Thursday, October 30, 2008

All Saints' Day 2008 at RCA

Rest In Peace, Monsignor Kenny

Monsignor Tom Kenny died peacefully in his home on October 30 at the age of 69. He was the rector of the Cathedral of Christ the King for the past eighteen years and a priest for the Archdiocese of Atlanta for forty-three years.
The Reception of the Body of Monsignor Kenny will be at 2:00 p.m. on Wednesday, November 5, with the body lying in state from 2:00-7:00 p.m. at the Cathedral of Christ the King. A Rosary will be prayed for the repose of the soul of Monsignor Kenny at 6:30 p.m. and a Vigil Service begins at 7:00 p.m. Archbishop Wilton D. Gregory will preside over the Funeral Mass on Thursday, November 6, at 10:30 a.m. at the Cathedral of Christ the King. The Rite of Committal will occur at Arlington Cemetery, Sandy Springs, immediately after the Funeral Mass.
In lieu of flowers please consider a donation to the "Monsignor Thomas Kenny Memorial Fund" sent to the Cathedral of Christ the King, 2699 Peachtree Road NE, Atlanta, Georgia 30305.

Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him.

We will miss you.
For more information on services and memorials for Mnsgr Kenny, please click here.
The Prayer of Cardinal Newman
May he support us all the day long
Till the shades lengthen
And the evening comes
And the busy world is hushed
And the fever of life is over
And our work is done.
Then, in his mercy,
May he grant us a safe lodging
And a holy rest,
And peace at last.


adj; hairy

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

The Day After Tomorrow

Visually spectacular doomsday drama about a scientist (Dennis Quaid) trying to reunite with his son (Jake Gyllenhaal) during a worldwide environmental catastrophe triggered by global warning which, in addition to unleashing monstrous hurricanes, killer tornadoes and biblical-proportion floods, threatens to rapidly plunge Earth into a new ice age. The film is brimming with eye-popping special-effects sequences; director Roland Emmerich plays fast and loose with scientific facts to craft a high-concept rollercoaster ride full of escapist thrills but without much of a story beyond its nature-gone-mad premise. Intense scenes of natural disasters. A-II -- adults and adolescents. (PG-13) 2004

The Love Guru

Flat comedy, only fitfully enlivened by some clever gags, about a guru (Mike Myers) enlisted by the owner of the Toronto Maple Leafs hockey team (Jessica Alba) to reunite their star player (Romany Malco) with his wife (Meagan Good) who has left him for his rival (an unrecognizably hirsute Justin Timberlake), the French-Canadian goalie for the opposing team, thereby restoring the former player's prowess on the ice. Unabashedly vulgar and tasteless despite its saccharine ending and some moderately redemptive elements, the film, directed at an often tentative pace by Marco Schnabel, feels too long by half and the jibes at celebrity and bogus Indian mysticism wear thin. Much sexual and scatological humor and innuendo, some crude language, adultery and an implied premarital relationship, drug references and comic violence. O -- morally offensive. (PG-13)


Lackluster and, at times, absurdly silly action adventure about a roguish treasure hunter (Matthew McConaughey), who, along with his sidekick (Steve Zahn), help a U.N. doctor (Penelope Cruz) investigate a mysterious plague outbreak in a war-torn African nation which they think may be somehow linked to their search for a long-lost Civil War battleship. Directed by Breck Eisner and based on the novel by Clive Cussler, the humor-laced film, though intermittently entertaining as escapist fare, is weighed down by vapid performances, a mediocre script, risible dialogue and an overemphasis on tedious action sequences over character and story. Recurring action violence and minimal rude expressions. A-III -- adults. (PG-13) 2005

from ATL to A-ville

So Ray and I have been interested in moving to Asheville for a while now. It's a great compromise from Sitka, Alaska; which I loved, but it is so far away. Now that Ray is in law school, the idea of moving only 3 hours away is more realistic. And if we do, this is what I want in my back yard...

from America's Choice Now

hey, it's got my boys alan keyes and jim caviezel! well done. :)

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Blessed Teresa of Calcutta

This year Sophia will be Mother Teresa. I'm having her wear it for trick-or-treating, too, since I have to sew this costume together. I think I will also buy a dark-skinned baby for her to carry. We'll stop by her house (which is across the street from Billy's new place!) I think the sisters would get a kick out of it! :)

St. Maria Goretti

Last year, Sophia dressed up as St. Maria Goretti at her All Saint's party at school and I think she got to dress up for Mass, too. I took pictures with Ray's APS camera, but the shutter didn't work and so the film was sadly blank.
(For Halloween, the night before, she went as Tinkerbell.) Here is the official prayer of St. Maria Goretti:

