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Episode #35 (January 30, 2012): World Communcations Day 2012

Episode #35 (January 30, 2012): World Communcations Day 2012

Episode #35 (January 30, 2012): World Communcations Day 2012

Fr Darryl returns from the land of sun and gators, and so we’re talkin’ World Communications Day! W00t!

Our discussions mostly revolve around:

Question of the Week: Do you communicate with silence too? Is Pop a genre of music anymore?

Song of the Week: The One That Got Away by Katy Perry.

We welcome your input! Please comment below or send us feedback at feedback@hotcupofministry.ca. We can also be found on Facebook at facebook.com/hotcupofministry or the Twitter as @hotcupministry. Baking and/or beverages can be sent to 123 Nelson Rd, Saskatoon, C/O Andy or maybe Jane. If you do, Andy might burst into an a cappella rendition of Katy Perry’s Firework on your behalf.

About Andy

Andy likes websites but never updates them. Favorite hobbies include StarCraft, brewing beer and wine, and not updating websites. Andy is married to Jane.

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Episode #35 (January 30, 2012): World Communcations Day 2012

A RAM IN THE THICKET: The Prisoner-Priest Behind These Stone Walls

Ryan MacDonald on Father Gordon MacRae

For those of you who have not followed any of my previous commentaries on priests who have been bludgeoned by their bishops in the interests of being politically correct on the issue of sexual abuse of minors by priests, you have missed the real scandal that has gone on. That scandal is the denial of the human rights we all take for granted in our North American Society, one of which is the right to a fair trial, and to justice in our court system.

A not insignificant number of Catholic clergy committed grievous sexual sins against youth. Surprisingly, the statistics of how much of this went on, and the proportion of priests involved almost mirrors the instance of sexual abuse in the rest of society. The suprise is two fold. First, that men who were and who have chosen to take on the mantle of alter christus engaged in such sinful behaviour is more shock than surprise, but surprising none the less, and ample evidence that the devil is active in our society and works hard to corrupt those whose corruption will support his agenda of destruction of God’s beloved. The second surprise is that society has taken to believing, against real evidence, not just media reports, that the sexual abuse scandal was a priest and celibacy problem, and not a broader society one. Now, as we see reports surfacing, if you dig hard enough, that scout masters and teachers committed more than their fair share of abuse of the young entrusted to their care, it is no longer a driving issue, evidence once again that the devil had his filthy hand in not only the sins perpetrated against youth by Catholic clergy, but in the blowing up of the statistics and reportage that made perceptions overcome the reality.

Even worse, in my personal opinion, is the abandonment of the priests in their care by their Bishops, where such things as the Dallas Charter, which was meant to appease those who had been abused, or at least those who reported on those who had been abused, or litigated on their behalf, came into being, denying priests accused of due process, and a presumption of innocence.

In the midst of this all stands Father Gordon MacRae, a priest that I have no doubt was railroaded with false accusations first by those who claimed he abused them, and worst of all by his father in the Church, his Bishop, who denied him proper counsel, and abandoned him to a court system that was not interested in his possible innocence, but bent on sending some kind of message to somebody about something, all of which gets lost when justice is denied.

Ryan MacDonald has written much and often about Father Gordon, and his article linked below is worthy of your time reading it and digesting its content. You will find other links down and to the left of this article on my blog page, about 25 others to be more precise, about Father Gordon.

Father Gordon MacRae is a hero of the Catholic Faith. Midst persecution and abandonment by those whose duty it is to love him unconditionally, and support him in his need, he has remained a beacon of Christ’s teaching to love one another. His witness from prison is stronger than the witness of any alleged “free man” that I know.

A RAM IN THE THICKET: The Prisoner-Priest Behind These Stone Walls: By Ryan A. MacDonald A wrongly convicted priest fights back from his prison cell, and teaches a lesson in fidelity and Catholi…

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Guest Post for St Brigid’s Feastday Feb 1

Tomorrow is February 1st…the Feast of St Brigid!
I thought it would be appropriate to have my daughter Kelly offer a guest post.
This was Kelly’s (grade 4) speech in 2008 at St Brigid School.


Lion, dog, cow. What do these living things have in common? For one thing, they are all animals. If you’re a genius, maybe you were thinking they’re all mascots, and that’s true.

