Friday, December 6, 2019


I can’t stand the beatitudes.

Well, that’s not exactly true.  I can’t stand the way they are taught.  In my experience they are presented in a fashion a kin to “we should be nice to each other,” vacuous platitudes that do little good.  You can’t fight it (who wants to not be nice?)  But like another “footprints in the sand” plaque, what do you do with it?

In fact, the beatitudes are as practical being reminded to change the batteries in your smoke detector when the time changes: they are life savers.  When ignored we do so at our spiritual, mental and physical peril.  But we need to understand them more in depth than, “Oh, you should be kind to poor people.”

For the next little while (and if time permits) Friday Potpourri will be focusing on the Beatitudes.  I hope you enjoy them but even more, mine out of them more than platitudes but of a practical way of living.  

Tuesday, December 3, 2019


FINDING TRUTH WHEREVER IT MAY BE FOUND:  "The whole meaning of morality is a rule that we ought to obey whether we like it or not.  If so, then the whole idea of creating a morality that we like better is incoherent."  from J. Budziszewski's, "What We Can't Not Know"

Deacon Terry's wife, Susie died last night.  There is no further news at the moment.  Please keep her and her family in your prayers.

The rose window in the original church at St. Sebastian which was once located here:

and during the renovation of the building into a hall and moved to here:

has been removed.  After 90 years of exposure to the elements, the wooden frame needed to be rebuilt.  It should be returned soon.

These reproductions are available for sale in the parish rectory.  Might be a good Christmas present for the right person on your list.

I referenced this video on Thanksgiving.  I hope you get as much of a kick out of it as I did.

Sunday, December 1, 2019


 I don't think that being baldish bothers me but apparently it does.  I've saved a fortune on shampoo and haircuts and there is no need to worry about wearing hats, riding in convertibles or styling.  BUT, apparently at some level it must bother me because I have a reoccurring dream that I comb my hair slightly differently (not that I actually have anything to comb anymore) and discover that I have this lucious head of hair . . . 

The consolation prize is that I became a man who wears hats - both to stay warm in the winter and to guard against the sun in the summer.  Over the years I've accumulated quite a collection of these head toppers - everything from a skull cap to porkpie.

The other day I ended up getting a slouch hat.  It looks something like this:
Loved ones have told me never to wear a hat like this - apparently I am too old and too unhipster.  Still, I tried one out walking the dogs the other day.

We were walking along and one of the dogs went to the bathroom.  So I bent over to retrieve the production and when I stood up the hat slouched across my face.

So there I was with two leashes in one hand and a bag of post-dog treats in the other and a hat over my face.  So I threw my head back and shook it back into place and it FELT LIKE THIS:

That settled it.