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I am just not getting enough email for some reason.

Looky over at “Care and Feeding of a Catholic Church Choir” for a few hundred words about why I am sick of Marty Haugen’s music.

Thanks to all that prayed for my choir, we ended up doing fine except for a small train wreck near the end. We ended together on the right pitches which generally leaves the congregation with the impression that you did it correctly… at least I hope. Start well, end well and people will probably forgive you for what’s in the middle.
Connected Tidbit: did you know the Vatican II documents encourage the use of chant and sacred polyphony in the Mass. Tell that to someone next time they tell you the choir shouldn’t be “performing those Latin pieces” or they say, “chants are so boring.” There’s plenty of Happy Fun Masses out there if you think chant is boring. And you can tell them they are not speaking in the spirit of Vatican II. Shazam!

Carter arrived in Cuba this morning. Castro used to call him “Peanut Man.” I think that’s funny.

I don’t believe former Presidents should act as diplomats. Outside of office they can’t really represent any interest other than their own. It’s one thing to attend the Christmas party at the Mexican embassy, another all together to go some place like Cuba for the purposes of “dialogue.”
CARTER: It really hurt my feelings when you used to call me “Peanut Man.”
CASTRO: Lo siento mucho. ¿Qué si le llamo las “tuercas del señor?” which means I’m very sorry. What if I call you “Mister Nuts?”

If Peanut Man’s visit helps the people of Cuba in some way it’s worth it. Religious freedom especially. The 40-year-old embargo sure hasn’t.

“Bless me father for I have sinned. It’s been 13 minutes since my last confession. I did the penance you gave me in front of the Blessed Sacrament and got in my car to drive home. I was waiting patiently to make a right hand turn, and one of God’s children pulled up on my left and cut me off to make the right hand turn before me. Without thinking I cursed at his bright purple car, then the side of his head, then when he looked at me I cursed at him directly, and when he was in front of me on the road I cursed at the back of his head. He got on the ramp to the Beltway and when I was on the bridge overlooking it I saw it was totally jammed. I said outloud something like ‘Serves that #$!!@$% right getting caught in the !#$!$#!$!% traffic right after #$!#%$!% cutting me off! Look whose in a hurry now #!@#$@$!’ Then I turned around and came back here. Can I paint the rectory for my penance? I’ve got my sackcloth and ashes right here – I keep them in the car.”