Posts Tagged ‘ Crisis Magazine ’

Fish, or cut bait

As I write this (2015 October), I still enjoy all the freedoms I can imagine. But, I can imagine that these freedoms are not long for this world.

For example, as big a mistake as I believe Roe v Wade, and Obergefell are, and as abhorrent as I find the state-sanctioned (and subsidized by my tax dollars) murder of millions, and the fashionable redefinition of an ages-old institution, my life really has not been directly impacted. I certainly have not found the need to adjust my actions, or re-evaluate my opinions. But, neither do I think this new status quo will be mine to have until my children bury me – or until their children bury them (etc.).

The trend, however, is distressing.

Some have said that the current state of affairs for Roman Catholics is the worst it’s ever been. Frankly, my vision of the First Christians and the persecutions of Nero are a tad worse. I think the overt anti-Catholicism in this country, not all that long ago (tho before my time), was worse than things are now.

True, the obsession over sexual orientation of priests is fuel for the secular (read: anti-Catholic) media. We are our own worst enemy – most especially the way the Church has reacted (not) to priests who express (I repeat: express) any sexual orientation. Continuing to molly-coddle politicians who claim to be “good” Catholics, while supporting the abortion industry isn’t helping anybody. The list goes on (and on). But, it’s not all that bad. Yet. Is it?

I don’t see it staying that way, tho.

In a recent article in Crisis Magazine, James Kalb writes “On Resistance: What are the Options?”  He and I are on the same page: things are definitely going (gone?) south, and what are we going to do about it? I mean, I can live with a lot of the current nonsense; but what do I do when the politically-correct police (some countries do have “religious police” – I guess we can never have that here?) come calling?

He closes with “As someone said, silence is death – and that is not at all prudent.” Yeah, kinda. What death? I am very attached to my corpus, but Christ made several references, some not all that oblique, to the requirement to die (physically) in order to live (spiritually).

GOD forbid, but I really do believe we are moving toward the opportunity to put our money where our mouth is. I really do believe the time is coming where our feet will be held to the fire. Maybe I’ll never see a re-incarnation of Nero. But, there might be some white sheets with the eye-holes already cut-out that will be exhumed.

Back, to Kalb: “Should Catholics swear an oath to uphold the Constitution?” Too late, already have. Years ago, in fact. And proud of it. However, I kinda glossed over the “enemies…domestic.” I was focused on “enemies foreign.” Now, almost daily, I am given a new example of domestic enemies; so far most of them are in Washington, D.C.

I am having a harder and harder time working for a corporate giant “whose ‘corporate vision’ emphasizes ‘tolerance and inclusion’ that include compulsory celebration of ‘sexual diversity’.” Pretty sure the day is coming when I’ll be standing at the urinal next to someone in a dress, tho. And the “celebrations” aren’t compulsory, yet.

I can already see that I don’t want my kids in public schools, and Common Core and all the other crap mandated by the left is just coming into the mainstream. Trouble is, will Catholic schools be in the same camp? Yes, I am seriously entertaining home schooling – hopefully it will remain legal for at least the next twelve years. Cross my fingers.

Could living in this country get so bad (my point of view) that I will have to make a conscious, deliberate decision “not to follow the directives of civil authorities”? Yeah, I think so. It hasn’t yet. But, I don’t have any reason to think it’s an impossibility.

Just last week, coming out of Harbor Freight, another customer asked if I was Catholic. No, it’s not like I have “RC” tattooed on my forehead; in fact I wear a Crucifix on a chain around my neck – all the time (not just in church). We talked about where this country was going, both of us on the same side of “it’s not getting better.” It was a wonderfully frank and open discussion between two strangers. Did my heart good.

Most recently, is an article in the Christian Science Monitor (picked up by MSN): “Texan Mom wins fight against McGraw-Hill textbook that ‘erased’ slavery.” Apparently, Roni Dean-Burren made the discovery and posted it on Facebook. Sadly, McGraw-Hill doesn’t seem at all remorseful, but has promised to “clarify.” “Clarify,” my ass. But, this incident is indicative of two things: (1) the changes are small, and practically invisible; and (2) if the adults in this country don’t pay attention we will lose this country.

