Friday, August 31, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Yesterday we celebrated the Feast of St. Augustine of Hippo. He is one of my favorite saints because of what he wrote in his 'Confessions.' He described the problem of knowing what is the right thing to do while not having the strength to do it. This can apply to many areas of one's life, and reminds me how much my Faith is truly a gift from God, and how much I need His graces to guide me through the obstacle course I call life.
We named one of our sons Augustine.
This is our prickly pear cactus patch. You can actually eat the prickly pears.
Today I stayed home(I was on call last night) and tutored one of the noisykids while most of the others went to the Dallas Aquarium. Wifeofdadwithnoisykids took them. She is the only person on the planet who is looking forward to morning sickness, as that is a good indicator that the pregnancy is progressing well. I recall with our previous child, she would be in the bathroom yelling for 'Roy!' and all the while thanking God for the blessing of another child. With our one miscarriage, the sudden stop of the morning sickness was an ominous sign for what was to come.
But enough about that. It has cooled down to the 80's and there is a chance of rain, and after a day of filing stuff at my desk I can see the pattern of the wood through the remaining papers. I even found some bills I had overlooked - doctor bills, of course!
How about a Haiku from 2005:
It ends abruptly
It ends abruptly
like a Saturday cartoon
and then that's all folks.
Monday, August 27, 2007
By one's final moments on earth.
That the words and dispositions
Of the heart, that make a man,
Are played out for all to see - or at least God.
If that is so, may God have mercy on me
And may I resolve to sin no more.
For if the car hadn't swerved
I would have stood before God
Invoking a synonym for manure rather than Him.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
The Beheading of St. Bartholomew
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wifeofdadwithnoisykids will be seeing a lot of our NFP-only obstetrician, as he keeps a close eye on her various hormone levels. Tomorrow she gets more blood drawn.
When she went to the OB a few days ago, our 5-year old was disappointed that she did not walk out of his exam room with a new baby.
The 7-year old told me how the baby would 'walk out of mommy' when the time comes....
Tonight we celebrated our good news by breaking out a bunch of sparkling cider at dinner. We had kept bottles of the stuff around for such an occasion. The last time we had this specific reason to rejoice we were eating rice and beans, but tonight we had chicken and pasta - the preferred food of our Noisykids.
We are still flying from the positive pregnancy test we got on Tuesday. It appears as if God has chosen us once again to participate in the creation of another soul. This is something we have been praying for ever since we held our youngest child. I even wrote some bad poetry about it. This gift, our children, is the ONLY thing we can take with us to Heaven, and we are already praying for our newest addition.
In the future, I will try to put up any interesting ultrasounds that we get.
I feel like breaking into a song.
If only I could find a version of this song by the Showbiz Pizza Refugees:
I think I still have a shirt like that....
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Then she sent me this picture:
No, not the teddy bear on the floor!
It appears that God has answered our prayers with a 'YES!'
Praise God for all His goodness!!
Monday, August 20, 2007
Fr. Edmund Sylvia said that a wise editor said this:
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Of course, most people thought we named him after THIS HOLY MAN:
Perhaps it had something to do with what he said right after being delivered, while our obstetrician was still holding him:
"Get your hands off of me, you darn dirty O.B.!!"
A friend of ours died today. He had been ill for just a short while before dying. He received the Sacrament of the Sick, and has been in many people's prayers. Please join us in praying for the repose of the soul of Thomas.
Also kinda Serious....
The recessional hymn at last week's ordination struck me as familiar, and I figured it out this last week. The song, O God Beyond All Praising, is based on a work by Gustav Holst called The Planets(Opus 32). The melody is lifted from the 4th movement known as Jupiter: The Bringer of Jollity. It all seemed kinda funny to me in a serious way to have music about bringing jollity for the conclusion of an ordination.
A great little book about St.Maximilian Kolbe - showing that his offer to take the place of a man in the death chamber at Auschwitz was a natural progression of his life.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Look what intensity for Jesus gets you: SAINTHOOD!
Monday, August 13, 2007
One book begets another, it seems. I read one book, and all the time it reminded me of the second book. As soon as I finished the first, I found a copy of the second. I found the second one to be lacking as well, for a different reason.
Suppose that civilization as we know it has been destroyed, with the exception of a small group of monks who dedicate themselves to preserving the knowledge of the past.
This is the general idea of both books, although one is a work of science fiction, and the other a history book.
A Canticle for Leibowitz, by Walter M. Miller, Jr. takes place after a nuclear war has destroyed nearly all of the world. The survivors blame the 'Flame Deluge' on technology, and proceed to retaliate against any remnant of science, literature - any sort of knowledge. A man, a convert from Judaism, starts an order whose mission is to preserve the writings of those who were before the nuclear war. Thanks to the Order of St. Leibowitz, whose suffix is AOL(!!!), technology eventually returns, along with the same problems that led to the nuclear war.
