Forest Weld
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Pope Leo calls for kindness to strangers and the poor in Christmas Eve message
Refusing to help those in need is tantamount to rejecting God himself, says pontiff during Christmas Eve mass
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January 4, 2026 at 2:35 PM
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Happy New Year, everyone. Let us make it be so.
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January 1, 2026 at 3:33 PM
Happy New Year, everyone. Let us make it be so.
"Greatness does not come about through accumulating great amounts of money, great amounts of publicity or great power in government. When you help someone in any of thousands of ways, you help the world. Kindness is costless but also priceless."
— Warren Buffett
— Warren Buffett
December 31, 2025 at 5:31 PM
"Greatness does not come about through accumulating great amounts of money, great amounts of publicity or great power in government. When you help someone in any of thousands of ways, you help the world. Kindness is costless but also priceless."
— Warren Buffett
— Warren Buffett
Pete Hegseth, Laura Loomer, Kristi Noem, Congressman Randy Fine of Florida, Senator Tommy Tuberville of Alabama, Indiana state senator Chris Garten, by their "Christmas" messages show themselves to be true acolytes of the Antichrist, wolves in sheep's clothing. Turn the other cheek.
December 28, 2025 at 5:28 PM
Pete Hegseth, Laura Loomer, Kristi Noem, Congressman Randy Fine of Florida, Senator Tommy Tuberville of Alabama, Indiana state senator Chris Garten, by their "Christmas" messages show themselves to be true acolytes of the Antichrist, wolves in sheep's clothing. Turn the other cheek.
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The gloom of the world is but a shadow. Behind it, yet within our reach, is joy. Take joy!
And so, at this Christmas time, I greet you, with the prayer that for you, now and forever, the day breaks, and the shadows flee away.
(From the Christmas letter of Fra Giovanni Giocondo)
The gloom of the world is but a shadow. Behind it, yet within our reach, is joy. Take joy!
And so, at this Christmas time, I greet you, with the prayer that for you, now and forever, the day breaks, and the shadows flee away.
(From the Christmas letter of Fra Giovanni Giocondo)
December 25, 2025 at 12:11 PM
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The gloom of the world is but a shadow. Behind it, yet within our reach, is joy. Take joy!
And so, at this Christmas time, I greet you, with the prayer that for you, now and forever, the day breaks, and the shadows flee away.
(From the Christmas letter of Fra Giovanni Giocondo)
The gloom of the world is but a shadow. Behind it, yet within our reach, is joy. Take joy!
And so, at this Christmas time, I greet you, with the prayer that for you, now and forever, the day breaks, and the shadows flee away.
(From the Christmas letter of Fra Giovanni Giocondo)
I salute you.
There is nothing I can give you which you have not. But there is much that, while I cannot give, you can take.
No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in it today. Take heaven!
No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present instant. Take peace!
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There is nothing I can give you which you have not. But there is much that, while I cannot give, you can take.
No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in it today. Take heaven!
No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present instant. Take peace!
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December 25, 2025 at 12:10 PM
I salute you.
There is nothing I can give you which you have not. But there is much that, while I cannot give, you can take.
No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in it today. Take heaven!
No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present instant. Take peace!
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There is nothing I can give you which you have not. But there is much that, while I cannot give, you can take.
No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in it today. Take heaven!
No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present instant. Take peace!
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“There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited,” returned the nephew: “Christmas among the rest . And, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!”
December 24, 2025 at 3:07 PM
“There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited,” returned the nephew: “Christmas among the rest . And, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!”
The End of It
Yes! And the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own, to make amends in!
I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!” Scrooge repeated. “The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me.
Yes! And the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own, to make amends in!
I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!” Scrooge repeated. “The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me.
December 23, 2025 at 3:39 PM
The End of It
Yes! And the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own, to make amends in!
I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!” Scrooge repeated. “The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me.
Yes! And the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own, to make amends in!
I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!” Scrooge repeated. “The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me.
“Men’s courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead,” said Scrooge. “But if the courses be departed from, the ends will change. Say it is thus!”
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“Good Spirit, your nature intercedes for me & pities me. Assure me that I yet may change these shadows.
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“Good Spirit, your nature intercedes for me & pities me. Assure me that I yet may change these shadows.
December 22, 2025 at 4:17 PM
“Men’s courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead,” said Scrooge. “But if the courses be departed from, the ends will change. Say it is thus!”
