Over a cup of coffee, I would apologize for not coming to the counter for a while. One could say I have been struggling with one huge case of writer’s block. It is a combination of trying to carve out a period of time to write something online; and not be able to think of anything to write.
Anyway, let me share with you that earlier this week I attended my first company cookout earlier this week. It was on a Tuesday, and the weather could not have been more cooperative. Tents were set up in the parking lot of our office building. The food was placed out buffet style. And there were round tables for us to sit at. Part of menu was BBQ pulled pork, sausages in a roll, hamburger sliders, very good macaroni and cheese, shrimp, and salads. It must be sign of my getting older; but there was a time I could hit a buffet table at least twice; that is no longer true. My wife would say that is a good thing.
One of the goodies the company was giving away, were “selfie” sticks. Here is my first try with it.
Over a cup of coffee, I would tell you that there was a big event in the Archdiocese of Boston, MA, recently; the coming of a relic, the heart of Saint Pio of Pietrelcina; also
known as Padre Pio. Padre Pio was a Franciscan Capuchin friar, born in 1885, in Italy, and died on September 23, 1968. He was ordained a priest in 1910. In 1918, he received the stigmata, after experiencing a powerful vision of the Crucified Christ. He bore the five wounds of Christ for the rest of his life. News of this miracle got out to the world, crowds of people gathered to witness it. Padre Pio would be examined many times by physicians, with conflicting diagnosis’. The Church would investigate him many times; would forbid him to say Mass or hear confessions for a period of time. He would eventually be cleared of unorthodox thinking or practices, and returned to his priestly ministry. He would spend a good deal of his time hearing confessions, offering spiritual council, and celebrating the Eucharist. He remained at the Capuchin friary at San Giovanni Rotondo for the rest of his life. He worked at, and successfully caused a hospital to be built near the town. 34 years after his death, he was declared a saint, by Pope St. John Paul II.
We Catholics have a unique relationship with our saints; we believe that they are in heaven with God, that they are praying for us, interceding for us before the Father. Their lives continue to inspire us, encourage us to live more intensely the Gospel life. They are very real for us; so when we come before a relic of theirs, we venerate it; knowing we are giving honor to the person, not the object. And that is what has been happening with heart of Padre Pio; thousands of pilgrims have gathered in churches, in the North End of Boston, in Lowell, and in the Cathedral of the Holy Cross in Boston. All to venerate the relic, to ask for his intercession, or to thank him for a prayer answered. It was a powerful demonstration of faith. It is also a demonstration of the “juice” Cardinal Sean O’Malley, Archbishop of Boston still has in Rome. It also does not hurt that he himself is also a Franciscan Capuchin!
Over a cup of coffee, I am going to start saying something that will sound like the beginning of a bad joke; “A Catholic priest, a Methodist minister, and a Yale humanist enter a room;” what you get is “The Great Bible Experiment!” Father Warren Savage, Catholic chaplain at Westfield State and Amherst College; the Rev. Anne Robertson, Executive Director of the Massachusetts Bible Society; and Tom Krattenmaker, of the
Yale Humanist Community, have been gathering in New Haven CT, Albany, NY, Providence, RI, and on September 27, 2016, in Boston, to hold a town meeting style discussions on the Bible. These locations, according to recent surveys, are the least Bible minded cities in America. The final meeting in Boston, will actually be held at Harvard University; the event will be live streamed.
Well, the cup is empty; and will try to here next week, with another cuppa.




Over a late night cup of coffee, I would share with you my sadness with the amount of violence that is in the news lately. The shootings of two black men by police, under circumstances, that on the surface, appear to require further investigation. We have the killing of five police officers in Dallas, TX. Then the terror attack on French citizens in the city of Nice, resulting in 84 deaths, and 202 persons injured. And now we have the killing of 3 officers in Baton Rouge, LA. Add these incidents to the others that have occurred this year, both in our nation and in the wider world; and one gets the feeling that darkness is increasing in our world. And it will, if we allow it; the Christophers, a
If we were having coffee, I would tell you how sadden I have been about the news of the police shootings and killing of two black men, and then the shootings of 11 police officers in Dallas, TX; resulting in deaths of five officers. There is an air of unease in the country right now; the black communities distrust and fear their police forces; the police feel threatened by the very people they have sworn to protect and serve. And there are politicians, who with their rhetoric are fanning the flames. Communities are becoming divided, hunkering down in their own enclaves, with no interest in dialogue.
If we were sharing a cup of coffee, I would tell you that my wife and I are on Cape Cod this weekend. We are visiting her parents, and celebrating Father’s Day. The weather is beautiful; cool sea breezes, blue skies and bright sunlight. It is a nice break, a nice change of scenery for a bit. And it is a little respite from the feelings that I still have concerning the tragedy in Orlando, FL My in-laws do not have their TV on much, so I have been out of touch with the world. It is a nice break, but only a temporary one. We still have to reflect on, pray over, and act on the events of that terrible night.
Over a cup of coffee, I would tell that many years ago, when I was a young seminarian, I spent a couple of summers in an ecumenical program, called 

