Meet the Old Guy

Well, it's official. I'm becoming an old man.

I just spent half an hour sorting light bulbs, seeing which ones work and which I have been saving to dispose of properly. Having separated the two, I then separated the working bulbs into types. Then I realized I had better call my oldest son and tell him to stop buying energy saving light bulbs as we have enough for his entire house, after years of buying them whenever I strolled through Canadian Tire and found them on sale, "just in case".

I then found every power bar and extension cord I had ever bought on sale and made a mental note to call my son and tell him not to buy an extension cord or power bar unless he checked with me first because I probably have just the right size and length, no matter what he needs. They are neatly stored and categorized.

Finally, I found my very first energy saving light bulb that I bought at Canadian Tire back in the early 90's, one of three that cost me $17 each. I couldn't afford to buy all three at once, so I bought them over the course of year. These original energy saving massive bulbs would take about half an hour to warm up and I thought that putting it in the bathroom, the most used room in the house, made sense. Of course, before it got bright enough so that I could actually find the toilet I'd already pissed all over the floor and was back in bed. Now my energy saving bulb lights up immediately.

I still piss all over the floor and I end up lying sleeplessly wondering why I keep getting up at 2 in the morning even though I've stopped drinking liquids at about noon.

And instead of recycling thie still functional light bulb or screwing it into a socket somewhere, I took this thing that weighs about a pound and put it neatly away, saving it like the museum piece that it is. One of my lucky children will get it when I die. I'll let them argue about who gets stuck with it.

Yup - I've turned into an old man. But I still start my day with consecutively pumping out one pushup for every year I've been puttering around the planet, at least I think I can. I've been losing count lately.

Some things can't be Outsourced - in Support of Public Employees

A tornado hit Leamington this weekend. The town is a wreck, by all accounts.

All available Municipality employees are pitching in to clean up the devastated areas of town. Employees who usually collect garbage are now working side by side with Parks and Rec and other outside workers to make it right in Leamington.

Would the low-paid employees of private contractors be first responders if Windsor outsources garbage collection as council is considering?

Here's what can't be outsourced to private interests. It's simple. If 100 of us got together to start our own village and pooled our resources for the good of all, what would we spend our money together on what separately we could never afford? These are not luxuries. What would we provide for all, the richest and the poorest alike?

Democracy - government, governance, elections, the public library
Administration - the public service, civil servants, tax and fines collection, by-law enforcement
Security - police, fire fighting
Sanitation - sewage processing, clean water, garbage removal
Roads - that we share
Electricity and power - the grid and infrastructure
Education - together we'd hire a teacher for our kids
Health - standards, basic medical care, emergency care, social services

For the good of our little village, we wouldn't leave these essential services in the hands of "for profit" enterprises who can just pack up and walk away if it's not profitable to stick around. Yesterday's tornado in Leamington is just one reason. Tomorrow's garbage collection in Windsor is another.

As we grew in size the list of things we'd buy together would grow. Attracting small businesses and tourism might be a good example of expenditures that can yield a remarkable return on investment.

Conversely, there's a list a mile long we'd probably opt not to spend our collective resources (tax money) on. Let's hope the elected officials in our little village would discern the difference.

'Nuff said

I'm just glad that someone at the Windsor Star can see through Councillor Headlines.

Road Test - Mitsubishi Lancer

I rented a Mitsubishi Lancer for a quick in and out to the big smoke. The car was pretty zippy and a little buzzy, but a pretty smooth ride to Toronto and back the next day.

Great - handling and responsiveness. This car will get you through the multiple lane changes at top speeds, especially when you make the curve at Milton and the pace picks up so you can blow out the speed limit until you hit that dead crawl by the airport. It's well balanced and firm, and a comfortable ride.

Good - the mileage. Just under 9 litres per 100 km on the way to Toronto with full air blasting, and just under 8 litres per 100 km on the way back to Windsor with air off and defrost and wipers working. The rent-a-car dude insists that heating uses more fuel than A/C, and I'll buy that because he said so and who likes to argues with a twenty-something in a tie?