The lion is the mascot of St. Mark’s Catholic School. The dog is our mascot. A bulldog to be exact.

And, last but not the least, the cow is the mascot of Williams College in Massachusetts. But not just any cow, (get this!) a purple cow with gold polka-dots, named Ephelia!

But, what if, our school mascot was also a cow?

Teachers and students, my speech will explain why I think our school mascot should be a cow.

I would expect that some people here don’t know what a mascot is or don’t understand the point of them. But I can explain all that. A mascot is an animal or person that represents something and is sometimes used to make another team nervous and build school spirit.

Now that you know all that, it’s time for me to talk about why I don’t really like our bulldog. On the one hand, the bulldog seems too frightening and I have to admit, it’s also pretty ugly. Next, I think this bulldog wastes to much of its time being shocking that it’s hardly active. I’ve heard nearly every teacher at the school say “it’s not about winning, but having fun!”, so why do we need a really fierce mascot? Why can’t we just have a fun mascot? Like…a cow.

OK, now you’re probably wondering how exactly a cow is fun and, I reckon you’re still wondering why our school mascot should be a cow. Well, I can explain that too. Cows are fun because of their cool spots and the awesome sound they make. They are intelligent and can sense danger before other animals. They’re tough because they can withstand the weather, even when we have indoor routine. They are patient and persistent. As you know, they give us milk which has vitamins A, B, C, D and E.

It would make sense for a cow to be our mascot because St Brigid lived in Ireland and like lots of other people in Ireland, she lived on a farm. It was common to have lots of cows in the pasture.

However, it was said that St. Brigid and her family owned a white red-eared cow that provided them with all the food St. Brigid needed, to grow. She also gave milk and other food from the farm to the poor. One time, she gave water to a thirsty stranger, and it turned into milk! Maybe all these stories explain why a cow is sometimes used as a symbol of St. Brigid.

And that is the exact type of cow that should be our school mascot…a white, red-eared cow. Isn’t that perfect?
I mean, our main school color is red!

I’d like to go on, but my time is up. Thanks for listening.

Kelly is now 13 years old. In addition to wearing a red knit hat, all-year round, doing awesome impersonations and accents, a fan of Michael Jackson and The Beatles, she has already had her

Kelly Comics

published in Faith & Family Magazine and

The Catholic Illustrator’s Guild

(and again

here

)…and she was the primary illustrator of

Hand in hand with Jesus

, a faith journal published by our family apostolate

Arma Dei

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Rosary at Tyburn for the conversion of Europe, Wednesday 15 February

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“There is no problem, I tell you, no matter how difficult it is, that we cannot solve by the prayer of the Holy Rosary. With the Holy Rosary we will save ourselves. We will sanctify ourselves. We will console Our Lord and obtain the salvation of many souls.”

~ Sister Lucia of Fatima

Join Juventutem London on Wednesday 15 February as we pray the Rosary for the conversion of Europe at Tyburn, a site where at least one hundred and five martyrs gave their lives in witness to the truths of the Holy Catholic Church.

We will meet at 6.30pm in The Relic Chapel at the Tyburn Convent, 8-9 Hyde Park Place, London W2 2LJ

Father Marcus Holden will preach beforehand and lead the Rosary. During the fifth mystery of the Rosary we will walk to the site of the Tyburn Tree and conclude the Rosary there with a blessing from Father Holden.

All our welcome to come and join us in the Rosary.

Afterwards there will be a social at The Carpenters Arms pub for those aged 18-35, with an exception for priests and religious. The Carpenters Arms itself has a wonderful connection to the martyrs:

“The gallows itself subsequently consisted of two uprights and a cross-beam, erected on the morning of execution across the Edgware Road, opposite the house at the corner of Upper Bryanston Street and the Edgware Road, wherein the gallows was deposited after being used; this house had curious iron balconies to the windows of the first and second floors, where the sheriffs sat to witness the executions. After the place of execution was changed to Newgate, in 1783, the gallows was bought by a carpenter, and made into stands for beer-butts in the cellars of the ‘Carpenters’ Arms’ public-house, hard by.”

reference:

http://www.british-history.ac.uk/report.aspx?compid=45231

Join us as we unite our prayers with Our Lady and the English Martyrs for the conversion of Europe.

