Monday, February 13, 2012

Saint Ermenilda of Ely

Also known as
  • Ermengild of Ely                             
  • Ermenhild of Ely
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Born a princess, the daughter of King Erconbert of Kent, and Saint Sexburga of Ely. Ermenilda was a pious youth with a strong prayer life. Married to the pagan Wulfhere, King of Mercia whom she converted by setting a good example. Queen. Mother of Saint Werburga of Chester and King Coenrad of Mercia, who abdicated to become a monk in Rome, Italy. Ermenilda used her royal influence to destroy the last of Anglo-Saxon paganism. When widowed, she became a Benedictine nun at Minster-in-Sheppy abbey, which had been founded by her mother. She served as abbess there and at the abbey at Ely, England.
Died
Canonized

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Saint Gregory II
[Pope Saint Gregory II]Also known as
  • Gregory the Younger
  • Gregory Junior
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Involved in Church affairs from an early age. Pope Saint Sergius I ordained Gregory a sub-deacon. He served the next four popes as treasurer of the Church, then librarian. Assigned important missions. Accompanied Pope Constantine to Constantinople for discussions with Emperor Justinian II.
Elected 89th pope in 715. He held synods to correct abuses, stopped heresy and promoted discipline and morality in religious and clerical life. Rebuilt a great portion of the walls of Rome, Italy to protect the city against the Lombards. Restored churches, cared for the sick and aged, re-established monasteries and abbeys. Consecrated Saint Boniface and Saint Corbinian as missionary bishops to the tribes in Germany. English pilgrims increased to the point that they required a church, cemetery, and school of their own.
In his dealings with Emperor Leo III, Gregory’s showed strength and patience. Leo demanded destruction of holy images. When bishops failed to convince him of his error, they disobeyed and appealed to the Pope. Gregory tried to change the emperor’s thinking, counseled the people to maintain allegiance to the prince, and encouraged the bishops to oppose the heresy. It appears he won out.
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Friday, February 10, 2012

Saint Scholastica

Saint Scholastica, from the San Luca Altarpiece.
Virgin
Bornc. 480 AD
Nursia, Umbria, Italy
Died10 February 547
near Monte Cassino
Honored inRoman Catholic Church
Eastern Orthodox Church
CanonizedPre-Congregation
Feast10 February
Attributesnun with crozier and crucifix; nun with dove flying from her mouth[1]
Patronageconvulsive children; nuns; invoked against storms and rain; Le Mans[1]
Scholastica (c. 480 – 10 February 547) is a saint of the Roman Catholic Church and the Eastern Orthodox Churches. Born in Italy, she was the twin sister of St. Benedict of Nursia.
St. Gregory the Great, in his Dialogues, tells us that she was a nun and leader of a community for women at Plombariola, about five miles from Benedict's abbey at Monte Cassino. We do not know what rule this community followed, although it seems most likely it was the Rule of St. Benedict.
Scholastica was dedicated to God from a young age (some tellings of her story indicate that she preceded Benedict in godliness, and he came to holiness after she did). The most commonly told story about her is that she would, once a year, go and visit her brother at a place near his abbey, and they would spend the day worshiping together and discussing sacred texts and issues.
One year at the end of the day, they had supper and continued their conversation. When Benedict indicated it was time for him to leave, she protested, and begged him to stay with her for the evening so they could continue their discussions. He refused, insisting that he needed to return to his cell. At that point, Scholastica closed her hands in prayer, and after a moment, a wild storm started outside of the guest house in which they were housed. Benedict asked, "What have you done?", to which she replied, "I asked you and you would not listen; so I asked my God and he did listen. So now go off, if you can, leave me and return to your monastery." Benedict was unable to return to his monastery, and they spent the night in discussion. According to Gregory's Dialogues, three days later, from his cell, he saw his sister's soul leaving the earth and ascending to heaven in the form of a shining white dove.
Her memorial is 10 February. Scholastica is the patron saint of nuns, convulsive children, and is invoked against storms and rain.
She was recently selected as the main motif for a high value commemorative coin: the Austria €50 'The Christian Religious Orders', issued 13 March 2002. On the obverse (heads) side of the coin Scholastica is depicted alongside Benedict.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012


Saint Anthony, Abbot



His story 

Feastday: January 17



Two Greek philosophers ventured out into the Egyptian desert to the mountain where Anthony lived. When they got there, Anthony asked them why they had come to talk to such a foolish man? He had reason to say that -- they saw before them a man who wore a skin, who refused to bathe, who lived on bread and water. They were Greek, the world's most admired civilization, and Anthony was Egyptian, a member of a conquered nation. They were philosophers, educated in languages and rhetoric. Anthony had not even attended school as a boy and he needed an interpreter to speak to them. In their eyes, he would have seemed very foolish.  

But the Greek philosophers had heard the stories of Anthony. They had heard how disciples came from all over to learn from him, how his intercession had brought about miraculous healings, how his words comforted the suffering. They assured him that they had come to him because he was a wise man.

Anthony guessed what they wanted. They lived by words and arguments. They wanted to hear his words and his arguments on the truth of Christianity and the value of ascetism. But he refused to play their game. He told them that if they truly thought him wise, "If you think me wise, become what I am, for we ought to imitate the good. Had I gone to you, I should have imitated you, but, since you have come to me, become what I am, for I am a Christian."  

Anthony's whole life was not one of observing, but of becoming. When his parents died when he was eighteen or twenty he inherited their three hundred acres of land and the responsibility for a young sister. One day in church, he heard read Matthew 19:21: "If you wish to be perfect, go, sell your possessions, and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; then come, follow me." Not content to sit still and meditate and reflect on Jesus' words he walked out the door of the church right away and gave away all his property except what he and his sister needed to live on. On hearing Matthew 6:34, "So do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring worries of its own. Today's trouble is enough for today," he gave away everything else, entrusted his sister to a convent, and went outside the village to live a life of praying, fasting, and manual labor. It wasn't enough to listen to words, he had to become what Jesus said.  

Every time he heard of a holy person he would travel to see that person. But he wasn't looking for words of wisdom, he was looking to become. So if he admired a person's constancy in prayer or courtesy or patience, he would imitate it. Then he would return home.  

