Will The Last One To Leave Please Turn Off The Lights?

A blessed New Year's Eve to all.  Here is the view from our front porch.

Proof - I Am Way Ahead Of The Curve

When it comes to pop music, I was an expert at an early age.  In 1974, I came across a sound on the radio (likely an AM transistor radio) that I thought was different from the other music.  Over the years, I have come to appreciate that sound even more.  The sound is not superficial - no "one hit wonder" here (although many at the time predicted this sound would be a one hit wonder.  35 years after their introduction to the world's pop music stage, ABBA has been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.  I look at this recognition as somewhat of a Lifetime Achievement Award.  The music of ABBA is more popular now than it was 30 years ago.  To all that have mocked me for my continuous claims that ABBA is the greatest pop music group of all time, I can only say this:  Nyah!  Nyah!  Nyah!  I told you so!

St. Birgitta is smiling!

There's No Business Like Snow Business

When I went to bed last night, there was just a dusting of snow on the ground - one could still see the grass.  When I awoke this morning, there was over a foot of snow on the ground - and on just about every other object.  As you might expect, our immediate world sort of stops for a day when this happens - no school, no work, no newpaper deliver, no garbage pick up, etc.  Although our driveway is now clear (thank God for snowblowers), we could not yet get anywhere since the streets have yet to be plowed.  While I was clearing our driveway, a man drove by on his snowmobile (snow machine if you are related to Sarah Palin). 

After a weather even like this, it is always interesting that so many people say that they enjoyed the day.  While it was somewhat inconvenient not to be able to drive anywhere, people spend the day "stuck" with family.  They actually are forced to do things with each other!  It seems strange that a weather emergency is required to bring about this perspective.

Almost Midnight Mass

The news that Pope Benedict will celebrate Mass on Christmas Eve at 10:00 pm rather than at midnight has some people worried.  Is the Pope sick?  My wife and I have had the opportunity to attend a Mass at which His Holiness was the presider.  It is no easy task for anyone, let alone a man in his 80s.  He has to hop around quite a bit and do a fair amount of singing - all while wearing some vestments that are not too light.  I am just fine with the Pope celebrating the Christmas Eve Mass a bit earlier, especially since he can't ask the parochial vicar to handle the Christmas Day Mass the next morning.

A Race To Get Out Of The Woods

I have to hand it to the National Enquirer (yes, I am a subscriber as I have an "enquiring mind".  They broke the story about the alleged affair between golf great Tiger Woods, a married man with two small children, and a New York woman.  Even if the story is accurate, I doubt that it will have much of a negative impact on Tiger Woods' public persona.  He is a black man in a white man's world - that world being the Professional Golf Association.  Given that, if the allegations of marital impropriety are accurate, they will be seen by others in the white man's world as nothing more than exceptional indiscretions.  Had Tiger Woods been a black man in a black man's world - e.g. the National Basketball Association, these same people would be claiming that, if the allegations are accurate, that Tiger Woods is the typical "gang-banger whose primary activities involve rapping, doing drugs and having sex with as many women as possible".  It is all a matter of perspective, a perspective that is often "out of whack" due to people placing more value in a person's ability to generate income (for themeselves and for others) than a person's ability to see others as valuable simple because they are people. 

Virtually Anything Is Possible

Once again, I am a generation too late.  I came across an article from Catholic News Service about interns from the United States gaining valuable experience in positions at the Vatican.  The Vatican is also gaining from the interns.  Some of the interns have worked to upgrade and update the official Vatican website to include virtual views of many famous Vatican-related sights.  I did some snooping around and found the page that includes a virtual tour of the Sistine Chapel.  After seeing some of the fruits of the work of the interns, I have to admit that I probably wouldn't be qualified for a Vatican internship and, even if I were, I would spend to much time trying to stick my nose into curial affairs.

Perhaps the most prolific fruit from the internships will be the "people-to-people" experiences.  Hopefully, Vatican officials that come into contact with some of the U.S. interns will develop an understanding that U.S. citizens do not all fit into the perceived mold that many Europeans have of us.  Some of us do recognize that our existence is not just about us/U.S. - there are other people out there that we can support and that can support us.

A Swiss Miss

I just came across an article in The Christian Science Monitor that provides information about the recently approved ban of new construction of minarets, towers that are typcially attached to a mosque.  The Swiss are concerned about the "Islamicization" of their society.  What the Swiss fail to realize is that the spread of Islam in Switzerland is possible due to the "hole" that has grown as society has become less religious.  Rather than fear Islam, the Swiss should do everything possible to encourage people to practice their faith.  Banning minarets in Switzerland will do nothing to help the many people that sense that there has to be something more to life.  People should be encouraged in their quest to discover what that "something more" is.  This is a fitting reminder to all of us as we begin Advent.

Sacraments By Fire

We have all heard "baptism by fire".  How about "ordination by fire".  Earlier this year, Archbishop Paulos Rahho of Mosul (Iraq) was kidnapped during an attack that killed several of his assistants.  The archbishop's body was found a few weeks later.  The See of Mosul had been vacant until the election of Archbishop Emil Nono was confirmed on November 13 (a Friday, the 13th).  According to a ZENIT report, a bomb destroyed the Catholic Church of St. Ephrem and an adjoining motherhouse of Domican sisters on Thursday.  There are no reports (yet) about deaths or injuries. 

According to the report, 40 Christians have been killed in Mosul in the past year and 12,000 Christians have fled - as Vatican diplomats predicted when trying to urge the Bush administration to not attack Iraq.

Poor Archbishop Nono.  He is a young man (42 years old) facing significant challenges.  Let's hope he will live to be an old man.

No Dublin The Fun

On Thursday, a significant amount of information related to sexual abuse by clergy in Ireland was released.  In many cases, such information is released begrudingly and under some type of court order.  To his credit, Archbishop Diarmuid Martin of Dublin proactively released the information and even went so far to warn people that the information would bring shame on priests, religious and bishops in Ireland.  In an interview on Irish television, Archbishop Martin appears to be visibly upset by the fact that such abuse was allowed to continue by so many church leaders.  It will be interesting to see the fallout from the release of the information, both in Ireland and in the Vatican.

It Is Not Yet Winter

...but one would not know from the temperature.  This morning, my beloved canine sidekick and I were able to walk across some small frozen puddles.  It certainly feels like winter to me. 

However, not everyone agrees with my assessment of climate.  On the way back from an errand a few minutes ago, a drove behind a shiny Volkswagen Beetle....with its top down.

Holiday Arrivals

One new baby arrived last week and another new baby arrived on Tuesday evening.

Baby #1:  Zander was born to my nephew (by marriage) and his wife.  This marks the beginning of a new generation for our family.  Now that there are four generations, I realize that I am inching closer to the generation that is "on the clock" when it comes to additional life expectancy.

Baby #2:  The grand piano arrived at church on Tuesday evening.  This arrival was made possible by several donations, including a fairly significant donation in memory of my mother.  I felt somewhat responsible, as I was the one that convinced our pastor that our parish really needed a "real" piano, rather than one of those electronic gizmos.  So, I attended Mass on Thanksgiving Day to make sure I could hear the new baby.  Our music director is a very skilled pianist (M.A. in Piano Performance).  The difference is simply amazing.  One can now enjoy dynamics and expression coming from the keyboard.  No longer is there some type of electronic sound being piped through the amplification system. 

Thanksgiving Inaction

For the first time since we were married over ten years ago, my wife and I will be spending Thanksgiving at our own home.  In past years, we always went to visit my parents or her relatives.  Now that both of my parents have passed away and her relatives are "getting up there" in age, we really don't have a Thanksgiving to go to.  It is somewhat of a different, but pleasant feeling.  Our plan is to stay home, watch some football and have a different type of Thanksgiving meal.  We are going to prepare the traditional side dishes - stuffing, green bean casserole, pumpkin pie, etc.  However, we are both "going solo" when it comes to the main dish.  I am going to have pizza and she is going to have shrimp.

As we enjoy the day, I will give thanks that both of my parents had the opportunity to live long, fruitful and relatively healthy lives.  Many people don't have the opportunity to have both parents around for so long. 

Give To Camelot What Belongs To Camelot

Poor Bishop Thomas Tobin.  The leader of the Diocese of Providence is really taking it on the chin for asking U.S. Rep. Patrick Kennedy to refrain from presenting himself for Communion due to his public pro-choice position.  The other day, I saw Chris Matthews going after Bishop Tobin on "Hardball".  Now, according to an article I just read, anti-clergy abuse protesters are active outside of Bishop Tobin's office.

