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This morning, I read Dolan confirms error in Scalfari interview in the National Catholic Reporter. It confirms that there was at least one factual error in Scalfari’s interview: he suggests that Francis, upon hearing of his election, left the Sistine Chapel, panicked, wanted to decline, then got his head together, felt better, and went out to get dressed. But
As veteran Italian Vatican writer Andrea Tornielli has pointed out, however, there is no room next to the balcony overlooking St. Peter’s Square, which is located in the middle of a long hallway, raising doubt about the literal accuracy of the quotation.
In any event, Dolan said, the sequence put on the pope’s lips by Scalfari is out of order.
Francis did not hesitate before accepting his election, Dolan said, although there was a moment later when he paused in prayer before stepping out onto the balcony for the “Habemus Papam” announcement.
Okay, not such a big deal, right? We’re still weathering this huge FRANCIS CRISIS, which is going to spell DOOM AND DISASTER for everybody and everything, and the SEA LEVELS WILL RISE and there will be GIRL CARDINALS, and puppy dog cardinals, and Benedict’s name will be chiseled off all the walls, and the speaking of Latin will be punished with excommunication, and there will be dogs and cats living together, and so on.
Then there’s this:
Respected French Vatican writer Jean-Marie Guénois confirmed with Scalfari that he didn’t tape the interview, nor did he take notes, so the text was an after-the-fact reconstruction.
He didn’t tape the interview. He didn’t take notes.
He didn’t tape the interview. He didn’t take notes.
He didn’t tape the interview. He didn’t take notes.
I’m just a teeny, two-bit, part-time writer on the very outer fringes of what could possibly be considered journalism, and even I know that this is outrageous. Insanely irresponsible. Something that should make people lose their jobs and all credibility forever. Holy shit. As my sister Devra Torres said, “So we’re commenting on a bad translation of a hazy memory in the mind of a presumably heavily biased source.” One more thing? Scalfari is 88 years old. But I’m sure his memory is completely accurate.
So, I know this is a big deal. But not for one second do I think that the Francis haters will so much as bat an eye. We’ll get a shrug and a grimace, and they’ll continue with their self-congratulatory dirge celebrating mourning this tragic decline of the papacy.
Why? Because Francis haters are like the prophets of climate change. No matter what happens, it’s just more evidence for what they’ve been telling us all along. Got a hurricane? Expect to see more and more of this kind of thing, because climate change! One of the calmest hurricane seasons in the last 62 years? Continue to panic! Because climate change! Polar ice caps melting? You see, that’s climate change! Polar ice caps growing and getting icier? Have you not been listening???? This isclassic climate change.
When you’re completely wedded to the idea of anthropogenic climate change, bad news is bad news, and good news is bad news, too.
Same with the Francis haters. Absolutely anything you say about the man — and about the demonstrable, incontrovertable good effects of his papacy — it’s all just more evidence of bad news. They don’t like what he says, and then they hear that he didn’t actually say it, and the response is, “I’m tired of the excuses!” Okay. So you’re tired of the truth? Yeah, I thought so.
Even things that have nothing to do with him are magically attributed to his malign influence. And when we hear about — oh, people becoming interested in the Church again . . . people asking their Catholic friends questions, because they’ve heard there’s something interesting going on in Rome . . . people considering joining RCIA, or getting their marriages regularized, or going to confession in droves . . . well, there you have it. Proof that Francisogenic Papal Change is ruining the Church. Because they are not the right kind of people, you see. Their hearts aren’t having the right kind of conversion. Their experience of the love and mercy of Christ isn’t authentic enough. How can you be so blind? THIS IS A CRISIS, PEOPLE.
Because if it’s not a crisis, we might have to change how we look at the world.
Well, we shall see, won’t we. If the climate really is changing, there’s not a hell of a lot we can do about it. If Francis really is ushering in a new era, he is the Pope, and he calls the shots. So we’ll see what’s changing, and why, and how it all shakes out. I’m putting my faith in the Holy Spirit. If you’ve been paying any attention at all, you’ll know that
The wind is blowing, and so far, it feels good.
Okay, so I’m slow. I just got around to reading Francis’ interview with America magazine, and now I want to do a quick round-up of last week’s Catholic Women Rejoice conference in Vancouver, WA.
