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Sunday, May 31, 2020

Statement from Archbishop Jose Gomez

Please continue to pray for our nation in these difficult days.  May the Holy Spirit inspire all of us to live as brothers and sisters.
Today, Archbishop José H. Gomez of Los Angeles and president of the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops (USCCB) issued the following statement on George Floyd and the protests in American cities that have taken place over the last several days:
The killing of George Floyd was senseless and brutal, a sin that cries out to heaven for justice. How is it possible that in America, a black man’s life can be taken from him while calls for help are not answered, and his killing is recorded as it happens?
I am praying for George Floyd and his loved ones, and on behalf of my brother bishops, I share the outrage of the black community and those who stand with them in Minneapolis, Los Angeles, and across the country. The cruelty and violence he suffered does not reflect on the majority of good men and women in law enforcement, who carry out their duties with honor. We know that. And we trust that civil authorities will investigate his killing carefully and make sure those responsible are held accountable.
We should all understand that the protests we are seeing in our cities reflect the justified frustration and anger of millions of our brothers and sisters who even today experience humiliation, indignity, and unequal opportunity only because of their race or the color of their skin. It should not be this way in America. Racism has been tolerated for far too long in our way of life.
It is true what Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. said, that riots are the language of the unheard. We should be doing a lot of listening right now. This time, we should not fail to hear what people are saying through their pain. We need to finally root out the racial injustice that still infects too many areas of American society.
But the violence of recent nights is self-destructive and self-defeating. Nothing is gained by violence and so much is lost. Let us keep our eyes on the prize of true and lasting change.
Legitimate protests should not be exploited by persons who have different values and agendas. Burning and looting communities, ruining the livelihoods of our neighbors, does not advance the cause of racial equality and human dignity.
We should not let it be said that George Floyd died for no reason. We should honor the sacrifice of his life by removing racism and hate from our hearts and renewing our commitment to fulfill our nation’s sacred promise — to be a beloved community of life, liberty, and equality for all.

Gone But Not Forgotten



During the COVID-19 quarantine, I have been walking for exercise.  It may seem strange, but my favorite places to walk are cemeteries.  I find it interesting to walk through the cemeteries in Franklin.
 
 The Union St. cemetery has grave stones from the 1700s.  There are some very recognizable names: 

  • ·         Oliver Dean, who founded Dean College
  • ·         Fletcher family, there’s a softball field named after the family.
  • ·         Ray family, funded Franklin Library -  the first library in the country.


Then there’s the Beaver Street Cemetery.  It is really called St. Mary’s Cemetery because the parishioners of St. Mary’s purchased the land in 1864 because Catholics weren’t allowed to be buried in the Union St. cemetery.  But that was then and this is now.  Now anyone can be buried in either the Union St. or Beaver St. cemetery.  I found it interesting to notice the Irish and Italian names on the St. Mary’s gravestones in contrast to the English names on the Union St. cemetery tombstones. 

Cemeteries hold the history of civilization.  These two cemeteries reflect the mindset of our Puritan ancestors who left England for freedom to practice their own religion and then in turn didn’t practice what they preached.  In St. Mary’s cemetery we see the oldest gravestones engraved with Irish surnames, reflecting the Irish immigrants fleeing the potato famine in the mid-1800s.  Soon overwhelming the Irish names are Italian names.   Names that only Franklinites could pronounce:

  • ·         Mucciarone
  • ·         Bucchiano
  • ·         D’Aniello

St. Mary’s cemetery has a beautiful memorial garden and a columbarium. A columbarium is a wall of vaults containing the cremated remains of the deceased.  It is a peaceful area for respectful reflection. 
               
There’s one more cemetery that is perhaps the most interesting of all, albeit the smallest one.  It is on Green St., Franklin.  The official name is the City Mills Historical Cemetery.  That area is part of the City Mills section of Norfolk/Franklin, hence the name.  Some of the people buried there:

·         Samuel Allen 15 Mar 1778 Franklin, Norfolk, Massachusetts, USA - 14 Jan 1866
Edward Gay Jr 
2 Jul 1696 Wrentham, Suffolk, Province of Massachusetts Bay - 28 Feb 1758
·         Timothy Hawes 21 Jul 1722 Wrentham, Suffolk, Province of Massachusetts Bay - 8 Mar 1772
·         Rhoda (Mason) Allen abt 1795 Dedham, Norfolk, Massachusetts, USA - 15 Apr 1862
·         James Shepardson 24 Jul 1789 Wrentham, Norfolk, Massachusetts, United States - 8 Mar 1863 [1]


There are other reasons to enjoy walking in these cemeteries besides historical interest.  There’s the peace and quiet.  The roads are paved so one can wholly concentrate on their reflections.  The epitaphs on the gravestones are interesting and some are funny. (That will be a future story.)  The architecture, material, and choice of design offer imaginative stories about people’s lives.  It certainly makes you wonder what happened between birth date - death date.   Just imagine!  An entire life is represented by a dash! 