Anthony went on to tell the Greek philosophers that their arguments would never be as strong as faith. He pointed out that all rhetoric, all arguments, no matter how complex, how well-founded, were created by human beings. But faith was created by God. If they wanted to follow the greatest ideal, they should follow their faith.  

Anthony knew how difficult this was. Throughout his life he argued and literally wrestled with the devil. His first temptations to leave his ascetic life were arguments we would find hard to resist -- anxiety about his sister, longings for his relatives, thoughts of how he could have used his property for good purposes, desire for power and money. When Anthony was able to resist him, the devil then tried flattery, telling Anthony how powerful Anthony was to beat him. Anthony relied on Jesus' name to rid himself of the devil. It wasn't the last time, though. One time, his bout with the devil left him so beaten, his friends thought he was dead and carried him to church. Anthony had a hard time accepting this. After one particular difficult struggle, he saw a light appearing in the tomb he lived in. Knowing it was God, Anthony called out, "Where were you when I needed you?" God answered, "I was here. I was watching your struggle. Because you didn't give in, I will stay with you and protect you forever."  

With that kind of assurance and approval from God, many people would have settled in, content with where they were. But Anthony's reaction was to get up and look for the next challenge -- moving out into the desert.  

Anthony always told those who came to visit him that the key to the ascetic life was perseverance, not to think proudly, "We've lived an ascetic life for a long time" but treat each day as if it were the beginning. To many, perseverance is simply not giving up, hanging in there. But to Anthony perseverance meant waking up each day with the same zeal as the first day. It wasn't enough that he had given up all his property one day. What was he going to do the next day?  

Once he had survived close to town, he moved into the tombs a little farther away. After that he moved out into the desert. No one had braved the desert before. He lived sealed in a room for twenty years, while his friends provided bread. People came to talk to him, to be healed by him, but he refused to come out. Finally they broke the door down. Anthony emerged, not angry, but calm. Some who spoke to him were healed physically, many were comforted by his words, and others stayed to learn from him. Those who stayed formed what we think of as the first monastic community, though it is not what we would think of religious life today. All the monks lived separately, coming together only for worship and to hear Anthony speak.  

But after awhile, too many people were coming to seek Anthony out. He became afraid that he would get too proud or that people would worship him instead of God. So he took off in the middle of the night, thinking to go to a different part of Egypt where he was unknown. Then he heard a voice telling him that the only way to be alone was to go into the desert. He found some Saracens who took him deep into the desert to a mountain oasis. They fed him until his friends found him again.  

Anthony died when he was one hundred and five years old. A life of solitude, fasting, and manual labor in the service of God had left him a healthy, vigorous man until very late in life. And he never stopped challenging himself to go one step beyond in his faith.  

Saint Athanasius, who knew Anthony and wrote his biography, said, "Anthony was not known for his writings nor for his worldly wisdom, nor for any art, but simply for his reverence toward God." We may wonder nowadays at what we can learn from someone who lived in the desert, wore skins, ate bread, and slept on the ground. We may wonder how we can become him. We can become Anthony by living his life of radical faith and complete commitment to God.


In His Footsteps: Fast for one day, if possible, as Anthony did, eating only bread and only after the sun sets. Pray as you do that God will show you how dependent you are on God for your strength.



Prayer: Saint Anthony, you spoke of the importance of persevering in our faith and our practice. Help us to wake up each day with new zeal for the Christian life and a desire to take the next challenge instead of just sitting still. Amen 



The biography of Anthony's life by Athanasius of Alexandria helped to spread the concept of monasticism, particularly in Western Europe through Latin translations. He is often erroneously considered the first monk, but as his biography and other sources make clear, there were many ascetics before him. Anthony was, however, the first known ascetic going into the wildernessfrom between AD 270–271, a geographical shift that seems to have contributed to his renown.[4] 

Anthony is appealed to against infectious diseases, particularly skin diseases. "Saint Anthony's fire" has described different afflictions including ergotism, erysipelas and shingles.

Life 

Most of what is known about the life of Anthony comes from the Life of Anthony. Written in Greek around 360 by Athanasius of Alexandria, it depicts Anthony as an illiterate and holy man who through his existence in a primordial landscape has an absolute connection to the divine truth, which always is synonymous with that of Athanasius as the biographer.[4] Sometime before 374, it was translated into Latin by Evagrius of Antioch. The Latin translation helped the Life become one of the best known works of literature in the Christian world, a status it would hold through the Middle Ages.[5] In addition to the Life, several surviving homilies and epistles of varying authenticity provide some additional autobiographical detail. 

Anthony was born in Cooma near Herakleopolis Magna in Lower Egypt in 251 to wealthy landowner parents. When he was about 18 years old, his parents died and left him with the care of his unmarried sister. 

There are various legends associating him with pigs: one is that for a time he worked as a swineherd. 

In 285, at the age of 34, he decided to follow the words of Jesus, who had said: "If you want to be perfect, go, sell what you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasures in heaven; and come, follow Me.",[6] which is part of the Evangelical counsels. Taking these words quite literally, Anthony gave away some of the family estate to his neighbors, sold the remaining property, donated the funds thus raised to the poor, placed his sister with a group of Christian virgins,[7] a sort of proto-nunnery at the time, and himself became the disciple of a local hermit.[8] 

The appellation "Father of Monasticism" is misleading, as Christian monasticism was already being practiced in the deserts of Egypt. Ascetics commonly retired to isolated locations on the outskirts of cities. Anthony is notable for being one of the first ascetics to attempt living in the desert proper, completely cut off from civilization. His anchoretic lifestyle was remarkably harsher than that of his predecessors. By the 2nd century there were also famous Christian ascetics, such as Saint Thecla. Saint Anthony decided to follow this tradition and headed out into the alkaline Nitrian Desert region (which became the location of monasteries Nitria, Kellia and Scetis)), about 95 km (59 mi) west of Alexandria, on the edge of the Western Desert. Here he remained for some 13 years.[8] 

Also note that the Therapeutae, pagan ascetic hermits and loosely organized cenobitic communities described by the Hellenized Jewish philosopher Philo of Alexandria in the first century, were long established in the harsh environments by the Lake Mareotis close to Alexandria, and in other less-accessible regions. Philo understood that for "this class of persons may be met with in many places, for both Greece and barbarian countries want to enjoy whatever is perfectly good."[9] 

According to Athanasius, the devil fought St. Anthony by afflicting him with boredom, laziness, and the phantoms of women, which he overcame by the power of prayer, providing a theme for Christian art. After that, he moved to a tomb, where he resided and closed the door on himself, depending on some local villagers who brought him food. When the devil perceived his ascetic life and his intense worship, he was envious and beat him mercilessly, leaving him unconscious. When his friends from the local village came to visit him and found him in this condition, they carried him to a church. 