(photo credit Caitlin Elder)
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It really was obnoxious, but I asked one of my dear, extremely busy hostesses to find me a priest who could hear my confession. Because airplanes.
So she did, and he found the time, and we found a sacristan who could open the confessional for us, and it was a great confession.
I won’t tell you what I said in there, but the priest told me that we should try to figure out how to turn our sins into strengths. So for my penance, I had to use my computer for good, instead of . . . other things. I’m supposed to seek out five websites that would be useful or edifying for people. So today’s post will count as one, since I didn’t exactly seek these out, but they certainly fill the bill otherwise.
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Caitlin Elder writes Tales of the Elders. Clever name, eh? Caitlin is a lovely woman, very attentive and sincere — and, like 99% of the women I met at the conference, so funny. Here we are at the dinner after the conference – and you can see I’m a bit droopy with jet lag by this point; but Caitlin, who is pregnant, is peppy and alert. Young parsons! How do they do it?
(photo credit Caitlin Edler)
Do check out Caitlin’s blog for great summaries of the three talks at the conference, and stay for this sweet post about her pity party cure, her encouraging post about post-partum depression, and one extremely awesome photo of one freaked out baby on Santa’s lap.
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I was thrilled to be placed at a table with Katrina Burbank, who sent me those beautiful hair jewels that my family likes so much. Katrina is so sassy (I’m sorry, not my favorite word, but it just kinda fits) and funny and honest. Here we are at the dinner:
Katrina is holding her ridiculously cute baby in a carrier because she knows that if she puts her down, I will kidnap her and bring her home in my purse.
(photo credit Katrina Burbank)
Burbank Homestead is her beautifully designed blog where she writes about “faith, family, crafting, and beer.” Here is her write-up of the conference, Katrina is so busy, and has done a masterful job of turning her powerhouse energy and organizational skills into a resource for other busy folk who are looking for help getting it all together. Her practical homesteading posts are especially helpful, without ever slipping into that “gaze-upon-my-wonderfulness-you-miserable-slob” attitude you often get from helpful blogs.
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I had so much fun talking to the author of Moments in Mediocre Motherhood. I don’t know if we’re really kindred spirits or if she just makes everybody feel that way, but what a fantastic woman. I gave my speech about Mary, and described how Mary is the kind of mother who, when approached by a screaming, sticky, snotty toddler, will scoop up said toddler and cuddle her, rather than shrinking away. So this woman, who was there with the prettiest baby girl in the world, introduced herself by charging up to my table covered from head to toe in pretty baby girl poop and demanding a hug.
(photo credit Moments in Mediocre Motherhood)
That hug, she did not receive. Look, I’m not Mary! Anyway, I laughed my head off, and continued laughing as we exchanged notes (after she found a change of clothes) about how to deal with unexpected pregnancies, working from home with kiddos in the house, and dealing with fertilinazis. She also very generously changed her schedule the next day so that she could accompany me to the airport after Mass, which gave me some extra time to play with her cutie wootie:
who was perhaps not quite as enthusiastic about our relationship as I was
(photo credit Moments in Mediocre Motherhood)
What impressed me the most was her obvious, overflowing joy and love for her family. Check out her blog for more of this infectious joy despite — or because of — her crazy life.
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Another instant friend was Kate, who braved the day with not one but two of her four kids. Kate is the co-founder of Real Catholic Love and Sex: More than Just Missionary, which recently got a great review from Dr. Gregory Popcak. The blog is written by Kate and a married man named James, and is one of the more honest and thorough blogs about Catholic sex and marriage that I’ve seen. Here I am with Kate (and yes, we did do other things at this conference besides drink wine — but I will admit, I really enjoyed that part).
(photo credit Kate)
Not the highest quality photo, but it really captured the evening, during which I laughed so hard my throat hurt for days — and yes, I cried a little bit, too. Kate also rearranged her schedule to come to an earlier Mass so she could drive me to the airport. I only wish we didn’t live on opposite sides of the country.
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I accidentally left my conference gift bag behind in Portland, but dear Lisa Ferry is mailing it to me. I had heard so much about one of the goodies inside, the exquisite handmade soap made by Anna Cools of Roots Soap Company.
