29 January 2009

Rife with irony

I'm probably a day late and a dollar short with this since you may have already seen this video/commercial created by Catholic Vote. I hear it was even on Rush Limbaugh.

Am having some problems with either my browser or blogger dealing with this video, so if it doesn't work by clicking on the video below, please visit the Catholic Vote site and watch it from there. Or go here for the YouTube link.

NOTE: I removed the embedded YouTube link because the problem was with my computer. You can still view the video at Catholic Vote or the offsite YouTube link above. My new computer is a Quad Core (64 bit) and this video wasn't compatible with my processor. What a bummer. However, I did see it on EWTN last night.

And, Catholic Vote tried to have this video shown during the Superbowl, but the NFL declined to air it because they didn't want to be involved in partisan issues. They can show smut, but not this.

Prayers please

UPDATE: My FIL is home. No damage was found to his heart but a they did find a narrowing by his aortic "Y" just beyond one the stents he has that needs to be addressed. First they will try to treat it with medication. And, there is a spot of calcification they will also treat with medication. A few blockages were found in his legs, at the sites where they had previously entered to run the stents up into his heart.

After four days of horrendous ringing in my ears and getting no sleep, I went to the doctor. I hoped that my cold had caused some inflammation in my ears that caused my tinnitus to amp up so dramatically, since I knew my Eustachian tubes had been infected. Also, I was so jittery and anxious from not having slept for so long that, as much as I hate taking drugs, I was going to ask the doctor to give me some sleeping pills. And, I wanted some anti-anxiety medication in case things got to that point.

Doctor gave me Flonase, a nasal steroid to hopefully clear any inflammation, Lunesta to sleep, and Paxil for anxiety. As soon as I took the Flonase, I could tell the ringing had lessened somewhat. It was that fast. As soon as the Flonase hit, I was able to sleep. I did wake up a little later to take the Lunesta, which totally freaked me out just because I don't like things to take over my body or senses (I would make a very poor drug addict). Honestly, I couldn't tell what the Lunesta did for me, but I did sleep fairly well, just not any differently than usual. Didn't take the Paxil and have no plans to now. My ears have mercifully toned down to slightly more than they had been and at a level where I can function. It's funny that I'm so thankful my ears are only ringing half as loud :)

Thank you St. Jude, St. Catherine of Sienna, St. Therese

Thank you, everyone, for all of your prayers. Thank you very, very much!!


Please pray for my father-in-law who just suffered a minor heart attack. He has had several heart attacks, surgeries, stents, a stroke that left him partially paralyzed, etc., in the past few years. He was just in for a check-up a little over a week ago and they found a slight blockage in one artery. Doctor told him it wasn't a concern at this point, didn't put any restrictions on his activity, just increased his dose of nitroglycerin. Then this happened. Fortunately, early tests have shown no permanent damage to his heart. He was moved to a larger hospital last night for more tests. Please also remember my mother-in-law in your prayers since she is pretty traumatized by these events.

And, could you please pray for a relief to my tinnitus. Just when I got over my cold and got two good nights of sleep, then my ears started ringing much louder than they normally do, making it impossible to sleep since it sounded like I was inside a jet engine.

Thank you, I appreciate your prayers very much. As the Carmelites say, may God reward you.

28 January 2009

Lounging in the pink pokey

Ok, I found this e-mail that I received pretty interesting. I don't know if it's true, so take that as a big ol' caveat, but the idea alone is amusing.

I used to be a supporter of the death penalty and also thought that if prisons were more like dungeons (dank, dark and no cable TV) then criminals would be less likely to treat prison time like a day at the spa. Today, I have a problem with the death penalty because I don't like the government to be in the business of killing its own people, but certainly can see how others support it. I also don't think a dungeon is necessarily humane treatment, but question why there are so many perks for inmates that I don't even have in my own home because I can't afford them.

Some days it's almost worth committing a crime just to be locked up and have the ability to watch the Oxygen network.

But, back on the topic of prisons, I had a good friend in college who was from France. One day she was going on about how awful the British prisons were a few short hundred years ago (think Tower of London). And, I said, "At least they weren't French prisons (think Les Mis)." To this day, the glare I got still gives me chills.

Below is what I received about one man's efforts in the AZ prison system.
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You all remember Sheriff Joe Arpaio of Arizona, who painted the jail cells pink and made the inmates wear pink prison garb. Well...SHERIFF JOE IS AT IT AGAIN!

Maricopa County was spending approx. $18 million dollars a year on stray animals, like cats and dogs. Sheriff Joe offered to take the department over, and the County Supervisors said okay.

The animal shelters are now all staffed and operated by prisoners. They feed and care for the strays. Every animal in his care is taken out and walked twice daily. He now has prisoners who are experts in animal nutrition and behavior. They give great classes for anyone who'd like to adopt an animal. He has literally taken stray dogs off the street, given them to the care of prisoners, and had them place in dog shows.

The best part? His budget for the entire department is now under $3 million. Teresa and I adopted a Weimaraner from a Maricopa County shelter two years ago. He was neutered, and current on all shots, in great health, and even had a microchip inserted the day we got him. Cost us $78. The prisoners get the benefit of about $0.28 an hour for working, but most would work for free, just to be out of their cells for the day. Most of his budget is for utilities, building maintenance, etc. He pays the prisoners out of the fees collected for adopted animals.

I have long wondered when the rest of the country would take a look at the way he runs the jail system, and copy some of his ideas. He has a huge farm, donated to the county years ago, where inmates can work, and they grow most of their own fresh vegetables and food, doing all the work and harvesting by hand. He has a pretty good sized hog farm, which provides meat, and fertilizer. It fertilizes the Christmas tree nursery, where prisoners work, and you can buy a living Christmas tree for $6-$8 for the Holidays, and plant it later. We have six trees in our yard from the Prison.

Yup, he was re-elected last year with 83% of the vote. Now he's in trouble with the ACLU again. He painted all his buses and vehicles with a mural, that has a special hotline phone number painted on it, where you can call and report suspected illegal aliens. Immigrations and Customs Enforcement wasn't doing enough in his eyes, so he had 40 deputies trained specifically for enforcing immigration laws, started up his hotline, and bought 4 new buses just for hauling folks back to the border. He's kind of a 'Git-R Dun' kind of Sheriff.

TO THOSE OF YOU NOT FAMILIAR WITH JOE ARPAIO, HE IS THE MARICOPA, ARIZONA COUNTY SHERIFF AND HE KEEPS GETTING ELECTED OVER AND OVER!.

THIS IS ONE OF THE REASONS WHY:

He created the 'Tent City Jail'.

He has jail meals down to .40 cents a serving and charges the inmates for them.

He stopped smoking and porno magazines in the jails. Took away their weights and cut off all but 'G' movies.

He started chain gangs so the inmates could do free work on county and city projects.

Then he started chain gangs for women so he wouldn't get sued for discrimination.

He took away cable TV until he found out there was a Federal Court order that required cable TV for jails, so he hooked up the cable TV again only letting in the Disney and Weather Channel.

When asked why the weather channel? He replied, "So they will know how hot it's gonna be while they are working on the Chain Gang".

He cut off coffee since it has zero nutritional value.

When the inmates complained, he told them, "this isn't the Ritz Carlton...if you don't like it, Don't Come Back."

He bought Newt Gingrich's lecture series on videotape; that he pipes into the jails for the inmates to enjoy! Not!

When asked by a reporter if he had any lecture series by a Democrat, he replied "a democratic lecture series might explain why a lot of the inmates are in his jail in the first place."

With temperatures being even hotter than usual in Phoenix (116 Degrees), the Associated Press reports: About 2,000 inmates living in a barbed-wire-surrounded tent encampment at the Maricopa County Jail have been given permission to strip down to their government-issued pink boxer shorts.

On Wednesday, hundreds of men wearing boxers were either curled up on their bunk beds or chatting in the tents; which reached 138 degrees inside the week before...many were also swathed in wet, pink towels as sweat collected on their chests and dripped down to their PINK SOCKS.

'It feels like we are in a furnace,' said James Zanzot, an inmate who has lived in the TENTS for 1 year. 'It's Inhumane.' he stated.

Joe Arpaio, the tough-guy sheriff who created the tent city and long ago started making his prisoners wear pink, and eat bologna sandwiches, is not one bit sympathetic. He said Wednesday that he told all of the inmates: "It's 120 degrees in Iraq and our soldiers are living in tents too, and they have to wear full battle gear.

But they didn't commit any crimes, so Shut Your Mouths!"

Way To Go, Sheriff! Maybe if all prisons were like this one there would be
a lot less crime and or repeat offenders. Criminals should be punished for their crimes - not live in luxury until it's time for their parole, only to go out and commit another crime so they can come back to live on taxpayers money and enjoy things some taxpayers can't afford to have for themselves.