After he recovered, he made a second effort and went back into the desert to a farther mountain by the Nile called Pispir, now Der el Memun, opposite Crocodilopolis. There he lived strictly enclosed in an old abandoned Roman fort for some twenty years.[8] According to Athanasius, the devil again resumed his war against Saint Anthony, only this time the phantoms were in the form of wild beasts, wolves, lions, snakes and scorpions. They appeared as if they were about to attack him or cut him into pieces. But the saint would laugh at them scornfully and say, "If any of you have any authority over me, only one would have been sufficient to fight me." At his saying this, they disappeared as though in smoke, and God gave him the victory over the devil. While in the fort he only communicated with the outside world by a crevice through which food would be passed and he would say a few words. Saint Anthony would prepare a quantity of bread that would sustain him for six months. He did not allow anyone to enter his cell; whoever came to him stood outside and listened to his advice. 

The former main altar of the hermitage church in Warfhuizen in the Netherlands with a mural of Anthony Abbot and a reliquary with some of his relics. Since then they have been moved to a new golden shrine on a side-altar especially made for them.  

Anthony went to the Fayyum and confirmed the brethren there in the Christian faith, then returned to his old Roman fort. In 311, Anthony wished to become a martyr and went to Alexandria. He visited those who were imprisoned for the sake of Christ and comforted them. When the Governor saw that he was confessing his Christianity publicly, not caring what might happen to him, he ordered him not to show up in the city. However, the Saint did not heed his threats. He faced him and argued with him in order that he might arouse his anger so that he might be tortured and martyred, but it did not happen.

He left Alexandria to return to the old Roman fort upon the end of the persecutions. Here, many came to visit him and to hear his teachings. He saw that these visits kept him away from his worship. As a result, he went further into the Eastern Desert of Egypt. He travelled to the inner wilderness for three days, until he found a spring of water and some palm trees, and then he chose to settle there. On this spot now stands the monastery of Saint Anthony the Great. There, he anticipated the rule of Benedict of Nursia who lived about 200 years later; "pray and work", by engaging himself and his disciple or disciples in manual labor. Anthony himself cultivated a garden and wove mats of rushes. He and his disciples were regularly sought out for words of enlightenment. These statements were later collected into the book of Sayings of the Desert Fathers. Anthony himself is said to have spoken to those of a spiritual disposition personally, leaving the task of addressing the more worldly visitors to Macarius. On occasions, he would go to the monastery on the outskirts of the desert by the Nile to visit the brethren, then return to his inner monastery. 

The backstory of one of the surviving epistles, directed to Constantine I, recounts how the fame of Saint Anthony spread abroad and reached Emperor Constantine. The Emperor wrote to him offering him praise and asking him to pray for him. The brethren were pleased with the Emperor's letter, but Anthony did not pay any attention to it, and he said to them, "The books of God, the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords, commands us every day, but we do not heed what they tell us, and we turn our backs on them." Under the persistence of the brethren who told him, "Emperor Constantine loves the church," he accepted to write him a letter blessing him, and praying for the peace and safety of the empire and the church.

According to Athanasius, Saint Anthony heard a voice telling him, "Go out and see." He went out and saw an angel who wore a girdle with a cross, one resembling the holy Eskiem (Tonsure or Schema), and on his head was a head cover (Kolansowa). He was sitting while braiding palm leaves, then he stood up to pray, and again he sat to weave. A voice came to him saying, "Anthony, do this and you will rest." Henceforth, he started to wear this tunic that he saw, and began to weave palm leaves, and never got bored again. Saint Anthony prophesied about the persecution that was about to happen to the church and the control of the heretics over it, the church victory and its return to its formal glory, and the end of the age. When Saint Macarius visited Saint Anthony, Saint Anthony clothed him with the monk's garb, and foretold him what would be of him. When the day drew near of the departure of Saint Paul the First Hermit in the desert, Saint Anthony went to him and buried him, after clothing him in a tunic which was a present from St Athanasius the Apostolic, the 20th Patriarch of Alexandria. 

In 338, he was summoned by Athanasius of Alexandria to help refute the teachings of Arius  

Final days 

When Saint Anthony felt that the day of his departure had approached, he commanded his disciples to give his staff to Saint Macarius, and to give one sheepskin cloak to Saint Athanasius and the other sheepskin cloak to Saint Serapion, his disciple. He further instructed his disciples to bury his body in an unmarked, secret grave. 

He probably spoke only his native language, Coptic, but his sayings were spread in a Greek translation. He himself left no writings. His biography was written by Saint Athanasius and titled Life of Saint Anthony the Great. Many stories are also told about him in various collections of sayings of the Desert Fathers. 

Though Anthony himself did not organize or create a monastery, a community grew around him based on his example of living an ascetic and isolated life. Athanasius' biography helped propagate Anthony's ideals. Athanasius writes, "For monks, the life of Anthony is a sufficient example of asceticism."  


