:002007-12-21T23:31:00.000-08:00Oh, and I have a question, Sister. One that has no...Oh, and I have a question, Sister. One that has nothing to do with the Latin Mass, pagan holidays or basketball. <BR/><BR/>Can a Catholic widow join a convent, if her kids are grown and such. If not as a nun, then as the world's oldest novice, maybe? Don't worry, my husband's safe and I don't have a calling. I just wondered if women still did that, like in Medievel times, when they spent their waning years praying and doing good works.Shighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13931443064683608149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-83825791597722135252007-12-21T23:21:00.000-08:002007-12-21T23:21:00.000-08:00Ditto, what Devoted said. Merry Christmas.Ditto, what Devoted said. Merry Christmas.Shighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13931443064683608149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-71135374910702879782007-12-21T20:01:00.000-08:002007-12-21T20:01:00.000-08:00Dear Sister,I really want to believe - in you. Bu...Dear Sister,<BR/><BR/>I really want to believe - in you. But how to you manage to be so hopelessly hip, graphically apropos and thoelogically correct, all while dealing with your daily life and taking care of Sr. Mary Fiacre? Also, what happened to your post from December 15th, where you "elfed" yourself (which I have gotten over being freaked out about)....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-70818092452172923012007-12-21T19:54:00.000-08:002007-12-21T19:54:00.000-08:00We've enjoyed this site:http://www.stnicholascente...We've enjoyed this site:<BR/>http://www.stnicholascenter.org/Brix?pageID=38<BR/><BR/>In our family, we leave our list out on Saint Nicholas Day--he picks it up and gives it to the Christ Child. Then, it is the Christ Child who decides on the gifts and then on Christmas Eve, Saint Nicholas helps the Christ Child deliver the gifts--since He probably wants to be with Mary and Joseph on this night.<BR/><BR/>Theologically, it does a lot of good. All good things come from God--Saints have super powers because of God--Saint Nicholas is in heaven... <BR/><BR/>Merry Christmas, Sister!La Bibliotecaria Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09159679376366104715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-45010773601406928902007-12-21T15:34:00.000-08:002007-12-21T15:34:00.000-08:00well said Sisterwell said SisterAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com