Warm sunshine on a cold day



Angela, the kind soul who picks Saints of the Year for people, has given me this award. She's very kind considering the amount I've been blogging has dropped off dramatically! Thank you, Angela!

“These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”

I'm going to pare down that amount a bit and "pick two."

[drum roll]

Mairin at Child of Mary

Chris at Chris and Company

25 January 2009

Excuse me while I...

spew, but maybe "ralf" is more ladylike.

I was born after Kennedy was assassinated, long after the whole civil rights movement was at full-boil. I missed the Beatles on Ed Sullivan, but did manage to see "man" land on the moon. Back then, it seemed the world was going crazy with sex, drugs and rock & roll. But what is it that we have collectively ingested recently that has gotten us well beyond that hedonistic stage?

According to hubby's aunt, any nay-saying I may do about HRH Barack Obama is racist. Honestly, she used that word. So far, my Webster's dictionary does not have the word "racist" anywhere in the definition of "disagree."

Let's look:
Disagree: 1. To fail to agree. 2. To have a different opinion. 3. To argue or quarrel. 4. To cause adverse effects.

It's not Barack Obama's race I don't like, it's his views on life that I have a "disagreement" with. He could be white, like Hillary, and I'd still disagree with him. He is my president and I will support him, up to the point of where I disagree with him on the fundamental right to life.

I come from a long line of military folks, I get the whole idea of "God and country." I get that God comes first in that equation.

Now if Alan Keyes had won the Republican nomination, I would've voted for him in a heart-beat. Even if Hillary, a white woman, was his Democratic opponent. Especially if Hillary had been the Democratic opponent. When will these people see that it isn't their skin color or race or sex or shoe size that I disagree with, it's their politics?

My MIL was still giddy about the inauguration when hubby talked to her late in the week. But, it was all just emotion. She couldn't say what HRH BO was going to do for her, what he would do for the country, what she expected he would do, what she hoped he would do. Bottom line: he wasn't Bush. No rationale, no game plan, no objectives about HRH BO, just glee that "change" had come to America. She did manage to state that change should NOT include increasing taxes, expanding entitlements, more bail outs, or wasting money in foreign countries because we sure need to focus on our problems here at home.

First, I question why she votes Democratic when she disagrees with all the policies of this party except abortion. It wasn't so funny when I told her that one of the first things HRH BO did wasn't to sign legislation that would help the unemployed or those losing their homes or the middle class, it was to use our tax dollars to fund over-seas abortions.

Like you didn't see that coming.

Our country is busy clamoring for change, for a leader -- almost for a king. I hope we remember to read the play book on that one to see how that all turned out previously. Some are calling for an amendment to the Constitution to allow HRH BO to serve more than two terms. Aside from the fact that the man has only been in office a few days and the fact that he hasn't put a chicken in anyone's pot yet, be careful what you wish for.

21 January 2009

Silent retreat


I've been planning to attend one of the Miles Christi silent retreats for a long, long time. Now that I'm not nursing or pregnant, it seems like a perfect time. There is a retreat coming up in late March that I hope to attend and asked the coordinator to send me more specifics, like the cost.

I'm in shock. I knew the cost of the weekend was around $200, but getting the information with the costs on it really took my breath away. The cost was actually $230.

Since I've become a stay-at-home mom I've tried to live very frugally. I clip coupons, I go to garage sales, I turn off lights. Recently, I was starting to plan what books and other items I would use next year for homeschooling and was agonizing over spending $170 for the bulk of the year. That's just an early estimate and it will likely go up, but right now $230 is a chunk of change considering all the other things I could do with the money.

I understand that the retreat center needs to make money, I know the Miles Christi priests need to be paid, but even when I could've afforded $200, I still would've thought it pricey. I'm currently using paleolithic dial-up because DSL would cost twice as much as I'm paying. We got two converter boxes because we have old TVs and don't have cable.

I know the benefits of the retreat to my spiritual life will be worth it...I just have to decide which organ I plan to sell to get the money to attend.

19 January 2009

Six of one

...half a dozen of the other. I can't keep up and I can't keep score.

Below is a collection of some articles I received that make you smile and others that leave you scratching your head.

Parish’s Big Victories

December 21, 2008-January 3, 2009 Issue

When pro-life messages and actions are consistent and regular, pro-life fruits are sweet and abundant. The 4 1/2-year-old parish of St. Helena of the True Cross of Jesus Catholic Church in Corpus Christi, Texas, is seeing several ripen.

Every Tuesday, in numbers too big to ignore, parishioners plant themselves in front of the city’s one remaining abortion business. They pray the Rosary and offer counseling. Led by their pastor, Father James Farfaglia, they’ve been at it for nearly two years.

Thanks to the work of Bishop Emeritus Rene Gracida, along with a very active chapter of Operation Rescue, three of the city’s four abortion businesses had closed by the time the St. Helena group got a full head of steam. Only one remained. On Jan. 22, 2007, after Father Farfaglia finished the Rosary during the annual diocesan Roe v. Wade protest at this lone business, he asked parishioner and longtime pro-life worker Ray Reeves: What next?

* Full story can be found here and more here.
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Planned Parenthood Staffer Resigns

Saturday, December 20, 2008

INDIANAPOLIS — A Planned Parenthood of Indiana counselor has resigned after an undercover video showed her telling a woman posing as a 13-year-old that she didn't care about the age of the man who impregnated her, the group said Friday.
Two videos shot at the organization's clinics by an anti-abortion group appear to show workers unconcerned about state law requiring anyone learning of sexual acts between an adult and a child under 14 to report them to police or child welfare authorities. A nursing aide seen in the other video was previously fired.

Planned Parenthood said Friday it has enlisted an outside group to help retrain its workers on the legal requirements for reporting abuse.

Planned Parenthood of Indiana's president and CEO, Betty Cockrum, also called on the anti-abortion group Live Action to give it copies of all the undercover video it shot at clinics in Bloomington and Indianapolis that showed a young patient claiming she had been impregnated by an older man.

"It's right for us to see what our staff said and did," Cockrum said.

The steps were announced a day after the Marion County Prosecutor's Office in Indianapolis said it would have a grand jury investigate whether any laws were broken at the Planned Parenthood clinic in Indianapolis.\

"We took swift action. Both employees were immediately suspended," Cockrum said in a telephone interview Friday. "Both are no longer working for us."

Video released by Live Action on Tuesday shows a counselor at the Indianapolis clinic and 20-year-old UCLA student Lila Rose, who was posing as a 13-year-old and says the man who impregnated her was 31.

"I don't care how old he is," the counselor says in the video.

The Indianapolis counselor, who has not been identified, resigned in the middle of the organization's investigation, Planned Parenthood spokeswoman Kate Shepherd said.

The nursing aide fired earlier from the Bloomington clinic made a similar claim in the other video. Both videos were shot in June.

Rose said Friday the group was sending both unedited videos from Indiana to authorities, even though they had not yet been contacted. She also has said her group intends to post the unedited video online.

"Self-regulation has not worked for Planned Parenthood as they have routinely evaded the very Indiana laws that protect children from sexual abuse," Rose said in a prepared statement. She said Indiana authorities should investigate and hold Planned Parenthood accountable for its "criminal activity."

Cockrum denied the two cases indicated Planned Parenthood has a culture of failing to report sexual activity by underage children, as some opponents have alleged. She said her organization conducts audits to turn up abuse cases that haven't been reported.

Planned Parenthood reported 123 cases of suspected child abuse to Indiana authorities in 2007, Shepherd said.

"I'm very serious when I say it's an imperative here. We take this reporting requirement very seriously," Cockrum said.

Planned Parenthood has enlisted Prevent Child Abuse Indiana to help it retrain staff. Sandy Runkle, programs director for the anti-abuse group, said members met with Planned Parenthood on Thursday.

Runkle said it was too early to say what form the retraining would take and who would provide it.

Planned Parenthood employs a staff of more than 200 at its 35 health clinics across Indiana.

Video http://liveactionfilms.org/
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Planned Parenthood makes staff cuts
Funding declines partly attributed to Madoff.

Hit with declines in funding from the economic crisis and the Madoff scandal, the Planned Parenthood Federation of America is laying off around 20% of its staff.
Roughly 30 people were let go earlier this week, according to a source who works for the nonprofit. Executives at Planned Parenthood confirmed the layoffs, but declined to give more details.

“As with many other nonprofit organizations, Planned Parenthood has had to make staff reductions at our headquarters due to the challenging economic times facing our country,” said Maryana Iskander, chief operating officer at the agency. “While taking this action is never easy, we want to ensure the millions of women and men who rely on Planned Parenthood as a health care provider that the reductions will not impact our ability to deliver care to those in need.”

