Another Inconvenient Truth

Yesterday was January 22nd. That used to be a day I called…  the day after my son’s birthday.  Now it’s a day I call…  crazy, name calling, missing the point, I’m so sick of the sanctimonious finger pointing by everybody…day.

Some people prefer Pro-Life Day but it seems to me that Anti-Legal Abortion Day, would be more accurate. The marches and signs and endless columns written in (mostly) religious papers and magazines all seem to be focused on abortion. For instance, I’ve yet to see a picture of a rally marcher holding a sign that says,  I’m Pro-Life! Stop Drone Assassinations!, or I’m Pro-Life! All people deserve to be paid a living wage! , or any of a hundred other pro-life messages that don’t have a thing to do with abortion.

So, can we at least agree – January 22nd is really Anti-abortion Day?

So here’s my first thing: Continue reading

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Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me~

So the Synod on the Family ends – not with a whimper, not with a roar but with a strong firm voice that says, “In God there is only, Yes”

For every divorced and re-married Catholic who has not received an annulment, the possibility now exists for them to be brought back into full communion with the Church.

This means a clear, unobstructed path to again receive Communion in a Catholic Church, where before there was a path so strewn with boulders, cliffs and quicksand, only a few even attempted the journey. In fact, if Pope Francis takes the final report to heart and soul, it may be that finally, the only obstruction to receiving the Lord in the Eucharist is one’s own refusal to kneel, repent, ask for the help of Holy Spirit and get up, go home and to the best of your ability, live life the way Jesus taught you to live. That’s how it should be.

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Missing in action: The Catholic Church and the Moral Monday March in Winston-Salem

Moral Monday March for Voting Rights, July 13, 2015

Moral Monday March for Voting Rights, July 13, 2015

In 1965, the Selma to Montgomery marches for voting rights included many Catholic priests, an even greater number of nuns as well as many lay Catholics. At Martin Luther King Jr.’s invitation and against the stated wishes of Archbishop Thomas J. Toolen, they came to join in and support the men and women willing to risk their lives and the lives of their children to demand their civil rights, including the right to vote.
The photographs and film from those days are iconic and, for me, those images came to represent, in no small part, what it meant to be Catholic in the world.

In them we see priests, pushed hard against wooden police barriers, their arms outstretched providing some protection to the people behind them. There are nuns in full habit, arms crossed, hands linked, placing their bodies in front of and around their fellow marchers. Clutching the hands of children, arms linked with black Baptist ministers, mouths open wide, raising their voices in song, chant and prayer – Catholics; clergy, religious and lay, made sure they were there. They were there for the world to see and perhaps more importantly, to have the backs of the people risking their lives on the line.  They would not be bullied into staying home, they would not remain silent. Continue reading

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Summer School

Here’s a short I wrote a looong time ago – but in keeping with the season and all…

Rodney glanced at his reflection in the window to make sure he had, well… placed everything correctly, so to speak. Satisfied with his inspection, he cleared his throat. The woman sitting at the desk directly in front of him, who had been studying the appointment book in the faint hope of finding a way to leave work early Friday, whipped her head up in complete surprise. She glanced at the closed outer office door then back to the man in front of her.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Well,” Rodney replied, “I would hope not.” He gave her what he hoped was a thoroughly disarming grin.

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Sometimes you just have to wipe the slate clean…

So that’s exactly what I did. I took my blog, my poor neglected blog, and nuked everything. Well, almost everything.

I’m starting over because in the new and shiney world of the internet – all you need is a delete button and a healthy middle finger and poof! Everything old is new again.

I love it.

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