Weekly Photo Challenge: Abandoned

graffiti in rome

 

I’m getting this week’s photo challenge from dailypost.wordpress.com in just under the wire, I think.

The challenge this week is to show “abandoned.”  I’ve been pondering it all week and though I knew I didn’t want to show something like an abandoned car or house or something like that, I couldn’t put my finger on something new to photo.

Instead, I decided to show you this photo that I took a couple of years ago.  I think it’s interesting for a number of reason.

First, this is graffiti that I photographed from the wall of a building just outside Vatican City in Rome.  I was there with Fr. Roderick Vonhogen for the Beatification of Pope John Paul II.  I saw this as we were walking along a side street and nearly didn’t stop to shoot it.

Second, it grabbed my attention, and I use it now, because it expresses a hopelessness of the future, an “abandonment,” if you will that seemed so out of place in Rome.

I often wonder about the person who sprayed this on the wall and hope that he or she found answers for their angst.  I think this feeling of abandonment, which we all feel from time to time, is a good thing to ponder during this season of Lent.

We have weather

 

My friend Mark likes to say that we don’t have seasons here in Oklahoma.  We just have weather.

I think he’s right, but this is just plain weird.    Snow, sleet, ice, lightning, thunder and earthquakes all at the same time.  

 

A few days from now we’ll be back to drought, twisty winds and grass fires.  

Ya gotta just roll with it. 

 

 

“Son of God” Movie

This afternoon I had the chance to see the film “Son of God,” with my sister.   From what I understand, much of the footage came from last year’s “The Bible” mini-series.   While I was in Papua New Guinea, Archbishop Stephen Reichert of Madang lent us his copy of the mini-series (probably one of the few  in whole country), but I was only able to watch the first two episodes before we had to return it.  Therefore, I don’t know first hand if the film is just a re-edit of that footage or not. Continue reading

Should I worry about humanity?

 

I saw this going around the internet and I immediately questioned if I should be seriously worried about humanity.

Why would I think that?  There are plenty of other reasons to worry about humanity, let’s face it.  My question stems from a couple of facts:

  1.  The fact that this thing actually exists.
  2. The fact that I find it tremendously humorous
  3. The fact that I REALLY want one.

Squirrels and I are known nemeses.  They’ve already had plenty of entertainment at my expense.  I don’t think I would be out of line to have a bit at theirs.

 

Source:  Find out more about this really need thing at this link.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Threes

I may have to try this one a couple of times.  It’s an intriguing assignment!  This week’s photo challenge from dailypost.wordpress.com is called “Threes”.

“IN A NEW POST PUBLISHED SPECIFICALLY FOR THIS CHALLENGE, SHARE ‘THREE.’

If you want to try a three-picture story, great! If not, try three images of the same subject taken from different perspectives, three images of the same thing at different times, […]”

For this post, I’ve chosen one of Tulsa’s most iconic symbols, “The Golden Driller”, a large statue at the Tulsa County Fairgrounds (aka Expo Square) which recounts the city’s storied past as the “Oil Capital of the World.”  The three photos above show the Driller from different perspectives.  It doesn’t exactly tell a story, but he’s pretty stoic and taciturn, so you get what you get.

 

Tulsa Street Art

This is a whimsical post, for the most part.  This morning after church, some street art in downtown Tulsa caught my eye, so I decided to wander the area and see what other  pieces of art I could find.

I don’t know if “street art” is the right term for this, but I’m referring to original art that is clearly not graffiti, gang-related, or any type of vandalism.  This is the stuff that I think is decorative or purposeful – for a business perhaps.

Anyway, there’s more of this type of art around than I would have thought.  These photos were all taken close to downtown Tulsa and are pretty imaginative.  I won’t say that I particularly like some of these styles, but I do find it interesting.  If you’re wondering about all of the “skeleton” depictions, I think these were part of a “dia de los muertos” celebration a couple of years ago.

I’ll have to keep an eye out for more as time goes by.  What do you think?  Does this type of art add or detract from a city’s ambiance?

Weekly Photo Challenge: Selfie

 

sepia-selfie

This week’s photo challenge from dailypost.wordpress.com is all about the “selfie.”

I’m really not sure what I think about this photo or “selfie’s” in general.  It’s too easy to fall into the trap of rampant vanity, I think, if you become enamored with taking photos of just yourself.

I took this shot with my iphone 4, backlit from a stark winter view outside.  Not very imaginative, I know, but I really dislike photos of myself.

