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My Homily, April 3rd

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Readings: : Isaiah 49:1-6, John 13:21-33, 36-38

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I love Isaiah, there is truly no one from the Old testament more up to the task of leading us into Holy week than he. here’s a dude who truly gets it. Yesterday, in one of my favourite passages of the Bible, we heard Isaiah prophesy about how the Son of God, who would be so loved, and cherished by God, that the Lord would place upon him his very spirit, which would empower him to faithfully bring forth justice.. That particular passage, 42:1 is the centre piece of the Matthew’s account of the Baptism of our Lord (it’s referenced twice during the passage). We can see the similarities between the two passages, as Jesus not only gets baptised, and receives the spirit of God, but gets a public praise and affirmation from the Great I Am, who lets the world know how special this Jesus of ours really is.


Today’s account continues to develop this theme of being the son, and servant of God and everything that special relationship to God entails. Obviously, any exegete who looks at this Text will say “clearly, he’s talking about Jesus’ , and clearly he is, speaking about the one who will bring all people before God, who will reconcile to Him all those who have fallen away from The Path that God has set for them, and who will bring to God many new people. But for us Christians, there is another way of reading Isaiah. Yes, we understand that this is about Jesus, but if we’re brave enough, we can also see that this passages is a call to all of us. For we too, have been called from the womb and have been known intimately by God. We too have been blessed with his spirit which does an infinite amount of great things within us. We too, have had the almighty look upon us and say with delight “truly, this is my child.”

Why should the analogies between Christ and ourselves end there? We too, are being called to bring forth justice into the world; we too are called to be a light to the nations, that God’s salvation my reach the end of the earth. For what Good is our faith if all we do is recognize that God loves us, takes care of us, protects us, and saves us from evil, if all we do is lead a good decent life of comfort? We are not adopted as children of God so that we can take comfort in our salvation, but so that we can become Men and Women of the world that are taught and formed by God, and will go to the ends of the earth to proclaim God’s wondrous deeds.

But before we get to our own special vocation before God, we must accompany our Saviour, as he walks through his passion. This is why Santiago was urging us to spend more time with Jesus yesterday…not so we just ‘chill out’ with the lord…but so that we may share with him, as we did during the exercises, the very core of his experience of the passion. The rejection, the mockery and humiliation that is to come, the pain, the hatred of others… this is the heart of our faith this week. For having accompanied our Lord through his passion, having felt the pain and darkness with him, we can then accompany many others who have been forsaken by the world, the same way Jesus would be forsaken by his friends.

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Getting Children To Beg You To Help Out Around The House

Okay. My kids have regular chores that they do around and about the house. In general they are pretty good about it, but realistically, compared to days gone by, it isn’t that much. But recently I started a deal that is worth sharing. A little background on this. I am a really mean mom.

A) I make my kids do chores

B) I allow them very little time on the computer (by very little I mean about 45 minutes a week)

C) I don’t allow any personal electronics until they are adults

D) I give a lot of lengthy, repetitive lectures on Rights and Privileges

So, now that I have been honest with you about how mean I am, I will tell you how I got my kids to beg to help me around the house. I had eliminated all computer time for about two months because they boys had been bugging too much. So Silas, the most reasonable of my sons, came to me a couple of weeks ago, and said, Mom, I know we have been not allowed computer time, because of bugging. But I was thinking, just for today, could I work for some computer time? Like help out around the house?

Hmm. Says I. That is a pretty reasonable suggestion. Let me think on it.
So I cogitated. I consulted with Sparky. And came up with this, you boys can have computer time if you work for it. One hour’s work will merit you half an hour of computer time. You can work for up to one hour of computer time each week. BUT all of your obligations, (schoolwork, chores, music, etc.) must be met before you are allowed to do the work for computer time.

They beg me to help out around the house. They beg me so much I had to limit it to that they could only work for computer time on Thursdays and Saturdays. A small addendum. Second addendum, can’t save up or roll over computer time from week to week s that if we miss a couple of weeks you get four hours of computer time in one week. Not happening. The house gleams. The yard is lovely. The barn work is all caught up.

Hope this lasts. Love It.

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Evangelium Vitae Medal at Notre Dame University

Browse > Home / Get Involved / Evangelium Vitae Medal at Notre Dame University Evangelium Vitae Medal at Notre Dame UniversityApril 3, 2012 by srmichela Filed under Get InvolvedMother Agnes Mary, SV, and the Sisters of Life have been awarded the Evangelium Vitae Medal by the University of Notre Dame Fund to Protect Human Life. The Medal honors individuals whose outstanding efforts have served to proclaim the Gospel of Life by steadfastly affirming and defending the sanctity of human life from its earliest stages.