So, a big BRAVA to Ms. Dean-Burren for raising the flag; and I’m guessing that merely posting it on Facebook didn’t put her in the poor-house or take years of campaigning (like the “good old days”). We should all be as diligent. We all need to be as diligent.

Freedom isn’t free.



So, you think your life is interesting?

Apologies to the army of faithful readers who have not had any ink from my pen recently. Just been busy. Sorry.

On a much larger scale (bigger than my own ricebowl) some things have been happening, last week especially; but I have bigger fish to fry: D-Day is this Saturday. Yep, we have scheduled a Caesarian Section for the Fourth of July. While I can’t imagine a better day to have a birthday (at least I have never had fireworks for my birthday), Delivery Day is only four days away as I write this. This is the homestretch.

I am fully aware that it is my wife who has been pregnant – not me. What that feels like, the Good Lord evidently felt I was not able to fathom (I bow to His wisdom). So, my side of the coin is different, and I have to work with that.

In his “Reflections on Surviving One Year of Fatherhood,” Peter Freeman (Crisis Magazine, Jun 24) makes the point of the OJT parent, or more specifically the brand new father who has nary a clue what he’s doing. IMHO, I guess I know more; I certainly feel I know a lot more. But, whereas he has completed (survived?) the first year, mine does not start for a few more days. Whether or not The Twins will vault me past him (since his teacher is a single son) is TBD. We’ll see about my learning curve, after all that’s what this series “So, you think your life is interesting?” is all about.

I can say, as I approach the starting line that I am extremely excited. Awe and joy come to mind, as well as thanks for this opportunity. I will miss putting my hand on my wife’s belly and feeling the movement of the little people in there (I am still amazed at how much they move). At the same time, those two “entities” will become hold-in-my-hand persons in a matter of a few days. I will be floating on top of the world.

One thing that will separate his experience from my own is that I am fully employed (gainfully employed, full time, outside the home). However, my employment has a bizarre schedule: 7:30 pm to 7:30 am (yeah: 12 hour shift – at night), seven days on, seven days off. So, during my work week, I am useless; to me, being a zombie is no fiction. Having survived the layoff, I am now commuting one-to-two hours each way. Pretty much traded a job I hated with a short commute for a job I merely dislike a lot with an obscene commute. The week I am off feels like a mini-vacation. In fact, last week, both my wife and I talked about how wonderful it was for me to be home.

Of course, with the twins literally in hand, my work weeks of trying to sleep during the day between the “dog lady’s” hoard of little darlings (aka “King Charles Cavaliers”) being released into her backyard won’t be nearly as restful. And since it will be just my wife and me (for some inexplicable reason, her mother might not be showing up for another month), my mini-vacation week may not be all that restful, either. But, anyone who has worked the night shift for any length of time knows with every fiber of his being what “sleep deprivation” really means.

As to the small details of child-caring, I don’t think there is much I don’t know. Not that I know EVERTYHING – don’t misunderstand. It is more that I know we will be thrown some curve-balls and we will do our best and move on. Changing diapers I can do; trimming fingernails I can’t (I can still vividly remember the first and last time I trimmed my first daughter’s nails: that tiny little drop of blood was far more devastating than the blood-curdling scream).

Nursery rhymes I know, it’s just that I don’t think my voice is particularly soothing. However, I can read James Whitcomb Riley, just like my own father read to us.

I read an article in a formerly respected newspaper on “Sleep Training,” and found the concept unconscionable. My wife and I are on the same page on that one.

I have already made a list of books to acquire (I collect books anyway); beyond Riley there is “Pat the Bunny” and “Hello Moon” (both daily favorites of my first daughter). My goal is to teach the kids to love to read. Teach them to be curious and find their own answers is my motto. Education can be fun, and is certainly more rewarding than mere entertainment.

And, since we have been blessed with a boy and a girl, my wife gets to buy dollies and I get to buy trucks. There is nothing “fluid” about gender in our home.

Curiously, Professor Freeman mentions nothing about faith; I am sorry for him and his new family. Baptism will come soon, attending Mass will be often, and prayers will be daily.