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Saturday, July 31, 2021
Auxiliary bishop reveals why he voted against Eucharistic document
Is an Audience Necessary?
Megan McKenna is a storyteller I enjoy listening to. I first encounter her at the Religious Education Congress in Los Angeles. I was using her story, "Listen Skillfully," for meditation. This piece tells of a musician who lost his listener. Eventually, the musician gave up playing his music.
This reminded me of the question, "If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around, does it make a sound?" Of course, because a tree falling vibrated the air, so even though no one heard it, there was noise. So Megan's story had me wondering what the musician heard. Couldn't he play for himself? My friend Billy sometimes laments that no one listens to his radio show, but he continues on, anyway--for himself, because he enjoys it. And I am thankful that Billy does continue. My life is too crazy to be a faithful listener, but when I have the time, I enjoy Billy's music.
So the answer is "no". The audience isn't necessary.
Thursday, July 29, 2021
Pastoral Concerns Should Come First
Wednesday, July 28, 2021
The Emperor's Clothing
Do you dress up for Mass? When I'm with my friends who do, I do. When I'm alone, not so much. Do I think God cares? He might be pleased that I thought Him special enough to take care to dress up. But I know He looks at my inside more than my outside. Is my soul in a state of grace? That's dressed up for God.
1 Peter 3: 3-4
Do not adorn yourselves outwardly by wearing fine clothing; rather, let your adornment be the inner self with the lasting beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in God's sight.
Maybe we should focus on the Mass and not people's clothing.
Sunday, July 25, 2021
The Olympic Flame and Apostolic Succession
The Olympic Flame and Apostolic
Succession
When trying to explain apostolic succession, I’ve often
linked the concept to inheritance, i.e., property, the family farm or business
that has been handed down generation to generation. However, presently while watching the 2020/21
Olympic Ceremony, I think contrasting the Olympic Flame might be a better
analogy.
The origin of the flame is a legend. The flame is said to have been stolen from
the gods by Prometheus and given to the people.
In ancient Greece, every four years at the start of the games, a fire
was lit to honor Zeus and his wife, Hera.
The current Olympic flame is ignited in front of Hera’s temple every
four years. [1]
This tradition was reintroduced for the 1928 Summer Olympics
and in 1936 for the Winter Olympics. Nowadays, the Olympic Torch is ignited
several months before the start of the next games. Eleven women representing vestal virgins
(virgins guarding the flame in the temple of the goddess Vesta), light the
torch. The Olympic Anthem is sung and
then the anthem of the country hosting the Olympic games. The fire is kept aflame and travels by
various methods to the forthcoming games, via plane, boat, runners, etc.
Impressive as this Olympic tradition may be, it pales when
contrasted to the Roman Catholic tradition of Apostolic Succession. Catholics
believe that Jesus handed down His authority to His Apostles, and the apostles
handed down this authority to the first bishops, and the first bishops to the
following bishops, and so on.[2]
Jesus declares to His apostles, “he who receives you,
receives Me, and he who rejects you, rejects Me and the One who sent Me.” Jesus
freely gives His authority to the apostles in order for them to effectively
convert the world.[3]
The apostles passed on this authority. One of the first deeds the apostles performed
after Pentecost was to appoint another apostle and confer/ordain him. Matthias was chosen.[4]
Visibly we see the apostolic succession when the Bishop lays
his hands on the individual to be ordained.
Catholics are familiar with the “laying of hands.” We see this gesture at healing masses,
ordinations, and special blessings. It is through the bishops’ authority that
the grace of the sacrament is passed down to our ministers.[5]
From Jesus to the present time, apostolic succession has
been passed on. That’s longer that the
Olympic flame and more infinitely more precious.
Wednesday, July 21, 2021
Sailing Along for Fifty Years
My husband and I celebrated our fiftieth wedding anniversary, earlier this month. As an anniversary present, one of our daughters gave us tickets for a sunset cruise on The Liberte, a schooner that cruises Vineyard Sound.
