The Genuine Southern Museum

I have been on an art museum kick lately. I could say I ALMOST love art museums more than live music, but that would be crazy talk.  So I'll just share a few inspirations here.

I dragged a happy friend with me this time up to the Mississippi Museum of Art in Jackson. By the way, we stopped and had lunch at the Best Mexican restaurant in Hazlehurst, MS.

The main exhibit was part of the Vogels modern art collection, but really I think the MS museum got shafted on the pick of the pieces. My pull was the museum's collection of Southern artist's work. Particularly Mississippi artist's that have donated work to the museum.  Eudora Welty's photographs are always haunting. I would love to visit the pillars of this long gone mansion.

One painting was named 'Voyeurs'.  I have been thinking about that one for a bit, it's quite like those waiting to see the Catholic Church come crumbling down, little do they know, only they will fall.









Another interesting piece was one painted with enamel.  It looks light the type of paintings I like to paint with a struggle between light and dark.  Although, I would have no idea what to do with enamel, I would probably get it every where.

 One grouping was by Claudia DeMonte was called the 'Luxury of Exercise'. Fittingly she tacked small metals of symbolism and worship to the ever popular exercise sneaker.

My favorite piece of artwork at the museum is a small illustration, a anamorphic drawing of a fellow holding a clover by Edgar Parker. I just find it completely charming.  It reminds me of Frog and Toad dutifully raking the leaves for each other. (Look that one up!)

I was so happy to have a friend come with me, but I could tell she didn't get as excited as I do staring at artwork.  I could do it all day and be joyful that I could offer up the foot pain for seminarians, and it still wouldn't feel like a sacrifice.




The weekend before last I visited my ever favorite New Orleans Museum of Art and saw some of my favorite pieces by Degas and Monet.  Here is a study for a larger project of Degas's. I wish I had a copy, I am fascinated by bronze.






And the last painting I will show is the awesome painting loaned to New Orleans for the Super Bowl win by the Saints. 'The 5th plague' by Turner.  You can see the cardboard cut out of the Lombardi trophy next to it!

The Ironic Wakeup Call

You know what they say, "What you put into it, is what you get out of it!"

The Soldier of Christ

Happy Birthday Pope Benedict XVI!

I love you!

The Black Image of Mary

The New Orleans Museum of Art had the most amazing art exhibit open today. 'Beyond the Blues' is a collection of pieces of African American artists throughout American history from the Amistad Research Center.  One of my favorites was a depiction of the adoration of baby Jesus. I think it is by Rohan Crite (1910-2007).  What is shown is only part of it.

She is so beautiful in this image. I learned about another artist that a fellow blogger mentioned recently. African American Ossawa Tanner (1859-1937) painted many biblical scenes including the one Mary and Me mentioned recently for the Annunciation.  Tanner did not choose to depict black subjects but instead held with biblical and classical images in his work.  I was excited to see his work that is almost impressionistic, but shows the spirituality of the moment even in what is not explicit in the image.
Tanner's Annuciation

When I visit the works of exceptional artist's I am always so moved at the greatness of God working through man.  

Alleluia He is Risen, Truly He is the Savior of the World!

Happy Easter!!

Here are some cute pics of the most beautiful nephew ever!!  Mom on the left and Dad(William Jr.) teaching William 4.0 how to compute.  He was born in August!!

Me taking care of business while they were away!! Just Kidding, these big machines scare the crap out of me!

The Authentic Farm Experience

Home on the Range or Bugs, Poop and more Bugs

This is the story of my daily life on the farm while Mom and Dad are visiting my brother and sister-in-law and the new addition to the family.  They are gone for the week of my vacation/Spring Break and I miss them bunches, but at least I have the summer off. That said, I'd like to make a very opinionated observation on dirt and farms.

I have some acquaintances that claim to really know farm life.  I have never seen them in dirty boots or even dirty clothes covered in hay.  I guess I am bragging when I say I have several pairs of boots so old and so worn that it's time they leave the farm for good.  I have clothes I keep at Mom's house just so I won't get that damn hay and alfalfa in my other things.  I even have prayers I say each time I encounter all the gross, gross bugs that always come when there are farm animals around.