Part of Planned Parenthood’s funding declines stem from the closing of the Florida-based Picower Foundation, which shut down in December because its assets were managed by Bernard Madoff. The $1 billion foundation was one of the few major funders of reproductive rights issues.

Story can be found here.
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Planned Parenthood Letter

From: Planned Parenthood MN/ND/SD Action Fund
Subject: The verse is the story. The verse is the message.

"Politicians never hear the verse; they only hear the chorus."

My friend, songwriter Gretchen Peters, took solace in those words the night her song, "Independence Day," was used to introduce Gov. Sarah Palin to the RNC. She had just finished a performance in Ft. Worth, TX, and her song -- about a woman in a desperate situation -- had been used by a politician who didn't know what it was about, and who doesn't relate to women like Gretchen and me.

She put it best herself: "But the verse is the story. The verse is the message."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4D-p-DbsTp8

Gretchen decided to do something remarkable: she donated the proceeds she received from "Independence Day" -- from the moment Gov. Palin took the stage that day until Election Day -- to Planned Parenthood. Supporters like Gretchen -- and like you --are the reason we have a strong, vibrant organization that helps people throughout the world. I can't ever thank you enough.
http://gretchenpeters.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=478&Itemid=46

As always, sincerely,

Cecile Richards, President
Planned Parenthood Federation of America

Gretchen Peters has written and performed for audiences around the world. Last month, she played her hit song "Independence Day" just for Planned Parenthood. Watch the video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4D-p-DbsTp8
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Independence Day by Gretchen Peters

Well she seemed all right by dawn's early light
Though she looked a little worried and weak
She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again
But daddy left the proof on her cheek
and I was only eight years old that summer
And I always seemed to be in the way
So I took myself down to the fair in town
On Independence Day

Well word gets a round in a small, small town
They said he was a dangerous man
Mama was proud and she stood her ground
But she knew she was on the losin' end
Some folks whispered and some folks talked
But everybody looked the other way
And when time ran out there was no one about
On Independence Day

CHORUS:
Let Freedom ring
Let the white dove sing
Let the whole world know that today
Is a Day of reckoning
Let the weak be strong
Let the right be wrong
Roll the stone away
Let the guilty pay
It's Independence Day

Well she lit up the sky that fourth of July
By the time that the firemen come
They just put out the flames
and took down some names
And send me to the county home
Now I ain't sayin' it's right or it's wrong
But maybe it's the only way
Talk about your revolution
It's Independence Day

CHORUS

Roll the stone away
It's Independence Day
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Remember Catholics for Kerry?
By Donald R. McClarey

Hattip to Jay Anderson at Pro Ecclesia and The Catholic Report. Eric McFadden was the founder of Catholics for Kerry, a group which proudly proclaimed that Catholics should support John Kerry notwithstanding his support for abortion.

After the election McFadden went on to bigger and better things when he was appointed by Ted Strickland, pro-abort Democrat governor of Ohio, in February 2007 to head the Ohio Office of Faith Based Initiatives.

McFadden resigned from that position in October of 2007.

McFadden also served as head of Catholic outreach for the Clinton campaign in 2008. And here we have him making the first comment in this thread, carrying water for pro-abort Obama.

Then we have McFadden writing a public letter attacking Supreme Knight Carl Anderson of the Knights of Columbus for reminding Catholics that Obama and Biden hold views on abortion diametrically opposed to the Catholic Church.

Yesterday he was arrested and charged with running a prostitution ring for 6 years in Columbus, Ohio.

You know, try as I might I am having a hard time being shocked by this story. After continually attempting to rally support for pro-aborts running for the highest office in the land, and doing so under the banner of a Church that views abortion as an abomination, being involved in prostitution during the same time period doesn’t seem like that big of a step to me.

Check out this link for more on the story.

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H/T to Jean, Carley and Ray for all the stories

18 January 2009

Being a friend

There was a call on the answering machine the other day that tugged at my heart. It was from one of the Carmelite brothers telling us he missed our visits and friendship. We haven't visited him and the other brothers in quite some time. It could be a year or more.

While my father knew many priests and I grew up having dinner with his very good priest friend every Saturday night, you'd think I'd feel a little more comfortable around priests and religious. I don't. Other than baptisms and things like that, I don't seek out friendships with them, even just to say "hello" and be social.

Maybe it has something to do with the words of Our Lady, telling us to respect priests because they are hers. We are not to criticize them, we are to pray for them and entrust them to her. Hard to do sometimes.

Our family has a long history with the Carmelites in the area. Ever since I was a child, we attended midnight Mass in their cold and very austere chapel. My father was friends with Father John Mary long before Father became a priest. They remained friends until my father's passing, with Father John performing Last Rites for him. My father also was friends with the Jesuit priest, Father Stokel, who said Mass for the Carmelite sisters long before Father John established his cloister for the hermit brothers there and took over the duties of saying Mass for the sisters.

At my mother's funeral Mass, five priests concelebrated. All long-time (even childhood) friends of the family, except Monsignor Lavin from St. Thomas, who attended because I was a student there at the time.

This is just too much for my sensibilities. I can't explain why exactly, but when our parish priest came to bless our home many years ago and stayed for dinner, I remember being on pins and needles until he left. It was one thing to set up an appointment and speak to him in the rectory, but to have him in my home was a cause of anxiety. Even when he came to visit my father on several occasions when my father was dying, I stumbled all over my words every time he was here.

I became friends with one of the Carnelite brothers during the time my father was dying. This brother called every day to see how I was and to find out how my father was doing. After my father passed away, we began taking food out to the brothers. At first we were allowed access to most of the cloister. Then when we brought food, we were allowed into the entry way, eventually we were told to leave it on the step.

To me, this is what I expected of a cloister with hermit brothers. Running all over the cloister just didn't seem right. I completely respected their desire to live their vocation and to be removed from the world.

Then we had kids and the number of our visits dropped dramatically. I began writing this brother to stay in touch and to also allow him the solitude to live the contemplative life of his vocation. Eventually, I began to feel this was an intrusion too and stopped writing.

This Christmas, I sent a Christmas card as I usually do, but was surprised to get a call from the brother relating how he missed having contact with our family. I had never asked HIM how he felt, I had just unilaterally stopped writing.

Another friend and I have been out of contact for a few years now. This person is very difficult to get along with, although it would be interesting to hear her description of me! The last phone conversation we had, and in the last correspondence I received, she said she would call me. That was over a year ago. So, I sent a Christmas card with an update on all the things that have been happening lately. Surprisingly, I received a very warm Christmas card back with numerous Masses. Again, she said she would call.

I'm beginning to see I might need to call her.

Similarly, husband's aunt and I used to be very close. We talked all the time. In the past few years, however, she's kind of retreated, primarily because her husband is dying. I grew tired to calling her repeatedly, having the conversation cut short and her telling me she would call me back, but never keeping her word. I gave up trying.

But, I know how it is to be coping with having a loved one suffer from a serious illness. I remember how I felt let down by friends and family who didn't call or visit.

So, I think it's time to re-evaluate what kind of friend I have been to these people and to others. I think I can manage to write a letter or pick up the phone. Sometimes, a simple act of kindness goes a long way.

17 January 2009

Jumping to conclusions

The MN Catholic Homeschool Conference isn't going to be at St. Thomas this year.

It's going to be at arguably the most liberal college in the state...Macalester.

When I found out about the change in venue, my first thoughts were that St. Thomas was making it hard for the homeschool conference to be held there...kind of like they did to make the Chesterton conference hit the road for Seattle (granted that was over an issue of smoking cigars).

What would happen to the Mass that was always offered? How could a Catholic, albeit CINO, university be so unaccommodating that the Catholic Homeschool Conference packed its bags and inexplicably headed for Macalester.

Well, maybe I need to cut St. Thomas some slack, although the university has been unfailing in giving me reasons to bash my alma mater. Turns out there is a big construction project at St. Thomas that requires the conference to relocate this year. Mass will still be held. All is well.

See you at the conference!

16 January 2009

Unseen hand

It's been a rough few weeks with my cold. Haven't been sleeping very well at all. So, I was not happy when the smoke alarm went off in our room at 2am.

It was cold (-20 F). It was the middle of the night. There was no fire.

Needless to say, I was busy cursing the detector as hubby ripped it off the wall and disconnected it. I felt the fates were against me ever getting a good night's sleep ever again.

Hubby wanted to give the house a good going over, curious about why a hard-wired detector would go off the in the calm and dark of night.

A quick check of the house discovered that the furnace was off. Holy moly, the furnace was off.

At this point we were both a bit stunned because we have three carbon monoxide detectors in the house. It would've been understandable if one of those had gone off since we have gas heat and with the furnace off or malfunctioning, carbon monoxide could've become a problem.