I will be the first to express concern when a bishop refuses Communion to anyone, including a Catholic pro-choice politician.  However, I think the people targeting Bishop Tobin have it wrong.  First, as far as I know, he has not denied or ordered any ministers to deny Communion to anyone.  A few years ago, Bishop Tobin privately requested that Rep. Kennedy refrain from presenting himself for Communion due to his public pro-choice position.  Appropriately so, Bishop Tobin placed the onus on Rep. Kennedy.  Also, Rep. Kennedy is the one that made the request public after he bashed the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops for expressing concern about the possibility of publicly funded abortions being included in health care reform.

Those that think that Bishop Tobin targeted Rep. Kennedy for political reasons are making a big stretch.  Given the timing, it seems to me that the anti-clergy abuse protests against Bishop Tobin are more for political reasons than for justice for abuse victims.

Is this how the two party system works?!?!

No Afterglow Party

Everybody has to write a book, former papal spokesman, Joaquin Navarro-Valls, included (interesting to note that he is a psychiatrist, as well as a journalist).  One might think that Dr. Navarro-Valls would have plenty of "Vatican stuff" about which to talk at news conferences for his new book.  However, Dr. Navarro-Valls took the time to talk about how both U.S. political parties are having a negative impact on not just the U.S., but on the entire world.  Catholic News Service recently published a related article.  His words are spot on.

Oriented Toward Power

I don't know if this is the answer many U.S. Roman Catholic bishops were looking for.  After the sexual assualt crisis broke, part of the response of the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops (USCCB) was to spend $2 million to commission a study to get a better idea of the root causes of sexual assaults by clergy.  An Associated Press article provides a summary report of the study findings as they were presented to USCCB member bishops at their meeting in Baltimore.  The authors reported that the study shows that homosexuality is NOT a predictor of sexual assaults by priests - gay priests are no more likely than heterosexual priest to molest children.* Virtually anyone with even the slightest knowledge of the issue knows that sexual assault is a crime based on power, not a crime based on sexual desire or sexual orientation.  I could have told the bishops that for the cost of a plane trip to and from Baltimore and a nice meal.

*Whenever I write about this issue, I remind readers that priests that commit sexual assaults represent an incredibly small percentage of all priests. 

The Party's Over!

The millions of long time readers of this blog should recognize that when it comes to partisan politics, I am a moderate.  I hardly ever vote straight-ticket.  When I do, it is a coincidence - and I have have coincidentally voted straight-ticket for both parties.

I have argued with many people that neither party is inherently more moral than the other.  Of course, my Rebublican friends always argue that they are the pro-life party - just look at their platform.  What these politically naive friends don't realize is that party platforms are just ads to get people elected - they are not promises of how they will govern.  I have been involved in many campaigns where Republicans have quietly told me, "I am really pro-choice, but I have to say I am pro-life to get elected".  I have also had experience with Democrats that have confided that they are pro-life, but had to state they were pro-choice in order to get elected. 

I came across recent articles that provide further evidence that neither party is more moral than the other, even on the issue of abortion!  Click here for article from politico.com.  Click here for AP article.

"Turn out the lights.  The party's over".

Milwaukee? Geronimo!

Let me be one of the first to report Bishop Jerome Listecki, Bishop of La Crosse, WI, has been appointed Archbishbop of Milwaukee.  For those of you that understand Italian, click here.

By Jove, I Think They've Got It

Last week, TIME magazine published an article about some pre-eminent Roman Catholic prelates publicly disagreeing with each other on how to handle pro-choice politicians.  For years, we have seen a steady stream of bishops that spend a fair amount of their resources denouncing pro-choice politicians.  I can understand the necessity of bishops to publicly remind pro-choice politicians of Catholic teachings.  However, the impact of this "piecemeal" approach can be debated.

I would argue that it is much more effective for bishops to devote more resources to a strong and somewhat "under-the-radar" lobbying approach.  I applaud the bishops for the significant role they played in shaping the health care reform proposal that recently passed the House - AP article.  I have always been impressed with the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops staff that work on pro-life issues, especially Richard Doerflinger. 

"The whole is greater than the sum of the individual parts".

How Not To Toe The Line

Oh, the little things we take for granted.  Earlier this morning, I missed the final step on my way to the lower level of our house.  Here is the result:

Yes, a broken toe.  It looks worse than it feels.  However, I do notice it.  I am not able to walk as I normally do.  I found out that it is difficult to run, ride a bike or swim with a broken big toe.  I can no longer achieve my goal of being an internationally famous foot model.

This is a reminder to not take anything or more importantly, anyone, for granted.  We should be far more grateful for the many graces and gifts we have in our lives.  Things can and do always change.

The Big Change

No, not menopause - either male or female.  As evidence that I lead a happily mundane life, I watched the health care reform debate on C-SPAN.  I don't watch C-SPAN too often since it is sometimes too boring for even me.  However, the health care reform debate was pretty interesting.  During the debate, it became clear that the House Democrats did not have enough votes to pass the legislation without the 20 or so pro-life Democrats.  Thus, the pro-life Democrats were allowed to introduce a big change - an amendment that would prohibit federal funds from being used to pay for abortions.  I am certain a deal was struck where this amendment was put forward and approved with the understanding that there will be an effort to remove it when the legislation goes to the Senate.  Nevertheless, the debate on the amendment was what it should be - a discussion of issues:  Should abortion be covered in the bill?  If not, can states provide funding to cover abortions?  Should federal funding in any way be used to pay for abortions?  It was one of the few good debates I have seen on C-SPAN.

The "Curse" of the Cubs

What does the manager of the New York Yankees do a few hours after his team wins the World Series?  Click here to find out.  I think this may have more to do with Joe Girardi being a former Chicago Cub than with him being the current manager of the World Series champion New York Yankees.

Seeking a Presidential Pardon

On the drive to work recently, I noticed several law enforcement vehicles.  I assumed that they may have been part of a speed limit enforcement effort (aka:  speed trap).  As I kept driving, I noticed an increasing number of law enforcement officers and vehicles - perhaps up to 50.  I also noticed numerous barricades along the side of the highway.

A few hours after arriving at work, I had the "aha" expereince.  I noticed that traffic on one of the lanes of the highway in front of my office disappeared.  I then saw several police motorcycles drive by.  Then I saw it - the Presidential limosine.  Since it drove by on the far lane of the highway, I could not make out who the occupants were.  However, when they came by in the other direction a couple of hours later (I was prepared and waiting closer to the highway), I was able to spot President Obama in the back seat of one of the limosines.  This was the first time that I have seen a sitting (no pun intended) U.S. President.  I had always hoped that I would have had the opportunity to see a current U.S. President.  That hope was realized.

When President Obama drove by, I prayed that all elected officials clearly recognize the difference between being elected and serving the people.  So many politicians see the former as their goal and disregard the latter.

Bier Hier!

Even though we are still in October, it is a bit late for Oktober fest.  However, Beer City, USA, aka:  Milwaukee, may soon have a reason for a toast.  According to clockwork, rumors about the next Archbishop of Milwaukee have begun to heat up.  This always seems to be the case about six months (give or take a couple of weeks) after the archdiocese or diocese becomes vacant.  The Archdiocese of Milwaukee became vacant in mid-April when Archbishop Timothy Dolan became the leader of the Archdiocese of New York.  A recent article from the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel that was featured on the front page will certainly provide some heat to the rumors.  For what it is worth, I have the sense that the next Archbishop of Milwaukee will be Bishop Blase Cupich of the Diocese of Rapid City, SD.

Evolving Perspectives

I just came across a release from ZENIT news service reporting that several scholars aim to disprove Darwin's theory of evolution.  I will be the first to admit that I am no expert in creationism, Darwinism or intelligent design.  In spite of my ignorance, I cannot understand why the origins of man have to be explained by creationism OR evolution.  Why do these two concepts have to be mutually exclusive?  Many people in the creation camp will argue that man was created in the image of God.  What does God look like?  Is God a man or a woman?  What color hair does God have?  Is God white?  Perhaps the image of God has more to do with the qualities, rather than the physical appearance, of God.  Could it be that we were created with unchanging qualities that are very reflective of God?  Could it also be that our physical characteristics have changed over the years in response to our ever-changing environment?