Have you guessed I like the city yet?  It's not so bad because it teaches you duty and organization to remember to do everything, but it sure is a lot of work.  Thank goodness we don't have pigs!! They stink really bad and I would probably refuse to take care of them.

On our farm are dogs, cats, chickens, horses and various tropical and domestic birds.  The chickens are fairly new to the place.  They produce eggs at least, but now I am probably grossed out on eggs for a awhile after collecting them all.

I love all our dogs though!  I used to be more of a cat person until I became allergic. We have several puppies of all different sizes.  The smallest is a tiny poodle that fits in one hand and she's full size and the biggest is an Irish wolf-hound that is the normal huge size for Irish wolf-hounds.  My favorite puppy is of course my charismatic Boston terrier.  

I first met Boston terriers when we took one in from an aunt and now we have another rescue one from another lady who moved.  These dogs are so devoted and sweet.

The only thing is that the dogs around here know exactly when any movement begins in the house and they won't stop calling you in the morning until you tend to them first.

Beyond the Bugs to the Beauty

There are great things about being out in the country.  It is so peaceful and easy to speak with God.  Where I am at night all of the stars shine in the night sky.  My favorite constellation has always been Orion shining at me in the early morning on one side of the sky and high in the sky in the evening.

Right now it is spring.  The pollen has turned all of the vehicles in town a lime shade of pollen yellow.  The water oaks are sprouting bright neon leaves.  The sweet olive trees are budding and scenting the breeze.  The huge black bumble bees stand still in the air when you pass their fruit tree territory.

The grass is starting to grow again in great tufts that the dogs find and chop on, then coming back with grass sees clinging to their fur.  It's nice to walk in the afternoon sun and anticipate the sweltering heat of mid July that warms you in an instant.

The birds that flock through Louisiana on their journey back home take a break at the bird feeder my father has set up.  They are numerous and happy as our blue Macaw tries to call out to them or anyone in the house, shouting Hello! or calling whistles to annoy the dogs.

It's too bad I have to go back to work on Tuesday, so I'll miss the quiet.  Sometimes it's nice to be with Christ in peacefulness and nature as I prepare to celebrate Easter.

The Deceptive Image of Man in Hate's Clothing: A reflection

Each morning the teacher across the hall and I commit to the same routine of writing our objectives for the day with a click of chalk on the green boards and a shuffle of lesson plans ready to be reviewed by visitors.  Each morning students in the middle school are let in before the bells ring and we can always hear that they are coming from the moment they enter the commons area about two halls away from us.  They are loud. They are untucked. They sometimes smell from not taking care or not having someone to teach them to take care of themselves.

 Sometimes they have already had a fight before 7:30 a.m., sometimes they make it till after lunch before a random fight begins.  They love to fight. They talk about fighting, they plan fighting, they seem to live to get in fights.  There is not a fight every day, but definitely once a week on the middle school side. I am not sure about the high school, but it is definitely more often than middle. Most of them come from a rural environment where the only thing to do is to pit neighborhood against neighborhood.  The instigators are usually the parents of the children who have been known to drag their children outside in the street and ordered to fight other children.

The communities in which some of these children come from are much like the pre-Christian times of Assyrian warriors and the ‘eye for an eye’ mentality.  Only these children have heard of Christ and the young girls are some of the most frequent fighters.  It becomes easy for new teachers to come in and stereotype them. I came in having experienced and broken up fights before, but never to this capacity.  It has taught me something new about humanity.

It has affirmed my belief that every person no matter what has been made in the image of God.  I searched for some good behind the outer clothing of many of the most aggressive fighters.  What I saw is that each person longs for someone to love them, to care for them, to hear them.  Many of these children do not have that and have no idea what positive attention is in their lives. 