Room for growth? Interior design. The cockpit is bland and the dashboard is flat. Reaching the buttons for the radio has you reaching across almost to the passenger zone, and necessarily taking your eyes off the road to do it. The inside is boring and not driver-centric, and that electronic display is small and neon orange. It makes all the typical Japanese tweets and bleeps if you're into that sort of thing.

Would I buy it? Nope. Nice car, good quality no doubt, and it will be past it's design expiry date and headed towards yesterday's look before you pay it off.

Priestly Retirements and Vocations

Love one Another, About Vocations and Priestly Retirements

Fifth Sunday of Easter 2010 Year C John 13.1, 33-33a, 34-45

May3, 2010

This is the year of the priest. We’ve mentioned that a few times over the course of the year, and from time to time we’ve taken time out for a special prayer for priests, but never really talked about it. Let’s. Perhaps, as the year winds down, we should talk about it today. It’s appropriate to today’s Gospel of visible love for all believers, a love that can be seen even by outsiders. A love that sets us apart.

We’ve had plenty of reason to think about Priests lately, particularly with the ordination of two men last weekend. Father Patrick Beneteau and Father David Butler were Ordained to the priesthood at the Cathedral in London, and a good number of the faithful showed up to, well, quite frankly, cheer them on. It has been four years since the last priestly ordination in our Diocese, so having two bright young men called to Holy Orders was a welcome relief, and quite a celebration. After the Ordination you could hear people saying things like “alleluia” and “thanks be to God.” We value our Priests and we know how important they are to our faith lives.

Perhaps you read about Father David and Father Patrick in the Windsor Star last Monday. It was quite a nice article and they both articulated their vocation in what I hope is a very inspiring way. Young men today would do well than to follow their example of courage and determination. Catholic families today would do well to emulate the Butler and Beneteau families in offering the Priesthood as a possible answer to God’s call in the hearts of their sons.

In our Diocese there is a place for the call to be realized in St Peter’s Seminary.

In fact, in this particular crop of seminarians there are still 4 more to be Ordained by the end of June; men who studied in London but will be ordained by their own Bishops in Calgary, in Thunder Bay, in Hamilton and at the Chaldean Church here in Windsor (the former Immaculate Conception).

A couple of weeks ago I spent my annual retreat with the Seminarians at the Holy Family Retreat House in Oxley, one of the other jewels of our Diocese. IN the London Diocese we offer the faithful many ways to celebrate, nurture and grow the faith that most Dioceses across Canada can’t match, the Seminary and the Retreat house being just two of the unique legacies left to our care by the faithful who came before us.

During the retreat we spent almost 8 days in complete silence, except for each day at Mass and at morning prayer, or praying the Rosary together at sunset, and at our our daily meeting with our Retreat Director.

It’s funny, but even when you are in total silence, when you can’t say a word, when even meals are shared in complete silence without even eye contact or a little smile, a wave, a gesture – all forms of communication that could interrupt another’s prayer – even with all that silence a great fellowship is formed.

I tried to keep fairly close to the guys who were going to be Ordained while in the Chapel when they would be deep in prayer. My friend Father Mickey Prieur puts it this way, “when the Holy Spirit’s at work, it’s good to be in the neighbourhood!”

The Holy Spirit was indeed at work, not just in the men to be ordained, but in the 20 or more Seminarians from across Canada discerning their call, and in the Permanent Deacons who were on retreat as well. My friends, make no mistake. There may be cause of concern for our church, but it’s reason for prayer, but not for despair. Hope abounds.

Sure, I know that the press hasn’t been favourable for the Catholic Church, our Holy Father and for our Priests lately, but have you noticed a turn in the right direction lately? Last weekend an honest but supportive editorial in favour of the Catholic Church, and then the article about the Ordination, and just this weekend a letter from a reader in support of the many, many, many good priests out there, and my friends, right here with our own Pastor, Father Kornacker.

Pope Benedict XVI, in proclaiming a year for Priests, quoted a real priest’s priest, St. John Vianney when he said “A good shepherd, a pastor after God’s heart, is the greatest treasure which the good Lord can grant to a parish, and one of the most precious gifts of divine mercy”.