The Other Dog

Another story about our beloved canine. Earlier this morning, we were out for our usual walk in the park. At this time of year, it is pretty dark during our walk. This morning, the light from the rising sun was just beginning to poke above the horizon. About halfway through our walk, I noticed another dog. We have come across other dogs in the park many times, but usually not at this early hour. The dog, still a distance away but in an open field, stopped in its tracks to look at my dog and me. I kept looking for the owner, but could not see another human. Then the dog began to move. That is when I noticed the big fluffy tail on the dog. In fact, the dog was not a dog - he or she was a fox. Due to the darkness and distance, I could not determine if the fox was of the grey or red variety. However, it was definitely a fox.

A Crowning Achievement

I spent a large part of today in the dental chair. After nearly a half-century of life, I now have my first dental crown. While the dentist ground away at a very old and large filling, I said the Rosary. I didn't pray that I would make it through the procedure - I knew I would. In addition to praying the Mysteries for today (Joyful, by the way), I ran through my usual litany of causes for prayers. The litany includes specific people with cancer, addictions, heart ailments and people recovering from surgeries and strokes. It sort of makes getting a new part of a tooth not such a big deal.

It still hurts, though!

Heartfelt Luck

My wife and I attended Mass at our wounded church this weekend. We were surprised that the damage from a fire earlier in the week did not appear too extensive. However, our pastor explained that restoration experts had been busy all week. They did a marvelous job. The only damage appeared to be in the area around the Marian side altar. The wooden altar can be restored. However, we are waiting final word about the possibility of restoring the statue of Mary.

Thanks to an alarm system and a quick response by the fire department (within a couple minutes of the initial alarm), the damage was not nearly as extensive as it could have been. Our church is a very old building. The flames came close to making their way into the church attic. Had that have occured, the entire church building would have been lost.

While we lick our wounds, we count our blessings.

No Rush to Judgement

Well, conservative talk radio host Rush Limbaugh won't be part owner of the National Football League's St. Louis Rams after all. This has been the topic of many talk radio programs. Many callers are applauding the decision by the NFL to "not accept" the bid to buy the Rams by the group that includes Limbaugh. Those callers claim that Limbaugh is a racist. Other callers have denounced the decision, claiming that anyone should be able to be part of the NFL. A common argument was that Michael Vick was convicted of a felony and is now a quarterback in the NFL, whereas Limbaugh, who has not been convicted of a felony, cannot be an owner.

Obviously, the vast majority of people opposed to Rush Limbaugh owning an NFL team are opposed to him because they do not believe in his political views. Those that support him as an NFL owner do so because they support his political views.

Here is the opinion of your humble blogger: Rush Limbaugh should not own a National Football League franchise. Rush is in the business of generating controversy. He has been an expert in doing so for many years. This skill has earned him millions of dollars over the tears. The last thing the NFL wants is controversy. Close eyes are kept on owners like Jerry Jones of Dallas and Al Davis of Oakland. The NFL wants to attract all fans and alienate none.

For the same reasons Rush Limbaush should not own an NFL francshise, neither should other controvery-mongers like Jesse Jackson or Al Sharpton. Race and political partisanship have nothing to do with reasons to deny ownership. However, generating controversy, and potentially alienating many fans, does not sell NFL tickets, merchandise or television rights.

The Risks of Burning the Candle at Both Ends

I ran into a fellow parishioner at the credit union earlier today. He asked me if I had heard about the big fire downtown. I replied that I hadn't. He then went on to clarify that the fire was at our parish church. I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach. Although a cause has yet to be determined, the fire was on the side of the church near the Marian altar. That is an area that has many votice candles. From what my friend told me, the damage was limited to a portion of the church. However, the damage in that area is pretty extensive. There will be no weekday Masses this week. The hope is that the weekend Masses can take place.

I feel no different than if someone informed me that a family member was in an automobile crash. Insurance will cover the damages. But there are damages nonetheless.

Please pray for a full and speedy recovery for Sacred Hearts of Jesus and Mary Church.

A Tragedy

Many years ago, I got my first real job as an assistant to a state senator. I was young and living in the capital of our state. Somewhat ironically, there were several other young males with whom I graduated from high shcool that were in the same boat. There were about 10 of us that graduated within a year or two from each other from a small Catholic all-male high school. All of us were legislative assistants, bureaucratic administrators and/or lawyers. Several worked for the governor. In fact, the political reporter from our hometown's daily newspaper wrote an article about this cabal of young men from the same small high school that were having some impact on state politics.

For the past 20 years, there has been regular contact among the members of this cabal. There have been numerous gatherings to celebrate weddings, births, birthdays, funerals of family members and to just get together.

I got the call early on Sunday morning from another member of the cabal. His first words were, "Joe is dead". Joe was valedictorian of our high school class. He was the most intelligent person any of us knew. He was not naturally intelligent - he worked very hard and studied. He was a lawyer with experise in public utilities. After settling down, he and his girlfriend had a daughter, got married, had another daughter and were expecting their third child in a few months.

Joe was involved in a one vehicle crash at 11:30 pm on Friday in a small town about 90 minutes from his home. His vehicle missed a turn and rolled. Joe was thrown from the vehicle and sustained critical injuries. He was airlifted to a trauma center where he survived for a day on life support. He quickly died after his family decided to remove life support.

It is difficult to come to grips with Joe's death. Although this is presumptive, all of us would be surprised if alcohol were not a factor in the crash. If that proves to be the case, it only adds to the depth of this tragedy. Joe is fine, but the people he leaves behind are struggling - wondering how to help his wife and children.

In the most recent post, I wrote that death is part of life and life is part of death. It is a challenge to see that through the haze of this tragedy.

Respect Life Sunday

My advice to those that want to celebrate Respect Life Sunday in an apporpriate manner is to respect death. In the the late 70s, there was a song called Born to Be Alive.

Born To Be Alive - Patrick Hernandez
Some in the pro-life movement have adopted it as a theme song. I would argue that we are not born to be alive, but we are born to die.

I do not intend to sound morbid. All human roads lead to earthly death. The people that seem to live the fullest lives are the people that understand that all human roads lead to death. These are people that comprehend that God is in control. So, rather than struggle to gain control, these people embrace what is before them and try to impact, but not control, their lives and the lives of others - Mother Teresa, Oscar Schindler, etc.

In the past week, I have had many connections to death. My mother's memorial Mass took place last weekend. The grandmother of a good friend suffered a stroke and is in a coma from which she will not awaken. A high school classmate died last night from injuries sustained in a car crash the day before - he leaves behind a wife, two young children and one child on the way.

Catholic priests and deacons get it. People often ask why priests and deacons never seem to be sad when they preside at funeral services. Priest and deacons recognize that people are born to die. A spiritual goal has been reached when a person dies. All is blissful for the person that dies. The struggle is for those that mourn the loss of a loved one. Helping those that are mourning to understand that the death of the loved one has resulted in new life for him or her is one of the most life-respecting actions there can be.

Where Have All The Mourners Gone?

Our family celebrated a memorial Mass for my mother this weekend. Although my mother died several weeks ago, she donated her body to a medical college. Thus, there was no need to have a service right away. We waited until a date that seemed to work for most of our relatives.

While a good number of people came for the visitation and/or the Mass, my siblings and I discussed that there were many more people at my father's visitation and Mass nearly four years ago. We then had the "aha" experience. When thinking about people we thought might have come to my mother's Mass but didn't, it became apparent that my mother outlived many of her friends and peers. Many of her friends have passed away in recent years. Many others are in some type of assisted living.

"Turn about is fair play". Let's say a prayer for those friends that have died or are in need of any type of healing. It's what mom would have wanted.

Paying the Piper

This blog has included posts about the Vatican's three-years study of women religious in the United States. There have been numerous articles, both pro and con, written about the study. For the most part, U.S. bishops have remained silent. The silence has proven to be costly - to the tune of $1.1 million. The Vatican has requested that U.S. bishops foot the bill for the study. I actually have no problem with this, as long as the bishops have access to all of the information gathered and related reports. Institutes of women religious should also have access to the same information. The information may be very helpful as nearly every Roman Catholic entity - parishes, dioceses, religious institutes, etc. - struggles to meet growing needs with fewer human and financial resources.

Click Here For A Related Post From "Whispers In The Loggia"

Bless The Beasts and The Children

Prior to my wife's conversion from radical WELS Lutheranism, we often discussed what denomination our children would follow. The only "child" we have had is a dog. One might assume the he is Anglican, as he is an English Cocker Spaniel. However, he is definitely Roman Catholic. I know this because this weekend will mark the 8th time he has been blessed.