Paul says we must “put on the new man who has been created in God’s image – in righteousness and holiness that comes from truth.” Eph 4:24  How hard it must be to put righteousness on when all you know is anger and depravity? As Easter once again draws near, I am looking forward to the Resurrection.  Each year I often work hard contemplating the crucifixion and the lonely Saturday of Our Lady, but these children who are taught dislike and contempt remind me of the beauty inside them in the image of Christ in his Glory.

I admit, this reflection shows that I had to pray hard for understanding in loving these children.  I always try to love the children I teach even if I don’t like them.  It was easy the first two months of school to be bewildered.  It finally hit me that I wasn’t praying enough for them.  I still don’t like their actions, but it is very hard for me to judge them in a harsh way because of where they’re coming from.  But, I hold them to a high standard and they know it. Even the high school students whisper my name or call out when I pass.  We have only about 350 kids, maybe about 80 that I teach in middle school.  My reputation could be good or bad in their eyes, but I am continuously explaining to those who ask, that it is my job to watch them and keep them safe by ratting them out.  They’ll appreciate it one day. 

It is the repetition of what is true that will melt their hearts and allow them to see Christ.  If they were to have fine teachers as we all have in the image of Jesus Christ, then it might be easy for them to see his joy and radiance ready for them.  But they have me, and several other hardworking, caring teachers that go out of their way every day for them. 

“But now, put off all such things as anger, rage, malice, slander, abusive language from your mouth….

As the elect of God, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with a heart of mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience, bearing with one another and forgiving one another…” Colossians 3: 8, 12

The Case for Social Justice because of Global Warming

It is an often unspoken battle field experience that every middle school and up teacher experiences.  It is a case for better food choices for the rich and the poor in urban and rural schools.  It is worse than an entire methane field of cow dung powering a city of 200,000.  

It is the rotten fart of a middle-schooler enclosed in a small space without working central air after a poor lunch room meal of canned chili and nachos with jalapeño peppers, Tabasco(of course in Louisiana) and synthetic orange liquid cheese.

I said it. This is the real and scientific reason for global warming.  I tried to write a grant for research purposes in the hopes of studying students around the world who eat nachos, myself having gained even a Rhodes scholarship.  But alas, it did not make it past my principal. 

On a local level, I may propose this as a power source for the small town of 3,000 I work in. I just need the parents signatures.

The New Evangelists

This is the website for the homilies of the parish priests where I attend mass regularly. Both Father Paul and Father Walsh are Awesome!

One of the things Fr. Paul suggested when the earthquake happened was to pray for a prayer partner in Haiti. I am still praying for my prayer partner whom I know is generously helping people to persevere while she herself does the same.

I will miss these priests when I move and I hope I find another great church to attend, but I know I will, we have a lot of good ones in Louisiana.  New Orleans or Bust!

The Wonderful Wonder of Sacred Statuary

Just got in today a somewhat large order of little and big statues from Autom.com   I usually give away most of them, but I am a little obsessed with religious statues.  It's funny because I don't like a bunch of clutter on my shelves and around, but I just love these statues and I think they can draw people to Christ.  The big Sacred Heart is for me!!

The Best Answers to Prayer

Harriet finally understood why everyone was talking about the great new light fixture in the Church's tabernacle.

The Forgiving Father Figure

When I was growing up I had many conversations with God.  I saw Him as one who was in charge of everything and generally made things happen.  I did not, however, know who Jesus was that well. I knew Jesus was the Son of God and had died on the cross, but I felt I could not relate to Him because He was too important.  I used to love when it rained though, because I always felt the Holy Spirit covered everything like the rain and made it fresh.  My images of the Trinity developed actively and subconsciously as I encountered life.

In my conversations with God, I would pray about and for the people I saw hurting on the news. Earthquakes, the Berlin wall, the Persian Gulf War all were subjects of my cries to God to show mercy.  I prayed for children who were abused, because for some reason I knew I had it good, even though my brothers never gave me a moment of peace.

