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My Favorite Christmas Gift
At the pinnacle of the sloping ceiling at St. Cletus Catholic Church (in St. Charles, Mo.), at the center of…
Author Mike Eisenbath
Mike Eisenbath
Mike Eisenbath has been married to Donna for 30 years; they have four adult children and two grandsons. He was an award-winning sportswriter for 23 years, including 18 at the St. Louis Post-Dispatch with duties that included covering the St. Louis Cardinals and Major League Baseball. Severe depression forced him out of that career. He continues to write, with a monthly column in the St. Louis Review and his www.eisenbath.com website featuring reflections on topics such as his Catholic faith and mental illness. Mike is a frequent speaker and radio guest involving those subjects. Among his three books is Hence My Eyes Are Turned Toward You: Confronting Depression With Faith and the Prayer of Jehoshaphat.
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An Open Discussion About Suicide Might Save Someone’s Life
Funny, talented, wealthy, generous, admired people aren’t supposed to want to die. People are supposed to live beyond the age…
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Remain Here
Our approximately 48-hour visit to the “top of the mountain” neared its end. I knew we soon would be leaving,…
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Everyone Has a Story to Share
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” –Maya Angelou It’s all about our stories.…
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Pursuing Mercy
Not everyone reads the Bible. And even though many people who attend a church that is based in the Bible…
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The Call to Humility
I like to play this little game now and then: I’ll pick a word – or as is the case more…
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Farmer Wisdom
The theme my personal website, www.eisenbath.com, is “Hope.” Simple in many ways, so elusive for people in others. When I need…
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Seeing With God’s Eyes
Some gifts are a mystery to me, to the point that people blessed with those gifts inspire me. I’m thinking…
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Finding Myself in the Prayers of the Divine Office
Back when I saw him regularly, Carl seemed like he never was going to age. Even well into his 60s,…
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All I Could Do Was Pray
The air was cold, the moon full, the wind biting as I stood in the backyard waiting for the dogs…