Click Here For A Related Catholic News Service Blog Post

The Ripple Effect

My mother passed away last month. This event caused me to think about many of the people that played a role in her life. Sure, there are her parents, her siblings, her spouse, her in-laws, her children, her friends, etc. However, for some reason, one name kept coming up during my recollections - Father Marcellus Cabo.

Many year ago, I would drive with my family to a small community about 45 minutes away to bring my older siblings to summer camps. Whenever we would make these trips, we always made a little side trip to visit the church where Father Marcellus served as pastor. It was located on an Indian reservation and had a small gift shop.

I was very young, perhaps 4 years old, when I first met Father Marcellus. Up to that time, the only priests with whom I had contact were diocesan priests. I was afraid of the priest that wore a dark robe with a rope belt. However, Father Marcellus' friendly and caring personality, as well as the fact that he gave me a little toy from the gift shop, quickly wiped away my fears.

Every year, we made it a point to visit Father Marcellus and take him out for dinner. He was always so friendly to all of us. I remember the compassion he showed to our family - and especially me - when my sister passed away (she was 6 and I was 5).

I remember how upset I was when my father informed me that Father Marcellus died. He was stabbed to death by a person he was serving. I could not comprehend how such a peaceful man could suffer such a violent death.

However, my primary memory of Father Marcellus was his friendly and gentle nature.

My recollections caused me to try to track down some information about Father Marcellus. Until a few days ago, I didn't even know his last name! I was curious about where he came from, his education, his vocation story. My curiosity led me to contact the Franciscans of Sacred Heart Province to see if I could find out more about the man. I have had an ongoing e-mail dialogue with them for several days and have learned much. I reminded them that my memory of Father Marcellus confirms that the good works that they do can have a lasting ripple effect.

P.S. 09/23/09 I just learned after talking with a sibling that the memorial fund for my sister that died in 1969 went to the support of Father Marcellus' ministry.

A Matter of Perspective

This is what I saw when I took my beloved dog out for a walk early this morning. As we walked, I could not help but recall the events of September 11, 2001. For many of us, the world stopped for a bit. Things were not clear: Who would perpetrate such acts? Why would they perpetrate such acts? Why would God allow such events to take place?

At times, humanity can be in a fog. However, our faith makes it possible to believe that the sun will rise and the fog will go away. It always has and it always will.

Final Words On The Shepherd

What does a member of the flock do when their shepherd is attacked for doing exactly what that shepherd should be doing?

Last week, Bishop Robert Morlino of the Diocese of Madison, WI, wrote an article that provided a response to concerns that were expressed by some about the Catholic funeral for Senator Edward Kennedy. A good number of people in the Diocese of Madison and across the nation have expressed that Bishop Morlino's article provides an incredibly pastoral message about the infinite mercy God has for those that are open to and seek such mercy. There is also a fair number of folks in the Catholic blogoshpere that have loudly expressed outrage that a Roman Catholic bishop would put forth the possibility that Senator Kennedy may have sought and received God's mercy - and that a Catholic funeral was very appropriate. I cannot help but offer some final words about this controversy.

Using a format of which Bishop Morlino would approve for providing my reflection, I have three points:

1. A True Pastoral Message Often Makes Those That Need It Most Uncomfortable

Bishop Morlino's article in no way attacks anyone. To see the article from the Catholic Herald, go to:
http://www.madisoncatholicherald.org/bishop/13-bishopcolumn/864-gods-mercy-and-senator-edward-kennedy.html

All Bishop Morlino does in the article is present the teaching of the Church as it relates to the mercy of God. He then presents a general theme of some of the concerns expressed about Senator Kennedy's funeral. He leaves it up to the reader to "connect the dots" by asking the question, "Does the reaction jibe with Church teaching?" Connecting the dots obviously made some people uncomfortable - as it should. However, rather than doing some internal reflection about the reason for their discomfort, some people have attacked Bishop Morlino and his message about the infinite mercy of God. Bishop Morlino was doing what any shepherd of the Church should do - to share the faith through the teachings of the Church. As always, some people are more receptive and open than others to such teachings. The people that are attacking Bishop Morlino and his message are true "cafeteria Catholics". They agree with the Church teachings they like and attack the Church teachings, as well as the messengers of such teachings, that make them uncomfortable.

2. A Good Model

"How could a bishop praise such a pro-choice person like Senator Kennedy?" That is a major theme expressed by the attackers of Bishop Morlino. Bishop Morlino makes it very clear that Senator Kennedy often promoted issues and engaged in personal behavior that were clearly contrary to Church teaching. Hey, welcome to the club, Ted! It is a big club that includes popes, bishops, saints, politicians even Catholic bloggers. Bishop Morlino clearly points out that Senator Kennedy had many failings. Bishop Morlino clearly indicates that Senator Kennedy took several measures during the last part of his life that indicate he had remorse for many of the actions he had taken during his life and was not only open to God's mercy, but was actively seeking it. So, we have a human being recognizing that he is a sinner, expressing that he wants to sin no more and seeking God's mercy. This seems to be a pretty good model of Christian behavior.

3. True Evangelization

Some of the people that are attacking Bishop Morlino have said that their concern is that the funeral was a public "spectacle", not that it was a Catholic funeral. They even poked a bit of fun at Bishop Morlino's reflection about the funeral being subdued, except for the guest list. Had the funeral services been private, nothing would have changed except for the number of publicity-seeking officials that attended. Catholic prelates would still have participated. Nothing would have changed with the readings or the music. I am glad that the service was covered by major media outlets. This was an opportunity for a wide audience to think about what a Catholic funeral means in terms of God's mercy. God became man and died on a cross for all of us. That is the core of our faith. The mercy Jesus showed on the cross is the same mercy with which God has graced Senator Kennedy. May we all seek and receive such mercy during our life and at the time of our death.

May both Edward Kennedy and this controversy rest in peace!

Susan Boyle and The Bishop

What do Susan Boyle and Bishop Robert Morlino of the Diocese of Madison, WI, have in common? You may recall Ms. Boyle, the dowdy and plump woman from the United Kingdom whose first apprearance, when she sang "I Dreamed a Dream", on the UK version of "American Idol" spread like wildfire on YouTube. She became an overnight sensation.

Bishop Morlino, who looks and sings nothing like Susan Boyle, is the leader of the Diocese of Madison, WI - a small diocese in the midwest. He is perceived by some as being blunt and outspoken, as well as being very conservative when it comes to doctrine and politics.



A few days ago, I came across Bishop Morlino's most recent article from the Catholic Herald, the diocesan newspaper. It is an incredible article that provides a thoughtful response to those who view Sen. Kennedy having a funeral Mass as a scandal.

After adding a post about the article on this humble blog, I alerted a friend that is a major player in the Catholic "blogoshpere" about Bishop Morlino's amazing reflection. Well, Bishop Morlino's article has struck a national chord. Posts about the article have made it on The Deacon's Bench, Whispers in the Loggia and the Boston Globe website. My friend alerted me that Bishop Morlino's article has really been catching on and thanked me. It is the good Bishop that deserves the gratitude for penning such an amazingly pastoral article. All I did was share it.

Who Needs A Shepherd?

While browsing through recent magazines and blogs, I noticed that a fair number of Catholics have expressed concerns that Sen. Edward Kennedy was allowed to have a Mass of Christian Burial and that two Cardinals participated. Many people feel that, due to his pro-choice positions, Sen. Kennedy should not have been allowed to have a Church funeral.

Just yesterday, I came across an article that made me proud. The article was written by the Bishop of the diocese in which I live. I have had frustrations with my Bishop over the years. We have even maintained a somewhat regular "snail mail" conversation. As he and I grow older, we seem to be getting along better - the same thing that happens with many parent-child relationships. In fact, situations might be developing that will result in an increasingly strong connection between my Bishop and me.

To see the article, go to: http://www.madisoncatholicherald.org/bishop/13-bishopcolumn/864-gods-mercy-and-senator-edward-kennedy.html.

This is a perfect example of a Bishop being a pastor.

Plenty of Seasoning

While driving to work this morning, I drove by an outlet of America's biggest retail chain. I noticed that in their fenced in storage area behind the store, there were some newly delivered snowblowers. And this sight is just a couple days after waking up to patches of frost on the ground.....in August!

Given the experience of my mother recently passing away, the sight of the snowblowers reminded me that the primary purpose of the end of a season is to usher in the beginning of the next season.

Proud Parents

On a fairly regular basis, I see cars that have bumper stickers saying something like "My child is an honor student at ABC school". Up until today, I use to think that the parents must be of the domineering and egotistical ilk. You know - tell the world how great your kid is. Whoop tee doo! Not being a parent of children, maybe I am not in the position to understand the feelings parents have for their children.