All this winter weather has me grumpy.   I’ll keep thinking about this and see if I can come up with something more interesting.

Got any ideas?  Maybe a different take on what “self” means.  Hmm…

 

Feast of Saint Stephen – My Name Day

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When I was younger, I never really liked my first name – Steven.  It seemed ordinary to me.  No pizzazz, not a name that anyone would think was cool.

I didn’t really have any other name in mind, but for awhile I thought I could go by my middle name – Craig.  I didn’t know any other Craigs so, it seemed like an option, but I knew I probably couldn’t make it stick.  My older sister was Christine.  Growing up everyone called her Tina, but in high school she managed to make the switch to Cris, with the intriguing missing ‘h’.    It only half worked though.  All the family older than her still called her Tina, but her siblings and friends all called her Cris, so she was even more intriguing by being one of those dual-named people.

According to my dad, I was supposed to be called Sean. That’s what my mother wanted, but somehow my dad, who didn’t like the name, pulled a switcheroo and had Steven written on my birth certificate. So let it be written, so let it be done!

Today is December 26th, the Feast of Saint Stephen, and so I’m celebrating my Name Day.  Almost like another birthday, those lucky enough to be named for a saint can celebrate their namesake’s feast day and revere him or her as a patron saint and an example for their life.   It’s a very cool tradition so I love it when parents pick traditional saint names for their kids.

I’ve known for quite awhile that the day after Christmas (also called Boxing Day) is Saint Stephen’s Day, but I really never gave much thought to why he was important or why his feast day would be placed where it is.   Now that I’ve learned more about our faith, I can really appreciate Saint Stephen and the very important role he had to play in the early Church.

Here (Acts 6:1) you can read how Stephen was chosen as one of the first deacons of the early Church, to assist the Apostles in their work within the community of disciples. You can also read here (Acts 6:8) how Stephen was debated by some of the people in the outer community, falsely accused and eventually brought before the Sanhedrin (the local Jewish court responsible for religious matters), accused of blasphemy.

Before the people and the court, Stephen gave a brave discourse on the history and stubbornness of  the Jewish people to see and accept the presence of the Holy Spirit among them.   They became so infuriated with him, that Stephen was cast out of the city and stoned to death, becoming the protomartyr, or first martyr of the Church.

During his homily today, Msgr. Gregory Gier, rector of Tulsa’s Holy Family Cathedral, made some very interesting points about why Saint Stephen, besides the fact of his martyrdom, is important to the history of the Church.

Saint Stephen, much like Christ, as he was dying, turned his soul over to the mercy of God, and prayed that his persecutors would be forgiven (Acts 7:60):

“Then he fell to his knees and cried out in a loud voice, “Lord, do not hold this sin against them”; and when he said this, he fell asleep.”

We know from Scripture, that one of persecutors of Saint Stephen was Saul, who would later be known as Saint Paul.  We also know that he was present at Stephen’s stoning; and,  was thus one of those whom he prayed for.    Saul, was not an evil person.  He was a very well educated and learned Jew.  He had dedicated himself to serving God, and because of that was a zealot against anything that went against current Jewish teaching.   He thought he was doing the will of God by persecuting the followers of Jesus.  It took a direct intervention by God to convert him and to convince him that Jesus was the Messiah.  You can read about the conversion of Saint Paul in Acts Chapter 9.

According to Msgr. Gier, it’s not wrong to attribute some of the grace from Saint Stephen’s death as a martyr, and his final prayer, to the conversion of St. Paul.  The answered prayer of the Church’s first martyr is the forgiveness and conversion of Saul and the creation of the Church’s apostle to the Gentiles, St. Paul.

There’s so much to take from the story of Saint Stephen:

  • The power of the Holy Spirit passed from the Apostles to Stephen by the laying on of hands when he was made a deacon.
  • The example of Stephen as he served the community of disciples.
  • The example of Stephen as he confronts his accusers in the Sanhedrin.
  • The power of the Holy Spirit as Stephen dies, asking for his persecutors to be forgiven.
  • And how that prayer is answered in the conversion of Saint Paul.
  • The Church wouldn’t have had Saint Paul without the martyrdom of Saint Stephen.

What else can I say but I think it’s pretty cool to be named for Saint Stephen and I wouldn’t change it now that I understand what an honor it is.

