
– Thomas Merton.



In the current issue of Our Sunday Visitor, John Norton offers some thoughts on media coverage of the Catholic church. I think his thoughts are applicable not only to what we hear about Catholicism, but about Christianity in general. He said, “…without the diocesan newspaper, area Catholics wouldn’t be hearing about a lot of important stories regarding the local Church. Those stories are just ignored by the mainstream news outlets… All too often… the mainstream media’s interest in the Church is attracted only by bad news and the stories of Catholics who don’t live up to their religious ideals or commitments. If that’s all you’re hearing about the Church, you’re not getting an accurate picture… Without reliable, well-written Catholic media driven by love for the Church, Catholics will encounter only a warped, caricatured image of the Church...” (The full text of his article may be found here.)
Indeed, the media appears to be interested only in presenting stories of scandal and sensationalism. The countless instances of faithfulness and generosity on the part of religious faith around the world get lost in the reporting of journalistic peeping Toms who prefer to report at length about instances of abuse, infidelity, or religious violence.
With that in mind, I’d like to offer some news resources that will help to counterbalance to the popular media:
Here are two websites that serve as resources for those interested in religious news from a variety of different perspectives, including major religions and denominations from around the world:
The following sites contain news about Christianity in general:
The following news sources focus specifically on news relating to Catholicism
If you know of other resources that may be of value to those wanting to find some balance in reporting about our faith and the faith of others who may be misrepresented in the popular press, please comment below.
Thanks!

A lot of your readers asked if I could take time off from the graduate program. They do not allow for any time off. There’s no deferral, classes are only offered once in the two years, and there aren’t any incompletes. I have been talking to students who are already there, who have had children, who are married and are quite a bit older, and who said it is really hard. I’m looking at 20 hours in class and 20 hours of papers and field research out of the classroom. Students with part-time jobs found it nearly impossible to keep up with the work, and a baby is not a part-time job. They also warned me that professors aren’t just tough they can be especially harsh to the pregnant women in the program. By the time the baby would be due, there would be papers, projects, research. I can’t miss a single class without risking the whole program, that’s just the way it’s designed. It matters if you show up. We get to work with government programs, the Gates Foundation, and local charitable organizations — this is finally the “real, hands on” experience I’ve been looking for. If I’m not there to turn in a policy paper or a memo, someone else’s child might not get their mosquito net or child support check. What I do matters, not just in my own small world, but in the big picture… I don’t want to be eight months pregnant and doing field research, I don’t want the strict professors to treat me any more harshly than the other students. I love school and I’m a great student so that’s what I’m going to focus on while I still have the energy to make it look easy.
Even though the adoption agency can pay my medical costs and set me up with adoptive parents for maternity shopping, grocery shopping, birthing classes and all kinds of programs, it didn’t feel like enough. I told the director how scared and lonely I’ve been and he just said, “I know. I can tell. We’ll take this one step at a time”… but I already feel so attached to the little zygote inside of me (my friend named it Ziggy) that I don’t think I could carry a baby to term just to give it away. The mere thought of handing my child to someone else, as altruistic as it is, breaks me.
So, she decided on abortion.
I see so many flaws in her logic that I’m rendered mute. My best response can be found in the words of Mother Teresa: “It is a poverty to decide that a child must die so that you may live as you wish.”
What would you say to this young woman?

