Please Bear with Me...

My apologies to friends who might be stopping by here lately looking for some new content and aren't finding much.

I've been pretty busy lately with some major implementations at work, some RFP responses, and of course, Summer family stuff...

I do confess, however, to a bit of blogging fatigue. I'm not crazy about the news right now on any front - political, ecclesiastical, economical, vocational, educational, ecological, or otherwise.

I'm taking stock a little bit in where I want to go with this thing, after a little over two years of blogging. If I can't get it said in two years, I probably can't get it said, period.

Bear with me though, I'll be around in some fashion.

A Measure of Redemption

It doesn't make up for the Patriots, but we'll take it...



It's a dictum that holds true for all sports...

Defense Wins Championships!

The Patriots may have said that last year too, but they were whistling past the graveyard when they said it, as their defense was aging rapidly on them.

Then again, how much more would the rest of the country have hated this town if the Patriots had managed to get it done too? Is it possible to hate us any more?

Defense wins championships... It makes me less uneasy with another iron law:

Money buys championships.

But that's a subject for another day.

As with the Red Sox last fall, I'd be remiss in not giving credit where credit is due, even though I haven't been following the Celtics avidly. To tell the truth, I'm not much of an NBA fan anymore, although it really was nice seeing them demolish the Lakers, especially in that last game. It kind of got the juices flowing again.

And speaking of "The Truth", the best thing about this was that Paul Pierce really deserved it. He's been a class act in this town, and seeing him win a championship after all of those years in the wilderness was gratifying.

Disclaimer: This post is in no way meant to rub salt into the wounds of Utah Jazz fans. If, however, you root for anyone else (and you know who you are), y'all can kiss my ...

SWEET SEVENTEEN!

Blues in Wingtips

A completely random post with an Otis Rush Shuffle

Otis, my man... (click on image)



"Oh, the formality!"

May we have a little bit of that back in our society please? Just a little bit? I miss it.

May the Blues live forever. The truest and most honest musical form there is.

Death to Hip-Hop. Death, I say... Death, death, death...

Fr. Andrew Greeley on Pope John XXIII

Smiling down on the crowd, (John XXIII) said: Tornando a casa, troverete i bambini. Date una carezza ai vostri bambini e dite: questa è la carezza del Papa. It means, “When you go home, you’ll find your children. Give them a kiss, and tell them that this kiss comes from the pope.” It summed up the legendary love of the man.

(After the 2005 papal conclave) a L’Unità cartoon showed Benedict XVI at the same window, saying, “Tonight, when you go home, I want you to give your children a spanking, and tell them that this spanking comes from the pope.”
-- John Allen ("Benedict's first year. One year on, he shapes up to be more a consulter than an enforcer, more a teacher than a star")

Excerpts from Andrew Greeley's column this morning, Church needs to revive its stalled reform (He was speaking of his recent visit to the papal tombs):

We were almost swept away by a crowd of Polish pilgrims, singing loudly (and on key) as they marched to the tomb of John Paul II. He is their great folk hero, and their enthusiasm is justified.

Yet I wonder about the other great pope of the end of the 20th century -- Blessed John XXIII. He has been beatified but no one seems greatly concerned about his canonization. Yet in fact, the church has never in recent centuries had a leader who attracted so much positive attention to the church...

Pope John was a reforming pope -- as every pope should be under the dictum Ecclesia Semper Reformanda ("the Church must always be reformed"). The unchanging church could in fact change, fresh winds blew through the arid dicasteries of the Vatican Palace. The church was not afraid of anyone or anything. The pope could dialogue with anyone. He could reopen any question. He could listen to any proposal. He tugged the Council out of the hands of the curia and gave it to the bishops of the world.

It was the most dramatic Catholic era in 1,000 years. We were young and alive, and the church was also young and alive. This old man, filled with the vitality of faith and hope had turned the Church upside down and inside out. Under "Good Pope John" it was impossible to be anti-Catholic.

It was all too good to be true.

One would have thought that he had established a model for a religious leader of all the world -- "A hopeful Holy Man who smiles," I had written. A few more popes like that, popes filled with the hope and love of the Gospel, and the pope would have become de facto the most important religious figure on the planet. Yet he had terrified the men who would succeed him and those who would elect such successors, good men, pious men, sincere men.

Nervous men.

The pope is not an actor, not a comedian, not a joker. He was vicar of Christ, the heir of Peter the fisherman. He had to be serious. He had to defend the deposit of faith from those who were attacking it. Pope John had almost ruined the Church, many of the curialists were whispering. It was time to restore order, clean up the mess and protect the church from those who took Pope John's Council seriously.

As the years went on it became necessary to double-think what the Council had accomplished -- it was more about continuity than about change. It was not a reformation. The church would creep back into its suspicions of the world and become hostile and defensive. You could not fight off those who were opponents of the Church's "teachings about life" by laughter and a ready smile.

Some of the more recently ordained priests claim that they are not Vatican II priests but John Paul priests, a position which, taken seriously, is close to heresy.

The Tablet, an English Catholic publication, said that John Paul II had "aborted the reform." Both popes were saints, one was correct about the "signs of the times" and the other not. The Church still needs reform. Desperately. More than ever.