Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Assuming this is an accurate quote that is making the rounds (or even if it is not) I endorse this remedy of St. Basil and would only add that the same consequence should apply to anyone who knew of such behavior and didn't report it:

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.

They still don't get it, do they?

It is a struggle not to be consumed by all this.

I am reading the Power of Silence by Cardinal Sarah. Begin agitated by the news is not part of his remedy.

Oremus pro invicem!

Saturday, July 21, 2018


I may have alluded to the fact that we have had a special young man living with us for the past 2+ years. It may become permanent sometime in the next - who knows how long when government agencies and courts are involved? - but we are looking forward to it.

In the meantime, Mrs. Curley and I are expecting our first grandchild in September - in Wyoming - go figure. 

I don't feel old except when I get up (out of bed, out of the car, out of the couch) or when I climb over things. In both cases, I creak. Once I am up, I am fine. Not that being a grandfather means you are old....

So this week we took on a 3 week old and her 2 year old brother. 2 in diapers! at our age! Maybe we are going through a mid-life crisis - trying to prove we can still do it. Just now I changed the poopy infant, the poopy 2 year-old, and then the poopy infant again. During this second change she peed all over the place. Not complaining. These are gifts.

I asked Mrs. Curley this morning how long she could do what she did last night - up every three hours up for feeding/changing, etc.  She just looked at me.

Oremus pro invicem!