It is time to tell you what I’ve been dancing around for a couple of days... Through the weekend and early week my side effects were continuing and my body overall wasn’t in great shape. The leukemic “blast” cells had broken out of containment in my marrow and were in my peripheral blood stream, which was not a good thing and a sign the disease was aggressively spreading. The recent course of chemo didn’t work, so the plan was switched from looking at a long-shot cure, to treating the symptoms and providing comfort. A cure doesn’t exist if the treatment would kill me. So we discussed a combination of clinic and home care to maintain anti-stuff [antibiotics, antifungals, antivirals] and blood products, and to let the disease take its course over the upcoming few weeks/months.
In all seriousness, we all must die sometime and few of us get to know in advance. I don’t know if that knowledge is good or bad, but it is what it is and right now I am feeling at peace with that fact. Why? I’m able to be “be prepared.” I can help my family be prepared. I can help my company and dear colleagues and friends be prepared. And I’ve got some quality time left to do it. This is really meaningful to me as these are things I truly care about….so this notice is helpful and good. I will confess that occasionally I’ve slipped into thoughts of the things I won’t get to see, or do, or be a part of that I was looking forward to…. and it is devastating. So I very very quickly slam those thoughts in a box and turn the lock.
I find it far more rewarding to reflect on the things that I DID get to do, to experience, to feel, and to accomplish. The lives I’ve created and children I’ve raised. The lives I’ve touched, the jobs my companies have created. Cool technology, cool cars, and sailing. I think of the adventures, the screw ups, the people I've been able to know, the laughs and stupid orthopedic injuries…..a million things that have happened in my life…..and that is good and satisfying, and helps me sincerely enjoy things that happened today…
I’ll also make a confession to you. When I learned the AML [acute myelogenous leukemia] had roared back so aggressively, this little voice inside said “Crap, this one is gonna get ya.” I didn’t tell anyone at the time, but it made me think of stories told by soldiers in combat. They’ve said even through the din of war, they can hear the shot that has their name on it. That’s what I felt like when I found out about the recurrence of my AML.
Is this the one that’s gonna get me? Possibly/probably, but in the mean time I’m gonna shoot back if and when I can, look for an out, hope that this hit is “just a flesh wound” (British accent), and be prepared to enjoy everything else. I do believe in miracles, but I also won’t count on one. I believe in God and the sincere peace that can come with life if we learn to find it, live with it, accept it, and share with others. Look around you and find your peace.

There is suffering partly because some human beings choose to be cruel to each other. There is suffering partly because we have evolved as human beings, as sensitive people. If we didn’t care, there wouldn’t be suffering. There would be death, illness, broken bones. There’d be murders, car accidents, earthquakes, and plane crashes, but there wouldn’t be suffering; there would just be things happening.
Since we want the world to be good and we want life to be satisfying and pleasant, we’re hurt and outraged when bad things happen. It is human sensitivity and caring that cause these events to be perceived as outrageous.
There is suffering partly because laws of nature apply equally to each of us, and laws of nature decree that we are subject to accidents, to sickness, to disease, to falling rocks, falling trees, earthquakes, and fires. God created a world where natural laws operate regularly with no exceptions. This means, if I lean too far out the window, I’ll fall out and get killed, no matter how nice a guy I am. If I understand the laws that cause people to fall out of windows, I can then find ways of protecting against this. If I can figure out what causes cancer or what causes polio, I can find out how to prevent it. The first part is God’s role, and the second part exists in order to give us the capacity to be stronger and braver and more caring and more supportive than we’d otherwise be inclined to be, so that we can survive our suffering and help other people survive theirs.

