Here I Am, Folks

A new hymn for the new messiah, courtesy of Mark Shea : I, the Lord of sea and sky, I have heard my people cry. All the sick and unemployed, My hand will save. I, the last, best hope on earth, I’ll increase our nation’s worth. I will make our planet heal I promise change . . . Chorus: . . . . Continue Reading »

Barack Divided Cannot Stand

It is good to be skeptical of Sen. Obama’s promise to lead this country beyond the “old divisions,” as though the fierce partisanship of, say, the Culture Wars were fueled by pure spite. As many commentators have said, this “beyondism” is itself just another partisan . . . . Continue Reading »

“Your Brother is a Blessing”

Allow me one more post on Down syndrome. Michael Franc, the vice president of government relations for the Heritage Foundation, takes off his policy hat and reflects on his experience as the brother of a sibling with Down syndrome as he writes a letter to Track, Bristol, Willow, and Piper Palin . . . . . Continue Reading »

Good for Seoul

While in Seoul, South Korea this summer, I had the opportunity to attend Saturday evening Mass at Myongdong Cathedral with a young French physicist friend. I couldn’t understand a word—it was entirely in Korean—but I was deeply moved. There were no rich vestments, incense, Gregorian . . . . Continue Reading »

When Sex Leads to Blog Posts

There’s just something about a news article entitled ” When Sex Leads To A Stroke ” that makes my eyebrows rise with suspicion. Headlines, of course, are written to grab the attention of the reader, so they tend to lean towards exaggeration. But the title of this article . . . . Continue Reading »

Reverse Scam

“Vengeance is mine”, saith the Lord—but this does not prevent His working through fully conscious secondary causes. One inspired avenging angel tricked would-be scammers in Nigeria into re-enacting the Monty Python “Dead Parrot” sketch. The result is a hilarious object . . . . Continue Reading »

“Something Saintly”

He was an ordinary man, on many counts: a husband, a father, a former Vietnam pilot. He worked his farm in Nokesville, VA, and gave hayrides to the local kids and built bonfires every fall; he coached soccer and basketball at my high school and laid the floor of our first real gym, which doubled as . . . . Continue Reading »