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<title><![CDATA[St. Mary Parish, Franklin, MA Blog - Pastoral Reflections]]></title>
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  <title><![CDATA[Where God Is: Choosing the Kingdom Daily]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Choosing Heaven: My children often ask me questions about Heaven. What does Heaven look like? Is there nighttime in Heaven? Do you get hungry in Heaven? Are there oceans in Heaven? Will we feel bored in Heaven? My answer is almost always the same: &#8220;I can&#8217;t tell you for sure.&#8221; I guess I didn&#8217;t realize how little we actually know about Heaven until I had kids who were obsessed with hearing the details.</p>]]></description>
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  <title><![CDATA[The Weeds We Need]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Driving up my street in late spring, you can see which yard is mine from a whole block away: it&#8217;s the one covered in dandelions. And I like it that way.</p><p>I fear neither my husband&#8217;s shame nor the snarky comments of neighbors: I will never apologize for my dandelion-filled yard. &#8220;It&#8217;s for the pollinators,&#8221; I say, but it&#8217;s a total lie. I just think it looks lovely. Who doesn&#8217;t like a splash of yellow after a long, dreary winter?</p>]]></description>
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  <title><![CDATA[The Seed Sown on Rich Soil]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes I feel capable of absorbing almost anything except God&#8217;s Word. My mind soaks up song lyrics, sports trivia, and endless online content. But what was the reading at Mass this morning? I struggle to recall. That realization discourages me, and it leads to an uncomfortable question. What is my heart really for? Is it shaped for constant information and distraction, or is it truly designed for God? Am I capable of deeply receiving His Word?</p>]]></description>
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