It sounds wonderful and it was. Surprisingly, the hit of the cruise was the passengers. We had two bachelorette parties, among the other sundry passengers. These young ladies were bringing their brides-to-be friends on the cruise. Consequently, the mood was gay and celebratory.
Once out of Falmouth Harbor, all six sails were hoisted. The Liberte is a 72-foot schooner, which the captain tried to explain to us landlubbers, but it was hard to hear him over the wind, sails flapping, and the mirth of young ladies giggling and shrieking with laughter.
But I did learn the answers to some questions I've always been perplexed by. Cape Cod is shaped like a bended arm, with Falmouth and Mashpee being the shoulder and Wellfleet and Provincetown being the fist. Yet, Falmouth and Mashpee are called the Upper cape and Provincetown and Wellfleet-the Lower Cape. That's right--the exact opposite of what you would think when looking at a map, which shows Provincetown higher than Falmouth--the Lower Cape is higher than Upper Cape.
Why? Any thinking person would ask.
The answer has to do with the wind. Sailors sail upwind to get to Falmouth and downwind to get to Provincetown. By the way, that's also why going to Maine is called "Down East." It all has to do with sailing with the wind.
I learned all this while watching the sunset, as we sailed at a good tack, between Martha's Vineyard and Woods Hole and Falmouth. Then suddenly, an ominous cloud arose over Martha's Vineyard and all too soon hasten towards us. Would this turn into a "dark and stormy night"?
The captain directed our attention to the formation and explained that he expected this--the weatherman predicted a foggy night. The Liberte is equipped with radar and a GPS.
It didn't take long for us to be in the thick of it. Soon we were surrounded by grey sea and sky. We couldn't see neither the stern nor the bow of the schooner. The drunks never noticed.
Now, my family has owned sailboats for over twenty years. We loved the fact that sailboats are so quiet, serene, and peaceful. And now, when the drunks had calm moments, it was nice and peaceful with the breezes cooling us off from the humidity. But, in the thick soup of fog, it was eerie...quiet... ominous...and creepy...until the drunks' shrieks of laughter broke the sinister mood.
We all looked around at each other and joined in the gleeful merriment, with relief. This was fun--an adventure--a story in the making.
Soon we heard the buoy bell and saw the light from Nobska Lighthouse. And within ten minutes we dropped the sails and turned on the motor to sail between the red and green lights marking the entrance to Falmouth Harbor.
Our captain was an experienced sailor. We were impressed with how skillfully the schooner was quickly docked alongside the pier.
The goodbyes were cheery and the young ladies invited us all to follow them to Liam Mcguires to continue the gaiety. But hubby and I are simple, old folk, and after a few "Cape Codders" and a swaying, rolling, and pitching cruise, we were looking forward to "lights out."
Old sailors never die, they simply return to port.
Monday, July 19, 2021
Our Lady of Czestochowa and/or Twa Mak
Sunday, July 18, 2021
Boston Archdiocese issues statement on 'Traditionis Custodes'
Thursday, July 15, 2021
Cariniana Week
Tuesday, July 13, 2021
Please Pray
For the rest of this year dedicated to St. Joseph, please pray for the canonization of Blessed Pere Marie Jean-Joseph Lataste, O.P..
Lord Jesus, who died on the cross for the salvation of all, by the intercession of St. Joseph, grant unto us the canonization of Pere Lataste.
Monday, July 12, 2021
Peter, Peter, Peter
Plagiarism doesn’t count, when the plagiarist and the person copied, are both dead, I guess. I’ve been reading The Adventures of Peter Cottontail by Thornton W. Burgess, to my grandchildren. I happened to mention this to a friend who asked me, “Didn’t Beatrix Potter write Peter Rabbit?”
Yes, she did.
Who copied whom?
I googled Thornton Burgess.
He lived from 1874 to 1964.
Beatrix Potter lived from 1866 to 1943.
So they lived around the same time. Beatrix was English. Thornton was American; in fact, from
Massachusetts.
Beatrix wrote The Tale
of Peter Rabbit in 1902.
Thornton wrote the Adventures
of Peter Cottontail in 1914.
