From today's read @thelampmagazine. Don't agree with all of it, but an effective, affective portrayal of our late, "complicated" leader: "And then you remember. One time, so long ago it seems, Francis strode through the deserted streets of a diseased city, bathed in unreal blue light. Everyone else in authority had fled. All that remained was this old man. He walked slowly in the rain through Saint Peter’s Square and stopped before the ancient icon, which he had moved from Mary Major for this very occasion. He bowed his head. Who could say if the water running down his cheeks was tears or rain? Into the basilica he went. From the altar he raised a golden monstrance. He turned and walked back into the square. There he held it aloft, bared the Blessed Sacrament to the world, and made the sign of the cross over the whole vacant expanse. And then—gone.
After that Francis slipped slowly, then suddenly, into senescence. What was left to him? He had performed his duty; he had stood firm right at the point where the gates of Hell might have prevailed. It was his last, perhaps only, great act. The final five years of his papacy unfolded like a bad dream. The self-defeating restrictions on the Latin Mass, the humiliating trip to Canada, the ongoing meta-textual mess of the Synod of Synodality—Francis stumbled through the remainder of his papacy beaten and broken. To attend a general audience in those years was a bizarre experience: Francis zoomed through Saint Peter’s Square seated in the back of the Popemobile with his arms crossed. Though the crowds cheered, he hardly spoke and he never smiled. For him the world had ended long ago; he was just waiting to leave it."
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@NoticerCat18155 Point your fellow upward before returning him to your pants (a piece of TP will catch the resulting dribble.) Was a game changer for me.
From today's read, another by @philippilk, all very good, but I hunger for the word "vocation" to come up:
"In reality, pre-modern people were not obsessed with their identities because they saw their reason for existing as living in conformity with the natural law. People in this period were not so much interested in *who they were* and were far more interested in *what they should be doing* – a far healthier mode of human existence...The post-Enlightenment, liberal world has become obsessed with identity because it has lost any sense of purpose. The pre-liberal world relegated the question of identity to a subordinate position in the general schema of society. Far more important than a man’s identity was a man’s character – and a man’s character was determined by how well he lived in line with the natural law."
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@JamesWHankins1 I’ve never had to use it, but my plan if I ever get pressed on “what are you pronouns” is to use another of their own weapons against them, “I’m not comfortable answering that question.”
A great student from my first ever course--Introduction to Literature in Fall 2023. Georges is off to continue his excellence at Georgetown's medical school in the Fall. Gator Nation, worldwide!
Congratulations to Georges Rabil of MBI researcher Dr. Matthew Farrer’s lab on his 2026 Outstanding Student Scholar Award from @ufalumni in partnership with the Honors Program.
The award recognizes exceptional scholarship among graduating UF seniors. 🎉
From today's read: "The most important benefits of a democratic monarch may be intangible. Part II [of the Constitution] begins, “The King is the Head of State, the symbol of its unity and permanence.” Proponents of the institution argue that it provides a sense of continuity as power moves from one political party to another, or as parties themselves evolve and devolve. It is a reminder that there is life beyond politics, offering a kind of civil religion with a unique political liturgy. So far from arrogance, the symbol of the monarch may counsel humility in human affairs, a reminder of the limits of rationality and democratic governance."
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God bless my family, my friend Deborah, this cathedral parish, and this archdiocese.
St. Jude Thaddeus, obtain for us the impossible.
St. John Paul II and St. Charbel Makhlouf, pray for us.
Blessed Solanus Casey, intercede for us.
Visited Detroit’s Cathedral of The Most Blessed Sacrament on Sunday. There’s only one Sunday Mass there per week, and no Vigil Mass, a pretty shocking signal of the decline this part of the country has felt. The surrounding community feels hollowed out, but not dangerous.
Turns out one of my cousins married a Catholic, and his mom is trying to convert her, but their evangelical prowess must be pretty pitiful as my cousin’s position is that she “worships one God, not relics and Popes.” Neither she nor her husband are regular church attenders.