Famously, Anthony is said to have faced a series of supernatural temptations during his pilgrimage to the desert. The first to report on the temptation was his contemporary Athanasius of Alexandria. However, some modern scholars have argued that the demons and temptations that Anthony is reported to have faced may have been related to Athanasius by some of the simpler pilgrims who had visited him, who may have been conveying what they had been told in a manner more dramatic than it had been conveyed to them.[citation needed] It is possible these events, like the paintings, are full of rich metaphor or in the case of the animals of the desert, perhaps a vision or dream. Some of the stories included in Saint Anthony's biography are perpetuated now mostly in paintings, where they give an opportunity for artists to depict their more lurid or bizarre interpretations. Many artists, including Martin Schongauer, Hieronymus Bosch, Max Ernst, and Salvador Dalí, have depicted these incidents from the life of Anthony; in prose, the tale was retold and embellished by Gustave Flaubert in The Temptation of Saint Anthony. Emphasis on these stories, however, did not really begin until the Middle Ages, when the psychology of the individual became of greater interest.[8] Below are some of these controversial tales. 

The satyr and the centaur

Saint Anthony was on a journey in the desert to find his predecessor, Saint Paul of Thebes. Saint Anthony had been under the impression that he was the first person to ever dwell in the desert; however, due to a vision, Saint Anthony was called into the desert to find his predecessor, Saint Paul. On his way there he ran into two demons in the forms of a centaur and a satyr. Many works of art depict Saint Anthony meeting with this centaur and satyr. Western theology considers these demons to have been temptations. At any rate, he was stopped by these demons and asked, "Who are you?" To that the satyr replied, "I am a mortal, one of those whom the gentiles call Fauns, Satyrs and Incubi, I am on a mission from my flock. We request thee to pray for us unto the common God, whom ye know to have come for the salvation of the world, and whose praise is sounded all over the earth." Rejoicing at the glory of Christ, St. Anthony, turning his face towards Alexandria... In the end, the centaur showed Saint Anthony the way to his destination.[10] 

Silver and gold 

Another time Saint Anthony was traveling in the desert he found a plate of silver coins in his path. He pondered for a moment as to why a plate of silver coins would be out in the desert where no one else travels. Then he realized the devil must have laid it out there to tempt him. To that he said, "Ha! Devil, thou weenest to tempt me and deceive me, but it shall not be in thy power." Once he said this, the plate of silver vanished. Saint Anthony continued walking along and saw a pile of gold in his way which the devil had laid there to deceive him. Saint Anthony cast the pile of gold into a fire, and it vanished just like the silver coins did. After these events, Saint Anthony had a vision where the whole world was full of snares and traps. He cried to the Lord, "Oh good Lord, who may escape from these snares?" A voice said back to him, "humility shall escape them without more. " 

Demons in the cave 

One time Saint Anthony tried hiding in a cave to escape the demons that plagued him. There were so many little demons in the cave though that Saint Anthony's servant had to carry him out because they had beaten him to death. When the hermits were gathered to Saint Anthony's corpse to mourn his death, Saint Anthony was revived. He demanded that his servants take him back to that cave where the demons had beaten him. When he got there he called out to the demons, and they came back as wild beasts to rip him to shreds. All of a sudden a bright light flashed, and the demons ran away. Saint Anthony knew that the light must have come from God, and he asked God where was he before when the demons attacked him. God replied, "I was here but I would see and abide to see thy battle, and because thou hast manly fought and well maintained thy battle, I shall make thy name to be spread through all the world. 

He was secretly buried on the mountain-top where he had chosen to live. His remains were reportedly discovered in 361, and transferred to Alexandria. Some time later, they were taken from Alexandria to Constantinople, so that they might escape the destruction being perpetrated by invading Saracens. Later, in the eleventh century, the emperor gave them to the French count Jocelin. Jocelin had them transferred to La-Motte-Saint-Didier, which was then renamed Saint-Antoine-en-Dauphiné.[8] There, Anthony is credited with assisting in a number of miraculous healings, primarily from ergotism, which became known as "St. Anthony's Fire". He was credited by two local noblemen of assisting them in recovery from the disease. They then founded the Hospital Brothers of St. Anthony in honour of him.[8] Veneration of Anthony in the East is more restrained. There are comparatively few icons and paintings of him. He is regarded as the "first master of the desert and the pinnacle of holy monks", however, and there are monastic communities of the Maronite, Chaldean, and Orthodox churches which state that they follow his monastic rule.[8] During the Middle Ages, Anthony, along with Quirinus of Neuss, Cornelius and Hubertus, was venerated as one of the Four Holy Marshals (Vier Marschälle Gottes) in the Rhineland


Thursday, January 05, 2012

Women, a mystery???

This morning's news was interesting.  The world's leading scientist, Stephen Hawking is quoted that women are the biggest mystery in the world.  That's a big statement coming from someone who has managed to unravelling the most intricate of questions about life.  I gotta admit, I am stumped.  Women have certainly driven me nuts trying to figure them out sometimes, but what I believe Stephen's talking about is their paramount purpose for existence in the first place. 
I guess he never bothered to read Genesis.  According to God; you've heard of him, right?  "It is not good for man to be alone; I will create women to be his helpmate."  I am never ceased to be amazed when I read about how someone with vast intelligence beyond my comprehension, can say some of the stupidest statements ever made. 
The first reason should be more obvious to him than to me, who flunked science;  How could we multiply and have children, given our human make up?  God would have had to give us a different human structure capable of uni sexuality.  God, being omnipotent, could have easily have accomplished that, I have no doubt.  No, the reason is much deeper than a physiological differences between man and women.  It is God's ultimate plan for us, being together, man and women one flesh combined forever.  God is not only our creator, but the author of marriage itself. 
I have said and done many idiotic things in my life but, sorry Stephen; your statement is the stupidest 
one I have ever encountered in my life. 