Explaining to his parishioners the importance of the sacraments, Saint John would say: “Without the Sacrament of Holy Orders, we would not have the Lord. Who put him there in that tabernacle? The priest. Who welcomed your soul at the beginning of your life? The priest. Who feeds your soul and gives it strength for its journey? The priest. Who will prepare it to appear before God, bathing it one last time in the blood of Jesus Christ? The priest, always the priest.” These words, welling up from the priestly heart of the holy pastor, might sound excessive. Yet they reveal the high esteem in which he held the sacrament of the priesthood. “The priest is not a priest for himself, he is a priest for you”.

This Priest, a priest not for himself, but for us, Father Bill Kornacker has been a priest for 42 years, a real priest’s priest in the most humble sense of the word that I can imagine. He is infused with a love for the poor through his love for Christ, and his personal mentorship as I studied to be a Deacon has been invaluable. Father Bill has just this weekend officially announced his retirement from active parish and pastoral ministry. There will be plenty of opportunity to formally express our gratitude between now and the beginning of July, but if you pick up today’s bulletin you will notice a beautifully written letter from Father Bill announcing his retirement. As he reminds us, a Priest never really retires from his vocation, but there does come a time to serve God in other ways that include a well deserved rest. I invite you to pray on those words.

Today’s Gospel speaks of love. Christ says he gives us a “new” commandment. Why does he say it is new, when it is clearly so old? Or is the commandment new because it divests us of our former selves and renews us? Love does indeed renew the person who hears and obeys its command, but only that love which Jesus distinguished by the qualification, “as I have loved you.” Our Priests, our Bishops, live their lives and sometimes give their lives in that very love, expressed for us in the Sacrament of the Eucharist.

Archbishop Tom Collins of the Archdiocese of Toronto, I am told, is known to end every homily he gives for special occasions such as confirmations or high school graduations by holding up his cell phone. He gives out his number, and invites any young man who is considering a vocation to priesthood to give him a call. He does it so often that quite often the parishioners laugh and say it along with him. He promises to take time out to meet with any young man who is considering God’s call to the Priesthood over breakfast, and as he says, “you’ll get your fill of pancakes.”

I do invite any young man in this parish who is considering a vocation to the Priesthood, or for that matter any man who may be feel called to learn more about the Permanent Diaconate, to grab a bulletin, my email address is on the front page. Send me an email. I’m good for breakfast. I hope you like pancakes.

Reserved parking for Hybrids at IKEA

I saw this in the IKEA parking lot - how uber-cool of them - reserved parking for hybrid vehicles.

Frankly, I think there should be preferred parking for Swedish cars at IKEA.

This Just In: Christ is Risen

Easter 2010 Year C Luke 24:13-35 April 4, 2010

“Christ is Risen, Alleluia!”

If we were editors of the local paper back in the time of the Gospel, that might be the headline in tomorrow’s paper. “Christ is Risen!” (headline)–and under that, the introductory headline “Mary Magdalene finds Empty Tomb.” It would be a darned sight better than the press we’re getting these days.

But of course, it’s not that simple. First of all, there’s the fact of the Roman Occupation and that they didn’t take well to anything that seemed like insurrection, hence, the crucifixion of Barabbas. Well, the almost crucifixion of Barabbas – he was released at the request of the people as it was the custom to pardon one prisoner, and even though he was a really bad guy, the mob decided it was safer to let him roam free than to let Jesus continue preaching His gospel of love and forgiveness. So the headline on Monday morning might read “Barabbas set Free”, subheadline “Peacenik Preacher pays the Price”.

Well, maybe not the Monday paper. That’s far too soon to understand what’s taken place. We’ve had 2000 years to mull it over, and it still remains the mystery of our faith. Christ has died, Christ is risen...and we know how it ends up...Christ will come again.

So – new headline – “Empty tomb”, lead headline underneath the banner; “Woman says dead man is alive.”

