Unto Dust We Shall Return

Today begins Lent.


Lent prepares us for the cycle of mortality and resurrection, perfected by Christ, without which life has no meaning. It’s a time of humility. We call to mind our human brokenness in hopes of making ourselves better imitators of Christ.

On Ash Wednesday, we mark ourselves with the sign of the cross in ashes. “Remember, man, that you are dust and unto dust you shall return (Genesis 3:19).”

The path to heaven, after all, goes through the cross. Lent is our annual chance to step away from our human excesses of sin and pleasure and leisure and sloth and apathy and complacency.  One way we do this is through small sacrifices, like giving up something we enjoy. Or we can make this a radical Lent.

The modern world treats calls to humility and reminders of mortality as capital crimes. All the more reason for Catholics to wear our ashes humbly today.

How You Can Save Religious Freedom in America

When Barack Obama declared that Catholics must either violate their consciences or face government persecution, he wasn’t going after just Catholics.  Nor was he promoting healthcare.

Barack Obama and his myrmidon Kathleen Sebelius tried to erase the First Amendment.  They tried to erase religious freedom.  They tried to take away yet another foundational liberty that made America America.

And they will try again!

Unless you stop them.

But how are you going to stop them alone? 

Well, you are not alone.

On February 24 and 25, you can meet your army and get your training.  You can become a soldier in the war for religious and economic freedom. 

The 3rd Anniversary Tea Party weekend is boot camp for the battle of 2012.  For just $65 for the entire weekend—meals included—you can arm yourself with the latest in political warfare.

Can’t make it both days?  Tickets are available for Friday evening or Saturday, too.

But please sign up now.  We need to know how many soldiers are willing to launch this battle.

If you cannot attend, sponsor someone else to take your place.

Please pray for our mission whether you attend or not.  We need God’s help above all else.

Obama showed us just how far he’s willing to go to eradicate, or at least subdue, religion from the United States. He’s willing to go further. Given another four years and the mandate of re-election, Obama’s change will extinguish hope.

 This is our crusade.  This is our battle. This our prayer.  That we may remain free to worship and live, to work and pray as we think best in pursuit of happiness and a good society.

Obama’s War on Catholics Has Nothing To Do With Healthcare

Obama’s dictate that Catholic organizations must participate in contraception and abortion has nothing to do with healthcare or rights or contraception or anything of the sort. Not at all. Modern dictatorships don’t operate that way.

Obama just destroyed the free practice clause of the First Amendment, and that’s exactly what he intended.

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof

Obama declared jihad on Christianity.

crusadersObama exercised absolute power—the power he warned us about at the State of the Union address.

Notice his “compromise” on the matter. Today, Obama ordered insurance companies to provide contraceptives and abortifacients to employees of the Catholic church  . . . for free!

Obama has told us that he despises the Constitution because it “reflected fundamental flaw of this country that continues to this day.” 

Subordinating the Catholic church to his despotic rule is just one step in his perverted mission to fix those flaws.

Time to open up a can of crusade on this potentate.

Christmas on Sunday

When I was a kid, I loved Christmas on Sundays. What I hated were the years before and after the Sunday Christmas.  Our_Mother_of_Perpetual_Help[1]

My problem was I didn’t want to go to Mass two days in a row.

To give some background, I grew up in a Catholic home.  Very Catholic.  My dad went to Epiphany. My mom’s Catholic, and her dad converted very late in life.  Two of my dad’s cousins were Monsignors. Our most treasured piece of art was a Mother of Perpetual Help painting by my aunt Mame.  Before every meal we said, in unison:

Bless us, oh Lord, and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive from thy bounty. Through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

Every meal.

Despite all this great Catholic upbringing, daily Mass—even two days out of seven—seemed like punishment.

In this, I believe, I was the perfect American male.

True or not, our cultural image of the Wild West involves lawless, wild men tamed by Bible-beating women. Not that American men are bad by nature, but left to our own devices, we’ll build a saloon and a house for women who go well with whiskey before we build a church and recruit a preacher.

But when the women folk show up, preacher in tow, we heel.  And we heal.

In our wildness, we wound ourselves and others.  Perhaps not physically, but wounds we open.

Years later, we appreciate the civilizing effect of church.

At 48, I no longer dread Mass.  I look forward to Midnight Mass this year, and I’ll try to talk the family into making the trek to St. Francis de Sales for its heavenly Midnight Mass.

Though I’m no better a person now than I was when two Masses in one week tortured me, I’ve come to understand that God’s inconveniences are not obstacles but express ways: the pain perfects us.

This year, Christmas is on a Sunday.  I’m not sure how I feel about that.