It is truly astonishing what happens to Bible stories when they are retold by young scholars around the world.
The Bible is full of many interesting caricatures. Michael Angelo painted them on the Sixteen Chapels.
The first five books of the Bible are Genesis, Exodus, Laxatives, Deuteronomy, and Numbers. In the first book of the Bible, Guinessis, God got tired of creating the world, so he took the Sabbath off. Adam and Eve were created from an apple tree. One of their children, Cain, asked, "Am I my brother's son? My punishment is greater than I can bare."
Noah's wife was called Joan of Ark. He built an ark, which the animals came on to in pears. Lot's wife was a pillar of salt by day, but a ball of fire by night. Saddam and Gomorrah were twins.
Abraham begat Isaac and Isaac begat Jacob and Jacob begat 12 partridges. God asked Abraham to sacrifice Isaac on Mount Montezuma. Abraham took Isaac up the mountain to be circumcised. Jacob, son of Isaac, stole his brother, Esau's birthmark. Esau was a man who wrote fables and sold his copyright for a mess of potash. Jacob was a patriarch who brought up his 12 sons to be patriarchs, but they did not take to it. One of Jacob's sons, Joseph, gave refuse to the Israelites.
The Jews were a proud people and throughout history they had trouble with the unsympathetic Genitals. Samson was a strongman who let himself be led astray by a Jezebel like Delilah. Samson slayed the Philistines with the axe of the apostles. He slayed them by pulling down the pillows of the temple.
Pharaoh forced the Hebrew slaves to make beds without straw. Moses was an Egyptian who lived in a hark made of bulrushes. Moses led the Hebrews to the Red Sea, where they made unleavened bread, which is bread made without any ingredients. The Egyptians were all drowned in the dessert.
Afterwards, Moses went up on Mount Cyanide to get the Ten Amendments. The First Commandment was when Eve told Adam to eat the apple. The Fifth Commandment is humor thy father and mother. The Seventh Commandment is thou shalt not admit adultery. The Ninth Commandment is thou salt not bare faults witness.
Moses ate nothing but whales and manner for 40 years. He died before he ever reached Canada. Then, Joshua led the Hebrews in the battle of Geritol. The greatest miracle in the Bible is when Joshua told his son to stand still and he obeyed him.
David was a Hebrew king skilled at playing the liar. He wrote psalms. They are called psalms because he sang them while playing the harmonica. David also fought with the Finkelsteins, a race of people who lived in Biblical times. Solomon, one of David's sons, had 300 wives and 700 porcupines.
Later came Job, who had one trouble after another. Eventually, he lost all his cattle and all his children and had to go live alone with his wife in the desert. Then came Shadrach, Meshach, and To Bed We Go, and then Salome, who was a wicked woman who wore very few clothes and took them off when she danced before Harrods. Shadrach, Meshach, and Winnebago were thrown into a fiery furnace.
When Mary heard that she was the Mother of Jesus, she sang the Magna Carta. When the three wise guys from the East Side arrived, they found Jesus in the manager wrapped in waddling clothes. In the Gospel of Luke they named him Enamel. Jesus was born because Mary had an immaculate contraption. St. John, the Blacksmith, dumped water on his head.
The people who followed the Lord were called the 12 decibels. The epistles were wives of the apostles. One of the opossums was St. Matthew, who was also a taximan. Jesus enunciated the Golden Rule, which says to do one to others before they do one to you. He wrote the "B" Attitudes. Jesus enunciated the Golden Rule, which says to do one to others before they do one to you. He also explained, "Man doth not live by sweat alone." A Republican is a sinner mentioned in the New Testament.
Jesus was crucified on his way to Calgary. It was a miricle when Jesus rose from the dead and managed to get the tombstone off the entrance.
St. Paul cavorted to Christianity. He preached holy acrimony, which is another name for marriage. A Christian should have only one wife. This is called monotony. The natives of Macedonia did not believe in Paul, so he got stoned.
Other Christians were condemned to death in large groups. They entered the arena to face wild lions singing hymns of praise in the name of the Father, the Son, and In-the-Hole-He-Goes. The Romans went to the coliseum to watch the Christians die for the fun of it.