Fortunately, it seems a piece of debris had fallen right on the pilot light and hubby was able to get it started without too much trouble. It would've been awful to have slept until morning with temps that cold...there could've been some serious problems.

Despite all the commotion and noise, neither one of the kids woke up.

But why the smoke detector in our room?

Was that you, Guardian Angels?

15 January 2009

Connections


I heard it mentioned on EWTN the other night that all the analysis of the blood from Eucharistic miracles (primarily at Lanciano) turns out to be the type AB. While I don't know if there is any significance that Jesus' blood type is AB, it did pique my curiosity because my blood type is AB.

One thing I had known, is the analysis also showed that the flesh tested turned out to be cardiac tissue. Not only do we receive Christ in the Eucharist, but we receive His heart. How amazing is that? Tell me God doesn't have a sense of humor and appreciate irony. Guess we need to be hit over the head to believe in the Real Presence, but the subtle things, like the type of tissue, that are contained in these miracles are astounding. (For more on the story of Lanciano, click on the link at the bottom of the post to read about the monk who was having doubts about the Real Presence.)

The more I read the bible and attend bible study, the more I start to appreciate how it all connects, how Christ did come to fulfill what had been prophesied. And, in reading about these Eucharistic miracles, it presents such a seamless case that God really has a hand in all this, down to the last details.

It's interesting to find that at Lanciano:
*The flesh is real flesh. The blood is real blood.
*The flesh consists of the muscular tissue of the heart (myocardium)
*The flesh and blood belong to the human species.
*The flesh and blood have the same blood type (AB).
*In the blood, there were found proteins in the same normal proportions as are found in the sero-proteic make up of fresh, normal blood.
*In the blood, there were also found these minerals: Chlorides, phosphorous, magnesium, potassium, sodium and calcium. The preservation of the flesh and of the blood, which were left in their natural state for twelve centuries (without any chemical preservatives) and exposed to the action of atmospheric and biological agents, remains an extraordinary phenomenon.

The findings even over lap with the Shroud of Turin, with analysis on the Shroud showing the blood type to be AB.
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Physician Tells of Eucharistic Miracle of Lanciano

Edoardo Linoli Verified Authenticity of the Phenomenon

ROME, MAY 5, 2005 (Zenit.org).- Dr. Edoardo Linoli says he held real cardiac tissue in his hands, when some years ago he analyzed the relics of the Eucharistic miracle of Lanciano, Italy.

The phenomenon dates back to the eighth century. A Basilian monk, who had doubts about the real presence of Christ in the sacred species, was offering Mass, in a church dedicated to St. Legontian in the town of Lanciano.

When he pronounced the words of the consecration, the host was miraculously changed into physical flesh and the wine into physical blood.

Later the blood coagulated and the flesh remained the same. These relics were kept in the cathedral.

Linoli, a professor of anatomy and pathological histology, and of chemistry and clinical microscopy, and former head of the Laboratory of Pathological Anatomy at the Hospital of Arezzo, is the only doctor who has analyzed the relics of the miracle of Lanciano. His findings have stirred interest in the scientific world.

At the initiative of Archbishop Pacifico Perantoni of Lanciano, and of the provincial minister of the Franciscan Conventuals of Abruzzo, and with authorization from Rome, in November 1970 the Franciscans of Lanciano decided to have the relics examined scientifically.

Linoli was entrusted with the study. He was assisted by Dr. Ruggero Bertelli, retired professor of human anatomy at the University of Siena.

Linoli extracted parts of the relics with great care and then analyzed the remains of "miraculous flesh and blood." He presented his findings on March 4, 1971.

His study confirmed that the flesh and blood were of human origin. The flesh was unequivocally cardiac tissue, and the blood was of type AB.

Consulted by ZENIT, Linoli explained that "as regards the flesh, I had in my hand the endocardium. Therefore, there is no doubt at all that it is cardiac tissue."

In regard to the blood, the scientist emphasized that "the blood group is the same as that of the man of the holy Shroud of Turin, and it is particular because it has the characteristics of a man who was born and lived in the Middle East regions."

"The AB blood group of the inhabitants of the area in fact has a percentage that extends from 0.5% to 1%, while in Palestine and the regions of the Middle East it is 14-15%," Linoli said.

Linoli's analysis revealed no traces of preservatives in the elements, meaning that the blood could not have been extracted from a corpse, because it would have been rapidly altered.

Linoli's report was published in "Quaderni Sclavo di Diagnostica Clinica e di Laboratori" in 1971.

In 1973, the Higher Council of the World Health Organization (WHO) appointed a scientific commission to verify the Italian doctor's conclusions. The work was carried out over 15 months with a total of 500 examinations. The conclusions of all the researches confirmed what had been stated and published in Italy.

The extract of the scientific research of WHO's medical commission was published in New York and Geneva in 1976, confirming science's inability to explain the phenomenon.

Today, Linoli participated in a congress on Eucharistic miracles organized by the Science and Faith master's program of Rome's Regina Apostolorum Pontifical University, in cooperation with the St. Clement I Pope and Martyr Institute, on the occasion of the Year of the Eucharist under way.

"Eucharistic miracles are extraordinary phenomena of a different type," Legionary Father Rafael Pascual, director of the congress, told Vatican Radio. "For example, there is the transformation of the species of bread and wine into flesh and blood, the miraculous preservation of consecrated Hosts, and some Hosts that shed blood."

"In Italy, these miracles have occurred in several places," he said, "but we also find them in France, Germany, the Netherlands, Spain " and some in North America.
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Another good article can be found here.

14 January 2009

Not my pay grade

Sorry I haven't been blogging in ages. Still have a cold. Just when I thought it was on its last legs, I got congested again last night. I'm still much better than I had been, so don't call a priest just yet.

I also got a new computer and have been battling with the thing since the moment it came in the house. It's not the computer, it's me. I'm quickly becoming a card-carrying Luddite and technology is getting the better of me. Windows Vista is a nightmare...I liked being able to control the operating system, do commands in DOS, make the computer do what I wanted it to do. Now the thing is smarter than I am and does as it pleases. I'm scrambling to figure out how it works and just get myself back to Square One.

Which brings me to my point. I still don't have my camera software installed. Heck, I just got the printer hooked up yesterday, but can't hook-up my very cool, but very old scanner because it doesn't have a USB port. Because I don't have the camera hooked up, I can't show you a picture of the gift my neighbor gave us.

My neighbor is wonderful. He's got to be in his 70s, but gets out and walks MILES every day. If the snow falls, don't worry, Bob will be out there to shovel -- shovel us out before he even shovels himself out. This winter my husband has tried to get out there before Bob, just to be neighborly too, but Bob is hard to top, he's relentless in doing kind things. During the summer, he cuts our grass. Cuts it all summer long. Here's an older gentleman out cutting our grass, the grass of two able-bodied folks. I've even told him we could cut our own grass a few times, but he insists we are too busy with my hubby working and me taking care of the kids. No use in arguing with him, because he insists on helping out.

He seems to take pleasure in doing these things, and many others, for us and we are very grateful. It's like having an angel living next door. At Christmas, we always remember Bob with a small gift, just a small way of thanking him for all he does. One year, knowing he likes to make home-made wine, we got him a large wine rack to store his bottles in (he's always telling us to come over and get a bottle of wine...but I'm not a big fan of wine so usually serve the stuff at the cabin).

Bob loved the wine rack. He raved about it for a very long time. Being active and handy, he reverse-engineered the thing and began building wine racks for friends. Not just a rack, but an entire cabinet that looks like a piece of furniture. When his friends would visit, he would introduce us to them, telling them we were the ones who bought him the wine rack and got him started on his latest hobby of wine cabinet building. Late at night and early in the morning, Bob is in the shop in his garage building his friends wine cabinets.

This year, we were shocked that he had built one for us. It is quite a labor of love.

If I had to point to a person who lives his faith, it would be Bob. If he's in his yard, he always greets you. He is always looking out for our family, always offering his time and resources, always offering to help at any task, always in a happy mood.

But Bob doesn't attend church. Not any church. I know he was raised a Catholic. With his very Irish last name, it would be remarkable to not be Catholic. Unfortunately, his childhood was not happy. Without giving us the details, he told us his mother had turned him off to religion and also turned him off to marriage. To this day, the man is single and doesn't attend church.

Still, Bob's heart is very kind. He opened his house to a friend's daughter who was attending the University of St. Thomas. It isn't too far to the campus from here and he allowed her to live rent free. She is from a very devout Catholic family and has been a good influence on Bob, hanging scapulars around his house and dotting it with other sacramentals.

I wish Bob attended church. I wish he had some formal religion in his life and am glad God gets to be the one to judge, not me. I pray for God's mercy for Bob, but then am left wondering if he's the one who has merited Heaven by his fidelity to God's Word and I'll be the one spit out because of my tepid faith.