I dunno – how good could it be, with only an average of five stars from 733 reviewers? I only got a few minutes to speak with Anna, but she gave me a wonderful selection of her soaps for my girls. Watching the mail! Thanks again, Anna.
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Oh, I met so many other wonderful women at this conference, too many for my poor brain to remember at the end of the week – including, of course, the dynamic Julie Ondernko, founder of Catholic Finish Strong, who gave us a smorgasbord of saints to get to know
(photo credit Caitlin Elder)
and the amazing Sr. Miriam James Heidland
(photo credit Caitlin Elder)
who reduced a roomful of 300 women to tears in the best possible way.
I also met the fabulous Louise Mohr, whom I could have spotted half a mile away by her lipstick. I hear from her sister that she has a fashion blog, and I WANT TO SEE IT. Where, Louise?
And so many, many other wonderful women who braved the rain and their busy schedules to come together for a beautiful day filled with grace. If you were there and would like to share your blog or website, please email me (simchafisher@gmail.com) or put it in the comments, and I will add it to the post. And please, beautiful Sia Nickelsen, who showed me her excellent little women’s magazine, I meant it when I said send me a reminder! I need reminders!
Again, Sterling Jaquith and Lisa Ferry, you did a completely amazing job putting this day together and making me feel at home. The Catholic Women Rejoice conference will be back next year! I really suggest putting it on your calendars now.
Don’t forget to check in with our host, Jen Fulwiler at Conversion Diary, and wish her a happy 10th anniversary!
I don’t know anything about the movie Gravity, but I liked a lot of the things Sandra Bullock had to say about motherhood and work, in this interview for NPR Of course she is rich enough to be able to decide whether or not to work; but it was very, very good to hear a woman saying,
[M]y baby before was my work. That’s what I had. And then I was given the blessing of this extraordinary creature and human being, who’s turning into a good little man.
And you just, you just realize that, you know, unless it’s a great experience for myself and for him, or unless this experience that I’m being offered will benefit him down the road, I’m not leaving the house. Or I’m leaving the house, but I’m not going to go work.
And once he’s in school, you know, permanently in school, those moments for me to work will be very few and far between. And I’m so happy to embrace that. So yeah, I think it’s changed me a thousand percent. And I think it’s made me better. And I think it’s made me, you know, less worried about if this film doesn’t work, you know, “What do I have?” You know, I go, “I already have everything. And if this film doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. Nothing you can do.”
She describes how hard it is to be away from her baby when she’s working on a movie — and, what you hear less often, how hard it is on him. He didn’t like seeing her in the weird isolation suspension rig they had built to make it look like she was trapped in space. The question of whether women can balance work and mothering is often put in terms of what is best for the woman — which is significant, but not the whole story!
Transcript and audio here.
Okay, so I’m finally getting around to reading that America interview with the Pope. Haven’t gotten too far yet — just up to the part where the interviewer has asked him who he really is.
And he repeats: “I am one who is looked upon by the Lord. I always felt my motto, Miserando atque Eligendo [By Having Mercy and by Choosing Him], was very true for me.”
And then he goes on to talk about mottos, of St. Ignatius, of John XXIII.
I love the idea of having a motto — especially if you can change it when you feel like it. My motto used to be something that I came up with when people used to ask me all the time, “How do you do it?” — meaning, raise kids and meet deadlines and make supper, I suppose. So my answer and motto was, “Praise God and cut corners.”
My family once put together a family crest, which I describe here, including our motto, which was “It Could Always Be Worse.” And, in the last year we homeschooled, we were doing a medieval unit, so we put together coats of arms. The motto my son came up with was, “REVENGE.” Yup, put the little sucker in school the next year.
How about you? Do you have a personal or family motto? Did you used to have one that no longer fits? If you had to come up with one today, what would it be?
and yet I feel like there must be another solution besides this:
I know, I know, Big Brother is too big, and it’s super fun to crow about what a vast improvement it is when government is shut down — no more panda cam, boo hoo hoo.
But for many people, the shutdown is no joke. Since our fearless leaders in Washington are covering themselves with glory (and I include both parties. I’m completely disgusted with every last one of them), there are plenty of Americans who face genuine hardship.
