...you are dust, and to dust you shall return.
T.S. Eliot wrote a complex, difficult, breathtaking poem for Ash Wednesday.
The Holy Father keeps Ash Wednesday in the Dominican church of Santa Sabina, on the Aventine Hill in Rome. He approaches the church in a solemn procession down Via Santa Sabina from the church of San Anselmo, which is about a quarter mile away.
Continue reading “Remember, man…”
A faithful reader has a nomination for best scene from “Prince of Egypt.” It is pretty cool.
Another faithful reader asked me what I thought about the “Bishop Williamson affair.” The prelate in question is also known as
the Dinoscopus. (You can read an eloquent letter if you click the link.)
I already spilled a little ink on this business. It looks like our Holy Father may not have written
the letter I wished he would.
If he didn’t write it, I certainly don’t hold it against him. He knows better than I do. No one’s job is more demanding than the Pope’s.
That said, “being media-savvy” is not really part of the Pope’s job.
Above all, the Pope has to be a prayerful, obedient priest–obedient to the sacred inheritance that he has received. Secondly, the Pope has to try to be a loving father to ALL his children.
Continue reading “Musings on Mark 6, the Martyrs of Japan, Etc.”
John Allen calls the skilled pianist in charge of our Church “tone deaf.”
Fifty members of Congress have
written to His Holiness, telling him what to do.
Here is the letter
I wish he would write back to them.
Continue reading ““Tone Deaf””