It’s a little strange isn’t it? That empty tomb is cause for great joy for all of us. It is, because we know how the story turns out. Christ has died, Christ is Risen, Christ will come again. We don’t know how or when, but we know how the story turns out. That’s why we’re here.

Imagine it from Mary Magdalene’s point of view, from Simon Peter and the other apostle’s point of view. She comes to mourn and pay her respects, and finds what amounts to a grave that has been desecrated. How much more can one woman take?

She followed Him in faith, and in love, and ended up witnessing His brutal trial, scourging and execution, and then if that wasn’t enough, now they can’t even let Him rest in peace, the body is missing.

She’s near desperation when she confronts the gardener, or he whom she supposes to be the gardener. “If you know what’s happened to the body, let me know and I’ll take care of it, quietly. Just let us grieve our loss with dignity...”

Of course, the gardener is actually Christ, but something has prevented her from seeing him. Doesn’t that happen to us sometimes? We meet
Christ in our midst, not amongst the Kings and politicians, the rich and influential, but amongst the gardeners and labourers and carpenters and the sick and the homeless, and we don’t always recognize him. Mary, a woman of great faith, once she hears his voice, knows him for who he is.

Realizing who He is, I think she reacts the way any of us might. When we think of the loved ones whom we have lost, that we would love to have just one more day with...if that person showed up alive even for just one moment, we might be tempted to wrap our arms around them and never let go. Christ tells Mary Magdalene and He tells us not to hang on too tight. He tells her she has to let go. “If you do not let me go, I cannot ascend to the Father. You must let go.”

The wisdom or our times describes this as “closure”. We people of faith, who celebrate the death, resurrection and ascension of Christ the Lord know that true closure will come in end times, when He comes again as He said he would.

So, a newspaper story of the day might report on the empty tomb, the faithful woman, a reported sighting of the now very much alive Jesus, and no doubt a reference to the way he died, just for good measure.

The cross, in Christ’s time it was not a sign of love and peace, but a sign of fear and pain. If you were going about your daily business, even the business of preparing for the Passover, and the Roman authorities were busy erecting crosses on the landscape, you knew what that meant. It was a fairly common sight and not a very pleasant one.

Christ wasn’t the only person crucified that day, we know of at least two others and He wasn’t the last one ever crucified, we know of the saints who followed Him, and yet He is the one we remember. Out of hundreds, perhaps thousands of crucifixions over time, His is the one we remember. This is our faith.

If we could go back in time and walk around with a crucifix hanging from our neck, would it bring about a feeling of peace and security and hope as it does today, or would it strike terror into the hearts of the people?

Maybe that is the mystery of our faith. The empty tomb, the man on the cross, the linen cloths of burial discarded, these are the signs of our faith.

It’s unexplainable except through faith that these are the joy of our existence, because we know how the story ends up.

Christ lives. Not in the abstract, not in the “Christ lives in the hearts of each one of us” kind of way, although certainly that is true. Christ lives, in the flesh. His body was never found because He ascended, flesh and blood, into heaven. He rose from the grave this day, this Easter Sunday, not in some metaphoric or soothing fable or religious story; in the flesh.

We commemorate it in the sacrament of the Eucharist, and we remember Christ’s sacrifice for us in the here and now. Christ didn’t say at His last supper “this bread represents my body, this wine represents my blood”, He said “this IS my body, this IS my blood,” and further commanded “do THIS in memory of me.” And so we do, often.

This is what we celebrate, and what so many have trouble understanding. There’s a video out there in which actor Stephen Fry absolutely and brilliantly criticizes the Catholic faith by misstating the mystery of the Eucharist. He’s not a fan, but he makes a well reasoned argument and gets most of it wrong. At one point he says, and I quote, “(the priest) has the power to change the molecules of wine into blood, literally, to change the molecules of paste bread into flesh, literally” and the audience jeers and laughs, and I can’t help but think, well not quite, the power comes from God through the sacramental action of the Priest, but yes by George, he’s got it. This is Christ’s body, this is Christ’s blood, given up for us, for our salvation. It’s a shame Fry doesn’t get that he’s got it, but yes, that’s exactly what’s about to happen. Literally.

