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Me Me Meme

I’m a little late to this game, but Matt has tagged me for a book meme. You’d think I’d have all these geeky books I’ve read for my Master’s degree… …but you’d be wrong. I own a bunch, but never read any… at least, cover to cover.

Total Number of Books I Own: I don’t count. I’ve got two large bookshelves and three small bookshelves full of books. I’d say the large bookshelves probably house somewhere around 200 books. The small ones house less than 100. So my mad math skills (that I have because I’m a computer genius) says that’s somewhere around 700 books. …but most of them are my wife’s – she is the English major.

Last Book I Bought: Swimming with Scapulars: True Confessions of a Young Catholic by Matthew Lickona. My review of it can be found here

Before that, we had bought 1-2-3 Magic by Dr. Phelan and The Discipline Book by Dr. Sears. Would you guess we have a 2 and a half year-old?

Books I’m Reading Now:

Books that Have Been Important To Me:

Right… so now I have to tag someone(s). I’m gonna tag Jason and Kat and Geof.

Swimming With Scapulars

Swimming with Scapulars: True Confessions of a Young Catholic by Matthew Lickona and published by Loyola Press is a curious yet delightful work. Curious in that I found myself wondering – often out loud to my wife and friends – why write this book? Fame? Fortune? Evangelization? All of the above? Probably and yet probably not quite.

I can’t properly answer that question. But I can tell you why you might like to read it:

If you are motivated by any one of these, then this book is worth the read. Assuming I know my audience in some small way, I think they’d probably fit into at least one of these categories.

The last bullet above strikes at the core of the theme of the book. This is a book written by a Catholic to communicate his life in faith – a life he thinks is interesting and worth reading about. And in a lot of ways, he’s right about that.

Matthew Lickona is a man of (almost) 32 years, a column writer for an alternative newspaper (the San Diego Reader), a husband, and a father of 4 (soon to be 5). He’s no heavy handed or deep theologian. He’s not writing to persuade anyone of his beliefs; although, I imagine he’d be thrilled if even in some small way you were. This is not some religous tract or propoganda. This is Matt’s life of faith as a man in the pew who believes and obeys, as absolutely as he knows how, to the teachings of the Church. In today’s world where Catholics are reknown for their outright disregard and disobedience to the teachings of their faith, Matt brings something fresh to the table – though certainly not original. Matt strives to maintain the 2000 years of Christian believing, living, and teaching: he’s a Roman Catholic. No exceptions, no qualifications, no excuses for his faith.

The hardest part about being a Christian of the 2000 year-old variety is that there’s 2000 years of information and tradition to sift through and know. As a convert to Catholicism, I can personally attest that this makes it simply impossible to know it all. No one man can learn and retain everything about Catholicism, but through the faithful working together, the faith is preserved, practiced, and handed down to the generations.

In this context, Matt has been diligent as a member in the Body of Christ: where I have been ignorant or undiligent, Matt and his book have come and filled some gaps and taught me a number of things about Catholicism. The delight and beauty of his book comes from how he makes the teachings of the faith alive, fleshy, real. His subject matter is not strictly academic and never without its context: his topics are all motivated by something in his life. His presentation is full of reflection – on Scripture, on Tradition, and within reason – while remaining human – full of aggrevation, joy (though he doesn’t see it), concern, and hilarity.

Birth control, evangelization, sex scandals, the Eucharist… all of these topics and more I’m with my man Matt. He has concerns and doubts, all of which are properly cause for concern and reflection. I share in a lot of his weaknesses and shortcomings, and he relates the difficulties that lie therein as well as in moving past them. If there’s one area of disagreement, it’d be our preferred styles of worship – but I don’t think it a problem, really. I like interacting with people around me in my celebration whereas Matt doesn’t. I feel drawn in to the Mass and into our Lord when Matt feels driven away. Thank God for charity – the charity of the Mass and the charity we (ought to) give to each other. I think he and I would get by if we ever sat next to each other at Mass. But he didn’t talk about my number 1 distraction at Mass: my children. …Matt, c’mon… how are you not distracted and ripped from the Mass by your children?!?