Today is the first day of the “Year of the Priesthood”, proclaimed by Pope Benedict XVI and “dedicated to prayer for the sanctification and renewal of the clergy.”
Certainly we can't deny that the priesthood has had some bad public relations recently. As Fr. Roger Landry said here, “While the whole Church has suffered as a result of the shame of the clergy sexual abuse scandals and the evil that caused them, good priests — after victims and their families — have probably suffered the most. For several years, these honorable men have frequently been suspected or accused of being wicked instead of holy, perverted instead of chaste, rapacious wolves rather than self-sacrificial shepherds. While this has been a time of obvious reparation for them for the sins of their brother priests and bishops and an opportunity for greater union and identification with Christ… it's not exaggeration to say that the image of the holiness of the priesthood has taken a massive hit, one that will likely take generations to repair”.
It seems to me that there is no better time to celebrate a Year of the Priesthood than now, when faithful and honorable priests might well find themselves facing suspicion as result of the sins or failings of others. So let us pray for our priests:
Lord Jesus, You have chosen Your priests from among us and sent them out to proclaim Your word and to act in Your name. For so great a gift to Your Church, we give You praise and thanksgiving. We ask You to fill them with the fire of Your love, that their ministry may reveal Your presence in the Church. Since they are earthen vessels, we pray that Your power shine out through their weakness. In their afflictions let them never be crushed; in their doubts never despair; in temptation never be destroyed; in persecution never abandoned.
Inspire them through prayer to live each day the mystery of Your dying and rising. In time of weakness send them Your Spirit, and help them to praise Your heavenly Father and pray for poor sinners. By the same Holy Spirit, put Your word on their lips and Your love in their hearts, to bring good news to the poor and healing to the brokenhearted. And may the gift of Mary, Your mother, to the disciple whom You loved, be Your gift to every priest. Grant that she who formed You in her human image, may form them in Your divine image, by the power of Your Spirit, to the glory of God the Father. Amen.

In Loreto, Father, I was very happy. - I think the happiest nun. - Then the call came. - Our Lord asked directly - the voice was clear & full of conviction. - Again & again He asked in 1946. - I knew it was He. Fear & terrible feelings - fear lest I was deceived. - But as I have always lived in obedience - I put the whole thing before my spiritual father - hoping the whole time that he will say - it was all devil's deception, but no - like the voice - he said - it is Jesus who is asking you - & then you know how it all worked out. - My Superiors sent me to Asansol [in] 1947 - and there as if Our Lord just gave Himself to me - to the full. The sweetness & consolation & union of those 6 months - passed by too soon.
And then the work started - in Dec. 1948. - By 1950 as the number of Sisters grew - the work grew. –
Now Father - since 49 or 50 this terrible sense of loss - this untold darkness - this loneliness - this continual longing for God - which gives me that pain deep down in my heart. - Darkness is such that I really do not see - neither with my mind nor with my reason. - The place of God in my soul is blank. - There is no God in me. - When the pain of longing is so great - I just long & long for God - and then it is that I feel - He does not want me - He is not there. - Heaven - souls - why these are just words - which mean nothing to me. - My very life seems so contradictory. I help souls - to go where? - Why all this? Where is the soul in my very being? God does not want me. - Sometimes - I just hear my own heart cry out - "My God" and nothing else comes. - The torture and pain I can't explain. – From my childhood I have had a most tender love for Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament - but this too has gone. - I feel nothing before Jesus - and yet I would not miss Holy Com. [Communion] for anything.
You see, Father, the contradictions in my life. I long for God - I want to love Him - to love Him much - to live only for love of Him - to love only - and yet there is but pain - longing and no love. Years back - about 17 years now - I wanted to give God something very beautiful. - I bound myself under pain of Mortal Sin not to refuse Him anything. - Since then I have kept this promise - and when sometimes the darkness is very dark - & I am on the verge of saying "No" to God the thought of that promise pulls me up.
I want only God in my life. - "The work" is really and solely His. - He asked - He told me what to do - He guided every step - directs every movement I take - puts the words in my mouth and makes me teach the Sisters the way. - All that & everything in me is He. - This is why when the world praises me - it really does not touch - not even the surface - of my soul. About the work I am convinced it is all He.
Before I could spend hours before Our Lord - loving Him - talking to Him - and now - not even meditation goes properly - nothing but "My God" - even that sometimes does not come. - Yet deep down somewhere in my heart that longing for God keeps breaking through the darkness. When outside - in the work - or meeting people - there is a presence - of somebody living very close - in very me. - I don't know what this is - but very often, even every day - that love in me for God grows more real. - I find myself telling Jesus unconsciously most strange tokens of love. -
Father, I have opened my heart to you. - Teach me to love God - teach me to love Him much. I am not learned - I don't know many things about the things of God. - I want to love God as and what is to me - "My Father."
Very often I long to make use of the food I give my Sisters - but I can never do it - the same for spiritual books.
All these things were so natural to me before - until Our Lord came fully in my life - I loved God with all the powers of a child's heart. He was the centre of everything I did & said. - Now Father - it [is] so dark, so different and yet my everything is His - in spite of Him not wanting, not caring as if for me.
When the work started - I knew what it will all mean. - But with my whole heart I accepted then everything. - Only one prayer I made - to give me grace to give saints to the Church.My Sisters, Father, are the gift of God to me, they are sacred to me - each one of them. That is why I love them - more than I love myself. - They are a very great part of my life.
My heart & soul & body belongs only to God- that He has thrown away as unwanted the child of His Love -And to this, Father, I have made that resolution in this retreat-
To be at His disposal.
Let Him do with me whatever He wants, as He wants, for as long as He wants. If my darkness is light to some soul - even if it be nothing to nobody - I am perfectly happy - to be God's flower of the field.
On May 23, 2009, a bomb was detonated in the Church of the Assumption, a Roman Catholic church in Nepal. More than a dozen people were injured, and three people died. A 25-year-old Hindu Woman named Sita Shrestha was later arrested and confessed to being involved in planting a bomb. She did so after being influenced by an Nepalese extremist group wishing to make Nepal a Hindu nation. This group had issued a statement which said, “We want all the 1 million Christians out of the country, if not we will plant 1 million bombs in all the houses where Christians live and detonate them.”“And so I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world’s healing hinges, but on His. When He tells us to love our enemies, He gives, along with the command, the love itself.”
Hebrews 10:24 has some wonderful advice: "We must consider how to rouse one another to love and good works." As part of the Body of Christ, we are called to build each other up, to bring out the best in each other. Many of us have room to grow in this area. Here are some questions to consider.
* Are there obstacles in the way that keep me from doing so?
* Am I "looking out for number one?"
* Have I harbored bitterness or resentment?
* Have I allowed my life to get out of balance so that my relationships with others suffer?
* How can I be a source of encouragement to others, especially my family?







