Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Fr. W. on why there's no whining in Modesty:

"And ladies, before you come to us with your complaints, just consider- our necklines are higher, our sleeves are longer, our hemlines are lower and we're wearing black."

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

On the Corapi reactions



First: I had no idea who Fr. Corapi was when this story broke. It turns out that I have actually listened to him briefly on the local Catholic station a time or two- but didn't know it was him. So, I have no opinion on the case itself, beyond a wait and see stance. I am praying for all involved, of course.

More worrying to me is the reaction in the Catholic blogosphere, especially the response of Fr. Corapi's defenders to those they consider insufficiently proclaiming his innocence. Wise and cool heads have tried to defuse heat vs. the light about this, but without much success.

Clearly, many people are deeply invested in this. It seems Father has quite a reputation for orthodoxy and has been instrumental in bringing many people back to the Church, or helping to deepen their understanding of the faith. Some feel so strongly about him that they are willing to read the minds and hearts of others on the strength of a blog comment, and accuse them of various faults from stupidity to being modernist tools of the devil. The kinder wish for them conversion and repentance, the more severe wish them a similar experience of false accusation.

What this all needs is a huge helping of Prudence, Charity and Temperance.

Prudence to not discuss those things that we don't actually know anything about.

Charity to not make silly assumptions about others simply because they have a differing opinion, or no personal stake in the subject beyond the general welfare of the Church: it is entirely possible to be a perfectly devout and orthodox Catholic in America and not know Fr. Corapi from Adam's off ox.

Temperance, because there is such a thing as informational gluttony.

And on that last virtue, that is all I have to say on the subject.

Tuesday, March 01, 2011

Morgan Jane, Doctor of the Church

For Christmas this year, I adopted the plan of buying a Nativity scene for the Y's and giving them one piece a day, ending with the infant Jesus on Christmas. Bubs was the one who really got into this, to the point that I sort of planned the discovery of that day's figure for him. For example, one appeared in the theater dressing room when we were collecting loaned costume pieces from "A Little Hous Christmas". But it seems Morgan was paying close attention as well.

She and Sis were in the garden decor aisle at their home away from home- "Oh! that's the Hobby Lobby- I go there with my mommy"- when she spotted a resin statue of a cherub.

"Mommy! It's Baby Jesus!"

"No, honey, it's a little angel. See, he has wings."

"No, Mommy! It's Baby Jesus, he has curly hair, and his mother is Mary and his birthday is Christmas!"

All with emphatic hand gestures, while the granny next to them is biting her cheek not to crack up at our pint-sized Teresa of Avila.
"Morgan Jane," says her mom "I did not know you were a Bible scholar."