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Three Arlington seminarians at the Pontifical College Josephinum in Columbus, Ohio describe their lives as a balance of prayer, study, fun and fellowship.
Read the story: A day in the life of a seminarian.
This morning, 15 of us gathered in His name to remember longtime Catholic Herald administrative professional Soledad (Maria) Ibar, who passed away a year ago April 29.
A native of Chile, she had a gentle soul, a clever sense of humor and a deep faith that she was eager to speak about and act on. She made field trips to the Franciscan Monastery in Washington, D.C., and to Birmingham, Ala., the home of Mother Angelica and EWTN studios.
She spoke of her time in Rome, many years ago, where she studied and relished the environment of the Eternal City. She talked of waiting in long chaotic lines to get into St. Peter’s Basilica and watching scrappy nuns dash to the front once inside to throw sweaters over chairs to stake out their spot. She took it all in stride as she seemed to take everything, even her illnesses that became too numerous toward the end of her life.
She had a phenomenal commitment to her family, including her daughter and son, and their young children, but never forgetting her family back in Chile, including her elderly mother. On her last visit home, she fell as she was boarding the flight back to the states and broke both her wrists. She had to remain in Chile where her mother and her caretaker took Maria under their wing until she healed enough to return here.
She never stopped studying, whether it was faith-related, or new words, or her fascination with astronomy. We shared many a story about the latest reports from the Hubble Space Telescope, or the latest solar system discovery.
When you asked Maria for prayers, you knew she would make it and you a priority.
Today, on the eve of the anniversary of her death, as the Herald and other chancery staff gathered in the fifth-floor chapel, Father Paul de Ladurantaye offered Mass in her name. He tied the readings to our faith, her faith, and reminded us all that the Mass itself is a preparation for the next life.
Looking around at the 15 gathered for this intimate Mass, I realized …
I remember well my first job interview. Senior year at George Washington University and I stepped into the office of a local community newspaper.
The first woman I saw was the receptionist. With a big smile, she nearly shouted, “I don’t know what you are here for, but with that suit, you should get the job.” My nervousness faded as I patted the sides of my lavender suit, yes lavender, and took a seat to await my interview. This woman not only put me at ease, she presented a friendly face — a first impression — for the entire company.
My first impression of the Arlington Catholic Herald was two older women — the receptionist and bookkeeper — sitting in the very quiet sixth-floor office. I recall a thin blue veil of cigarette smoke and the not so subtle scent of Giorgio perfume. Those days, smoking in the office was allowed. These ladies were professional and pleasant, and they showed me how to navigate the climate of the office run by Editor Charlie Carruth, a Southern gentleman with an intimidating personality.
Over my years at the Catholic Herald, we’ve had many secretaries, receptionists, administrative assistants and administrative professionals. Yes, the titles and job descriptions have changed.
Each one brought something different to the job and to the atmosphere of the office.
One was a young woman who desperately wanted to have children, but could not. The day she found out there was a baby awaiting adoption by her and her husband, she squealed with delight and put in her notice.
Another had an illustrious career working closely with a notable cardinal in Chicago.
One grandmotherly woman ran the office with the precision and efficiency of a Marine Corps general, obviously from a lifetime of being a general’s wife with decades of experience making things run more than smoothly.
A young woman from Costa Rica, who had left her parents behind, found a needed fatherly figure in Editor Mike Flach, even bringing in her …
I love receiving snail (or rather, real) mail, but when you work at a newspaper a letter can cause both delight and anxiety. Is it from a reader upset about a story? Did someone catch a typo?
Turning over a recent letter on my desk, a happy-face sticker on the back of the envelope put my mind mostly at ease. Inside I found a note about a story I’d done on the training of altar servers.
Robert McLaughlin Sr. of Springfield wrote:
That was a fine article about altar servers that you published in the Catholic Herald. You may not know that when I was altar boy age (I’m 97 today), servers also had to learn Latin in addition to all the functions you described in your article and give the appropriate responses in Latin during the Mass.
