Friday, May 15, 2026

The "Post": One Nation Under

 Welcome, God and All...

Whoa...have I missed something since the Super Bowl?

My last two entries were purposely internal. I made some references to events affecting me, seemingly more local than global. I needed to have these internal "conversations" because for a moment, I had become unsure of my bearings. Even so, coming out of them I had forgotten that "you can't believe everything you see and only half of what you read." A strong foundation in faith and core beliefs is necessary, and mine needed some shoring up.

Are we at war in the Middle East, or aren't we?

I honestly believe this wasn't thought through before it was executed. Just because our military picked off what they believed were small boats smuggling fentanyl into the US of A, and made an overnight raid into Venezuela toppling the Maduro regime, did anyone realize that the same strategy was not going to work in Iran? Well, there may have been one or two military experts who did see flaws in the strategy. They have since joined the ranks of the unemployed.

It's one heckuva way to prep for celebrating the 250th anniversary of our declaring independence from the tyranny of the British Empire. A significant number of citizens here in the States have this very cocky attitude. We've had it all along, but somewhere around 2015 it started to become obvious. Now it's taken center stage, making a full, hard sprint toward Independence Day, the November mid-term elections, and oblivion. 

And somewhere in the midst of all this, there exists a great fog of contradiction.

When Our Lord Jesus Christ (mine, anyway) departed Earth, having completed all He had been sent to do, it had to pretty obvious to His Apostles and disciples that there would be great risk in resetting the spiritual narrative. They were indeed a minority even in the Upper Room, Galilee, Capernaum, Jerusalem, or wherever the story says they were. Changing minds was one thing. Changing hearts was quite another. Eleven apostles grew to fourteen (Matthias, Paul, and Barnabas are all considered apostles), and all but one - John, the 'beloved disciple' - would die as martyrs fighting an uphill battle. 

The Cause would win out, growing exponentially, but not without having to define where it stood on great theological issues. Jesus' divinity vs. his humanity, the inclusion of Gentile converts, even the validity of Jewish law were debated, considered, and decided upon.

Which brings me to a sidebar. Have we always considered the 'nation' of Israel as permanent in its biblical state? Within the lifetime of many of the Apostles (especially John), Jerusalem was sacked by the Roman Empire in AD 70, finally tired of a sense of tyranny (from a Roman standpoint). Another diaspora took place. Israel, in the biblical sense, was wiped off the map.

If God's Chosen People from Abraham's time were nothing else, they were nomadic. They always appeared to be on the move, on the run from oppressors. While there were periods in history where it seemed they had settled down, they always saw Jerusalem as their spiritual home. But about a hundred years ago, their descendants were on the move again, many emigrating to the United States, others concentrating in Eastern Europe. Then came the Holocaust of World War II. An estimated six million Jews were exterminated. Only when American and Allied forces united were the Axis regimes overthrown, and the peace process began.

With the tremendous loss of life, somehow in the course of deliberating reparations the nation-state of Israel was formed in 1948. That is the Israel of today. While many would like to believe that this would bring stability and peace to the region, it has brought anything but that. While sharing the name of its great ancestor, it has brought increased hostility, animosity, distrust, and yes, war - on more than one occasion.

While the migration of Jewish people to the United States was significant, they were invariably treated much like every ethnic group that has come here. First with wariness, followed by dislike to outright hatred, but accepted when the next migratory group showed up. This is likely because, as the British colonies were settled and growing prior to 1776, the original settlers were escaping religious intolerance in England and elsewhere in Europe; and they brought all their dislikes and prejudices with them. I believe there was heavy leaning on Old Testament philosophy. Colonization mushroomed through conquest, with the newcomers' believing that God had divinely ordained that this newly promised land would be theirs to subdue and to dwell in.

That philosophy has never quite left the North American continent. The US of A, by conquest, would stretch "from sea to shining sea." It would not consider easily seeing Christ in those whose lands they would acquire; nor would it truly welcome newcomers who were not made by God in their image and likeness.

Now it has become the national paranoia. Through corrupt politics, fearmongering, the continual fracturing of the Christian people; and this spiritual pandemic of superiority we find ourselves in an unsanctioned war we didn't want with no clear path out. We have elected representatives with only enough backbone to be rendered ineffective. Our president idolizes the regimes of places like China, Russia, and North Korea, and presumes he is a member of that elite ruling class; but fewer and fewer people in the States and indeed around the world are buying that. Efforts to make this known diplomatically from the King of England to the Premier of China to the President of Russia, are being ignored.

Still, here we are on the cusp of that 250th anniversary. American culture will be celebrated and put on display. I dare say it will all be disliked by one group or another. (LBGTQIA++) Pride month is a fortnight away. We just featured a continuous reading of the KJV Bible, held a National Day of Prayer, and are prepping for a major Christian prayer festival to rededicate the nation to God, sanctioned by a government that really doesn't understand Him at all. Invoking that our will be God's will, almost defiantly; conveniently forgetting that in creating this nation, our forefathers may have agreed on Christian moral principles but did not want to identify the new United States of America with any deity, real or perceived.

I have no doubt that my country's citizens should use this time to reflect on their personal beliefs and values. Do they make sense in a world where the knowledge of critical events is nearly instantaneous? What kind of nation do we want to be? Is it becoming a probability that We the People must rise up and unite against the powers that would appear to be doing the opposite? In the pluralistic society that we are, are we willing to believe that we still have One God who hears our pleas? Or will the American Experiment, as Benjamin Franklin called it, become lost?

Until we meet again, may God be with you...and may God have mercy on us all...

+the Phoenix

Friday, April 24, 2026

Making The Rough Places Plain - Conversation #260424

 April 24, 2026

(I'm asking my Guardian Angel - 'Angelo' - to be with me to 'witness' this - perhaps to interject 'pastoral' dialogue should impatience or anxiety get the better of me.)

JESUS: What brings you here, friends? Angelo, Robert is not giving you grief (again), is he?

Angelo: Never grief. We talk quite a bit. Mostly with regard to living his faith and convictions. I believe Robert to be sincere. He's asking many questions - I can't answer them all, but we try to work through them.

So...how can I help?

I was just reviewing the notes from our last 'conversation' like this, nearly three months ago. I don't want to repeat the same talking points...

That was at the beginning of Lent. A time for introspection and renewal. You had a lot on your mind then, Robert. How did the rest of the season go (as if I didn't know)? I have been expecting you. So much, so much has taken place, and I have seen it all. It's enough to make Me -

...Angry, Lord?

Probably more like "seriously disappointed", Robert. I tell you truly, you do not want to witness my anger or wrath. But do go on.

OK - let's start with Easter Sunday. The celebration of your victory over sin and death. I don't remember now whether it was before or after Mass - by the way, I felt blessed to have been part of the best liturgies our parish could provide, despite our tenuous condition - 

Yeah, about that. I appreciate the patience of all concerned there. It's not good to leave everyone hanging, and I hear your prayers.

Anyway, at some point I opened up my Facebook account. Before You jump on the 'too much screen time is bad' message -

Angelo: He knows your primary use is to help spread His Good News.

Me: Almost immediately I saw the expletive - laden post by the President of the United States about the blockade in the Strait of Hormuz, caused by his impulsive crusade - 

That's an interesting choice of words, and a rather large accusation. Go on...

Followed two days later by another post threatening to annihilate an entire population which would have been greater than he estimated, since everyone downwind from a nuclear explosion would indirectly suffer from the fallout. Our Holy Father replied to these posts pastorally yet forcefully. He 'stood up' to the aggressor, saying that You do not answer the prayers of those whose hands are stained with blood. And the war of words was on. I support what Pope Leo said. I believe our President went too far, and he is obsessed with Iran's nuclear program, insisting they are manufacturing nuclear warheads with the aim of wiping the nation/state of Israel off the face of the earth. The "Just War" doctrine as developed by Sts. Augustine and Thomas Aquinas was bandied about.

Stop there a moment, Robert. Where do you stand here?

I do not believe this conflict is just. I see the President and our military as unwanted aggressors. We have no business there. Worse, we underestimated Iran's ability to respond, which leaves all the resemblance of 'painting ourselves in a corner'. This doesn't look like it will end well, whenever that is. I have prayed for peace and that You shed Your Divine Mercy upon us; and I know others have also.

But...?