Soon many more graves and cremains will be added to our cemeteries, due to the COVID-19 pandemic.  A walk through the cemeteries will put your priorities in order.  What will your legacy be?

Saturday, May 30, 2020

Her "Yes" Changed the World

The Nativity Story, edited by rose Pacatte, FSP is a collection of meditative stories written by different people.  Each one is different because the authors imagine different views of Mary's life.

    Since the authors are current authors, it is easy to find Mary in today's world.  It is a good discussion book.  Many will find the book full of insight.

Our Sean Patrick Writes to You

Many churches are opening tomorrow.  Our Cardinal Archbishop, Sean Patrick O'Malley has written a letter for all the faithful.

May 26, 2020
Letter to the Faithful
So much of modern life has been upended by the pandemic. Social distancing keeps us from the routine contact that we took for granted for a lifetime. But the pandemic has had an almost opposite effect on family life. Modern families have, up until now, developed social distancing into an art form.
A generation ago, the typical American middle-class family had their own home. Often, there were many children, but one automobile, one telephone, one television set and one or two bathrooms. Family life was about being together and sharing. Meals were a family affair. Children even came home from school for lunch.
The evening meal was a time when the whole family gathered to enjoy a good home-made meal and to bond with each other through all the back-and-forth that took place at the dinner table. The modern family, often a one-parent family, is pulled in a thousand directions by different work schedules, extracurricular activities, organized athletics, addiction to social media and many other aspects of modern life that promote isolation and individualism.
Enter the pandemic, and suddenly being part of a family is like living in a treehouse on Treasure Island. It is a challenge and an opportunity. It can be a time for us to reconnect with our families, to get to know each other better, to overcome our innate selfishness and learn how to give, how to forgive and how to be part of a community.
One of the documents of the Second Vatican Council, “Lumen Gentium,” describes the family as the domestic Church. Pope John Paul II often spoke about the family as the domestic Church. He outlines the four tasks that each family should strive to accomplish: 1) Forming a community of persons, 2) Serving life, 3) Participating in the development of society, and 4) Sharing in the life and mission of the Church.
I know this can all sound kind of daunting when discussions over who is going to wash the dishes and empty the garbage can take center stage. The lofty goals of the Christian family can be achieved only where the family is a school of love and a sanctuary of life. For many people, the stay-at-home order was an invitation to rebuild family life.
Suddenly, many parents who used to struggle to get their children dressed and ready for school each day have morphed from school bus driver to teacher, counselor and recreation director. Parents who were so often critical of teachers, coaches and school personnel have discovered how short their child’s attention span can be. The helicopter has crashed.
One of the challenges of working and studying remotely is to avoid treating every day like a Saturday. We need the discipline to map out a schedule that will allow us to have a productive and satisfying day. Hopefully, families will be able to recoup the meal as a time for conversation and sharing without the intrusion of television and smartphones.
Children need to understand that the inconveniences of social distancing are an expression of a desire to protect the vulnerable. Love is always about making sacrifices for others.
Just as parents are thrust into a new role of teaching mathematics, earth science and social studies, I hope the parents will now embrace their role as the chief catechist for their children. I am always edified that our Catholic people, even those who are not great churchgoers, still have a desire for their children to receive religious education. Parents are content to entrust the religious formation of their children to the parish catechist.
We all owe a great debt of gratitude to the parish staff and volunteers who dedicate so many hours to preparing and imparting classes on the faith. Passing on the faith to new generations is one of the primary responsibilities of every parish community. But the pandemic brings home to us that religious education is primarily the responsibility of the family.
Social distancing makes it difficult to give our young people the religious formation that we all want them to have. At the same time, this is an opportunity for parents to exercise their special role in passing on the faith to their children. Although it is not something we do spontaneously, we need to learn to talk about our faith, to share our ideals and to pray together. Religious formation is not just about imparting information; it is about molding people’s hearts, helping them to have a relationship with Jesus Christ and to embrace a life of discipleship in a community of faith. Our religious formation is to help us to discover how much God loves us, who we are, why we are here, and what is our mission and purpose. An important part of discipleship is discovering our own vocation, the special way that God is calling us to live a life of service, to make a gift of ourselves and to share the treasure of faith with those around us, to build a civilization of love rather than greed.
