I had no idea the new bishop of Springfield, Illinois, was so into the alternative music scene.
According to an article in the State Journal-Register yesterday, Bishop Thomas Paprocki uses lyrics from Coldplay and Linkin Park in his homilies.
"He likes to sing during his homilies, especially when doing (the sacrament of) Confirmation," said Springfield Catholic Diocese spokeswoman Kathie Sass, who added that he often asks young people what music they listen to and then tries to incorporate it in his homilies.
I knew then-Father Thomas Paprocki when he was chancellor of the Chicago Archdiocese and don't recall him being quite so hip then. I appreciate any attempt to connect with popular culture, but I wonder if Catholic teens just roll their eyes when a 57-year-old bishop starts quoting "In the End." Just sayin'.
Remember Raffaelo Follieri, the scam artist who tried to convince church officials that he wanted to do social good by buying rundown parishes in cash-strapped dioceses using supermarket magnate Ron Burkle's money? (If you need a refresher, here's the NCR story on Follieri.) Follieri is now serving time in a federal prison.
It seems that Anne Hathaway, the movie star who was dating Follieri right up to the time of his indictment, can't quite rid herself of the real estate tycoon's legacy. The New York Post reports that "Federal authorities are planning to auction off baubles Hathaway's high-living ex-boyfriend gave to her before he was busted in an investment scheme that involved fake connections to the Vatican."
In today's Morning Briefing, NCR publisher Joe Feuerherd linked to this Associated Press story: Cardinal denies corruption allegations. The cardinal is Crecenzio Sepe, who is now archbishop of Naples, Italy, but in 2001-2006 was prefect, i.e, head cook and chief bottle washer, of the Vatican's Congregation for the Evangelization of Peoples.
Apparently there were also some questionable real estate transactions involving that congregation during that same time period. Read NCR's senior correspondent John Allen for more on that (A hint of accountability in new Vatican financial scandal).
Here's what caught my eye in the AP report (emphasis is mine).
The current back and forth over what Cardinal Francis George and the other bishops may have said or not said about the Catholic Health Association and other Catholic groups prompts a larger question that is rarely discussed at the episcopal level. Do church leaders have an obligation to disclose their discussions about matters that affect the church? And if so, how far does that obligation extend? Indeed, do church members have a right to know?
Patterson Catholic High School in the Patterson, NJ diocese is shuttering its doors, like many diocesan-owned and operated schools. Now the diocese wants to convert the Catholic school into a secular charter school funded by state tax payers. The diocese gets government money for leasing the space to the government and the government gets immediately available space for overcrowding classrooms. Patterson Catholic gets a new birth certificate as a government-approved secular charter school. One local editorial supports the plan.
There was a time, not so long ago, when black folk had difficulty voting in South Carolina. But, today, in that state’s Republican primaries, an African-American man, Tim Scott, appears likely to win the GOP nomination to run for Congress in the First Congressional District, defeating, of all people, the son of Sen. Strom Thurmond who ran for President on a segregationist platform as the candidate of the Dixiecrat party in 1948.
In the state’s GOP gubernatorial primary run-off, Nikki Haley, a first generation Indian-American, appears likely to win the nod to run for Governor, despite having been called a “raghead” by one opponent and facing charges about the sincerity of her conversion to Christianity by two pastors and allies of her opponent. Haley, however, won the only endorsement that seems to count for anything in the GOP these days, that of former Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin.
I am the most unlikely of football (that is, soccer) fans. I learned to play in junior high almost fifty years ago, an idea that is most frightening. More recently I was present when my five-year-old nephew played in the final tournament of his league and scored a goal because as he was standing there gazing at the sky or his parents, the ball appeared, and though surprised, he kicked it in when the goalie, another five-year-old, was looking the other way. Don’t worry; they all got a plastic trophy, because this is all about fun and sportsmanship, right?
I have just now returned from a week in Sweden for the World Summit on Media for Children and Youth. Sweden doesn’t have a football team in the running, but it was preparing for last Saturday’s royal wedding between Princess Victoria and now Prince Daniel, a commoner. Changing planes in Frankfurt, Germany, last Friday though, was an entirely different reality. I even bought a pack of Official FIFA World Cup trading cards and am giving them to one of our sisters who was born and raised in Portugal; she’s a true fan.
By JOHN L. ALLEN JR.
tIn the latest twist to the saga of intra-Catholic tensions over health care reform, the U.S. bishops’ top communications officer has accused a Catholic media outlet of “fabricating” critical quotes from Cardinal Francis George, president of the conference, about the Catholic Health Association during a recent closed-door gathering of the bishops in St. Petersburg, Florida.
It's red. It's a Honda. It's got 50,000 miles on it -- and it is my oldest daughter's first car.
We got it last week, in one of those rites-of-passage for parents that brings memories flooding back. In my case -- having come of age in the 1970s -- the memories are not good. They are, to be kind, substandard. They are memories of a certain variety of Detroit steel called the 1974 Dodge Dart Swinger.
It was a two-door "sports coupe," which meant it was a slightly-less-unwieldy behemoth than the other cars on the road. It was beige, inside and out, with all the aero-dynamics of the step-in GMC van my father drove to deliver bread. No air-bags, no seat belt. I loved it, for sure -- but when I look back on it, I am not only stunned I survived in it, but that the American auto industry survived along with me.
Last week, to the amazement of many, General Motors announced it was not shutting down its plants for the traditional two week summer layoff period. Orders for automobiles were coming in too fast for the now-downsized manufacturing giant.