It has hardened further the hearts of many. They still believe we had every right to enter into a military operation. The President and other officials (some of whom are Catholic) have basically told Pope Leo to mind his own business.

I have said there would be wars and great suffering. I hear their cries. I know those responsible. Guess what? Both sides are to blame. Retribution will come. Don't go looking for it. Angelo, make sure to keep Robert away from that verse at the end of Psalm 137.

Angelo: As you command, Lord.

ME: Then the POTUS has the audacity to create an image using artificial intelligence (AI) depicting himself as You. Nearly every thinking being in the universe made that connection. After one day the image was removed, but there are thousands of reposts. So he tries to explain that he thought he was portraying himself as a doctor! I am being treated by four different doctors; a Latino woman for primary care, an Eastern Asian man looking after my kidneys, a Korean man treating cancer in my prostate (almost spelled that wrong); and I believe my ophthalmologist is possibly Jewish. None of them dress like the image that was posted. He expresses this and other things through some weird sense of humor.

And - then we have a week of important people reading from Your holy Scripture, the Bible. The POTUS reads a passage from 2 Chronicles that is almost anti-climactic as it calls for a nation to repent, and if it does, then You hear those prayers. The President is not sorry for anything; repentance is not in his vocabulary. I'll give him credit for one thing, though. He read the passage from the teleprompter straight without editorializing. But it doesn't change anything. People whose means were stretched to begin with are stretched further now.

I can't read hearts and minds like you, Jesus.

You wouldn't want to. Focus on Me. I want everything you can give Me. And before you ask what 'everything' means, we had that discussion last time; go back and reread your notes.

But there's something else, isn't there? Go ahead, tell me.

Dear Lord, You know my position. My son is intellectually disabled and is unfit for work. I have assistance that I had to argue for years ago to help care for his needs and keep us financially solvent. I don't like when I hear paraphrases of St. Paul - one who does not work should not eat. That verse is always taken out of context.

That's not My fault; but I know you and many others have to deal with it; often unfairly.

Today my father posts an image of an article from 95 years ago, saying that one does not receive government benefits without taking from others in the form of taxes. That was on the eve of the establishment of Social Security, perhaps to warn against its implementation.

I did a slow burn. I thought, many are literally unable to earn a living. This is your nephew and your grandson. Would you cut them off because they can't support themselves? And I wrestled with things You said - the poor you will always have with you, but you will not always have Me. And Your telling of the Final Judgement: Whatever you did/didn't do to the least of people, you did/didn't do to Me. Yes, Lord, it brought back the charity argument we had three months ago.

What did you do?

I responded to his post, saying - and these were my exact words -: "With all respect, please read Matthew 25."

Lord, sometimes Scripture can seem to contradict itself. I know it doesn't. That's why I need recourse to Your holy Wisdom and Mercy.

Angelo, is there more to this?

Angelo: Well, after that Robert went to the pharmacy to pick up medications. On the way over there, he vented his frustration and at one point started quoting Charles Dickens.

ME: First our government creates safety nets which are funded by taxes we pay. Then they will remove these safety nets which can lead to extreme hardship and even death. "Well, if they're going to die, they had better do it - and decrease the surplus population!"

It's a vicious and seemingly never-ending circle.

Has there been further response to your own comment?

None yet, Jesus. I could have said more, but Angelo prevented that.

Angelo: Just carrying out that which is my responsibility before my Lord and God.

ME: Lord...?

You see blasphemy and an attack on your beliefs, your faith. And you see much disbelief and opposing reaction to what My Holy Spirit tells you in the silence of your heart. Nothing unexpected. But it hurts. And it hurts when it comes from family or friends close to you. I have spoken about that long ago. "Blessed are you when people insult you and persecute you and utter all kinds of calumnies against you for my sake. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward will be great in heaven."

Hang in there! Stay calm and carry on!

Is there anything unclear about all this? 

Keep your prayers coming, Robert. Angelo will see that they get to Me.

One more thing...some words to a song I adapted for my own.

You raise me up - so I can sing Your praises
You raise me up - unworthy though I be
Like a lamb I'm carried on Your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be.

Thank You, Lord.

You're welcome. Anytime. I'm listening.

Monday, February 23, 2026

Making The Rough Places Plain: A Conversation

(Note: This is a journaling exercise I use infrequently. The last time I used it was six years ago, before the pandemic took hold. At that time the events gave the impression that the world was closing in upon me, and I sought refuge in the only way I could think of - meditative prayer and dialogue, writing down as in the form of an interview transcript. This term seems indifferent and even cold, but it's what comes to mind.)

February 23, 2026

Lord Jesus, I am troubled. I truly wish to seek your Wisdom. Humbly, I come to You.

Robert, please sit beside Me. I always have time for anyone who seeks the Spirit of wisdom, humility, knowledge, and perseverance...you do know a very important one, yes?

The Holy Spirit's gift of reverence, the "fear of the Lord"?

That's right. What troubles you, my son?

It seems that in my desire to follow You, love You, and serve You I am reminded of my not so glorious past. I made promises and broke them. I took vows and did not live up to them. I see disparity in Your Church and feel compelled to tell others that it's not perfect.

Slow down...one thing at a time. You confessed the broken promises and unfulfilled vows a long time ago.

Yes, but as King David expressed in his greatest penitential ode, "my sin is always before me...against You alone have I sinned and have done what is evil in Your sight" (Psalm 51).

Go on...

Are these offenses so great that I cannot overcome them? "Do not cast me away from Your presence, nor deprive me of Your Holy Spirit...Give me back the joy of Your salvation, and sustain me with a willing spirit"...have I made the wrong association with this prayer in my heart?

There are very few sins that cannot be 'overcome', as you say. But no one, let alone Myself, said it would be easy. Did you really believe everyone gets a Prodigal Son welcome? Have you not been told, have you misunderstood that consequences remain a very long time?

What happened?

I went to Mass this morning, presumably to operate the livestream for those in our community unable to attend. But a technical glitch happened and I wasn't able to do that. I informed my partner that we had a problem as I'm supposed to do. He asked me if I could serve as lector, as the regular lector is having surgery. I know I can't preach, but I'm still an instituted lector and I thought the role of the lector and the deacon were somewhat exclusive. I didn't realize that all these other roles within the sanctuary would be shut off as well. I got up to do the reading and was motioned away from the sanctuary by the pastor, who in a loud whisper reminded me of the sins of my past.

What did you do? How did you react?

Well, he's the boss, so to speak. It would certainly be inappropriate to challenge that while Mass is going on...

Yes.

So, I humbly went back to my seat, with the understanding that this is a boundary I can't cross, at least not there.

What do you mean by that?

Jesus, You know everything - so you must know that I have been given some unusual tasks at the other parish I have been serving in for a long time.

Of course, I know about this. What about it?

I sincerely accepted this honor, apparently with the permission of the priest who is parochial administrator - we have no pastor, as we may not even have a parish much longer. But am I stepping out of bounds doing so? My heart tells me no. So why is there a double standard? 

You do realize that this honorable task I have given you is temporary, don't you? Once things are settled one way or the other, the picture will change and will affect you. Or any number of other things as well - your health, your son's health...do I need to go on?

I have come a long way, my God, from those days when I felt forced to choose my path.

Stay with the ministry and cause scandal by separation or divorcing your wife. Accept that family came first and suffer the consequences. Did I say your choice was wrong?

No, you didn't.

Just because the Prodigal Son was welcomed back by his father - My Father, by the way - didn't mean that he wasn't reminded of his checkered past, especially by his older brother. Yeah, that part got left out. Luke thought it best to express that the ultimate return home - to Me and to My Father - is one of inexpressible joy.

Why did you want to do this? See a need, fill a need, right. You thought the roles of lector and deacon are mutually exclusive - you're correct, in My opinion - and it's not like you would do this that often. Just like you wouldn't facilitate the livestream every day, but you already do it more than you were originally asked to.

Don't you think you're doing enough already? Working in a ministerial capacity in three different parishes, and playing ecumenical musician for another congregation? Be honest, you know Who you're talking with.

God, I feel that I have these sins to make up for, the vows unfulfilled, the compassion You and others have shown me during all the times I have had to struggle. I have often questioned when I have done enough.

