First it was phone calls, then it was letters and interviews. And now il Papa just might e-mail you like he did Menachem Rosensaft. [Read more…]
Early on, in the midst of the preparations for the Conclave, while we all wondered who would emerge as our next pope, I made the following statement: “I’m like the grizzled noncom who doesn’t really care who the Commandant of the Marine Corps is, as long as he’s more of a Marine than I am, and you salute him properly.”
By that I meant that all I was concerned about regarding the forthcoming Pope was that [Read more…]
I’d count it as a minor one, at least. Take a look at Kate O’Hare’s piece, G.K. Chesterton: Making the Case for Sainthood in Hollywood.
I found it folded neatly in the back of volume one of Philip Hughes’ A History of the Church: An Introductory Study. I picked it up for $2.00 at the public library’s used book sale earlier this year.
Here on one piece of paper is all that was happening between the time Sts. Peter and Paul were martyred, up until the Edict of Milan. Sorry it’s a little cock-eyed, but this is the best I could do. [Read more…]
Our fig tree has a bumper crop in store for us this year. The first fruits of the harvest are in and they are very tasty. It’s time to buy some prosciutto and blue cheese, make more jam, etc. While I look forward to that, here is the post from last year (7/23/2012) about my fig tree and the parable whose story it closely resembles.
Remember the parable of the barren fig tree? Honestly, I’ve lived it. [Read more…]