August 31, 2010

"Humor" that hurts.

Have you noticed that at times, things that are supposedly intended to be humorous are actually hurtful or harmful? Sometimes it seems that the main goal is to be offensive or insulting, and that the "humor" is interjected as an afterthought.

Here's a perfect example of that: an Italian advertisement for Antonio Federici Gelato Italiano. It depicts a pregnant nun eating their product, which is labeled as "immaculately conceived". The same company had a second advertisement showing two priests with their lips separated by mere inches as though about to kiss; the legend on that ad reads, "We believe in salivation".

It's hard for me to imagine that these advertisements were well-intentioned, especially after reading more about the advertising campaign and the other images being used in an article found here. The ad I've placed with this post is rather tame when compared to some of the others, which are inflammatory at best. I personally find these images to be distasteful and destructive. But it's also a good time for me to ask what I do to promote unity within the body of Christ. Do I live out the words of Ephesians 4:3-6 - Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace. There is one body and one Spirit—just as you were called to one hope when you were called— one Lord, one faith, one baptism; one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all.

Whatever your faith background, I hope that you will join me in echoing the prayer used to convene the 1983 assembly of the World Council of Churches:
You have called us to be one,
to live in unity and harmony, and yet we are divided:
race from race, faith from faith,
rich from poor, old from young,
neighbor from neighbor.
O Lord, by whose cross
all enmity is brought to an end,
break down the walls that separate us,
tear down the fences of indifference and hatred;
forgive us the sins that divide us,
free us from pride and self-seeking,
overcome our prejudices and fears,
give us courage to open ourselves to others;
by the power of your Spirit,
make us one.
Amen.
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August 30, 2010

The potter's wheel

Have you ever had the opportunity to watch a potter at work, or to try your hand at it? It's more challenging than you might think. I took a pottery class one time, and although there were some talented folks teaching the class, they could only make their own  pots beautiful. Try as they might to teach me how to make something beautiful myself, my own work was clunky and misshapen.

Thomas รก Kempis wrote these words, words which always seem to bring me up short:
Endeavor to be patient in bearing with the defects and infirmities of others, of what sort soever they be; for that thyself also hast many failings which must be borne with by others. If thou canst not make thyself such a one as thou wouldest, how canst thou expect to have another fashioned to thy liking? We would willingly have others perfect, and yet we amend not our own faults.

Today I hope to expend more energy in making my own life pleasing to God than I do in making the lives of others pleasing to me. Perhaps through the grace of God, he will allow me to do something beautiful today.



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August 29, 2010

A morning prayer


Father God,


Today may my eyes be closed to anything but you.
May my ears be open only to hear your voice.
May my mouth be closed except to speak your love.


May all my senses seek you.
May all my actions reflect you.
May all my desire be only to do your will.


Amen


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August 28, 2010

Spilled apples.

A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago. They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night’s dinner. In their rush, with tickets and briefcases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples. Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly missed boarding… ALL BUT ONE!!! He paused, took a deep breath, and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned.


He told his buddies to go on without him, waved good-bye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor. He was glad he did.

The 16 year old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her, no one stopping and no one to care for her plight.

The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display. As he did this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket. When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, ‘Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did. Are you okay?’ She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, ‘I hope we didn’t spoil your day too badly.’

As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, ‘Mister…….’ He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes. She continued, ‘Are you Jesus?’

He stopped in mid-stride, and he wondered. Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul: ‘Are you Jesus?’

Do people mistake you for Jesus? That’s our Destiny, is it not? To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a world that is blind to His love, life and grace. If we claim to know Him, we should live, walk and act as He would. Knowing Him is more than simply quoting Scripture and going to church. It’s actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day. You are the apple of His eye even though we, too, have been bruised by a fall. He stopped what He was doing and picked you and me up on a hill called Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit. Sometimes we just take things for granted, when we really need to be sharing what we know and what we do.

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H/T to Fr. Eugene Lobo, SJ, at God In All Things. Visit his site - he has lots of good things there.

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August 26, 2010

The wisdom of the ages



I received this through my email the other day, and I'm glad I did. It was written by Regina Brett, 90 years old, of the Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio .

To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most requested column I've ever written.

My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:

1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.

2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.

3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.

4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.

5. Pay off your credit cards every month.

6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.

7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.

8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.

9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.

10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.

11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.

12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.

13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.

14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.

15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.

16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.

17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.

18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.

19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.

20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.

21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.

22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.

23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.

24. The most important sex organ is the brain.

25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.

26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'

27. Always choose life.

28. Forgive everyone everything.

29. What other people think of you is none of your business.

30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.

31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.

32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.

33. Believe in miracles.

34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.

35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.

36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.

37. Your children get only one childhood.

38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.

39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.

40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.

41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.

42. The best is yet to come...

43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.

44. Yield.

45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."
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August 25, 2010

A few thoughts on marriage...