Beatrix wrote about nature and Peter’s rabbit friends,
Mopsy, Flopsy, and Cotton-tail.
Thornton wrote about nature too, and his Peter’s friends
were Reddy Fox, Shadow the Weasel, Johnny Chuck, Billy Possum, and they all
lived in the Green Forest, the Green Meadows, and the Smiling Pool narrated by
Old Mother West Wind.
By the time Thornton’s little boy was old enough to read to,
Thornton read him Beatrix Potter’s The
Tale of Peter Rabbit. A few years
later when Thornton tried to make up a bed time story for his son, he changed
the name of the rabbit to Cottontail.
The four year old wouldn’t let his father change the name. In fact, the argument over the name is the
first chapter in The Adventures of Peter
Cottontail. Peter Rabbit thought his
name too common, so he changed it to Peter Cottontail. But then it proved to be confusing.
Thornton wasn’t the only plagiarist capitalizing on the
Peter Rabbit theme. The illustrator,
Harrison Cady, wrote a comic strip from 1920-1948, called Peter Rabbit.
In 1950, Gene Autry recorded the song, “Here Comes Peter Cottontail.”
The 1971 Easter television special “Here Comes Peter
Cottontail” was based on a 1957 novel by Priscilla and Otto Friedrich entitled “The
Easter Bunny that Overslept.”
But back to Thornton Burgess
because he’s from our neck of the woods.
He wrote his nature stories for over 50 years. Some call him the Bedtime Story-man. He was born in Sandwich, MA and stayed in MA
all his life. Today, the Thornton W.
Burgess Society continues to carry out the philosophies of Thornton Burgess’
stories. The society operates the Green
Briar Nature Center and Thornton W. Burgess Museum in Sandwich, MA and
publishes periodic newsletters to inspire reverence for wildlife and concern
for the natural environment.
By the time Thornton retired, he had written
more than 170 books and 15,000 stories for daily columns in newspapers.
Thornton Waldo Burgess was the son of Caroline
F. Haywood and Thornton W. Burgess Sr. a direct descendent of Thomas Burgess,
one of the first settlers of Sandwich in 1637.
Burgess was raised by his mother in Sandwich
after his father died in the year of his birth. As a youth he worked year round
in order to earn money. Some of his jobs included tending cows, picking arbutus
or berries, shipping water lilies from local ponds, selling candy and trapping
muskrats. William C. Chipman, one of his employers, lived on Discovery Hill
Road a wildlife habitat of woodland and wetland. This habitat became the
setting of so many of his stories in which he refers to Smiling Pool and the
Old Briar Patch.
Graduating from Sandwich High School in 1891,
Burgess attended a Business College in Boston from 1892-93. At the age of 17
Burgess briefly lived in Boston and then moved to Springfield, Massachusetts.
He bought a place in Hampden, Massachusetts in 1925 and made it his permanent
home in 1957. Returning frequently to Sandwich, Burgess claimed that to be his
birth place and spiritual home. Many of his childhood experiences and the
people he knew influenced his interest and concern for wildlife.
For the next fifty years, Burgess steadily
wrote books that were published around the world in many languages, including
Swedish, French, German, Spanish, Italian, and Gaelic. Collaborating with him
was his illustrator and friend, Harrison Cady of New York and Rockport,
Massachusetts. Cady gave us the familiar form of Peter Rabbit and other animal
characters that we recognize today in his comic strip.
Burgess was also actively involved with
conservation efforts. Some of his projects over his lifetime included:
·
"The Green Meadow
Club" for land conservation programs,
·
Help pass laws
protecting migrant wildlife,
·
The Bedtime Stories
Club" for wildlife protection programs,
·
"Happy Jack
Squirrel Saving Club" for War Savings Stamps & Bonds,
·
"The Radio Nature
League" broadcast from WBZA Springfield, MA.
For his efforts, an Honorary Literary Degree
was bestowed upon Burgess in 1938 from Northeastern University. The Boston
Museum of Science awarded him a special gold medal for "leading children
down the path to the wide wonderful world of the outdoors." He was also
awarded the distinguished Service Medal of the Permanent Wildlife Protection
Fund.
