L.A. Plague Squirrel and Cultural Memory

L.A. Plague Squirrel and Cultural Memory

So the Black Death hit SoCal.  Sort of. Over the last few weeks, media outlets worldwide have reported that parts of the Angeles National Forest in Los Angeles County were shut down when a squirrel was discovered to be carrying a variation of the bubonic plague.  No...
Homeless Pastor?  Not Quite.

Homeless Pastor? Not Quite.

A year-and-a-half ago, when I was in Cuernavaca, Mexico on a faculty-staff seminar immersion, I heard a story told of a bishop in northern Mexico who, one Christmas Eve, abruptly entered the cathedral before mass and, announcing to the assembled worshippers that there...
You Can Have Carrot Top

You Can Have Carrot Top

File another one under: “Yay, he’s on our side!”  I’m not one to get all into who’s Catholic and who isn’t, but sometimes … it’s worth celebrating. Jim Gaffigan is a very funny man; Catholic too, and he’s got the five kids to prove it.  A recent article in...
The Jumbotron and the Cross

The Jumbotron and the Cross

I watched it on a jumbotron, ready to be sometimes confused, occasionally prayerful, and mostly bored. It was going to be standard, if Catholic, public pageantry, but lacking the usual commentary track of disembodied voices speaking quasi-reverently over the...
Both Rockin’ and Prayerful

Both Rockin’ and Prayerful

Nothing could dampen the enthusiasm at last night’s World Youth Day Rio 2013 kick off celebration. Cold? Rain? Power-outage on the subway? Nothing. A party thousands strong right on Copacabana Beach was both rockin’ and prayerful. Oh yes, I said it: rockin’ and...
It’s A Boy! (In A Box?)

It’s A Boy! (In A Box?)

On 22 July, Buckingham Palace announced (by a combination of town crier and easel in front of the palace, obviously.  I mean, how else?) , “Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Cambridge was safely delivered of a son at 4:24 today.”  It is hard to imagine a baby born...
God Has Not Been Idle with the Young

God Has Not Been Idle with the Young

On the way to an airport, bedraggled and sleep deprived, I found myself on a bus with a random assortment of backpacks and young adults.  Seated in front of me was a young man from Australia.  I recognized Tom from the previous day.  He asked a great question during...