This week, the Catholic Church is reliving liturgically that first novena: the nine days between Ascension Thursday and Pentecost Sunday, when the Apostles with the Blessed Virgin and the disciples were sequestered in the Cenacle. It was an exercise in social distancing because of the fear of persecution, but it was also a very powerful experience of shared prayer that prepared the community of faith for the transformation of Pentecost with the outpouring of the Holy Spirit.
I hope that the experience of being thrown together will not be wasted on our families, but rather that it will be a time of intense experience of community and solidarity, renewal in prayer and a deep sense of identity. May our days locked in the Cenacle help us to emerge as stronger, faith-filled disciples ready to embrace our mission to carry on the work of Christ in the world.
In the history of salvation, the great plagues of Egypt were a preface for the liberation of God’s people. I hope that this modern plague will lead to our liberation from a culture of death into a Promised Land of people ready to make sacrifices for each other and who are deeply aware of how much we need God and one another. Social distancing can teach us that we are meant to be part of something bigger than ourselves.
When Pope Francis went to Lampedusa shortly after his election as Pope, he called on everyone to overcome the globalization of indifference, to be a people who care about people, not just about money and having fun. The text that the Holy Father used was from Genesis, where God asked Cain: “Where is your brother?” Cain answers God: “I do not know. Am I my brother’s keeper?” The pandemic has forced us to stop pretending that we are not connected, that we have no responsibility for the suffering of others and that, somehow, we can make our own life and happiness without reference to the rest of humanity.
Pope Francis, in his encyclical “Laudato Si,” refers to this planet as our common home; it is more than just a metaphor. If you live in the penthouse suite of a 30-story apartment building, and there are several apartments on the first, second and third floors that are in flames, you cannot be nonchalant about the situation. The Gospel of Life in the Church’s social doctrine is a treasure trove of wisdom that can help us to find paths forward for humanity crippled by individualism, materialism and greed.
The temptation in a time of pandemic is to seek an anesthetizing distraction and entertainment rather than taking the time to examine the meaning of this pandemic and its repercussions for the future. Typically, it is only when we lose something or someone we care about, that it dawns on us how important that person, experience or treasured possession was for us. Watching them slip away and disappear from life is often a rebuke for having taken them for granted.
When I was growing up, the Church observed a very strict Communion fast. We could not eat or drink anything — not even water — from midnight before we were going to receive Holy Communion. In the Catholic school that I attended, there were covers placed over the water fountains to remind people not to break the fast. Some people were afraid to brush their teeth in the morning for fear that they might swallow a little water and thereby be ineligible to receive the Eucharist.
At one point, the Holy Father changed the discipline so that water would never break the fast, and later, the fast was changed to three hours before receiving Communion. More recently, Pope Paul VI further mitigated the fast to one hour before receiving Communion. I presume many people are unaware of the fast because it has been reduced to such a short period.
The practice of the Communion fast dates back to the 4th century and, indeed, St. Augustine claimed that it went back to the time of the Apostles. The motivation for the Communion fast was always presented as being out of respect for the Lord’s Body and Blood. St. Thomas Aquinas said that the fast responded to the Lord’s injunction, “Seek first the kingdom of God.” Some spiritual writers suggested that the pre-Communion fast was a way of ritualizing the spiritual hunger that should characterize all those who gather at the Eucharistic table.
The pandemic has brought a new kind of Eucharistic fast to our Church, which has made it difficult for many of the faithful to receive the Sacrament. We can only hope that this forced Communion fast might result in a deeper hunger for the reception of Holy Communion.
Being a disciple of Jesus is always about being part of a community — the community that gathers around the Eucharist. May we never take this great gift for granted. In the Eucharist, Jesus makes a gift of Himself to us. At the first Mass, Jesus made it very clear that the Eucharist is the key to understanding discipleship. Jesus gives us the gift of Himself and urges us to wash each other’s feet and to love each other the way he loves us, to the point of making a gift of ourselves.
Some of our brothers and sisters are in solitary confinement. Our consolation is that we are never really alone in the Body of Christ. Cardinal Van Thuan spent 13 years in a communist prison, nine years in solitary confinement. He documents his experience in the powerful book: “The Road to Hope.” In the midst of the isolation of the pandemic, we must find hope in Jesus Christ’s promise that he would be with us always. Social distancing cannot destroy the spiritual accompaniment that is born at the moment of our Baptism and connects us to the Lord and our brothers and sisters in the faith.
May social distancing make us more aware of our vocation to community and solidarity; may our forced fasting from Holy Communion augment our hunger for the Bread of Life; may all our homes be like the Cenacle where the disciples were united with Mary in prayer waiting for Pentecost. May our experience of staying at home be not so much a house arrest but a retreat that will allow us to experience the peace and love, simplicity and hospitality of the Holy Family at Nazareth.