One thing is sure to result in marital discord: a constant striving to change one's spouse. The message behind these efforts is that somehow, one's life partner is falling short of the mark.
I've never thought of Muhammed Ali as being a philosopher or a marriage counselor, but there is wisdom in what he has to say here:
When I get that championship I’m gonna put on my old jeans and get an old hat and grow a beard and I’m gonna walk down an old country road where nobody knows me till I find a pretty little fox who don’t know my name, who just loves me for who I am. And then I’ll take her back to my $250,000 house overlooking my million-dollar housing development, and I’ll show her all my Cadillacs and the indoor pool in case it rains, and I’ll tell her, ‘This is yours, honey, cause you love me for who I am.’ 
– Muhammed Ali.

I think the toughest moments (and the biggest disagreements) in our 38-year marriage have been those where we've forgotten to love each other "for who we are". But Alice von Hildebrand shares a good reminder in her book, By Love Refined:

Sometimes the possibilities for disagreement seem endless. Close as you are to each other, a cause of enjoyment for one of you may be boring or even unpleasant for the other. This is part of the deep drama of marriage: the constant call to "die to yourself" for the sake of your loved one.

You and I love Italian cuisine and, given a choice, we always prefer spaghetti all'italiana to hamburgers and french fries. Yet now you often cook American-style food just because Michael loves it. I know you take long walks with Michael when you'd prefer to stay home. I'm sure that to please you, he, too, often gives up a wish, such as going out with his male friends.

I've often found that when I adopt a loving attitude, I can discover in previously boring things the fascination that others find in them. You and Michael might try to learn from each other in this way so that you can come to share more interests.

When you fail, however, the only solution is sacrifice, which doesn't at first seem appealing. Yet it's strange how even seemingly trivial sacrifices can give unexpected joy and nurture love between two people. "God loves a cheerful giver," says St. Paul, so when you do make a sacrifice like going to a baseball game with Michael (Is it such a sacrifice to be with the person you love most?), do it cheerfully so that no one will notice. Advertising sacrifices is a poor way to make them.
Today is a great day to love my husband just as he is, to engage in more "give" than "take", and to ask his forgiveness for the times I fail to show him the love he so deserves.

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August 23, 2010

Religious freedom versus Reproductive freedom




I’ve talked before about conscience protections for health care workers who refuse to assist in the performance of an abortion on religious grounds. Much of the brouhaha over this issue apparently followed an ACLU complaint to the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services. According to the ACLU, Catholic hospitals which will not perform abortions are violating the Emergency Medical Treatment and Active Labor Act and the Conditions of Participation of Medicare and Medicaid. According to the ACLU, “The law should not permit an institution’s religious strictures to interfere with the public’s access to reproductive health care,” and “Religiously affiliated hospitals across the country inappropriately and unlawfully deny pregnant women emergency medical care,” the ACLU says. In their letter, they specifically castigate Catholic hospitals for their “denial of appropriate reproductive health care”.

Maybe it’s just me, but I find it ironic that an abortion can be defined as “reproductive health care”. After all, terminating a pregnancy is terminating a life, and there’s nothing whatsoever “reproductive” about taking the life of an unborn child. And I’m still having trouble envisioning the situation where an abortion has to be performed in such haste as to prevent a woman from receiving care at another hospital. Is there a community anywhere in the U.S. where there is no hospital other than a Catholic hospital? Really?

But I’m heartened to learn about the Becket Fund for Religious Liberty’s response to this situation. The president of the Becket Fund, Kevin Hasson, said, “We will represent, pro bono, any religious hospital or its personnel that HHS threatens because of their conscientious objection to abortion. And we will, if necessary, sue to block any such proposed policy." Hasson asserts that the ACLU “has no business demanding that religious doctors and nurses violate their faith by performing a procedure they believe is tantamount to murder. Forcing religious hospitals to perform abortions not only undermines this nation’s integral commitment to conscience rights, it violates the numerous federal laws that recognize and protect those rights.”

If you’re interested in learning a bit more about the ACLU’s assertions and the response of the Becket Fund, go here or here or here. If you want to read some earlier posts on this issue, go here or here or here.

Have an opinion? I’d love to hear what you think.

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August 22, 2010

Some thoughts on education


I received this in my inbox yesterday, and much of what it says resonates with me. Read through it, and leave a comment: What do you think?

If every school principal gave this speech at the beginning of the next school year, and carried through with it, America would be a better place.

To the students and faculty of our high school: I am your new principal, and honored to be so. There is no greater calling than to teach young people.

I would like to apprise you of some important changes coming to our school. I am making these changes because I am convinced that most of the ideas that have dominated public education in America have worked against you, against your teachers and against our country.

First, this school will no longer honor race or ethnicity. I could not care less if your racial makeup is black, brown, red, yellow or white. I could not care less if your origins are African, Latin American, Asian or European, or if your ancestors arrived here on the Mayflower or on slave ships.

The only identity I care about, the only one this school will recognize, is your individual identity -- your character, your scholarship , your humanity. And the only national identity this school will care about is American. This is an American public school, and American public schools were created to make better Americans.

