Update: Someone read my post ... I got it for Christmas. So far so good. Merry Christmas!
You can read a short excerpt at: Front Porch Republic
Oremus pro invicem!
Update: Someone read my post ... I got it for Christmas. So far so good. Merry Christmas!
You can read a short excerpt at: Front Porch Republic
Oremus pro invicem!
This weekend two children who had spent the last 27 months with us were returned to their family. It was really rough ... no matter the circumstances we will miss them dearly.
Then last night I became a grandpa for the 2nd time - the baby is in Wyoming of course!
And let us not forget to pray for our departed loved ones this day:
May all the souls of the faithful departed rest in peace. Amen
First saw this at TS: originally from a Peggy Noonan column. This is a quote from Judge Barrett, the context is not important (to me) just a good thing to remember.
“If life is really hard, at least it’s short.”
Speaking of Peggy Noonan, I remember reading her: What Happened at the Revolution about the Reagan administration. I can still remember a few of her stories about Reagan even though I read the book decades ago.
The 2nd quote I would recommend comes from a Michael Warren Davis article at Crisis Magazine.
So, let’s be very clear: One of the first principles of Catholic social teaching is that immoral acts must not be given legal sanction. That’s why the Church plainly teaches that abortion (CCC, 2273) and pornography (CCC, 2354) should be prohibited by law. We as Catholics believe that civil authorities must not condone vice, even implicitly.
I think the context is very clear!
Oremus pro invicem!
It was tuck and nip for a bit. I was not sure I could fit in there, but as evidence of the soot I did get in, AND I did get out. Chimney cleaned.
Oremus pro invicem!
Now half my children live or are in school in Wyoming. I can see the attraction. It is beautiful out there. I think the response to life and issues is more reasonable in Wyoming than in most other places, including SC.
The one exception seems almost universal in these states we travelled through: the Church is militantly afraid of covid-19 and the Bishops are convinced is their job to protect what they view as their "stupid and incompetent" flock.
I am pretty sick of the fear. If Christ conquered the world why are we running scared?
Back to Wyoming, I wish I was. I didn't get to go backpacking this time - this stay was short. But we did a 3 mile hike to some falls. Sinks Canyon - gorgeous!
Glad to be home. Lots to do here. I still am finishing some house maintenance/improvements and note that we do not yet have enough wood split to get through the winter.
We have had our share of corn, cucumbers and tomatoes. We have 1 (one) cantaloupe. Maybe more will come. The weather has been highly unusual. We are getting rain, but it is 100 degrees or so almost every day.
Okay. That's the update.
Oremus pro invicem!
“My number one priority as your archbishop is to ensure the safety and health of all who attend our Masses, the children in our schools, and those we welcome through our outreach and services,” Archbishop Wilton Gregory of Washington, DC, told his people. But that’s wrong. So clearly wrong, in fact, that it’s disturbing to see that sentence attributed to a bishop of the Catholic Church, whose number-one priority, always and everywhere, is the salvation of souls. The spiritual safety of the people is a bishop’s primary concern; everything else is secondary.


But bigger things are happening. I have mentioned in passing
before that we have had a special young man visiting with us for the past 3+
years. Just a few days ago we signed adoption papers for this special 13-year old. Nothing is final until the
court signs off on the adoption, but now it is all but final. Happy days!![]() |
| For to be a farmer's boy, 1887-Winslow Homer |
Any cleric or monk who seduces young men or boys, or who is apprehended in kissing or in any shameful situation, shall be publicly flogged and shall lose his clerical tonsure. Thus shorn, he shall be disgraced by spitting into his face, bound in iron chains, wasted by six months of close confinement, and for three days each week put on barley bread given him toward evening. Following this period, he shall spend a further six months living in a small segregated courtyard in the custody of a spiritual elder, kept busy with manual labor and prayer, subjugated to vigils and prayers, forced to walk at all times in the company of two spiritual brothers, never again allowed to associate with young men for purposes of improper conversation or advice.
You can follow the current and live a dull, predetermined course. You can seek financial, political and social stability. You can spend pointless endless hours on Netflix, social media, gaming, and small talk. You can be that object, floating downstream, unaware of where it is headed but thinking it is comfortable going wherever the current drags it. But if you choose that path, no one will recognize the life within you.
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| Arriving at camp |
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| A view from the camp upriver. |
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| Recording the high (and lows) of the trip. |
I haven't read poetry in years, but decided to reacquaint myself. After the Courtship, I think I might try "Song of Hiawatha."