Friday, May 29, 2020

Did Your Mother Pray For You







Somebody Prayed for Me by Dorothy Norwood with the Georgia Mass Choir is an uplifting gospel song.  Part of the lyrics say,



 " My mother prayed for me, had me on her mind,

She took the time and prayed for me.
I'm so glad she prayed
I'm so glad she prayed for me."

hit me with a dope slap. I never thought of my mother praying for me.  Of course, she did.  My grandparents, too.  I don't know if my father did.  He wasn't the praying kind.  But I'm sure he would have if he could have.  (You know what I mean.)

Just think of all the people in your childhood who must have prayed for you: teachers, scout leaders, priests, nuns, relatives.  I think I'll pray for everyone who has ever prayed for me.

Lord, hear my prayer.
In my human fraility--         
forgetfulness and
maybe even self-
centeredness.  I 
have neglected to
pray for all those
who cared to pray 
for me as a child
and young adult.
Have mercy on
them Lord, and
say Thank You
to them for me,
as I pray for
them.  Amen
I ask this thru
Jesus' saving
redemption. 










Thursday, May 28, 2020

AAWOL


One of my brothers, who used to be a "cloistered brother", was telling me that he teaches AAWOL.  He explained that AAWOL is Alcoholic Anonynous 21 step program.  Twelve of the Steps are from the standard Alcoholics Anonymous book plus twelve traditions based on AA.  

AAWOL started in 1969 for review and discussions on the AA book, in the Gavin House in Boston.  Since then the program has grown internationally.

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Up Up and Away

LECTIO:

Reading 1
ACTS 2:1-11

When the time for Pentecost was fulfilled,
they were all in one place together.
And suddenly there came from the sky
a noise like a strong driving wind,
and it filled the entire house in which they were.
Then there appeared to them tongues as of fire,
which parted and came to rest on each one of them.
And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit
and began to speak in different tongues,
as the Spirit enabled them to proclaim.
Now there were devout Jews from every nation under heaven staying in Jerusalem.
At this sound, they gathered in a large crowd,
but they were confused
because each one heard them speaking in his own language.
They were astounded, and in amazement they asked,
“Are not all these people who are speaking Galileans?
Then how does each of us hear them in his native language?
We are Parthians, Medes, and Elamites,
inhabitants of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia,
Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and Pamphylia,
Egypt and the districts of Libya near Cyrene,
as well as travelers from Rome,
both Jews and converts to Judaism, Cretans and Arabs,
yet we hear them speaking in our own tongues
of the mighty acts of God.”
STUDIUM:
Luke 1: 1-4 has a similar beginning.  There's a reason for that. Luke notes the historical memory of the early Christians.  What Jesus began in Luke He continues through his disciples in Acts.  The Holy Spirit directs the Church and is the driving force behind it. 
MEDITATIO:
All these people show how inclusive the Catholic Church must be.  The Church is for everyone.  I must not judge others and discriminate against people.
Oratio:
Lord, that cloud that took You up will come back with You.  May I hold true to this belief.
CONTEMPLATIO:
I believe in life everlasting.
RESOLUTIO:
To accept all people.  Be kind to all.

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Compassionate Release


There is a chance that some of our "cloistered brothers" could receive a
compassionate release. Please pray this novena.
Novena to Blessed Jean-Joseph Lataste, OP
Fr. Jean-Joseph Lataste, inspired by your prayers for mercy, we call upon your intercession for our “cloistered brothers”. You, had such compassion and understanding for the heart of the imprisoned, that you founded the community of the Dominican Sisters of Bethany, for formerly incarcerated women, and you spread Eucharistic devotion within prison walls. We humbly ask that you beseech God for the miracles of compassionate release to be granted, homes to be found, and employment to be given to our brothers. Please pray for them to be able to fulfill their Dominican vocations and be worthy children of God. We know that your intercession will give glory to God so with hearts full of joy we thank you!
Please pray:
Glory Be.
Our Father
Hail Mary.

Monday, May 25, 2020

Churches are Essential

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Jesus' Heart


The Devotion To The Sacred Heart of Jesus/ How to Practice The Sacred Heart Devotion by Fr. John Croiset, sj was written in 1694. It is a book of meditations and is best appreciated when read piece by piece. I'm saving this book to read during Eucharistic Adoration. The language needs to be updated but the thoughts come across.


