June 2014

In the event you’re looking for another reason not to give money to my college alma mater, the University of Dayton, president Dan Curran just provided one:

The University of Dayton is divesting from fossil fuels in an effort to become more sustainable. The private, Marianist school of 11,000 says it will begin a phasing out of coal and fossil fuels from its investment pool of $670 million. The move means the school will no longer have money backing fossil fuels companies.

“We cannot ignore the negative consequences of climate change, which disproportionately impact the world’s most vulnerable people,” said Dan Curran, UD’s president. “Our Marianist values of leadership and service to humanity call upon us to act on these principles and serve as a catalyst for civil discussion and positive change that benefits our planet.”

Meanwhile, in a piece on the “scandal of fiddled global warming data,” the Telegraph of London reports that the U.S. has actually been cooling since the 1930s.

Pictures from the Corpus Christi procession at Sts. Philomena & Cecilia in Brookville.


Mass First


Heading out. Shot of the ombrilino.


Down the hill.


Then back up to the north facing altar.


First station, the north facing altar. Directed at the pagans of the Ft. Wayne diocese. This is in the back side of the rectory garage.


Guns are loaded and ready. Three shots at the blessing with the monstrance.


Back down. Oh No! The canopy comes apart! Keep calm and carry on.


Into the cemetery and the south facing altar.


South facing altar. Meanwhile a team of engineers works on the canopy.


Two misfires in the cemetery. Maybe it was he flowers attached to the ends. Keep calm and carry on.


On to the west facing altar. Canopy back in action.


West facing altar.


Back inside to the east facing altar and final Benediction.

This marks the end of high mass season. Low masses until the fall and cooler weather when the choir can get back into the loft and not melt.








My beach read this week is Alan Furst’s latest meticulously researched pre-WWII noir spy novel, Midnight in Europe. Furst is at the peak of his form, with finely drawn characters, intricate plots, and you-are-there verisimilitude. It’s enough to make me overlook that his protagonist, Cristian Ferrar, is a spy for the Republic during the Spanish Civil War, the losing side that distinguished itself by allowing its communist and anarchist militias to murder nuns and nail priests to barn doors; by the end of the war “the Republic” was in the hip pocket of Stalin. In any event, Ferrar is an observant (though imperfect) Catholic, attending Sunday Mass with his family. One paragraph in particular grabbed my attention and might interest my readers:

Ferrar caught a taxi for the ride to Louveciennes, and asked the driver to stop at the Spanish pastry shop next to what was known as “the Spanish church” up on the rue de la Pompe in the Sixteenth, itself fancy, but nothing compared to the luxurious enclave called Passy. At one time, pastry in Spain had been baked and sold at convents, so the names of the little treats came from those days. Ferrar bought huesos de santo, saints’ bones; tetas de novicias, novice nuns’ breasts; and suspiros de monja, nuns’ sighs. All were soft and thick, liberally dusted with granulated sugar. Spaniards weren’t alone in this. French patisseries offered la religieuse, the nun, a large chocolate-capped puff pastry on the bottom, with a smaller version in the middle, and a little one on top, for the head. Or you could just buy a dozen of the little ones, known as pets-de-nonne, nun farts. The young girl behind the counter wrapped the pastries artfully, in pink paper folded into a triangle, then tied with a ribbon which was looped at the end so you could carry the package with one finger.

Most of you have probably heard about the murder of a young FSSP priest, Father Kenneth Walker  in Phoenix.

There will be a sung Requiem high mass for the repose of his soul Monday evening at Sts. Philomena & Cecilia in Oak Forest Indiana.

Mass time 7:00 P.M.

The address is 16194 St. Mary’s Road Brookville, IN 47012.

If you have never been to a Latin Requiem mass, it is something you should witness. It is something you will never forget. It is something that brings one’s heart and mind together to realize higher things than what we witness on this earth.



This morning’s Cincinnati Enquirer features a guest column from a parishioner at St. Vivian Church. It is a call to open dissent over the Church’s teaching on pelvic issues. Anyone who has lived in the confines of the AOC won’t find it surprising, as the lack of catechesis and the practice of pastors and archdiocesan officials winking at this sort of thing were widespread. But as Bill Clinton would say, “That dog won’t hunt anymore”; the arguments are stale and predictable. One statement did stand out, however:

I’m uncomfortable with church doctrine that excludes women from the priesthood and calls LGBTQ lifestyles sinful. These attitudes perpetuate misogynist and homophobic ideals that marginalize minorities and make all women and LGBTQs vulnerable to self-hatred and social marginalization on a global scale. In the media, we witness daily violence and oppression toward women and gays – victims who have paid a steep price for the collective nostalgia Catholics enjoy.

My first reaction is, thank goodness we worship the Holy Trinity instead of a feminist from Finneytown! Since when has one’s “comfort” been a guiding principle in matters of religion? If it were so, we’d all end up worshiping gods who look just like ourselves. Or worshiping ourselves outright. In any event, one can hope that the writer will receive some much-needed fraternal correction from her pastor.