I would like to mention one other thing: The page 6 headline, “A dedicated bunch of kids,” gave me cause to inform you that in those days, boys and girls were called boys, girls or children. The only creature referred to as kids were young goats usually found in some backyards.
What a gem of a letter. I love that this nearly century-old gentleman took the time to share his experience as a server at Mass; I love that the writing builds to its primary point at the very end — and mixes it with good humor; and I love that its subject is linguistic evolution.
After sharing the note with a few co-workers, it inspired me to look up when, exactly, “kid” was first used to describe a child.
According to the Online Etymology Dictionary (and backed by Merriam-Webster), the origin of the word as a term for “young goat” has roots in Scandinavia, circa 1200. It first was recorded as slang for “child,” according to the online dictionary, in the 1590s and was established in informal usage by the 1840s.
Although “kid” as “young goat” got a nearly 400-year head start on “kid” as an informal version of “child,” I couldn’t quickly determine when …
The St. Veronica Ranger Company is a two year old organization dedicated to helping boys become saints through a variety of outdoor activities. The company just completed a skills hike and campout near Woodstock which included, hiking on Massanutten Mt., canoeing, and lots of fishing.
Read the full Boys on a hike with God story that appeared on page 3 of the Arlington Catholic Herald
The wake of Deacon Tom Bello. was a gathering of joy. Though I never met him, by all accounts the atmosphere at his wake was a reflection of his life. While numerous people stood up and told stories of how his enthusiasm for life enriched their own, the most beautiful account came from his wife, Judy.
As Tom became more and more confined to his room, she said, the family sought ways to keep him engaged. “How do you find joy for someone who’s always radiated joy, when his life is so physically confined?” asked Judy.
They read children’s books, watched movies, told stories, looked at art and read poetry. One night, when he was already having trouble talking, Tom was able to say, “Stop all the clocks.” Fortunately Judy remembered that it was the first line of a W.H. Auden poem, which she then read to Tom.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
“We sat there for a moment and looked at each other and said, ‘Why did we like that poem?’ Judy told the mourners. “Auden messed it up big time.”
“It says, ‘I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.’ ” Then Judy looked out into the crowd at the wake. “Mary Lou, do you love your husband any less today lo these many years after he passed? Isn’t he still …
During an assignment at Seton School in Manassas this week, I noticed a large statue nestled in a corner at the front of the school’s newly constructed chapel. I was surprised to find out that the statue was of St. Anne, Our Lady and the baby Jesus, specially designed for Seton’s new chapel. In 30 years as a practicing Catholic, I had never seen an image of St. Anne with the child Jesus, let alone three generations of the Holy Family.
I’ve since learned that there is a famous painting of the trio by Leonardo da Vinci on display at the Louvre Museum in Paris, but the concept still feels like something of a rarity in religious art. After doing a little reading, I think I know why.
Catholics know nothing for sure about the life of St. Anne or her husband, St. Joachim. The gospels never mention the maternal grandparents of Jesus. The only source of possible information is from an apocryphal work written around 150 AD, but the credibility of that source is dubious. Even in that legend, there is no mention of them beyond Mary’s early childhood, much less any role they may have played in Jesus’ life. We don’t even know for sure if Mary’s parents were really named Anne and Joachim.
Regardless, Catholics have a long history of honoring St. Anne. As Catholic Online puts it: “For those who wonder what we can learn from people we know nothing about and how we can honor them, we must focus on why they are honored by the church. Whatever their names or the facts of their lives, the truth is that it was the parents of Mary who nurtured Mary, taught her, brought her up to be a worthy Mother of God. It was their teaching that led her to respond to God’s request with faith … It was their faith that laid the foundation of courage and strength that allowed her to stand by the cross as her son was crucified and still believe.”
Did St. Anne ever meet her grandson? We don’t know. But it’s an aspect of Jesus’ life that’s …
This week for our retirement living section, I traveled to an assisted living facility in Warrenton to interview a man named John Sekelsky. After his Bible study, the other residents and I listened to the story of his life. I asked Sekelsky basic questions while the nursing home residents and volunteers pressed him for more details, entreating him to repeat old stories they had heard before.