In 1960, Burgess published his last book,
"Now I Remember," an autobiography depicting memories of his early
life in Sandwich, as well as his career highlights. That same year, Burgess at
the age of 83, had published his 15,000th story. From 1912 to 1960, without
interruption, Burgess wrote a syndicated daily newspaper column titled
"Bedtime Stories."
The society operates the Green Briar Nature Center which is 15 minutes from the Bourne Bridge in Sandwich, MA. On 6 Discovery Road, East Sandwich.
Saturday, July 10, 2021
Afraid of Heights
Three of my friends are afraid of heights. I walk and hike with all three. I find it odd because I have vertigo but am not afraid. We don't walk up hills that they feel are too steep. In a way, I enjoy the hills, mostly because I want to see what's beyond them. This poem by Arthur Guiterman expresses my thoughts.
Hills
I never loved your plains!
Your gentle valleys.
Your drowsy country lanes
And pleached alleys.
I want my hills! -- the trail
That scorns the hollow,
Up, up the ragged shale
Where few will follow.
Up, over wooded crest
And mossy bowlder
With strong thigh, heaving chest
And swinging shoulder.
So let me hold my way,
By nothing halted,
Until, at close of day,
I stand, exalted.
High on my hills of dream--
Dear hills that know me!
And then, how fair will seem
The lands below me.
How pure, at vesper-time,
The far bells chiming!
God, give me hills to climb,
And strength for climbing!
Taken from DEATH AND GENERAL PUTNAM, by Arthur Guiterman, published and copyrighted by E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc., New York, 1935. This was found in Leaves of Gold An anthology of Prayers Memorable Phrases Inspirational Verse and Prose, ed. Clyde Frances Lytle, Brownlow Publishing Co. In. Fort Worth, Texas. ISBN 0-915720-74-4
Thursday, July 8, 2021
Please Pray for Sister Gloria Narváez Argoti
Sister Gloria Narvaez Argoti is a Franciscan Sister, who was kidnapped and has been held for four years in Mali, by terrorist groups. She is passed from one group to another. Presently, she is held by the GSIM (Groupe de Soutien à l’islam et aux Musulmans), the Group for the Support of Islam and Muslims.
Paulo Aido-ACN - published on 07/08/21 - updated on 07/08/21
Wednesday, July 7, 2021
Vatican has no automatic transfer of powers with pope in hospital
Tuesday, July 6, 2021
Fifty Years
Fifty years is more than a lifetime for some, even so, fifty years of marriage is something to celebrate. And so did hubby and I. We went away to Boston and stayed in a hotel and visited all the places and events we always wanted to go to but didn't have the time nor the money.
Besides the usual touristy attractions, the highlight of the trip was going to Mass together. As we were leaving, the shrine of Our Lady of Good Voyage, we shook hands with the pastor, Father De Fazio. I told him that we were Facebook friends and also that we were celebrating our fiftieth anniversary. Father De Fazio immediately put his hand up and gave us a blessing.
Wow. We were impressed.
That's what I considered the highlight of our anniversary!
Thursday, July 1, 2021
The Revelations Not Supernatural
In CNA today there was an article that interested me, "Vatican suppresses Catholic Movement..". What interested me was that the Vatican acknowledged good fruits from the movement, yet they still suppressed it. The Vatican said that the original revelations were not divine.
The letter from the Holy See said: “There are no elements such as to attribute a supernatural origin to the alleged phenomena from which the Movement arose, and that, on the contrary, it is possible to arrive at the moral certainty that these are personal experiences of the foundress that cannot be traced back to a supernatural action.”
Doesn't it make you wonder about Medjugorje? So the good done by the movement isn't taken into consideration, but rather its origin. I guess it was just a private revelation.
May God bless Maria Marino, who had the revelations. This was not a self-promoting gimmick. I can't find any photos of her. I assume the group shot above has her in the middle, but I don't know.
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