Let’s Close The Cafeteria

The unexpected resignation of Pope Benedict XVI has brought forth the expected plethora of pundits expounding on exactly who should be named to replace the pontiff. This of course is not surprising. It’s analogous to what went on when Andy Reid was fired as the Eagles’ coach after a 14-year run.

Sports talk show hosts were inundated with names of once and future coaches that the fan base put forth, ad nauseam, on a daily basis. Underlying all the speculation was the certainty that the team’s ownership would name whomever it thought was the best available choice, fan approval notwithstanding.

No educated fan would dare to believe that an owner would actually poll his season ticket holders to see exactly who he should hire. Football fans—despite the widely-held rowdy stereotype—have enough sense to realize this. Not so, apparently, with many Roman Catholics, if any of the man-on-the-street interviews published in the Philadelphia Inquirer are an indication.

                Some of the remarks:
                “I think it’s time to name a pope from Latin America…they should name one of ours. They’ve only named Europeans until now.

                “If I had my way, an African should be the next pope. …we have a black president. So let’s just feel the impact of a black pope.”
                “I hope the next pope will be a little more liberal and consider allowing …women to become priests. …part of the reason the Church is losing its members (is because) they’re not listening to the people.”
Really? They’re not listening to the people? Real Catholics—those of us who have been thoroughly schooled in the faith—know from countless classes in religion, catechism, Bible history, and theology, that the pope is the vicar of Christ on Earth. He stands in the “shoes of the fisherman,” i.e. Simon-Peter, upon whom Christ established his Church.  {Matthew 16:18}.
Christ charged the Apostles with spreading his good news. He didn’t send them forth to gather opinions like a dozen survey-takers marching through a large mall, each with a clipboard in order to “listen to the people.”
Quite the opposite, if Scripture can be utilized as a guide:
                “Going therefore, teach ye all nations…teach them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you. {Matthew 28:19-20}
                “If you love me, keep my commandments. {John 14:15}
Jesus of Nazareth laid down the rules very clearly. The pope, as his spiritual descendant should not—cannot—veer from those directions now, checking the latest fad in acceptable popular behavior, so he can deviate from Christ’s original intention for the sake of making the Church more “suitable” to today’s culture.
Jesus called them commandments, folks; not suggestions. And his Church has endured for 2,000 years, despite the immorality, criminality, and deviancy of some of its members. He did, after all, leave his Church in the hands of imperfect beings.
And that Church has had a line of successors to Simon-Peter that stretches through the centuries, past Constantine, Muhammad, Charlemagne, Marco Polo, Gutenberg, Columbus, Michelangelo, Luther, Calvin, Copernicus, Galileo, Bach, Jefferson, Lincoln, Marx, Einstein…

That line will continue with Benedict XVI’s successor. I hope and pray it’s a man who continues the policies of Jesus, and not someone who takes a popular referendum from his flock to see where they want him to take “their” church. I rather it be someone who steers Christ’s Church—the one he founded two millennia ago.

(Excerpted from Good Writer’s Block)

Anti-Communist Zombie Movie

Just when you think all hope is lost Verizon gives you free HBO and just when you start wondering whether they should be paying you to watch the garbage you come across a real and rare pearl: an anti-communist zombie movie. Anti-Communist Zombie Movie

Juan de Los Muertos or Juan of the Dead or John of the Dead, depending how far you want it anglicized, is set in Havana and mercilessly mocks Che and Castro’s paradise of grand but decayed buildings and ’50s technology.

Americans come off as good guys and competent, granted in a comic fashion, and the Cuban authorities not so much.

Not at all, really.

It was kind of interesting to watch people fight zombies without firearms being available. Some definite nods to Dead Island with the oars and bolo knives and hammers.

The end in which the hero takes on by himself the zombie hoards — who have the cannibalistic instincts of Obama voters along with their general IQ — with but his oar while his friends escape north in a raft made from a car is inspiring.

Anti-Communist Zombie Movie

Saint Valentine, There Were Three

Saint Valentine, There Were Three — Today commemorates the martyrdom  of Saint Valentine. Actually, three Saint Valentines as three different men named Valentine were martyred on this day way back according to Church tradition.

One of them died in Africa with a number of others. Little is known about him and he is not associated with customs of romantic love that have evolved around this date.

The others were a priest and a bishop who were martyred outside Rome in late 3rd century.  According to tradition, the priest was caught marrying Christians who at the time were being persecuted and was arrested. The Emperor Claudius took a liking to him until the priest hit a little too close to home in discussions about faith and Jesus, so he ordered him beaten and beheaded.

According to tradition, the Bishop was under house arrest in the custody of a Judge Asterius who put his faith to the test by asking him to restore the sight of his blind daughter. He did and the judge destroyed his home idols and converted. The Bishop was later rearrested and executed as he continued to practice his faith despite the decree of Claudius.

The romantic tradition appears to have been started by Geoffrey Chaucer in the 14th century, and was based on the notion that birds mate in mid-February around the time of Saint Valentine’s Day.

 

Saint Valentine, There Were Three

Saint Valentine, There Were Three

Mayor Bloomberg Styrofoam Ban

Mayor Bloomberg Styrofoam Ban — Reader Tom C informs us that New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg is now seeking to ban Styrofoam.

Very unwise. What will the people of Staten Island use to store their food the next time they lose power for a month or so?

Mayor Bloomberg Styrofoam Ban

Cryptowit

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Answer to yesterday’s puzzle: The only difference between death and taxes is that death doesn’t get worse every time Congress meets.
Will Rogers