All I could think of while reading Miller's book was this book:
Thomas Cahill's How The Irish Saved Civilization: The Untold Story of Ireland's Heroic Role from the Fall of Rome to the Rise of Medieval Europe presents the argument that the Irish preserved most of ancient civilization's writings while Europe and the Roman Empire were being overrun by various savage tribes. For a man of 100% Irish blood, nothing fills my heart with more pride. Unfortunately, Mr. Cahill fills the book with far, FAR too many tales of bawdiness and impropriety done by various Irish men and women. I got the impression that he lost sight of the purpose of his book.
Instead of reading about great things done by mine own people, I found myself disgusted by some of the stories I found in this book.
Mr. Cahill did have a great comment attributed to Sigmund Freud, to the effect that the Irish were the only people who could not be helped by psychoanalysis.
I wish this Catholic writer had written something to inspire the Irish Catholics everywhere to become modern-day St. Patricks. This thought came to me as we celebrated the ordination of ONE MAN for the Diocese of Dallas last Saturday. Perhaps our Irish Bishop Kevin Farrell, with his accent reminded me that I wrote a poem about Ireland and its lack of vocations HERE.
...and here as well:
The Island Is Sinking
Perhaps in some strange and far-off land
where my children's children live
they once again will take a stand
to preach, teach, and forgive.
For now my emerald isle home
once honored and renowned
is seemingly barren of the Faith,
the island is sinking down.
God promised that it would not see
the four horsemen's final call
rather it would founder, vanishing
not suffering at all.
The four green fields would slowly yield
and sink beneath the waves.
Where once my children's blood ran thick
the sea covers their graves.
Not long ago my children left
to spread the Faith worldwide.
Convents, seminaries fit to burst
were such a source of pride.
Today they are all empty,
none studying in their halls.
The barren womb has left no room
for a heart to heed His call.
So I look for where my children went
o'er centuries now past,
scattered over every land
and there my net is cast.
To every son and daughter
of Ireland, hear my pleading:
We lack for holy priests and nuns
it's saints that we are needing.
To all you men and women
who have God in their hearts,
add actions to affections
and strive to do your part.
I know someday my beloved isle
Will sink beneath the sea.
But I never thought my land
Would turn its back on Thee.
Friday, August 10, 2007
My confessor told me about how Mexican men always kissed the hand or hands of Our Lady of Guadalupe. It suddenly occurred to him one day that they were showing respect to Our Lady and asking her to take them by the hand.
My confessor recommended that I pray to Our Lady at the beginning of each day, asking her to lead me, to do what she has for me on her 'honey-do' list. This statue is conveniently located outside our front door, so I have started praying this prayer that I wrote below.
Real Men Cook With Fire. Even saints.
Today is the Feast of St. Lawrence, who was grilled to death under the Emperor Valerian. Legend has it that he joked that he was 'done' on one side and could be turned over.
The other story about St. Lawrence is that he brought together all the riches of the Church to show to the Romans. The riches that he showed them were the poor and needy that were helped by the Church.
So, in honor of St. Lawrence, we grilled tonight. Since it was Friday, we had fish.
Friday night dinner
Cooks: 12-year old boy Noisykid, and 10-year old girl Noisykid
Grilled Mahi Mahi
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Monday, August 06, 2007
It ends abruptly. Incomplete.
I just discovered Iwas tagged by the Roman Sacristan:
Those tagged will share 5 things they love about Jesus and must tag 5 other bloggers.
Those tagged must provide a link in the comments box here with their name so that others can read them.
1. Jesus died for us, opening Heaven to us.
2. Jesus gave us the perfect example of what He wanted us to do. Look at a Crucifix.
3. He gave us His precious Body and Blood for us to eat - to nourish our souls.
4. He called men so unworthy to head His Church on Earth. His first choice for Pope had gone so far as to betray Him, but Jesus forgave Peter and strengthened Him to lead the early Church. I share many of Peter's failings, so it is a source of consolation to me knowing that Jesus put so much trust in him.
5. Jesus must have had a sense of humor. Think of the time He ordered one of the Apostles to catch a fish to pay the temple tax. In the mouth of the fish he would find a coin. I can't help but think that Jesus was doing it for fun, nudging the closest Apostle, saying, 'Watch this!'
Now comes the hard part:
1. EEGAHINC at the B-Movie Catechism. Memes are not part of his format, but think of this as a plug for his blog.
2. Our friend Bridget at Our Magnum Opus.
3. Histor the Wise, my son, at Est Puzzlementum.
4. Raulito at Disciple of the Dumb Ox. I know he is busy, but his opinions are worth reading.
5. Antonia, who is exploring North America.
I was planning on publishing a review of this play and movie, but it will have to wait for some other day:
Sunday, August 05, 2007
He is another hero saint of mine. He like boiled potatoes.
Happy Feast Day! Pray for all priests.
Since I have been showing pieces of music from Rachmaninoff, check out his version of Ave Maria. Not the best I have heard, but far far better than anything I could do. Enjoy:
Looking North toward Dallas, June 20, 2007.
Prayer to Our Lady of the Mysterious Decapitation
Lead me away from all occasions of sin.
Guide me in fulfilling your last words in the Gospel,
"Do whatever He tells you."