Friday, October 16, 2009
Seven Quick Takes Friday - My first edition
Each time I delve into the blogosphere I feel much like that young boy on his bike, discovering new and exciting avenues to communicate and learn from a community that seems to have no bounds. Today I rode into a village hosted by Jennifer, featuring a fun new endeavor: Seven Quick Takes. By the list of participants, I need not wonder if anyone has discovered THIS Shagri-La; and so, trusting on the hospitality of our host I submit my first edition for your parousal.
diocese is converting the school building of one of the few inner-city parishes to remain open into a museum of the "faith community that was", featuring artifacts from the Polish community that has long since moved out and from parishes that have been given the axe. As I consider this move a tune comes to mind..."They took all the churches and put 'em in a church museum, and they charged all the people a dollar and a half just to see 'em...Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you got 'til its gone..."
RCIA season has kicked in high gear, and I am flyin' high that a young man I have invited is attending class. Converts are so cool. As a cradle Catholic I am always amazed and enthused by those discovering the faith for the first time. It is a lot like the excitement I feel when I take my kids somewhere new and exciting - no matter how many times I have been there, seen that, bought the T-shirt, when someone gets THAT excited I can't help but be drawn in. Props to the converts.
Abbey of the Genesee for my annual retreat, and I can't wait. Pure Silence...not even a sigh allowed. As a father of nine, ER Nurse, and Missionary silence is a commodity more precious than silver or gold. I adopt their schedule: bed by 7:30PM, up by 2:30AM for prayer. Of course, while they go to work in their bakery, infirmary, or wherever they are assigned, I go back to my room and nap. I love it there - the soft intonation of the psalms, the prayerful silence, the beauty of working the land, the simple rough-hewn pews; I've got to do this more often...
billboard calling for the dismissal of Dick Jauron, head coach of the Bills. Why blue-collar workers in a town that knew recession before recession was cool would spend their hard-earned money on this idiocy is beyond me.
Check out their site. I can only imagine the great joy of the people of Hawaii...Maybe I couldn't get to Rome because the Lord wants me to go to Molokai. It would be a tough journey, but if God wants it...(toungue firmly in cheek). Fr. Damian is my hero. My entire nursing career is inspired by his love and service.
H1N1, inevitable for ER nurses everywhere, hit the Marciniak household this week; my eldest son, my little rosebud Amelia, and I all experiencing fevers, sore throats, coughing spells, headaches, and the like. Like most, our symptoms are manageable and we are doing well. Join me in prayer for those who are suffering severe symptoms, including two young sons of co-workers presently in the ICU at Women's and Children's Hospital of Buffalo, and for all those children who have died, now over eighty in the last few weeks. Thankfully, most of us just need a little ibuprofen for a few days and we're back on our way.
Posted by David Marciniak at 2:27 PM