The scene reminded me of a passage from Willa Cather’s wonderful novel, Death Comes to the Archbishop. Unlike what the title suggests, the book is almost entirely about the life of an intrepid missionary archbishop.
But Cather also paints a beautiful picture of the archbishop’s last days. His retirement gives him time to reminisce over his greatest accomplishments, his treasured friendships. “The Bishop was living over his life,” wrote Cather.
She continues, “Sometimes when Magdalena or Bernard came in and asked (the archbishop) a question, it took him several seconds to bring himself back to the present. He could see they thought his mind was failing; but it was only extraordinarily active in some other part of the great picture of his life — some part of which they knew nothing.”
As a writer, I believe each person has a story worth telling, especially the elderly. Fortunately, Sekelsky let us in on the most vivid memories of his life. It seemed to me a joy for him to tell it, and it certainly was a privilege for me to hear it.
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Mary Clare Scalia Murray gave the following reflection at the recent memorial service for her father, the late Justice Antonin Scalia.
Thank you for being here and for your kind words of sympathy, for your wonderful affection for our father, for the stories of your friendships, and most especially for your prayers.
There have been many remarks about Dad’s faith and the central role it played in his life. And for many of us the only way to comprehend the loss of our father, friend, or colleague, is to place it in the framework of God’s plan and God’s mercy, particularly during this year which Pope Francis has named the Year of Mercy.
But when we say that his faith was important to him, some may understand that to mean: he was Catholic, he went to church.
What Dad’s, and really Mom and Dad’s, practice of faith meant for us growing up was that we never missed Sunday Mass unless we were sick (in which case we’d better plan on staying in that bed for the day), and that as a family we drove however far was necessary to find what Dad considered an appropriate liturgy. Our Sundays in Chicago were especially adventurous: rather than walking 10 minutes to the neighborhood church, Dad drove us 30 minutes to a city church lead by Italian priests whose accents were so thick that it was hard to tell when they were speaking English or Latin.
We can tell stories about this as part of our strict upbringing, but what that approach to faith did for us was give us a framework of obedience to the church and instill in us an acceptance of the basic obligations we owe her. We also learned that though worship is a deeply personal experience, it is built on centuries of tradition and history rich with meaning.
Faith in our home was also the intellectual exercise of explaining the teachings of the church through reason. There were frequent conversations about sermons, good and bad, and about why the church taught certain things and why the teachings made …
The Arlington Diocese has had a strong connection with Mother Angelica and the Eternal Word Television Network (EWTN) over the years.
Bishop Thomas J. Welsh, Arlington’s founding bishop, was a frequent guest on “Mother Angelica Live,” the nightly program she hosted until her health started to deteriorate. Bishop Welsh led a strong lobbying campaign with local cable outlets in the diocese in an attempt to get them to carry the 24-hour Catholic cable network.
Father William Most, a professor at the Notre Dame Institute (now a graduate school operated by Christendom College in Front Royal), was a popular guest on EWTN during the 1980s. Timothy O’Donnell, president of Christendom College, has hosted several series on EWTN, focusing primarily on the Sacred Heart of Jesus.
Bishop John R. Keating, Arlington’s second bishop, wrote “A Pastoral Letter on Reverence for the Eucharist” in December 1988. Mother Angelica asked him if he would host a panel discussion on the letter that EWTN taped in January 1989 and aired March 28.
Bishop Keating, in conjunction with Linda McMahon and the Brent Society, hosted the program at St. Ambrose Church in Annandale. The panel included Mother Claudia, former superior general of the Sisters, Servants of the Immaculate Heart of Mary and a regular columnist for the Catholic Herald, and Carmen Egge, a parishioner of St. Agnes Church in Arlington.
Bishop Paul S. Loverde has been a frequent guest on EWTN as well, most recently discussing his pastoral letters “Go Forth with Hearts on Fire” and “Bought with a Price.”