I’ll Be On TV

For those who aren’t channel surfing in the pre-dawn hours, every Sunday at 5:30 a.m., the Mass is broadcast on Channel 6.  I’ve watched this on several occasions, and frankly it’s not the best thing in the world.  I mean, it’s Mass, so of course it’s great, but, they cram the entire Sunday Mass into 30 minutes and so there’s a whole lot of shortcuts.  Really, if you’re homebound, you’re much better off waiting till 8:00 and catching EWTN.

At any rate, the TV Mass on Channel 6 is pre-taped, several weeks before it airs.  I don’t necessarily like that, but that’s the topic for another post.

The Seminary’s annual appeal is coming up, and so each year the Seminary gets to tape a Mass to discuss.  This took place the other day, and I got picked to be one of the ones in the congregation.  Further, I was selected to be in the offertory procession, so I should be quite visible on the broadcast!

The Mass will air on Sunday, 10/25  (at 5:30 am).   Tune in to see me!  (Or record it and watch it later).

 

Homeless

As of about two hours ago, I am no longer a homeowner.  This past Saturday my family moved everything out of the condo and into my parents’ garage.  It was a rather sad day.  While I certainly didn’t experience any major milestones or events in that place (like a marriage, birth of a child, family Christmases) it was still home for five years, and seeing it completely empty and closing the door for the last time stung. Quite a bit.   I’m certainly happy here at the Seminary, and haven’t regretted my decision to enter, but I didn’t appreciate the breadth and depth of everything that I’ve given up until I watched it all getting carted out in boxes onto the back of a moving van.

So, early this evening was the closing.  I wasn’t there, but it went well.  The papers are all signed.  A young lady is now the proud owner of a 2 bedroom condo.  My keychain is now a little lighter.  My bank account will be a little fuller (Deo Gratias).  And for now until God-willing I’m ordained a priest, I am a nomad.

The next hurdle: figuring out what to do with two garages full of furniture and personal stuff before winter hits and my parents will want to park their cars in the garage again.

 

Spam

Every day, my junk e-mail account gets at least half a dozen spam emails, all from the same group of organizations.  The subjects are almost invariably the following:

• Find Christian Singles in your area now
• Great Work from home opportunities available
• Free trial of [insert whatever Oprah currently claims is the secret to great health and good looks]

Let’s get this clear.  I am a seminarian.  I have no interest in meeting singles in my area or any area.  I have no time for a job, and even if I did, I wouldn’t be allowed to have one.  And finally, I don’t care what Oprah thinks is the secret to a fabulous life.  I couldn’t afford it anyway.

So to you spammers out there, if you’re looking to grab me, try offering me discount clerical attire, or free spiritual books.  Thanks.

 

Musings of a Seminarian

Have a bit of free time, so I guess I should put a post up here.  A few observations about seminary life so far:

1. It’s a busy life.  Between communal prayer, classes, eating, and meetings, there isn’t a lot of free time left.   It feels like there should be, but somehow there isn’t.
2. You change clothes often.  For the new guys, we have to wear a jacket and tie to most functions, and for the most formal of occasions we wear a black suit with a white shirt and a black necktie.  If you didn’t know any better and you saw us coming down the hall, you’d assume either (a) we were a bunch of funeral directors, (b) we were Mormons on a mission, or (c) we work for a secret agency that monitors and controls alien activity around the world and you’re about to have a portion of your memory modified.  For everyone else (and us after Cassock Day), we would wear clerical shirts or cassocks to class, chapel, and dining room and a cassock and surplice to Mass.  But immediately after such things, the guys tend to change into casual civilian attire.  And if they go to the gym, there’s another change.  Over the course of a day, you can change your outfit half a dozen times.  I should mention that the resident priests often do the same.  You can tell when they wear a different collar to dinner than they wore to breakfast.  Makes me wonder if all priests do this in real life.
3. I really need to learn how to absorb when I read.  I can pick up a paperback novel and read through it and remember most everything.  I pick up a textbook and read a page and I can’t tell you a darn thing that I just read.  If anyone has any ideas on how to improve this area, I’d be appreciative.
4. The seminarians are generally pretty nice.
5. It can be really hard to tell the difference between some of the older seminarians and the younger priests.  As a rule, only clergy are allowed to wear a suit jacket with their collars, so that’s usually a sign to say “hello Father.”  But if the priest is just wearing a clerical shirt, it’s not so easy.
6. Receiving postal mail is fun!
7. They already gave us a session on the upcoming Seminary Appeal.  We’ll be sent out to different parishes to speak after Mass some Sunday, and we went over the guidelines of what to say.  We have to write out our talk and have it approved by the Dean.  Not even here a week, and they’re already showing us how to ask for money.  I suppose if this were a Protestant seminary, they would have done that the first day.

More observations and such later on.

