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|Some of Ellen's stuffies that gather round the crib at church and Mission|
Maggie Muggins was the first book I received as a child about 68 years ago. And we listened to Maggie Muggins on the radio when I was a little girl. I've often quoted, "All in all, it's been quite a day said Maggie Muggins to Mr. McGarrity."
My latest kitty is called Maggie Muggins.
Got up in the middle of the night recently and noticed a dark blob on white on the chesterfield. On inspection, discovered Maggie had found our Baby Jesus-es... and snuggled up with them. On the left is a porcelain faced doll that belonged to Dorothy Spence, former parishioner first of St. Alban's and then, after their fire, of what became St. CHL. Then there's Black Baby Jesus and Asian Baby Jesus.
If you've never seen the world creches at St. Joseph's Oratory, it's a wonderful experience for a confirmation class.
Jesus belongs to all of us. Jesus is in all of us. Jesus is all of us - or is it that we are all called to be Jesus in the world?
Maggie Muggins is also fond of the Dalai Lama's Cat. She doesn't have the Himalayan pedigree, but she's royal just the same. Or at least she thinks so - and that's what counts.