This week’s opinions: I am fascinated by both Rand Paul and Carly Fiorina.
I taught the last 6th/7th grade PRE (Parish Religious Education) class for the year today. It left me feeling melancholy, though I can’t quote say why. One student gave me a nice card and Wal Mart gift card and I was touched. The world has much false happiness to offer and Christianity isn’t doing enough to compete. I worry for my students and they remain in my prayers.
A fuller transition to St. John Vianney may be in the works.
Sunday afternoon Susan, Kate and I went to see the movie Poltergeist. Bad characters, bad pacing and not even a little frightening. Being a remake it was like a fax that has been sent through too many fax machines.
Tolerance and the First Amendment both took a small scale hit this week. Some apparent vigilante activist decided she disliked Susan’s Lexus or her “Choose Life” license plate and decided to puncture a hole in the driver’s side front tire. She was crouched down beside the rear tire when Susan walked out to the car at which point the woman quickly walked away.
Susan didn’t add things up until she noticed the loss of air. $189.00 later, Choose Life is being advertised once again up and down I-65 between Arcadia and Lafayette.
This was the week of the Florida Keys eight day getaway. Oh how I love it when Southwest Airlines isn’t full! Indy has a fantastic airport. The bed and breakfast we stayed at in Marathon was best imaginable, just fantastic.
On return from Florida, Susan stripped border and painted the entire upstairs hall and trimmed out the bathroom. I cut moulding, worked on the yard and finished painting the bathroom with some help from Kate. I am sick of home improvements and anxious to be done.
For posterity sake, I place here the memorandum note that winter has been longish at its end with eight inches of snow on the ground.
Beyond that, my thoughts come down to this. The true zealot for Christ seeks to draw people in to experience His love however imperfectly here on earth, but mostly in heaven. In my own time I find emotional climax at being present whenever others experience ultimate joys. Tears streamed forth the first time I saw Sarah Boyle sing on Britain’s Got Talent knowing of her ultimate joy and for the privilege of being able to experience the happiest moment of someone’s life.
And don’t we who take the creed merely wish that in the ultimate for others?
This reads like a journal entry.
Today yielded 6 or so inches of snow and March in like a lion.
I teach grade 6-7 religious education (PRE, Parish Religious Education as it’s officially known) at Sacred Heart of Jesus Catholic Church, Cicero, Indiana. I also have membership at St. John Vianney Catholic Church, Fishers. Classes were canceled today for the first time this year due to the heavy snow.
Susan went to Lafayette yesterday. I went to St. John Vianney.
Yesterday we had our organizational meeting for the Carmel Deanery chapter of the Catholic Aviation Association. I left my jacket at the meeting site, Carmel Lions Club, as is my tendency.
Trips to the credit union, car wash, Lowe’s and Meijer rounded out the day.
Thirtieth Sunday in Ordinary Time (Latin, traditional: Feast of Christ the King)
23rd Sunday After Pentecost (Byzantine/Eastern Catholic)
I sure miss the traditional when it comes to commemorating Sundays and feasts.
Ok, problem of the week: How to keep Sunday holy. At the outset I accept that under the new covenant established by Christ and confirmed by His words and example in the Gospel, the Holy Spirit was sent to men to govern and guide the Church. This business of asserting that the teachings and precepts of Catholics are merely “laws of men” tries to erase the words and actions of Christ in the gospels and His apostles and disciples in Acts of the Apostles, and assumes that the Holy Spirit plays no role in the guidance of the Church. That’s unfortunate, but I accept that Sunday is the right observance of the Sabbath and yet, I struggle with how to keep it holy.
I have decided to take today and begin to change that.
First and foremost, attendance at Mass is a given. As I have told my students, God gives us 176 hours in a week and only asks for 1-2 hours in return. That strikes me as extraordinarily reasonable, even generous. Father Saunders at EWTN.com also suggests we make it a day for family. I like that but it contrasts with others who suggest, and occasionally insist that it is a day to carry out the corporal acts of mercy. I don’t disagree but one of my weaknesses is that I’m not especially good at ministering people in particular situations, including the sick and likely, those in prison.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Vigil of the Solemnity of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary
If I started a business in a highly competitive market with intense price competition, one littered with the carcasses of competitors who couldn’t keep their edge, I’d begin by looking for young people and housewives wanting some extra income and schedule flexibility. I’d pay minimum wage. I’d know that the Bureau of Labor Statistics (BLS) says that only 4.7 percent of all hourly wage earners were paid minimum wage or less and that workers age 25 and below made up half of this group.
I would avoid hiring heads of household for these jobs because in the same way that my marketing caters to a particular kind of customer, so my marketing also seeks a particular kind of employee. By the way, for those who think marketing is all about promotions, you are regrettably ignorant of the holistic way marketing views the business enterprise.
My reason for avoiding hiring heads of households is that the same BLS shows that 80 percent heads of household remain in a minimum wage job less than a year and the vast majority move on to higher paying jobs.
Finally, I’d have to give serious thought to some real profiling, favoring Hispanics over white high school kids, though I’d continue to favor young applicants who have a good GPA and school and community involvement and no entanglements with the law, because my application stack has lots of those.
I’d keep everyone under 30 hours for now, for what should be obvious reasons.
Yup, that’s exactly what I’d do.
Oh, and knowing that I do in fact believe in upward mobility and equal opportunity for all hard working men and women of good will, I’d work to vote out of office any miscreant who worked to destroy good paying jobs in my country and community.
Thirteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time
It is one of life’s harsher lessons that by the time you figure out you’ve squandered too much time, too much time has been squandered to do much about it.
The original post said “Thirteenth Sunday After Pentecost” which was incorrect. A Byzantine Catholic friend corrected me. Mea culpa, again! –7/12/13
Resolved that the title “Thirteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time” ought to be revised to the former “Sixth Sunday After Pentecost” along with all of the other Sundays after Pentecost similarly titled.
Resolved that the Memorial Acclamation “When we eat this bread and drink this cup…” is not one I would use if I were a priest. It is weak, sends mixed signals and is neglectful of needed catechesis in an era when too many Catholic take the consecrated gifts as only bread and wine.
Resolved further that it may be for the good of many that I am not a priest.