Oh Saint Maria Goretti who, strengthened by God's grace, did not hesitate even at the age of twelve to shed your blood and sacrifice life itself to defend your virginal purity, look graciously on the unhappy human race which has strayed far from the path of eternal salvation. Teach us all, and especially youth,with what courage and promptitude we should flee for the love of Jesus anything that could offend Him or stain our souls with sin. Obtain for us from our Lord victory in temptation, comfort in the sorrows of life, and the grace which we earnestly beg of thee (here insert intention), and may we one day enjoy with thee the imperishable glory of Heaven. Amen.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

an unusual vp candidate photo :)

A Birthday by Christina Rossetti

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves, and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves, and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

I recited this poem in a testimony I did at Mass during Mystagogia, which is the "seeping in" period after you are baptized. I love this poem; many take her metaphors and similes to describe a consummation between her and her lover, and while this is true, she is not referring to an earthly lover. She is referring to Christ and that is exactly how I felt. I was in-love with 33 year old Jewish man who was born 1,998 years ago. My baptism was my birth and I felt like royalty surrounded by all the moving, scriptural imagery she so passionately illustrates.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

OK, sorry! One more---a telling 19 seconds!

OK, one more...

The sound on this is off a bit, but I thought it was funny since I thought THE SAME THING. Com'on, Obama! Can't say live begins at conception, can't say life begins at birth? Tangled web, baby, tangled web!


Monday, October 13, 2008

prolife button

Palin on Obama on Abortion

"For a candidate who talks so much about hope, he offers no hope at all in meeting this great challenge of the conscience of America."

Dura Realidad

Wow. I recently watched the video Dura Realidad in English and I almost threw-up on Ray's desk. It is so horrific. Can something be too horrific for viewing? While I agree with the truth being told, especially in the case of abortion, I think it is disrespectful of that actual human life, that person, that prenatal child, to display their brutally murdered remains in the general public as at ProLife marches. I want my child to participate in social action, such as vigils and marches, but viewing graphic material should be at the discretion of the parent. However, a video like Dura Realidad, is prefaced with a warning and not in the open for small children's eyes to see, so why do I still feel like there's something wrong with it? Is it just because it is so hard to believe??
It has been important for the public to see images from the Holocaust so that they can understand exactly what the prisoners went through, or to see footage from Rwanda to understand what the people had to endure-- in hopes that history will not repeat itself by urging people to compassion and action. I pray that anti-abortion videos/photographs do not fall on deaf ears or blind eyes. May I resist the temptation to despair and may I be more motivated to persist in prayer and action in support of the families that have suffered from this atrocity and for the prenatal child to be protected from it.
St. Gerard, pray for us! (the patron saint of mothers and preborn babies-- feast day this Thursday, Oct 16)


There are some absolutes in there that I would refrain from using, but dang! Newt is on fire! :) Thank you, Priscilla, for the heads up!


Sunday, October 12, 2008

Friday, October 10, 2008


I just left a lengthy comment on Erika's blog, so I thought I'd post it here, too, since I love to get as much mileage out of stuff as possible!

I firmly believe in teaching children how to correctly apologize. We developed a formula for our family before they could really begin to talk. Step 1: "I'm sorry for [verb+ing]" Step 2: And here's where Ray and I differ-- Ray's:"I will not do it again." Mine: "I will try my best not to do it again." (There's a continual discussion of which is more appropriate.) Step 3: "Please forgive me." Step 4: response: "I forgive you." (VERY important here b/c we noticed that so many times when someone apologizes the other person just says "It's OK," as if to shrug off the validity or the severity of the trespass.) Step 5: Hug or physical connection.
It seems to work well. The kids need coaching sometimes, but overall they've acquired the skill of a sufficient apology. Merely saying "sorry" in my house doesn't cut it! I'm hoping this helps them when they reach the age of reason and must make a good confession.
I've always struggled with receiving the false apology, (pointing finger here at others' failures,) "I'm sorry you got upset..." Insult to injury! Now, there was one time that I thought it ROCKED. And that is when Pope Benedict XVI offered the false, but necessary, apology to the unfoundedly inflamed Muslim community about his comments at Regensburg, "I'm sorry that my comment upset you." Now that's the Holy Spirit!

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

American Innovation

Ha, ha. This one is for Erika, (not me, Ahern.)

FFL on youtube

My sweet husband found this. Thank you!

In Memory of Baby Harbaugh

On the last day of September, Jenny and Mundo lost their precious preborn baby. We had been praying since they got married for conception and once Jenny got pregnant, we had prayed that the Lord sustain the baby in the womb, but the baby did not make it. My heart broke for Jenny and Mundo and at the revisiting of those feelings of loss from my own experiences. And the Lord, in his goodness, comforted me that day and seemed to express His own grief. The readings at Mass seemed to personally share with me the commiserating solemnity I carried that day:

Reading 1
Jb 3:1-3, 11-17, 20-23

Job opened his mouth and cursed his day.
Job spoke out and said:

Perish the day on which I was born,
the night when they said, “The child is a boy!”