If you wish to affirm an ethnic, racial or religious identity through school, you will have to go elsewhere. We will end all ethnicity-, race- and non-American nationality-based celebrations. They undermine the motto of America, one of its three central values -- e pluribus unum, "from many, one." And this school will be guided by America's values.

This includes all after-school clubs. I will not authorize clubs that divide students based on any identities. This includes race, religion, sexual orientation or whatever else may become in vogue in a society divided by political correctness.

Your clubs will be based on interests and passions, not blood, ethnic, racial or other physically defined ties. Those clubs just cultivate narcissism -- an unhealthy preoccupation with the self -- while the purpose of education is to get you to think beyond yourself. So we will have clubs that transport you to the wonders and glories of art, music, astronomy, languages you do not already speak, carpentry and more. If the only extracurricular activities you can imagine being interesting in are those based on ethnic, racial or sexual identity, that means that little outside of yourself really interests you.

Second, I am uninterested in whether English is your native language. My only interest in terms of language is that you leave this school speaking and writing English as fluently as possible. The English language has united America's citizens for over 200 years, and it will unite us at this school. It is one of the indispensable reasons this country of immigrants has always come to be one country. And if you leave this school without excellent English language skills, I would be remiss in my duty to ensure that you will be prepared to successfully compete in the American job market. We will learn other languages here -- it is deplorable that most Americans only speak English -- but if you want classes taught in your native language rather than in English, this is not your school.

Third, because I regard learning as a sacred endeavor, everything in this school will reflect learning's elevated status. This means, among other things, that you and your teachers will dress accordingly. Many people in our society dress more formally for Hollywood events than for church or school. These people have their priorities backward. Therefore, there will be a formal dress code at this school.

Fourth, no obscene language will be tolerated anywhere on this school's property -- whether in class, in the hallways or at Athletic events. If you can't speak without using the f-word, you can't speak. By obscene language I mean the words banned by the Federal Communications Commission, plus epithets such as "Nigger," even when used by one black student to address another black, or "bitch"; even when addressed by a girl to a girlfriend. It is my intent that by the time you leave this school, you will be among the few your age to instinctively distinguish between the elevated and the degraded, the holy and the obscene.

Fifth, we will end all self-esteem programs. In this school, self-esteem will be attained in only one way -- the way people attained it until decided otherwise a generation ago -- by earning it. One immediate consequence is that there will be one valedictorian, not eight.

Sixth, and last, I am reorienting the school toward academics and away from politics and propaganda. No more time will be devoted to scaring you about smoking and caffeine, or terrifying you about sexual harassment or global warming. No more semesters will be devoted to condom wearing and teaching you to regard sexual relations as only or primarily a health issue. There will be no more attempts to convince you that you are a victim because you are not white, or not male, or not heterosexual or not Christian. We will have failed if any one of you graduates this school and does not consider him or herself inordinately lucky -- to be alive and to be an American.

Now, please stand and join me in the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag of our country. As many of you do not know the words, your teachers will hand them out to you.


ADDENDUM FROM THE BLOGGER:

Please note the comment below from a reader in England. Do you agree with her? Is this a scary policy, or does it make sense? Do you find it disturbing, too? Or are there points that you think are important to bring into our education system?

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August 21, 2010

A prayer of love

I love you, O my God,
and my only desire is to love you
until the last breath of my life.

I love you, O my infinitely lovable God,
and I would rather die loving you,
than live without loving you.

I love you, Lord
and the only grace I ask is to love you eternally.

My God, if my tongue cannot say
in every moment that I love you,
I want my heart to repeat it to you
as often as I draw breath.

- St. John Marie Vianney, the Curรฉ of Ars

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August 20, 2010

Talmudic Laws For Children, or Why It's So Hard To Be A Kid

Laws of Forbidden Places
Of the beasts of the field, and of the fishes of the sea, and of all foods that are acceptable in my sight you may eat, but not in the living room. Of the hoofed animals, broiled or ground into burgers, you may eat, but not in the living room.

Of the cloven-hoofed animal, plain or with cheese,you may eat, but not in the living room. Of the cereal grains, of the corn and of the wheat and of the oats, and of all the cereals that are of bright color and unknown provenance you may eat, but not in the living room.

Of quiescently frozen dessert and of all frozen after-meal treats you may eat, but absolutely not in the living room.

Of the juices and other beverages, yes, even of those in sippy cups, you may drink, but not in the living room, neither may you carry such therein. Indeed, when you reach the place where the living room carpet begins, of any food or beverage there you may not eat, neither may you drink. But if you are sick, and are lying down and watching something, then may you eat in the living room.

Laws When at Table
And if you are seated in your high chair, or in a chair such as a greater person might use, keep your legs and feet below you as they were. Neither raise up your knees, nor place your feet upon the table, for that is an abomination to me. Yes, even when you have an interesting bandage to show, your feet upon the table are an abomination, and worthy of rebuke.