 

Women Religious Visitation

Rob pointed out this article and indicated that it deserved a good fisk, and then suggested me as the man for the job.  The original source can be found here.  Following the lead of Fr. Z, I’ve added my own emphasis and [comments].  I include some information that can be found by poking around this website in my own commentary, and recommend people take a gander for more information.  Article and commentary can be found “below the fold.”

 

Angels

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, and it’ll probably be a while before I post again, but I had to share this story.

First, the backstory.  In the past few weeks, I’ve seen a few episodes of Touched By an Angel on the Hallmark Channel.  I occasionally watched the show years ago before it went into syndication but wouldn’t have called myself a follower or fan.  But in one episode, I saw the Cadillac convertible that Tess drove, and noticed some unique features about its appearance (compared to a variety of other cars I’ve seen).  Still can’t say I’m a fan of that show, but I’ve seen a few episodes here and there so it’s been on my mind.

Today, I was driving off to meet some folks, and as I turned from my complex onto the main road, I saw an older gentleman sitting on the grass across the street.  Not exactly a place where you expect to see someone sitting.  Next to him was a bicycle, which was standing up and propped up by its kickstand.  I didn’t have too much time to assess the situation thanks to the traffic, but a few seconds later I wondered if everything was okay, or if this guy may have needed some kind of help.  I was thinking maybe he fell off his bike and broke a bone or something or may have been suffering from the intense heat.  By then, alas, it was too late for me to pull off and ask if he was okay.

So, I said a prayer to my guardian angel that he would go and check that everything was okay and, if the man needed help, to do whatever necessary to get the guy the help he needs, and if he could, to let me know everything was alright so I wouldn’t worry too much.  Then I said my usual Our Father/Hail Mary/Glory Be combo and hoped for the best.

A few seconds later, I turned the radio back on, and a song was just wrapping up.  The DJ came on, and it turns out her name is Angel something-or-other.  Meanwhile, pulling out from a cross-street was a red convertible.  I don’t know much about cars, but this car pulling out had the exact same distinguishing features as the one from the Touched by an Angel show.

So, at the same moment, around a minute after I said a prayer to my guardian angel, I see a car that looks just like the one driven by Tess the angel in Touched by an Angel, and I hear a lady on the radio whose name is “Angel.”

You can call it a coincidence.  But I sincerely think that it was a sign from my guardian angel or from God that all was (or soon would be) well with the cyclist.

God is good.

 

New Class of Seminarians

I just got a letter in the mail from the Vocations Office.  Mentioned in the letter is that this year there are 12 men entering the seminary for the Archdiocese of Philadelphia this year, with 3 others still waiting review.  This is apparently a record in recent years, which is great news!

Please pray for them (us), especially during the next month as opening day approaches.

 

I wonder if he’ll get his friends to sign the cast

Pope Benedict suffered a fall while on his annual Summer vacation.  Looks like he ended up with a fractured wrist, and required surgery at a local hospital.  What’s particularly interesting, at least to me, is that while he was in the hospital, he refused any preferential treatment and waited his turn behind all the other patients.  I think that’s wonderful.

Though I don’t know how I’d feel if I were in the ER and one of the people ahead of His Holiness in line.  I’m sure His Holiness wasn’t just sitting in the waiting room like all the other patients for security reasons, but still, I can see myself trying to convince the triage nurse that I was fine and let the man in white go ahead.

Two more comments.  1) clearly this is an example of the last shall be first and the first shall be last.

2) Maybe this can be a lesson for some of our own political elite here in the USA.  They’ve got their private doctors and get rush treatment for everything.  Maybe if a few Senators or Presidents had to wait in line at the local ER, we’d get better solutions to our health care problems.

In any case, let’s say a prayer for the recovery of the Holy Father and one of thanksgiving that this fall wasn’t any more serious.

 

Ruth Bader and the Supremes

Various blogs are all over this, but of course our friends at the MSM are not going to raise an eyebrow (they’re still looking for Michael Jackson’s casket I suppose).  Ruth Bader Ginsburg, discussing her surprise at an early-80’s Supreme Court decision that held Medicaid was not required to fund abortions, made the following comment:

“Frankly I had thought that at the time Roe was decided, there was concern about population growth and particularly growth in populations that we don’t want to have too many of.”

Funny.  You would think someone of Jewish descent — who has spoken about antisemitism when she was growing up “in the shadow of World War II” — would be a little more careful when talking about wanting to wipe out populations that a government or society “do[es]n’t want to have too many of.”

 

I’m a human, dangit

So I put in my resignation a few days ago.  And as expected, it was a total shock to a lot of people.

I heard, secondhand, that one of the project managers I work with was discussing this with another, and all he could say was “wow. We’re losing a great resource.”  I replied that I’m a human being, not a coal mine or a library.

That’s the corporate mentality.  We are all just “resources” to be drawn upon as needed.  When one is no longer available, it just means its time to find another one somewhere.  If one is no longer needed, we get rid of it.

Is it any wonder the pro-life movement has so many roadblocks?  If we can’t even recognize an adult worker as a human being, how are we going to recognize an unborn child as the same?