I’m thinking about . . .

1. The Synod.  But I haven’t read the “working document,” or whatever it is, yet.  So, I’m trying not to spout off opinions.  Not too many, anyway . . . .

2. Joannie’s post on the same topic, and especially what she says here:

[O]ver the past six years I’ve worked with a lot of people.  I’ve encountered the human heart.  Fresh out of grad school, I was armed with the Catechism and the Summa and I was ready to beat Church teaching into every soul and mind.  Now I’m still armed with those treasures, but I’m ready to propose it.  Just as God does.  I’ve encountered a weak and frail humanity that needs love and care and healing.  It needs the Truth.  But it is too wounded to be beaten further.  It needs to be loved.

3. Gradualism, as in Sr. Theresa’s story here and Caleh’s story.  Especially Caleh’s story.  It’s been in the back of my mind ever since I read it a while ago and it is so relevant now.

4. How it’s easy for me, having lived my whole life in a protected bubble of  security, to forget how much the American family has changed.  For the worse, and children are the ones who suffer the most.  This really hit home for me the one year I practiced “family” law.  What is the right approach for people who haven’t had a stable marriage in their ancestry for generations?

And how do you keep from “being so eager to bring lost sheep into the fold that we shove out the sheep already here,” leaving them to feel like suckers?  As Caleh puts it, “the Church IS for everyone…not just for those of us who happen to sin the trendy way.”

5. I think Pope Francis gets it.  He emphasized that it takes courage to marry and have a family.

It’s a bit off-topic but, I love this little anecdote:

[Pope Francis] told the story of a woman who said her son was in his 30s, had a girlfriend, but wouldn’t get married.

“I told her, ‘Ma’am, stop ironing his shirts,'” the pope said.

6.  I really like this picture, even though it reminds me of the Jehovah’s Witnesses tracts my piano teacher kept in her music room.  I don’t know where it comes from.  I can’t read the artist’s signature.  Anyone know?  It’s called “Adoration,” by David Bowman.

Jesus with little girl

Adoration, by David Bowman

7. Speaking of people who “get it.” Kelly does.  Why am in bed, using my laptop to browse blogs, when I spent the entire day looking forward to going back to sleep?  There’s a constant tension between sleep-time and me-time.

Happy weekend everyone. Click over to Jen’s for more quick takes.

“See How He Loved Him”: Mourning A Friend

Today’s readings at Mass were about Elijah’s and Jesus’ raising of two young men.  The Gospel reading for today’s morning prayer was an excerpt from the story of Lazarus.  I thought for the thousandth time of the Kane family.   Joseph’s funeral was yesterday.

James Joseph Kane, III

My sister Martha wrote more about Joseph’s disappearance in her blog.  I haven’t really blogged about it because . . . I don’t know.  This loss is so heartbreaking, and what is there to say?  I go about my days, but this weighs heavy on my heart.

Reading the guest book to Joey’s obituary is bittersweet.  I babysit him and his siblings years ago.  He served at Pat’s and my wedding Mass.  It was Ordinary Form-but-in-Latin.  Bless his heart, I don’t think Joseph ever had heard a word of Latin before in his life.  He was a bit apprehensive, but he agreed to serve at the last minute when our planned server couldn’t come.


As the years went by and his sisters and my sisters and I grew up and moved away, I saw his family only occasionally.  I think the last real conversation I had with him was two years ago.  How heartwarming–though not surprising–to  learn what a wonderful young man he grew to be.

Please pray for my friends.  Thank you.

Eternal rest, grant unto him O Lord

and let perpetual light shine upon him.

May his soul and the souls of all the faithful departed,

through the mercy of God, rest in peace.