I am telling you. Robert, you are a talented and respected Church musician who doesn't take the act 'on the road'. Much like King David when he wrote and sang many of those psalms to Me. You are a leader and facilitator among men, with twice the number of My Apostles regularly attending. You assist in many capable ways and you yourself have said that these are things any lay minister is capable of doing but adding your credentials - even as checkered as they seem - adds dignity to what you do. Isn't that enough?

In all honesty, Jesus, I don't know what is enough. Is any work in the field of ministry ever enough? 

Robert, my son, if you were to take on another thing, there might not be room for the next younger believer to come forward. Don't concern yourself. Be aware that this might work in some places but not in others. These roles are but dessert following a most satisfying Meal. It may sound harsh, but it's okay to 'stay in your lane.' You now understand a boundary. You suffer because of what was. You're offering that suffering to Me. To restore what once was might take away from what is and what is to come. It would take much rearranging to cause that to happen. It's yours to choose. Right now, I don't need details. Just follow Me.

Thank You, Jesus. You have the answers. You have the words of everlasting life, as Peter said.

I'm not done, Robert. I love you, and because of it I died for you, but it's not time to say, "well done, good and faithful servant." I have made you well aware of the plight of many, and they deserve compassion and attention. Your compassion, your awareness, your action. Give some of yourself to that. I did.

I'll try.

Do. Or do not. There is no "try". (chuckling) Be at peace. I'm here whenever you need Me.

That's all the time, my Lord and God. All the time.

Monday, February 9, 2026

The "Post" - Flushing the Bowl

February 9, 2026 

Welcome, God and All...

Were you hoping I would not reflect on one of the biggest events in this (or any) year? Well, guess again.

Yesterday, the Seattle Seahawks and the New England Patriots played the National Football League's championship match in San Francisco. (Note that the city's name is from the Spanish language and in English would translate to "Saint Francis." But we don't do things like that. Here in the USA, when one refers to "San Francisco" it is assumed it's about the city by the bay, on the Pacific coast of the USA, famous for cable cars and the Golden Gate bridge.)

The game was pretty lackluster as compared to previous years. Five field goals were the only scores in the first three quarters of the contest. Finally, both teams woke up, but not soon enough for the Patriots, who were defeated by a score of 29-13.

This event is also a haven for advertisers who attempt to entertain while they also attempt to sell their goods and services. It's very expensive to advertise here. A 30-second spot costs millions and millions of dollars, and that's just to get it on the air; on top of that are production costs which are also high. Because of these costs, the actual return on this investment is usually low or even negative. There were a few worth watching. My top two were an ad for a hydration beverage featuring toilets singing Phil Collins' Against All Odds; and a spot featuring NFL tight ends basking in their hammocks underneath Enya's Only Time. What were they selling? Awareness of male prostate cancer which can be detected by a simple blood test. Been there, done that. Welcome to the club. Had to laugh only because it was such a surprise.

And there's one more thing. You are probably wondering when I would get around to this.

The half-time entertainment.

In high school and in most college football games this generally consisted of the school's marching band playing pop tunes in the style of John Philip Sousa while making Etch-A-Sketch style formations out on the field. The comedian Robert Klein once described this as playing Burt Bacharach's Goin' Out Of My Head while forming this big head on the field and then going out of it.

During the regular NFL season and the early playoff rounds, our entertainment consists of replays and analysis of the game we're watching as well as others being played concurrently. Nobody knows or perhaps cares what is going on at the stadium during half-time. Many people are using the restrooms or buying another round of food or drink or souvenirs. But not at the Super Bowl. This world class clash of titans demands world class entertainment. Fifteen minutes of it, to be precise. Ticketholders are paying exorbitant prices to see all of this up close. 

The biggest names in entertainment have lined up to have a possibility of performing at the Super Bowl because it commands a big audience and is a one-time, winner-takes-all event; contrasted to other professional sports which have a best of five or seven series. 

My point? I'm getting there.

Some folks watch the Super Bowl who are not aficionados of the sport, simply for that fifteen-minute concert at half-time. So every fall, when the league announces the headlining act, it's an event in itself. People start making plans based on who's performing. 

Now remember, dear readers, that musical entertainment, much like its use in the Church's liturgies, is highly subjective. Meaning that there will be those who won't like the scheduled performance, regardless of who he/she/it is. Also remember that professional sports is a business that, like every other business, will put before us anything that will bring the most attention to their product or service or event. The NFL, seeking to expand its footprint globally, chose as its headliner a Puerto Rican who performs under the name Bad Bunny. He is a very popular Latino musician, but for several reasons has not until now performed in the United States. He does not perform in the English language, but that does not seem to be an issue to his fan base.

Shifting gears for a moment, most entertainers and mainstream media has expressed - purportedly on our behalf - that the policies of the current president and his administration are extreme and dangerous; some even claim that these policies threaten the USA's 250-year-old democracy. At the very least, it was claimed that Bad Bunny (I'm resisting the urge to call him Mr. Bunny) would impart harmful influence on our children. Some have recognized - perhaps correctly - that the underlying issue is the lack of the teaching of the Bible and so-called Christian values. Some have claimed - incorrectly - that he is not an American citizen and should not be allowed to perform at the Super Bowl. That flies in the face of past performers such as the Rolling Stones and Paul McCartney, who were just as popular in their day but performed in English and are indeed foreigners.

To counterprogram, the conservative group Turning Point USA (founded by the late Charlie Kirk) staged "The All-American Halftime Show" which would air simultaneously. This dragged our national political drama and debate into what is supposed to be a family-friendly fifteen minutes of high-quality entertainment. And both sides debated loudly in social media. Bad Bunny was known to be unconventional in his performances. The All-American Halftime Show would feature...well, hopefully songs of Christian values. Songs about trucks and unfaithful relationships, but in English.

On and on it went. It bothered me quite a bit. The Super Bowl halftime shows have not been without controversy. A couple of years I decided to be busy elsewhere as described several paragraphs back. But I have changed, as I described in an earlier post. God has blessed me with a renewal of spirit that I felt would be tested regardless of which show I chose to watch.

Then I received a flash of inspiration.

Ever since I was a candidate for the permanent diaconate some thirty-five years ago, I have been required to pray Morning and Evening Prayer from the Divine Office. In the last year or so I have become better in keeping that commitment with the help of podcasts to which I pray along. The length of these podcasts is about 15 - 20 minutes, the same amount of time as the halftime show. It offered me an even better alternative to questionable content on either side. I went to my room and prayed. Didn't miss one moment of the second half of the game. It was the perfect ticket. I won't apologize for it and would do it again (and probably will). It provided the opportunity to walk away from the hype, the noise, the proselytizing and the so-called "dangerous" and "evil" lifestyle being shoved at me on my TV screen.

After that and noticing the game was still plodding along in the third quarter, I started scrolling through comments on the aforementioned performances. As I guessed, you loved one and hated the other. But there were pictures of Bad Bunny's performance, and he wasn't wearing a dress as he was known to do. Meanwhile, on the other end Kid Rock was performing in a (hopefully) fake fur jacket and shorts. (The kind of thing one might wear to make a late-night run to Walmart.) But the game was actually getting interesting, and I knew the programs would be available to watch on YouTube so I put it aside to watch in the morning.

I started with Bad Bunny's performance. Having read the commentaries the night before I had an idea of the story line behind it. It was a more-or-less legitimate 14-minute performance. My only critique is that either Apple Music or the NFL or NBC should have captioned his lyrics in English so that those not understanding Spanish would know what he was saying.

Then I searched for The All-American Halftime Show. It didn't take long to find, but I decided not to watch it as the podcasts timed at anywhere between 35 and 80 minutes. I was expecting fifteen minutes to cover the same time period, and the show was two to five times longer, and I can certainly guess what happened. A bunch of proselytizing to the potentially unchurched. I can get that in many other and better places, having been to Mass that morning and understanding that God intended the remainder of the Sabbath to rest from unnecessary labor as He did when the universe was created. Wouldn't fifteen minutes have been enough to get the Christian message across without politicizing it? A scene from The Chosen does infinitely better in that amount of time.