It is a complete study of the sacred heart of Jesus. Many visions from St. Mechtilde to St. Margaret Mary Alacoque, are examined. Encyclicals and books are quoted to explain the sentiments needed to appreciate the devotion to the sacred heart. I have too many tabs marking important passages I want to meditate on. The book is difficult but still a keeper.  

Sunday, May 24, 2020

Don't Believe What You Hear

John Sandford's "The Night Crew" is not about the team that works at your supermarket, stacking the shelves at night.  The Night Crew is Sandford's novel is a free-lance TV crew that roams the streets at night looking for news to sell to the TV stations.

    The story begins when the crew tapes a suicide.  One of the night crew is killed and a link is established between the two events.  The link is the protagonist, Anna.  Evidently, a lunatic is romanticizing about Anna and is killing others whom he thinks are interested in her.

    She is helped by a former cop turned lawyer, Jake.  The two of them go through some harrowing moments in trying to figure out the "who d'un it."

     The plot is fast and suspenseful.  There were times when I thought the story would make a good "Die Hard" movie.  But everything makes sense in the end.

Saturday, May 23, 2020

More Epitaphs

Shakespear's:

Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare,
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
And cursed be he that moves my bones.

Benjamin Franklin:

The body of B. Franklin, Printer,
Like the Cover of an old Book.
Its Contents torn out.
And stripped of its Lettering and Gilding.
Lies here.  Food for worms.
But the Work shall not be wholly lost.
For it will as he believ’d
appear once more
In a new and more elegant Edition
Corrected and improved
By the Author.

Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr.

“Free at last.  Free at last.
Thank God Almighty
I’m Free at last.”

An Unknown Atheist:

This is one of the most famous funny tombstone quotes and it is from an epitaph from a graveyard in Thurmont, Maryland. It remains unknown who the atheist in question was, but we are sure he had a sharp sense of humour!
“Here lies an atheist.
All dressed up with no place to go.”

Friday, May 22, 2020

Epitaph

Today I was introduced to the poem Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote as an epitaph to be put on his gravestone. I want to write my own.


Epitaph

Stop, Christian passer-by!—Stop, child of God,
And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod
A poet lies, or that which once seemed he.
O, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.;
That he who many a year with toil of breath
Found death in life, may here find life in death!
Mercy for praise—to be forgiven for fame
He asked, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same!

Thursday, May 21, 2020

The Aluminum Mysteries


Every 6:00 PM, I "facetime" my prayer partner and we pray the Rosary.  He cracks me up.  He mispronounces some words and can't stop yawning, while we pray.  Tonight he only yawned six times. We count.

Since today is Thursday, we meditated on the Luminous Mysteries of the rosary, which he mispronounces as the "aluminum mysteries." 

He always wants to put in the announcing of a mystery, "the repentance of Jesus."

What?  Huh?

There's no repentance mystery? 

No.

You sure?

Yes.

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Misinterpretations



The most bizarre thing happened to me.  I was accused of saying something I would never say.  I denied it, of course.

I confronted my accuser.  She re-enacted the circumstances in detail: "Don't you remember.  You and I were talking in the foyer and you asked me...."

Suddenly, I remembered.  I did say that.

I didn't believe it.  How did I do that!  How could that have happened?  What is the matter with me?

But I didn't mean it the way she took it.  I said what I would never mean to say.  What was the matter with me?

This happened to me months ago.  It's bothered me all this time. I think I know what happened.  I didn't mean what I said in the way my listener took it.  My words were misinterpreted or misread.  My words were perceived in a way that I would never intend.

What I intended to do was discuss the meeting we had just attended.  I wanted to know her opinion. My accuser thought I was taking sides and immediately went and told our friend that I was taking sides. I did say what I said, but my words were misinterpreted as taking sides when what I wanted to do was discuss the argument.

Well, I learned a lesson.  One: watch my choice of words.  I've got to make the purpose of my words clear.  Two: _________is a snitch.

Monday, May 18, 2020

What I Was Taught By My "Cloistered Brothers"

I was taught some valuable lessons on what is important in social relations from my "cloistered brothers."


  • Look people in the eye when shaking hands.  Don't shake hands and look beyond the person you're shaking hands with and the same is true when talking to the person.  Focus on the person in front of you.
  • Don't trust perceptions.  Everybody has a persona.  That's not their real identity.
  • Don't snitch.  Mercy trumps judgment.
  • One mistake can change your life.
  • Everyone has dignity.
  • Everyone can change.
  • Emotional prison is the worst punishment.
  • Everything can be taken away but no one can take away your faith.
  • Family is a precious commodity.