“I pray God that my blood may increase the Catholic faith in England.”
~ Blessed George Haydock, executed at Tyburn, 12 February 1584.

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Rosary at Tyburn for the conversion of Europe, Wednesday 15 February

Part 2 = WHEN YOU HEAR: WAR!

Spiritual warfare is NOT some future event which will suddenly overtake us in the so-called ‘end times.’

These ARE, as every time preceding our own time since His Resurrection, Ascension and the gift of the Holy Spirit, the end times.

Spiritual warfare is the nitty-gritty of baptized daily life.

It is not the exclusive prevue of monastics, it IS reality for every one of us.

You cannot choose to be a conscientious objector, nor live as a non-combatant.

Either we are Christian soldiers or we will become that euphemistic bromide: collateral damage!

Our stark, and I suggest most urgent choice, is to choose if we shall be swept along by the tide of history, without participating in it actively as faithful disciples of Christ – or – choose through the strength and ongoing grace of Baptism to follow Jesus, to be with Him, fully engaged in the struggle between good and evil, life and death, to be true Christian warriors, passionate intercessors with and in Christ, crying out with Him to the Father for the fullness of Divine Mercy upon the whole world.

It is to choose to be with Jesus a sign of contradiction, thus living icons of hope, or to so blend in with the culture of death in its darkness we are invisible.

In many respects the entire Holy Gospel according to Matthew is a template, a battle plan if you will, for participation to the full in Christ’s spiritual warfare, and victory, over satan.

Matthew also presents us with the Gospel of compassionate love and truth.

When we gaze upon our brothers and sisters enslaved within the culture of death, become the ‘people in darkness’, yearning even if they are not sure they are, for light to shine upon them, not for us some gnostic holier than though egomaniacal attitude.

Lord no!

Ours should be hearts that are as His Heart, burning with love and hearts “…moved with pity for them because they were [are] troubled and abandoned, like sheep without a shepherd.” [cf. Mt.9:36]

One simple way of being engaged in this spiritual warfare, being living signs of contradiction and icons of light, life, hope, is to be proclaimers of the Gospel of Life, builders of a civilization of love, following the template Jesus Himself gives us in Matthew 25: 31-47 wherein Jesus makes everything so one-to-one personal between us and Him in the very person of all our brothers and sisters.

Of course spiritual warfare finds its primary battlefield within the depths of our own hearts and souls, and before we can courageously venture forth to the wider battlefield all around us we must first be fully, and constantly, engaged in this prime battle, this prime place of the struggle.

It is from this place that, if we struggle to be fully engaged and faithful, even if sometimes we get wounded in some skirmish, we will emerge graced and strengthened by the Holy Spirit with the purity of heart, the courage, prudence and discernment to face the great battles of the wider war.

We draw reassurance and courage throughout the battle from the blessing-promises, the guidance of how to be shining signs of contradiction from Jesus’ words: “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied. Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy. Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God. Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot. You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven. [Mt. 5: 3-16]

In the ebb and flow we experience within the battles of spiritual warfare we can look around within the darkness of the culture of death and perhaps from exhaustion, the weight of cares, even temptation via poisoned thinking suggested by the evil one, and believe that the battle is not going so well for the side of the Gospel of Truth and Life.

Much like the infamous HAL in 2001 A Space Odyssey, the 1968 film, satan speaks to us a similar lie as HAL did to Dave, the lone surviving crew member on the ill-fated voyage: “Just what do you think you’re doing Dave? Look Dave, I can see you’re really upset about this. I honestly think you ought to sit down, take a stress pill, and think this over….”

At such times it is critical we remember we live within the reality of Christ’s victory over satan, sin, death.

There is in the 19

th

century hymn by William Chatterton Dix, ALLELUIA! SING TO JESUS, lines which powerfully express this abiding truth: “….His the victory alone….has redeemed us by His Blood….not as orphans are we left….faith believes, nor questions how….shall our hearts forget His promise, I am with you ever more.?”

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Pictures about St Don Bosco on his feast day 31st January 2012

Evil triumphs when good men do nothing – Edmund Burke







Pictures about St Don Bosco on his feast day 31st January 2012

On the bed that can bee seen here below, Don Bosco spent his final days.

This was Don Bosco’s room between 1861 and 1887

This is the small chapel in which Don Bosco celebrated Mass during the last years of his life.