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Preparing Adults for Confession

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For many adults becoming Catholic, Confession can be a necessary evil at best and an anxiety-inducing stumbling block at worst in their preparation to receive the sacraments. Here in the parish, Holy Week is the time when adults to be received into the Church at Easter receive this sacrament. How can we best prepare people to meet Christ here? How can we help people move beyond seeing it as ‘something to get through’ and rather a sacrament of encounter, where we have the opportunity to be touched and healed by the Lord in our deepest being.

Of course, one thing to remember is that as Catholics we take a long time to ‘grow into’ this sacrament, make it our own, and build it into our lives as a regular encounter with Jesus. Growing up, Confession was not a regular part of my Catholic life until I was 17, and it took me a long time for me to feel comfortable with it: now, I feel I cannot live without it. Candidates and catechumens too will need to make this journey, and their first Confession may be an awkward, uncomfortable experience, even if they know that they are speaking directly to the Lord. Like anything that we grow accustomed to, we increasingly become more and more at home, until it is the most natural experience in the world to kneel down in the confessional, unload all our sins, and speak with the priest.

How do we help candidates approach this sacrament? Here are a few thoughts:

1. Most have their whole lives’ worth of sin to confess. Where do they begin? The first point is that they receive a full and gradual catechesis on sin. Most will not think they have sin in their lives when they begin, but through a careful, gradual and complete catechesis on the dynamics of sin, the workings of our soul, and God’s mercy, they will begin to perceive the reality of sin in their lives. So, preparation for Confession happens throughout the catechumenate

2. Make use of the liturgies of the RCIA: the second Sunday of Lent includes a Penitential Rite for candidates, comparable to the scrutinies of the catechumens. This rite can give the grace to aid them in their self-searching and growth in repentance

3. When it comes to preparing for the Confession itself, advise your candidates to put aside some time – perhaps an hour – to prepare. We give our candidates a thorough examination of conscience to go through, and tell them to send the kids off with the au pair, step away from emails and phone, shut themselves away, and begin by praying to the Holy Spirit. He is the one who uncovers the deepest sins in our heart – the ones we thought we’d successfully concealed and now don’t particularly want to remember. But, we tell them, let it all be uncovered. Write it down if it helps you to remember. Know that Jesus forgives you even now, as you remember everything and repent in your heart. Don’t allow fear or anxiety to let you burrow anything back away. Just know that, in the confessional, this will all be wiped away.

4. Give candidates freedom about where, with whom, when they go to Confession. Ensure that they go at a time when the priest has enough time and it won’t be a hurried affair. Make sure the candidates know to tell the priest the frequency with which they committed serious sins. Not numbers, just an idea of the severity. Our Confession should be complete, contrite, concise.

5. Sponsors can be a great help in assuring, calming nerves, answering questions. Perhaps they can go with their candidate to the Confession and take them for a coffee after. We should be there to share in their joy :)

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Christ’s horrible sacrifice gives us eternal life

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First He is interrogated, abused, threatened, both by the imperialist thugs who have raped His country and by the collaborators who have allowed the invaders to have their way. Then a group of soldiers throw Him to the ground, beat Him and spit in His face. They make fun of Him, push Him around, punch and shove Him. But the sport is just beginning. He is tied to a post and whipped with a weapon so cruel that it often causes death. It’s a multi-stringed whip, each strap weighted with lead balls that rip and tear lumps of flesh off the body. So bad are these thrashings that they expose the bowels and organs of the victim. If death doesn’t occur at the time it usually takes place days later when infection sets in. As part of the mockery one of the soldiers suggests that they make Him look like a king. After all, he shouts, He claimed to be a king. They all laugh loudly, enjoying what all bullies enjoy.

A pretend crown is made, composed of the razor-sharp thorns that grow so readily in the area. The clumsy headpiece, consisting of dozens of thorns, resembles an upturned bowl. It is placed on top of His head and then pushed, hard, down onto and into His scalp. It lacerates and slices the skin, causing even more pain and loss of blood. A crossbeam weighing more than a hundred pounds is slung across His shoulders and He is shoved into the public streets, forced to carry the weight to His place of execution. Already faint from agony and exhaustion He drops to the ground, where He is shouted at and kicked. People He considered friends and brothers turn away and hide. Old enemies laugh at the state He is in. More soldiers scream at Him to stop. They push Him down to the ground and step over Him like He was dirt beneath their feet.

