For the past several weeks, this country has been treated to the shenanigans of Representative Patrick Kennedy, son of the late Senator from Massachusetts. He apparently has a compulsive need to publicly call out the Roman Catholic Church, and his bishop, in particular. His actions, in which he has been the source of the revelations concerning the bishop;s directives that he refrain from the sacraments due to his public actions, are execrable and those of a person deficient in good moral character. They are cowardly in that he releases what purport to be private communications and counselings from his bishop, and then whines like a girly man and coward when the bishop (how DARE he) defend the Church and Her teachings in public. The bishop, throughout this situation, has reacted the way that a real man would- calmly and temperately, especially since he knows that he is dealing with a man child. The Representative is behaving cravenly, and as a bully- he is not getting his way and he knows it. The Kennedy aura and mystique cannot be pulled over his bishop's eyes and he is panicking.
The better man has already won, as has the Church of which he is a member of its episcopate. Now, where were McCarrick and O'Malley when they participated in the burial of the father?
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18 July 2009
American Papist: Not Your Average Catholic!: Offbeat: Why Catholics need to eat fish on Friday - because they are trying to eat us.
American Papist: Not Your Average Catholic!: Offbeat: Why Catholics need to eat fish on Friday - because they are trying to eat us.
Prior to my elucidation on the subject, via this link to American Papist, I had always thought that Catholics ate fish in reparation/remembrance of Good Friday- how silly and presumptious of me. ENJOY!!!!!
Prior to my elucidation on the subject, via this link to American Papist, I had always thought that Catholics ate fish in reparation/remembrance of Good Friday- how silly and presumptious of me. ENJOY!!!!!
16 July 2009
Tea at Trianon: History of the Scapular
Tea at Trianon: History of the Scapular
A wonderful reminder, especially for these trying times. I wear a four way crucifix, as I go through the brown scapulars at a ready pace.
A wonderful reminder, especially for these trying times. I wear a four way crucifix, as I go through the brown scapulars at a ready pace.
03 May 2009
Crises
Ever since the Notre Shame scandal first broke, I have been of the opinion that we as Catholics, have been there before, and today, while in the hotel's indoor pool, trying to exorcise the spasms in my back (still there, by the way), it hit me. The Land o Lake charter, so proudly promulgated and shamelessly promoted by Notre Shame and other like minded fellow travellers in the hierarchy of Catholic higher education- These so called Catholic clerics and academicians were so proud of themselves for their open defiance of the Holy Father and the teachings of Holy Mother Church- their exploits and the subsequent disasters facing the Church in America for the last forty years, so easily fit the crisis template being exploited by the current administration today- "Let no crisis be wasted" is their battle cry in 2009, as they attempt to finish off the remnants of Western Civilization that the so called "Enlightenment" did not, and replace it with a totally unwanted and secular financial system and society. Both used the press- did you hear how the administration is threatening to unleash its lapdog media onto the Chrysler bond and share holders for having the audacity to stand up for their rights under the rule of law? Both are applauded by the press as saviors of "the people". Holy Mother Chruch survived the onslaught and is slowly but surely growing again, man made scandals aside. But will America survive? Where are her Cardinal O'Connor's? Where are her battle weary regiments of citizens? The tea parties are a great start, so there is still time to stop the madness. But do we, as individuals and as a society as a whole, have the moral certitude with which to do so? France has never recovered from the Enlightenment.
28 April 2009
Musings on our overly secularized world
Like many of my fellow bloggers, I was amazed at Susn Boyle, that lovely SCottish woman of great talent adn, even more importantly, great moral character. While most publications and media have focused on the earthly riches that must surely come to her, I have only seen one article that discussed her actual humility and the strength of her character in its fullest light- Since I still have not figured out how to link (Yes a major blonde moment), here is the url which you can cut and paste inot your browser- the article first appeard on 14 April 209:
www.theherald.co.uk/features/featuresopinion/display.var.2501746.0.The_beauty_that_matters_is_always_on_the_inside.php
The writer hits a home run
www.theherald.co.uk/features/featuresopinion/display.var.2501746.0.The_beauty_that_matters_is_always_on_the_inside.php
The writer hits a home run
24 December 2008
22 December 2008
Fourth Sunday of Advent
Due to the inclement weather that struck the Capitol region of New York on Friday (snow, and lots of it- 6 inches on Fridday, three more Saturday, and at least six again yesterday), we attended the vigil service at St Margaret Mary's in Albany. Again, the wreath lighting, and again the PC elements but the sermon, on The Annunciation, was lovely. (at least what I could hear- the toddler/child from another world disrupted the sermon AND the consecration uncorrected, as usual). I love this Gospel, since I am 46, and barren so far, but it gives me hope. Geoff's faith on this issue is stronger, but so is his faith. Love this man.
Sunday, we wrapped what Santa is bringing his parents and us for Christmas. (My parental units' gifts have already been delivered by the USPS) We had Bells of St Mary's running on the DVD to set the mood, and I was bawling like a baby. Afterwards, the animated Christmas shows were played. I wept my way through Santa Claus is Coming to Town and the second Frosty the Snowman, where he marries Crystal. Then the coup de grace, Little Drummer Boy. Did know know that my tear ducts were so full!!! Tonight is Rudolph's turn.