All pictures courtesy

http://www.donbosco-torino.it/eng/page17.html

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Titanic 100th Anniversary Reading Challenge First Quarter

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A Bookaholic, Pro-life, Conservative, Catholic, with Asperger’s, who reads a lot. These are the ramblings of the books I read or read aloud to my energetic Autistic 11yo. I love reading almost any book from classics to mysteries to fantasy to ARCs. I sometimes go through stages of “genre love”, get addicted to manga and graphic novels or get caught up in reading ARCs, but you’ll find I read a wide variety of books, both fiction and non-fiction. I tend to post a lot of reviews of juvenile/teen books but I still do a lot of adult reviews as well. I read well over 200 books a year, but haven’t made it to 300 yet!

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St. John Bosco 聖鮑思高神父

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Buried Treasure

I told Willie, Hugh, and Matthias that many hundreds of years ago, pirates had come to the house in Combermere, and there was a legend that pirate treasure was hidden somewhere, probably buried deep beneath the house. They were very excited by the idea, and we began to search the house. Hugh and I were looking in the stonework near the fireplace when we saw a bit of charred paper stuck between the stones. I pulled it out and found a dirty piece of paper that was marked with a skull and crossbones. Hugh immediately brought it to Willie, who discerned it to be a map. We followed some of the more legible landmarks down into the basement and deep under the foundations of the house to the spot that was marked with an X.


Willie was pretty brave and climbed in head-first on his belly to fit between the floorboards and the house foundations. Hugh opted to guard the rear entrance and watch while Matthias tried to scramble after Willie and I. His diaper was a little too heavy and cumbersome though, so it held him back.

We held a flashlight and began to dig. What should we find but a heavy sandstone block, which looked out of place in its earthy surroundings. We carried it out into the light and rejoined Hugh, and went at it with a hammer. To the boys’ great awe, several gold nuggets gleamed in the dusty light as the sandy chunks were broken away.

This was exciting, but nothing compared to our astounding find on the next dig some time later. Once again, Hugh guarded the rear, Matthias tried his best to keep up but was held back by the weight of his diaper, and Willie and I slithered under the foundations with shovels and flashlights. Willie struck upon something wooden, and when he brushed the dirt aside, found himself looking at the top of a wooden chest that was marked with a skull and crossbones. We dug it up, and Willie began to shout out the find.

Hugh yelled from the entrance, “Bring it to me right now Willie! BRING IT TO ME!” We brought the ancient, dirty chest out into the light and opened it only to find jewels! It was the legendary pirate treasure. There was a tiny jewelled dagger, which must have belonged to Captain Spike himself, diamond earings which were stolen from the princess of Persia (by Captain Spike) and a couple of necklaces that glimmered in the light. There were also quite a few marbles.

The boys suffered a momentary conflict of conscience. Should the treasure be returned to its pirate owners? This passed very quickly, however, when I assured them that the pirates had lived hundreds of years ago and were probably long dead. They were thrilled by the possibility of being rich and slightly surprised that the adults upstairs didn’t make a fuss over letting them keep all of it.

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Poverty Is NOT a Problem …

This says: “I have time and money to waste …”

… in a place where people so much money, food, possessions, etc. that they take a complete papaya, nice, ripe and perfect for eating, and smash it against a wall, letting it rot on the sidewalk, just because they feel like it. Or in a place where kids have enough money and time at their disposal to buy spray paint and graffiti walls all night. Or where people can buy their kids a coca cola and large bag of chips every day for their snack. Or where people can buy take out food and throw half of it away. Or … I could make this list much longer, but I won’t.

I live in a community which by many people would be considered “poor” or at least (even in Mexico) significantly below average. I’ve estimated that the average household income in our neighborhood would probably be a bit over $7000 CDN, annually. (Based on the cut off for mortgage requirements for buying a home.) From my experience, the cost of living is about 1/2 of that in Canada, so by Canadian standards we could say it’s equivalent to about an annual income of around $14,500. By all the standards, it’s well below the Canadian poverty line , which is about $30,000, I believe. (The Canadian “poverty line” is a joke anyway, since it has no relation to poverty; it’s measured as the bottom quarter of household income, not by basic needs or standards of living, but that’s a different story.)