Three of them hold Him down while another produces a set of thick, rusting nails six inches long, and a large, heavy mallet. The first nail is hammered into His hand. The initial blow of the mallet pounds on the head of the nail, splitting flesh and ligament, splattering blood over His body and over the sandals and tunics of the guards. Another nail, into the other hand. And then the area around the ankles. Sometimes it takes several blows, sometimes the skin and muscle simply cave in, so weak have they become. The world spins, the people shout, the overwhelming pain washes with the confusion and the fear into an ocean of horror. This is a form of judicial murder so evil that even the ruling authorities will abolish it soon afterwards as being too cruel. Every sinew of His body screams out for relief. So alone, so despised, so perfectly and utterly good. Death will come when there is no strength left to lift the chest and breathe. It is excruciating to breathe at all because it puts pressure on the wounds, but nothing can extinguish the lust for life.

Finally, though, the muscles give way, the blanket of numbness smothers all else and it stops. It stops. A soldier pushes his spear into His side and a mixture of blood and water gushes forth. The sure sign of death. They take Him down. But it is still not enough. Guard His body and tomb, the collaborators demand. So they do. Then the world begins again. First a few, then more, then hundreds see Him alive. They feel His wounds, eat with Him, laugh with Him, weep with Him. So sure are they of His resurrection and truth that they themselves are prepared to face deaths as bad as His. They abandon selves so as to gain everything.

Today? He is still abused, beaten, mocked and spat upon. No matter. He died, He rose, He is risen. For you and for me. He left us not a Bible, but a Church, a papacy, a Magisterium, the sacraments and a guarantee that through relationship with Him via His Church, we will also spend eternity with our Messiah. We all need to remind ourselves of that this and every Easter.

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Into the silence

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Holy Week is not a particularly tranquil time for a priest.

In the midst of all the activity, I find Good Friday is the most resonant. My favourite service is actually extra-liturgical, the preaching of the Seven Last Words in our cathedral. It’s a two-hour service of readings, hymns and meditations, reflecting upon the seven times Jesus speaks from the cross. I have been preaching the Seven Last Words for nine years now, accompanied by the students at Newman House, who provide the music and do the readings.

I like the Seven Last Words best because the service is exceedingly simple and its leisurely pace allows ample space for solemn reflection. As a layman and in the seminary, I looked forward to all the special liturgical rites of Holy Week — each rich in meaning and all the more profound for only being done once a year. As parish priest, I hope my parishioners feel the same way, but without ranks of seminarians to attend to every part of the ceremony, I experience the liturgies of Holy Week more choreographically than spiritually! Just making sure that everything is done in the right order, by the right people, at the right time, preoccupies me. I am blessed with diligent altar boys, but my mind is usually “distracted” by making sure that I know what comes next. Even with rehearsals ahead of time, the primary focus for the priest is often on what is to be done, rather than what it means.

For that reason I am drawn to the simple, solemn and silent moments of Holy Week. There are two great silences on Good Friday. The first at the beginning of the liturgy, when the priest prostrates himself before the altar; the second during the reading of the Gospel, when the entire congregation kneels after St. John tells us that “He bowed His head and gave up His spirit.” I prefer to extend those moments until well after the congregation’s shuffling has ceased, and everyone, kneeling in silent contemplation, feels the weight of the mystery too great for words.

Holy Week is so rich in special symbols we can miss that the liturgy is slowly stripping itself bare. The washing of the feet, the veneration of the cross, the lighting of the candles, all this can distract us from the liturgy making itself ever more spare, ever more stark.

We begin the process on Ash Wednesday. We cease the Alleluia and suspend the Gloria. The flowers are gone from the sanctuary. The organ is reserved to accompaniment only — no voluntaries. As Holy Week draws near, statues and images are veiled. On Holy Thursday the organ falls silent entirely. The altar is literally stripped bare at the end of Mass. Most dramatically the Blessed Sacrament is removed from the tabernacle and taken to an altar of repose. The bare altar, the empty tabernacle, the extinguished sanctuary lamp — it is striking on Good Friday to enter a church that is achingly empty. Finally, the liturgy withholds two more things from us — sound and light. Good Friday begins and ends in silence. The Easter Vigil begins in darkness.

The great silences of Good Friday are profound moments for the priest. The prostration calls to mind his ordination and the bond between the great High Priest on the Cross and the priesthood He shares with those in Holy Orders. The kneeling during the reading of the Passion is also striking, for the priest is not accustomed to liturgical kneeling — at Mass, he never kneels, only genuflects.