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“Good Spirit, your nature intercedes for me & pities me. Assure me that I yet may change these shadows.
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“Good Spirit, your nature intercedes for me & pities me. Assure me that I yet may change these shadows.
“Spirit! This is a fearful place. In leaving it, I shall not leave its lesson, trust me. Let us go!”
Again, it seemed to look upon him.
“If there is any person in the town, who feels emotion caused by this man’s death,” said Scrooge quite agonized, “show that person to me, Spirit, I beseech you!”
Again, it seemed to look upon him.
“If there is any person in the town, who feels emotion caused by this man’s death,” said Scrooge quite agonized, “show that person to me, Spirit, I beseech you!”
December 21, 2025 at 3:30 PM
“Spirit! This is a fearful place. In leaving it, I shall not leave its lesson, trust me. Let us go!”
Again, it seemed to look upon him.
“If there is any person in the town, who feels emotion caused by this man’s death,” said Scrooge quite agonized, “show that person to me, Spirit, I beseech you!”
Again, it seemed to look upon him.
“If there is any person in the town, who feels emotion caused by this man’s death,” said Scrooge quite agonized, “show that person to me, Spirit, I beseech you!”
Future
It was shrouded in a deep black garment, which concealed its head, its face, its form, and left nothing of it visible save one outstretched hand.
“I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come?” said Scrooge.
The Spirit answered not, but pointed onward with its hand.
It was shrouded in a deep black garment, which concealed its head, its face, its form, and left nothing of it visible save one outstretched hand.
“I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come?” said Scrooge.
The Spirit answered not, but pointed onward with its hand.
December 19, 2025 at 2:47 PM
Future
It was shrouded in a deep black garment, which concealed its head, its face, its form, and left nothing of it visible save one outstretched hand.
“I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come?” said Scrooge.
The Spirit answered not, but pointed onward with its hand.
It was shrouded in a deep black garment, which concealed its head, its face, its form, and left nothing of it visible save one outstretched hand.
“I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come?” said Scrooge.
The Spirit answered not, but pointed onward with its hand.
“They are Man’s,” said the Spirit, looking down on them. “And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, & all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see written Doom, unless the writing be erased.
December 18, 2025 at 1:37 PM
“They are Man’s,” said the Spirit, looking down on them. “And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, & all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see written Doom, unless the writing be erased.
“There are some upon this earth of yours,” returned the Spirit, “who lay claim to know us, and who do their deeds of passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness in our name, who are as strange to us and all our kith and kin, as if they had never lived.
December 17, 2025 at 4:25 PM
“There are some upon this earth of yours,” returned the Spirit, “who lay claim to know us, and who do their deeds of passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness in our name, who are as strange to us and all our kith and kin, as if they had never lived.
The site of these poor revelers appeared to interest the spirit very much, … and it was a very uncommon kind of torch, for when there were angry words between some dinner-carriers who had jostled each other, he shed a few drops of water on them from it, and their good humour was restored directly.
December 16, 2025 at 3:57 PM
The site of these poor revelers appeared to interest the spirit very much, … and it was a very uncommon kind of torch, for when there were angry words between some dinner-carriers who had jostled each other, he shed a few drops of water on them from it, and their good humour was restored directly.
Present
Now, being prepared for almost anything, he was not by any means prepared for nothing; and, consequently, when the Bell struck One, and no shape appeared, he was taken with a violent fit of trembling. Five minutes, ten minutes, a quarter of an hour went by, yet nothing came.
Now, being prepared for almost anything, he was not by any means prepared for nothing; and, consequently, when the Bell struck One, and no shape appeared, he was taken with a violent fit of trembling. Five minutes, ten minutes, a quarter of an hour went by, yet nothing came.
December 14, 2025 at 2:36 PM
Present
Now, being prepared for almost anything, he was not by any means prepared for nothing; and, consequently, when the Bell struck One, and no shape appeared, he was taken with a violent fit of trembling. Five minutes, ten minutes, a quarter of an hour went by, yet nothing came.
Now, being prepared for almost anything, he was not by any means prepared for nothing; and, consequently, when the Bell struck One, and no shape appeared, he was taken with a violent fit of trembling. Five minutes, ten minutes, a quarter of an hour went by, yet nothing came.
“Yo ho, there! Ebenezer! Dick!”
