Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Thank you. That's what I've been trying to say.
Michelle Malkin ticked me off the other day. I really don't recall the Holy Father ever saying we should open our borders and let everyone in, but since he's in-line with Holy Mother Church and not Holy Mother Party, he's anathema.
Then again, she also says on her blog that she left the Catholic church, in part, for "its stance on illegal immigration".
Is it just me, or is that just totally backwards?
Lest anyone stumble onto this post and hang me for an amnesty enthusiest, let it be known I'm not. I think people should play by the rules, dadgummit, and people who don't pay and have never paid taxes shouldn't get tax-payers benefits (which seems like a "duh" to me). I also think Christians are called to do what they can to uphold human dignity and preserve families.
Wait... I think I just mixed parts from two opposing political view points. Crap! Take cover! Your monitor is about to explode!
I hate politics. Have I mentioned that?
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
On a Tuesday morning, about two weeks after John Paul's death, a week and a half since his burial, and a day since the Conclave had begun, I was passing through the student center between classes. It was my habit to get something fast and unhealthy to eat while doing the reading I'd put off to the last possible. There was a study lounge that had once been a church, and despite the taupe paint and aisles of couches rather than pews, it still had a peaceful stillness about it that made it my go-to after I was done eating. If memory serves, that's where I was headed when I got a call (perhaps it was a text?) from my mom.
"There's white smoke!"
I stopped dead in my tracks. Where's the nearest tv?, I thought,and spun around, bolting back to the food court. Thankfully one of the monitors was already on a news network, because at that moment I had no qualms whatsoever with changing it from MTV, no matter how many people were watching. Suddenly oblivious to my peers, I dragged a chair under the TV and turned the volume up as loud as it would go, which still barely carried over the din of shuffling, munching, and gossip. My mom and a church friend were both sending me play-by-play texts as I stood under the TV with my hands over my heart and my jaw hung open.
I'd made it in time to catch that remarkable announcement: "Habemus Papam!" The sense that I was caught up with a billion other Catholics and untold other interested parties in a monumental moment grew as I watched the scores of faithful in St. Peter's doing exactly the same thing I was doing. I remember hardly being able to breath, and laughing at myself because I was about to start crying in the middle of Trabant. I never cry.
I thought, "I wonder if it's Ratzinger." His was one of the few "candidate" faces I was familiar with because he had presided at John Paul II's funeral, which I had stayed up all night to watch. I had decided I liked him.
And sure enough, his was the name called. He would now be called Benedict, and as he emerged onto the balcony, I found myself grinning ear to ear (probably looking utterly nuts to my more secularly minded bretheran), and excited. For what, I didn't know. Probably whatever it was God had in store for us through this man.
Last week, just days before the third anniversary of his election, as I was sitting in Nationals Stadium waiting for the Holy Father's arrival, my mind wandered back to that day and I again felt that unique sense of unity. Again, I simultaneously teared up and smiled.
God never disappoints.
I've yet to figure out how to slow the blasted thing down. You can click through one at a time, or see the pictures bigger and at your own pace by clicking on the little logo in the bottom right corner.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
I have quite a few pictures and puny thoughts to share, but have not yet gone through the process of picking which from the well of the aforementioned I will actually thrust upon you.
In the meantime, check out the little thingy on the right, in which you will see some of my "shared" posts from other, better blogs. Good stuff.
- Panis angelicus
- fit panis hominum;
- Dat panis coelicus
- figuris terminum:
- O res mirabilis!
- Manducat Dominum
- Pauper, servus et humilis.
- Te trina Deitas
- unaque poscimus:
- Sic nos tu visita,
- sicut te colimus;
- Per tuas semitas
- duc nos quo tendimus,
- Ad lucem quam inhabitas.
- The Bread of Angels
- becomes the bread of men;
- The Bread of heaven
- ends all prefigurations:
- What wonder!
- a poor and humble servant
- consumes him, the Lord.
- We beg of You,
- God, One in Three
- that you visit us,
- as we worship You.
- By your ways,
- lead us who seek
- the light in which You dwell.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
It's when people say stuff that is either utterly ignorant or abjectly inflammatory (and in either case is abysmally stupid) that I get annoyed.
"[Pope Benedict XVI] has issued some of the most hurtful and extreme rhetoric against our community of any religious leader in history, and we want to call him into account for the damage that he's done," said Marianne Duddy-Burke, executive director of DignityUSA.
...Seriously? For the gay cause, out of all of history, Pope Benedict is the most damaging religious leader ever? Not the ones who burned homosexuals at the stake? Or those leaders in Islam who will flat out tell you homosexuals should be killed?