After getting a bit of news this morning, I no longer feel that way about those parents. To find out why, click here.

Hot August Nights

...are now followed by cool August mornings. This very morning, while walking our beloved canine in the park across the street, there were patches of frost-covered grass. Frost....in August!?!?!?

A Turning Point

The millions and millions of people that read this blog know that I have been discerning a call to be a permanent deacon in a diocese that has yet to fully embrace the ministry.

Several months ago, I might have been considered a friendly pest. Every now and then, I would write a letter to our Bishop. I'd send an e-mail to our diocesan vocations director every few months. Although they did not urge me to go away, they never offered much hope that there would be a tangible way for me to pursue the call.

Something changed a few weeks ago. I don't know what happened or who was involved. Earlier this week, at their request, I met with two diocesan leaders. While things have not reached a point where hard commitments can be made, it is obvious that there is some support to take some action to make it possible for men in our diocese to pursue a call to the permanent diaconate. It could be that training takes place in a neighboring diocese. It could be that there might be ways to utilize technology for distance learning. There was even discussion of attempting to see if some of the credits I have received from various courses I have taken might be able to be applied toward permanent diaconate formation and decrease the time it might take for me to be ordained.

Perhaps this change in attitude is the result of the work of the Holy Spirit and the intercession of my recently deceased mother.

The Lion Rests

The death of Senator Edward "Ted" Kennedy marks not only the end of the Kennedy era in Amercian politics, it marks the end of an era of "genteel" politics. I have a fairly close friend that served in Congress for several years. This friend was a very right leaning Republican. He had the opportunity to work with and against Senator Kennedy on many issues. My friend said that there were many people that vehemently opposed Senator Kennedy on many issues. However, my friend said that virutally everyone respected Senator Kennedy. While Senator Kennedy certainly had his human failures and made many mistakes, he was a person that genuinely cared for all people, including political opponents. My friend mentioned that, whenever a Member of Congress experienced the loss of a loved one, Senator Kennedy always sent a personal note and often made it a point to attend funeral services. He would often make an effort to visit the grieving families. Senator Kennedy put forth most of these efforts outside of the public eye.

It should come as no surprised that even Senator Kennedy's most bitter political rivals are mouning the loss of a man that genuinely cared for people as individuals.

The Fairness Doctrine

I have been having an e-mail conversation with a friend. When I informed him that my mother recently passed away, he said something to the effect that, even though her death was expected, it was unfair. He said he dreads the inevitable day when his mother, currently active and healthy at 83, will pass away.

There is nothing that is fair in life. I say that from the "glass is half-full" perspective. Was it fair that I was born into an upper-middle class family? Was it fair that my parents supported my education through college? Is it fair that I have been fairly successful in my personal and professional life? Virtually everything in my life has been and continues to be a gift. I don't deserve my family and friends, but I have them and they are stuck with me.

When someone close passes away, it is difficult. However, to say that it is unfair is like the person that says nothing when the cable company continues to provide service without charge for many years after that person moves into a new residence. Perhaps three years later, the cable company realizes the error and disconnects the service. The person thinks this is unfair. How can he live without CNN and the NFL Network?

Our lives and the lives or others are all gifts that we do not deserve, but have been given.

No Need To Become Unglued

Please bear with me as many posts will relate to the recent passing of my mother.

As I continue to experience the many things that happen when a loved one passes away, it is becoming obvious that my mother was really the glue that kept family relationships going. She was not so much of a matriarch - a hub through which all family communications must go. She was more "behind the secenes" and would give gentle hints about birthdays, anniversaries, special events, illnesses, deaths, etc. The implied message was "it might be nice to call or send a card".

When I called my uncle - my mother's brother - to let him know about my mother's death, his final words during the conversation were "Remember, we are still a family".

I have a niece that is living in another country. She has expressed concerns that, now that my mother has died, she may never see any of her aunts and uncles. She has already been assured that her aunts and uncles plan to be there for important events in her life.

Perhaps biggest honor that my siblings and I pay to my mother is to not only keep the family relationships going, but to put forth an active effort to make those relatiosnhips stronger.

A Final Goof

To honor my mother on the day after her death, my oldest sister and I went to my mother's favorite resaurant for dinner. The restaurant is across the street from a cemetery where my youngest sister, who passed away 40 years ago, is buried. During dinner, my oldest sister mentioned that my mother was worried that nobody would put flowers on my youngest sister's grave after my mother died. So, my oldest sister and I did the noble thing. After our meal, we went across the street to find my youngest sister's grave and check on the flowers.

We faced a couple of challenges. Neither one of us had visited the grave for several years. However, we thought we had a pretty good idea of where it was in the large cemetery. The second challenge was that one of us had a couple glasses of wine.

We drove to where we were sure her grave was. We looked around.....and looked around......and looked around. We drove around a section of the cemetery several times. One could almost hear my mother yelling, "You dumb*%#!s! The grave is the same place it has always been!"

While we were very bothered that we could not find the grave, we gave up the search. The next morning, I called the cemetery office and was assured that they could show us on a map where my youngest sister's grave is located. We stopped by the office, they showed us on a map - it was right were we had looked the previous evening.

We drove to the section where we were the previous evening. It didn't take long to find the grave. There was a flower urn resting on it (it is a flat gravestone) that made it difficult to see (even for the one of us that was sober).

My mother is undoubtedly sharing the story with her heavenly friends about her two children's goof.

The Right Places At The Right Times, vol. 2

On Sunday afternoon, my mother passed away. She had been fairly ill in recent months with several maladies. In recent weeks, the decline in her health was fairly dramatic.

I had planned to travel to her home, about 125 miles from where I live, on Sunday and stay until Monday in order to help her take care of some financial transactions. I had a busy Sunday morning. I had to play the organ at an early Mass and cantor at a later Mass. After the later Mass, my wife and I went out for breakfast. While at breakfast, we ran into a friend that was picking up a cake for a family gathering to celebrate her stepdaughter's upcoming wedding. The friend invited my wife and I to stop by. I figured I would stop by on my way to my mother's house.

Immediately after departing my house for my mother's house, I had the feeling that I should skip the pre-wedding celebration. I also skipped a usual stop at the outlet mall where I regularly stop to look for some bargains. For some reason, I felt it would be best just to get to my mother's house.

As soon as I entered my mother's house, I sensed something unusual. I knew that my oldest sister was there. I immediately headed to my mother's bedroom. My mother was asleep in a hospital bed and my sister was comforting her. My sister announced to my mother that I had arrived. My mother stirred a bit, but kept on sleeping. I could tell it was a slumber from which she would not awake. Forty-five minutes after I arrived, my mother breathed her last breath. I was so glad that I didn't stop at the pre-wedding celebration or the outlet mall.

My sister and I cried - perhaps more out of relief for my mother than sadness on our part. My mother ended her earthly journey on her own terms. Fortunately, God and she shared the same terms. My mother died very peacefully at home with family members close by.

A Different Sort of Read

Yesterday, I returned home after a week-long vacation. I had a stack of mail waiting for me. Included in that stack were several weekly and monthly Catholic publications to which I have subscribed for years. I was excited to see the first issue of my subscription to the weekly English summary of L'Osservatore Romano, the official newspaper of the Holy See. Other geeks might have their fantasy sports. But give my my Vatican!

One thing that struck me right away - the writing in L'Osservatore Romano is far different than the writing in the U.S. Catholic publications. The writing is blunt and pretty easy to read. The articles tend to be pretty short and focus on basic information. I think this difference relates to the differing perspectives between people in the U.S and people elsewhere. In the U.S., we tend to think that the borders of the world are comprised of the Canadian border, the Mexican border, the Atlantic Ocean and the Pacific Ocean. We also tend to think the history of the world began with the discovery of the Americas. U.S. media is developed in this environmnent.

It is refreshing to read a weekly publication that is developed from a different perspective - one that sees the U.S. as one of the many geographic locations in the world and one that sees U.S. history as a small sliver of world history.

I Should Have Gone On Vacation Earlier

Things always happen when I am on vacation. This vacation is no exception.

We are in a remote area that gets very spotty cell phone coverage. I noticed that a call was coming in from my pastor. However, I could not answer it due to the spotty coverage. When I checked my voice-mail, there was a message from my pastor indicating that, after years and years of applying gentle pressure on our Bishop, he has finally agreed to provide the opportunity for me to pursue a call to the permanent diaconate in our diocese.

