Sad news from London: Amy Winehouse has been found dead in her home. Only twenty-seven years old. Great talent, wonderful voice, soulful tunes. A tortured soul, from most accounts. This particular song is sad in its irony--and, I can't deny it, as catchy as all get out.
If you have a moment, say a Hail Mary for Amy Winehouse as well as those who are still struggling with addictions. May she rest in peace; may she find her true home in God's loving arms. May we all, each of us, find our true home in God's loving arms.
Rantings and reflections from a middle-aged man who simulataneously loves some aspects of Catholicism and wrestles painfully with some of the faith's other teachings and traits. An unapologetic "cafeteria Catholic." Not ready to give up on this church just yet, not ready to jump ship; just trying to light a couple emergency flares...or maybe just light a single candle rather than curse the darkness, to borrow the words of the Christophers. Welcome to my version of progressive Catholicism.
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