Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts
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Friday, April 5, 2013
Friday, March 15, 2013
Checking Out Pope Francis
After paying respects to the Salvation of the Roman People icon at the Papal Basilica of Santa Maria Maggiore (a.k.a. Our Lady of the Snows), Pope Francis' ecclesiastical entourage took an unexpected detour.
The newly elected Argentine pope asked his driver to circle back to the Domus Internationalis Paulus VI, so that Pope Francis could collect his luggage. After he collected his things, the prelate went to the front desk of the Vatican run boarding house to thank the staff. Then Pope Francis insisted upon paying his bill.
Most people might have understood had the Pope had.left the Church pick up the 85 Euro a night tab for a complete pension, he insisted on trying to pay his way to set a good example of what priests and bishops should do. It is unclear how much Pope Francis actually paid. Moreover, it is humorous but dubious that he claimed that he checked in under a different name.
This pied-de-terre episode certainly solidifies Pope Francis' reputation for frugality and fraternity with common folks. But it may symbolize some of the new Pontiff's ambitions to challenge the comfortable situations of the Curia and dispel the anti-clerical slight that the Church lives high on the hog on their parishioners' tithes.
The early trip to Santa Maria Maggiore may also herald another important aspect of Pope Francis's papacy. New Popes are expected to visit all five of Rome's patriarchal basilicas early in their reign. Moreover, many recent pontiffs, especially Pope Blessed John Paul II, have major Marian devotions.
It is telling, however, the on the morning of his first full day in the chair of St. Peter that Pope Francis visits Salus Populi Romani and also brings flowers. This icon is of particular significance to Romans. For example, when Rome was going to fall from Axis control in World War II, Adolph Hitler vowed to bomb the Eternal City to smithereens. Pope Pius XII arranged a procession of the Byzantine Salus Populi Romani through the streets and miraculously a fog enveloped the city, so the angry Nazi bombs only fell on a Roman cemetery. This humble act continues Pope Francis identification with his new Roman Diocese. Monday, March 4, 2013
Sede Vacante Contretemps
While it may not work this way inside the Conclave, these conceits surely convey the joyful anticipation for the College of Cardinals choice for the next Supreme Pontiff of the Roman Catholic Church.
While we are waiting for the Chair of St. Peter to be filled, it would behoove the faithful to pray for Pope-emeritus Benedict XVI's successor.
O God, eternal shepherd,who govern your flock with unfailing care
grant in your boundless fatherly love
a pastor for your Church
who will please you by his holiness
and to you, show watchful care.
Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son,
who lives and reigns with you
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
{source Mass for the Election of a Pope The Roman Missal 2011}
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Anecdotal Accounts of the Incarnation
| Madonna of Port Lligat, Marquette University |
During an excellent Christmas Eve homily from a Redemptorist priest, we were challenged to reconsider the miracle of the Incarnation, both from our own vantage points and reflecting on the mystery through great art.
As for a contemporary take on the Nativity, I must commend a Portuguese advertising agency for coming up with an anachronistic retelling of the Greatest Story:
Another approach to better appreciate the miracle of the Word becoming flesh is through depictions in great art. Hence the Madonna of Port Lligat (1949) by Salvador Dali from the Marquette University Haggerty Museum of Art. Fr. Jim Wallace, C.Ss.R., also commended a short poem by the American poetess Denice Leterov: “On the Mystery of the Incarnation”
It's when we face for a moment
the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know
the taint in our own selves, that awe
cracks the mind's shell and enters the heart:
not to a flower, not to a dolphin,
to no innocent form
but to this creature vainly sure
it and no other is god-like, God
(out of compassion for our ugly
failure to evolve) entrusts,
as guest, as brother,
the Word.
That’s a lot to chew on while savoring some tryptophan inspired shut eye.
A “Happy Christmas” to all and to all a good night.
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