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The Persecution Continues

I just read an article on Bill Maher, bashing Tim Tebow over blunders in a stupid football game.  I understand that if you a famous for anything in today's world, you are under the microscope for anything and everything you think, believe, or do.  That's a given.  But the below the belt bashing of someone, including bashing one's religious beliefs, is to me, an abomination for they are not only insulting that person but all those who have the same beliefs.  How can he be so bold, so audacious, so cruel to act as if their poop does not stink? 
Tim Tebow, hats off to you for not even replying to the bash.  I guess this is modern day crucifying.  The persecution continues over 2,000 years later.  Oh well, we were warned of it.  I have to admit that I'd like to persecute Bill, but I have to be above this, as Tim Tebow is.  Even if I did not believe, I think I would be above bashing any one's religious beliefs. 
Maher continues to bash in a debate with Bill O Reilly, stating that 60 % of Americans still believe that the Noah's Ark story is true.  well, let me say this about that:  It is very encouraging to me if 60 % of Americans believe that.  I would have guessed the percentile to be lower.  As for me, I believe every word, every punctuation mark and exclamation point in the bible. 
God has patience of super-human power for not destroying our evil world centuries ago.  Personally, I believe the end is very near, for I can't conceive how much more violent or evil our society can get before Jesus makes his appearance.  I don't understand what people have against what Jesus stands for.  He only wants us to love one another, to have the capacity to forgive, and the humanity to help those in need.  We all, of course fall short of that in one way or another.  I can speak for myself whole heartily when I proclaim that.  I go to Mass daily, not because I'm so righteous, but because I am a sinner, a sinner who seeks God's forgiveness, mercy, and salvation. 
The evil one is alive and well in each and everyone, if we allow him to be.  That's where prayer or as St Paul puts it continuous prayer is so necessary to keep us on the course to holiness. 
Amen, amen I say to one and all: repent for your sins, pray for forgiveness, and go out into the world and spread the Good News.  Spread acts of kindness without expectations of rewards and your reward will be beyond your wildest dreams and imagination.   Do not gamble with your eternity.
God bless each and every one of you and may God have mercy on your soul, Bill

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Whole Wheat Honey Anadama Bread

Anadama Whole Wheat N Honey Bread


Mix ½ corn meal with ½ cup water and let sit for  ½ hr.

1Tbs yeast
½ Tbs salt
2 ½ cups warm water
¼ cup br sugar
¼ cup honey
¼ cup molasses
1 ½ cups white flour
¼ cup butter or Crisco, even olive oil

Mix water and yeast and let sit 15 min.
Start adding the other stuff and mix, then run out on board and knead for 10 minutes until smooth.
Keep flour at hand for the board, the dough and your hands.

Cover in a greased bowl for 1 ½-2 hr.
Punch down on floured board, cut in half, make balls out of the two portions.
Grease a pan and sprinkle corn meal on pan.
Place the two loaves on the pan and cover for an hr.
Bake at 400 for 10 min. and reduce to 350 for the rest of about an hour.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Last week, I had to drive out to my old stomping grounds, Ontario, NY, to attend a funeral.  I noticed the traffic stopped up ahead and cut off on a side road.  It brought me to another and yet another before I got on familiar ground.  As I drove, I couldn't help be aware of the the new housing developments that have sprung up on these once familiar farm roads.  They were not only new developments, but huge castle like homes, looking so out of place in the rural settings.  The properties did not really offer any privacy; one could see all the other nearby castles around and behind each other.  I was surprisingly saddened by the sight.  Saddened, not because I was in envy of these folks who obviously had more money than I'll ever have, but saddened by the revelation of the ever broadening gap between the rich and the poor and the impact of the rich on not only the poor, but the environment, the land, and the real reality of how things can change during our lifetime.  Gone now, where the beautiful farming establishments that had for so long dotted the little country roads.  Gone were the empty fields, the scenic woods, the open sky, the beautiful song of silence of the outdoors.  Growing up in Ontario, we had 35 acres of land with just what I described; open fields, wooded areas, inviting one to follow the paths, orchards, streams and peace and quiet.  I remember going out back and over the hill to where I could not view the house or road and feeling so alone in my own little world.  I could close my eyes and smell the trees, grasses, and earth.  I could hear only the sighing of the ancient trees over my head, swaying to and fro in their unending song for my ears only.  As I continued closer to my destination in town, I felt a small tear, slowly making it's way down the creases of my cheek on it's journey towards my chin.  It was a strange feeling of being alone, an alien from a different world, unwillingly thrust into a society where I knew I did not fit.  I wiped the tear before it dripped off my chin, and thought of the times out back, alone with nature and realized God was there with me all the time.  Every blade of grass, every tree, was possible only with the supreme direction of he who created me.  When I get lonely or nostalgic, I think of the times in Ontario, out back, over the hill among the quiet of nature and out of vision from the castles and thank God for that life.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