Sunday, May 17, 2020

Start Preparing

Archbishop Di Noia writes that it awfully coincidental that this Quarantine occurred during Lent.  In an article in First Things, "In God's Time," he considers God's timing. 


What a meditation!  If we're not in the end times, then we've got one foot in the door and the other on a banana peel.  And do you think it's a Godincidence that the readings in the Office of Readings in the Liturgy of Hours are from Revelation?

Maybe we should think about receiving the Sacrament of Reconciliation.  

Saturday, May 16, 2020

An Adventure into a Cult

Storming Heaven by Kyle Mills is a mystery, a thriller, and a good novel.  The main protagonist, Mark Beamon is an FBI agent.  He's good at his job but considered a loose cannon.  In this case, a loose cannon is exactly what is needed to get the job done.

His assignment is to find a teenaged girl.  She was kidnapped by the Church of Evolution.  This Church is very popular and has people in high places as contacts.  Mark loses his credit cards.  His bank account is closed.  He's called a pedophile.  He's kicked off the case--all due to the right strings pulled by the Church of Evolution.

I gather this is the second novel with Mark Beamon as the main character.  He's the first cop I've ever read that regrets killing the bad guys.  He's very compassionate.  I think any reader love him and want to read more.

Friday, May 15, 2020

Pandemic Poetry

This poem is too preachy, which makes it not a poem.  But I hope alluding to nature and my diction deflects my tendency to moralize.  Hence this poem is a crossbred nature poem, mixed with biology and science which results in a new genre--pandemic poetry.

The Devil  Rides on Bacilli

Pernicious evil growing
from dark pathogens
unearthed in a Wuhan lab
or the open market.

Eaten by an ant.
Swallowed by a bat.
Lapped by a pangolin.
Relished by a man.

No reason to make ado.
Some always look to blame.
Others always find conspiracy.
Then there's just bad Karma.

The fact that it survives
washing hands,
wearing gloves,
donning face masks,

is a testimony to the stubbornness
of an enemy beyond our eyes,
waiting to pounce and ride
round the world with abandonment.

What weapon will kill it?
Soap and vaccine will slow
but never have victory over
a bloodless, fleshless germ.

Wait till summer, some say.
The heat will kill the virus.
Then throw this bane back
to hell where it was conceived.





Thursday, May 14, 2020

On Line Kerygma


Community has been on my mind.  Since the quarantine, my parish has done nothing except send out a weekly email with referrals to diocesan resources and a Sunday Gospel reflection.

Meanwhile, I participate in the Mass by watching a neighboring parish’s Mass on YouTube.  This parish also has a zoom scripture sharing that I participate in.

Lately, I realize that I feel very close to these people in my zoom community.  I don’t know them but I feel like I do; much more than I ever felt close to my own parish community.  Why?  Perhaps because I’m interacting with them, whereas in my parish I go to Mass and go home.  I go to church to pray not to socialize.

I feel the urge to thank this zoom community and their priest by contributing financially to their parish, maybe even registering in their parish.

But what about my own poor parish?  Is this what people mean when they say they left the church because it didn’t meet their needs?

Do you think parishes will lose their parishioners because they feel abandoned by their priests?  That’s how I feel and it is why I am leaning towards going to this other parish where their priest connects with his parishioners.  I feel bad because my priests are older and probably not comfortable with technology but isn’t that just laziness?  Surely they can reach out to tech people to help them learn what to do. 

Anyway, these are my thoughts this morning. There are different kinds of communities and I feel pretty close to my online friends.  The online community is today’s kerygma.

And think of my poor "cloistered brothers!"  They have no community because they're locked in, i.e., no fraternity meetings, no work, no classes, no cafeteria, not even praying together!  Will they be hungry for the Eucharist, or forget about it?  How do you forget God?

But people do.

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

Today is May 13th!


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Tuesday, May 12, 2020

A Fable

If you read The Alchemist by Paul Coelho as an adult mystery, or a thriller, or a romance, you will be greatly disappointed.  Although at times, The Alchemist is all three of those genres.  It is mainly an allegorically spiritual novel aimed for young adults and adults; it's for all ages.

It is about Santiago who lives in Spain.  He keeps dreaming of treasure and pyramids while shepherding his sheep.  One day he meets a king named Melchizedek, who advises him to follow his dream and find his treasure.  He follows this advice and the adventures he comes across are the stories.

The plot is fantastically imaginative.  Religions are mixed up with references to Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, etc..  That's why I described it as spiritual and not religious.  There's something for everybody.

The moral is to follow your dream.