Drink your milk as it is given you, neither use on it any utensils, nor fork, nor knife, nor spoon, for that is not what they are for; if you will dip your blocks in the milk, and lick it off, you will be sent away.

When you have drunk, let the empty cup then remain upon the table, and do not bite it upon its edge and by your teeth hold it to your face in order to make noises in it sounding like a duck: for you will be sent away.

When you chew your food, keep your mouth closed until you have swallowed, and do not open it to show your brother or your sister what is within; I say to you, do not so, even if your brother or your sister has done the same to you.

Eat your food only; do not eat that which is not food; neither seize the table between your jaws, nor use the raiment of the table to wipe your lips. I say again to you, do not touch it, but leave it as it is.

And though your stick of carrot does indeed resemble a marker, draw not with it upon the table, even in pretend, for we do not do that, that is why. And though the pieces of broccoli are very like small trees, do not stand them upright to make a forest, because we do not do that, that is why.

Sit just as I have told you, and do not lean to one side or the other, nor slide down until you are nearly slid away. Heed me; for if you sit like that, your hair will go into the syrup. And now behold, even as I have said, it has come to pass.

Laws Pertaining to Dessert
For we judge between the plate that is unclean and the plate that is clean, saying first, if the plate is clean, then you shall have dessert.

But of the unclean plate, the laws are these: If you have eaten most of your meat, and two bites of your peas with each bite consisting of not less than three peas each, or in total six peas, eaten where I can see, and you have also eaten enough of your potatoes to fill two forks, both forkfuls eaten where I can see, then you shall have dessert.

But if you eat a lesser number of peas, and yet you eat the potatoes, still you shall not have dessert; and if you eat the peas, yet leave the potatoes uneaten, you shall not have dessert, no, not even a small portion thereof.
And if you try to deceive by moving the potatoes or peas around with a fork, that it may appear you have eaten what you have not, you will fall into iniquity. And I will know, and you shall have no dessert.

On Screaming
Do not scream; for it is as if you scream all the time. If you are given a plate on which two foods you do not wish to touch each other are touching each other, your voice rises up even to the ceiling, while you point to the offense with the finger of your right hand; but I say to you, scream not, only remonstrate gently with the server, that the server may correct the fault.

Likewise if you receive a portion of fish from which every piece of herbal seasoning has not been scraped off, and the herbal seasoning is loathsome to you and steeped in vileness, again I say, refrain from screaming.

Though the vileness overwhelm you, and cause you a faint unto death, make not that sound from within your throat, neither cover your face, nor press your fingers to your nose. For I have made the fish as it should be; behold, I eat it myself, yet do not die.

Concerning Face and Hands
Cast your countenance upward to the light, and lift your eyes to the hills, that I may more easily wash you off. For stains are upon you; even to the very back of your head, there is rice thereon.

And in the breast pocket of your garment, and upon the tie of your shoe, rice and other fragments are distributed in a manner wonderful to see. Only hold yourself still; hold still, I say. Give each finger in its turn for my examination thereof, and also each thumb. Lo, how iniquitous they appear. What I do is as it must be; and you shall not go hence until I have done.

Various Other Laws, Statutes, and Ordinances
Bite not, lest you be cast into quiet time. Neither drink of your own bath water, nor of the bath water of any kind; nor rub your feet on bread, even if it be in the package; nor rub yourself against cars, not against any building; nor eat sand.

Leave the cat alone, for what has the cat done, that you should so afflict it with tape? And hum not the humming in your nose as I read, nor stand between the light and the book. Indeed, you will drive me to madness. Nor forget what I said about the tape.

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August 18, 2010

Another dilemma



On September 11, 2001, along with the Twin Towers, the tiny St. Nicholas Greek Orthodox Church was destroyed in an act of terrorism that continues to boggle my imagination, nearly a decade later. In the years since that time, the church has been negotiating to rebuild, but last year the negotiations became hopelessly bogged down in a beaurocratic quagmire. All hope of reopening the discussion has apparently been abandoned.

In the meantime, plans to build a mosque near Ground Zero continue to move forward. In a rather ambiguous series of statements and clarifications, President Obama has taken a stand (maybe?) on the issue. According to this FoxNews article, “The church project has not attracted the kind of national attention the mosque has. President Obama injected the mosque into the national political conversation when he appeared to endorse the plans at a Ramadan dinner at the White House Friday. The White House later clarified that Obama was supporting the developers' right to build the mosque, not the project itself.”

Based on this, I’m not clear on what precisely he’s supporting, but perhaps you can clarify for me. And just to clarify my own position, I’m not opening the door to anti-Muslim rhetoric. Several years ago, my husband and I shared our home with a Muslim family from Pakistan while they sought medical care for their son. They’d never gotten to know a Catholic family well, and we’d never gotten to know a Muslim family well. It was a wonderful learning experience as we discovered that we share many faith heroes (Moses, Abraham, Sarah, Jesus), although our understanding of them is different. They were good people… kind people… as many Muslims are.