If you get a chance to visit Rome, I urge you to visit the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls.  It’s the main shrine to Saint Paul and is said to be the site of his tomb.  As you stand before the altar, to the left you will see a side chapel dedicated to Saint Stephen.

St. Paul Outside the Walls is one of my favorite places to visit because, with that side chapel of Saint Stephen, you are constantly reminded of the role that he played in Saint Paul’s life and how any life can be redeemed and converted by the Holy Spirit.  I’ve been to that basilica three or four times and have been in all the other chapels and even the sacristy, but I’ve never been inside the chapel to Saint Stephen.  Someday, I’ll go there and find it open.

I also encourage you to visit the Basilica of Saint Lawrence Outside the Walls, in Rome.  There you can visit the tombs of the deacons and martyrs St. Stephen and St. Lawrence, as well as the tombs of St. Pope Hilarius and Blessed Pope Pius IX.  What I love about this basilica is that they allow you to descend into the crypt where you can actually lay hands on the tombs of these great saints.  It’s such a blessing!

 

StStephenIconForWebThanks for reading all this!  I hope you take some inspiration from the story of Saint Stephen.

Saint Stephen, pray for us!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: One

A lone tree on the banks of the Arkansas River at sunset.

A lone tree on the banks of the Arkansas River at sunset.

The holidays have really put a damper on my blogging activities, but I’m back with this week’s photo challenge from the folks at dailypost.wordpress.com.  Here’s this week’s assignment:

This week, we want to see photos that focus on one thing. Maybe you’ve got a stark photo of a single tree silhouetted against the setting sun, […]

OK, we’ll stop right there …  single tree, setting sun, right up my alley.  I’ll throw in a river and a hill too for this shot.

A lone tree on the banks of the Arkansas River in Tulsa, Oklahoma, and Turkey Mountain in the background.   I think it’s an OK shot, not bad for a cold afternoon as winter sinks its claws into the midst of America.

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Unexpected

 

wall of cameras

I’m back with another entry in the Weekly Photo Challenge from dailypost.wordpress.com .  This week it’s all about the “unexpected” things that we encounter as we’re out and about in the world.

The photo above was taken in the small vestibule of Chuy’s Mexican Restaurant, a new place on Kansas City’s Country Club Plaza.  The small entry to the restaurant, a transition zone between the outer and inner doors of the restaurant, was decorated with hundreds of old cameras.  Mostly Kodak Instamatic cameras from the 70’s, it was completely unexpected, not to mention just a little bit spooky.

Stepping inside from the frigid air of a cold November morning, I’m suddenly faced by all these silent witnesses of times past.  I thought it a fitting entry for this week’s challenge.

Moreover, it gave me pause.  Like the abandoned toys from a “Toy Story” movie, these old gadgets could certainly tell stories of their former lives as recorders of events from decades ago.

Alas, there’s no way to recover the glory or the usefulness of their former time, relegated now to curious decorations, hardly noticed except by one caught in the lens of the unexpected.

 

 

Pope Francis Scares Me

(source: Catholic News Agency)

Yes, I said it.  Pope Francis scares me – but in a good and challenging way.

You’ve probably seen the photo of Pope Francis embracing the man with neurofibromatosis, and you may have read some of the articles written about that truly touching moment.  You may have even read some of the critical commentary that implies that this has all been overblown, over sentimentalized, over emotionalized.

Those are all good discussions.

For me, it’s all been about the internal dialogue that has been occurring inside me.

When I see some act like that of Pope Francis, I can’t help but try to put myself into the shoes of those involved.

The nameless man with the disease put himself forward to meet Pope Francis.  I have no knowledge of why he did this.  I don’t know what he was hoping for, but it took guts to do it.   I don’t want to make any assumptions about that.  It’s a bit of a stretch, but his act reminds me of the story of Zacchaeus (Luke 19:1-10) which we heard recently in Mass.

Zacchaeus was a tax collector – an outcast in his society because of it.  He was “short in stature”, that is, different when compared with those around him.  When Jesus was passing through Jericho, Zacchaeus wanted to see him, so he climbed a sycamore tree – essentially “going out on a limb” for a better view.  Jesus, noticing Zacchaeus’ efforts to be closer to him, reaches out to him and treats him as a normal member of the community.

I see some parallels between this story in the Gospel and what Pope Francis did.

In his time, Pope Francis has constantly shown me in visible and humble ways how much higher the “love your neighbor as yourself”  bar is than I usually think.