Despite the sins of our fathers, the errors of our own time yet to be revealed, our own doubts in the midst of suffering, with this broken and repenting Church amidst the bad press and society’s readiness to crucify Him once again on the cross of public opinion, we are here today.

He is Risen! Perhaps the story in tomorrow’s paper should quote St. Augustine who gives us faith’s answer to today’s questions. “If you understand him, he is not God.”

Lazarus has Arisen

Turn Away From Sin and be Faithful to the Gospel

Lent, Year C (A), Week 5 John 11-37, 17, 20-27, 33b-45 March-21-2010

“Lazarus has arisen!”

These are familiar words in my household, usually directed towards someone who has slept in late, and emerged from his or her room, all bleary eyed and blinking in the sunlight. When we sleep in it`s inevitable, we know we will awake to my wife proclaiming, “Lazarus has arisen!”

The kids are old enough now that they sometimes are known to stay out quite late on a Saturday evening, or on a day off from work and school, they may sleep in a little late and hear that familiar morning greeting from Claire, “Lazarus has arisen!”

Many people when they hear the story of Lazarus may be like me when I was a child hearing it for the first time, imagining a mummy-type creature or perhaps a zombie coming out from the tomb, clothes trailing behind him as he stumbles in the daylight... a little like Saturday mornings at my house.

This very Gospel reading is read during Lent, and a common reading at Funerals and at Parish Prayers for good reason, in fact I chose just this Gospel reading earlier this week when I led the Parish Prayers in celebration of the life of a former parishioner at the Funeral Home.

In funeral settings the message of Lazarus is easily understood to be a message of hope in life eternal, in resurrection, of faith in Jesus Christ and of great comfort to a grieving family and to supportive friends and neighbours. This Gospel speaks to the truth of our faith, and can be just the right expression of our Catholic faith in a time of sorrow or confusion.

A loving family, sisters Martha and Mary call for Jesus in their time of great concern for the health of their dying brother Lazarus. Jesus is walking around on the face of the planet in their time, and they plead for his intervention in real time – in effect, they pray as we should pray, in real time. Their interactions with Christ, in friendship, in supplication, in conversation and in expressions of grief are just as natural as prayer can be for us, and it can be just that direct. Jesus hears the call and while he is on his way Lazarus dies. Still, Jesus is steadfast and takes that moment to teach his disciples, to teach us, that an abiding faith in the Son of God will overcome even the power of death.

Arriving in Judea, he is greeted in great devotion by Martha, the grieving sister. Listen to Martha’s words. “If you had been here my brother would not have died.” For some people that sounds like a challenge to Christ, perhaps a rebuke. To my ears these may well be the greatest expression of faith I have heard in a time of grief.

Put another way, we say, ``because you are here, my loved one has not died.`` Martha had great faith in the power of Christ to overcome death, but understood it in temporal terms. She knew Jesus in the here and now, she knew Jesus in the flesh. What she didn`t understand, and what we are taught through the words of this Gospel, is that because of our faith, Jesus is with us at the end of our time here on earth, and we shall not die. Like Lazarus, we will rise again.

And Lazarus physically does, right there and then. Jesus calls him out of the tomb. “Lazarus, come out.”

During this time of Lent we Catholics take forty days to examine our relationship with God, our relationship with Christ.

It is tradition that we practice acts of penance, charity and fasting during Lent. Many of us have made plans and commitments to charitable works, to giving up this or doing that, but not just for the sake of doing or not doing, giving or not taking, but to bring us closer to Christ; to deepen our relationship with Christ.

Strip away the distractions, deny the selfish desires, face the temptation and do it in a prayerful way, and we may find ourselves face to face with Christ, one hopes. At the very least, perhaps we find ourselves examining our relationship with Christ.

We find ourselves confronting and acknowledging that which stands between us and God, that which we must bring to Christ if we’re ever going to have a spiritually productive Lent. It’s called sin.