There are a lot of things at issue in the United States. I don't think anybody will argue that. But injustice has been present from the beginning of the great European migration in the early 1600s. They were escaping religious persecution in their homelands and brought all those prejudices with them. Indeed, there are signs that they've never been overcome. Case in point: One of the tipping points that led to the Revolutionary War for independence was the British Parliament's tax levies on the colonists. In Massachusetts and Virginia arose the rallying cry "no taxation without representation." And there are those who insist that Bad Bunny is a foreigner. He is from Puerto Rico, a territory of the United States of America. Our laws state that Puerto Ricans are citizens of our country, just as the colonists were considered and considered themselves to be British citizens, at least until we got into this taxation issue. Puerto Ricans are considered citizens of the United States. They are not permitted to vote in national elections. They have no real representation in Congress. Yet they go through the same hassle with income taxes that we go through this time each year.

Bad Bunny also gave us an important geography lesson. Last time I checked my atlas, there were two distinct "Americas" - the continents of North and South America. And the citizens of these continents and their nearby islands, from Argentina and Chile to Canada and Greenland can all be considered Americans. Our Lady of Guadeloupe is the patroness of the American continents. And America is named for an Italian mapmaker, Amerigo Vespucci, who was charting the Western Hemisphere and didn't know what else to call this newly discovered land, so he named the continents after himself. And those islands in the Caribbean are called the West "Indies" because initially Christopher Columbus (another Italian) thought he had reached the Indian frontier of the Eastern Hemisphere, filled with exotic spices and silk that weren't found in Europe. This is long before President Donald J. Trump was even close to being a blot on the landscape.

We appear to have a great deal of baggage to unload - or at least have a place to store it. Maybe Fort Knox is available. I hear they may reopen Alcatraz.

Until we meet again, may God be with you...and may God have mercy on us all...

+the Phoenix

Tuesday, January 27, 2026

The "Post" Revisited: All the News That Is Fit

 (Originally posted January 27, 2018. Edited for context.)

Welcome. God and All...

In September 2017, Pope Francis announced that he would tackle the issue of so –called “fake news” in his message for the annual World Communications Day. It’s interesting that the announcement came on the feast of the Archangels; for they, and most notably Gabriel, act as God’s message bearers to the world. The theme of the message will be: “The truth will set you free” (John 8:32).

The following January the pope issued his message for the year’s observance, which is held throughout the Catholic Church on the Seventh Sunday of Easter, May 17 in 2026. Because most dioceses in the United States observe this Sunday for the Ascension of the Lord, reflecting on how we spread the news may likely take a back seat to the themes of the Ascension. With the presence of the news media what it is these days, and at a thematic lull while waiting for Lent to begin, it’s a good time to reflect on Francis’ message and perhaps use it as a springboard for the upcoming season of spiritual renewal.

It should be clear to us that it is relatively easy to distort our ability to communicate. From the very beginnings of biblical history, we read of deception and instances of ‘bending’ the truth. We should not take this lightly. The sense that we have been deceived by others by not speaking the “whole truth and nothing but the truth” has fueled prejudices and boils over into hatred and forms of violence that erupt from it.

Let’s go back to our own Square One. Are we honest, truly honest, with ourselves? Pope Francis called us to a “profound and careful process of discernment” – which we can apply to our own self-image and esteem. That’s an important first step we must take before we can with certainty identify the subtlety employed in arguments or details that, while alluring and even making sense are actually false.

It should be the mission of every person to take responsibility for protecting the honesty and integrity of what we say about what we do. Those who provide information to us have an even greater responsibility to report fairly, resisting the urge to speculate on potential outcomes or to pass judgment on others. 

Pope Francis reminded us to turn to the “only truly reliable and trustworthy One” in our discernment process. He reminds us of the words of his namesake, St. Francis of Assisi, that God “make us instruments” of his peace; to practice listening where there is shouting; to bring clarity where there is ambiguity; and ultimately, to bring truth where there is falsehood.

For the next nine months much of our media coverage will cast an eye toward the midterm elections. There is much we can do right now to approach our search for information and process it. If we are to make honest decisions that affect our future, we must first be honest and truthful with ourselves and seek forgiveness and reconciliation with God in revealing who we really are from behind the masks we use.

(And it likely won't be easy.)

Until we meet again, may God be with you - and may God have mercy on us all...

+the Phoenix


Sunday, January 18, 2026

The Post - An Open Letter (Before I Shake the Dust from My Feet)

 Welcome, God and All...

After my most recent post, I have been struggling to establish a resolution that might ease my conscience. Relationships with those I mentioned rate from strained to non-existent. In trying to hold a middle ground, did I fail to address the immediacy of the situation during the years it mattered most?

An attempt to reach out via a recent phone call resulted in being sent to voicemail (expected), but the call has not been returned (sad but also expected). I thought maybe I should send a letter directly. The difficult part of that is tracking down addresses of my four godchildren. Then there's the real likelihood of my letter being ignored, rejected, or possibly igniting an agitated conversation I no longer wish to hear.

Therapists often say in situations like this that one can make peace with themselves by writing a letter that is never mailed or putting the same in a blog such as this one. The intended recipients would only see it if they happened across a link to my blog, which is unlikely; or if I link the post to my social media account. Since none of them are in my list of friends, and as what I post there is only seen by those who follow me (they pretty much stopped that twelve years ago), it will only be seen by the God who sees everything, He who is Lord of my life.

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Dear Godchildren,

A long time ago (in a world that now seems very far away), you received the breath of life and came into this world. Not long after, your parents, wishing to have you christened because that's the way things are supposed to be, asked your Aunt Diane and I to serve as godparents at your Catholic baptism.

About the same time, I was going through discernment as to becoming an ordained minister in the Catholic Church. I was, therefore, keenly aware of what was required of those who would be godparents. On paper, we checked off all the necessary boxes. We were honored to witness and have a front-row seat the day you were claimed as a child of God.

But there of course was a "fly in the ointment." Actually, more than one. Perhaps the largest was that Aunt Diane's parents - half of your grandparents - rarely took an active part in practicing the Catholic faith by example, that being attending Mass weekly and engaging in prayer with the family at home. When referring to spiritual matters, Grandpa referred to Jesus as "Ralph". Grandma was non-committal; following the tradition of doing most of whatever her husband asked or needed. They, like many other parents of that generation, struggled to raise them as children. Sometimes, life got in the way. Stresses were often released in ways we should know by now aren't good for anyone. It was, in a child's eyes, often seen as just the way things were.

Because of this, there was no foundation or ground rules followed. Their children - your mom and aunts - went their own way. And due to the stresses in the home, they went in a different but similar direction spiritually. This was how your parents' generation dealt with such things. This was how we as teenagers found our way to adulthood. Idyllically, we espoused harmony and understanding, peace and love abounding. John Lennon sang of imagin(ing) there was no heaven, and millions followed, like lemmings into the abyss. Some didn't, but fell back in an even older mentality, the one they experienced. Failure to obey and respect was a one-way ticket to eternal damnation. Were we so naive as to see God as rejecting you because you didn't dot your 'i's and cross every 't'? (Doesn't this have some of the look and feel of today's news cycle?)

Anyway, Aunt Diane and I were proud to be your godparents. When you had questions about spiritual matters, we did our best to answer them sensitively. "My way or the highway" was not the way to win young disciples. The things you were exposed to...that was not the way, either.

As kids, you saw us as "Auntie Fun" and "Uncle Jolly". To me, it was probably an honor undeserved, but who am I to turn that down? I was unconventional. I frequently crossed the lines between maturity and freedom of expression, so why would you take me seriously?

And as you grew into adulthood, you could no longer be shielded from the ugliness of a broken world. Your grandparents died, shaky marriages broke up or simply went their own way and ignored each other on those hot-button issues.

Then the bottom fell out. Aunt Diane, dealing with a family history of health issues, had a series of strokes and died on May 1, 2014. It changed everything.

Aunt Diane had a huge and growing lack of trust in the medical profession. First, over her ability to have children. Once Nick was born, trying to figure out what happened that caused his developmental disability, and then trying to cope with it. Living on one income so she could attempt to do everything she could for him. Keeping him out of the spotlight of constant testing, poking, prodding, and pigeon-holing in the hopes that he could have an independent life filled with love.

I know I have been accused of unwittingly causing Diane's death. It was the most difficult decision of my life, and it wasn't made out of a cheap convenience. I paid dearly for that decision. I am still paying for it. I did not go back to work - I couldn't, beyond continuing to serve my Church, which had been of great help to me and Nick. By the way, they ask more about how he's doing than do any of you. I stopped asking myself why long ago. I tried to keep up with you, showing interest in what you were up to. And for that, I was told without fanfare that I was getting too involved.