Nonetheless, I must admit this whole situation is disturbing to me.

I wholeheartedly support the idea of preserving religious freedom for people of all faiths; this is an important part of the foundation on which our nation was built. But there’s something rather in-your-face about a mosque being built at a site where Islamic extremists caused such devastation. And there’s something rather slap-in-the-face about simultaneously neglecting efforts of St. Nicholas Greek Orthodox Church to rebuild within the ghostly shadow of the Towers that fell and crushed it.

What do you think about it?
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The other side


A sick man turned to his doctor as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said, "Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side."

Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know."

"You don't know? You're a Christian man and don't know what's on the other side?"

The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.

Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice my dog? He's never been in this room before.He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing...I know my Master is there and that is enough."

- Author unknown
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August 16, 2010

Seeing God's back

 
I recently read a book by Father James Martin, SJ, titled My Life With The Saints. One of the passages that particularly resonated with me is this:

From his office in Rome, Fr. Kolvenbach recounted the story of a holy abbot who used to speak frequently to his monks of finding God, searching for God, and encountering God. One day one of the monks asked if the abbot had ever encountered God. After a bit of embarrassed silence, the abbot admitted that he had never had a direct experience of God. Yet, he said,, there was nothing surprising about that: God himself said to Moses in the book of Exodus, "You cannot see my face." But God also taught Moses that he could see God's back as he passed by. "You shall see my back." So looking back over his many days, the abbot could see clearly the "passage of God" in his life.

Fr. Kolvenbach concluded his meditation this way:

In this sense, it is less a matter of searching for God than of allowing oneself to be found by him in all of life's situations, where he does not cease to pass and where he allows himself to be recognized once he has really passed: "You will see my back."

In my own life, I have had experiences where I was unable to recognize God at a given time... perhaps a time of trial. Yet when I looked back from the vantage-point of time, clearly He was there.

How about you? Have there been times when God wasn't evident until later, when you were able to "see His back"?


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August 12, 2010

"The name of a man is a numbing blow from which he never recovers. " - Marshall McLuhan



I ran across an Associated Press news article today with this intriguing headline:

Pa. man seeks to change name to Boomer The Dog

The odd thing is that the judge who will ultimately grant or refuse his request is taking a few days to reflect before rendering a decision. Judge Robert Folino may refuse the request if, on reflection, he thinks it might result in “’unintended consequences’ like being ‘seen as bizarre.’”

Now I ask you.

HOW could the judge think that this name might be “seen as bizarre”? Some guys have no sense of humor.

Sheesh.

But Boomer the Dog (assuming his request is granted) is not alone in the world of people who elect to choose an unusual name and to have it legally changed. There’s the major league baseball player who was born with the name John Paul Bonser, but now his signature reads “Boof Bonser”.

I also found a listing of unusual first names which parents have chosen for their children here. Some of the girls’ names are Shasmeen, Nikith, Yuna, Cranberry, and Blessita. Not to be outdone, boys’ names include Autzen, Hardock, Neem, Juton, and Taygen. Of historical interest, there was a Confederate general named States Rights Gist. And there’s also the basketball player God Shammgod. (His dad had the same first name, so perhaps it’s God Shammgod Jr.)

I don’t know quite where I’m going with this post, to be honest. But I wonder…

  • Would you choose an unusual name for your child? And what would it be?
  • Have you ever thought about changing your name? What would you change it to?
  • Do you think a person’s name helps to shape his personality?

I suppose only God knows the answer to that last question.

The real God... not God Shammgod.



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August 11, 2010

Baseball lesson: "An Umpire, a Pitcher, and an Example"


The Bishop of our diocese, Michael F. Burbidge, writes a brief column at the beginning of 
each issue of NC Catholics. His column for the July/August 2010 issue is well worth reading in full:


One of my summer jobs throughout my time in the seminary and prior to my ordination as a Deacon was that of a baseball umpire. Some individuals humorously state that the job prepared me to be a Bishop - lots of "close calls" with not everyone agreeing with you!

We have learned more about the world of the umpire in the widely broadcast story of a mistaken call that recently cost a pitcher the thrill of hurling a "perfect game." On June 2nd, with one out to go in the bottom of the ninth inning, a ground ball was hit. The Detroit Tigers' pitcher, Armando Galarraga, covered first base. The runner was clearly out. However, the umpire, Jim Joyce, ruled the runner safe. Due to the error, Armando Galarrago will not be listed in the record books as one of the elite number of pitchers who ever threw a perfect game.

While this was an unfortunate development in sports, the responses of the umpire and pitcher have provided valuable lessons regarding the manner in which to handle adversity. After the call was made and knowing its consequences, the pitcher simply smiled and continued the game with out any display of anger. After the game and upon seeing the videotape, the umpire humbly acknowledged the mistake. In fact, he asked to meet the pitcher in the clubhouse to convey his heartfelt apology. The pitcher reminded the umpire that no one is "perfect." The next game day, the umpire and pitcher met on the field and displayed sportsmanship, class, respect, and professionalism. Their examples speak loudly - to every baseball player, coach, umpire, and fan - of the necessary perspective we must maintain.

