… For some odd reason I understood hospice care to be providing comfort for the dying, caring for their needs and seeing to it that their last days were dignified. However; physicians seem to think “comfort and dignity” means forcibly keeping the patient incoherently sedated and constantly unconscious. I had one patient beg me not to give them any more morphine. As the effects of the medication began to wear off, this person became cognitive and talkative with their visitors... Read more

… I was standing at the fax machine sending a request for the Scavi Tour when my co-worker asked what I was doing. I replied “Faxing the Vatican”. After a thoughtful pause he just nodded and said, “Sending them advanced warning. How considerate.” and walked off. Read more

Soooo close. Please consider tipping in the Malta money jar. Read more

Everyday we are the crowd that shouts “Barabbas!” when we intentionally decide that our own immediate needs and wants supersede God’s will for us. Quentin Massys. Read more

This painting reminds me of a statue my Abuelita owns. It sits on her nightstand. Growing up it scared the hell out of me. I use to hate going over to her house for the weekends as a kid; her house was full of statues of Christ in various form of twisted anguish. In Hispanic cultures the statues are especially gory and life like. If I had to spend the night at her home I would cover that bust of... Read more

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The keen eye of an art conservator focused on a small painting in an English village church and, together with fellow art conservators from Houghton, near Fakenham, identified it as a previously unknown masterpiece by the greatest early 16th century Flemish artist, Quentin Metsys . Its estimated value is believed to be more than £500,000. [source] Read more

… in less than two months you will be mine. My precious. crazy. stalk. Read more

… I once had the pleasure of attending a Nascar event with a certian Franciscan friar friend dressed in his brown Capuchin habit. You would not believe the questions people stopped us to ask him. My favorite of course being, “are you in the KKK?” Wearing a habit to a Nascar race in North Carolina proved to be quite a teaching moment. I always wondered what would happen if the Penitentes came to my town. Photo source, Catholic Eye Candy.... Read more