Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Quote book

"I have been able to celebrate Holy Mass in chapels built along mountain paths, on lakeshores and seacoasts; I have celebrated it on altars built in stadiums and in city squares... This varied scenario of celebrations of the Eucharist has given me a powerful experience of its universal and, so to speak, cosmic character. Yes, cosmic! Because even when it is celebrated on the humble altar of a country church, the Eucharist is always in some way celebrated on the altar of the world. It unites heaven and earth. It embraces and permeates all creation. The Son of God became man in order to restore all creation, in one supreme act of praise, to the One who made it from nothing." -- St. John Paul II

Saturday, August 16, 2014

How do you summarize contraception in a few sentences?

Ten priests gave their answers, among which is Fr. Ezra Sullivan, OP's:
The purpose of contraception is to allow a man and woman to experience sexual pleasure without experiencing the full effects of the sexual act. It is very much like chewing food without allowing it nourish one’s body. Therefore, contraception is a sort of “sexual bulimia.” It leads to malnourishment of individuals, couples, and society.

Read them all here.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Happy feast day of St. Maximilian Kolbe!

When we began Kenosis: Teen Disciples for Love and Life five years ago, one of our early meetings centered on choosing two patron saints for the group.  Each of the high school students was asked to report on a particular saint, mostly young saints or those from the 20th century.  The teens then voted on which two they would like to see as our patrons.  And so St. Maximilian Kolbe and Bl. Chiara "Luce" Badano became the patron and patroness of Kenosis.  

St. Maximilian Kolbe has been called a martyr for the family because he offered his life for one particular family.  He offered his priestly fatherhood so that another man could continue to live his vocation as husband and father.  

Today is St. Maximilan Kolbe's feast day, and Deacon Greg Kandra has a great link to the biography of the man he died to save, Franciszek Gajowniczek.  He lived to be 93 -- 53 years after St. Maximilian Kolbe saved his life.  

Learn more about him here.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Support the Christian refugees in Iraq

The Knights of Columbus is matching all gifts donated here.

Let's pray for our brothers and sisters halfway around the world who are suffering greatly.

A troublesome way to begin a life

Every time I see a video about surrogate motherhood or artificial reproductive technology, it brings to light how sad it is to be brought into the world so isolated from authentic love.  How do we call this good?

(You can read the full story here.)

Monday, August 11, 2014

That's entertainment?

Anthony Esolen has such a way with words. His latest piece on the difference between grace as a staple of television several decades ago versus the meanness of television today is excellent.
It strikes me—and she confirms my impression by her observations—that there’s a real meanness in much of what comes on the air even in shows that should be only about which finials to choose under the eaves, and what spice goes on the roast pork. By meanness I intend what someone before our generation would understand by it: pettiness, shallowness of thought, smallness of spirit, avarice, being unwilling to praise others, a thoughtless slovenliness; all things snide, selfish, crude, currish, and coarse.


Sometimes I’m at the dentist’s and have to overhear something like The View, which, as far as I can tell, is a show in which four or five shrieking spluttering hags escaped fromMacbeth kick and scratch and pull one another’s hair while engaging in “debate” that has no more content to it than “I wanna!” and “So’s your mother!” Or I’ll see an advertisement for a crime show, featuring some craggy middle-aged man with a permanent glower, who looks for all the world as if he chews vipers in his office and spits the venom on his Turkish carpet. Or an advertisement for a medical show, featuring an anorexic female doctor with scowl-wrinkles, or a semi-shaved male doctor whose masculinity consists in never smiling or saying a single friendly word to anyone alive. Serious stuff, you know. If That’s Entertainment, give me silence. I’d much rather listen to the robins chirping in the maple trees when the sun sets. Did you know, reader, that robins are thrushes and are excellent singers?

Read it all here.