I admit that my NBA Finals prediction has proven to be woefully inaccurate.
I admit that my last post was both 1) random, and b) insensitive to “Babe” lovers. (“Babe” is the best pig movie ever.)
I admit that I was hoping against hope that we would not have to watch the puppets during the NBA Finals–but these hopes have been mercilessly dashed over and over again.
(I thought it would be brutta figura to run these ads after the Cavs lost, and LeBron did not make the Finals. But apparently Nike does not share these sensibilities.)
Yesterday, I had the privilege of witnessing the ordination of a friend to the transitional diaconate. This means that he will be a deacon for a year or two; then, please God, he will be ordained a priest.
After the newly ordained deacon is vested, the bishop hands him the book of the gospels and commisions him:
Believe what you read. Teach what you believe. Practice what you teach.
May the good Lord help us to fulfill this demanding mission!