Bus reading today produced a story in my Facebook feed from the Colorado Independent regarding a sad malpractice case against St. Thomas More Hospital in Canon City. Here's the skinny: In 2006, a young woman, seven-months pregnant with twins, arrived at the hospital in distress. Her OB, who was also the doctor on call that… Continue reading Pro-life or no? The Church can’t decide in this case
I now understand the wisdom of hermits, monks, and even the celibacy rule for priests and religious. Prayer takes time, and when you're distracted by the pressures of a job and family (when you aren't, essentially, paid to pray), it is really hard to find the time. Like most people, I can catch a few… Continue reading Why hermits have it easy – sort of
It is freezing here in Tucson. This isn't hyperbole: Today it was 31 degrees when I got on the bus. Days when it is really cold - and likewise, in the summer when the temps register above 110 and life on the streets is a health risk - the bus gets crowded with the homeless… Continue reading Riding the bus with ex-felons
Today's bus reading included an interesting piece on the GLAAD blog about who should deliver the benediction at the Presidential Inauguration Jan. 21. Apparently the pastor first invited by the White House has backed out after an anti-gay sermon he delivered 15 years ago surfaced. It would be awkward, to say the least, for Obama… Continue reading The burning question over the Presidential Inaugural Benediction
A friend once told me that he would believe in God - or perhaps he said he'd consider believing - the moment God reached down, touched him on the shoulder and said, "Hey." I mentioned that sentiment to another friend - a priest who happens to be a cosmologist and one of the Vatican astronomers… Continue reading Is that God on your shoulder?
Yesterday, the Feast of the Epiphany, I did something I recall doing only one other time, back when our eldest daughter was 9 years old: I wrote with chalk above my doorway. I was going to do this bit of religious graffiti with crayon since we didn't have chalk in the house, but my ever-sporting… Continue reading The alphabet above my doorway
Two days ago, on the ninth day of Christmas, I returned to work. I came in an hour early to take advantage of the quiet before anyone else arrived. It turned out also to be before the building's heat was turned on, I discovered to my chilly surprise. Completely ignoring the fact that I'd really… Continue reading Visiting the prisoner — or just writing him