The silence makes the deepest impression. At those moments all of the busyness, the preparation of the homilies, the choreography of the liturgy, the arranging of the church, the blessing of the palms and the preparation of the towels, the crucifix, the altar of repose, and the new fire — all can be laid aside when prostate before the altar or kneeling at it. There is nothing to be said, nothing to be done. It remains only to be silent before the news that silenced even the heavenly choirs of angels: God has died on the Cross.

There was much commotion at the foot of the cross — the weeping of the Blessed Mother, the taunting of the priests and scribes, the jeering of the soldiers — but on the cross, save for those seven painful occasions, Jesus is silent. Silent, for the pain of crucifixion makes it difficult to speak. And we remain silent, for the pain of seeing our Lord crucified — and for our sins! — stills our voice too.

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Yes indeed, I am blessed to be an aunt

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“When I saw all the hair, I knew it was you,” said an elderly friend. “Come in. Are you pregnant?”

“No,” I said. “Are you praying?”

“Are you praying? You should be praying to St. Gerard. How old are you?”

I told her how old I was. There was a pregnant pause.

“Huh,” she said.

We had this conversation when I was in Canada last year, almost word for word, which made the repetition funny and removed any sting. It was a lot better than a conversation in Edinburgh in which a 29-year-old banged his spoon on the table and cried, “Married two years and no babies? Come on, get cracking!” Of course, even then I could take comfort from the reflection that perhaps I look much younger than my age. When you marry in your late 30s, you marry knowing that the stork might take awhile to find your house or, indeed, decide not to come at all.

But, although a little sad, the thought does not overwhelm baby-loving me because my parents generously provided for my future by presenting me with two little brothers and two little sisters, and so far one of the sisters has given me a nephew and one of the brothers has given me both a nephew and a niece. And this is one of the beauties of thinking of oneself not as a completely autonomous individual but as a unique member of an extended family: the appearance of babies in your life does not all depend on you. If you cannot be a mother, perhaps you can be an aunt. And it is good to be an aunt.

In literature, we aunts are a controversial bunch. P.G. Wodehouse peopled his books with aunts both good and bad but always commanding. Bertie Wooster’s Aunt Dahlia may be a good egg and nicer than his Aunt Agatha, but she still bosses him from pillar to post. Mark Twain gave Tom Sawyer an Aunt Polly, a disciplinarian of the “spare the rod, spoil the child” school, but not only does Polly have maternal love to lavish on Tom, she discovers she has enough to lavish on his friend Huckleberry Finn as well.

Both Tom and Huck lost their mothers at an early age, and this points to the sober reality of maternal death throughout history. Before the 20th century, giving birth was almost always dangerous and very often fatal. In her Woman: An Intimate Geography, biologist Natalie Angier posits that the reason why human females live so long after menopause is that older females are necessary to the survival of babies in the event that the babies’ mother dies. This suggests, then, that the biological raison d’etre of women is not merely to survive and to reproduce but also to be on hand to help with child care. And in Mulieris Dignitatem, John Paul II explains that all women are called to be mothers in one way or another. So far, I have the “another” option.

I hope parents will forgive me as I enthuse about the advantages of being an aunt. I know well how tired and irritated parents can get, for when I visit my Ontario nephew and my Quebec nephew and niece, I get a good look at their parents. I have the greatest respect for parents who are, after all, on parenting call 24/7. As a usually absentee aunt, I can only imagine how hard they work to keep their tempers even and to convince their children to go to bed and brush their teeth and be gentle with other children. But as a usually absentee aunt, I get a lot of credit for my own patience. After I spoke to my seven-year-old nephew for half an hour, my weary sister praised me for my staying power. She didn’t factor in the happy detail that making conversation with a seven-year-old is a rare pleasure for me.

Yes, aunts get much credit and a lot of love for doing relatively little work. This week I turned up in Quebec and found myself an instant hit with my nephew and niece. In terms of child care, I don’t think I did anything more taxing than buckle my nephew into a car seat and play a few games of foosball. And yet my toddler niece was horrified when she discovered that the train that carried me away was not going to bring me instantly back and burst into tears. My brother, of course, was the one who had to calm her down.

And, of course, there is the aunt’s delight of being around such loveable children. I have had a great time in Canada these past 18 days, but I can identify the very best moment, the memory I will take away with me to my childless house in Scotland. It was when my niece’s nanny carried her into the kitchen and pointed at an icon.

“Who’s that?” she asked.

My niece isn’t yet two.

“That’s Jesus’ mama,” she squeaked, and my heart turned to mush.