I know I shouldn’t look for affirmations about my own faith and conduct only from the people I’m around.  It’s too easy to be complacent.   That’s why the examples of the saints and the saintly behavior of people like Pope Francis are important to consider and reflect upon.

Why does Pope Francis scare me?  Because in his simple actions, he shows me just how far off the mark I am.  How much more I could do.

How much more is being expected of us.  Of me.

Pope Francis makes it look so simple, but I struggle with the question:  “Can I do {THAT THING} that Pope Francis just showed us?”

When I try to put myself into his shoes, would I have been able to show love to that man, or would my instinctual fear, and yes, revulsion, have won the day?

And the next time I’m faced with a chance to show true love and charity, will I be brave enough to answer the call placed before me???

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I was going to leave this post like that.  A hanging question in the ethereal air.

But then, providentially, this new article pops up on www.news.va as I’m editing this post and shows me what I was missing.  A marvelous story, called “An act of love for Noemi” , really should be read in its entirety.

But here’s the part that got to me.  Here Pope Francis is talking about a “communion of charisms”, which reminds me that the gifts I need to carry out what I’m called to do, what I will face each day, are freely given by the Holy Spirit and I needed not worry too much if I’m up to the task:

A second aspect of communion in holy things is the communion of charisms. The Holy Spirit distributes to the faithful a multitude of spiritual gifts and graces; the “imaginative” wealth, let us say, of gifts of the Holy Spirit is ordered to the building up the Church. The charisms — that world is a little difficult — are gifts that the Holy Spirit gives us, talents, possibilities…. Gifts given not to be hidden but to be shared with others. They are not given for the benefit of the one who receives them, but for the use of the People of God. If a charism, one of these gifts, serves instead as self-affermation [sic], then it is doubtful that we are dealing with an authentic charism or one faithfully lived out. The charisms are special graces, given to some for the good of many others. They are attitudes, inspirations and interior promptings that are born in the consciences and experiences of certain people, who are called to put themselves at the service of the community. In particular, these spiritual gifts further the sanctity of the Church and her mission. We are all called to respect them in ourselves and in others, to receive them as serving the Church’s fruitful presence and work. St Paul warns: “Do not quench the Holy Spirit” (1 Thess 5:19). Let us not quench the Spirit who gives us these gifts, these abilities, these very beautiful virtues that make the Church grow.  (source: www.news.va)

Pope Francis also reminds me that none of us is alone.  The Church as a community itself receives charisms from the Holy Spirit and if we work together, we can accomplish all those saintly acts, which we see in others, and more.

 

UPDATE:  I recently learned about the awesome cartoons of Jason Bach.  This one  is just right for this post:

http://www.jasonbachcartoons.com/catholic-11.html 

Tweet Musing – Holy Family Cathedral

 

In an effort to find more inspiration for blogging, I thought I would try something new.  A little reflective musing on something that I find in my Tweetdeck timeline.

A foggy morning here in Tulsa, this tweet came from James Aydelott, a meteorologist at Fox 23 TV.  It shows the cross tips of Tulsa’s tri-spired Holy Family Cathedral standing above the mist in downtown Tulsa.

I’ve often thought about these three spires.  I don’t recall seeing any other churches with three spires, but it makes sense for a cathedral dedicated to the Holy Family – two smaller spires for the Blessed Mother and St. Joseph, and a third, mightier than the others, representing Christ, positioned over the altar and main sanctuary of the church.

Monsignor Paul Tighe, at the recent Catholic New Media Conference, held in Boston, spoke about the Church’s long history of using beauty in the forms of music, art, stained-glass, and architecture to teach about the faith.

I’d say that this beautiful, but somewhat unknown, cathedral is a fine example of that.  Not only is it spired, but it’s inspired. (!)

If you’d like to get a sense of the beauty of this cathedral, have a look at this slideshow of photos taken during the first-ever Solemn Pontifical High Mass celebrated in our diocese.  The celebrant is our local ordinary, Bishop Edward Slattery.

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Betrayal of Judas

The cathedral has some fine stained glass windows too.  One that often catches my attention is called “The Betrayal of Judas.”   In this depiction, I often reflect how Judas had to embrace Jesus while giving him the kiss of betrayal.

Gosh, how often do we do that too?

 

 

 

 

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Holy Family Cathedral

Weekly Photo Challenge: Eerie

This week’s photo challenge from The Daily Post @ WordPress.com is all about being “eerie.”    Obviously, this is in keeping with the now-passed Halloween holiday.