The WIC program will run out of federal funding in a few days, and various states may or may not have enough funding to continue the program. WIC provides nutritious food to nursing and pregnant women and their children ages five and under. I can clearly remember a time when our family — yes, while we were employed full time and living thriftily — absolutely depended on food from WIC. Eggs and tuna, cereal and milk is what we lived on, and if that had run out, we would have gone hungry.
School lunch programs will also lose their federal funding soon. Many kids depend on school lunch as their main meal of the day. (It doesn’t matter whether or not you think the government should be supplying lunch, or what you imagine you know about parents who have spent money on tattoos or whatever. We’re just talking about kids who need to be fed.)
The Department of Veteran’s Affairs will run out of funding, so they won’t be able to pay the pensions and benefits for veterans. And any government employee who’s been furloughed may certainly be low on food.
Please consider bringing a bag of shelf-stable groceries to your local St. Vincent de Paul food pantry, or whatever local organization distributes food to people who need it.
It doesn’t matter what you think about the proper role of government. Our response to hunger and need is not a political statement. We are just talking about people who will not have food in their bellies. If you have $5, $10, $20 that won’t break your budget, please please shop for hungry people next time you go shopping, and encourage your friends to do the same. Maybe explain to your kids that you’re going to skip dessert this weekend and use that money to buy food for people who would otherwise be skipping dinner.
If you don’t know where your local food pantry is, call your church — they will be able to direct you. Many supermarkets have donation bins, or you can add a monetary donation to your grocery bill.
Again: not a political statement. Just a work of mercy.
UPDATE: My sister Abby reminds me that many women and babies depend on WIC for formula, including expensive specialty formula for babies with various allergies. Another reader reminds me that it couldn’t hurt to ask your local food pantry if they are more in need of food or money donations.
SO! I’m home from the fantastic, amazing, grace-filled Catholic Women Rejoice conference! I got home around 1:30 this morning, so I have not been able to put together a post about the conference yet. Let’s just say I thought it was going to be great, and it was 100 times greater than that! 300 women laughing and crying together, eating and praying together, helping each other with their babies,. Mass was wonderful, some of the vendors were just outstanding, and I still have a sore throat from laughing and laughing and laughing at the Italian dinner afterward. Sterling Jaquith, Lisa Ferry, and Heather Renshaw did something truly wonderful, and if you didn’t make it this year, this is a good time to start making plans for next year!
One of the women I was thrilled to finally meet in person was the lovely Caitlin Elder, who, in her abundant free time, ho ho ho, is helping to promote a Creighton Practitioner Educator Program in Vancouver, WA, near Portland, OR There is a real dearth of Creighton practitioners in the Pacific North West, and women who are hoping to find fertility care must travel many hours to get it. So if you have been thinking of becoming a practitioner, this is a great opportunity to fill a keenly-felt need!
The only catch is, the deadline is SOON. They need to sign up three more people by October 1st, and applications are due Oct. 8.
So even if you’re not up for this yourself, please pass the word on Facebook or on your blog! It would be a real work of mercy if they could get enough people to do this class now.
Location: St. Joseph’s Parish, Vancouver WA
Dates: Nov 4th-11th
We need 3 more people committed by Oct 1st.
Applications due Oct 8th.
Contact person: Shira Wise, Program Director (509) 735-5380 3riversfertility@gmail.com
Or people are welcome to contact me with questions: Caitlin Elder caitlinelder25@gmail.com
Here is a pdf with the entire brochure for the Vancouver program. (And if you can’t open the link because I’m a dope, just email Caitlin or Shira, or me at simchafisher@gmail.com).
Again, please share! Thanks!
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I’m in Vancouver, WA for the Catholic Women Rejoice conference tomorrow! There is still time to register. Here is the schedule. Looks like it’s going to be a GREAT day. I’m really looking forward to meeting some of my Facebook and blog friends for the first time IRL.
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Last night, I had a lovely seafood dinner overlooking the Columbia River (I think?) with Lisa Ferry and Sterling Jaquith, who have been coordinating everything, including putting together a lovely assortment of goody bags for the guests. We were chatting away happily when I realized that, for the last twenty minutes, we’d been talking about dogs. Not babies. That is the first time I have ever gotten together with a group of Catholic moms and not immediately launched into an intimate gabfest about teething, diaper rashes, adorable tricks our kids do, and possibly some cervix talk. But no, just dogs. This is what you’ve done to me, Shane.