Phasing out the human race by voluntarily ceasing to breed will allow Earth's biosphere to return to good health. Crowded conditions and resource shortages will improve as we become less dense.
Abortion is inconceivable without conception, so contraception prevents abortions.
People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered; Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; Succeed anyway.If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you've got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.

Last week, I asked readers to let me know what Biblical figures - other than Jesus or Mary - they would most like to be. The answers I received at this site, at its "mirror site" on St. Blogs Parish, and via email were all over the map, with no clear winner. But here they are... the folks we most want to emulate:

A guy is at the pearly gates, waiting to be admitted, while St. Pete is reading through the Big Book to see if the guy is worthy of entering. Saint Peter goes through the books several times, furrows his brow, and says to the guy, "You know, I can't see that you did anything really good in your life but, you never did anything bad either. Tell you what, if you can tell me of one REALLY good deed that you did in your life, you're in."
The guy thinks for a moment and says, "Yeah, there was this one time when I was drivin' down the highway and I saw a giant group of KKK Biker Gang Rapists assaulting this poor girl. I slowed down my car to see what was going on, and sure enough, there they were, about 50 of 'em torturing this chick. Infuriated, I get out my car, grabbed a tire iron out of my trunk, and walked straight up to the leader of the gang, a huge guy with a studded leather jacket and a chain running from his nose to his ear. As I walked up to the leader, the KKK Biker Gang Rapists formed a circle around me. So, I rip the leader's chain off his face and smash him over the head with the tire iron. Then I turn around and yell to the rest of them, 'Leave this poor, innocent girl alone! You're all a bunch of sick, deranged animals! Go home before I teach you all a lesson in pain!'"
St. Peter, impressed, says, "Really? When did this happen?"
"Oh, about two minutes ago."