Sunday, May 10, 2020

Mother's Day in a COVID-19 World

What a strange Mother's Day!  I have already received greeting cards from my children, so this morning they all texted me.  Maybe that would have happened, anyway.  Maybe not.

Usually, my daughter with the swimming pool would have invited everyone over for a cook-out.  Not that it was ever warm enough to go swimming, but it's the principle of the thing.  Cook-outs are better pool-side.  But today, I received a bouquet of lilies, sent overnight.  Another present was a hummingbird feeder because my old one burst during the winter.  The liquid inside it froze and expanded.  Another present was my daughter came over and worked in my garden  The seeds are planted. 

What could be better? 

Dinner with the family?  That's what was missing--the get-together.  I always get cards and presents.  But hubby and I eat across from each other, every day.  Mother's Day should be different.

Friday, May 8, 2020

A Piece of Peter of Verona's Heart


Relic of His Heart by Jane Lebak had me when I read that the angel wanted to find the relic of Peter of Verona.  Yes, this saint is known by all Dominicans as Peter Martyr.  He is the Order's first martyr.  This picture of him indicates that he is asking permission to speak.  He's not telling anyone to be quiet
because the cloister is quiet.  He's giving the signal to his prior, asking for permission to speak.  Most probably he will say, "Credo in Deum."  "I believe in God."  This is what Peter Martyr wrote on the ground, in his own blood, as he lay dying.

Relic of His Heart by Jane Lebak is an entertaining and interesting read.  There are two plots: one concerns midwifery and the trials and tribulations a midwife encounters (and that's pretty hairy), and the other plot concerns finding the relic of Peter Martyr and returning it to its proper home (and that's intense!)  The relic was stolen by American soldiers while they were Italy.  The soldiers ransacked the church and burned it down.  Returning the relic would give impetus to the town to rebuild the church.
       I was surprised by both plots.  You can not say you know how the stories end because you don't and you won't until the author ties everything together.  Then you want a sequel.  It's that good.

The novel ended with a quote from Josemaria Escriva that is a keeper.

"You say you've failed!  We never fail.  You placed your confidence wholly in God.  Nor did you neglect any human means.  Convince yourself of this truth: your success--this time,                                                             in this--was to fail.  Give thanks to our Lord...and try again!"                                                                                                      The  Way no. 404

Thursday, May 7, 2020

Postcards From a Prison Pandemic # 5



Postcards From a Prison Pandemic
Moon Shot: Part 5
The Wall
by a
“Cloistered Brother”


Early in the 1990s, the Massachusetts Department of Correction faced a dilemma at MCI-Norfolk.  The concrete wall built in the 1930s that surrounded the prison was crumbling.  Cracks ran through portions of the imposing perimeter.  Bits of concrete that had fallen to the ground were collected regularly by correctional officers as they walked the green space between the inner perimeter fence and wall, a space called the “Dead Man Zone.”

The DOC was presented with two fixes.  The wall could be rebuilt or a high-grade security fence could be installed, in place of the wall.  Rebuilding the wall was the more expensive of the two options and tall concrete security walls had gone out of vogue in prison construction by the 1990s.  In fact, when the DOC converted Bay State Correctional Center, next door to Norfolk, into a medium-security prison a few years earlier, they had chosen to use the fencing.

Yet, when the time came for the DOC to make a choice, the department chose the outdated and overpriced option.  The DOC rebuilt Norfolk’s wall.  Why? Because no one in authority could imagine Norfolk without a wall.

One thing I have learned during my nearly fifteen years of incarceration is that the primary driver in how individual prisons function is not a mission statement, governing philosophy, or five years strategic plan.  What really determines how a prison operates is architecture.

In this edition of Postcards From a Prison Pandemic’s “Moon Shot” series, we look at prison architecture and how many prison facilities can no longer be used in a COVID-19 world.
From office parks to college campuses, a critical examination is going on to the deter COVID-19 world.  While today’s news contains reports of possible vaccines and potential treatments to try to stave off the coronavirus, medical experts will tell you that there is far more that we do not know about this virus than we do know.

We do not know how long it will take for us to fully mitigate COVID-19.  We do not know what the next wave will be like. We do not know if antibodies provide those who have had the virus with any level of extended protection. We do not know if this virus will easily morph into multiple strains that will require us to develop multiple vaccines.  We want the coronavirus and COVID-19 to go away, but we do not know if it ever will.

What we do know is that public spaces built to reinforce the tight congregation of people are currently obsolete. This means that every prison in Massachusetts, perhaps every prison in America, is obsolete.  I know how difficult this idea will be for many to grasp. But the facts are the facts.
Since 1877, when what is today MCI-Framingham was built, prisons in Massachusetts have been built to house people in close quarters.  Over the past 143 years, as more prisons came online in the state, more people found themselves trapped inside.

