George Orwell and Jesus Christ

There are four lights! (Bonus points if you figured out from the post's featured image why I was using that and this picture. Answer is at the bottom.)
There are four lights! (Bonus points if you figured out from the post’s featured image why I was using that and this picture)

I’m a big fan of dystopian literature. One of the first dystopias I ever read was 1984 by George Orwell. I wish it were the first Orwell book I had read because I found Animal Farm painfully boring – but I digress. I should probably warn you, here, that there’s a bit of a spoiler in this post, so, if you don’t want to read a spoiler, then you probably don’t want to read this particular entry. Go ahead and stop right here and wait for the next post. I’m on a roll lately, so you won’t be waiting too long. Continue reading “George Orwell and Jesus Christ”

The Quest: A reflection on priesthood

Don Quixote by Pablo Picasso
Don Quixote by Pablo Picasso

I am going to offer another reflection based on The Man of La Mancha. Sorry, it’s been on the swimming mp3 player for a bit. Anyway, during the story, as the residents of the inn at which Don Quixote takes up residence as his castle, he is asked to explain his quest. In musical theatre, a request for a explication of this sort almost invariably leads to a musical number. Don Quixote is no exception; he sets out with a challenging and beautiful song that lays out his quest, his vision of his knighthood. I realize that this song was so overplayed for a time, that for many it may be trite or cliché, but I think that, if we really take a moment to dig into what it’s saying, it is both real and very challenging. Within the context of the story, in fact, it is the quest that brings Don Quixote back from his final senile stupor for a final burst of strength before he dies. Continue reading “The Quest: A reflection on priesthood”

A plea to girls and women everywhere – Inspired by The Man of La Mancha

IMG_1638_Red“May I set the stage?”

I probably have alluded this before, but it came to mind recently. In case it’s interesting, I was doing my lap-swimming in the pool a few days ago, and I had decided listen to The Man of La Mancha while I was swimming (can I just point out that waterproof mp3 players are an awesome idea?). Continue reading “A plea to girls and women everywhere – Inspired by The Man of La Mancha”

The story of a man

This was my journal entry during my holy hour a few months back. It has delayed publishing because I wanted to clean it up a little with the help of a few trusted friends to give advice on it. Some advice I took. Some I opted to go my own way. I should also point out that I wrote this about a man simply because it is a bit of self reflection, and (in case you didn’t know), I am a man. I didn’t want to use sexually neutral pronouns because the reflection was to follow a single person in life – even though there are some points where we watch a choice that has to happen, and we have no way to know which way our man chose to go. Continue reading “The story of a man”

One-Minute Writer: Child’s Play

Today, I am introducing a new feature to my blog. I stumbled a while back on a website called The One-Minute Writer. I don’t recall how I found it, but the author provides a daily prompt with the plan that people will spend one minute writing based on the prompt. Now, let’s be serious, I have never in my life written something in only a minute. Anyone who has ever met me, heard of me, seen me walking by on the street, or been in the same crowded arena as me knows that I’m far too long winded to keep any writing down to a minute. However, I am going to use her prompts to give me something to write about in an attempt to always keep something new on my blog for my faithful reader(s). Fair warning, though, since I’m just using her prompts to think of something to write, they will probably rarely be the actual prompt for the day. Continue reading “One-Minute Writer: Child’s Play”

The cutest thing in the history of mankind: The sequel

Some of you may remember when I shared the cutest thing in the history of mankind a couple years ago. Well, Isaiah was three years old at the time. Now, he’s five, and he’s still playing Mass. It turns out that one of the professors here at the seminary (actually, the academic dean since last academic year), Dr. Tom Neal, is friends with this family, and he passed along this video. Continue reading “The cutest thing in the history of mankind: The sequel”