It is said that sin is what separates us from God, anything that creates distance between us and God. Sin causes us to turn away from God in shame. Our sins cause us to hide from God and neighbour and from Christ and even from the body of Christ – His people, His word, His sacrifice, His Eucharistic presence.

It can even prevent us from receiving communion, and until we reconcile through the sacrament of Reconciliation with our God,until then it can be very lonely spiritually.

We can even feel as though God has turned his face from us, or when we see that sin is committed freely in our society to the detriment of the helpless and the defenceless, we might even wonder if it is God who is dead.

In truth, is it not we who die a little inside each time we sin? In our shame, and perhaps in our human pride, we try and go it alone, we try to tell ourselves we don’t need God, we don’t need to come to Church, we don’t need to confess our sins to anyone, because, after all, isn’t it just between me and God?

Before long we can become like Lazarus in the tomb. Sick and dying, and after time, our relationship with Christ dies. But not His with us.

Christ answers the prayers of the faithful. He stands at the tomb of our loneliness and shame and calls to our sinful souls “Come out! Lazarus, come out!” Christ speaks to us, and we cannot deny ourselves, we are drawn to Him. Like Lazarus, we are drawn to the sound of his voice because he calls us by name.

We started our Lenten journey together, with ashes on our foreheads and the words “turn away from sin and be faithful to the Gospel.” Over the last five weeks we have gathered to pray a good Lent together, through daily prayers, the Stations of the Cross; we have shared Eucharistic adoration and Benediction and evening Vespers. Together we have prayed for each other because we know there is life everlasting for each of us, there is a hope, there is a chance to do just that, to turn away from sin and being faithful to the Gospel, to walk into the light of forgiveness and the loving embrace of our brother, friend and saviour, our Lord Jesus Christ.

Because of our faith in Christ, we shall not die, we shall live.

Baggy pants

As I watched some clown-boy rapper walking down the street
With the ass of his jeans hanging in the vicinity of his ankles
It occurred to me that somewhere
Between the tight jeans of the 70s
And the baggy jeans of the 2010s
There was a moment of perfect jeansmanship
On or about June 23, 1989
Give or take

The Burger Quest is Over

As humbly as I can possibly say this, for a man who claimed to be on the quest for the "World's Best Burger" without ever qualifying by adding "in my opinion", the Quest is over. In defense of my apparent arrogance in the matter, since it is my blog then it must be my opinion, or in the case of posting other articles, an opinion with which I agree.

The search is over for three reasons:

1. My doctor says my cholesterol is high, a diagnosis I take very personally since this is totally in my control. By the way, when I told him I wanted a second opinion, he said "you're ugly too". (Thank you Groucho). Dr. Bill suggests I eat less fat from meat, and more fresh fruits and vegetables. As reluctant as I am to correlate my quest for the best burger with my elevated cholesterol, it would be imprudent to at least not consider the possibility.
2. There's a new quest - the Quest to somehow eat the recommended daily allowance of fruits and vegetables while on the road. Based on my recent trip to Ottawa I'm going to say this is no easy task, particularly in the winter. Combined with the socially responsible trend towards eating a 100-mile diet, it is downright impossible. I call this the "bringin' back scurvy" tour.
3. Friendships have suffered over this, and I have discovered that people take recommendations, given and received, personally. It's possible the Hatfields and McCoys started out arguing about ground beef. My search for burger heaven has occasionally left me in burgatory.
4. Besides, I found it (the best burger that is). In 'n Out in Nevada, California and Arizona is the fast food winner. It's a time machine trip back to the future, complete with paper hats and pre-microwave, no-freezers and no-heat lamps quality and friendliness. 1948 has arrived and found a home.
The best gourmet burger I found is right here in Windsor at Motor Burger on Erie Street. It's tasty, well presented and creatively different. If only the service matched the quality of the food, but that's a hangover from the old NOI restaurant that used to be in this place. "We'll get there when we get there and you'll sit there till we get there" is the unfortunate feeling whenever I go there, and while the food is always worth waiting for, the "we're busy serving the in-crowd" attitude isn't.
Remember my trendy friends, even on Queen Street a clean cut stranger feels at home.