The Bully Pulpit

On Oct. 6, the preacher at evening Mass used his time at the pulpit to discuss Respect Life Sunday with great passion. That seems logical enough, but the homily took a turn for the insulting—at least to this parishioner—and I’ve been struggling with going back to Mass ever since. Part of the...

A Lesson from Snow White

Last night, the bedtime story my daughter chose was about Snow White wanting to visit with the dwarfs because she hadn’t seen them for a while. She decided to send word ahead that she would be stopping by at noon. They immediately began preparations—cleaning and cooking—for her arrival. Only things...

The Odds

Did you place a bet on the presidential election? I hope not, since that is illegal. However, I am willing to bet that no matter who wins this election, we are in for more of the same old gridlock in Congress. Judging from the muckraking attack ads that have been paid for by the PACs and secretive sponsors,...

Retracing My Steps

I went back to the desert for a few days last week. Not a metaphorical desert, as is my wont during Lent or other times of spiritual need, but to Phoenix, AZ. Back in the 1980s, I had lived there for five years as a newlywed, and had not been back since a trip there for a conference in 1992. A few months...

Scout Mass

Last minute requests are usually frustrating. I ran into a last minute “Help!” request last Monday. The priest scheduled for the Sunday liturgy at a huge scouting event could not make it due to a family medical emergency. The coordinator called me since I had been there before and had helped previously...

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