Pope John Paul II’s “Letter to Artists”
It has been I while since I posted the greatest internet video ever made. “Beauty Himself has already saved the world”. Destroys me.
Pope hanging out with is bros in the Vatican cafeteria.
"Pornography is not free speech. Pornography is pernicious. So why do so many men look at pornography? I would like to suggest to you that the reason so many men look at pornography is not only lust, but boredom."
Seriously, find something better to do.
An Argentine and a German, but No Sign at the Vatican of a World Cup Rivalry - NYTimes.com
No plans? Perhaps they would consider stopping by our place. I’ll stop by Sam’s and get some Taquitos.
Time to Abandon Comfort And Defend Essentials - Crisis Magazine
“It is important to understand that the Catholic view is indeed the Catholic view, and is correct no matter what the ruling powers may think of it.”
downloaded photo. this appeared.
One nation, under God….
I have gotten into the habit of saying the Rosary during my daily commute. It is a brief walk from the train station to my office, and if I begin just as the train pulls in, I am saying the Hail Holy Queen just as I hit my office door.
I have to admit that I a little self-conscience about the practice, as there is no mistaking what I am up to as I am walking down the street with my rosary beads. It’s not that I am ashamed, I just get a little concerned that to be so visible might be a bit prideful. I usually chalk this up to the devil trying to disrupt my prayer life and continue on with the practice believing it to be an opportunity to evangelize. Show people that it is still OK to pray in public and potentially inspire others to do the same.
Today, I did not feel like saying my Rosary.
When it came time to pull out my beads, I reached for my headphones instead. It was music, not the Hail Mary that accompanied me on my walk to work today. I began my day without my usual regimen of prayer.
5:17pm. I packed up ready to head home.
I went to reach for my headphones as I typically listen to Catholic Answers Live on my way back to the train. I realized that I my headphones were packed away in my bag, so I reached into my pocket for my Rosary instead. I figured I owed Him one. This was the first time I EVER said the Rosary on my commute back from my office to the train.
The walk back is always more challenging as there is much more hustle and bustle on the street in the evening than there is in the early morning. I reached an intersection full of people and noticed a young Hispanic guy eyeing me on my left. He looked a little out of sorts compared to the rest of the after business crowd. I quickly pegged him as a pan-handler which means this would be a pleasant, but quick conversation as I seldom carry cash these days, and when I do, it does not take much to get it out of me.
Instead of the expected pitch, he pointed to my Rosary beads, “I see your Rosary. Do you pray a lot?”
“Yes,” I said, “I pray when I can.”
“Will you say a prayer for me?
“Yes,” I said, “I would be happy to.”
The light turned green and the people around us began to cross.
“Are you crossing the street?” he asked.
“Then I will come with you,” he said.
At this point he began to tell me his story. He told me he was from LA and he was in town looking for work. He had found a job, but was only able to work half a day today. He told me that he had worked real hard and hoped that this convinced folks to keep him on. He had gotten the job because he had been very persistent and showed up every day until they gave him a spot.
“That’s terrific,” I said. “Hopefully your hard work will pay off.”
We continued walking down the street together. At this point my guard was down, but I was still bracing for the “ask”. Now I will be disappointed that I could not help him out with a few bucks.
He had a question, but it was not what I expected.
“Will you pray for me?”
“Yes, of course, I told you that I will keep you in my prayers.”
“No, my name is Travis, will you pray for me.”
At this point I suddenly realized what he was asking me to do. I stopped in the middle of the busy sidewalk, put my hand on his shoulder, we bowed our heads and began saying the Hail Mary together.
When we were done with our prayer he looked at me, thanked me and asked me my name. I told him, we shook hands and we parted.
God be with you Travis.