02 January 2009

First haircut

Took my daughter to get her first haircut the other day. She's a little over three years old and I haven't cut her hair at all. It was easier with my son because I cut his hair from early on and got control of it, but with my daughter, her hair was all different lengths from the time of her birth and it was more than I wanted to attempt. Especially considering she's pretty touchy about anyone messing with her hair, even to comb it and get a barrett in it. So, off to Kid's Hair we went.

Before

She was excited to go to the hair cut shop (because we got my son a cut before Christmas so she thought she would be able to sit around and play while her brother got chopped.) When she realized she was the one to get a haircut, she protested quite loudly.

During


But, once she got in the seat, she was a champ. Getting to watch Elmo while getting her hair cut helped, and the sucker and sticker she received at the end seemed to smooth things over nicely.

At home playing with bubble wrap after her ordeal


Sorry, not able to really blog since I've been struggling with a nasty head cold since Christmas Eve. The haircut was the extent of our exciting week having hubby home...he's also sick. And a great time was had by all.

30 December 2008

Solemnity

For many Christians, it seems pretty obvious, in retrospect, who Jesus was when He walked among us. So much of the Old Testament points to Him, our priest, prophet and king. Generations waited for Him; young Jewish girls grew up wondering and preparing themselves for the possibility that they could be His mother.

Jesus came not to do away with the law, but to fulfill it. He is the new Adam -- faithful, obedient and humble in every aspect where His earthly forefather was not.

The same is true of Mary. So many people don't see her as anything more than a "very good person." As they say about Jesus, if he was just a good person, then how wretched are we and our salvation lost.

"I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: 'I'm ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don't accept His claim to be God.' That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic -- on the level with the man who says he is a poached egg -- or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God: or else a madman or something worse. You can shut Him up for a fool, you can spit at Him and kill Him as a demon; or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about His being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to." (C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity)

Again, the parallel could be said of Mary. She wasn't just a nice person. She, "full of grace," the Immaculate Conception, was conceived without sin and never committed a sin. Not one. Not ever. God preserved her from sin from the moment of her conception to become the New Ark of the Covenant. Much more than a nice person. What was in the Ark and what did Mary carry in her womb? She is the "woman clothed in the sun" who will crush the serpent's head. If she is just a "nice person" then again, how wretched are we left without our great intercessor and most fierce combatant. As Father Corapi always says, "My mother wears combat boots."

In our bible study, which is covering the book of Revelation, we are learning more about how the Old Testament not only points to Jesus, has many "types" and parallels of Jesus, but how it so frequently points to Mary as the New Eve and the Ark of the Covenant. I found the following article, written by Steve Ray in This Rock magazine. It covers what we recently learned in bible study and shows some of the ways Mary is the New Ark. Below is just part of a lengthy, but great article.

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Compare David and the ark to Luke’s account of the Visitation:
In those days Mary arose and went with haste into the hill country, to a city of Judah, and she entered the house of Zechariah and greeted Elizabeth. And when Elizabeth heard the greeting of Mary, the babe leaped in her womb; and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit and she exclaimed with a loud cry, "Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb! And why is this granted me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? For behold, when the voice of your greeting came to my ears, the babe in my womb leaped for joy. And blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what was spoken to her from the Lord" (Luke 1:39–45).
Mary arose and went to the hill country of Judea. I have been to both Ein Kerem (where Elizabeth lived) and Abu Ghosh (where the ark resided), and they are only a short walk apart. Mary and the ark were both on a journey to the same hill country of Judea.

When David saw the ark he rejoiced and said, "How can the ark of the Lord come to me?" Elizabeth uses almost the same words: "Why is this granted me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?" Luke is telling us something—drawing our minds back to the Old Testament, showing us a parallel.

When David approached the ark he shouted out and danced and leapt in front of the ark. He was wearing an ephod, the clothing of a priest. When Mary, the Ark of the New Covenant, approached Elizabeth, John the Baptist leapt in his mother’s womb—and John was from the priestly line of Aaron. Both leapt and danced in the presence of the ark. The Ark of the Old Covenant remained in the house of Obed-edom for three months, and Mary remained in the house of Elizabeth for three months. The place that housed the ark for three months was blessed, and in the short paragraph in Luke, Elizabeth uses the word blessed three times. Her home was certainly blessed by the presence of the ark and the Lord within.

When the Old Testament ark arrived—as when Mary arrived—they were both greeted with shouts of joy. The word for the cry of Elizabeth’s greeting is a rare Greek word used in connection with Old Testament liturgical ceremonies that were centered around the ark and worship (cf. Word Biblical Commentary, 67). This word would flip on the light switch for any knowledgeable Jew.

The ark returns to its home and ends up in Jerusalem, where God’s presence and glory is revealed in the temple (2 Sam. 6:12; 1 Kgs. 8:9–11). Mary returns home and eventually ends up in Jerusalem, where she presents God incarnate in the temple (Luke 1:56; 2:21–22).
It seems clear that Luke has used typology to reveal something about the place of Mary in salvation history. In the Ark of the Old Covenant, God came to his people with a spiritual presence, but in Mary, the Ark of the New Covenant, God comes to dwell with his people not only spiritually but physically, in the womb of a specially prepared Jewish girl.

The Old Testament tells us that one item was placed inside the Ark of the Old Covenant while in the Sinai wilderness: God told Moses to put the stone tablets with the Ten Commandments inside the ark (Deut. 10:3–5). Hebrews 9:4 informs us that two additional items were placed in the Ark: "a golden urn holding the manna, and Aaron’s rod that budded." Notice the amazing parallels: In the ark was the law of God inscribed in stone; in Mary’s womb was the Word of God in flesh. In the ark was the urn of manna, the bread from heaven that kept God’s people alive in the wilderness; in Mary’s womb is the Bread of Life come down from heaven that brings eternal life. In the ark was the rod of Aaron, the proof of true priesthood; in Mary’s womb is the true priest. In the third century, St. Gregory the Wonder Worker said that Mary is truly an ark—"gold within and gold without, and she has received in her womb all the treasures of the sanctuary."

While the apostle John was exiled on the island of Patmos, he wrote something that would have shocked any first-century Jew. The ark of the Old Covenant had been lost for centuries—no one had seen it for about 600 years. But in Revelation 11:19, John makes a surprising announcement: "Then God’s temple in heaven was opened, and the ark of his covenant was seen within his temple."

At this point chapter 11 ends and chapter 12 begins. But the Bible was not written with chapter divisions—they were added in the twelfth century. When John penned these words, there was no division between chapters 11 and 12; it was a continuing narrative.

What did John say immediately after seeing the Ark of the Covenant in heaven? "And a great portent appeared in heaven, a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars; she was with child" (Rev. 12:1–2). The woman is Mary, the Ark of the Covenant, revealed by God to John. She was seen bearing the child who would rule the world with a rod of iron (Rev. 12:5). Mary was seen as the ark and as a queen.

But does this passage really refer to Mary? Some say the woman represents Israel or the Church, and certainly she does. John’s use of rich symbolism is well known, but it is obvious from the Bible itself that the woman is Mary. The Bible begins with a real man (Adam), a real woman (Eve), and a real serpent (the devil)—and it also ends with a real man (Jesus, the Last Adam [1 Cor. 15:45]), a real woman (Mary, the New Eve [Rev. 11:19–12:2]), and a real serpent (the devil of old). All of this was foretold in Genesis 3:15.

John Henry Cardinal Newman wrote about this passage in Revelation:
What I would maintain is this, that the Holy Apostle would not have spoken of the Church under this particular image unless there had existed a Blessed Virgin Mary, who was exalted on high and the object of veneration to all the faithful. No one doubts that the "man-child" spoken of is an allusion to our Lord; why then is not "the Woman" an allusion to his mother?
Later in the same chapter we read that the devil went out to persecute the woman’s other offspring—Christians—which certainly seems to indicate that Mary is somehow the mother of the Church (Rev. 12:17).

Even if someone rejects Catholic teaching regarding Mary, he cannot deny that Catholics have scriptural foundations for it. And it is a teaching that has been taught by Christians from ancient times. Here are a few representative quotations from the early Church—some written well before the New Testament books were officially compiled into the final New Testament canon:

Athanasius of Alexandria (c. 296–373) was the main defender of the deity of Christ against the second-century heretics. He wrote: "O noble Virgin, truly you are greater than any other greatness. For who is your equal in greatness, O dwelling place of God the Word? To whom among all creatures shall I compare you, O Virgin? You are greater than them all O [Ark of the] Covenant, clothed with purity instead of gold! You are the ark in which is found the golden vessel containing the true manna, that is, the flesh in which divinity resides" (Homily of the Papyrus of Turin).

