Long ago Isaiah prophesied: “Then will the eyes of the blind be opened, the ears of the deaf be cleared; then will the lame leap like a stag, then the tongue of the mute will sing.” To Isaiah, the kingdom of God, over which the Messiah will reign, will be a kingdom, a state in which there will be no blindness, no deafness, no illness, no poverty, and no misery. So Isaiah prophesied, and, so God’s people expected and hoped—for hundreds and hundreds of years.
“…Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That wants it down …” from “Mending Wall” by Robert Frost
The flood of refugees pouring into Europe has become a global concern. The decaying bodies in an abandoned truck in Austria. Beautiful children drowned on the beach. The desperation on the faces of parents whose journey for safety is thwarted time and again. Faced with such horror, how can we ignore their plight?
Nearly 20 years ago, Father Mike Walsh, a priest of the Diocese of Leeds (England) who often helped out at the Cathedral of Saint John the Baptist in Savannah, introduced me to the British television series, Midsomer Murders. I am an American Anglophile, while Father Mike is an English Americanophile. He knew me well enough to suggest that I might enjoy Midsomer Murders, because they are movie-length police dramas set in an idyllic — and mythical — English county called ”Midsomer” (sort of a cross between Middlesex and Somerset).
“Sixty is just a number,” a friend wrote in my birthday card. Yes, I thought to myself, and so is my weight, just a number. Funny that out of all the ways I can be measured, age in years and weight in pounds have the greatest power to depress me.
Sometimes our culture encourages me to see myself as inferior because of my age and size. Other times, more often, I become my own worst enemy by allowing my biased notions of what these measurements represent devalue my worth in my own eyes.
On August 5, 2015 during the General Audience in Paul VI Hall Pope Francis has again strongly called on Catholic communities to have a welcoming and merciful attitude toward Christians who divorced and remarried outside the Church, saying that such people “are not by any means excommunicated” and should be made to feel part of their communities.
In his first weekly general audience after a month-long pause, the pontiff focused his remarks entirely on how the church should treat such persons. He said it does no good to try to keep them at a distance from the community.
I am pro-life. I wasn’t always. But it was during my first pregnancy, when I began to understand the stages of life from conception to birth, that I began to comprehend the sanctity of the unborn child. That pregnancy ended in miscarriage after nine weeks, and I mourned the loss of a baby, not a fetus. I didn’t become Catholic, however, until after my daughter from my second pregnancy was born.
As a Catholic journalist I am dismayed by the manner in which the Center for Medical Progress’s (CMP) videos are taken as a whole cloth truth. How quickly do we endorse the news that supports our viewpoint. Are we not to be skeptical of all news sources? Are we not called to seek the truth? Abortion is evil – we must never lose sight of that. The CMP videographers were no doubt motivated by that truth.