I have been interested in the permanent diaconate for many years. In fact, I have been ready to apply to a formation program for many years. Unfortunately, there has been no activity related to the permanent diaconate in our diocese since the only class of deacons was ordained over four years ago.

While I have been sending the Bishop letters for years, I cannot take the credit for this turn of events. Credit goes to my pastor, a well-respected priest that has sent letters of support to the Bishop. I can also thank the diocesan vocation director that, after meeting with me a couple months ago, developed a strategy to approach the Bishop with a plan that would make it possible for me to enter a permanent diaconate formation program in a neighboring diocese, but return for ordination and serves in my diocese. The key may have been that the vocation director convinced the vicar general to support the plan.

Being on vacation and somewhat out of the communications loop, I feel like a kid that can't get to the presents underneath the Christmas tree until a few days after Christmas. I don't know what letters might await me when I return home from vacation.

A Whole New World

My wife, dog and I are on vacation in the far northern portion of our state. We are staying in a little one-room cottage on a little lake.

I had the first "I guess we are not in Kansas, anymore" moment just after we first arrived. Looking up into a tree, I saw three squirrels at play. Seeing squirrels is not extraordinary - we have thousands of them where we live. However, the squirrels at our cottage are jet black in color - not the usual grey.

It is always interesting to be drive just a couple hours a way and see things that you never see where you live.

Put In His Place

I will try to explain this without naming names.

Last night, I watched a weekly news show on a major Catholic television network. The host of this show is quite the arrogant blowhard. He was discussing the efforts to bring about health care/health insurance reform. Being unabashedly supportive of one party, the host was decrying how foolhardy it is to try to bring about reform and that reform wasn't needed.

Then the host brought on a senior staff member of the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops. Now, the USCCB is no bastion of liberalism. This expert exposed the host for the blowhard that he is. It actually reached the point where the host was forced to choose between his partisan prejudices related to health care reform and the USCCB position on health care reform. The host chose the former. When the segment ended, the host had the famous "dear in the headlights" look.

Off To The Races

We recently had a friend visit us for several days. My wife and I had not seen this friend for many years. We were glad to open up our midwestern home to our east coast guest.

Although the visit was wonderful, we did have some culture clashes. Our guest lives close to Washington, D.C. and argued that most crime is committed by black people - no joke. My wife told me that our guest never use to feel that way. My guess is that our guest has become jaded by family members' perceptions (as well as those of Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity) of crime and its causes in the Washington, D.C. area.

However, I was pretty disturbed by the attitude of our guest. My hope is that our guest will have the opportunity to interact with many black people and come to the realization that we all strive for the same things: a good future for our children, a bit of security, food, employment, etc. The different challenges we face, not our skin pigmentation, play a role in how we view these goals and how best to achieve them.

LOCUSTS!

The other day, I happened to be driving on the eastern side of Wisconsin. While approaching the metropolis of Oshkosh, the sky darkened dramatically. However, there was not a cloud in the sky.

As I carefully glanced upward, I could see at least 20 large objects flying in the sky in what is best described as aerial chaos. Welcome to the world of the Experiemental Aircraft Association's annual AirVenture (http://www.airventure.org/about/index.html). Objects in the sky that I could see in one quick glance included helicopters, fighter jets, WWII bombers, flying parachutes, small planes and others. I am always amazed at how the air traffic controllers can contain this aerial chaos.

I wish all the EAA fly-in participants a safe event.

The Right Places At The Right Times

It has been an eventful few days for your humble blogger.

Last weekend, my wife and I, at the last moment, decided to visit my elderly mother that lives about two hours a way. My mother had not been feeling well and spent most of the day on Saturday resting in her bed. My wife or I would check on her every hour or so.

At about 3:00 pm on Saturday, we heard someone yell, "Hello". My wife and I thought someone was at the front door. We figured out it was my mother. I found her on the bathroom floor with blood on her head. She was very confused. After I was pretty sure that she did not break anything in the fall, I carried her to her bed and called 911. Paramedics arrived within a few minutes and determined that she would need to go to the emergency room (against her wishes).

The first instance of being at the right place at the right time: Had my wife and I not felt the need to sneak in a visit, my mother could have been on her bathroom floor for days.

At the same time that the paramedics arrived at the house, two men arrived to install high-speed internet at my mom's house. On the evening before, she agreed to give high-speed internet a try (after many years of urging from family members). So, we took advantage of the opening and scheduled installation the next day. Somehow, amidst all of the commotion, high-speed internet was installed.

The second instance of being in the right place at the right time: Having high-speed internet at the house makes it possible for me and my siblings to work from my mother's house. It allowed me to stay at her home for several extra days.

On Tuesday, my mother moved to a hospice residence. There is a possibility that she can return home if she continues to show improvement. When my mother moved into the hospice residence, there where three openings. On Thursday, there were no openings.

The third instance of being in the right place at the right time: Needing hospice care at a time when it was available. Had my mother's recovery required a couple more days of hospital care, the hospice option would not have been available.

My mother is not out of the woods in terms of her health. She is elderly. She has lung cancer. She has a major urinary tract infection. She has pneumonia. However, her health is improving.

Even if she passes away in the near future, she will have had the opportunity to spend her final days in peace and comfort. She is and will be at the right place at the right time.

A Missed Opportunity

Earlier today, I attended morning Mass at my parish. After Mass, I noticed that a former parish staff member, a member of a major womens religious community, was giving a tour of the church to two other Sisters from her community. I stopped to say hello to the Sister that I knew and to introduce myself to the other two Sisters. I learned that they had just been on one side of the state for a retreat and were returning to their motherhouse on the other side of the state. On the way back home, the former staff member wanted to show her community members the church where she had been involved in religious education.

I provided an update on what was going on at the parish. When asked about what was going on in my life, I mentioned that I continue to discern a vocation to the permanent diaconate in a diocese that has yet to embrace the ministry. To my astonishment, one of the other Sisters said, "I don't think you should have the opportunity to be ordained until there are deaconesses".

How does one respond to that? I was so stunned that I really could not think how to respond. However, the sense of being stunned has worn off. Now I lament the fact that I missed a wonderful teaching opportunity. Here are a few ways I could have, and maybe should have, responded:

• "Well, I believe that everyone should have the opportunity to discern and pursue God's call regardless of gender, age, etc. I would hope that you feel the same way and would encourage people to prayerfully respond to God's call".
• "That response shows an attitude that creates a challenge to active consideration of the ordination of women. The 'if I can't have it, then nobody should attitude' is selfish. All of us should do what we can to create environments that allow the gifts every single individual has to be fully utlized to help build the Church. If an individual is treated unfairly, that is no reason for them to want to deny others the opportunity to act on God's call. While my diocese does not have a formation program for permanent deacons, I rejoice with and pray for aspirants, candidates and deacons in other dioceses. At the same time, I pray that my time will come. You should do the same".
• "Obviously, you have not embraced what was presented in your recent retreat. If you had, you would not have made that statement".

Perhaps the most appropriate response would have been a gentle blending of all three of these possible replies.

I'll admit that I was shaken by the Sister's statement. What has helped is that I know several Sisters from the community that has had and continues to have a very positive influence on my family. Many of these Sisters are incredible leaders - in diocesan administration, in parishes, in schools, in colleges, in health care, in serving challenged communities, etc. Many of them would make wonderful deacons, priests and bishops. While I have never discussed the topic with any of them, my guess is that some of these Sisters are frustrated in not being able to pursue a call to serve as an ordained minister. Some of these same Sisters know of my very long and frustrating discernment to serve as a permanent deacon. I know that they are praying for me as I am praying for them - in gratitude for what they do and in hope that all Sisters in their community have the opportunity to serve as God calls them.

Why Males Are So Ys

Yes, that darn Y chromosome can take the credit. Here is a situation that clearly shows how the Y chromosome views the world.

Yesterday, I went to the video store to get my free monthy rental. I am working my way through the American Film Institute's top 100 films of all time. When I mention this to the female clerk, she immediately said that I need to make a change to the list by eliminating "Titanic" and adding "Ghandi" - her personal suggestion.. At about this time, the store manager, a male about my age, joined our discussion. Anyway, I mentioned that I had already seen both of the movies mentioned and agree that "Titanic" should not be on the list. I went on to say something like, "The only major thing that I remember about the movie 'Titanic' is.....". Before I could finish, the manager blurted out, "The propellor guy!!!". To which I replied, "Yes, that is amazing! I am not the only one!".

