I spent most of the afternoon correcting papers. Six essays, to be exact. I have three left to go, and I will be able to hand them back on Tuesday night. That's a one-week turnaround time for me. That's pretty damn good. I plan to continue this trend for the entire semester. No piles of papers and exams to correct at the beginning of December for me.
This evening, I have a family gathering to attend. Lots of food. Lots of visiting. My daughter is excited because she gets to drive us there. Yes, my teenager has her driver's permit. She's been chauffeuring me around all weekend long. Back from her dance lesson. Up to church. Back from church. Up to Little Caesar's to pick up pizza. Back from Little Caesar's. You get the idea. She won't even let me have my car keys right now.
And tonight, I will be watching the Emmy Awards, because, among other things, I am an awards show junkie. I've even watched the Nobel Prize Awards ceremony online, and that happens in the middle of the night usually. Like I said, I'm a junkie.
Today's episode of Classic Saint Marty first aired about a year ago.
September 19, 2015: John XXIII, Pope Francis Visit, Laura Boss, "Remarkably You Love Me," Confessions of Saint Marty
There were the activities of Holy Week in Rome. Holy Thursday at
Saint John Lateran, Stations of the Cross on Good Friday evening, held
on the viale outside the cavernous floodlit Colosseum, Easter
Sunday at the Vatican. There had been that morning in Saint John's,
when, through a mist of frankincense, a procession of skullcapped
cardinals in scarlet robes, and priests and altar boys carrying
elaborate candles and antique bronze crosses swept in toward the
sacristy. And among them, as a choir sang and an organ shook the
floors, Il Papa, John XXIII, blessed the crowd and, touching the heads of the faithful, laid his palm upon his son's brow.
counts the above moment as one of the highlights of his son's short
life. Ives believes something holy happened; he felt a surge of energy
pass from John XXIII to his son and then him. He doesn't know what to
call it. Grace? The Holy Spirit? God's goodness? Of course, as a
Christian, I believe those three explanations are one and the same.
United States is currently preparing for the first papal visit of Pope
Francis. The newspapers are full of the details of his trip. Francis
is going to address Congress and celebrate Mass. I don't know much else
about his itinerary, but people (Catholic and non-Catholic alike) are
I have to say that I really like
Pope Francis. He does things that make people uneasy. He celebrates
Maunday Thursday by washing the feet of Muslims in prison. He doesn't
live in the papal apartment but in a simple room in a hotel attached to
the Vatican where cardinals stay during papal conclaves. He hugs
people, dispenses with formalities. He's not worried about being THE
POPE. He's worried about simply loving people the way Christ
did--without judgement or agenda.
I would say that Pope
Francis' guiding principle is love. Particularly, he wants to make the
world aware of social inequality. Of the poor and desperate. The
unloved. That's the mission of his papacy. He goes around and tells
people to love one another--Christian or Muslim, brown-skinned or
white-skinned, straight or gay.
I try to live by that
credo myself, and I usually fail miserably on a daily basis. I swear at
other drivers when I'm in my car. I get irritated by people I
encounter at work. I hold grudges. I'm not above talking about people
behind their backs. In short, I'm human.
not a very lovable person. In the past month, I've been moody, angry,
sad, indignant, worried, angry and sad again. Reading over my recent
posts, I don't even know why people are still reading this blog. I've
been wallowing, and it's not very attractive.
there are no limits and conditions on love. I'm loved by people even
when I'm unlovable, when I'm mean or sarcastic. That's what loving like
Christ is all about--find the dirtiest, crabbiest, most unloving person
in the world, and love him/her. It's a tough assignment, but it's what
will change the world. No election, no army, no war, no financial
bailout, no vaccine will alter the future. Unless love is involved.
going to climb down off my soapbox now. I'm not perfect. Pope Francis
is not perfect. It's the striving for perfection that makes the
Saint Marty has a long way to go.
Remarkably You Love Me
by: Laura Boss
me of the vacuumless rooms,
me of the paper cluttered rooms,
me of the I'll do the dusting tomorrow
me of the if it's mechanical or electronic
I blank out
me of the if it's boring conversation,
I stop listening
me of the unanswered letters and unpaid bills
who sit ankle deep in dust writing poems all night
Confessions of Saint Marty