Gregory the Wonder Worker (c. 213–c. 270) wrote: "Let us chant the melody that has been taught us by the inspired harp of David, and say, ‘Arise, O Lord, into thy rest; thou, and the ark of thy sanctuary.’ For the Holy Virgin is in truth an ark, wrought with gold both within and without, that has received the whole treasury of the sanctuary" (Homily on the Annunciation to the Holy Virgin Mary).

The Catechism of the Catholic Church echoes the words from the earliest centuries: "Mary, in whom the Lord himself has just made his dwelling, is the daughter of Zion in person, the Ark of the Covenant, the place where the glory of the Lord dwells. She is ‘the dwelling of God . . . with men’" (CCC 2676).

The early Christians taught the same thing that the Catholic Church teaches today about Mary, including her being the Ark of the New Covenant.

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29 December 2008

Places


Last night, as I sat up unable to sleep from my cold, my mind wandered to the trip my cousin is about to make to Egypt. She and her husband plan to visit Egypt in January. At first, I wished I could go, but then I thought of the places I would rather go since I've been to Egypt (although I would like to go back to the Egyptian Museum in Cairo.) Then I mentally made some lists:

Places I have been that I never hope to see again
1. Waterloo, Iowa. I could skip the entire state, but since my dad's family were some of the early settlers, I have to cut the state some slack. Waterloo has to be one of the worst places I have ever been.
2. Venice, Italy. Crowded, smelly, dirty and full of tourists like myself and tourist shops. Oh, and like so much of Italy, filled with pit toilets, even in McDonald's. Redeeming quality - there are so many churches, you can't possibly visit them all and they are all incredible.
3. Alexandria, Egypt. We got off the beaten path and walked through more residential areas. As in many countries, there was no garbage collection which meant you had to watch where you were walking. From the buildings to the curb, and even spilling into the streets, were piles of garbage.
4. Amsterdam, The Netherlands. Ok, this could be on my list of places I have been that I would like to revisit, because part of my visit was colored by the fact that we spent the night in the Red Light District. Our flight got in late and we took the train from the airport into the downtown. The train station pretty much dumps you off near the Red Light District. It was very late and the streets were full of people you wouldn't want to run into in a well-lit public place. In addition, the streets were ankle deep in garbage. This totally shocked me since I thought these folks were known for being fastidious. Our hotel (there were NO hotels rooms available near the airport and very few near the train station, so we couldn't be too choosy) was seedy and adorned with red blinking neon inside and out. Kitschy to visit, but not a place you'd want to stay in. The hole in the ceiling of our room made us wonder if we were going to have some unwanted visitors during the night. However, once the sun came up, hordes of city workers were already out cleaning up the city and it was like a completely different place. Would like to see a few of the museums there if I ever go back.

Places I would love to revisit
1. Istanbul, Turkey. Actually, I love the entire country of Turkey. So rich in history, architecture and natural beauty. This time I would try to make it to Mount Ararat and Cappadoccia. I tried to make a side trip to Cappadoccia when we were there, but didn't want to risk being stuck in a remote area without reliable transportation.
2. Rhodes, Greece. I don't think you could ever see all there is in Greece, and I loved the island of Rhodes. I only wish I had known more history before I had visited there. Incredible walled medieval city with cobblestone streets, crusader fortress (Palace of the Grand Master), and cool churches established by the Knights of St. John.
3. Northern Germany. I would love to visit the areas where my father's family is from and do a Rhine Cruise. This time, I'd do the small towns and stay out of the large cities.
4. Rome, Italy. Like Greece, there is so much there you can't see it all.
5. Australia. This time I would make plans to see Ayers Rock. A visit to Melbourne would be nice too.

Places I would love to visit:
1. Machu Picchu - I have longed to visit here since I was a child.
2. Scandinavia and parts of Russia on a cruise - had this cruise booked shortly before we had kids and then the cruise line went out of business.
3. Catholic shrines in France - This was the trip I had planned before my brother got sent to Iraq (he lives in Geneva). Chartres, Lisieux, Ars, La Salette, etc., etc!
4. Maine and New England - maybe I can plan a trip here when my kids are a bit older and it becomes part of studying American History...just have to pitch it to my husband. He does have two lines (Cooke and Brewster) I've traced back to the Mayflower, so maybe he'd be interested.
5. Great cities in Canada - I've seen most in the western provinces since we used to live in Seattle, but I've never been to Quebec, Montreal, etc.
6. Israel (and Petra) - Sadly, this was on the itinerary when we were in the Mediterranean, but renewed unrest in the area caused us to detour to Cyprus. Hope to get here some day.

Favorite religious sites I've visited
Hagia Sophia, Istanbul - Impressive to read about, indescribable to visit.
Blue Mosque, Istanbul - Unlike anything I had ever seen before.
House of the Blessed Virgin Mary, near Ephesus - Few places provide such a physical connection to Our Lady. So small and humble, it was so fitting.
Old North Church, Boston - It doesn't necessarily wow you, but the history of it is what is interesting.
Aylesford Abbey, England - I'm a fan of St. Simon Stock, so had to visit here.
St. Mary Major, Rome - This was the church we regularly attended when we were in Italy. So many churches here to pick just one, especially since the Vatican is so incredible.
Irish abbeys and ruins - Some have been around for centuries, some have been in ruins for that long. All very interesting.

Please share some of your favorite (or unfavorite) places. I love to hear about interesting places to visit. Goodness knows, I'll be up thinking about them tonight instead of sleeping!

26 December 2008

One benefit of being married to an engineer

the words "structural failure" take on a whole new meaning...


This is roughly what my 3D birthday cake was supposed to look like


After a huge labor of love by my husband, frustration that was not quantifiable, words that probably were not speakable, this is how my cake turned out...



I'm glad my husband isn't a chef because the perfect snowman birthday cake would've been a ho-hum event. Instead, I received this wonderful, unique work of art that warmed my heart and brought a smile to my face.

And it tasted even better than it looked!

24 December 2008

God Bless Us, Every One!


I plan to do my part to decrease the surplus population at the malls today and stay in. I also can't go downstairs until hubby and the kids are finished making my birthday card. I do think they plan to take me out somewhere too (Red Lobster?). Before I had kids, it was always nice to have the day off from work on my birthday, but it's always been overshadowed by the Big Guy! No complaints though.

Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tim, who did not die, he was a second father. He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world. Some people laughed to see the alteration in him, but he let them laugh, and little heeded them; for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset; and knowing that such as these would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins, as have the malady in less attractive forms. His own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him.

He had no further intercourse with Spirits, but lived upon the Total Abstinence Principle, ever afterwards; and it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God Bless Us, Every One!

God Bless Us, Every One!!
Wishing you the love, peace and happiness that the true meaning of Christmas brings

21 December 2008

Feast Day of Adam and Eve

December 24

My favorite Old Testament saint has to be Moses. He was so flawed but still incredibly favored by God. So many saints were like this.

I guess it is fitting that I share my birthday with some other flawed individuals, Adam and Eve. It's hard to imagine doing any better than they did after I march myself to Confession, seeing how I fall down in the same ways time and time again.

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A bit on how the feast day (celebrated in the Eastern Rite but not the Roman Church) originated and a blessing for Christmas trees from Catholic Culture.

A popular custom is to bless the Christmas tree before lighting. This can be done on Christmas Eve. Helen McLoughlin describes the Christian origin of the Christmas tree, and provides a short blessing that can be used for the tree. Since Vatican II, the Roman Ritual has been updated, with a newer form of the Blessing of the Christmas Tree.

In recent years a growing number of families bless their Christmas trees before lighting them. We like to remind our children of the part a tree played in the sins of our first parents and of the sacred wood of the Tree on which Jesus Christ, whose birthday we are about to celebrate, wrought our redemption.

Father Francis Weiser, S.J., in The Christmas Book tells the story of the Christmas tree and children love to hear it. Father says, "The Christ tree is completely Christian in origin, and historians have never been able to connect it in any way with ancient Germanic or Asiatic mythology. The origin of the Christmas tree goes back to the medieval German mystery plays. One of the most popular 'mysteries' was the Paradise play, representing the creation of man, the sin of Adam and Eve and their expulsion from Paradise. It usually closed with the consoling promise of the coming Savior and with a reference to His incarnation. This made the Paradise play a favorite pageant for Advent, and its closing scenes used to lead directly into the story of Bethlehem.

These plays were performed either in the open, or the large squares in front of churches, or inside the house of God. The garden of Eden was indicated by a fir tree hung with apples; it represented both the 'Tree of Life' and the 'Tree of discernment of good and evil' which stood in the center of Paradise.

