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At the feet of the Son

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After a downtown Mass I spied this prayer card and almost took it. But then I though, no no, that’s just not right. Some sweet soul left it here and it belongs at the foot of the statue where it was placed. So I took this photo, instead. Turned out way nicer than just the card by itself.

The statue is this old, slightly beat up statue of Christ with an open heart. It always seems to look away from me, as if I’m doing something wrong. But it’s probably just the positioning. That, and the fact that it’s on a stand, much higher than floor level.

Today I felt like I did the right thing by not taking this card home with me.


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Good Friday… moon reflecting in a puddle on the driveway… 2:30 a.m.

I went out to do some late night food shopping. Supermarket was closed. But I noticed this moon in a puddle on the driveway. In some strange way, I felt it was appropriate for Good Friday.


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cruel nature

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the psychiatrist c. g. jung once said something to the effect that he was horrified by a God who would create a world where living creatures eat one another… every now and then i think of that… actually, not every now and then… quite often… but I have to accept my limitations and not judge God for creating such a place… and Jung’s unwillingness to do that, imo, was one of his greatest faults… anyhow, phil. discussion aside, i saw this bird literally pluck this poor little fish out of the water and just happened to capture it…


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Harlots, Housewives and Heroines (BBC)

Our TVO (TV Ontario) has been on a roll lately, screening some really good docs. Saw this one last night. Seems King Charles the II had a taste for God and the ladies. And in the 1660s, women had unusual powers. At least, those deemed sexy, smart and pretty did (not necessarily in that order).


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have a heart

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I’ve been meaning to photograph this guy for quite a while. I picked him up for free at my local parish. People leave stuff there, sometimes interesting stuff, to take away. Sort of like an informal exchange. Nobody seemed to want this guy. So I grabbed him.


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After the fall

When I went to Mass yesterday (I tend to go almost every day) there was a sign on the Church door saying that the pastor had passed away on Saturday. He was quite young and it was an unexpected shock. A very nice, gentle priest, I sat through the Mass feeling the emotions beginning to surface. He was not the priest who converted me to Catholicism, but he did head the parish where I converted (priests relocate every few years). So it’s pretty sad. But on the plus side, afterward it seemed like I could feel his presence a bit as I went about my day, like an angel with his personality stamp watching over me. That’s what it felt like, anyhow.

But what I really want to write about is the photographs I took a few days back. Turns out Father might have actually passed on Friday night (November 1). A friend told me that he was scheduled for a Saturday morning Mass but didn’t show. That’s when some other priests discovered him. He’d already left us by that time. So quite possibly Friday Nov. 1st was his last day on Earth.

Earlier on Nov. 1st I attended Mass at his parish and soon after went outdoors for the photo shoot. I was in super good spirits, just having been to Mass. It felt like God was with me big time during that shoot.

Now, I recall while posting my photos here, thinking it a bit strange that I was captioning one of them with a poem about dying (Joy Will Find a Way). I mean, as far as I know, I’m not ill and I wasn’t aware of anyone else being unwell either. I also called another photo “Ready to Fall.” That photo was of a red maple leaf about to fall off a branch. The red maple leaf is a strong Canadian symbol (central to our flag) and this priest was a very proud Canadian. He never failed to sing Canada’s praises on Canada day (some priests entirely overlook it).

So I’m wondering if on some intuitive, artistic level I was picking up that Father was about to leave us. (A similar mystery occurred when I wrote a rather foreboding poem about “death in the skies” a couple of years before 9/11.) Anyhow, I’m not sure, and quite possibly I was just thinking about Remembrance Day, which is coming soon. But I might also have been subconsciously sensing that these photos were taken on the last day of Father’s walk on Earth.

So I dedicate both of these photos to him. A very nice, intelligent but, above all, humble priest.


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1st Peter 3:18-4:6

Soufrière Catholic Church

Soufrière Catholic Church (Photo credit: waywuwei)

The other day I got an interesting volunteer question at allexperts.com. I was super busy so wasn’t able to answer it until the wee hours of the morning. Even then I only answered it partially, partly because I read the question one way, and then later on, read it another way. When I realized the second way was the right way, I added some more to my answer.

The question was about the New Testament passage, 1 Peter 3:18-4:6. Who was Jesus speaking to? Is there more than one answer? My reply shows how Catholics are able to debate matters of biblical interpretation that are related to non-dogmatic topics.

Read the full question and answer here: http://en.allexperts.com/q/Catholics-955/2013/4/1st-peter-3-18.htm