In the pew just in front

In the pew just in front of me today I noticed an elderly couple, perhaps in their eighties. The man said something kind to his wife and his wife just sat there and even though I was looking at them from the back I could tell a smile waved her entire being as she elbowed him with an affectionate nudge. I don't think even a handful of diamonds could do that. I wonder if they realized what a good witness they so eloquently expressed to the guy sitting behind them.

before people are up

Nothing like in the early morning before people are up and have revved their machines to just sit on a rock and watch the sun glint off the water coming at you 186,00 miles per second. Funny it doesn't feel that fast. Isn't God amazing how he can give that kind of speed to something and you don't even notice?

On My Sunrise Swim

On my sunrise swim saw a tern in its swallow like flying tapestry drop like it was shot and go down into the water. Immediately he popped up with a fish and greedily guzzled it, midflight. I have read that they will poke with their beaks at the head of any intruders to nesting sites---I wonder if they are tempted to do so also in the guarding of their cuisine? As he dived quite nearby (I was in deep water) I thought of that possibility.

The Unusual Silence of the Truth-telling Meda and the Most Reverends Jackson and Sharpton

I read in the mainstream of the call for a day of protests, mass insurrections over this travesty of justice, this malignant form of racism that has just surfaced again, a review by the board of Justice, a threat of riots and revenge over this acquittal of George Zimmerman---all fueled largely by the objective, truth-telling media and the Most Reverends Jesse and Al. I'm at a loss for why these godly, heroic, men of the cloth and the objective, truth-telling media seem so strangely quiet about all the other killings (that have incidentally not been deemed self-defense by first, the police, and then by the hand-picked jury) that happen everyday in the City and in the Clinic.

Tribute to Mr. Lewis and Mr. Chesterton

Sometimes I get the feeling that if it wasn't for C.S. Lewis and G.K. Chesterton I would be without words. I would be a wordless writer without a thing to write.

I wasn't expecting writing about this today...

Breastfeeding in public: I came upon a fb post about this and the article was about how good this is. I am all for it as well. It is natural. It is the God-ordained way of nourishing the infant. However, there is a group of people that I will call the 'immodesty crowd' that seek to flaunt this as something that must have the complete light of day; in other words, done as an exposition. They are the same folks that if they could would expose the intimate relations of man and woman in a public park. They have lost sight of the fact that the most sacred things are covered and done discreetly, though they be in a public setting. It is not that the breastfeeding is done publicly, but how it is done. Those things most holy and thereby beautiful are most appropriately covered. We must realize that the immodesty crowd wants to flaunt so many things that at one time were hidden or kept private, I believe with the agenda to cheapen and debase what is beautiful. The public exposure is like too much light allowed on undeveloped film. There are reasons there are darkrooms.

Should Heat Overcome a Homily?

With all due respect Fr. if it is 150 degrees I would still want the Word. It is intergrel to the power of the Eucharist. Fans do not leave Fenway when it is hot. And the Red Sox don't preach anything near as essential to life as the Word of God. You give such a genuine word from the pulpit that all the parish would be poorer for not having that word even if it was as hot as Venus.