I had been a subscriber to Liguorian for many years but stopped my subscription because of some of the liberal articles. In Fr. Lewandowski’s article, “When Jesus Was Deported,” he objects to the “organized removal of over a million undocumented immigrants.” He refers to this as “intolerant, inhospitable, and bigoted.” Amazingly, in the entire piece he doesn’t mention the word “illegal.” How does Fr. Lewandowski think the country would survive if everyone was allowed to enter at will?
Several options for a solution exist, including temporary amnesty, but for Fr. Lewandowski to say we should be “astounded” is, in my opinion, to disregard common sense, justice, and our national security.—K. Klein, FL
I can’t remember how long I’ve been reading your wonderful and blessed Liguorian. I started receiving it in the 1960s. I’ve worked for thirty years as a sacristan at St. Nikolaus Church in Munich, Bavaria. Each year around St. Nicholas Day I visit approximately two hundred children. Several years ago we started a campaign called Weihnachtsmannfreie Zone. It’s meant to go against all the worldly Santas who swarm our city’s and homes and honor the traditional holy bishop of St. Nicholas. I noticed an advertisement in your magazine of Santa carving nativity figures. Of course it looks nice and cozy—I myself like to do a little carving—but don’t you think it looks a little silly to picture holy bishop St. Nicholas like that?
And do you really have to have so many full-page advertisements in your wonderful magazine? Instead, you could use that valuable space to spread the Good News of our all-loving God. I still love and enjoy your informative Catholic magazine and read it from cover to cover! But please, don’t print so many advertisements.
God bless you all. Thank you for your good and blessed work.—J. Endhart, Germany
Editor’s note: We would like to share an inspiring poem sent in by a reader.
Did I put a smile on your face?
You ask, laughter shining in your voice.
You put a song in my soul
Like sleigh bells ringing
Across fresh snow
You bring me peace
Like shimmering silver
Like baby smiles
opened in the morning sun
You bring me beauty
like the break of a new day
Like the Christ Child’s birth
You bring me hope
Like nothing I could imagine,
touch, see, or hear
Like the moon caresses the sea
You bring me love