We can also apply the examples of the pitcher and the umpire to our spiritual lives. While it is sometimes difficult to admit, we must realize that none of us is "perfect." We make mistakes and bad judgments. We sin and we fail. In order to grow in our spiritual lives, we must not waste time or energy making "excuses." To be truly reconciled, we must acknowledge our sins, express our sorrow and seek forgiveness. The Good News is that Our Lord Jesus embraces us in His infinite mercy and love. How blessed we are to experience these gifts most especially in the Sacraments of Eucharist and Penance.

Likewise, we may also have to admit that we have failed others. We discover true freedom simply by stating our mistake and offering a sincere apology to anyone we have offended by our words or deeds. In turn, we must not expect anyone to be "perfect." We should always be willing ad ready to accept the apology others may have to offer us so that together we can begin anew. 

The umpire stated that he had been in the profession for twenty-plus years and all that time no one knew him. Now because of that one mistake, he is the most recognizable umpire in the sport. Since that time, coaches and managers have taken the time to offer praise and encouragement for his good work throughout the years. In our own lives, we can easily focus on what we have done wrong and on our limitations or that one bad decision.

However, growth in our spiritual lives demands that we daily give thanks for the many ways God uses us as His instruments and works in and through us. Celebrate what you have accomplished with God's grace and never forget the miraculous ways the Lord has used you and continues to use you as His instrument each and every day. In the same way, lift up and encourage those who may be unable to see God's blessings in their midst, especially those who may be overwhelmed with recent failure or hardship.

The call that deprived a pitcher of a perfect game reminds us that the world of sports can often teach some valuable lessons in life and in our spiritual journey. We should pray daily for the grace to keep our priorities in order to demonstrate sportsmanship on and off the field, to reflect class and respect in our dealings with others, to acknowledge our failures, to apologize when necessary, to forgive those who have injured us, to celebrate our accomplishments and to support those in our midst who are in most need of encouragement.

By the way, I remember some significant mistakes I made as an umpire and I acknowledge that I am still far from perfect. Thus, how can I not help but take this opportunity to ask you to continue to support your Bishop, especially in those 'close calls" that have to be made!




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August 10, 2010

Sign this guy up!

I've turned into a baseball nut (GO DURHAM BULLS!!), but I bet even people who hate the game have got to love this play. 


I don't understand Japanese at all, but I bet the announcers are saying WOW!!!!
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August 9, 2010

Who's being faithful?



Within the past week, 2 disturbing news stories popped up on my computer screen:
  • North Korean authorities have arrested 23 members of an underground Christian community and executed 3 of them, AsiaNews reports.
  •  Ten people, including eight foreign medical workers, have been found shot dead in a remote northern region of Afghanistan. The Taliban has claimed responsibility, saying the group was killed because they were Christian missionaries.
Disturbing, yes, but yet it should not be surprising. After all, Jesus warned His followers in very clear terms to expect this:

If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you.
Remember the words I spoke to you: "No servant is greater than his master." If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also. If they obeyed my teaching, they will obey yours also. They will treat you this way because of my name, for they do not know the One who sent me.
If I had not come and spoken to them, they would not be guilty of sin. Now, however, they have no excuse for their sin. He who hates me hates my Father as well. If I had not done among them what no one else did, they would not be guilty of sin. But now they have seen these miracles, and yet they have hated both me and my Father. But this is to fulfill what is written in their Law: "They hated me without reason."
When the Counselor comes, whom I will send to you from the Father, the Spirit of truth who goes out from the Father, he will testify about me. And you also must testify, for you have been with me from the beginning. All this I have told you so that you will not go astray.
They will put you out of the synagogue; in fact, a time is coming when anyone who kills you will think he is offering a service to God. They will do such things because they have not known the Father or me. I have told you this, so that when the time comes you will remember that I warned you. I did not tell you this at first because I was with you.
- John 15:18-16:4

Ironically, the extremists who have murdered these (and other) modern-day martyrs are carrying out the prophecies of the One they profess to hate.


But as for us... we were warned that in order to follow Him, we must first pick up a cross. Jesus warned us that we would be ejected from the house of worship, hated, persecuted, and even killed. And in an wry sort of way, these extremists are following Jesus’ prophecies to the letter.

But again I repeat: we were warned. We were warned to count the cost. And we were told quite frankly that the cost would be high:
Then he said to them all: “If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will save it. What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, and yet lose or forfeit his very self?”
- Luke 9:23-28

So we’ve all been given a glimpse into the future. Is it possible, though, that those who would persecute and kill Christians are being more faithful to that vision than I am... perhaps even more faithful than many of us who would call ourselves Christian?

I would suspect it would make the extremists quite uncomfortable to realize the extent of their obedience to Christ. But this whole line of reasoning makes me quite uncomfortable as well.

