Author: John Schultz

Want to know what fries my baloney?

A processional cross with a Resurrected Christ on it. That’s about as appropriate as nuns in leotards dancing to the tune of “I’m a Little Teapot” on the Solemnity of Christ the King.
Are you resurrected? Are you inhabiting your glorified body following the General Judgment? Are you sitting in row 1,359,299,783 in the heavenly stadium while a band of Angels is singing the Hallelujah from the Mount of Olives?
I didn’t think so. So why parade around the church during the Easter season or at a funeral with a resurrected Christ on the cross? Aren’t we all still suffering? Aren’t we called to sacrifice and suffering? Why is it that it’s just in the last few decades out of 2,000 years that we are pre-emptively celebrating the resurrection?
If one of the more educated folks in St Blog’s Parish can tell me there’s some historical precedent for this, I’m all ears.

Looking for a recording

For what it’s worth, here’s something on my wish list: Edward Elgar “The Dream of Gerontius” with Jon Vickers singing Gerontius. Sir John Barbirolli conducting. Radio broadcast from Italy. Was reprinted by Arkadia in the mid 90s. If some kind soul sees this and doesn’t acknowledge the genius of Elgar and Vickers together, please let me take it off your hands.

American Moms & Dads, Pay Attention

This story about a Greek family shows how a parent can and should deal with a child who commits horrible crimes:
“All these days I have been praying … for God to reveal the truth, for the guilty ones to be revealed. God has done his miracle. The police did their job well. The truth was revealed and the guilty ones were revealed. And I am happy for this, even if my own children were involved. Whoever did something must pay. Everyone must pay, either here or in the next life.”
Exactly the opposite of John Walker-Lindh’s dad, and the parents of that idiot college kid who was trying to draw a smiley face across America with mailbox bombs.