Yes, it’s good to be an aunt.

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84. Earthquakes! First Graphics by Renee Gray-Wilburn

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Earthquakes!

by Renee Gray-Wilburn. Illustrated by Aleksander Sotirovski (

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Pages: 24
Ages: 5-8
Finished: Mar. 18, 2012
First Published: Jan. 1, 2012
Publisher: Capstone Press
Genre: children, easy reader, graphic novel, non-fiction, geology
Rating: 3/5

First sentence: “It’s dinnertime. Suddenly the house starts shaking.”

Publisher’s Summary: In graphic novel format, text and illustrations explain how earthquakes happen, how their strength is measured, and how to stay safe during one.”

Acquired: Received a review copy from Capstone Press.

Reason for Reading: I enjoy this publisher.

Basic easy reader with detailed information for the minimal text that is provided. Wonderful quality realistic illustrations are delightful and add understanding to the factual text. A simple graphic interface with four frames per two page spread, narrative text between frames, but since this book’s topic is highly scientific there are not many people speaking, therefore very few speech bubbles within the book at all. The detail in this book does go quite in depth, much more so than one would expect for such a short book at this reading level. I’ve found this to be true of all the non-fiction titles I’ve read in the “First Graphics” series. The reading level is at the higher end of the given spread (K-3) and this would also be perfect for little ones who are reading ahead of age level.

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Schools and religion

Right now our schools are controlled by anti-religion ideologues. They have a very specific agenda they want to push. The problem with our school system in Canada is that it is very conducive to this type of manipulation. The reason si simple. Schools are centrally controlled. A few bureaucrats decide what every school must look like in the province.

Here’s how it should be:

Give the students the money and let them decide. If the funding for education in NL was divided equally amongst all students, they would all get $12,500. Then they could do whatever they want with it. If they want to attend a Catholic school, they can do so. If they want to attend a non-religious school, that’s fine as well. There could be schools for various religions. The market would decide.

As it is right now, kids are forced to be taught all kinds of immorality and they have no other choice. They could go to a private school but it’s very expensive because it’s not sponsored.

There have been outrageous attempts to teach kids every imaginable type of immorality and deviancy and claim that it is normal and natural. They teach kids that any sexual expression, at any age, is not only allowed but is very healthy and will make them happy. If parents disagree with this TOO BAD.

Two groups want to keep schools the way they are now and will fight tooth and nail to do so. One group is the union because no competition is always better for the people in an industry. The other are the thought-influencers, the activists. They don’t want to have to do the hard work of convincing every school to teach their programs. They’d prefer to have easy access to policymakers who can enact their teachings at the flick of a switch.

My opinion is if you want to teach kids all kinds of deviancy, I would say that as a parent that is your right, but you do not have the right to force everyone to do the same.

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Missionary Week to precede World Youth Day in Rio

Missionary Week to precede World Youth Day in Rio


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World Youth Day Rio 2013 will be preceded by a week of missions that will be called Missionary Week (MW), throughout Brazil before hundreds of thousands of pilgrims arrive for the global youth event.

Father Jefferson Gonçalves, director of pre-World Youth Day activities, said the country’s traditional “Days in the Dioceses” will instead be a Missionary Week to be held July 17-20 in 2013.

The week aims to give young people the chance to participate in spiritual activities, works of solidarity with local communities, as well as missionary and cultural events.

Organizer Raphael Fritz said families will provide hospitality for the young people taking part in the Missionary Week to give them a more authentic experience of what life is like locally.

The decision to turn the “Days in the Dioceses” into a missions week was made by Cardinal Stanislaw Rylko, president of the Pontifical Council for the Laity, during his visit to Rio de Janeiro in February.

Fr. Goncalves said he hopes the event will “leave as a legacy to future World Youth Days this experience of leading young people into missionary discipleship.”

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The re-branding of the Days in the Dioceses to Missionary week is indeed a good idea.Though it is of the same purpose, the word Missionary is more precise and it will help inspire pilgrims and expose them to reflecting more on the need for every young person to part-take in missionary activities even after the WYD


If Missionary Week (#MW) is from 17-20 July and World Youth Day (#WYD) from 23-28 July, what happens 21-22 July?

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China’s Forced Abortions

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Photo of baby’s head and arm submerged in a bucket of water after mother was induced to labour. Baby was full term and even cried at birth.

“These violent procedures can happen up to the ninth month of pregnancy,” Littlejohn told LifeSiteNews.com. “Sometimes the women themselves die along with their full term babies. Forced abortion is China’s war against women. It is official government rape.”
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Perhaps the circulation of this photo will make people everywhere realise that abortion takes a life in every single case. This baby is just larger and more developed.