However, I haven't stopped doing one thing godparents are supposed to do. One thing that many Catholic and Christian parents do. Pray that somehow, some day, you will find your way to the Church in which you were claimed as a child of God. Sadly, I fear it's going to take something greater than the death of someone you genuinely loved to get you there. Something catastrophic. Something that may only affect you and people closest to you; or the Armageddon (look it up) of our generation that will have devastating effects on most if not all of us.

Oh...and you should know that at age 71, as a type 2 diabetic with stage 3a kidney disease and prostate cancer, and continuing to be father and friend to my nearly 34-year-old Nick, I may still seem unconventional...but I think I've finally grown up. Funny how that works. Anyway, I continue to pray for you, and a host of other things every day. God is here among you. I hope you will come to understand this sooner than later, if you haven't already. 

I hope I don't outlive any of you, but should that be God's will, I will pay my respects one way or another, based on my own ability. I would hope you would do that much for Nick should the time come, but we should not make any promises we might not be able to keep.

With that, I am closing the door on this part of my life. Closing, but not locking. If you ever have some serious questions you want to ask me, you will know then how to find me. May you find true peace in the middle of your life's journey.

Respectfully, and with love,

Uncle Bob


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Until we meet again, may God be with you...and may he have mercy on us all...

+the Phoenix

Sunday, January 11, 2026

The "Post" - A 'Godfather' Saga

Welcome, God and All...

Let's state the obvious. I am a sinner, trying to be a saint.

In the many lines throughout this chronicle, I have reminded myself and readers that I'm not perfect, even as I try to point out the flaws in thoughts and actions other than my own.

I have written out reflections of the self before, and they cover serious struggles I have faced, have dealt with, and still working on. I was reminded today about a mission in my life that I realize I have not managed well.

I am godfather to five people in my extended family; one (the oldest) is my youngest first cousin. The other four are a nephew and three nieces from my late wife's sisters' children. I somehow doubt the latter four even remember this - or want to. But I come to realize that it's not entirely their fault, nor the fault of their parents. This requires a bit of backtracking and some explanation.

In the modern age, especially outside Catholicism, the role of godparents is largely honorary. They act as witnesses of the event of a child's reception of baptism. If nothing else, they're supposed to help set a good spiritual example for their godchild or godchildren. As late as a century or so ago, godparents were able to legally assume custody of their godchild(ren) in the event the parents died untimely. Rarely that could lead to legal custody battles, but other than the occasional TV court show case, I have not experienced this sort of thing.

Within the Catholic Church, there is more to this. You can't choose just anyone, as one of the roles of the godparent(s) is to sponsor them for admittance in the Church. It's more than just witnessing. The godparents as well as the parents take vows promising to raise the children in the Catholic faith. The parents make the baptismal vows as a proxy for their children.

Thus, there are requirements that godparents must meet to assume this role - it's more than an honorary witness.

Godparents for children to be baptized and received into the Catholic Church must be Catholic themselves, having received both the Sacraments of Baptism and Confirmation. They must practice their faith consistently, generally by weekly attendance at Mass. And the two godparents must be of opposite gender, one male and one female. I understand that these prerequisites are in themselves quite difficult. And there's one more - the parents must and godparents are strongly urged to attend a sacramental preparation class, to better understand the implications of their respective roles. For a number of years, I facilitated this process, and I have officiated at a good number of baptisms during my five years of active diaconal ministry. Those years, however, generally ran after I had five times become a godfather.

The adult life of my five godchildren are not textbook examples of a practicing Catholic. I was made godfather of my cousin while I was in my early twenties. My uncle and aunt were better at practicing Catholicism than most people I know; this was the youngest of their seven children. The dark spot came when she decided to marry outside the faith. And I mean really outside, marrying a not-so-practicing Buddhist. She still attends Mass, but by herself, and my guess is that her siblings are so much better at practicing Catholicism that some of it rubbed off and just refused to let go.

Of the other four godchildren, two were baptized locally. Their father was an ultra-conservative Catholic who remembered his catechesis enough to carry on about how the kids were headed to Hell if they didn't attend Mass...but he didn't always attend himself, and his wife - my sister-in-law - carried the tradition set by her parents, who rarely saw the inside of a church, and the frequency got much longer as they got older.

The other two godchildren, belonging to another sister-in-law and her first husband were working as roadies for an entertainment company that provided carnival booths, games, and rides for various groups, both civic and church groups. They were working one such carnival for a Catholic parish not far away when my wife and I got a phone call asking if we would serve as godparents for the two children, a year apart in age and the youngest at least six months old. They had talked to the pastor of the church which was holding the carnival and arranged to have the children baptized. And it was done. But again, neither parent was that intent on being, as the Church states in her catechism, "first and primary" educators in teaching the faith to their children.

I have had a few occasions in which I made an effort to hold a conversation with some of my nieces, some of them goddaughters and some not. Most of those might well have been a waste of time, as the girls were in those formative teenage years when the education system leaves them the impression that they know more than their parents or elders about serious life issues. I warned there are always consequences in any decision, especially those with poor choices. But in the end, it went back to the simple fact that there was really no foundation in faith in the home.

Last summer I was seriously upbraided by the oldest of the four. I chronicled this in a previous blog post. I was publicly reflecting on the necessity of our prayers and our own changed ways of life to help push troubled souls toward God in Heaven. It obviously struck a nerve. I thought I acted with compassion in a very sensitive situation, and several people said as much. This, however, disturbed me. A recent homily on baptism and the difficulty of finding qualified godparents just brought all of this back, reminding me that even as I strive for holiness and urge many to seek the Truth in prayer and reflection, that I have made my own wrong turns along the way.

I pray frequently for all my extended family, that God will find the way to bring them into the fold of the sheep of the Good Shepherd. I realize, though, that what triggers finding the way may be catastrophic to them, and in a lesser way, to me. And I know that most saints, canonized or not, started out the same way. I have written before about the superabundance of God's mercy and I stand by it. But I realize that this is another incomprehensible mystery and must fear and respect it with all I can possibly give.


Until we meet again, may God be with you; and may God have mercy on us all...


+the Phoenix

Friday, December 12, 2025

The "Post" Revisited: Oh, That We Would Be Blind No More

 (Originally Posted December 12, 2015)

Welcome, God and All...

Okay, I'm stumped. I need a transfusion of true Christmas spirit. I don't know if it's just me, or if there's a whole combination of things that are keeping me (and others) from feeling this way, but my pool of ideas to share is dry right now.

It should not be dry. After all, we're halfway through Advent; and we're reminded of that as it's Rose Sunday (or Gaudete, a Latin word meaning to be joyful). We're approaching the summit, the climax; and as such, our preparations should be so much in front of us that nothing else gets in the way. Joyful? We should be overflowing with compassion, courtesy, and gentleness. Being all that sure sounds a lot better than what's being broadcast constantly about who we really are.

On the other hand, at some point we went out of our way to seek out deep analysis and opinion about current events and the effect they have on our present and future security. That's why whenever there's breaking news of importance, we don't get simple, factual information; it's a thin layer between much larger layers of speculation mixed with stereotyped behavior. We even know this; but our desire for instant knowledge mandates the coverage be presented in just that way. So we are left with a few choices on how to manage this as part of our daily life, and not-so-surprisingly, none of them are truly beneficial. We buy into the mindset, or we become apathetic to it because we seem powerless to change it; or both. 

Is it possible to put the birth of Jesus Christ into this present time and place? Would not throngs of reporters and cameras follow Mary and Joseph around Bethlehem as they sought shelter? Would not the plight of a woman about to give birth raise awareness to the point that all her needs and those of her child would be provided? And if it were then discovered that Joseph was not the child’s father, wouldn't that raise all kinds of speculation about the identity and whereabouts of the child's biological father? How would Mary's testimony regarding her pregnancy be viewed by the pundits?

Perhaps we indeed are suffering from information overload.

The Gospels give us - as concisely as possible - the story of Jesus. Most certainly, there have been scores of people - some even within the Gospels themselves - who have asked questions, seeking to amplify the message contained within. Thousands of people received and accepted the story before it was even committed to its written form. We who have also received the Gospels can accept them in faith; and we should pray daily for the gift of faith and that it might be increased and strengthened, that it might shine brightly into every dark corner of our lives. God may or may not miraculously put an end to the trouble that constantly plagues us; but we can't put an end to it without Him, either.

