CST #220: Abraham Lincoln and Brave

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In a special car trip home edition of CST, we review Abraham Lincoln and Brave.


CST #219: Fortnight for Freedom

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The Barron family hits Six Flags, Kat has been working a lot, we left the boys in Blakely and were out of Gevalia!

Entertainment mentioned:

Movies –

War Horse


A Little Bit of Heaven

TV –

The Killing

Apps –


Links mentioned –



CST #218: Prometheus and Nudging

Confirmation Sunday lasts almost 3 hours, mac drones on and on about all the stuff he’s been watching, we do full review of Prometheus, and we talk about God’s nudges in our lives.

Movies mentioned:

No Escape

The Messenger


TV Shows:


The Killing

Transformers Prime


A Severe Mercy by Sheldon Vanauken

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Catching up on Catholic in a Small Town

Just added some posts to catch up this site to our most recent shows, in case this is how you find them.

Look for a new Catholic in a Small Town later today!

CST #217: Summer Napping and Parish Hopping

Mac is out for summer? What are your summer projects? Mac puts up lots of fence. Kat saw the Avengers, The Vow, and This Means War. Mac reads alternate history. We also discuss our reasons for leaving our home parish.

Movies mentioned:

The Avengers

The Vow

This Means War

Books Mentioned:

Leviathan, Behemoth, and Goliath by Scott Westerfield

Listen to CST #217 here, or subscribe via iTunes.

CST #216: In memory of Mrs. Elaine

We talk about the passing of Katherine’s mom, Mass Confusion gets an award, the Avengers is the greatest movie ever, Tree of Life is amazing until the end, and we give our perspective on Hospice Care.

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CST #215: Skylanders – Great Game or Money Hole?

Updates on Kat’s Mom and cousin, our boys heavily invest in Skylanders, we enjoyed Hunger Games and take part in the annointing of the sick.

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CST #214: Treasure Buddies worse than Battlefield Earth

The Barron family goes through some hard times… not counting having to sit through Cruddy Buddies.

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On the rock in my pocket…

I have a rock in my pocket. It’s kind of a mutating rock. Sometimes it seems small, like a pebble. Today it’s a boulder. Last night, saying good-night to my boys, it seemed like a mountain.

How does one write about this? How does a person put down into words the countless emotions that run through my head when the thought “My mother is dead” comes sneaking in? For that is what happens a million times a day.

At home: I need to go the store and my mother is dead. What are those children doing up there and my mom is gone.

Watching T.V.: What a sweet movie. Mama would love this, but I can’t tell her about it because she is dead.

Coming home from Statesboro: I should call mom and let her know that we are on the way, but I can’t because she is not there. She is dead.

You see, rocks.

I feel muted. Not like someone has turned down the volume, but like gray and mauve and teal and burnt umber. Doesn’t that sound so very teenager angst? I feel – young. I feel – fragile. I look around at my children, who I won’t lie, keep me distracted somewhat from the immediacy of the emotions. How can I have time to break down when Jude is screaming at Sam who is chasing the dog because the dog bit him? I mean, who has time for all of this emotion when there are these children to take care of. I think I feel young because I look at my kids and I think that I am not ready to face the next few years with them without her. I feel young in that I want my mama.

But it’s a very odd sort of want. I know that she’s gone. I’m not in any kind of denial – I’m too pragmatic for that. It’s this whole facing mortality thing. It’s the knowledge that what happened to her not only has happened to other people in my life, but will happen to MORE people in my life, will happen to ME in fact and though I should be rejoicing because, hey, we all have to die and she lived a good life and she loved the Lord, blah, blah, blah, but it’s maddening to think that any of my family, at any moment could be gone and there is nothing I can do about it. There is nothing that I can say or think or feel that will change the inevitability of that. I think, surely, God wouldn’t take my husband or one of my kids from me because I’ve already been through this twice, but that’s BULL. God doesn’t work like that. THE WORLD doesn’t work like that, so what’s it all for? That is what I have to ask myself and what I have to come to terms with and what I have to FACE for the next however many years until I become the rock in someone else’s pocket.

That’s the rock in my pocket. Or pebble. Or mountain.

On standing up during my mom’s funeral…

The following is the eulogy that I read at my mother’s funeral today:

My mom did not start out her life as glue, as someone who kept the people around her from falling apart, but she learned over a lifetime how to be that person. I suppose some of this super-power of hers came from the family trait of stubbornness. This trait could, as a daughter, be maddening at times – certainly not easy. But that stubbornness – that in some people leads to a hardening and a pulling away – led instead to a softening and an opening up that could amaze me.

I am her oldest child. I do remember that young mom with a quick temper who could yell when she needed to. Now that I have my own children, I know that no one sees your worst side like your children do. But I also watched her change – with the death of her own parents when she was in her 20s and early 30s, through taking in her niece who became her daughter, through the loss of a son, and through her battles with cancer.

With each sorrow she grew in wisdom and strength, she reached out in ways that I am still becoming aware of.  She spoke with other mothers who lost sons and daughters – because she knew that pain, she knew how awful the pain could be, and she knew how to comfort and hug and cry with those who had lost one of their own. Through that loss she gained a different perspective on being a mother. She learned that love speaks louder than anger – that some things just are not worth the fight. It’s a grandmother’s wisdom – and I hope and pray that I listened enough to take those lessons so hard learned to heart.

When mom and dad found out last year that she had a brain tumor, that the cancer that we had hoped and prayed and believed was defeated had come back – she told us that she was not afraid to die. She knew where she was going and that she was going to see Wilder, my brother, again. That she would fight as hard as she knew how to stay here with us, but that if she lost that fight it was okay.

No person is an island and my mom was no exception. Even glue has to get it’s cohesiveness from somewhere and she got it from two sources. One was her husband. No matter how strong she had to be for everyone else, with him she could let go and pour out her sorrows to someone who knew her as no one else did. Their love for each other gave her the strength to be who she needed and wanted to be. And it has been an honor and a privilege to be witness to their love for all of my life.

But I know that my dad would say that he was strong for her and she would say that she was not afraid to die for one reason—and this is because of the Rock that they both stand upon which is Jesus Christ. He was and is, even more so now, the source and summit of her Faith. She learned to draw from the strength of Christ more and more as each sorrow came. She praised Him always. And to you here who knew her, you know that she was not afraid to share that love with everyone around her.

My mother was not perfect, nor would she want you to think that she was, but she did bring those around her closer to the Lord by her presence and by the unmatchable smile that I know is lighting heaven now.

I read the following verse at my brother’s funeral, standing in this same spot, and the words are just as true today as they were then.  From Ephesians 3, verses 14-21;

“For this reason I bow my knees to the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, from whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named, that He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with might through His Spirit in the inner man, that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height— to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge; that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.

Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.”



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