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Painting a Day 128

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This blog is simply an exercise in self-expression which has been yearning for an outlet for some time. It’s called TiPSI Mom because I’m joining my husband (the TiPSI Dad) in blogging about being a family of Two Parents on a Single Income raising seven kids.

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Catholic Identity

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I have a small range of penances I give to penitents and it is getting smaller. I found a lady looking through books at the back of church trying to find the “Hail Holy Queen” when a visiting priest was in “the box”. Another woman told me she doesn’t go to confession because she is “embarrassed”, not just by her sins but also her inability to remember the correct prayers.

In parishes that don’t have the Hail Mary during the Intercessions it isn’t just children who can’t remember the “Hail Mary”, adults forget it too – bye the way, does anyone have any clear details about the Heenan CDW indult for its use during the Intercessions in England – like a protocol number? Apparently it was in the draft of the Papal Liturgies during the visit but removed by Office for Papal Liturgies, presumably to stop setting a universal precedent.

The repertoire of recited prayers of your average English Catholics is diminishing. Except for those under the the spell of Medge, younger people tend not to learn either the Rosary or its prayers. In our schools prayer seems to be “Charismatic” spontaneity rather than the ancient prayers of the Church. It is about Catholic identity as much as abstaining fro meat on Friday.

Part of catechesis should be teaching prayer, when the disciple ask the Lord to teach them to pray he gives them a text to learn.

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With enemies like Neumayr, Wuerl needs no friends

When an ecclesiastic like Washington’s Cdl. Wuerl is attacked so meanly and repeatedly by a writer like George Neumayr, the prelate needs no friends to rush to his defense. Instead, it suffices that folks simply read what Neumayr wrote, a la:

  • The word ‘pastoral’ dribbles from the lips of a bishop like Wuerl;
  • who regularly exposes his flock to wolves;
  • while wallowing in a worldly game of ring-kissing;
  • and leaves the Church’s gates open to her fiercest enemies;
  • and uses ‘clericalist tentacles’ (what a phrase!) to menace Neumayr, so on.

Most of this reads like something out of a 19th century Nativist tract! Seriously, does any of this language satisfy the laxest interpretation of Canon 212 § 3? Does Neumayr think that screeds like this are going to win him a hearing in Rome? I thought him more savvy than that.

Neumayr seems better at reacting than he does at reading. For example, he still taunts Wuerl for approving the admission of a “self-described practicing lesbian and Buddhist” to holy Communion, when anyone with eyes to read knows I have amply demonstrated that the first factor is totally irrelevant to the reception of Communion,* and that the second characterization flatly fails under canon law of this case.

Having difficulty with arguments, Neumayr resorts to labeling those who criticize his treatment of Wuerl as being Wuerl’s “surrogates” and chums. How funny. I’ve met Wuerl twice in 30 years (doubtless he would recall neither brief exchange) and I have disagreed, publicly and repeatedly, with Wuerl’s general position on Canon 915. If I am a surrogate or chum of Wuerl’s, it’s only in Neumayr’s imagination.

That said, though, I will cut Neumayr a little slack and grieve with him that the word “pastoral” was hijacked by the heterodox in the decades after Vatican II. When I read what nonsense sometimes gets excused under the cover of “pastoral”, I cast an apologetic glace at my well-worn set of Henry Davis’ pre-conciliar Moral and Pastoral Theology and sigh to myself that some of these guys would not recognize “pastoral” if it walked up to them and punched them in the nose (which, I have a feeling, is exactly what a 1940s British Jesuit would do).

But to dismiss the word “pastoral” from the Church’s lexicon? No, don’t dismiss it! I say, reclaim it. The Church’s mission on earth is fundamentally “pastoral” and Neumayr’s likening “pastoral” to spittle dribbling from an old man’s lips is not to help us reclaim it, but to help others trash it.