A Year in an MGA

I recken it was round about 1966 that three of us from high school all happened to have MGA roadsters.  Lonnie and I each had 1957 A's and Mark had maybe a 60 or so (Don't quote that year!) with a dual overhead cam engine.  Very cool.
  Guess I should drop back and splain what MGA is.  It stands for Morris Garage Automotive, I believe.  They were made in England from 1921 up until 2006 or so, passing through many hands over the years.  To me, the most popular models were produced from the mid 40's to the early 70's. OK, I'm rambling.
The MGA s replaced the earlier TA through TF models with a new more streamlined uni body look.  A British 2 seater roadster (convertible).  They came out in 1955 at the Frankfurt Auto Show and up until 1961.  My 57 sported a 1489CC engine, 4 speed transmission dual SU carbs, and when tuned up, would go like nobody's business.
I found it in an old garage off Hudson St. in Rochester, NY.  I don't recall what the guy was asking for it.  We tried to start it but no go.  He let me hook a rope on and pull it around the neighborhood to try to start it, but nothing.  It was white and fairly rusty.  It was a convertible but the frame and top were gone.  It did have a tonoue cover, which was a little leather cover that snapped over the cockpit area, covering the seats just under the windscreen (windshield).  I just remembered, the starter did not work and that's why he let us pull it around to attempt to start it.  Anyways, we pulled back into his driveway and with the rope still on it, I offered him $ 200.00  He said yes and got the title.  Away we went towing it, my friend, Lonnie behind the wheel of the MG steering and braking and I, towing it with my Dodge 440.  We weaved our way through the city and probably stopped at a gas station to pump air in the tires and get a bit of fresh gas for it. 
In those days, Rt 104 was not an expressway, but the Ridge Rd. from Rochester to Webster to Union Hill, Fruitland, and finally to Ontario, NY.  Lonnie was supposed to have the MG in neutral so I could tow it easily, but unbeknown to me, he actually had it in 3rd or 4th gear with the key on in an attempt to start it while we drove.  We had come into Webster and I was slowing down for the light in the middle of town, when I heard a popping and a small explosion.  I looked back through the rear view mirror and Lonnie and the MG had vanished in a thick cloud of black smoke!  The MG started!  I sat there at the green light in a trance and finally the smoke cleared and Lonnie sat there with this big grin, the car, now in neutral.  It was only running on three cylinders but it ran.  I think he let it run at idle the rest of the way home.  We assessed it more thoroughly at home.  The starter did not work, but it had a crank hole in the front and I could turn it over by hand.  In those days the MG's did not have side windows that rolled up and down, but plexiglases screens that fit into the top of the doors.  They were clear at some point in time, but now they were hazed over and you could barely see out them.  The car also did not have outside door handles; you had to reach inside the door to open it.  Overall, it was in pretty bad shape but I was as delighted as one who was given an new Rolls Royce.  After all, we were only about 17 years old at the time.  After getting it registered and plates on it, I took it to a friend's home nearby and he determined that it had a cracked head so one of the cylinders would not fire.  The local junkyard had a used head off a Nash Rambler that used the same engine and for $ 30.00 I grabbed it.  I somehow don't think we even put a new head gasket on, but with the Nash head, it fired up on all 4 cylinders.  At Xerox, where I worked, there was a guy from England who offered to take it home over the weekend and tune it up for me.  When he finished, it was ready to burn up the road and I did my best to do just that. 
About the same time, Lonnie found another 57, just like mine.  One day we were tooling about town, when we ran into another mate from school, Mark.  He was driving a 1960 MGA with the dual overhead cam engine.  In a small town like Ontario, NY, we were the three amigos in our MGA's. 
The cars had an entire new language to grasp describing the parts of the car.  The hood, of engine cover was the bonnet.  The generator was the dynamo.  the windshield was the windscreen. 
We three, drove those MGA's for about a year before having to grow up and go in the service.  Lonnie left in January 1968 for the Navy and stored his A in his family's barn.  I went over one day and "borrowed" the car top, frame and all.  Before that, I only had the tonoue cover and it was a brutal winter in upstate New York.  I followed Lonnie into Navy boot camp in April of 68 and foolishly stored my A at my parents one car garage.  How stupid was that?  A few weeks later, I got a check in the mail from Dad for $ 150.00 with a letter boasting about how he sold it for such a great price!  If only he knew how much I had in the car!  Sigh...........

Monday, October 24, 2011

Father, Lord, Savior,
  I can no longer imagine my journey through life without your strentgh, guidance, leadership, mercy, salvation.  "How great thou art" does not begin to convey who you are to me.  There are no words, communique, images, or feelings worthy enough to express to you.  Thank goodness, I know that all I have to do is close my eyes, bow my head, and breathe and your spirit comes upon me and I know you hear me.  You hear me through the good times and the bad, through the sickness and health, the smiles, the tears and even if I try to run and hide.  You are always there, unchanging, unwavering, patiently, forgiving.  You are my everything.  How did I go so long in my life without realizing this?  How could you be so patient with me?  How can I do my part to repay my debt?  Show me the way, O Lord.  Open the door and I will enter.  Give me the strength and courage to carry my share of your cross. Put the words in my mouth and I will sing for you.  Place the spirit in my heart so that I might always be with you.  Light the light in my soul so that I might shine for you.  Wash clean my sins so that I might be pure for you.  Help me to forgive and be slow to anger.  Give me the wisdom, the honesty, and the resolve to be your disciple.
  In all this I pray; in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
  Amen

Monday, September 12, 2011

Those "cute" FaceBook sayings are usually anything but true!

I have seen them and I'm sure you have too; cute little sayings on Face Book that seem innocent but upon a little more than casual observance, are not only misleading but send a subliminal message that, well, insults my intelligence. 

Just because you go to church, does not make you a Christian.

The implication here is one may attend church and go out into the world and be perceived as anything but Christian.  It is true that if we put a cat or dog or a deceased person in the pew, day after day, that they most likely will not glean any part of the service that is beneficial to them.  It is safe to say that if one is forced to attend or only attends out of "obligation", but does not really wish to be there or participate in the celebration, that they are likely to leave with the service having little or no effect on them.  But to me, further analisis of the phrase is an encouragement to not attend at all.  Mind you, these cute little sayings are posted by so called Christians.  Why should one discourage anyone from attending at all?  I know from personal experience that I did attend church, but left with no new meaning in life or effect from being there.  However, after many times being there (church)  whether I approved or not, I not only experienced a profound effect, but looked forward to the next Mass with great anticipation and eventually, hung on to each and every word, song, prayer, and left the church a better person for it.  I think the moral of the phrase is just because you go to church, the paramount element missing is when you leave church, it is important to go out into the world and be a shinning example of Christianity, in one's actions, demeanor, and discernment.  Everything offered at this precious celebration should be absorbed and you end up not only being a Christian, but a better person.

Try to be more like Christ and less like a Christian

This cute little saying is an oxymoron in itself.  By all means, strive to act like Christ, but don't make light or give demeaning continuation to the term Christian.  Again, I see the intention of the phrase, but to put Christianity in a negative posture is offensive to me and just plain wrong.  We must recognize that we all can be jerks and idiots from time to time, but after all, we are human.  Humans are only moral people who go through life making mistakes along with all the virtues we pick up along the journey.  To coin the phrase "Try to be more like Christ" is certainly what we all should strive for.  By being human, which of course, we are, does mean that we stumble, fall, run off in the wrong direction and are under constant pressure to be unchristian. That is the power of Satin, to always put us off guard, to justify our actions as right and proper when, of course, they are not most of the time. This is why we attend church, to admit our guilt as sinners, to ask Christ for mercy and forgiveness and to learn from the scriptures how to lead our lives as true Christians.  If the phrase were stated: "Try to be more like Christ and more Christian" I would have no problem. 