When I endured the movie at the theater with my wife (I had to endure the movie, not my wife), I tried to stay in touch with the plot between short naps. However, in one of my awake moments, there was the scene where the ship is sinking at about a 45 degree angle. A man falls of the stern. While he is falling, his head hits one of the exposed propellors and makes a loud "dung" sound - much like a church bell. I had a brief period of uncontrollable laughter. I was not alone. There were several other people - all males - laughing. Don't get me wrong. If I saw something like that happen in real life, I would be horrified. However, it was just amusing that such a moment would be included in a blockbuster movie. My wife thought I was nuts.

Anyway, several years later, it was nice to be reminded of the bond between the Y chromosomers.

Comings and Goings - Vatican Style

Let's start with the goings. Pope Benedict XVI has done a major leadership cleaning of the Vatican office that had been responsible for working on ending the schism related to the Society of St. Pius X and other traditionalist groups. The Pontifical Commission "Ecclesia Dei", formerly led by Cardinal Dario Castrillon Hoyos,will now be led by Cardinal William Levada, the current prefect of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith (Pope Benedict's position prior to becoming Pope). In fact, "Ecclesia Dei" as a Pontifical Commission will now be under the structural umbrella of the Congregation for the Doctrine of Faith. For a Catholic News Service article on this, go to: http://www.catholicnews.com/data/stories/cns/0903122.htm.

Only a few short hours ago, President Obame came to the Vatican to meet with the Pope.

Early reports indicate that Pope Benedict may have sharper diplomacy skills than the vast majority of his fellow bishops in the United States. For a Catholic News Service article on this meeting, go to: http://www.catholicnews.com/data/stories/cns/0903167.htm.

A Grand Finale

Even though I was getting very sick of the ongoing coverage of Michael Jackson, I did go out of my way to watch the gala tribute to him. While I did not come close to crying at any time while watching the tribute, I was truly moved by the event. Perhaps, like many people, I was expecting an "over-the-top" spectacle. It was touching to see so many different people remembering how Michael Jackson had an impact on their lives. The most touching recollections came from people that made little mention of Michael Jackson the entertainer, but focused on the friendship they had with him.

I hope Michael Jackson has now found the peace he never had the opportunity to achieve on earth.

The Race Is On

Michael Jackson or Elvis Presley? Both were (and are) entertainment icons rcognized by their first names. Both died very young. Drugs contributed to their early deaths.

I heard many people call in to talk radio programs. It seems like the race card has been played. Many black callers were claiming that there is a racist conspiracy when it comes to media coverage of Michael. They claimed that the coverage has been negative because the white-controlled media does not want to knock Elvis from the position of #1 all-time pop music icon. Some white caller emphasized that, while Elvis had his faults, he wasn't a child molester. I am sure many people are poised to make some money from this battle of the pop icons.

Stepping away from the race fray, here is an interesting tribute to Michael Jackson from Trinity Episcopal Church in New York City. The musician is amazing - listen for "Beat It" and "ABC". A tip of the cap to Deacon Greg Kandra for this video.

Sudden Losses Compounded

The phone rang this morning before 8:00 am. When the phone rings that early, it is usually not good news. The call this morning fit that pattern.

The call was from my wife's sister. She was calling to let us know that their brother's father-in-law died yesterday. At nearly 80 years old, Jerry took his own life.

Jerry's wife of over 50 years died suddenly in May of last year. He never recovered from the loss. In the past couple of days, I have read articles about ministering to widows and widowers. All articles mention a similar pattern. There is a period of deep pain that usually lasts about 6 months. One to three years after the loss, a deep sense of loneliness usually sets in. My guess is that Jerry was struggling with loneliness, even though he had regular contact with family (they lived in the same small town). The articles mentioned that widowers often have a more difficult time than widows - partly because there are fewer widowers that can support other widowers.

We saw Jerry a couple of weeks ago. Physically, he looked fine. However, family members expressed concerns about depression and even suggested seeking professional help. However, Jerry felt he could "ride it out".

Please keep Jerry and his family in your thoughts and prayers.

Positive Connectivity

A few days ago, I was part of a group of nearly 50 people that attended a Milwaukee Brewers baseball game in Milwaukee. Most of the people in this group had developmental disabilities. We had a wonderful time - even though the Brewers got trounced.

The following day, I was called into emergency duty to play the organ for a funeral at my church. About an hour before it began, I learned that the funeral was for a man that had developmental disabilities. I was pleased to see that the church was about half full. While I was up in the choir loft during the funeral, I experienced deja vu. While looking at the backs of people, I recognized several of the same people that attended the baseball game the day before. These people, all of whom had developmental disabilities, were at the funeral to pay their respects to a man that had been a friend, a roommate and a co-worker. I am glad that I had the opportunity to support these people during a very fun time and during a very challenging time.

We often forget that having a developmental disability does not keep one from really enjoying many of the fun things in life as well as struggling with the grief when friends pass away.

Turning Off The Fawcett

Given that we are in a news period that can be called "All Michael Jackson, All the Time", we seem to have forgotten that Farah Fawcett passed away after a very difficult battle with cancer.

One of the graces that God has given me, and many other males my age, was Farah Fawcett. I know what you are thinking - I must be a sexist pig. I admit to having a t-shirt that prominently featured the famous pin-up poster of Farah Fawcett (8 million copies of the poster were sold). At the time the poster came out, I might have been around 12 years old. While many males older than me might have ogled the poster, especially the lower half of the poster, I just thought Farah Fawcett was "Ivory soap" beautiful. She was the all-American girl. I must have had some fairly well-balanced friends. We all had some version of the poster and none of us were oglers. We saw the image as a work of art - something to be viewed and appreciated for its beauty. She was like a flower in full bloom.

I suppose that I need to get use to losses like this - the deaths of many people, especially entertainers, that I remember from my youth. In a strange way, it is a blessing to have been given some type of connection to a person that causes a sense of loss decades after the original connection came about.

I Ran So Far Away

We should have seen the situation in Iran coming. However, it has become habit for those of us in the West to think that everyone in or near the Middle East is an extremist crackpot. The videos and photos we are seeing are reminders that the vast majority of people in Iran are, in many ways, just like us in the West. They want a level of freedom that makes it possible for them and their families to live decent lives. After many years of being pressed into corners by the leaders of their country (most of whom are extremist crackpots), the people of Iran are sensing an opportunity to escape from the corners into which they have become trapped. As we see what is happening in Iran, we all seem to struggle with the fact that the people in Iran will not be successful in their quest for freedom without outside assistance. What can be done to provide assistance that will not make if worse for the people of Iran?

Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall, I've Become My Father, After All

As my dearly departed father grew older, it became increasingly difficult for members of our family to figure out what to get for him as gifts. He wasn't picky. He just never presented any clues for things he wanted or needed. Christmas, his birthday and Father's Day always presented struggles. It was to the point where we were almost upset with him.

Here I am - on the cusp of middle age (today's 50 is yesterday's 40). While I have no children, I have a beloved wife and a beloved dog. My wife informed me that the dog had a difficult time figuring out what to get me for Father's Day. It isn't that I don't like and am not grateful anything I receive as a gift. Like my father, I seem to pretty much have everything I want.

So, it seems like I may am becoming my father. I won't complain, since he was a pretty good guy.

Capitol Punishment

No, not capital punishment. Yesterday, I heard a breaking news report on the radio. A body was discovered, in the middle of the day, on a bench in front of our state Capitol building. I was disturbed that the reporter continued with the report that, while not specifically stating it in this manner, gave the inmpression that the body was - fortunately - that of a homeless man that has had a history of contact with local laws enforcement agencies. So, because the man was homeless and may have had a criminal record, he doesn't count. The story was not even mentioned in the newspaper of the capitol city!

While I am upset about this, I shouldn't be surprised. As a society, we did not recognize the inherent dignity of the homeless man while he was alive. Why should I be surprised that we failed to recognize his inherenty dignity after he has died?

Unbearably Creepy

Earlier today, my job took me on a journey in central Wisconsin. I had the opportunity to drive through Plainfield, the small community nobody had heard of until its most (in)famous citizen made the news. Decades ago, Ed Gein killed people, dug up corpses, made furniture our of body parts, etc. Norman Bates of "Psycho" fame was based on Ed Gein. Even though the "Gein era" was decades ago, I still experienced an eerie feeling while driving through Plainfield.

While I was driving out of town, I thought that it was unfair that the small community was known for being the home of one of the nation's most bizarre murderers (Wisconsin can also claim gruesome murderer Jeffrey Dahmer). I don't know what this might signify, but as I was thinking this, a black bear came running out of the woods and was heading in my direction. I had to brake fairly hard and come to a stop. The bear crossed the highway about 15 feet in front of me and paid me no attention - he just kept running into the woods on the other side of the highway.