Watching the Rankin and Bass masterpieces, I was struck by the obvious love of their craft. While the secularized mythologies took center place in their story lines, Christmas themes remained (ie, the crosses hung on the trees for Santa Claus' wedding). The "reason for the season" was not removed at all; nothing was done to diminish the real reason for season and the "night of profound love" was emphasized. Their shows allowed for the continued belief of children of all ages in Santa, and kept intact the elements of Santa Claus. The emphasis was on love, the giving of ourselves (ie- the gift of the choo choo to the Winter Warlock), and on redemption being a choice made by us (again, the Winter Warlock in his song "Put One Foot in Front of the Other"- the lyrics are Christian in their underpinings). Many of their secular stories had their origins in 20th century carols, but the real story of Christmas was still presented, and was augmented byt the secular mythologies. Compare these glorious stories to the tripe and pap on the networks and on lifetime- We all know that Rankin and Bass would never be allowed to make these treasures today, but their works grow dearer and more beautiful every year. God bless these men and all who were a part of these works of art.
Sunday, we wrapped what Santa is bringing his parents and us for Christmas. (My parental units' gifts have already been delivered by the USPS) We had Bells of St Mary's running on the DVD to set the mood, and I was bawling like a baby. Afterwards, the animated Christmas shows were played. I wept my way through Santa Claus is Coming to Town and the second Frosty the Snowman, where he marries Crystal. Then the coup de grace, Little Drummer Boy. Did know know that my tear ducts were so full!!! Tonight is Rudolph's turn.
Watching the Rankin and Bass masterpieces, I was struck by the obvious love of their craft. While the secularized mythologies took center place in their story lines, Christmas themes remained (ie, the crosses hung on the trees for Santa Claus' wedding). The "reason for the season" was not removed at all; nothing was done to diminish the real reason for season and the "night of profound love" was emphasized. Their shows allowed for the continued belief of children of all ages in Santa, and kept intact the elements of Santa Claus. The emphasis was on love, the giving of ourselves (ie- the gift of the choo choo to the Winter Warlock), and on redemption being a choice made by us (again, the Winter Warlock in his song "Put One Foot in Front of the Other"- the lyrics are Christian in their underpinings). Many of their secular stories had their origins in 20th century carols, but the real story of Christmas was still presented, and was augmented byt the secular mythologies. Compare these glorious stories to the tripe and pap on the networks and on lifetime- We all know that Rankin and Bass would never be allowed to make these treasures today, but their works grow dearer and more beautiful every year. God bless these men and all who were a part of these works of art.
17 December 2008
16 December 2008
My first comment!!!
What a great day- My Facebook friend, Catherine of Alexandria, read my blog!!!! Wow- She and I have a great deal of common, and I am thrilled by her support. While she calls herself a dissident recovering Catholic, I am a Vatican II recovering Catholic, so I guess I can be called the recovering rebellious Catholic. (Her fantastic blog is http://the recoveringdissidentcatholci.blogspot.com, so check her out!!)
I recall vividly the very first time the NO was implemented in my childhood parish of Sts Phillip and James, in St. James, NY. The felt banners and the processional were a shock to my system, even at the age of 8. I loathed attending Mass from that point forward- no Latin, no incense, no gold, no vestments that reflected the Glory of God, just the colored tents, folk masses, etc. And the nuns! They jumped out of their habits, and out of their vocations faster than an Ave Maria. CCD was even more tortuous. At least I kept the presence of mind to NEVER receive in the hand- it felt unclean and unnatural. I missed the altar rails and the kneeling. I missed the awe and the peace with God, which was replaced by the noisesomeness of the unwashed hippies of the 1970s. (At least they appeared that way, with the long hair and beards, and the clothing and beads) I missed covering my head in Church. If I recall corectly, unmarried women wore white and married women wore black, and a girl started to cover her head when she received her First Communion. I felt so grown up about my veil.
How about addressing a priest, a man called by God to be alter Christi, by his given name- Still can't and my first cousin is a priest!!! (Sorry, Father Butler)
I recall vividly the very first time the NO was implemented in my childhood parish of Sts Phillip and James, in St. James, NY. The felt banners and the processional were a shock to my system, even at the age of 8. I loathed attending Mass from that point forward- no Latin, no incense, no gold, no vestments that reflected the Glory of God, just the colored tents, folk masses, etc. And the nuns! They jumped out of their habits, and out of their vocations faster than an Ave Maria. CCD was even more tortuous. At least I kept the presence of mind to NEVER receive in the hand- it felt unclean and unnatural. I missed the altar rails and the kneeling. I missed the awe and the peace with God, which was replaced by the noisesomeness of the unwashed hippies of the 1970s. (At least they appeared that way, with the long hair and beards, and the clothing and beads) I missed covering my head in Church. If I recall corectly, unmarried women wore white and married women wore black, and a girl started to cover her head when she received her First Communion. I felt so grown up about my veil.
How about addressing a priest, a man called by God to be alter Christi, by his given name- Still can't and my first cousin is a priest!!! (Sorry, Father Butler)
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