During this time the Holy Spirit endeared my heart to God and allowed me the grace to come back to God over and over.  Still, I felt Jesus was the holder of the key to Heaven and thus too important for me to speak with. I only started speaking to Jesus Christ when I became older and started sinning a whole lot more often, unfortunately.  My relationship was defined in my mind as Jesus Christ the Savior whom I must ask forgiveness from.  But I had a good grasp of the Mother of God and the Holy Spirit.  Thus my faith developed and brought me to this point.

Yesterday, in my regular blog reading, I came across an article on the Prodigal Son.  One piece struck out at me about the relationship perceived. “relate to him as a son” is in reference to both of the sons and how they actively and subconsciously perceive how they relate to the father.  I have described my active perception of the Father God above, but this got me thinking as how I perceived Father God, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Ghost subconsciously.  How has the effect of my perception or environment affected my active and subconscious relationship with the Trinity?

Active perception of the Trinity has a foundation built in daily prayer.  By active, I generally mean waking and thinking about the Trinity.  Today, I would say I have a good awareness of all three with Jesus Christ as my go-to-guy for advice. In the parable, the prodigal son is received back in the arms of his father before he has said a word of explanation.  I can say confidently that I perceive Jesus Christ as a friend and mentor in this way that is ready to be just with me.

I do not know about my subconscious perceptions though and that is the reason for this post.  As I embark on a desire to understand scripture and liturgy better, I want to eradicate the areas that would hold the Holy Spirit back from understanding that the Trinity needs me to have to spread the message of Christ.  I have a long, long, long ways to go, but we know identification of a problem is the first step, as the Prodigal Son took his first steps home.

The APOD and the Spirit of Truth

All of the students at my school have some form of electronic music device or phone.  I have tried to avoid the hype because we know how fast things change and develop in the techno world.  But the bug bit me and I purchased a touch screen ipod.  My favorite application is the APOD or Astronomy Picture of the Day.  It is amazing, amazing to see God's creations in the Heavens.

 That said, it is also amazing to find there is so much within Scripture.  I decided to get back in to meditating on scripture using the Ignatian prayer method.  Somehow I ended up on the Samaritan woman.  It was great because I love this whole scene.  Also, I am using my huge Jerusalem Bible that puts everything in this great context and the language is so beautiful I almost wish I could study and read Greek! (I heard it's really hard)

Passage: "But the hour will come -- in fact it is here already -- when true worshippers will worship the Father in spirit and truth: that is the kind of worshipper the Father wants. God is spirit, and those who worship must worship in spirit and truth." John 4: 23-24

Endnote: The Spirit, who makes a new creature of man, is also the inspiring principle of the new worship of God. This worship is 'in truth' because it is the only worship that meets the conditions revealed by God through Jesus. The Jerusalem Bible Doubleday and Company New York 

I admit I think there is more for me to understand here.  But like the vast expression of God's creation in the sky, there are great and numerous understandings to receive from the Holy Ghost and the salvation that Christ has provided for us all through His sacrifice.

I will pray for more understanding while I contemplate the beautiful sky.

The Parable of Mercy

7 And he said to the vinedresser, `Lo, these three years I have come seeking fruit on this fig tree, and I find none. Cut it down; why should it use up the ground?'
8 And he answered him, `Let it alone, sir, this year also, till I dig about it and put on manure.
9 And if it bears fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.'"

  

 Two things strike me this Sunday, one is the mercy God shows and the second is the mercy man must show to other men.

 The first act of the mercy of God is woven through the Old and New Testament in beggars and kings.  The ongoing love affair that God has with his people is a story of forgiveness seventy times seventy.  God’s love seems to be in the scriptures, the very act of disciplined forgiveness and welcoming back of his people.

 The second act of mercy which we are called too has always been much harder for me to grasp.  The idea of others not knowing right from wrong, took a long time for me to understand. The first time this lack was glaring at me in my life was when a young man who I worked with stole money from the business.  When the manager came back, he gave him a second chance.