Too much money? Too much to eat? (A papaya)

The average household income in Mexico is about $10,000 USD per year, according the CIA Word Factbook. So it’s even noticeably below this country’s average.

So, my community is officially poor. Yet, at the same time, I walked out of my house this morning to take my son to school and saw a papaya splattered all over the neighbour’s house and sidewalk, left there to rot.
I go for walks every day, and every day I see new graffiti on the walls. I see garbage bags ripped open by dogs with half-eaten take-out meals strewn all over the sidewalk. I’ve been to countless parties where people pick a few things off their plate and throw the rest away.

On one level it’s annoying that the first three habits make my community dirty, but that’s a different issue. The issue here is that people are absolutely wasteful.

I think our definition of poverty has been very, very skewed. If we define poverty in terms of material needs – food, clothing and shelter in their most basic and necessary sense – then I’ve never seen poverty. I know it exists somewhere, but I’ve never seen it. I’d guess that people who REALLY were poor would absolutely never consider destroying any kind of food, just for fun, even to prove a point. I’d guess that knowing what hunger really is like, from experience (which I don’t, and, as far as I know, no one I know does) would simply eliminate that possibility that you could throw away food. I’d guess that you’d never consider wasting what little money you had on a can of spray paint to graffiti your neighbour’s wall.

Yet, all of these these problems are usually associated with poverty. It’s strange, isn’t it? I’d say the problem is abundance and idleness, not poverty.

The person I know who is closest to poverty does not consider himself poor. While his living conditions are substandard (by our standards), he does not feel he is lacking anything in life, and would never ask anyone for anything. He works hard, every day of his life.

Yet the “poor” people in my neighborhood can throw away food, give their kids money to buy spray paint, etc., etc. Then they complain about the government and big companies.

While it’s less visually obvious, I’d say the problem is just as big in Canada. And we like to talk about the 99% and all of that. People like to talk about poverty, yet I see so much complete wastefulness, that I can’t take it seriously.

My wife and I believe in helping the poor. And we do. We help the poorest people we know every time we have a chance. But as long as people have enough money and idle time to waste food and vandalize their neighbourhood, I don’t feel sorry for them.

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Leaps of Faith II

Greetings Everyone!

One of the reasons I felt called to start this blog was to witness to God’s provision and to the culture of life by demonstrating that it IS POSSIBLE to raise a family on a single income, even in this economy. You either believe in God or you don’t. You either believe that God was telling the truth when He said “ask and you shall receive” or you believe he was lying. You either trust Him when He said “if you say to this mountain ‘throw yourself into the sea’ and if you do not have doubt in your heart…it will come to pass……whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it and it shall be yours (Mk 11:23-24) or you don’t. Faith of a mustard seed. That is all God has ever asked. Our level of hesitation only reveals the depth of our faith.

This year…while on parental leave benefits alone I have: gone back to college, taken my kids to the science centre three times, gone skiing, had my kids in archery lessons AND swimming lessons. Liz has started painting again (check out her blog: www.tipsimom.blogspot.com) and the list goes on and on. All WITHOUT GOING INTO DEBT OR MISSING A MORTGAGE PAYMENT!!!

Anyway, what I am trying to say is, God really does provide. What we did not have the money to pay for, we have been given….truly providentially.

This has been an amazing year so far! Here is an outline of what I have been doing since last September:

Home schooling the (school age) kids: While I do believe in early education, I figured I would wait a bit before I tried teaching Bernadette…who is nine months….how to read and write Latin….her older brothers and sisters however are well aware of the various declensions and cases…..Liz and I have an ongoing debate on pronunciation as she was trained in classical Latin whereas I was trained in Church Latin, however the kids prefer either to learning Hebrew…but hey, you have to walk before you run right?

Some of you may know that I also went back to College this year! I am currently in the second and last semester of the General Carpentry program at Georgian College in Barrie. Actually this is not too far off the beaten track for me as some of you know that I have been banging nails, ripping out toilets and putting up walls since I was sixteen.

Some of you also know that I started contracting on my own a couple of years ago….so if any of you in the Greater Toronto Area ever need a painter….or are thinking of renovating your basement, let me know.

