Friday, April 30, 2010
But did you see her interview with Rielle Hunter, John Edwards' mistress?
At one point Oprah asked her how she felt about all the people who don't like her, who think she's a homewrecker.
Her response was that they're just taking out on her the pain they feel because their father cheated on their mother, or they were cheated on. (that's stupid, Rielle, and I suspect you may be smart enough to know that.)
Oprah then retorted, "What if they just think it's wrong?!"
And then came an even more stupid answer - the epitome of relativism - just because someone thinks it's wrong to commit adultry - just because that's a truth in their life - does not mean that it's wrong for everyone, most especially it is not wrong for her.
Wow. Actually, Rielle, adultry is always wrong. Always wrong. Always.
It may make you feel better to believe otherwise, but that which makes you feel better also makes you look dumber.
After seeing Elizabeth Edwards' inteview and comparing it to this one, I can only assume that John was not thinking with his head.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
All of these are valid points.
But I love the wind. I think there's something exciting and magical in it. It makes me feel like a kid again, as I quote Winnie the Pooh and wonder what or who will blow in - like Mary Poppins. Adventures and friendships are bound to come from a good, strong wind. And my long, ringleted hair will surely be caught in a gust and blast about like a storybook character's.
I suppose that the reason Cynthia dislikes the wind is the very reason I like it so.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
- This quote came at the end of an article in the UK's Telegraph. The bulk of that article is about an Italian boy who was found alive by a hospital chaplain some 20 hours after he survived a botched abortion.
Read it here.
I know it's not just the mother in me that makes me appalled and deeply saddened by such stories. But I can't imagine my life without my little ones and the joy they bring me. It breaks my heart that the mothers of these babies can't / don't feel the same.
Monday, April 26, 2010
She came home for a visit last week and I was able to spend some really great quality time with her. This meant conversations about life in the Bronx, life in a convent, life with two kids and one on the way, our siblings, ugly Catholic churches we've been in, other nuns we love, FOCUS, Fr. Benedict Groeshcel, her mother's hummus recipe and public speaking.
It also meant a story that goes like this:
Sister and her mom go to a daily Mass at the local Maronite Catholic church, afterwhich they go out to breakfast with their priest.
So a priest, a nun and the nun's mom are all sitting around Perkins, getting lots of looks, when the priest announces that Secretary Ray LaHood (ya know, he's part of the President's cabinet) is in town. Sec. LaHood happens to be Sister's mom's cousin and a friend of Father's.
So Father pulls out his cell phone, calls Sec. LaHood on his cell and says, "I'm having breakfast with Betty and her daughter, you should come."
And so he does.
And so people stare even more when a priest, a nun, the Secretary of Transportation and a nun's mom are sitting around having breakfast.
Come on, that's funny.
Lastly, Sr. MC being in town meant that I got to go to her mother's house for Lebanese cooking. Kibbah, I love you! Grape leaves, I love you! Hummus so garlicy I could take out a small village with my breath, I adore you!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Several years ago I was blessed to chaperone an Eagle Eye week long retreat for high schoolers. Since then I have been a huge fan of the Community of St. John, and especially the ministry that they provide for young adults (teens, twenties and early thirties).
They combine a deep love of Jesus in the Eucharist with a celebration of life and the created world. Hiking, camping, adoration, prayer, games, Mass, philosophy and theology lessons, bonfires, praise and worship - all of it combines for an awesome opportunity.
I strongly encourage you to compare your schedule to theirs and see if you can attend one of their summer conferences.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
This is Lydia saying "cheese".
I need to stop telling her to say that. Her pictures always turn out like this.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
90 women came, mostly from Central Illinois, with some coming from as far north as Chicagoland and one as far south as Champaign.
About 1/3 were under 35, several were college and high school students.
There were 3 babies present, which delighted me!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
#2 - If you need to get melted, half-burned candles out of candle holders stick them in the freezer. 24 hours later they will pop right out. A priest taught me this. It works.
#3 - Marry a really awesome man. It works for me!
#4 - Use hydrogen peroxide to get blood out of white carpets. I have stubbed my toes so many times and left a trail of blood throughout our house, which Trav and I clean up with hp and q-tips. It foams; it's kinda cool.
This is the following conversation she pretended to have with her Aunt Meg:
Hello!... How are you?... Good!... Okay... I'll call you back. Bye!
Monday, April 12, 2010
- Someone decided that our hand-me-down sofa just wouldn't do and bought us a new one, one that is much easier to get out of when you're 9 months pregnant or holding a sleeping newborn.
- He made it abundantly clear which mini-van to buy.
- An anonymous donor gave us $500 via my spiritual director. When I returned home with the gift our car insurance bill was in the mail, for $480.
- A friend of the family bought us a new laptop, something we'd been trying to (unsuccessfully) save for. This laptop helps Travis with his master's program, half of which is online, and me with my very part time, work from home job.
This abundance of gifts reassured me that everything would be okay. God is faithful, and He had chosen to bless Travis and I in an awesome way - with another child.
It's like what Sara Groves said,
God has been faithful, He will be again. His loving compassion knows no end. All I have need of His Hand will provide. He's always been faithful to me.