The Infighting will Continue until …

Grigorii, Sancti

…such point in time that the Messiah returns, riding on a cloud in glory.

Catholic news is continually stunning. Heated sides on every issue in every discussion call down the fires of judgment one upon the other; sniping for the sake of sniping is the norm in some quadrants.

Social media gives everyone a voice. But few know how to use it. Rants and raves take the place of the sharing of ideas and values. If you disagree with someone – even while admiring their courage, fortitude, and well-articulated stance – you are the enemy, and you must be destroyed. The enemy of our souls is having a field day.

It’s the world we live in and you have to have a thick skin while navigating it. I’ll chalk it up partly to Church leadership and, more specifically Catholic education here.

Stuebenville U. has the kids reading an extremely graphic novel blaspheming the Mother of Jesus Christ – assuming she could not possibly be as holy as imagined, and implying she’s just as degenerate as the author of the book.

My favorite is the idiotic statement from Steubenville about the need to prepare Catholic students to (basically) confront the real world – as if – pardon my bluntness – they’re not masturbating to anime and porn, and whatever else, as it is. Even the most basic studies show pornography has spread now into female populations, no longer the scourge of the male domain. Even the most basic studies also show that children are now exposed to pornography at an average age of 8 years old. It’s not like they have to walk into a seedy bookstore when they have instant gratification in a sleek, shiny case at their every beck and call.

So, of course, they need a college course that exposes them to the realities of sexual imagination and the coarseness of the modern culture, about which they are already very well aware, instead of showing them that it’s possible to live virtuously in that culture. That’s the stupidity of the academic world, and a major reason I bailed on it years ago, aside from not being overly good at math. Though to be fair, I was very good at algebra, geometry, and logic.

Reality will continue outside the bubble. Carry on.



The Day in San Antonio

Tree lights

So I was able to attend Sr. Imelda’s funeral what with my mad driving skillz. What a blessing.  Driving in at night the entire campus of the Sisters of Charity of the Incarnate Word, located at their university,  is lit up for blocks very colorfully during Advent until Epiphany.  

Funerals are always a great thing to attend; some sad, some joyful.  It’s important to give some sort of witness to the life of the deceased, to pray for the repose of their soul and the comfort of the grieving; to remember fondly the deceased.

I also was able to visit with some of the nuns that I knew from my days at St. Catherine.

the nuns

I ran into these two while I was there, St. Kathleen Reynolds and Sr. Shirley Vaughan. Sr. Shirley I knew from the Vaughan family – St. Kathleen was so surprised I remembered her and remembered her name – and recognized her.

I always wondered what happened to her, and wondered if I would see her there. After the Mass and burial, she was standing there looking at me, and I immediately recognized her because she still has the same mannerisms and quirky energetic attitude. I said a few words at the end of the Mass – I was asked very impromptu and off cuff, and I felt like hiding under the chair after – and mentioned I had first met Sr. Imelda in 1974. So she was saying she may have taught me. Meanwhile, I was saying. “Sr. Kathleen!”

I missed saying hello to a few other of the sisters that I know because there is only so much time in the day. But it was great saying hello to everyone.

Beautiful time with a beautiful community. Now, it’s off to a beautiful night’s sleep.


Sanctissimi Nominis Jesu

salva fac nos

DId you know?

And I’ll bet you didn’t. That Sanctissimi Nominis Jesu is the Feast celebrated today, the day after the Octave Day of Christmas , i.e. January Second. The Litany of the Holy Name is a simple prayer for today.

I’ve been working on some things about the church. There’s just too much out there to focus on whilst tending to the pastoral needs and the business of the Parish. (At least I finally realized that and no longer make excuses for it – we’re just busy, man!)

Below is the famous Salvos fac nos, which is the gradual from the Mass for the day. The gradual is – of course – the response said (sung by a schola during a sung Mass,) between the Epistle and the Gospel immediately before the Allelulia (if there is one, which there is, in this case.)


Ps 105:47

Save us, O Lord, our God, and gather us from among the nations, that we may give thanks to Your holy Name and glory in praising You.

Ps 144:21

May my mouth speak the praise of the Lord, and may all flesh bless His holy Name. Alleluia.

And a Chant

Most Sacred Name of Jesus, pray for us.


Requiscat in Pace

Class of '75

God Bless Sr. Imelda, she was one of a kind, and always will be. She’s second from the right in the featured photo here.

Forged in religious life amongst the varied worlds of Pre-Vatican 2, Vatican 2, and post Vatican 2 – she faithfully executed her duties, took over the helm of a growing and dynamic parish school in her late fifties, and continued strongly until finally succumbing at the age of 94.

So many fond memories.

When questioned why our school taught French instead of Spanish – which was ‘more practical’ – she famously said, “We teach French because it’s more sophisticated.” Which has a lot of truth to it. I appreciated that in high school, and later when I finally made my way to France and was able to make my way around w/ little help from my dictionary. Everyone thought I was from Germany or Italy.

I don’t know if that’s good or not. But…

Sr. Imelda was one of a kind, in a great way.


Requiscat in Pace, Sr. Imelda Moriarity.


Stephen the Protomartyr

Feast of St. Stephen.

“Grant us, we beseech You, O Lord, to imitate what we celebrate, so that we may learn to love even our enemies; because we keep the anniversary of the death of Him Who knew how to plead even for His persecutors with our Lord, Jesus Christ, Your Son,”

Listening to the rain fall, and the wind howl – I love those sounds.

St. Stephen, patron of Deacons, pray for us.