The most exciting thing is that we have become distributors of essential home services (ie high speed internet, local and long distance phone service, gas and electricity packages and more!) The company is called ACN and our experience has been amazing! Check out our online store:

www.geoliz.acndirect.com

I cut my phone bill from $130/Month with our last provider to $75 dollars a month for unlimited high speed internet and unlimited calling to 60 countries by switching to our product….oh and our monthly gas bill is down too. I would consider it a huge favour if you checked out our store and recommended our services to anyone you know….the details are on the site.

And if you happen to be in the market for an awesome home-based business opportunity give us a shout!

tipsidad@gmail.com

And lastly, a few posts ago I mentioned that I had exciting news, which I would be sharing. The time has come to announce…..that I have decided not to return to education to pursue other adventures!

I just want to say that it was an honour and a privilege to work with such an amazing group of people for the last seven years. I consider them some of my favorite people in the world. I have grown so much from their wisdom and guidance. Many of them have inspired me in ways that are beyond words.

I am excited to see what God has in store for me and my family next!

TiPSI Dad

Next post: Taking the push up challenge to the next level!

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St. Marcella – 31st January 2012

(325–410) She was a Christian ascetic in ancient Rome. Growing up in Rome, she was influenced by her pious mother, Albina, an educated woman of wealth and benevolence. Childhood memories centered around piety, and one in particular related to Athanasius, who lodged in her home during one of his many exiles. He may have taken special interest in her, thinking back to his own youthful practice of playing church. Athanasius interacted with his hosts on theological matters and recounted anecdotes of his own monastic life. His most spellbinding stories, however, were the miraculous tales of the desert monks. As a parting gift he left behind the first copy of his biography, The Life of St. Anthony.

Marcella’s wealth and beauty placed her at the center of fashionable Roman society. She married young, to a wealthy aristocrat, but less than a year later he died. Her time of mourning over, young men soon came calling again. After her husband’s early death, she decided to devote the rest of her life to charity, prayer, and mortification of the flesh and was convinced that God was directing her to a life of poverty and service, she shocked her social circle when she left behind her fashionable dresses for a coarse brown garment and abandoned her usual extravagant hair styling and makeup. Appearing as a low-class woman, she started a trend as other young women join her. They formed a community known as the brown dress society, spending their time praying, singing, reading the Bible, and serving the needy. Her palatial home was now a refuge for weary pilgrims and for the poor. After her husband’s early death, she decided to devote the rest of her life to charity, prayer, and mortification of the flesh.

Summoned by Bishop Damasus (who arranges lodging at Marcella’s hospitality house), Jerome arrived in 382. It was an exhilarating time for this woman of letters, who had immersed herself in both Greek and Hebrew, to be entertaining one of the great minds of the age. He spent the next three years in what he called her “domestic church,” translating the Bible into Latin. She learned under his teaching even as she critiqued his translation. He spoke and wrote of her Christian devotion and scholarship and commended her influence on Anastasius, bishop of Rome — particularly in his condemning Origen’s doctrines, which Jerome declared a “glorious victory.” Indeed, his admiration of Marcella was unbounded, not only for her intellectual acumen but also for her deference to men who might be threatened by her vast store of knowledge.

Marcella, however, was also known for her efforts to restrain Jerome from quarreling with his opponents — or at least helping him control his legendary temper. Eleven of his extant letters are addressed to her, and she is mentioned in many of his other writings. In one of his letters he responded to her query about the truth of Montanism. Someone was apparently attempting to convert her, and she was deeply interested in what she is hearing, though suspecting that the claim that they possess a more authentic spirituality might have been false. Jerome writes a lengthy point-by-point refutation of the movement and then concludes:

“It was at the home of Marcella that Jerome first met Paula, a devoted and scholarly woman who would become his long-time intellectual counterpart. When Jerome returned to the Holy Land, Paula relocated there as well. They invited Marcella to join them, but she remained in Rome to oversee her growing house of virgins, where she was addressed as Mother. But hard times were ahead of her. She was in her late seventies in 410, when the Goths, led by Alaric, pillaged the city. Soldiers stormed the residence, demanding she relinquish her hidden jewels and wealth, which long before had been sold to fund her charitable work. When she had nothing to give them, they struck her down. She was taken to a church set up as a sanctuary, but she died the next day.”

Her Aventine Hill palace became a center of Christian activity. She was an associate of Saint Paula. Saint Jerome corresponded with her, and he called her “the glory of the ladies of Cadereyta.”

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