For years, off and on, I wondered why he gave him that chance when it was obvious to me that ‘to steal is wrong’ and you must face the consequence, ‘to be fired.’  I gained understanding when in the second year of teaching a young man in 7^th and then 8^th grade an accident occurred.

The young man had done many things to warrant putting him out of this Catholic school.  I forgot now the problems he may have caused me, but I liked him because he reminded me of my brother.  Between shouting at teachers and breaking windows, he might be calm for the period of time he had my class. Then he would only tear up the textbook like a superhero showing his strength.  I couldn't understand why meeting after meeting and the principal allowed this child to stay at our school.

In the beginning of the eighth grade year a car hit him on a four wheel bike.  I received a message from a student that night to pray for him, but I didn’t know what for.

After three months of healing and rehabilitation he came back with his legs still broken in a wheel chair.  After more time he was able to walk again.  He was a different person, happy and grateful for his life.  I was grateful too and he didn’t look back at his problems before because he knew he had to do his best from then on in his gratitude.

Once I had processed this two year relationship with the child, parent and principal, I finally understood true mercy.

Today as I pray for God’s mercy on my own soul, I ponder the great graces that HE had prepared and waiting, ready for me to ask and receive.  Man has such a capacity for love of others, but it is so stilted by the selfish desires of the mind and heart.

Another great blog, The Sacred Page points to the message of the woman at the well and the forgiveness she can receive from Christ as he speaks with her.  The author points to the spouses that Israel had also, straying away from the one true God.   But he explains the great mercy that God shows in calling us back to Him no matter the cause or digression from His love.

In the reading today at my church, the parable of the barren fig tree in Luke 13 suggests the tilling of the soul that may lead to fruit.  This tilling and fertilization may or may not lead to fruit, as in the way in which we try to love others in our lives who throw it back in our face, but who is willing to say that they did not try to show mercy as God shows mercy and expect the same for themselves?

 

The Decay of Self

Recently, I took a small excursion to the wooded area called Bluebonnet Swamp located in Baton Rouge.  The fungus was incredible.  It made me think of the parable of the sown seeds and where they fall in comparison to the decay of self in our spiritual lives.  I needed that comparison and the 'back to nature' moment to speak with God and understand the reasons I am experiencing what I am experiencing this year.

"Those in the good ground, these are such as in an honest and good heart, having heard the word, hold it tightly, and bring forth fruit with patience." Matthew 3


What follows is a short photo essay including photos of the Swamp and some of my favorites tagged on the end.  All photos taken by Galactic Catholic.

The Broadcast of the Narrowcast

This is posted from Father Z's blog WDTPRS, from a reader's comment. I loved the comment so much I wanted to post it here.

I’m going to stick my nose in here as a 20-year veteran of the broadcast industry (full disclosure: I’m in private industry now, but still maintain my hands in trying to build a Catholic radio news service network via the net….).



The old model of broadcast (‘we talk, you listen’) with its top-down model of American Big Broadcast Company (sic) sitting at the top and ostensibly local ‘affiliates’ at the point of distribution is rapidly being swept into the dustbin. It’s inefficient, both from a physical plant (you should have seen the ABC Radio Net head end in NYC, where I spent almost 11 years…very impressive, but, ultimately, inflexible to handle the new models). As the country gets wired more and more for network connectivity, the means of production, distribution, and, dare say, formation of opinion, becomes more and more ‘democratized’ and moved to the level of local origination and control to a global audience. It’s a peasant’s revolt, in many ways. Noisy, wrestling in the mud, chaotic. But a revolt, nonetheless.