For me, the real gems are those things which Matt introduced or reintroduced to me. Things such as mortification, alms giving, scapulars… and the moral value of cock roaches. These are things I have never thought about or fell by the wayside for any number of reasons. They are in some manner challenges to my life – that is they are challenges if Matt and I are honest when we say we take moral living and the teachings of the Church seriously. So, to Matt, thank you for bringing these teachings and traditions to me.

I’d probably recommend this book to anyone interested in Catholicism. Not because of its theological depth – I would say it does not wade out more than waist deep – but because of its reality. This book is about just an ordinary guy trying to be true to his Church and his faith, without exception or reservation, and why he is doing it – why it’s important . That’s what being a Catholic Christian means, and Matt makes a good example for our postmodern times.

So what I’ve been up to lately

…so… it’s been quiet on the blog. I haven’t been wholly quiet in cyber-space – I’ve been spending my time on some other blogs.

For example, I was posting on Jimmy Akin’s blogs on how to handle the Rainbow Sash Pentecost “Demonstration”. I’m not altogether certain I was properly understood though I do believe I was heard and considered.

Then lately I’ve been active on Adam’s Blog. Particularly this thread on evangelization/discipleship, justification/sanctification, and individual/corporate salvation.

In other events, I officially graduated last thursday. yay me. no raise yet :(

Swimming with Scapulars

So, one of the things I’ve been looking for lately is some kind of young adult Catholic blog ring. There doesn’t really seem to be one of my flavor… so I might be able to help facilitate one from the ground up.

Anyways, I thought I might go ahead and pimp one particular new blogger – Matthew Lickona.

I’ve been reading his blog the past few months (shortly after Lent started) after I read an excerpt from a book he has just had published – Swimming with Scapulars: True Confessions of a Young Catholic.

The dude is on target. A number of us read Adam quite a bit, and I find this guy is in that same pleasant, thoughtful vein – but very much Catholic.

I haven’t had an opportunity to read his book, but I’ll be ordering it shortly. All the reviews I’ve read are essentially very, very positive because of how he communicates the raw, authentic Catholic life that it seems so few are after these days. The general theme I’m sensing is a postmodern tale rooted in an authentic Catholicism. So, blog pimp for Matt. And a pimp for his book. I hope you’ll take an interest in them. I’ll get a review out after I get my hands on the book and can read through it.

What I’ve been up to

Yeah, so, I really want to post these things in my head, but I’m too tired to even start at the moment… even with the “easy” stuff. So I’m not going to even try because I’ll just screw it up… but keep an eye out… it’ll being coming along soon.

As a brief update, I spoke with my grandmother tonight about the events of late. I’ve always thought of her as someone with all the answers and the plan of action… but, really, it’s just that she knows what’s what and how we should be behaving. So, it kind of turned into her schooling me on teachings I already hold. The one nice thing to come out of it is that she has agreed to attend church when we can make all the necessary arrangements for care of my grandfather. So that’s very good in my opinion. I just hope that it will encourage others to follow suit.

So here are the planned post titles:
Food for the Road – a reflective TRIT post that considers the seeming fork in the road at Emmaus.
Morality, Part 2 – a consideration of people who act immorally in good conscience.
Morality, Part 3 – a still forming post that’s a consideration of pre-Fall Adam’s behavior, morality, and the effects of the Fall as well as the role of satisfaction and lack thereof.

Any other requests?

A little prayer, please

So, Lisa and I are trying to get our life more in order now that I’m out of school… it just seems like there is constantly something that is getting in our way. This weekend was suppose to be the big planning/organizing weekend… and Lisa got sick. At least I got the yard mowed and fertilized in time for the rain.

Now, I’m preparing to leave for Texas – returning Thursday evening. And this weekend is sure to be a full weekend.

So if y’all could, just keep us in your prayers. There are a number of things we’re trying to sort out and get planned and pinned down, and we can’t do it if we don’t have the time we plan for.

Thanks, dear reader. God bless.

Writers’ Block

When I’m at work, running through everyone elses’ blogs, I get these ideas that spring into my head and write a whole blog entry in my mind right there.

…but when I get home… I can’t remember what they’re about. It’s annoying.

I’ve got a blog entry written somewhere in my mind about the music I listened to in highschool.
I’ve got a blog entry written somewhere in my mind about discerning your occupational calling.
I’ve got a blog entry written somewhere in my mind about discerning our spiritual calling – a post on justification and sanctification.
I’ve got the two other blog entries on Mary still forming in the back of my mind.
I’ve got a blog entry on moral development forming in the back of my mind.
I’ve got a blog entry on the permanent deaconate forming in the back of my mind.