Finally, as I have noted many times, canon lawyers (qua canon lawyers) do not enforce law, but they do explain it, often, to an audience that has no idea what it says. Some canon lawyers sign their names to their views, others laugh anonymously with journalists who seem primed and looking for more jibes at bishops. But it doesn’t change what the law says and, one of these days, my repeated calls for bishops to take in hand, say, Canons 1369 and 1373 will, Deo volente, be acted upon. Neumayr and his chuckling confreres should read those norms. Any Catholic who writes what Neumayr writes, and who proudly “apologize[s] for nothing”, and loudly proclaims that “the faithful have not only a right but a duty to resist heterodox [sic] bishops”, seems to be asking for it. + + +

* I understand how this point sticks in the craw of Catholics who take Church teaching on, first, sexuality, and second, the Eucharist, seriously. Really, I do understand. I have tried to explain the point in several earlier posts on this matter, and I will be addressing it more comprehensively in another forum. In the meantime, I can only say, folks must understand that personal disclosure of a sin, even an unrepented grave sin, to a priest does not allow him to withhold holy Communion from that person if s/he approaches for it publicly. And it has never sufficed under Church law. But this is only to repeat myself.

PS: (Tuesday eve): I just winced as I re-read part of the line above (now a few hours after it went it up), but I’ll leave my unhappy phrasing in place as a reminder of what can happen when one restates the same point so many times in so many places: one is bound to misstate it at least once! Obviously, being a “practicing lesbian” is relevant to one’s receiving Communion (per c. 916, etc.), but not, as I have explained many times, to having Communion withheld (per c. 915, etc.) from one under the circumstances generally being treated in this discussion. I have pointed out that difference between “reception” and “administration” of holy Communion many times in many places, and apologize for any confusion arising from my having misstated it this time.

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Vatican II – The Church before.

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You often hear that the Church
before the Council was high bound, formal, authoritarian, hierarchical, out of
touch, distant from the people. God was believed in almost in spite of, rather
than because of and nourished by the Church.

I simply do not believe
it. And yes I know that I am too young to remember the Church before the
Council. But then again, so are you. Probably.

I would say, from my own experience, that I
remember not necessarily specific instances, but the tone, the feel, the

je ne sais quoi

of the Church when I was
about 13 or 14 years old. So to remember the Church before 1962 (to pick a
convenient date) you would have to have been born at least in 1948-1949. And I
would further suggest that if your memories begin to be reliable at that time
them you would have to be a few years older than that. So by now (I know this
is plodding but I teach Maths as well as religion) in the year 2012 you would
have to be at the

bare

minimum
63 or 64. To have a solid set of experiences let’s say you were 20 when the
Council opened. By now you’re 70.

Lots of 70 year olds out
there, I know. But it probably does not include you.

I remember sitting on a
train going to London – in clericals. And a rather nice woman told me that although
she had been brought up as a Catholic she no longer went to Mass and definitely
didn’t go to Confession anymore. The reason was, she said, that the Church used
to be so starchy and oppressive, which oppressed and grey and lifeless.

Tosh

– she was the same age as me!!!
She knew nothing about the Church before the Council!

What she had done, I
guess, was that she had used a mishmash of half-truths to justify her turning
away from the Church. And the sad thing was that she didn’t have to make in up
herself, this nonsense is spoken of so often that people simply believe it.

But the reality was that
the Churches were full, converts were thriving, seminaries and religious houses
were expanding and the number of instructional pamphlets, religious tracts,
pious devotions were legion. This does not speak of a distant Church out of
touch with the world and in desperate need of reform!

It is like saying that a
champion runner, at the top of his sport, winning trophy after trophy doing
what he was designed for is in fact a complete and utter failure. ‘Absolute
Piffle’ you cry! And I do the same for the position of the Church before the
Council.

I not want to get into ‘did
anything need to be changed or reformed’ I want to make the bold but obvious
assertion that the vast majority of what was said about the Church before the
Council simply could not have been true.

So
we need to put that aside and move on.

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Vatican II – The Church before.

The Issue is Fatherlessness – Again

Why do African-Americans, 12.6 percent of the nation’s population, account for 50 percent of the murder victims? Because fatherlessness is most pervasive among blacks.

The illegitimacy rate among all Americans has been rising for decades. In 2012, we reached a grim milestone: The majority of births to women under the age of 30 are now outside of marriage. Among blacks, 72 percent of births are to unmarried women. And while some unmarried mothers go on to marry the fathers of their babies, it’s rare in the African-American community, where only 31 percent of couples are married (in 1960, it was 61 percent).

The result of this adult folly is chaos, misery, and often violent death for kids. Why do young males join gangs? Because without a father to guide and protect them, they seek physical protection from human predators as well as ratification of their masculinity from the gang. A counselor at a juvenile detention facility in California told the Patriot Post, “[If] you find a gang member who comes from a complete nuclear family, I’d like to meet him. . . . I don’t think that kid exists.” A full 85 percent of youths in prison come from fatherless homes, as do 80 percent of rapists, 71 percent of high-school drop-outs, and 63 percent of teen suicides.
- Violence and Family Breakdown, by Mona Charen

As well-meaning as single mothers are, the deck is stacked against them. One of the clerks at my local grocery store is a young black woman, with three children, all of whom have different fathers. She is living with her children and the current boyfriend is there from time to time. She relates the problems she is having with her oldest son, who is suspended from school on a regular basis, and this then makes her skip off work. The problem compounds, and it will only get worse with her next two children, the last of which is a girl destined to repeat her mother’s life.