This weekend I was visiting the Raleigh/Durham area of North Carolina for a wedding.  The railroad crossing from which this photo was taken is very close to the hotel in which I was staying. North Carolina is resplendent in its fall colors, but this shot converted to black and white, becomes particularly eerie.

What I  like is that the far distance of the shot leaves a lot to the imagination.  Just what is it that is seemingly coming towards you from the shadows?

I’ll give you a hint – it’s not the Waffle House restaurant that is just to my left as I take this shot!

 

Eerie tracks in the middle of Durham, NC

Eerie tracks in the middle of Durham, NC

Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon

This week’s photo challenge is right in my bailiwick.  I just love to take photos of the sky, especially when you can see all the way to the horizon.

In keeping with my goal to shoot new photos for the current challenge, rather than use something that I took previously, I was happy to take this shot today.

This is an over-the-wing view of the cloud deck, somewhere over the US between DFW and RDU airports.

An infinite world of possibilities. (And I’m a bit proud that I actually found a way to use the word bailiwick.)

 

DFW - RDU

DFW – RDU

Weekly Photo Challenge: Infinite – Under A Western Sky

The latest photo challenge from the folks at dailypost.wordpress.com is right up my alley.

You see, I have a problem.  There’s not much else that will cause me to stop whatever I’m doing and pull out my camera than an awesome sky.  I’ve spent most of my life somewhere on the Central Plains of the US and if I spent too much time away, I feel claustrophobic.  Views like this one take me away from the daily grind to the contemplation of infinite possibilities.

There a peacefulness I find in the infinite vistas of the open prairie.  A freedom that comes from seeing to the horizon in every direction.

When I was living on the coast of Papua New Guinea, there were times when I had to flee to from the school grounds where I worked, surrounded by the immense beauty of the tropics, to a place where I could see the open sea – just so I could see enough of the open sky.

I recently spent a week in New Mexico, north of Santa Fe, where I took this shot of this open, cloud-filled sky, keeping company with one lonely tree.   When I saw this, I had to pull my car over on a muddy forest road.  Tramping up an incline to clear a power line, it was worth the mess I made of my floor mats to capture it.

 

New Mexico Sky

 

 

The Monarchs Are Here

The Monarch butterflies (Danaus plexippus) have arrived once again in Tulsa.  They are on their annual migration south to Mexico for the winter.

I discovered these in Tulsa’s River Parks this morning.  They were reluctant to pose for photos, intent on the nectar found on these wildflowers (goldenrod?).

Buen viaje a Mexico! Nos vemos en la primavera!

Weekly Photo Challenge: From Lines to Patterns

I’m back with another try at the Weekly Photo Challenge from dailypost.wordpress.com.  This week the challenge is “From Lines to Patterns.”

From lines to patterns. We see lines and patterns in the world around us, in nature and things man-made. Sometimes we don’t realize they’re there: on the street, across the walls, up in the sky, and along the ground on which we walk.

Today’s challenge is inspired by Evan Zelermyer‘s stunning urban, abstract, and architectural images from his “Shape, Line, Texture, Pattern” post published earlier this week. I’d love to see your interpretations of these elements, so grab your camera, get outside, and snap a great shot of shapes or lines that you stumble upon, or a cool texture or pattern that catches your eye.

 

The photo you see above, attached to this post, was taken at last weekend’s Redman Triathlon, held in Oklahoma City. What you see is part of the corridor that lead from the biking transition area onto the marathon course.  I thought the shadows through the plastic fencing, as the setting sun cast shadows through it, was an interesting pattern.

I was in OKC with my friend Mark Steichen to encourage my godson Jon Mills as he competed in his first “iron-distance” (I hope I used the term correctly) triathlon, a crazy 2.4 mile swim, SONY DSCfollowed by a 112 mile bike ride, followed by a full 26.2 mile marathon.  It was terrific to be there with Jon’s family and friends to cheer him on, on a beautiful late summer day.

Jon has been such an inspiration to me.  I met him during my first years as a campus minister at the University of Tulsa, where he was a student.  Over the years it’s been my privilege to see Jon grow in so many ways, including tackling the rigors of medical school, getting married and starting a wonderful family.   Jon was my volunteer swim coach for a few years as I tried to improve my skills (i.e. not drown), and he allowed me the honor of being his sponsor when he joined the Church.

So even though the photo of the shadow lines is really nothing special, it symbolizes for me how the lines and lives of people crisscross over time.