To be joyful among reminder after reminder of all the bad news there is right now seems insane - but that is exactly what we must do. Our joy is muted. That joy must bear dignity and compassion to those whose joy has been taken. Acts of mercy have the power to restore joy where it has been taken, and to increase joy elsewhere.

Rejoice in the Lord always! I say it again, rejoice! The day of the Lord is coming...are you ready?

Until we meet again, may God be with you...and may God have mercy on us all...

+the Phoenix


Wednesday, December 3, 2025

The "Post" Revisited: Populos Sion - Your Popular Scion (or Sign)

The Second Sunday of Advent (Year A)

(from my archives, December 3, 2016)

 Welcome, God and All...

A few years back I took a whimsical look at the Latin Entrance Chants for the four Sundays in Advent. Of the three-year cycle, Year A featured all the original pre-Vatican II texts. For the text for the First Sunday of Advent, I took the opening words of Psalm 25, (Ad te levabi...) "To You, O Lord, I lift my soul...") and in an unusual play on words. came up with "To Your Levis", a brief commentary on the growing trend of online shopping for the holiday, more often in pajamas than jeans. It led, like the reflection below, led to something more of a seasonal spiritual reflection.

The second weekend of Advent begins with an antiphon from Isaiah 30:19. The Latin text is "Populus Sion"; in English, "People of Zion”; but over time became rendered as "Popular Scion", a nod to the Japanese sub-compact car. A holiday tradition developed with cars of this size, beginning with the Volkswagen Beetle. How many people can you pack into one of these vehicles? Then it's off to the mall for shopping, and the subsequent cramming the passengers AND their packages back into that small car. I understand one enterprising young Russian man used this experience to develop the video game Tetris.

But the Scion is a recent casualty as well as a development. With the faltering economy of the 21st Century, parent Toyota stopped producing the Scion; apparently it was not as popular as we thought. However, long before the automobile, we had the "Popular Sign." Burma Shave comes to mind. Also, the poor notion that people need "signs and wonders" in their own time to understand and believe in the presence of God and in the truth that his Son, Jesus came among humanity; and that his presence is still real and among us. More than a sign, it is the greatest gift; helping to establish the tradition of the exchange of gifts in this holy season. 

More importantly, we are urged to share the gifts we receive. I'm not talking about sharing unmentionables here, but gifts of compassion, mercy and love. St. Matthew (our featured evangelist in this liturgical year), writes: "The gift you have received, give as a gift" (Matthew 10:8) The staff at Presentation Ministries (presentationministries.com) posted an excellent reflection on the gift lists we should be considering this season. Regardless of potential risk, in the interest of sharing 'gifts' I'm posting their thoughts below.

One of the most famous (or infamous) Christmas songs from my childhood is "All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth." Sadly, if that's all you want, that may be all you'll get. I don't know about you, but I want a lot more than some teeth:

  • I want the sick cured, the dead raised, the leprous healed, and demons expelled (Matthew 10:8).
  • I want workers for the harvest (Matthew 9:38) and the kingdom of God on earth as it is in heaven (Matthew 6:10).
  • I want a deep, totally committed relationship with Jesus, not only for me but also for every member of my family, my friends, and all of you.
  • I want the baptism in the Spirit, the "streams of running water" (Isaiah 30:25), for every believer in the world.
  • I want world evangelism, repentance, conversion, sanctification, and healing.
  • I want an end to war, starvation, abortion, racism, and injustice.
  • I want Jesus' Second Coming, the end of the world, and "new heavens and a new earth" (Revelation 21:1).
  • I want to see Jesus face to face (1 Corinthians 13:12). 

That's what I want for Christmas. And my heavenly Father says (with compassion): "Is that all?"

Indeed, God's abundance is infinite. And this should be a sign for you (see Luke 2:12).

Until we meet again, Come, Emmanuel!

+the Phoenix

Monday, November 3, 2025

The "Post" - In Memoriam 2025

 

Welcome, God and All...

As we remember our own family and friends who have passed into eternal life, I add a partial listing of VIPs that made that passage since last Hallowtide. This is the true purpose of Halloween, to honor, remember, and pray that our dearly departed did not live life in vain. This listing may contain the deaths of both famous and infamous. As Christians, we are commanded by Jesus to pray for both.

  1. 2024

    1. October (22nd - 31st)

22 - Grizzly 399, 28, grizzly bear (b. 1996)

22 - Fernando Valenzuela, 63, Mexican-born baseball player (Los Angeles Dodgers), owner (Tigres de Quintana Roo) and broadcaster, World Series champion (1981) (b. 1960)

23 - Jack Jones, 86, singer ("Wives and Lovers", "Love Boat") and actor (Over the Garden Wall) (b. 1938)

24 - Clark Kent, 57, Panamanian–born DJ, hip hop record producer and music executive (b. 1966)

25 - Phil Lesh, 84, Hall of Fame musician (Grateful Dead) and songwriter ("Box of Rain", "Truckin'") (b. 1940)

29 - Teri Garr, 79, actress (Young Frankenstein, Tootsie, Mr. Mom) (b. 1944)



    1. November

1 - Peanut, c. 7, Eastern grey squirrel, Instagram subject (b. 2017)

3 - Quincy Jones, 91, Hall of Fame composer (The Slender Thread, In the Heat of the Night), record producer (Thriller) and songwriter (b. 1933)

16 - Sir Lady Java, 82, drag performer and transgender rights activist (b. 1942)

18 - Bob Love, 81, basketball player (Chicago Bulls) (b. 1942)

23 -Chuck Woolery, 83, game show host (Wheel of Fortune, Love Connection) and musician (The Avant-Garde) (b. 1941)

25 - Hal Lindsey, 95, evangelist and Christian writer (The Late Great Planet Earth) (b. 1929)



    1. December

2 - Debbie Mathers, 69, author (My Son Marshall, My Son Eminem) (b. 1955)

10 - Kreskin, 89, mentalist (b. 1935)

13 - Lemon Drop Kid, 28, Thoroughbred racehorse, winner of the 1999 Belmont Stakes (b. 1996)

16 - Anita Bryant, 84, singer and anti-gay activist (b. 1940)

17 - Mike Brewer, 80, musician (Brewer & Shipley) and songwriter ("One Toke Over the Line") (b. 1944)

20 - Rickey Henderson, 65, Hall of Fame baseball player (Oakland Athletics, New York Yankees, San Diego Padres), World Series champion (1989, 1993) (b. 1958)

27 - Greg Gumbel, 78, sportscaster (CBS Sports, NFL) (b. 1946)

29 - Jimmy Carter, 100, politician, president (1977–1981), governor of Georgia (1971–1975), Nobel Peace Prize laureate (2002) (b. 1924)

  1. 2025

    1. January

1 - Wayne Osmond, 73, singer (The Osmonds) (b. 1951)

3 - William Leo Higi, 91, Roman Catholic prelate, bishop of Lafayette (1984–2010) (b. 1933)

7 - Peter Yarrow, 86, singer (Peter, Paul and Mary, "Leaving on a Jet Plane") and songwriter ("Puff, the Magic Dragon") (b. 1938)

10 - Sam Moore, 89, singer (Sam & Dave) (b. 1935)

16 - Bob Uecker, 90, baseball player (Milwaukee Braves, St. Louis Cardinals) and broadcaster (Milwaukee Brewers) (b. 1934)

26 - Norbert, 15, therapy dog (b. 2009)

    1. February

7 - Tony Roberts, 85, actor (Annie Hall, Play It Again, Sam, A Midsummer Night's Sex Comedy) (b. 1939)

18 - Hurricane, 15, Secret Service dog (b. 2009)

24 - Robert John, 79, singer ("Sad Eyes", "If You Don't Want My Love") (b. 1946)

26 - Gene Hackman, 95, actor (The French Connection, Mississippi Burning, Unforgiven) (b. 1930) (body discovered on this date)

    1. March

5 - Pamela Bach, 61, actress (Baywatch) (b. 1963)

11 - Bob Rivers, 68, Hall of Fame radio personality (KISW, KJR) and parody musician (Twisted Christmas) (b. 1956)

21 - Kitty Dukakis, 88, author and political figure, first lady of Massachusetts (1975–1979, 1983–1991) (b. 1936)