In Loreto, Father, I was very happy. - I think the happiest nun. - Then the call came. - Our Lord asked directly - the voice was clear & full of conviction. - Again & again He asked in 1946. - I knew it was He. Fear & terrible feelings - fear lest I was deceived. - But as I have always lived in obedience - I put the whole thing before my spiritual father - hoping the whole time that he will say - it was all devil's deception, but no - like the voice - he said - it is Jesus who is asking you - & then you know how it all worked out. - My Superiors sent me to Asansol [in] 1947 - and there as if Our Lord just gave Himself to me - to the full. The sweetness & consolation & union of those 6 months - passed by too soon.
And then the work started - in Dec. 1948. - By 1950 as the number of Sisters grew - the work grew. –
Now Father - since 49 or 50 this terrible sense of loss - this untold darkness - this loneliness - this continual longing for God - which gives me that pain deep down in my heart. - Darkness is such that I really do not see - neither with my mind nor with my reason. - The place of God in my soul is blank. - There is no God in me. - When the pain of longing is so great - I just long & long for God - and then it is that I feel - He does not want me - He is not there. - Heaven - souls - why these are just words - which mean nothing to me. - My very life seems so contradictory. I help souls - to go where? - Why all this? Where is the soul in my very being? God does not want me. - Sometimes - I just hear my own heart cry out - "My God" and nothing else comes. - The torture and pain I can't explain. – From my childhood I have had a most tender love for Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament - but this too has gone. - I feel nothing before Jesus - and yet I would not miss Holy Com. [Communion] for anything.
You see, Father, the contradictions in my life. I long for God - I want to love Him - to love Him much - to live only for love of Him - to love only - and yet there is but pain - longing and no love. Years back - about 17 years now - I wanted to give God something very beautiful. - I bound myself under pain of Mortal Sin not to refuse Him anything. - Since then I have kept this promise - and when sometimes the darkness is very dark - & I am on the verge of saying "No" to God the thought of that promise pulls me up.
I want only God in my life. - "The work" is really and solely His. - He asked - He told me what to do - He guided every step - directs every movement I take - puts the words in my mouth and makes me teach the Sisters the way. - All that & everything in me is He. - This is why when the world praises me - it really does not touch - not even the surface - of my soul. About the work I am convinced it is all He.
Before I could spend hours before Our Lord - loving Him - talking to Him - and now - not even meditation goes properly - nothing but "My God" - even that sometimes does not come. - Yet deep down somewhere in my heart that longing for God keeps breaking through the darkness. When outside - in the work - or meeting people - there is a presence - of somebody living very close - in very me. - I don't know what this is - but very often, even every day - that love in me for God grows more real. - I find myself telling Jesus unconsciously most strange tokens of love. -
Father, I have opened my heart to you. - Teach me to love God - teach me to love Him much. I am not learned - I don't know many things about the things of God. - I want to love God as and what is to me - "My Father."
Very often I long to make use of the food I give my Sisters - but I can never do it - the same for spiritual books.
All these things were so natural to me before - until Our Lord came fully in my life - I loved God with all the powers of a child's heart. He was the centre of everything I did & said. - Now Father - it [is] so dark, so different and yet my everything is His - in spite of Him not wanting, not caring as if for me.
When the work started - I knew what it will all mean. - But with my whole heart I accepted then everything. - Only one prayer I made - to give me grace to give saints to the Church.
My Sisters, Father, are the gift of God to me, they are sacred to me - each one of them. That is why I love them - more than I love myself. - They are a very great part of my life.
My heart & soul & body belongs only to God- that He has thrown away as unwanted the child of His Love -And to this, Father, I have made that resolution in this retreat-
To be at His disposal.
Let Him do with me whatever He wants, as He wants, for as long as He wants. If my darkness is light to some soul - even if it be nothing to nobody - I am perfectly happy - to be God's flower of the field.