about Todd FlowerdayA Roman Catholic lay person, married (since 1996), with one adopted child (since 2001). I serve in worship and spiritual life in a midwestern university parish.
about John Donaghy
John is a lay missionary since 2007 with a parish in western Honduras. Before that he served in campus ministry and social justice ministry in Iowa. His ministry blog is http://hermanojuancito.blogspot.com
He also blogs reflections on the lectionary and saints/heroes/events of the date at http://walktheway.wordpress.com
He'll be a long-term contributor here analyzing the Latin American bishops' document from their 2007 Aparecida Conference.
Vatican II pages
Dick Martin on Funeral Lectionary: 2 Maccabee… Michael on Funeral Lectionary: 2 Maccabee… FrMichael on DPPL 110-111: Midnight Ma… Todd on RCIA 18: Times for the Rite of… Luke on RCIA 18: Times for the Rite of… Liam on DPPL 110-111: Midnight Ma… DPPL 110-111: Midnig… on A Christmas Homily Jenny2 on The Precipice Jenny2 on The Precipice FrMichael on The Precipice
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Daily Archives: 30 May 2012
Do not put your trust in princes, in mortals, in whom there is no help. When their breath departs, they return to the earth; on that very day their plans perish. (Psalm 146:3-4, NRSV) My more careful readers know that … Continue reading
Bishop Finn appoints away some episcopal authority. Or does he? In the old days (of JPII) it was Rome who appointed co-adjutors to ride to the rescue. In the 21st century, I guess this is left to western bishops to … Continue reading
Indie rock musician finds himself in a church gig in Australia. I was thinking about that scene in The Commitments when a little Procol Harum breaks out at practice. The folks at St Kevin’s, Bangalow have that covered: Shortly after … Continue reading
In describing options, the Roman Rite is careful to give the local Church needful choices. Liturgical options are not given for the convenience or personal taste of the ministers, but for the pastoral benefit of the people. The option that … Continue reading