How do you help these folks to get out of this situation? Education is key. If Paula had more than a couple of years high school, she would have a better job, she would meet a better man, but the most important thing of all, she might actually be married to the father of her children.

This all makes it sound as if, once again, the plan of the future lies with the persistence of women to work towards a better life. But, in actual fact, all the hard work and dedication will not yield much if the men don’t change. So it is up to black men to pull up their pants literally, stop being caricatures of their race, get their heads out of the drugs and porn, study and work. Become real men in other words.

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Tuesday in Holy Week – A Visit to St. Anne Elementary School (of St. Patrick’s Fallowfield Parish)

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Through the Passion of your Only Begotten Son, O Lord, may our reconciliation with you be near at hand, so that, though we do not merit it by our own deeds, yet by this sacrifice made once for all, we may feel already the effects of your mercy. Through Christ our Lord.



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A VISIT TO SAINT ANNE’S SCHOOL


On Monday, March 26–the Solemnity of the Annunciation–Father Joseph Muldoon and I travelled towards Kanata to make a visit to St. Anne’s School. Principal Kari Burke and Pastor of St. Patrick’s (Fallowfield), Father Stephen Amesse and a welcoming committee of students in Grades 5 and 6 received us warmly.

As I was to preside at the Vesting Ceremony of the Queenship of Mary Community on my return and our time-line was tight, I wore the choir dress cassock rather than the house cassock I generally wear on such occasions.

The choir did a wonderful job leading our prayer service, I enjoyed the Q & A which featured the Grade 4 class and was pleased to learn that the students in reaching out to the needy raised more than $2,000 to share with the hungry of our city (through Shepherds of Good Hope) and of the global south through a contribution to Development and Peace. I was also pleased to meet the special needs students and members of the school’s Parents Society.

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What Brings Us Close to God


What Brings Us Close to God

Israel recognizes that its poverty is exactly what brings it close to God; it recognizes that the poor, in their humility, are the ones closest to God’s heart, whereas the opposite is true of the arrogant pride of the rich, who rely only on themselves. The piety of the poor that grew out of this realization finds expression in many of the Psalms; the poor recognize themselves as the true Israel. In the piety of these Psalms, in their expression of deep devotion to God’s goodness, in the human goodness and humility that grew from it as men waited vigilantly for God’s saving love—here developed that generosity of heart that was to open the door for Christ.


Jesus of Nazareth 1, 75


Reflection – We mind being poor, so much. Most of us, anyhow. We look for some other way to do things. We flee from our poverty into so many avenues: competence, intelligence, strength, wealth, moralism. So many ways of getting out from under being poor. We don’t like being poor.


But there it is—hard to avoid it in the Scriptures: “Poverty is what brings us close to God’s heart.” The experience of poverty in all its manifestations—the poverty of our broken sinful condition, the poverty of lacking this or that quality or strength, the physical poverty of being without adequate food, clothing, housing, money—all of this serves as a vehicle bringing us close to God’s heart.


It opens us up to the deeper truth which is the fundamental truth of our humanity. We are made for God and God alone, made to be an emptiness filled with the breath of His Spirit, made to be a seedbed receiving his Word and Life, a chalice eternally filled with his divine wine.


Poverty, the knowledge of our poverty, opens us up to this filling, this divine completion. Pride, arrogance, self-sufficiency, self-assuredness, close us to this. So poverty is blessed, and ‘woe to you rich!’


Ah, but we don’t like it! Not much, not most of us. We really do resist this poverty business.


It is Holy Week. Soon, we will behold the impoverishment of God. God stripped naked, God bleeding, God immobilized, transfixed on two pieces of wood. God suffering, God dying, God dead. We will bow down and worship, beholding this strange mystery which never grows any less strange, does it?


And then He rises. We have to see in this mystery which is the very heart of all reality the truth God is trying to teach us. Poverty is the road to glory and riches. Death is the path to life. To be exalted, we must humble ourselves. To empty ourselves of everything is to be filled with God.


And this is Holy Week, the time to contemplate these depths and mysteries, and to give ourselves to them more fully.

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