In other words, any phrase, statement, or act alluding to Christianity in a negative light is playing right into the enemy's hands.  Don't cop a phrase just because it seems catchy or cute.  Try to use your heads and raise your awareness to what you are actually saying.  Each time an argument against Christianity is brought to light, Satin wins.
This morning on FaceBook, I noticed a question that I really can't answer with any authority, but I can put my two cents in, if you don't mind, Mark.  The question: Why doesn't the Catholic Church have bibles in the pews?
The Catholic Mass is structured as to the order of events taking place on any particular day.  Perhaps I'll draft up a blog on the order of the Mass, but for reference to the question, there are three yearly cycles for the weekly mass; 50 per year with three cycles A, B, & C.  The prayers, responses, and the Bible readings can be found in the Daily Missals, provided as you enter the church along with the Hymnals.  The Mass is structured with readings from the bible as follows:  1st Reading from the old testament, the Psalm (a song usually sung) a 2nd reading from the new testament (very often the letters of St Paul to the new church) and last but not least the Gospel reading (Always read by the priest or Deacon)  Many people pick up or bring their daily Missal to read the prayers for that particular day and readings.  This never changes.  People have asked me why I go to Mass if they don't have bible study included.  The Catholic church certainly offers bible study for those interested but bible study is not part of the Mass.  The FOUR readings from the bible are most certainly given at each Mass.  The Priest's homely after the four readings almost always ties the four readings into a relationship with each other.  In fact, the Mass follows a theme, so to speak, with all the readings related to that particular Mass. The songs sung, the readings, the homely, are all inter-connected with the thyme of the Mass.
I attended services at many a church, Methodist, Catholic, Baptist, etc. and usually have not noticed bibles in the pews.  The presence of the bibles or not in the pews most certainly does not mean that the readings are not covered at Mass.

Monday, September 05, 2011

Silence is Golden

Silence is Golden A man joined a monastery, where you can not talk for two years and then only two words. The days turned into weeks, then months, then finally after two years, he was brought in to the Abbot. "Well, what do you have to say?" The man replied "Food awful!" Back into the silence he went. Days passed into weeks, then months and finally years and the man was again brought before the Abbot. "Well", asked the Abbot, "What do you have to say this time?" The man replied "Bed, lumpy." Back into silence, he went. Days turned into weeks, then months, and again, two years finally elapsed. Again, he was brought before the Abbot. Before the Abbot could ask him what he had to say, the man spouted out "I quit!" "And no wonder" said the Abbot, "All you've done is complain, complain, complain!"

Sunday, September 04, 2011

Former 'Blue Baby' Enters 3rd year in Perfect Health


Former ‘Blue Baby’ Enters 3rd Year in Perfect Health Just found this old newspaper article from my 2nd birthday. I was one of the first (if not the first) to get a complete blood transfusion at birth and live to sing “Good Night Irene” The print’s a bit small so here’s what the article said: Early Bird Getting a head start on his birthday cake is Francis R. Gelo who is two years old today. At birth, Bucky was a “blue baby” but today he’s normal enough to tackle the two-layer delight before him and sing “Good Night Irene” for his relatives. Former Blue Baby enters 3rd year in perfect health. Little Francis Rober Gelo sat on the sofa in his parent’s home at 365 Rosewood Ter. Yesterday and sang “Good Night Irene” He was tuning up for his second birthday party today. His parents Mr. &  Mrs. James Gelo, proudly watched and listened to his singing. “You can see he’s just as normal as any baby now,” his mother remarked. And she was right, Bucky, boy’s nickname, who is 2 years old today, is perfectly normal-so normal in fact that he blossomed out with the measles last week. But, he’s over them now. But when Bucky was born two years ago, Bucky wasn’t normal. He was a “blue baby,” but thanks to medical science, he’s alive and well today. Immediately after his birth, doctors drained the deadly R-H positive blood from tiny body and substituted R-H negative blood. Today Bucky will be the center of attraction at his birthday party, which all his relatives will attend. “He will probably be singing “Good Night Irene,”’ his mother said until we have to put him to bed.”

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Theology of Marriage


Theology of Marriage


When Fr Edison approached us about offering testimony to you, about to wed, I believe it was not coincidence, but a nudge from God, leading him to call on us to offer to you that which we truly believe; the call to aid and enlighten as you prepare to enter into the most paramount journey of your lives.

Quoting a statement from Pope John Paul II “The very preparation for Christian marriage is itself a journey of faith. It is a special opportunity for the engaged to rediscover and deepen the faith received in baptism and nourished by their Christian upbringing. In this way they come to recognize and freely accept their vocation to follow Christ and to serve the kingdom of God in the married state.”

Did you ever look at marriage as a vocation? We’ve surly heard the more common descriptive concerning marriage such as institution, but I really never considered it a vocation. Even now, as God leads me to speak to you, I learn more and understand one more piece of this marvelous mystery.

What you’re about to enter into is a covenant, so special, so glorious that it has been raised by our Lord to the dignity of a sacrament. The unending circle of our Christian faith bonds us more intricately into the woven intimacy of one flesh with each other and Christ. In other words, God sees this and claims “This is very good.”

I think to the most casual observer, we can all agree that our society has evolved into one in which the atmosphere is thick with the temptation to become complacent to so much of which clearly goes against God’s wish for us. Our divorce rate is nothing to write home about. I can attest to that on a much more personnel level and but for the grace of God, have I been tempered and reminded of his unchanging plan for us, always more perfect than I could ever imagine.

Scripture begins with the creation of man and woman, and thus the first original marriage, continues to speak again and again of its mystery, God’s plan for it, his meaning for it and concludes, leaving us with the vision of the “wedding feast of the Lamb.” It’s no coincidence; Jesus begins his public ministry at a wedding. Again and again, his teachings revolve around marriage, even commenting on the guidelines given by Moses, reiterating marriage’s “indissolubility”, according to the will of God. Through the good times and the bad, in sickness and in health, till death do us part. Forever, period.

There is a perfect plan for us all, one in which we are guided (if we choose to be) as we journey down roads that we cannot possibly see but for all the twists and corners, roads that with faith, we too can walk on water like Peter, overcome any and all obstacles in the mystery of life, including the sting of death. God reasoned, “It is not good to be alone” so he created woman to be man’s helpmate, companion, mother of his children, mother of all life. This may seem so insignificant but if we look deeper, God’s perfect plan is revealed over and over. We were meant to be with one another, as one; one body, one blood, one perfect unity with Christ, who in us and through us spread the harvest of our covenant, to our children and to their children, until we all meet at the wedding feast of the Lamb.

