1.0The Now Wordhttps://www.markmallett.com/blogMarkhttps://www.markmallett.com/blog/author/admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="gGGSUzZB4T"><a href="https://www.markmallett.com/blog/goodness-has-a-name/">Goodness Has a Name</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.markmallett.com/blog/goodness-has-a-name/embed/#?secret=gGGSUzZB4T" width="600" height="338" title="“Goodness Has a Name” — The Now Word" data-secret="gGGSUzZB4T" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.markmallett.com/blog/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> The faces of my children and the woman who gave them to me pass before me, and I can't help but turn my own toward the window as warm tears begin to flow... droplets of inexpressible love for the handiwork of God, of goodness incarnate , woven and molded in the unique and undupliacatable souls of my family. ... I see also that somehow we must find a way to show that Catholicism is not a philosophy, an institution, or mere organization... but a path, a living path to find Goodness, or rather, reconciliation with Goodness so as to free humanity from its distorted ideas of goodness, truth, and beauty that instead lead it to the destruction of true joy and peace.https://www.markmallett.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Homecoming.jpg