After the suppression of the mystery plays in churches, the Paradise tree, the only symbolic object of the play, found its way into the homes of the faithful, especially since many plays had interpreted it as a symbol of the coming Savior. Following this symbolism, in the fifteenth century the custom developed of decorating the Paradise tree, already bearing apples, with small white wafers representing the Holy Eucharist; thus, in legendary usage, the tree which had borne the fruit of sin for Adam and Eve, now bore the saving fruit of the Sacrament, symbolized by the wafers. These wafers were later replaced by little pieces of pastry cut in the shape of stars, angels, hearts, flowers, and bells.

In some homes the tree is blessed on Christmas eve and the crib on Christmas morning. The following form may be used for the Blessing of the Christmas Tree:

Father: This is that most worthy Tree in the midst of Paradise
All: on which Jesus by His death overcame death for all.
Father: Let the heavens be glad and the earth rejoice;
All: let the sea and what fills it resound; let the plains be joyful and all that is in them! All the trees of the forest shall exult before the Lord, for He comes; for He comes to rule the earth. He shall rule the world with justice and the people with His constancy. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
All: This is that most worthy Tree in the midst of Paradise on which Jesus by His death overcame death for all.
Mother: God said: Let the earth bring forth vegetation: seed-bearing plants and all kinds of fruit trees that bear fruit containing their seed. And so it was. The earth brought forth vegetation, every kind of seed-bearing plant and all kinds of trees that bear fruit containing their seed. The Lord God made to grow out of the ground all kinds of trees pleasant to the sight and good for food, the tree of life also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. And God saw that it was good.
All: Thanks be to God.
Father: O Lord, hear my prayer.
All: And let my cry come to You.
Father: Let us pray. O Lord Jesus Christ, who by dying on the tree of the Cross didst overcome the death of sin caused by our first parents' eating of the forbidden tree of paradise, grant, we beseech Thee, the abundant graces of Thy Nativity, that we may so live as to be worthy living branches of Thyself, the good and ever green Olive Tree, and in thy strength bear the fruit of good works for eternal life. Who livest and reignest for ever and ever.
All: Amen.

How fitting that the Feast Day surrounding our saintly, but seriously flawed, parents occurs the day before the Savior's birth. Jesus is the reason for the season and Adam and Eve are the reason behind the "Happy Fall" that caused Him to condescend to becoming a man and dying for our sins.


Have a blessed Feast Day!!

19 December 2008

'Tis the season

To rack up "Time already served in Purgatory" points.



I took my saintly aunt shopping last night. It's been a few years since I've done this. Having little ones that were nursing was one reason I didn't take her. The real reason is my kindly, sweet, compassionate aunt transforms into evil personified every time we go shopping.

I thought I could handle it, I really did. But, since it's been a few years that I've dealt with taking her shopping at Christmas, I had silly thoughts of, "Just how bad can it be?" running through my head.

Well, it was bad. Very bad. My aunt, or shall I call her Mr. Hyde, started by complaining incessantly about my driving. Not just a gentle, "Slow down dear, it's slippery out." Oh no, nothing tame like that. Instead, I got the grovelly, deep, demonic, "I hope you don't drive like this with those babies in the car." Every stop sign we approached had her clutching the door handle and bouncing around like her seat was on fire. I was accused of driving too fast, even though I told her I never made it over 30 miles per hour. She rebuked me that it was still too fast for the conditions...you must drive according to the conditions.

It's only a few miles to the nearby Target, but it was a nightmarish, not-quick-enough, jaunt. A car spun out in front of me at the entrance to Target and I thought my aunt was going to have a coronary despite me being several car lengths back and managing to stop at least one car length away from hitting anything. She shrieked like a banshee for a full two minutes.

Once we were in the store, she hit her stride, barrelling down the busy, crowded aisles with her cart, daring anyone to get in her way. First order of business was to buy a Christmas present for my son, so we headed to the toy area. As we approached the first aisle of toys, she demanded to know what it was that my son wanted so we could find a clerk to tell us where to find the toy on the shelves. The store was very busy, chaotic even, probably filled with other well-meaning nieces taking their suddenly psychotic aunts shopping. At times like this, I don't like to ask "clerks" questions unless I've given my search the old college try. My aunt, on the other hand, doesn't want to spend a moment more than necessary looking for anything.

I did manage to find one of the items my son wanted without clerk intervention, but when I finally located it, I deemed it too expensive for my aunt to buy (even though she has more money than God Himself). Because of this, I got the cold silent treatment and the pursed lips, a clear sign she did not approve of the wild goose hunt. Time to think quick, down-grade toy expectations and just grab something for her to buy.

A suitable toy was found and it was off to the men's department for her to find some socks for my husband. My aunt had planned to buy my husband a sweater vest, yes, a sweater vest. I did manage to nip that disaster in the bud a week prior when she mentioned it to me, knowing hubby would not approve. She wanted to know what else to buy him, so I suggested socks since it was something I knew he needed. So, socks it was. Except as we got to the sock aisle and I quickly grabbed a pack of socks off the rack and tossed them in the cart, trying to spare her any more time and trouble, she balked at the socks I picked and then went on a rant about how awful they were. It took about 15 minutes just for her to settle on some socks, all the while grumbling about the crappy socks I had picked out...even though they are the socks my husband likes and wears.

She wanted to stop in the women's department to find some slipper socks for a friend who is in a care facility suffering with Alzheimer's. After about a half hour of going through every pair of socks and slippers in the store, none were deemed suitable. Dread now set in since it was time to look for a gift for me.

I had no idea of what to tell her to buy me. I've hated this routine ever since I was a child and she secreted me out of the house so I could get my ears pierced. I wanted to get my ears pierced but my mom, a nurse, didn't think it was something a nine year-old should do. But, Auntie knew better and took me anyway while my mom was taking a nap. Honestly, I was more afraid of my aunt than dealing with my mom's anger.

My aunt asked what I wanted and I blurted out something kind of incoherent about a cake pan, since it was just the first thing that popped into my head. Nope, not acceptable. So, off we went to find a better present. We passed the electronics department and I suggested a memory card for my camera, which is something I really could use. It took a little convincing, but I finally managed to talk her into buying the memory card.

"But, what about your birthday present?" I still had to come up with some idea for a birthday present.

Back to Plan A and the cake pan. No. Rejected. Dismissed. She was trying to make me believe that if I didn't come up with a better idea, I was just going to have to do without a birthday present. I heard angels singing, thinking my suffering was over and the present search summarily abandoned.

Off to the grocery department for candied fruit needed for her fruit cake recipe. Except, this is Target, they didn't have any candied fruit. I knew they wouldn't, but my aunt had to find a clerk to ask. Instead, she found a butcher and had him search high and low for the candied fruit. He walked through aisle after aisle looking with us, called the grocery department to talk to someone more knowledgeable about whether the store stocked candied fruit, and was basically quite sweet and helpful. But, when the bad news arrived that Target, gasp!, didn't carry candied fruit, she dryly told him we would just go to Walmart and get some there.

Sheepishly, I caught his glance and thanked him for his help.

After a detour into the housewares aisle (she was now aware that her threat of not getting a present wasn't phasing me) and not finding the cake pan I wanted, we were headed to the check outs. For some unknown reason, when my aunt swiped her credit card through the reader, it kept asking her for a pin, even though she was using a credit card and not a debit card. The cashier was doing all she could to help, but after repeated tries, each time she swiped the card it asked for a pin. Then my aunt started giving some heat to the cashier about how she's been shopping at Target for YEARS and has never had a problem before. And, as you probably could've guessed, now there were five people in line behind us, all of them not too thrilled with the hold-up. Over and over the card was swiped through and a request for a pin appeared each time. I thought my aunt was going to grow horns before my eyes. I said a quick prayer in earnest, "God help me!!!," and suddenly the credit card was accepted.

Not so fast. Now my aunt wanted a gift receipt for the toy she bought my son. The poor cashier looked at her like, "Lady, have mercy on me." Meanwhile, I glanced at the folks in line behind my aunt, which was definitely a mistake.

As we were walking out to the car, I kept telling myself it was almost over. I kept repeating those words, hoping to keep a stiff upper lip and a cool temper, reminding myself that she's in her 80s and kindness shown to a mean ol' ex-saintly aunt will be handsomely repaid.

My aunt carped about how we wouldn't be able to find my car, a black Honda, because it looked just like every other car in the lot. Then she started back harping about how awful I drive and hoping again, repeatedly, that I don't drive like that with "those babies in the car."

"God help me," kept running through my head.

This time I left a good eight car lengths between me and anything that remotely looked like a car and she was still doing the hee-bee gee-bees in the seat. As we rounded the corner to her house, she said, and I quote, "I hope I get home before I crap my pants because of your driving...if I should live so long."

Ah, Christmas. Doesn't it just warm your heart and calm your soul.

18 December 2008

Tracking goodness to its source

Interesting article by Ben Shapiro. I had a good friend from France who was raised a Catholic who then became an atheist. She used to tell me her moral compass was guided by the notion of "do unto others." I've had other atheists tell me the same thing. This article kind of sheds some light on that idea and addresses the ad put out this Christmas by the secular humanists.