A Double Whammy

I just heard that two people were shot at the Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C. and that the gunman apparently has ties to hate groups.

This news comes on the cusp of a disturbing event I recently experienced. Every morning, my beloved dog and I walk in part of a city park that few people know about (and we want to keep it that way). There is a stormwater creek running the lenght of the park. On each end of the park, there are wooden pedestrian bridges that make it possible to cross the creek. Several months ago, I noticed some graffiti on one of the bridges. The graffiti consisted of what could be gang symbols - I am old enough to have no clue about such symbols. I just figured that someone was bored and made their way to that part of the park to find a graffiti "canvas". Since, few people use that part of the park, I didn't bother reporting it.

On Monday morning, I noticed some additional graffiti on the bridge. The additions included three swastikas. Even though my guess is that the "artists" were high schoolers and not members of hate groups, seeing swastikas outside of an historical documentary or book is pretty disturbing. I did inform a friend of mine that happens to be the director of our city's park system. He called the police to investigate and then had a staff member paint over the graffiti.

The "artists" are, at a minimum, ingorant or, at a maximum, bigoted. Let's hope that they are merely passing through a phase that will end soon - for their sakes and for ours.

Give 'Em a Brake

On my my drive home (about a 15 mile drive) from work yesterday, traffic came to a stop on the highway about 3 miles from my home. I could sense that many people stuck in this "parking lot" were very frustrated. Given that I knew there was no construction in the area, I also sensed that something terrible may have caused the backup.

I was able to get off an a different exit and make my way home just a few minutes later than usual. I told my wife that I thought something terrible happened. I turned on the radio to see if I could find out what happened. The highway I was on has three lanes going north. A team of county workers was doing routine cleaning in the left lane. There was a "street-sweeping" truck in front of a "warning" truck. The "warning" truck has a very bright sign on it with a blinking arrow directing drivers to merge into the two right lanes. Unfortunately, a man in a pick-up truck driving in the left lane was not paying attention and slammed into the back of the "warning" truck with such force that the "warning" truck slammed forward into the "street-sweeping" truck. The driver of the "warning" truck was killed instantly. The driver of the pick-up is has numerous charges against him. He was not drunk. He just wasn't paying attention.

I am one that may push the speed limit a bit (but really, not too much) EXCEPT whenever there is construction, utility, lawenforcement activity near the road. Then I always drive at a speed that is a bit lower than the posted speed (including special speed zones related to construction).

I feel badly for the victim and the driver of the pick-up truck that now has to spend the rest of his life dealing with the fact that his lack of attention resulted in the death of another human being.

Staying Cool

Here it is, early June. When I took my beloved dog out for a walk early this morning, there was a crispness in the air. I could see my breath. I kept my eye open for signs of frost. There was none. However, when I rubbed a piece of prairie grass, my fingers became full of......ice! Yes, conditions were not foggy enough for frost, but they were cold and humid enough for ice. Ugh!

How Strong Is A Seamless Garment?

Abortionist George Tiller was shot dead this morning while attending church. A suspect is in custody.

Dr. Tiller has been an outspoken proponent of legalized abortion and operated a very active abortion clinic. He was a financial contributor to the campaigns of pro-choice politicians. He was in the top 3 of the pro-life movement's list of public enemies.

I am sure that many, but not all, in the pro-life movement rejoiced at the news of Dr. Tiller's murder. After all, they can argue that his murder will result in thousands of babies not being aborted.

This has the potential to develop into an interesting siutation. What if Dr. Tiller's assailant is convicted and sentenced to death? How will those that are now rejoicing about the murder of Dr. Tiller react?

Always The Bridesmaid

Professor Miguel Diaz got the job that was meant for me!

http://cnsblog.wordpress.com/2009/05/27/new-ambassador-pick-is-theology-professor/

Losing a Friend

Perceptive readers of this blog know that I have a dog named Archie. Archie's first canine friend was Scruff, the pet of my wife's brother and his family. Scruff was a springer spaniel. While the family loved him, Scruff spent most summers at his human grandmother's home about 30 minutes away. Grandma Rosie spoiled the dog - the dog enjoyed eggs and bacon for breakfast, got kiddie meals at McDonald's and celebrated birthdays.

For the past few months, Scruff was showing signs that he was 15 years old. He was often confused. Scruff visited us a few weeks ago. He was very confused and wandered the house at 3:00 am. When my relatives left, we knew it was likely the last time we sould see Scruff.

Over the Memorial Day weekend, Scruff and his family visited the family cabin in the northwoods. Late in the afternoon, Scruff did not come back from his walk around the property. My relatives spent a couple of hours looking for him. They got in a canoe and went down the river a little ways. The found Scruff on a large rock on the side of a river. It appeared that Scruff had a stroke and just died on the spot without a struggle.

Those of you that have had pets know the sense of loss one feels at times like these. It is comforting to know that Scruff had a good life and died doing what he liked to do.

Strategery

The dust seems to be settling after President Obama's visit to Notre Dame. Cardinal Francis George, President of the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops, has offered praise to the President for mentioning conscience clause protections.

Here is what all of this comes down to: politics. Based on comments he made related to conscience clause protections (health care providers cannot be forced to do things that violate their consciences - perform abortions, distribute condoms/birth control, etc.), President Obama is forcing the GOP into a tough position. It appears that he is initiating dialogue by offering concessions. Should GOP leaders fail to respond, the party will be seen as far too rigid by many members. Should the GOP enter a dialogue and consider possible concessions, the far right extreme members of the party may leave. Either way, the GOP will lose some supporters. While those supporters certainly won't go the the Democratic Party, any loss of GOP members will only help the Democrats maintain control of the White House and the Capitol.

Let's see what happens.

Bird Hunting

Bird hunting season has started.

While walking the dog this morning, I spotted a small flying creature that I have not seen for several months. These creatures are making their way into our area and will soon be everywhere. They will be easy to spot and to hear.

This morning, I killed two of them. I saw them flying. They were getting very close. They landed.....on my arm. There are now two fewer mosquitoes in the world.

Pain, Pain, Go Away

While lying in bed this morning facing one direction, I turned my head in the opporite direction to see if our dog was in the room. SNAP! Something went "out of whack" in the area between my shoulder blades.

This has happened before. There is usually a brief period of intense pain and then things work theie way back. I followed the usual routine and went to work. I had to drive about 80 miles to a meeting. I noticed that, whenever I had to shift into 5th gear, I had extreme pain in my back - so bad that I would gasp.

While driving back, the pain was still pretty bad - maybe a 7 or 8 on a scale of 1 to 10. So, I called the chiropractor and drove straight to his office. He knew what the problem was right away - one of my back ribs twisted out of position and was having a difficult time working its way back into proper position. The pain I was experiencing was similar to the pain one might feel as a result of a broken rib - sharp pain when breathing, moving the arms, twisting the torso. The chiropractor gave me an adjustment that brought instant relief - for about 10 minutes. The pain returned.

So, here I sit. I feel a bit of pain when I type each letter. Still, I could be much worse. I know my pain will go away. My wife just heard from a friend whose brother-in-law just killed himself. My wife's friend has a son with severe depression - he has attempted suicide. The family has a history of suicide. The pain that my wife's friend has over the loss of her brother-in-law and the fear of the mental stability of son will not go away.

It is all a matter of perspective.

The Prodigal Son

Mehmet Ali Agca attempted to kill the Pope in 1981. Nearly 30 years later, he is asking to be baptized by the Pope.

There is a possibility that Agca may be released from prison in January of 2010. Through his attorney, Agca has expressed a desire to be baptized a Roman Catholic and that he hoped the Pope might baptize him in St. Peter's Basilica.

Many pundits have expressed that this may be a publicity stunt devised by Agca and/or his attorney as the date for his potential release draws near. That may very well be the case. However, if Agca is willing to go through the Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults (RCIA), he should have the opportunity to become a Roman Catholic.

If he were to be baptized by the Pope, it would certainly send an incredible message about forgiveness and help us recognize that no individual is ever forsaken by God. God reclaimed St. Paul. Why couldn't the same thing happen with Agca?

To see a Los Angeles Times story about Agca's desire to convert, go to: http://abcnews.go.com/International/wireStory?id=7573306. Note: Read the story somewhat carefully. Does it seem to give the impression that one must have to have a questionable mental state in order to want to convert to Christianity?