Why did I not perish at birth,
come forth from the womb and expire?
Or why was I not buried away like an untimely birth,
like babes that have never seen the light?
Wherefore did the knees receive me?
or why did I suck at the breasts?

For then I should have lain down and been tranquil;
had I slept, I should then have been at rest
With kings and counselors of the earth
who built where now there are ruins
Or with princes who had gold
and filled their houses with silver.

There the wicked cease from troubling,
there the weary are at rest.

Why is light given to the toilers,
and life to the bitter in spirit?
They wait for death and it comes not;
they search for it rather than for hidden treasures,
Rejoice in it exultingly,
and are glad when they reach the grave:
Those whose path is hidden from them,
and whom God has hemmed in!

Responsorial Psalm
Ps 88:2-3, 4-5, 6, 7-8

R. (3) Let my prayer come before you, Lord.
O LORD, my God, by day I cry out;
at night I clamor in your presence.
Let my prayer come before you;
incline your ear to my call for help.
R. Let my prayer come before you, Lord.
For my soul is surfeited with troubles
and my life draws near to the nether world.
I am numbered with those who go down into the pit;
I am a man without strength.
R. Let my prayer come before you, Lord.
My couch is among the dead,
like the slain who lie in the grave,
Whom you remember no longer
and who are cut off from your care.
R. Let my prayer come before you, Lord.
You have plunged me into the bottom of the pit,
into the dark abyss.
Upon me your wrath lies heavy,
and with all your billows you overwhelm me.
R. Let my prayer come before you, Lord.

Lk 9:51-56

When the days for Jesus to be taken up were fulfilled,
he resolutely determined to journey to Jerusalem,
and he sent messengers ahead of him.
On the way they entered a Samaritan village
to prepare for his reception there,
but they would not welcome him
because the destination of his journey was Jerusalem.
When the disciples James and John saw this they asked,
“Lord, do you want us to call down fire from heaven
to consume them?”
Jesus turned and rebuked them,
and they journeyed to another village.

I remember that the day I lost my baby in 2006, the OT reading was also from Job. We must remember that while life is hard, God is still good.
Please keep Jenny and Mundo in your prayers as the mourn and prepare to be open to new life.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Robert Christian Hartenstein

I got Bobbino's Baptism invitation in the mail yesterday and I missed that sweet lil' boy and his Mommy and Daddy even more. I realized I had not posted a pic of him on here b/c I was waiting to put one up of me and him together, but I still have yet to transfer it to the Mac, so I thought I'd post this one that his Daddy took shortly after his birth. Say a special prayer for Bobbino on October 26, when he is joyfully initiated into the Church. Alleluia!

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Mr and Mrs Vernon Olin Darley, III

I am so sad when I have to miss my friends' weddings, Danny's in Italy, Sara's in Czech, Ranjan's in South Africa, Byung's in Nevada, Michael's in Italy, Josip's in Croatia, and now Trey's in Czech! These photos are so beautiful that it is some consolation and I thought I'd share them with you.
Congratulations, Trey and Katka! Can't wait to see you stateside!

Friday, October 3, 2008

What I thought about Joe Biden...

(Photo: JP II with Joe Biden and his wife Jill in the early 80s)
Ray and I watched the VP Debate last night in the company of some Papa John's pizza. I started out feeling nervous for Sarah Palin, but in the end was glad that she was able to do the job she was hired for. I have a lot of respect for mothers, for mothers with lots of kids, for mothers with lots of kids and blossoming careers, and for mothers with lots of kids and blossoming careers and a child with special needs---and I haven't even gotten to political or religious ideology.
What interested me most about this debate is that I was able to become more familiar with Joe Biden. I knew very little about him previously, outside of knowing his dangerously precarious place in the Church and his Democratic VP Nominee acceptance speech. I was generally pleased with his performance (and his sparkling smile) and was left with a sinking sorrow for him.
For one, the accidental death of his spouse and daughter is one of the most horrifying things a person can go through and I was moved to see his emotional recollection of the loss. I also felt sorry for him that he was the VP nominee and not the actual P nominee! It seems like it would be difficult to play Number 2 to a younger, less experienced, but more media-friendly politician, especially if you had made uncomplimentary comments about him during the primaries.
But my main thought centered around this idea that Joe Biden is my brother in Christ, albeit a disobedient one. He has been marked with that indelible mark of the grace of Baptism, (just like Sarah Palin!) and I feel moved to pray for this brother to fully return home, in understanding, in trust, in obedience. I still can't vote for him, but I can pray for him.