As a rule, I seldom pay much attention to the Academy Awards. I say “seldom” instead of “never” because there are occasions when movies in a genre I am especially simpatico with are nominated that were conspicuously well done, e.g, the genre of fantasy as represented by Lord of the Rings. This year, the genre of docudrama, so well represented by the movie Spotlight, brilliantly directed by Tom McCarthy, about the award-winning work of the Boston Globe’s “Spotlight” corps of investigative journalists who brought the child-abuse crisis in the Catholic Church to light in 2001, is such an exception, not only for what the heroic work of the Globe reporters revealed, but even more so for what it did not. The priest-pedophilia crisis is like dark matter / dark energy: the “visible matter” of the ...
for I was hungry and you gave me food,
I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink,
I was a stranger and you welcomed me,
Giver of abundant gifts, on this Thanksgiving we celebrate . . . we celebrate. Ah what are we celebrating God? It seems to me that we have nothing to celebrate, nothing to be thankful for, except empty hearts and soulless comments.
Too many children are dying before our eyes on beaches, in stormy seas, in mountain passes, and refugee camps. Too many are blinded by their fears, unable to see the path to your love. I don’t know God, I can’t really think of something to be thankful for this year, you see my eyes are clouded with tears and my heart is screaming in pain for those who are being denied entry into our so called circle of love. By the...
The only gift I have to offer this week is my sorrow for Paris, Beirut, Syria, Iraq, and all of us. So I offer the Psalms I go to when I am in the midst of sorrow and pain. May your hearts be comforted by the words of the psalmist and may your find solace knowing others cry with you.
Psalm 36:1-4 (MSG)
A David Psalm
1-4 The God-rebel tunes in to sedition—
all ears, eager to sin.
He has no regard for God,
he stands insolent before him.
He has smooth-talked himself
That his evil
will never be noticed.
Words gutter from his mouth,
Can’t remember when he
did anything decent.
Every time he goes to bed,
he fathers another evil plot.
When he’s loose on the streets,
He plays with fire
and doesn’t care who gets burned.
Psalm 42 (NRSV)
1As a deer l...