Oh, also, the waitress kept sitting down next to me in the booth whenever she came to our table. It was the creepiest freaking thing I’d ever seen while eating salmon. I finally figured out to put my big, fat purse on that side, which put an end to that. What the heck!
Anyway, by the time we got to the restaurant, we were talking about babies. And NFP. And sending our daughters to college. And a little bit about dogs.
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The last time I got on an airplane, I was pregnant with my second daughter, who is now 14. I was prepared for some changes, like taking my shoes off for security and not being fed anything but pretzels. But I had completely forgotten that they will, with no shame whatsoever, charge you $12 for a bag of nuts and a pack of gum. My husband agreed that airport prices are nutrageous. He’s right! I was nutraged.
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So, hotel bath soap that’s shaped like a massager.
“I AM FROM THE PLANET VOGON. PREPARE FOR CLEANSING.”
Ingenious, or slightly menacing?
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Hold everything. While I was searching for the image above, I came across this:
I stand amazed before the . . . whatever that was that made somebody decide to market these. Whew!
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Whenever I meet somebody I know in town, in the supermarket or wherever, they say, “Wow, out without any kids?!?!?” and I generally play along, like, “Lah di dah, here I am frolicking in the unheard of luxury of picking up some milk all by myself!” And it’s true that life sure is a million times easier now that I can leave my little guys with my big kids and just do what I need to do, without the incredible hassle of finding shoes and buckling car seats and so on.
But you know what they says, “Too soon old, too late smart.” There is no joy in being away from my kids. I guess it’s because the older ones are old enough that I can see just how short our time together is — and also because the really labor-intensive part of child rearing is mostly past. I still have little kids, but I have so much help now, and so much experience, and my husband and I work together so much better.
So, young moms who are dying for some time away from your little kids, go ahead and get it while you can, and don’t feel bad about craving some alone time or adult time! But don’t be surprised when you realize, one day, that that’s the last thing you want. I just hung up from a Skype conversation with Benny, and now I’m crying. You working moms who have to leave your kids every day, I don’t know how you survive.
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As for being away from my husband, I have decided we are this kind of couple.
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This seven rays of sunshine have been brought to you by Simcha Fisher, who will definitely feel better with some breakfast.
Thanks to Steve Jalsevac of LifeSite News for linking to this letter!
Fr. Pavone, the National Director of Priests for Life, says,
As the Director of Priests for Life, known worldwide as a ministry within the Catholic Church that urges more preaching, teaching, and action against abortion, I was asked by many alarmed and confused people these past few days about the reported comments of the Pope that the Church should not be “obsessed” with this issue, and that there should be “balance” and “context.
Is the pope saying we should talk less about abortion? Is he saying that the emphasis the Church has placed on this issue has been a mistaken emphasis?
When I first received these inquiries via emails and text messages, I was actually in the presence of Pope Francis, in the dining room of his residence. I had spoken just hours earlier, at the invitation of the Vatican, about the Church’s defense of the unborn child, and about the clear and strong position of the Church, expressed in many documents, that the right to life is our first right and the foundation and condition for all the others.
So the news came to me with more than a little irony, and I immediately began to tell worried pro-life warriors that they had no reason to think that the Pope no longer wanted the Church to focus on abortion.
The Pope is, as I said myself, giving the world context for the pro-life movement. The letter from Father Pavone is short, clear, and reassuring, and concludes this way:
This approach radically strengthens the Church’s opposition to abortion, because the Pope is saying not simply that it breaks the Fifth Commandment (“You shall not kill”), but that more fundamentally it breaks the First Commandment (“You shall not have other gods besides me”) and that to disrespect life is to abandon God himself.
Nobody should worry or think that the Pope is in any way diluting the Church’s strong and unchangeable stance against abortion, or contradicting all that has already been said and written, in documents like The Gospel of Life, about the urgent priority that this issue deserves. Some 50 million children are killed by abortion around the world each year. If we want to know how much we should focus on it, we only have to use human reason and ask what our response would be if 50 million adults throughout the world were killed each year by terrorism.
Long live the pro-life movement, and long live the Pope!
Hear, hear! Thank you, Father Pavone.