29 - Richard Chamberlain, 90, actor (Dr. Kildare, Shōgun, The Thorn Birds) and singer (b. 1934)

    1. April

1 - Val Kilmer, 65, actor (Batman Forever, The Prince of Egypt, The Doors) (b. 1959)

3 - Theodore McCarrick, 94, Roman Catholic cardinal, archbishop of Newark (1986–2000) and Washington (2001–2006) (b. 1930)

6 - Jay North, 73, actor (Dennis the Menace, Zebra in the Kitchen, Maya) (b. 1951)

15 - Wink Martindale, 91, disc jockey, game show host (Gambit, Tic-Tac-Dough) and singer ("Deck of Cards") (b. 1933)

23 - Steve McMichael, 67, Hall of Fame football player (New England Patriots, Chicago Bears) and wrestler (b. 1957)

28 - Stanley Girard Schlarman, 91, Roman Catholic prelate, bishop of Dodge City (1983–1998) and auxiliary bishop of Belleville (1979–1983) (b. 1933)

29 - Roy Cooper, 69, rodeo cowboy (b. 1955)

    1. May

1 - Ruth Buzzi, 88, comedian (Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In) and actress (Sesame Street, The Berenstain Bears) (b. 1936)

2 - George Ryan, 91, politician, Illinois Secretary of State (1991–1999) and governor (1999–2003) (b. 1934)

20 - George Wendt, 76, actor (Cheers, Fletch, No Small Affair) (b. 1948)

25 - Phil Robertson, 79, television personality (Duck Dynasty), inventor, and founder of Duck Commander (b. 1946)

26 - Rick Derringer, 77, musician (The McCoys), singer ("Rock and Roll, Hoochie Koo") and record producer ("Weird Al" Yankovic) (b. 1947)

29 - Alf Clausen, 84, television composer (The Simpsons, ALF, Moonlighting), Emmy winner (1997, 1998) (b. 1941)

    1. June

9 - Sly Stone, 82, Hall of Fame singer (Sly and the Family Stone, "Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin)", "Everyday People") (b. 1943)

11 - Brian Wilson, 82, singer-songwriter (The Beach Boys, "Good Vibrations") and record producer (Pet Sounds) (b. 1942) (death announced on this date)

14 - Melissa Hortman, 55, politician, speaker (2019–2025) and member (since 2005) of the Minnesota House of Representatives, shot (b. 1970)

17 - Anne Burrell, 55, chef and television personality (Secrets of a Restaurant Chef, Worst Cooks in America, Iron Chef America) (b. 1969)

18 - Lou Christie, 82, singer-songwriter ("Lightnin' Strikes", "Rhapsody in the Rain", "I'm Gonna Make You Mine") (b. 1943)

24 - Bobby Sherman, 81, actor (Here Come the Brides) and singer (b. 1943)

26 - Bill Moyers, 91, journalist, White House Press Secretary (1965–1967) (b. 1934)

27 - Joseph Martin Sartoris, 97, Roman Catholic prelate, auxiliary bishop of Los Angeles (1994–2002) (b. 1927)

    1. July

1 - Jimmy Swaggart, 90, televangelist and gospel musician (b. 1935)

9 - Lee Elia, 87, baseball player (Chicago White Sox, Chicago Cubs) and executive (Philadelphia Phillies) (b. 1937)

14 - Bill Chamberlain, 75, basketball player (Memphis Tams, Kentucky Colonels, Phoenix Suns) (b. 1949)

16 - Connie Francis, 87, singer ("Who's Sorry Now?", "Pretty Little Baby") and actress (Where the Boys Are) (b. 1937)

17 - Alan Bergman, 99, composer and songwriter (b. 1925)

21 - Malcolm-Jamal Warner, 54, actor (The Cosby Show, Malcolm & Eddie, Reed Between the Lines) (b. 1970) (death announced on this date)

22 - Chuck Mangione, 84, jazz flugelhornist, trumpeter and composer (b. 1940)

22 - Ozzy Osbourne, 76, English-born Hall of Fame musician (Black Sabbath), songwriter ("Paranoid"), and television personality (The Osbournes) (b. 1948)

24 - Hulk Hogan, 71, Hall of Fame professional wrestler (AWA, WWE), actor (Rocky III) and television personality (b. 1953)

26 - Tom Lehrer, 97, songwriter, satirist and mathematician (b. 1928)

28 - Ryne Sandberg, 65, Hall of Fame baseball player (Chicago Cubs) and coach (Philadelphia Phillies) (b. 1959)

    1. August

3 - Loni Anderson, 79, actress (WKRP in Cincinnati, All Dogs Go to Heaven, A Night at the Roxbury) (b. 1945)

20 - Humpy Wheeler, 86, motorsports promoter (NASCAR) (b. 1938)

    1. September

4 - Baddiewinkle, 97, internet personality (b. 1928)

10 - Charlie Kirk, 31, conservative activist, founder of Turning Point USA (b. 1993)

10 - Bobby Hart, 86, musician (Boyce and Hart) and songwriter ("Come a Little Bit Closer", "Last Train to Clarksville") (b. 1939)

14 - Jim Edgar, 79, politician, governor (1991–1999) and secretary of state (1981–1991) of Illinois, member of the Illinois House of Representatives (1977–1979) (b. 1946)

16 - Robert Redford, 89, actor (Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, All the President's Men) and film director (Ordinary People), Oscar winner (1980) (b. 1936)

19 - Sonny Curtis, 88, Hall of Fame musician (The Crickets) and songwriter ("I Fought the Law", "Walk Right Back") (b. 1937)

    1. October (thru 10/25)

9 - Sister Jean Dolores Schmidt, BVM, 106, religious sister (Sisters of Charity of the Blessed Virgin Mary) and chaplain (Loyola Ramblers) (b. 1919)

11 - Diane Keaton, 79, actress (Annie Hall, The Godfather, Something's Gotta Give), Oscar winner (1978) (b. 1946) (death announced on this date)

16 - Ace Frehley, 74, guitarist (Kiss) (b. 1951)

23 - June Lockhart, 100, actress (Lost in Space, Lassie, Petticoat Junction) (b. 1925)

May their souls and the souls of all the faithful departed through Your mercy, O Lord, rest in peace.



Until we meet again, may God be with you...and may God have mercy on us all…

+the Phoenix

Tuesday, October 28, 2025

The 'Post': The 'Stuff" of Dreams

 Welcome, God and All...

Some of our most profound experiences happen when the subconscious produces a drama only seen with the eyes closed, in the world of dreams.

The Bible contains several instances of visions received in dreams. In the Old Testament, Joseph and Daniel interpreted dreams of serious import to Pharaoh and Nebuchadnezzar, respectively. In the New Testament, Joseph (Jesus' guardian and foster father) receives dreams from an angel (likely the Archangel Gabriel) to take Mary, already pregnant, as his spouse; and to flee Bethlehem for Egypt during the raging of Herod the king, and still when it was safe to return home to Nazareth. In the Acts of the Apostles, Peter receives a vision in a dream in which he is shown that the Christian world did not have to subscribe to the dietary and other restrictions of the Jewish faith - thus showing that Christ's mission and ministry was to be open to everyone.

The first Inside Out movie from Disney and Pixar depicted a scenario of how dreams happen and are played out when you are not quite asleep and not fully awake. The film's humorous take on Riley's subconscious is one-way dreams walk one though a replay of a past experience. Dreams can be symbolic, too. Those dreams and visions throughout much of the Bible run the gamut from obviously simple interpretation to things that challenge us to understand what the dreams and visions represent. The symbolism behind dreams has its own place in modern-day psychoanalysis.

Dreams can be recurring; that is, can replay several times such as the anniversary of a loved one's death, or a past experience that have sudden twists and turns and flashes between one scene and another, unrelated in any way.

Having said that, I had a very serious and troubling dream recently. Before I get into its specifics, I should update the reader on real-life events in my life that I believe served as a trigger to this specific dream.

The targeted restructuring of one parish in which I serve merging with a neighboring parish stalled, having the Church equivalent of a restraining order as a result of a petition by my parish to review and eventually overturn the decree of the diocesan bishop to effect the merge. I am trying to be a discerning listener as factions on either side of the issue are sorting out the plusses and minuses of the immediate situation. Listening is one thing I understood was part of diaconal ministry, even if only to allow all sides of a situation to vent. I have no power or influence whatever in the final decision, which will come from Rome "soon". But as I have a vested interest in the outcome, I listen with patience and restraint.