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August 7, 2010

OOPS - I've been tagged!

Cathy at A Bit of the Blarney tagged me for this meme today. It asks me to name my 5 favorite Catholic devotions. And so I begin:

1. The Eucharist

2. Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament

3. Holy Thursday Mass (all the Triduum Masses, actually!)

4. The Stations of the Cross with Pope John Paul II. (Our parish used Joseph M. Champlin’s booklet version during Lent for several years.)

5. The Litany of the Saints

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I’d love to know what YOUR favorites are! I'm tagging a few of my favorite bloggers, but invite you to share your favorites here. And if you're a non-Catholic friend, please share yours, tool

1. Monique at Catholic Chicks
2. Elizabeth Esther (who is hosting the Saturday Evening Blog Post today)
3. Anne at Imprisoned In My Bones
4. Jamie at Roman Catholic Cop
5. Archbishop Timothy Dolan at The Gospel in the Digital Age.(I don't really think he'll respond, but I'm putting in a "plug" for his blog anyway!)

By the way: there's one prayer, written by Padre Pio, which can be used as a beautiful devotion after receiving the Eucharist. I shared it here, and hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did.

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Flash mob for the cure

I have to admit I'd love to be hanging out somewhere when a "flash mob" comes on the scene. Some of the "flash mob" videos I've seen are outstanding! But this one is for an outstanding cause: finding a cure for breast cancer. It's estimated that 207,090 new cases of breast cancer will be diagnosed in the United States alone in 2010. Check out Susan G. Komen for the cure to find out more about breast cancer.

 I share this video in honor of friends who are survivors of breast cancer - Susan, Gretchen, and Betty.

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August 6, 2010

The Morning Offering

I just discovered the blog of an Orthodox monk, Abbot Tryphon, called The Morning Offering. In it, he recently shared a quote that speaks volumes to me.
…. It was only when I lay there on rotting prison straw that I sensed within myself the first stirrings of good. Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between classes, nor between political parties either, but right through every human heart, and through all human hearts. This line shifts. Inside us, it oscillates with the years. Even within hearts overwhelmed by evil, one small bridgehead of good is retained; and even in the best of all hearts, there remains a small corner of evil.

…. If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?"
- Alexandr Solzhenitsyn

When we think of Jesus, many people envision a Lord who is tolerant... even rather indulgent at times...  of men and their sinfulness. And I do believe that the desire of God's heart is to be forgiving of and reconciled with each of us. But the "tolerant and indulgent" Jesus didn't have much patience with self-righteousness. And perhaps the quote from Solzhenitsyn can help us to understand why this is so.

When we sit in judgment of other people, we are blinded to our own shortcomings. And when we fail to recognize our own sinfulness, pride conquers conquers any vestiges of humility in our hearts.

In Luke 18, we find the familiar story of the two men - one self-righteous and one humble - who went to the Temple to pray. The NASB translation of the prayer of the self-satisfied Pharisee is interesting: "The Pharisee stood and was praying this to himself.: 'God, I thank You that I am not like other people: swindlers, unjust, adulterers, or even like this tax collector.'" He was so busy looking at the sin of the tax collector and at his own virtuousness that he didn't really see God. He was even praying to himself!

When our objective is to somehow justify ourselves before God by denigrating others, spiritual blindness results. But a passage in 1 John 4, 11-12 shows us how to clear up our foggy vision:
Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.
Today, let us love each other and, in so doing, God will be revealed in us and to us.

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Be sure to visit the Saturday Evening Blog Post.

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August 5, 2010

ONLY A MAN WOULD ATTEMPT THIS!

Just try reading this without laughing till you cry!!! And thanks, Sue, for forwarding this to me!


A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Tazer for their anniversary submitted this:

Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer.

The effects of the Tazer were supposed to be short lived, with no long term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety....??

WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button and pressed it against a metal surface at the same time, I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.

AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right?

There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target.

I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and then thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised.

Am I wrong?

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and Tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; and a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.

All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference (loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries); pretty cute really, and thinking to myself, 'no possible way!'

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.

I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side so as to say, 'Don't do it stupid,' reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny lil ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it.

I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and...

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!

I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs! The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.

Note: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution: there is NO such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor! A three second burst would be considered conservative! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control over the drooling. My sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head, which I believe came from my hair.

PS: My wife can't stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift and now regularly threatens me with it!

If you think education is difficult, try being stupid!!!!
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Don't kill the butterfly

H/T to Dorothy Vining at Musings at 85.


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August 3, 2010

Fizzling good intentions


Be definite. Don't let your resolutions be like fireworks that sparkle for a moment, to leave behind as hard reality a blackened, useless stub that one throws disgustedly away.
– Josemaria Escriva

Ouch.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been guilty of this far, far, far more often than not. Rather than carrying out my resolutions, I tend to set them down and walk away without even remembering where I left them. They’re even better at hiding than my car keys - I remember my car keys at least once a day, while I may forget my good intentions for weeks on end.

