I’ve just returned from the cemetery, where I’ve confirmed that Mr. Flynn is not – as some might expect – spinning in his grave.

Our father was initiated into the Knights of Columbus on Tuesday, October1, 1946.

Honest-To-God Truth:

There are men and women in prisons in the United States who should never again see the light of day as free people.

“We’re starting to forget 2020 now.
How can we commit to ending the systemic inequalities
that have led to so many deaths in these [1918 and 2020] pandemics?”
Historian Beatrix Hoffman

Despite serving fourteen terms in the Colonial Assembly and representing the colony in the First Continental Congress in 1774, Joseph Galloway was no fan of Pennsylvania’s independence from the crown. He favored England’s continued control of the Colony and, when the Continental Congress rejected the idea, the Assembly accepted his resignation on May 12, 1775.

Galloway wasn’t finished.

Farm worker Javier Diaz suffered three cracked ribs and a broken leg and collarbone. His employer, cattle rancher Juan Cadavid told The Wall Street Journal’s online site “The Wall” he was “tossed… in the air as if he were a ball.” Fisherman Alvaro Molina’s boat was hit in the Magdalena River, forcing him to swim to share.

The culprits?

Two great verbal slap downs.

[We’ll come to the second later, but we admit that after hours of research we’ve been unable to find the details and precise wording.]

At a time when so many members of Congress have bartered away their shame, few living Americans actually heard or saw what may still be the most stinging putdown in Congressional history.

As the lilies of Easter lose their fragrance,
it is time for Christians of all denominations
to consider Tikkun Olam as a living expression
of “Resurrectional Faith.”

It is better to light just one little candle,
Than to stumble in the dark!
Better far that you light just one little candle,
All you need’s a tiny spark!

… if everyone lit just one lite candle,
What a bright world this would be!
What a bright world
This would be!
Joseph Maloy Roach

My friend loved to hate God.

It didn’t matter.

God laughed and had the last word.

Pardon us, please.

Before addressing Easter and the wonder of the Resurrection, we must speak to the Father of the Resurrection, the Son of Courage, and the Spirit of Hope.

“Sometimes, O Lord, you leave us shaking our heads…
At Your joy in playing with our emotions.
At Your timing.”

Way back when Miami was a much smaller city (and I couldn’t get away with anything because no matter where I went someone knew and reported to my folks) and the family home was getting too small, Mr. and Mrs. Flynn spent weeks searching for the “right lot” in the “right location.”

First (and for accuracy). Abraham Lincoln never said “You can fool all of the people some of the time and some of the people all of the time.”

“A foolish consistency
is the hobgoblin of little minds,
adored by little statesmen and philosophers
and divines.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Let’s get those signs.

I need one of those signs.

Because cowardly politicians are nudging me closer to the brink of hatred.

And I don’t want to go there.

At least I don’t want to go to hating someone.

It was 1970, my second year of seminary (actually “novitiate” – a post-university year of “pledging” for membership and first vows in Roman Catholic orders); we were assigned as parttime chaplains-in-training at Boston City Hospital.

Fine.

Almost - but not quite – great.

If “context is everything,” here’s context.

(This is one of those “strange but true and only in Miami” stories.) Once upon a time, the prelude to Sunday church services included disposing of animal carcasses – usually roosters, hens or pigeons – left at church doors during predawn hours.

A prayerfully-offered reflection for those who spew
and those who are buying the
“they’re replacing good Americans” and
“poisoning the blood”
bovine-digestive-process-by-product.

Bear with us, please.

Some stories for perspective.

Almost forty years later, Father Roger’s eyes close as the memory floods in. He was a fairly new priest when the call came: “Come to the hospital!” A young couple needed him.

Summon the pastor.

Call the minister.

Contact the rectory and ask for the priest to come.

Maybe even make “advanced preparations” with the caterer, the place for the “after-it-all” family reception; decide who will speak and in what order.

Because Michael Flynn doesn’t take down his Christmas decorations until Super Bowl weekend, we’ll take that as permission to extend the holiday season (and excuse our failure to send this week’s post to our webmaster on time for posting last week as an Epiphany gift). Nonetheless, we believe the message is especially important and are privileged to share it with you.