It started with your baptism, the long journey that to God is but a breath, taking you through your childhood, adolescence, adulthood, and now to this sacred sacrament of marriage. I can’t imagine life without my wife to be there for me, as I for her, two minds and souls, melding, nurturing, loving, as God asks of us. Through the origin of sin were we granted the pain of childbirth and the sweat of our toil but by the grace of God are we enabled to rise above our frailties be filled with the holy Spirit, radiate peace and spread love. The Catechism, 1615 words it so eloquently, stating “By coming to restore the original order of creation disturbed by sin, he himself (Christ) gives the strength and grace to live marriage in the new dimension of the Rein of God. It is by following Christ, renouncing ourselves, taking up our own crosses will we be able to “receive”
the original meaning of marriage and live it with the help of Christ. This grace of Christian marriage is a fruit of Christ’s cross, the source of all Christian life.” How wonderful it is to know that our marriage is a fruit, a fruit of that wonderful cross, graced with Christ’s blood, the blood of the new and everlasting covenant.





Wednesday, March 02, 2011

Right to free Speech ?

I realize how hard we have fought to attain our constitutional rights but now I wonder if people are getting away with moral crimes by exercising their precious free speech. I'm referring to the Westboro Baptist Church that attends military funerals and protest the allowance of homosexuality. There is a time and place for everything but disrupting a funeral is about as un-christian and act as I've ever seen. I can't imagine the pain and humiliation on the part of the deceased soldier's family and friends. A funeral is a time for saying goodbye, grieving, and above all, giving honor and respect to a loved one.

This Westboro Baptist Church, mostly made up of one family, is taking it upon themselves to protest and disrupt over what they feel is important. I am arguing their right to do so, I am stating that they don't have the moral right to place themselves in a position to cause more pain and suffering on people atop of having to bury their loved one.

The issues they are protesting for, I somewhat agree with, however, there are moral obligations to be considered as well as their 1st amendment right. I personally believe that our country is decomposing from our lack of moral ethics. I don't even watch TV because most of what is aired, to me is terrible. Even our sit-coms early in the night, are filled with sex, dissipation, most of what I feel is not appropriate for young children to be exposed to.
Our laws are continually changing to eliminate God from our society. We can not have any photos, monuments, crosses, or anything depicting Christianity on display publicly. We have sold out God and put false gods, pagan gods, and idols in place of our Father. As our grandparents and parents used to say: "We're going to hell in a hand basket."

Still, what this so-called church is doing with their protesting, I call blasphemy. As Christians, we are called to follow Christ's teachings, and preach the Gospel, not disrupt funerals, causing so much pain needlessly. I could stake my life that members of the Westboro Baptist Church are not sinless. Every single human being is a sinner. It is not our duty or direction to go about causing disruption and tongue wagging. The sad part is, our constitutional laws are protecting these creeps.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Oswald Cane


This is not the first time I've had to use Oswald. I had to acquire it last winter to help me after a fall. After that, I kept it in the back of the Volvo, finding it useful for hooking and pulling items to the back of the hatch. After Monday night's situation on the hall stairs, Oswald was brought out of the Volvo and employed once again. Good ole Os. I found it more handy for more than just supporting me when I walk. The end of the handle is perfect for hooking things from about the room. Last night, I woke up chilly and Os hooked and pulled my afghan off a shelf, without getting up. So, with a little imagination, I can keep Os busy for a while!

Wednesday, February 09, 2011

VistaPrint is eviil!

You've probably heard of them VistaPrint. They offer business cards for free or next to nothing. A few years ago, I ordered some and they were OK (the cards) About two years ago, I ordered some other cards from them and while I was at the checkout window and they already had my debit card no. a box opened up offering $ 10.00 off the amount. I clicked on it. That's when the trouble started. Now's a good time to advise everyone to scrutinize their bank statements as soon as they come in. I did not. A couple months went by and my bank account was kinda low, but I was aware of it. One day, I got a note from the bank advising my of a bounced check. I looked into it and discovered that VistaPrint was drawing a few bucks out and had been the last few months. I called them to resolve it and they told me that I had authorized them to for some service. I told them I did not authorize anything of the sort. They claimed I did not read the fine print. Well, the fine print must have been printed by an ant. I told them to stop that action right away and complained about the NSF fees from the bank. They told me to send them the bank statements and it would be straightened out. I again demanded them to stop this bogus service. I thought I had it straightened out and forgot about it and decided to lick my NSF wounds and move on. The next month, I got many NSF charges for bounced transactions. I contacted them once more and really got the run around. I printed out the last few months bank statements and went to the bank to deposit the money to bring my account back up to at least zero. While I was there, I asked to see the bank manager. I explained to her the problem. She went into my account and verified what I told her to be true. She cancelled my debit card and ordered a new one with a new number so VistaPrint could not continue to dip from me. She then waived all the NSF fees and instead of being minus $ 60.oo, I ended up with plus $ 145.00. It was three days before Christmas. I started to thank her but burst into tears. She smiled and wished me a merry Christmas. I am writing now to warn everyone how we all can't be too careful with our on-line transactions. I later saw a news article about just my problem and they mentioned VistaPrint and other so called legit firms doing that.
Nuff Said!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

In my own words Pope John Paul II


It is a beautiful and salutary thought that, whereever people are praying in the world, there the Holy Spirit is, the living breath of prayer. It is a beautiful and salutary thought to recognize that, if prayer is offered throughout the world, in the past, in the present and in the futture, equally widespread is the prersence and action of the Holy Spirit, who "breathes" prayer in the heart of man in all the endless range of the most varried situation and conditions.

Sunday, January 02, 2011

More, In my own words Jouhn Paul II


The Holy Spirit is given to the Church as the source of strength to conquer sin. Only God has the power to forgive sins, because he alone sees right into the human person and can measure human responsibility completely. Sin remains, in it's psychological depth, a secret which God alone has the power to enter, in order to say to a person the efficacious words: "Your sins are forgiven you, you are pardoned."