Just call me Johnny; Johnny Cash. At a recent trip to the convenience store the young man behind the counter asked if I was a priest; he noticed the black I was wearing, but forgot to put in the little white tab collar that is the dead giveaway. I replied “No, I’m Johnny Cash.” (You […]Read more "Rambling on the 28th Sunday of Ordinary Time (A); of Johnny Cash and $6.66"
In hindsight, hinting that the Catholic ritual for blessing homes included chicken blood may not have been the essence of wisdom. It was a nice usual meeting of the local ministerial association and the local Methodist and Lutheran pastors were having a deep discussion as to the merits of prayer location (or prayer bilocation […]Read more "Rambling on Home Blessing and Chicken Blood (27th Sunday in Ordinary Time [A] [cf. Mt21:33-43]"
A new crisis of biblical proportions has gripped the Parish of St. Josaphat’s in Loup City, Nebraska—the Solemnity of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary falls on Bingo night! For the non-cognoscenti, this means the Holy Eucharist will displace the Holy Calling of the Numbers for one night. Some of the natives have become […]Read more "Rambling of Bingo vs. Assumption; 19th Sunday in Ordinary Time (A)"
Is it more proof of the general resurrection to come, the presence of outhouses in cemeteries? It was a beautiful day when I went searching for a small out of the way Lutheran cemetery in the middle of Sherman County Nebraska. Finding the plots took some time but worth it to view a relatively old […]Read more "Ramblings on the Transfiguration and Outhouses"
So what do you do when two raccoons move into a grave someone else is supposed to occupy? In the rural town of Rockville, Nebraska (When you say Rockville, Nebraska do you have to say rural?), the Catholic Church has a small cemetery called St. Mary’s. The church itself was sold a few years ago […]Read more "Ramblings on Raccoons and the 14th Sunday of the Year (A)"
Just try to grow a beard in the parish and the questions become endless: Why did you do that? Isn’t it too hot to grow a beard in the summer? How come you’re not wearing a flea and tick collar? You know you’d be less ugly without the beard? People mean well, but I always […]Read more "Rambling on Corpus Christi (A)"
The greatest lover of the modern era has passed beyond our sight, or so his obituary intimates. In a local newspaper this morning ran the details of a man’s life and somewhat early demise (early 60s). The paper describes the gentleman “marrying his sweetheart from high school a few years after graduation.” It goes on […]Read more "Rambling on Easter Faith and Cupid"