Well, I guess being told you immortal soul is loved but in danger, and that you need to change is a lot more threatening than violence.
Watching this fills me with a sudden and enlivening excitement. I've been so preoccupied by preparing my plans, etc., for my prolonged absence, I hadn't stopped to consider that I'll be seeing the Holy Father in a mater of days. Slightly more than twenty four hours from now, I'll touch down at BWI, and about 36 hours later I'll see the man in person.
And yes, he is "only a man", but so is my dad. That doesn't make him any less important to me, and I am close to speechless about seeing the Vicar of Christ in the same physical space with me.
I am compelled, at this moment, to express my deep gratitude for this chance. It seems every passing day shows me to be even more fortunate than I had realized myself to be, when I have done exactly nothing to deserve it.
So, thanks, for everything.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
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That's not at all excessive.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Do forgive the lack of substantial blogging and the abundance of student quotes and links. The next couple of weeks are going to be pretty nutty, and I'm trying to get ahead of the game. To wit:
- Going to Indiana early Friday morning for an orientation/retreat thinger.
- Coming back late Sunday night
- Field trip to Sea World next Tuesday (Hell. Yes.)
- Leaving for Maryland Tuesday evening...
- ...to take Melissa to her dress rehearsal on Wednesday...
- ...to sing for the Holy Father on Thursday!
Anyway, if you do the math, that means of ten school days I'm only teaching five, so I have a boat load of stuff to do to make sure my classes are actually taught something during me extensive absence. I used to think when my teachers missed school, it was just a nice day off for them, but I see now how wrong that is. Getting ready to be out might be more work than being there in the first place, never mind the anxiety about my classes getting off track this close to the end of the year.
But for Notre Dame, Sea World, the Pope, and my family, it's totally worth it.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
A symbol like that, carried by young people who want to deliver a message of peace, should be allowed to pass.-Henri Serandour, head of the French Olympic Committee, after Paris's Olympic torch relay was disrupted Monday by Free Tibet demonstrations(via Time's Quotes of the Day)
"Each generation seems to have a different idea of what is acceptable in the workplace, and in this situation I was highly offended," says Cohen, who works at a marketing firm in Philadelphia. "I was actually not allowed to attend a meeting because my attire was deemed 'inappropriate.' People my age are taught to express themselves, and saying something negative about someone's fashion is saying something negative about them."
Monday, April 7, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
- Chris, master of Cynical Romanticism, who I have pretty much always called Topher and often call Brother (which throws people way off, and I love it). He's a sophomore at Catholic U, and is among the smartest and freakin' funniest people I've ever known. I am as proud of him as a blood sister would be. He's just getting back into the blog thing after a long absence.
- Brittany (not Britney), is Casting Out into the Deep as a "pre-nun" with the sisters out in California (for now). I stumbled across her blog some months ago, started stalking her, and ended up sharing a room with her when I went out to the Religious Ed Congress in February. She's smart and sassy.
- Paul of Alive and Young. Paul moved to Delaware during my senior year at the University. He's a Southern boy who makes sweet potatoes the same way my mama does (but, sorry, not as good as my Mama does!). He, too, is smart and witty. (I see a theme...)
- Joe, the Journeyman Carpenter, who I haven't ever met, but who often leaves generous comments here. He seems to be posting to his blog more often, and I hope he continues!
All these folks comment with some frequency -- thank you!
The rest of you: jump in the game! I don't bite, I swear. ;-)
Which is what this reminds me of:
"I was worried I wasn't going to make it... I was pinned down by sniper fire at the Burbank airport."
-Hillary Balboa, joking on Leno
It's official. Aside from not liking her politics, this woman is getting on my nerves.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
...for four years was the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception. I went there one day while I was home because, realistically, it was my last chance. I took about a million pictures and tried to suck in all the details to carry around with me for the next... however long until I see it again.
I will miss it.
Until just now, when I had my first mosquito sighting of the season.
Dang. Forgot about those, and the 50+ bites I had from the knees down at one point last summer.
"But you know, the Chinese word for 'crisis' also has the character for 'opportunity' in it. So, I guess anytime something bad happens something good happens, too."
Do you know how freakin' long it took me to learn that? She's ten!
Melissa has inspired me to create a "theophany" label, which up to this point I had intentionally avoided because the entire content of this site is supposed to be on theophanies, but this is just too much.
Sybil?? I totally meant Cassandra. Why did I say Sybil??
And even Cassandra isn't a nice thing to compare myself too. She was cursed to be a prophet who always spoke truth but was never believed. Not my situation. At all.
I'm a dummy, basically.