All this stuff… I just write it in my mind to lose it. Very frustrating. Too bad I can’t be a professional blogger and get paid to do this.

Christian Character

Rise and Shine by Andrew Peterson

Well I remember how the snow fell in December
and the angels flew in pageants and in dreams
and I came in at 6 o’clock from a long hard day of playing
to the warmth of Momma’s cooking…
or was it the warmth of Momma’s love?

There were cardboard pirate ships and mud-puddle seas
and the backyard was a battleground for cowboys
and Daddy drug me out of bed on early Sunday morning
I remember how he smiled at me and said…

He said, “Rise, rise and shine
The day is coming on
And you know the night is gone so rise”

I remember how the shepherds lay in slumber
And the angels came and broke them from their dreams
And Mary raised her weary head
And Joseph stood there grinning
When the world awoke to the coming of a king

But there were haystacks in his palace
And a manger was his throne
As a hush fell on the little town of David
And the hillside never shined so bright
As early Christmas morning
You could almost hear the very heavens sing

They sang, “Rise, rise and shine
The sun is coming in
And the morning light is shining in
Your eyes, rise and shine
The day is coming on
And you know the night is gone so rise”

I remember how the sunlight turned to thunder
And the people ran for shelter from the rain
And the curtain tore and the saints awoke
And the whole earth seemed to tremble
From the fury of God’s anger…
Or was it the fury of His love?

There were shadows on the tomb there in the garden
And the mist was rising slowly through the trees
When Mary saw the silhouette on early Easter morning
I remember how He smiled at her and said

He said, “Rise, rise and shine
The sun is coming in
And the morning light is shining in
Your eyes, rise and shine
The day is coming on
And you know the night is gone so rise”

Cowards and Meanness

Roger replied to a comment I made on his blog yesterday that (1) people looking for cowards are looking to beat someone up and (2) mean people suck.

It’s true. My very experience testifies to it.

At the time, when I created this moniker (originally AnonymousCowared but now AnotherCoward), I thought it was just kinda funny in a geeky, not-so-clever kind of way. Yet, every now and then, it gets thrown back in my face. As though, I really am a coward.

Well, to be fair, there is a certain element of truth to it… I have yet to be wholly honest about myself, but I think I’m making good strides to do so. But, truth be told, those who make the point to call me out as coward are exactly those who I’m trying to hide from: those who don’t care one way or the other about who I am – they’re just looking for my label. Coward fits for them right now because they know there is something else I’m hiding.

And so, the label coward becomes more goading than anything else. “Be honest so I can REALLY be horrendous to you.” That’s pretty much when I decide to leave the conversation if direction doesn’t change shortly thereafter. It’s not worth it to carry on. Their opinions aren’t worth it. What they’re trying to be is little fact machines that spill all the points out in front of you, overwhelm your ability to address the issues, and, especially, keep from personal dialogue. I know. This use to be me.

That is the very definition of meanness – lack of personal relationship, dehumanizing. They don’t want to know you. They just want to know to what extent you conform to the label they approve of. It’s the kind of crap we tried to kill after the Civil War, the World Wars, in former Yugoslavia, and in Africa. People are people. People don’t conform to labels. Oh, sure, they may be able to talk like a label… but I mean, I can talk like a label. Labels are crap when having a relationship and dialoguing with people. Sure, there are ideas that we capture about people – but those ideas, those labels, are many, particular, and hardly over-broad as we got to know someone.

So, what’s the point of talking if you’re not going to bother getting to know someone? Meanness. What’s the point in holding stuff back from people – lack of trust and probably more cowardice than I care to admit. But I don’t like being a coward. It’s why I’ve got this blog. But mean people… they like being mean. I did anyways.

It Has Been Quiet

…on this here blog…

I think I know part of the reason why.

you people aren’t linking to me!!!

If you love me or like me.. or, heck, if you simply want to affirm that I am your mortal enemy who for eternity will be locked in an on-going blood feud… then you’ll affirm so by taking the time to go to your little blog-space and adding a link to my blog.

New posts with real content are to follow.

That is all.