Through the years, Massachusetts has gone through periods of prison building and renovations.  The first was in the 1870s, followed by one in 1930, another in the early 1970s, and one in the late 1980s.  The state last built a prison in 1998 but has continued to remodel and repurpose facilities over the past twenty-two years.  Almost every building project had at its core, one purpose: Incarcerate more people more efficiently.

Today, MCI-Norfolk holds 1300 people.  Many of the lifers who have been here for more than thirty years can remember a time when the prison held 800 or fewer.  So, how do you pack an additional 500 people into a prison?  You pack them in tighter. Two-man cells, four-man cells, six-man cells, and large dormitories are now a central part of the DOC’s housing plan.  Women and men are shoehorned into living spaces that were never built to accommodate current populations.

Since the outbreak of COVID-19, which is spreading through most state prisons, what has been the DOC’s solution to this congregational health crisis?  The prisons went into lockdown and the DOC issued a memo instructing people housed in multiple bunk cells and dorms simply to sleep head-to-foot.  Okay, but what is a person supposed to do during a month-long (so far) lockdown?  Are the people supposed to spend weeks on end lying in bed head-to-foot until the present crisis passes? As soon as one person in such a cell stands or even sits up in bed, social distancing is over.  When I note this problem to a staff member two weeks ago, the response I got was, “It is what it is.”

Earlier in this series, I wrote about the challenges of delivering education and programming in a COVID-19 world.  I talked about how the buildings where prisoners go to school and attend rehabilitative programs are far too small to continue to serve the prison population.  When you look at these areas and prisoner living spaces, it is clear that there is almost nowhere inside a prison where a person can go to be safe from COVID-19.

In 2018, the state legislature passed an omnibus crime bill to begin the process of overhauling the state’s criminal punishment system.  During the reform push, Governor Charlie Baker negotiated and received the ability to issue $ 560 million in bonds to build and remodel prisons in the Commonwealth.  The governor was quietly on his way to using the first $ 50 million of that money to build a new women’s prison until Lois Ahrens and The Real Cost of Prisons Project shined a spotlight on the process.  In late February, the DOC informed me in a letter that the new prison had been put on hold and would be re-evaluated.

In a COVID-19 world, the DOC is now also forced to re-evaluate all the state’s current prisons.  Let me be clear, the answer is not to build new prisons that allow for social distancing.  As I wrote earlier in this series, there are many people incarcerated who should not be locked up.  Like Lois Ahrens and all those who support The Real Cost of Prisons Project, we must stand guard to prevent the DOC from using the coronavirus to expand its physical footprint, rather than reducing its unnecessarily high prison population.

A better solution to the DOC’s housing crisis is to look to Europe where in many locations, authorities house those sentenced in far different ways than America.  Countries like Germany and Norway have created facilities that look like modern apartment complexes, not gulags.  In these complexes, sentenced people live in a community of other sentenced people, but they often work, study, and attend programs in the larger public community.

What is odd is that some of the progressive thinking that led to this form of corrections was nurtured in America—in Massachusetts—in Norfolk.  The prison where I am housed was built in the early 1930s as a social experiment.  The Norfolk Prison Colony was conceived and run in its early days by Harvard Professor Howard Gill.  Professor Gill invented a space that was meant not only to reflect the world outside but also to interact with it daily.  Instead of cells, Colony residents lived inside rooms.  Instead of multi-tiered housing units full of bars and concrete, Norfolk’s residents lived inside three-story houses that looked like English row homes.  There were no housing officers.  Instead, each house had a House Manager—a civilian employee who not only managed the house but slept there each night as well.  Norfolk changed as more fences and gates were installed.  Today, it functions in most ways like any other medium-security prison in the state.  During that same time, America abandoned the idea of communities like Norfolk Colony and began building concrete boxes filled with cages.

In a COVID-19 world, prisons can no longer function as presently built. The question remains as to which government officials will be the first to have the imagination to embrace this reality.  The physical transition of America’s prison infrastructure will be one of the many big challenges faced by state governments moving forward.

The DOC is responsible for my care and custody.  But in a COVID-19 world, my custody is now detrimental to my care.  Like Norfolk’s wall in the early 1990s, the entire infrastructure of prisons is crumbling due to the coronavirus.  I hope that officials will this time choose not the unacceptable architecture of the past, but will instead choose to imagine something new.

Zechariah

 In Luke 1:5-25, we see Zechariah doubting the message the angel, the Lord sent.  I always felt this was unfair because Mary doubts also, ...