I wonder where they go. Do they disappear like a spiritual stray sock?

I’ve wondered at times if something on the order of a hair shirt would help me to keep my good intentions from melting away. By virtue of being ever-presently annoying, perhaps it could help me be better focused on following through. Or there’s the kinder, gentler approach: I ran across something called the MotivAider. Evidently it’s about the size of a pager. You keep it in your pocket after setting it to vibrate as often as you feel you need to be reminded. The intervals can be as short as once a minute. According to their website, here’s how it works:

To use the MotivAider, you first devise a personal message – a word or a short phrase or sentence - that will tune you in to the action you need to take or to a reason that motivates you to take the action. For example, say you've decided that you should stop participating in the incessant whining that's going on at work because it's only making things worse for you and everyone else. From now on, you intend to make sure that your own contribution to conversations is positive and upbeat. Your personal message might simply be, "Upbeat."


After you've decided on a personal message, you decide how often you'd like to receive it. Say you make an educated guess that to follow through on your intention, you'll need to have your attention focused on thinking, "Upbeat," at least once every ten minutes. You simply set the MotivAider for ten minutes and turn it on. The MotivAider is now ready to serve, as one user put it, “as your intention’s full-time guardian angel.”

The MotivAider will count down from the ten minute interval you set, and when it's done counting, the whole device will silently vibrate for a couple of seconds. Then the MotivAider will automatically reset itself to ten minutes, count down again, and vibrate again when it's done counting. It will automatically keep on repeating the cycle of counting down, vibrating, and resetting itself.

You know what’s really scary? I actually thought about buying it… but “$59.50 + shipping & handling” cured me of that.

So I turn to you, my friends. What helps you to follow through with good intentions?

Please share your ideas in the comments section below. I'm looking forward to hearing what you have to say!

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August 1, 2010

How to Become a Lapsed Catholic Quickly and Easily


by Father Hal Stocker

1. STOP GOING TO CHURCH ON SUNDAYS. This is the quickest and most effective way to become a lapsed Catholic. Begin in your teenage years. Refuse to get up for Sunday morning Mass when your parents call. Roll over. Pull the covers over your head and scream that you aren't going, and that you're never going to go again. (Make sure you have another place to live!)

2. HAVE AN IDEOLOGICAL FIGHT WITH THE CHURCH. Pick out a ruling and find something wrong with it - pick a fight. (Abortion and contraception are currently topical). Study the issue *thoroughly*. Talk to your priest and *tell* him why you can no longer be a practicing Catholic "as a matter of conscience". Repeat what you've just told the priest to your friends at cocktail parties, to people on streetcorners, to your friends at the corner bar, and clerks at checkout counters. *Insist* that THIS is the reason you really left the Church - not that you really are not too crazy about confessing to your favorite sins, or that you have no intention of stopping a practice that the church feels is sinful, or that you resent the obligation to support your parish at more than the minimal level.

3. JOIN ANOTHER RELIGION. (Be careful not to REALLY join another religion - you'll just have another set of obligations to observe - but *act* like you have.) Tell everyone you have decided that Hinduism is older and more in tune with the Cosmos. (Check the church's rulings carefully, so you can get back in, in a hurry if the Second Coming looks imminent.)

4. BECOME AN AGNOSTIC. This is the intellectual approach. Deduce back to the first cause, then become incredibly confused. Cease attending all church functions (except Bingo, of course!) until you 'get the Faith'. After all, who could possibly criticize you for avoiding practices of which you are not fully 'convinced'?

5. LEARN TO DISLIKE A PRIEST. Remember one you loved, then compare him to this new guy, who talks too loud/soft, is too Italian/Polish/Irish, who never/always comes/goes to my/someone else's house for supper/dinner, who always/never stops to chat with people after Mass. Don't worry about having to go to the neighboring parish because you don't like this guy - you can learn to hate the neighboring priest also, just as easily. One of the easiest reasons to hate a priest is to accuse him of "always talking about money." EVERY pastor is wide open to this charge, and there will be nobody who will contradict you.

6. HAVE THE CHURCH REFUSE TO MARRY YOU. This is perhaps the easiest way - and it gives you full justification for number five (above) as a bonus. Pick out an atheist to marry, then attend PreCana conferences. Insist that you have no intention of raising your kids Catholic, but that they're going to be able to make up their own minds "when they get old enough". Then, tell the priests you intend to go at it like rabbits every chance you get, and that the only reason you want to get married in the Church in the first place is to please your mother. Storm out in a huff when they tell you you will need some counseling before your wedding banns are published.

Needless to say, any of the above will provide an ample opportunity to lapse as a Catholic. Multiples (or even all) will allow a much more convincing justification for the so-inclined. It is particularly effective to run one into another and so cover the entire gamut, leaving practically no defenses whatever against arguments to the contrary. When presented with an objection to any single of the above-listed methods, simply switch the grounds until your listeners tire of trying to get you to commit yourself in public.
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