Happy All Saints Day

After this I had a vision of a great multitude, which no one could count, from every nation, race, people, and tongue. They stood before the throne and before the Lamb, wearing white robes and holding palm branches in their hands. They cried out in a loud voice:

“Salvation comes from our God, who is seated on the throne and from the Lamb.”

All the angels stood around the throne and around the elders and the four living creatures. The prostrated themselves before the throne and worshiped God, and exclaimed:

“Amen. Blessing and glory, wisdom and thanksgiving, honor, power, and might be to our God forever and ever. Amen.”

Then one of the elders spoke up and said to me, “Who are these wearing white robes, and where did they come from?” I said to him, “My lord, you are the one who knows.” He said to me, “These are the ones who have survived the time of great distress; they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.

For this reason they stand before God’s throne and worship him day and night in his temple; the one who sits on the throne will shelter them. They will not hunger or thirst anymore, nor will the sun or any heat strike them.

For the Lamb who is in the center of the throne will shepherd them and lead them to springs of life-giving water, and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.”¹

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Never Again

Wow! Two in one week! As if playing that other school’s fight song weren’t bad enough, I am now going to quote <deep breath> Hillary Clinton.

Speaking in an interview with Marie Claire magazine recently, [And NO, I don’t read Marie Claire! –R] Mrs. Clinton stated the following:

I can’t stand whining. I can’t stand the kind of paralysis that some people fall into because they’re not happy with the choices they’ve made. You live in a time when there are endless choices. … Money certainly helps, and having that kind of financial privilege goes a long way, but you don’t even have to have money for it. But you have to work on yourself. … Do something!

 

This will probably never happen again, but I gotta say I agree with Hillary.

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Writing as Prayer

There is a group of Benedictine monks who make their home right, smack-dab in the heart of the city of Chicago. Odd place for contemplation of God, no? Nevertheless, there they are, the Monastery of the Holy Cross—down on Aberdeen and 31st, for those of you familiar with the area.

Having attended the liturgy there, I can tell you that it is very beautiful. Sitting in the pew, you can’t help but forget that you are in the middle of a large metropolis. You are transported by rhythms of their chant to a doorway into Heaven. Singing is something they take very seriously. In their most recent newsletter, Polis, Prior Peter Funk, OSB has an article entitled “Prayer as Music.” Let me quote you a bit here:

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Who Are We?

Here is a powerful and challenging article by Pete Jermann which addresses the Catholic Church’s reaction to the HHS mandate. It appears in the Oct 5th issue of Crisis Magazine online. Here’s an excerpt I’m sure you’ll find thought-provoking. Go read the whole thing at the link.

To think we have created or can create a new and better love is to see love as mutable. To see love as something that can improve with time and technology is to assume its previous imperfection and to envision mankind as the agent of its change.  This is not an explanation of who we are but a hubristic assertion of who we think we are.  Missing in our attempt to define ourselves is the answer to the question “Who is God?” Any self-understanding must begin there.

H/T to Jack W.

Another Dissenting Opinion?

Not about publishing, but about reading. To be fair, this isn’t so much of a dissent as it is a caution.

Albert Einstein was, by all accounts, a voracious reader. And not just mathematics and physics, but also philosophy, theology, biology, the Bible, and other subjects.

[Side note: as a Jew, he was very impressed with Jesus, but we’ll save that one for another day.]

Anyway, I heard this quote yesterday:

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Go Team!

After being humiliated in prime time the last three Saturdays, it was good to have one of my teams show up in a meaningful game before a national audience. Last night’s thumping of the hated Cowpokes, made me feel a little better…for now. You see, I used to be a rabid, unhinged football (and basketball) fan, especially on Saturdays…

Hey! Stop laughing!

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Say What?

Father Abbot went off the rails a bit yesterday. To my admittedly fat ears, his homily didn’t really tie the readings together very well, which is unusual for him. So what were the readings you ask? The readings for the 26th Sunday in Ordinary time were from Numbers: 11:25-29, James 5:1-6 and the Gospel was taken from the 9th chapter of St. Mark, verses 38-43, 45, and 47-48. The psalm was 19.

Go ahead and read them, I’ll wait…

…so, you got it? Good.

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Next Question!

After some pretty pedestrian…no, amateurish…no, crummy football on Saturday afternoon, Michigan State’s head coach, Mark Dantonio was not pleased. His team won, but only in spite of themselves. For those of you who aren’t familiar with his personality, he is notoriously taciturn—at least in front of the press and public, but behind his serious, businesslike façade lays a very passionate man. During the postgame press conference, Coach Dantonio gave brusquely pointed answers to the admittedly dumb questions he was asked. This was in stark contrast to his usual “glass half-full” coach-speak laden spin.

At one point, clearly fed up with all and sundry, he rattled off about five one-word answers followed by “Next question!” This concluded the abbreviated press conference. Needless to say, there has been quite a bit of comment about his behavior because Coach Dantonio rarely betrays any sign of emotion on the football field or off. One thing is for sure: I’m very glad I wasn’t in that locker room after the game and even gladder still I won’t be at practice today.

Now, before I get to my point—which I assure you, will be hidden in the post somewhere…eventually—let me tell you a personal story:

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