Scrooge’s former self, now grown a young man, came briskly in, accompanied by his fellow-‘prentice.
“Yo ho, my boys!” said Fezziwig, “No more work tonight. Christmas Eve, Christmas! Let’s have the shutters up,” cried old Fezziwig, “before a man can say Jack Robinson!”
Scrooge’s former self, now grown a young man, came briskly in, accompanied by his fellow-‘prentice.
“Yo ho, my boys!” said Fezziwig, “No more work tonight. Christmas Eve, Christmas! Let’s have the shutters up,” cried old Fezziwig, “before a man can say Jack Robinson!”
December 13, 2025 at 4:13 PM
“Yo ho, there! Ebenezer! Dick!”
Scrooge’s former self, now grown a young man, came briskly in, accompanied by his fellow-‘prentice.
“Yo ho, my boys!” said Fezziwig, “No more work tonight. Christmas Eve, Christmas! Let’s have the shutters up,” cried old Fezziwig, “before a man can say Jack Robinson!”
Scrooge’s former self, now grown a young man, came briskly in, accompanied by his fellow-‘prentice.
“Yo ho, my boys!” said Fezziwig, “No more work tonight. Christmas Eve, Christmas! Let’s have the shutters up,” cried old Fezziwig, “before a man can say Jack Robinson!”
Past
“Are you the Spirit, sir, whose coming was foretold to me?” asked Scrooge.
“I am!”
The voice was soft and gentle. Singularly low, as if instead of being close beside him, it were at a distance.
“Who and what are you?” Scrooge demanded.
“I am the ghost of Christmas Past.”
“Are you the Spirit, sir, whose coming was foretold to me?” asked Scrooge.
“I am!”
The voice was soft and gentle. Singularly low, as if instead of being close beside him, it were at a distance.
“Who and what are you?” Scrooge demanded.
“I am the ghost of Christmas Past.”
December 12, 2025 at 3:29 PM
Past
“Are you the Spirit, sir, whose coming was foretold to me?” asked Scrooge.
“I am!”
The voice was soft and gentle. Singularly low, as if instead of being close beside him, it were at a distance.
“Who and what are you?” Scrooge demanded.
“I am the ghost of Christmas Past.”
“Are you the Spirit, sir, whose coming was foretold to me?” asked Scrooge.
“I am!”
The voice was soft and gentle. Singularly low, as if instead of being close beside him, it were at a distance.
“Who and what are you?” Scrooge demanded.
“I am the ghost of Christmas Past.”
“You will be haunted,” resumed the Ghost, “by Three Spirits … Without their visits, you cannot hope to shun my path. Expect the first to-morrow, when the bell tolls one. Expect the second on the next night at the same hour. The third upon the next night when the last stroke of twelve has ceased.
December 11, 2025 at 3:13 PM
“You will be haunted,” resumed the Ghost, “by Three Spirits … Without their visits, you cannot hope to shun my path. Expect the first to-morrow, when the bell tolls one. Expect the second on the next night at the same hour. The third upon the next night when the last stroke of twelve has ceased.
“Business!” cried the Ghost, wringing its hands again. “Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were, all my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!”
December 10, 2025 at 2:38 PM
“Business!” cried the Ghost, wringing its hands again. “Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were, all my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!”
“It is required of every man,” the Ghost returned, “that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellowmen, and travel far and wide, and if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so after death. It is doomed to wander through the world and witness what it cannot share
December 9, 2025 at 2:53 PM
“It is required of every man,” the Ghost returned, “that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellowmen, and travel far and wide, and if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so after death. It is doomed to wander through the world and witness what it cannot share
Marley’s Ghost
“Why do you doubt your senses?”
“Because,” said Scrooge, “a little thing affects them. A slight disorder of the stomach. You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a fragment of an underdone potato. There’s more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!”
“Why do you doubt your senses?”
“Because,” said Scrooge, “a little thing affects them. A slight disorder of the stomach. You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a fragment of an underdone potato. There’s more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!”
December 8, 2025 at 3:31 PM
Marley’s Ghost
“Why do you doubt your senses?”
“Because,” said Scrooge, “a little thing affects them. A slight disorder of the stomach. You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a fragment of an underdone potato. There’s more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!”
“Why do you doubt your senses?”
“Because,” said Scrooge, “a little thing affects them. A slight disorder of the stomach. You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a fragment of an underdone potato. There’s more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!”