Meanwhile, at the other parish I serve, I was asked and subsequently volunteered to assist with livestreaming daily Mass. But some complications not of my own making are giving this the look and feel of a part-time job. Indeed, all of the ministry projects in which I'm involved, although some are temporary, are keeping me very busy.

And then there are bizarre stories that can only happen within the Church. The bizarre debate over the use of the (1962) Traditional Latin Mass, the hypersensitivity and inconsiderate references to sexual overtures, even the argument over what constitutes good and appropriate music in the liturgy are all within my sphere of experience.

And a news item I read the other day was also upsetting. In the Diocese of Pittsburgh PA, there is a rather unusual situation. According to reports, a single parish has seven satellite locations or "worship sites" - each one at one time a separate parish, but now all under one pastoral umbrella due to restructuring. The main parish just announced that it must close the seven other campuses due to financial circumstances. It stands to reason; restructuring took financial concerns into consideration along with clerical staffing. But how this was allowed to be created in the first place is the likely reason for its failure, hence the decision to close these other facilities.

Makes you wonder just what is going on between the Church of Christ (Catholic) and the "Church Incorporated", and what bizarre twists and turns have led us to where we are now. And herein lies what my subconscious had to play with. That, and the lack of deep sleep - due to neuropathy in my feet and hot flashes (bed sweats) as a side effect of the medication I am taking for prostate cancer, all comes together in the following scene.

I am in a church, presumably for Mass, and the first thing I see is children playing in the sanctuary - tossing around the empty chalice, crayon drawing on the altar linens, doing what toddlers do to hymnals. And I am visibly upset. This is the house of prayer to God, and someone has turned it into a playground!

Someone had to allow this to happen (certainly not the children's parents), and while Jesus said "let the children come to Me" I didn't believe this was what He intended. So I locate a man who appeared to be the facilitator, and I let him have it. A verbal barrage, from both barrels. How can this be allowed? Doesn't anybody else realize that this is a sacred place? You are allowing this house of God to be defiled, and it must stop! NOW!!

And with a simple gesture redirecting my gaze to the scene over which I was so angered, the Mass was going on as it normally would, and people were receiving Holy Communion...and there were many, many empty seats.

And then I became aware that I was no longer asleep.

I don't have a clue what this is supposed to mean or symbolize. And all I could think in my mind and pray, for the next fifteen minutes, over and over, was God, why are You showing me this? What am I supposed to make of this? What have I done or am doing that would paint something like this in my subconscious mind?

I have been struggling with my true worth before God lately, so much so that I have wondered whether I need to see a spiritual counselor. Time and finances have kept me from doing so. I have talked to colleagues over some of this, mainly to get it out from inside and not really expecting any answer. The vibe I'm getting is that I'm doing fine and anyone at this level of attachment to things of the Church should not consider this unusual. Continue to pray. Continue doing what you're doing, because you do it very well. That being said, I still feel that I have an uncommon and yet, still very confused sense of how any of this fits in with what I've been taught regarding the intent Jesus had as he named Peter as "the rock on which (He) will build (His Church).

How many more nights like this can I expect? Pray for me as I pray for you.

Until we meet again, may God be with you - and may He have mercy on us all...

+the Phoenix

Sunday, October 19, 2025

The Post: Of Cabbage-Heads and Would-Be Kings

 Welcome, God and All (I think)...

It's been six months since I last completed a reflection and posted it here.

In that time, while trying to maintain a quiet life, I've come to realize that I cannot stay silent or ignorant of the world around me. Social media keeps banging loudly at my virtual door in the latter; and in the former, my Lord and God commands that there are times when I must speak out.

You got me right. As a Catholic Christian disciple, I'm supposed to call out injustice wherever and wherever it exists. Additionally, I have to do so in such a way as to address the issues and not judge those who create such issues or promote said injustice. This is something I shouldn't do rashly.

We are, by and large, a reactionary society. Something is said or done, and we look to see how our neighbors and leaders, and sometimes even our pastors react to it. Our quest to know what the trending reactions are is so great, we turn to media pundits and even former government leaders for their reactions. All this really seems to do, however, is to muddy the murky landscape to the point that it's extremely difficult to navigate.

i don't believe for one minute that political leadership isn't aware of this and will purposely manipulate facts and speculation to state their case on how they intend to deal with an issue. In a society seriously divided, a reaction on one side forces a counter-reaction on the other side in a spiral that digs deeper and deeper so that it would take direct divine intervention to resolve the issue.

Chicago, near my home turf, seems to be at the epicenter of a number of things. Cardinal Blase Cupich was to bestow a lifetime achievement award to retiring Illinois Senator Dick Durbin, for his work in dealing with the plight of impoverished immigrants. This caused immediate reaction from several other bishops as well as some of the Catholic faithful; Durbin's voting record favored the right to procure an abortion and as such, negated his eligibility to receive such an award. Now that we have an American-born, English-speaking pope, Leo XIV was immediately asked to weigh in on the situation. His answer surprised many. Being 'pro-life' is an all-encompassing thing. You can't be against abortion and promote the separation of families torn apart due to the immigration status of one or both parents. Senator Durbin, aware of the scandal this could cause, declined acceptance of the award - a sign, perhaps, that this is another "near occasion" of sin.

And on that immigration front, because of the Trump administration's overstatement of the issue, efforts were stepped up in a big way to remove perceived illegals from the country, especially in 'sanctuary' cities like Chicago and Portland, Oregon, where local officials offer free health care, driver's licenses and deep subsidies on housing and do not cooperate with federal agents executing their mandated orders. That not being enough, the National Guard has been called into these cities, along with Los Angeles and Washington DC, even as state and local authorities say they're not wanted.

The President is well known for going to extremes to advance his agenda. We're split down the middle on it. Some say that he is the first American leader in forty years to effectively get anything done, while others claim that his leadership style resembles that of dictators and royalty from other eras in world history (and other leaders in different parts of the world today). Meanwhile, the Church, as the world's moral mouthpiece, vainly attempts to be apolitical, and it's not working.

And what is our reaction to all this?

One would hope there would be prayer first, that the Holy Spirit would motivate us to appropriate action. What seems to be happening, though, is to turn this situation into a nation-wide protest movement and party at the same time, in a so-called "family-friendly" rally called "No Kings". Now we haven't had "royalty" in America in 250 years, and, to my best knowledge, if we had a king, we would not likely be allowed to hold such a protest.

Organizers and some of the participants say the purpose of this huge gathering is to make a statement to the President and his administration, as well as his backing political party. Excuse me, but they're ignoring you. Not to mention that Congress can't get a spending bill passed and as a result, the government has been effectively shut down for the last two weeks, with no end in sight. Yet congressmen and senators are still getting paid..to do nothing; while furloughed government employees can't pay bills and are lining up at food pantries to be able to feed themselves and their families.

To further draw attention to themselves, some protesters have donned costumes, dressing like frogs, unicorns, and sheep. It's not a Halloween party - and don't get me started on how I see that a sacred time to remember our beloved dead (and to remind us of our own death someday), has been totally bastardized by the culture. They don't realize that God sees the sin within us through the hideous and grotesque costumes we choose to wear. What would Jesus do to a generation that charges admission to scare you out of your skin (and makes you sign affidavits to release them from any liability should someone have an extreme reaction to their creepshow)? 

How do I testify the truth in this, especially to colleagues and family and friends who may believe I'm over-reacting? 

It's a difficult situation. I am not a big people person. Growing up in a large Catholic household, miles away at the time from anything meaningful, split-up from what neighborhood friends I had because I went to a Catholic school, and later because the public school system couldn't be consistent about where they sent us 'outliers' - and ridiculed by peers because they falsely thought the town I lived in was also home to a state mental hospital - made me something of an isolationist. So I am troubled by having to accept their opinions on issues when I believe they are being misled or under-informed. Or am I the real problem?

Little by little I have come out of my shell, despite having to uproot myself at least four times - and Lord, I love you despite the fact that I am getting too old to keep dealing with the same circular arguments again and again and again. 

I acknowledge You, Christ Jesus, and You alone, as my One True King and Lord and Savior. Lead me in your righteousness! Make Thy way plain before my face!!

Amen...

Until we meet again, may God be with you...and may God have mercy on us all,

+the Phoenix