Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
If this is the skin of a Catholic martyr, it is potentially a first-class relic. However, in any event, I wish I had the funds to participate in the auction and provide it a proper resting place - which in my mind is not a museum where crowds can gawk.
It is thought the skin was cut from the corpse of one of Guy Fawkes' fellow conspirators in the Gunpowder Plot of 1605, an attempt to blow up the British Parliament in a bid to kill King James I.
Called "A True and Perfect Relation of the Whole Proceedings Against the Late Most Barbarous Traitors, Garnet A Jesuit and His Confederates," it tells of the grisly end met by the Gunpowder Plotters. Fawkes prepared the explosives for the event and is remembered annually in the U.K. on Nov. 5 with fireworks.
It was published in 1606, just months after the Jesuit priest Henry Garnet was captured and executed for his part in the plan to blow up the Houses of Parliament.
And what would be the attraction?
[The owner] believes that marks on the leather are evidence of torture, and says a Latin inscription on the cover which reads "severe penitence punished the flesh" was written to make sure people knew what had happened to the victim.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Woman Aborts Child To Help Save the Planet
Giving birth is a burden on the world. This is according to British born, Toni Vernelli, 35, who had an abortion 10 years ago to ensure her carbon footprint would be kept to a minimum, the U.K.'s Daily Mail reported Sunday.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Santas in Australia's largest city have been told not to use Father Christmas's traditional "ho ho ho" greeting because it may be offensive to women, it was reported Thursday.
Sydney's Santa Clauses have instead been instructed to say "ha ha ha" instead, the Daily Telegraph reported.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Now, Dante has never been to a dog park, and frankly spends his day surrounded by priests (one his owner, the other one who thinks "livestock" should remain outside - sorry, Fr. Mike) and doting women (towards the dog, not the priests) who like to give Dante treats. This means that Dante was in sore need of socialization with his fellow canines and with some trepidation, I led him to the dog park in Orange, CA.
What a time he had! Dante learned some valuable lessons (including no means no from a lovely little bitch with a sharp temper and a quick snap) and played, and played, and played. As these pictures attest, there is no happier dog than one who is running about with other dogs (click on the picture for a larger image).
And as for me - my blood pressure dropped and stress left. I enjoy watching dogs romp and interact, and this Saturday, my son and I will be taking Dante out again. I would like to think of Dante as a sort of timeshare - where I enjoy the play time but someone else pays for the food, vet bills, and grooming (thank you, Fr. John)!
Yes, I am such a geek when it comes to dogs . . .
Friday, November 09, 2007
I went into the seminary at 16, intending to be a priest. During my last two years there, I was the only black student. I was raised Roman Catholic, and I am Roman Catholic today. But I got angry back in the 1960s. I turned my back on what I had been taught and I fell away from my faith . . .And then in April of 1970, I was caught up in a riot in Harvard Square. At one point it was four in the morning and we were rioting, and there were tear gas canisters going off. And we made our way back to Worcester, back to the Holy Cross campus where I was going to college, and I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking, "What did I just do?" I couldn't figure it out. And then suddenly I realized that I was full of hate. I remember going in front of the chapel and saying, "Lord, if you take this anger out of my heart, I'll never hate again." I hadn't paryed in years, and that was the beginning of my process back.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Friday, November 02, 2007
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Sing it if you know it . . .
For all the saints, who from their labors rest, who thee by faith before the world confessed, thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest. Alleluia, Alleluia!
Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and their might; thou Lord, their captain in the well-fought fight; thou in the darkness drear, their one true light. Alleluia, Alleluia!
O may thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold, fight as the saints who nobly fought of old, and win with them the victor's crown of gold. Alleluia, Alleluia!
O blest communion, fellowship divine! We feebly struggle, they in glory shine; yet all are one in thee, for all are thine. Alleluia, Alleluia!
And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long, steals on the ear the distant triumph song, and hearts are brave again, and arms are strong. Alleluia, Alleluia!
From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast, through gates of pearl streams in the countless host, singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost: Alleluia, Alleluia!