Why Atheism is Morally Bankrupt

If you walk around Washington, D.C. on a regular basis, you're likely to see some rather peculiar posters. But you wont see any more peculiar than the ads put out by the American Humanist Association. Why believe in a god? Just be good for goodness sake, say the signs, in Christmas-colored red and green.

Sounds great, doesn't it? Just be good for goodness sake. You don't need some Big Man in the Sky telling you what to do. You can be a wonderful person simply by doing the right thing.

There's only one problem: without God, there can be no moral choice. Without God, there is no capacity for free will.

Thats because a Godless world is a soulless world. Virtually all faiths hold that God endows human beings with the unique ability to choose their actions -- the ability to transcend biology and environment in order to do good. Transcending biology and our environment requires a higher power -- a spark of the supernatural. As philosopher Rene Descartes put it, although I possess a body with which I am very intimately conjoined [my soul] is entirely and absolutely distinct from my body and can exist without it.

Gilbert Pyle, the atheistic philosopher, derogatorily labeled the idea of soul/body dualism, the ghost in the machine. Nonetheless, our entire legal and moral system is based on the ghost in the machine -- the presupposition that we can choose to do otherwise. We can only condemn or praise individuals if they are responsible for their actions. We dont jail squirrels for garden theft or dogs for assaulting cats -- they arent responsible for their actions. But we routinely lock up kleptomaniacs and violent felons.

It's not only our criminal justice system that presupposes a Creator. It's our entire notion of freedom and equality. We hold these truths to be self-evident, wrote Thomas Jefferson, supposed atheist, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. Human equality must spring from a Creator, because the presence of a soul is all that makes man human and equal. Biology suggests inherent inequality -- who would call Arnold Schwarzenegger and Stephen Hawking equal in any way? Biology suggests the sort of Hegelian social Darwinism embraced by totalitarian dictators, not the principles of equality articulated by the Founding Fathers.

Without a soul, freedom too is impossible -- we are all slaves to our biology. According to atheists, human beings are intensely complex machines. Our actions are determined by our genetics and our environment. According to atheists, if we could somehow determine all the constituent material parts of the universe, we would be able to predict all human action, down to the exact moment at which Vice President-elect Joe Biden will pick his nose. Freedom is generically defined as the power to determine action without restraint (Random House). But if action without restraint is impossible, how can we fight for freedom?

If there is no God, there is no freedom to choose. If there is no freedom to choose, there is no good or evil. There is merely action and inaction. There is no way to be good for goodness sake -- that would require an act of voluntary will far beyond human capacity.

Atheists simply gloss over this point. The American Humanist Association states on its website, whybelieveinagod.org, we can have ethics and values based on our built-in drives toward a moral life. Without a soul, this is wishful thinking of the highest order. Since when does biology dictate a moral drive? If it did, wouldn't man always get more rather than less moral -- wouldn't history be a long upward climb? What about the murderers, rapists, child molesters and genocidal dictators? Are they all ignoring that built-in drive toward a moral life?

Atheism may work for individuals. There are moral atheists and there are immoral religious people. But as a system of thought, atheism cannot be the basis for any functional state. If we wish to protect freedom and equality, we must understand the value of recognizing God. We must recognize the flame of divinity -- free will -- He implanted within each of us.

17 December 2008

In ten words or less


I have been planning to enter a genealogy "contest" for several years now. It's a research and writing contest. My aunt has been on my case to write something for this contest since I first mentioned it. It would be a good idea to gather some information while my aunts and uncles are still around to tell the stories, but I haven't even thought about the contest for a few years.

Then genealogy always has a way of getting a grip on me. This time, my cousin is making a trip to Ireland to research some family lines. The branches we share in common are the lines I know little about. The family lived in Maryland for some time, but for some reason, no one wants to look there despite (probably) knowing the name of the church and the county my great-great-grandparents were married in. The marriage record could potentially provide the elusive names of my great-great-great-grandparents and then, if this generation contains the the immigrant ancestor, really give my cousin something to look for in Ireland.

But, in digging through my records, I came across the information on the contest. Aside from being busy raising kids and not having time to devote to writing a genealogical and biographical history, I don't know if I actually can write it. Not if I have to play by their rules.

I come from a big Catholic family. Nearly every branch has been Catholic at the time of immigration, probably back to when St. Patrick evangelized Ireland. The rules of the contest state that you have to include three to four generations in 4,000-10,000 words. Every person has to be documented (birth, marriage, death) along with their spouse, all children and their spouses. Any fact stated that isn't common knowledge has to be documented. To omit the slightest detail will be a huge black mark on your entry.

"Do not underestimate the importance of selecting the right family to submit to the contest. Since the length of the entry must be between 4,000 and 10,000 words it will be difficult to stay within these confines if a progenitor with many children is chosen. Most contestants find it difficult to stay under the upper limit if the progenitor or any of his children has very large families. Confining your efforts to a smaller number of individuals allows for greater creativity in presentation, analysis, and the conclusions drawn."

Yikes. That requirement is nearly, if not completely, impossible for me. The past few winning entries have an average of about a dozen people in their three generations. A dozen people! I have more than that in one generation if you consider spouses, three times that if you add the next generation. They might as well just say, "Catholics should not even bother to submit an entry."

The other thing about this contest is they want to see oodles of research to show you are able to draw on a huge variety of resources and distill it all down into a good, concise story. I used to work in Research & Development so this isn't a daunting task, but one of the past winners had over 200 footnotes in their entry, another had nearly a 100. That's a HUGE number of citations. I think if I had ever turned in a paper or report with that many notes, the recipient's head would've exploded. But, that's what they are looking for, so that's what I shall do, if I only could find the "right (non-Catholic) family" to document.

16 December 2008

Give 'em an inch

Just found out my cousin is divorced. Past the point of no return. The last I had heard, she had moved out and bought a house of her own, but she wasn't "getting a divorce." Uh huh.

This family is one of my many case studies on opening the door just an inch to the devil and seeing the havoc that results throughout the generations.

Way back before my aunt and uncle got married, my grandparents and my aunt's parents all got together to talk about the prospects of marriage at such a young age, and being in love but ill-suited for one another. This is the only time I have ever heard about my grandparents voicing a dissenting opinion about one of their children getting married. My grandparents were both one of ten children and had seven surviving children of their own, so they weren't strangers to ups and downs or seeing things working out despite the odds...or failing even with best intentions.

Both sets of parents strongly cautioned their children against this rash marriage, but my aunt and uncle "were in love" and no amount of parental pragmatism was going to influence their head-strong choice to be married -- married now.

Needless to say, a dozen or so years later, after four children, the separation happened. Not long after, once both of my grandparents had passed away, came the divorce and subsequent remarriage by both my aunt and uncle to other previously married, previously Catholic, folks.

And also needless to say, three of their four children have had terrible track records when it comes to marriage and life choices.

But, the real point here is the first instance of divorce and how begins to cascade down through the generations. In every branch of my family, once a divorce happens, it is practically endemic, always tragic.

One doesn't even need to go back to the saints of antiquity or the Church Fathers to read about how marriage and divorce are to be viewed. It is only in the last century, maybe the last few decades, that marriage has been regarded dispassionately and as a contract. C.S. Lewis, for instance, writes seriously about marriage in his Mere Christianity, and with wit in The Screwtape Letters.

"The idea that "being in love" is the only reason for remaining married really leaves no room for marriage as a contract of promise at all. If love is the whole thing, then the promise can add nothing; and if it adds nothing, then it should not be made. The curious thing is that lovers themselves, while they remain really in love, know this better than those who talk about love. As Chesterton pointed out, those who are in love have a natural inclination to bind themselves by promises. Love songs all over the world are full of vows of eternal constancy. The Christian law is not forcing upon the passion of love something which is foreign to that passion's own nature: it is demanding that lovers should take seriously something which their passion itself impels them to do." (Mere Christianity, Chapter 6, Christian Marriage).

"...they (Protestants and Catholics) regard divorce as something like cutting up a living body, as a kind of surgical operation. Some of them think the operation so violent that it cannot be done at all; others admit it as a desperate remedy in extreme cases. They are all agreed that it is more like having both your legs cut off than it is like dissolving a business partnership or even deserting a regiment. What they all disagree with is the modern view that it is a simple readjustment of partners, to be made whenever people feel they are no longer in love with one another, or when either of them falls in love with someone else." (Mere Christianity, Chapter 6, Christian Marriage).

Because marriage is a reflection of the Trinity, the devil wants to destroy it. Once the couple begins to drift from the Church and are no longer receiving graces from the sacraments, it's like opening the door, knowing there are wolves outside.

And, everyone who has seen a horror movie knows you never open the door.