Why? On some level, nature (in all its wondrous forms) abhors a vacuum. And by relying on a few self-appointed (and self-righteous to some extent), there developed a vacuum of divergent thought. For too long, we depended on the good offices of a somewhat amorphous ‘network’ that was, to a large extent, extremely inbred and clannish, being the filters of what could be considered ‘news worthy’; it was a feature of every news organization I worked for (and I worked for some of the best…and still have friends ‘in the biz’...) that they monitored each other…so, to a large extent, what you saw or heard was based on an informal consensus among people, though they worked for different companies, all attended the same parties, union shop meetings, or restaurants. Very insular, and, that’s why, except for presentational differences, the major networks (ABC, NBC, CBS, and CNN…leaving Fox out, since they’re the rebels according to the zeitgeist of the other 4…) all seem to tell the same story in the same order. It IS pack journalism…been there, done that, and even contributed to it from time to time.



Contrast that to what you see in the internet and blogosphere. Even though Fr. Z and a lot of the other well-known apologists have had face time on the tube, there are just as many others, you and me included, who also provide sources of information, insight, and intelligence to an audience we never may know of (I’m constantly surprised at where people are listening from when I look at my streaming logs…), and we know not what effect. The traditional nets do, certainly.



But, you can see the grasping and flailing around as the Old Guard (or gatekeeper, if you will) tries to impress its model of information distribution on a means of dispersal that is, by its very nature, unable to be funneled into a set and predictable pattern. The very unruliness of the democratization of information dispersal makes it so.


So, for every Andrew Sullivan or Ariana Huffington, there’s a Father Z., Thomas Peters, or Amy Welborn. Whereas before, only Huffingtons of the world may have been heard (since their viewpoints all kind of fall into the same sociopolitical groove as the traditional gatekeepers…), we’ve taken it upon ourselves to give voice to what was studiously ignored or marginalized for too many years.


And that’s a good thing. The more truth that is spoken to power, the more power overreacts and drives people away. I believe that people of good will WANT to hear the truth. And the duty of every Catholic is to preach the Gospel. It’s been driven down too long. And that’s why the traditional electronic media, cat box liners such as NCR, and the New York Slimes are struggling. Because they no longer control the sole means of information distribution.


I could go on…but probably overstayed my welcome…


Comment by Bryan — 18 February 2010 @ 8:23 am

The Call to Prayer and Penance during Lent

A site called CatholiCast has a LINK to Father Benedict Groeschel's Lenten meditations. One short one for each day on MP3s.


I might actually go out and finally get an ipod. Or not. But you can listen on your computer too.

The Focus on Family

The Saints Won the Super Bowl!!! And Dree Brees along with Sean Payton are awesome family men setting a great example for others.

The WHO DAT! Photo Essay In the Big Easy Pre-Game Day

 It was another difficult week at my job, but what has kept me going is Who Dat.  The Saints in the Superbowl has brought a unity and peace to the city that is amazing!

Here are a few views from today's excursion, the day before the Saints vs. Colts Superbowl.

 

Joan of Arc in the Quarter is a WHO DAT!

  

The guy who owns this place is a WHO DAT!

This waiter crossing the street is a WHO DAT!

  

Lucy is a WHO DAT!

  

Black truck owner guy is a WHO DAT!

  

I am a WHO DAT!  GEAUX SAINTS!!! 

The Power and the Glory

The Curt Jester at Splendor of Truth writes a beautiful article on your neighborhood relativists in abortion sect. Please read it.

Relativism has had many masks that try to masquerade as internal truths, thus creating political and economic wars throughout history. Many fail to note the spiritual war that is ongoing against life.

Today I found Graham Greene's The Power and the Glory. It is about a triumphant priest during a time in Mexico where few Catholics survived and Holy Saints were made.  The truth in the value of lives was masked by power.  Holy men like Blessed Miguel Pro died at the hands of revolutionists.

I am listening to Rise, Let Us Be On Our Way by John Paul II and he refers to the many martyrs of Mexico and the power of Faith there in Mexico.  The testament of this saint of modern times is the life he led in secret for a time studying to one day become one of history's holiest leaders of the Roman Catholic Church.  The regimes that tried to destroy Poland were also unable to destroy faith and true truth in men there.

Respecting the dignity of life is the truth of human nature. Relativistic choice only hurts others physically and spiritually.  Only truth lasts beyond regimes and relativistic movements.