The Musical Priest

Before I head out for the week (workshop in Detroit) I want to plug a new Irish music school opening in Cleveland. Brian Holleran, a native of New Jersey (and my sister's fiancee) will be offering classes on Flute, Tin Whistle, and Uilleann Pipes here in Cleveland. Brian is a terrific musician and a gifted teacher. For more information, contact Brian at: brianholleran000 AT hotmail.com (substitute @ for AT).

The person who posed a question a few weeks ago has posed another: Do you ever look to the cross and simply see a guy dying? After agonizing about how to approach this response, let me just dive in and say simply: Yes . There are times when I do just see a guy dying. I wish I could at all times experience the power of the resurrection, the hope and joy of Easter morning. I am, however, tragically finite...one who sins too freely and never prays hard enough or long enough or well enough. I grapple with the issues of faith and belief and I very often wonder how it is that I've come to commit my life to what can appear to be a corpse on a cross. I've gazed on the bodies of drug dealers shot through the face; babies the tragic victims of abuse; children mangled in car wrecks; women beaten at the hands of abusive partners; men's arms embroidered with heroin track marks. In their bodies I have seen the sin and evil and brokenness of this world etched and carved and gouged into hu...

I still want to respond to an earlier question, but I wanted to say a few things about another issue first. So I went to Mass at my elementary alma mater this morning. To be wholly truthful, it is a bloody wonder that the majority of these children aren't atheists after such a liturgy. First off, the music. Sung by a cantor at a pitch easily eight octaves higher than 99.9% of human can reach, the notes of the hymns were totally inaccessible. Then again, even if the songs had been sung at any pace other than a funeral dirge, I don't know that I'd have been able to sing - the songs were the most deranged settings of the Mass parts that I've ever heard. As a professional musician and a (VERY) regular Mass attendee (try every day) I think I have a good sense of music...but this was just ridiculous. Directly behind me there were a group of children (I believe a parent was with them) who had something of the "Old Country Buffet" operating on their pew. In the space ...

After a week of packing, meetings, good-byes, and a feis I'm getting ready to head home. A new question has been raised in the comment boxes concerning the crucifix and I'll have a response sometime over the next few days! I just need to get home and get an Einstein bagel in my system.

Karen has tagged me to answer several questions: 1. Male or Female: Male. 2. Married or Single (or religious): I am a religious. 3. Dream Vacation: A road trip with friends across the country. 4. Birthplace: Cleveland, Ohio 5. Area I live in currently: Bronx, New York. 6. Someone you wish you could meet: Jean-Luc Marion. 7. Biggest "Pet-Peeve": Drivers who BLARE their music. I'm usually quite content with my own selection and I resent having to listen to someone else's...particularly when my windows are rolled up! 8. Favorite Religious Devotion: Rosary. 9. Favorite Saint (Besides the Blessed Mother): St. John of the Cross 10. Favorite Sport that you play: softball. That you watch: sports are on tv? 11. Favorite Food: Bagels and Cream Cheese 12. Tridentine or Novus Ordo: Novus Ordo. 13. Would you home school or public school: Home 14. How many kids do you have: 0. 15. Ever been in an auto accident? Not really - a few scrapes, but nothing major. 16. Ever seen ...

Congratulations to Michael and Brian English who today captured first-place at the Mid-Western Fleadh. The Fleadh is the regional championship for Irish music and Michael brought home the gold in the 15-18 bracket and Brian won the 12-15. Props to Brian Holleran and Tom Hastings who have contributed immeasurably to their success!

A recent comment: Thanks, I just found this blog and like it. I like your approach a lot and am hoping you could shed some light. Prayer...here's what I don't get. Are we supposed to believe that God directly intervenes (interferes) with daily events? If so, is that why you pray? If not, then why do you pray? I see problems either way. -I dont understand, but I'd like to. As many of you know, prayer is a favorite topic of mine...probably because I myself struggle with it. So any opportunity to address questions in regard to this matter often afford an opportunity to reflect on issues that I have struggled or continue to grapple with. It is natural to pray as though God were a cosmic Spiderman, who needs only to be called upon to save the day. Many of our prayers take this form, "Oh God, let me get this answer right." "Dear Lord, please don't let me mess this recipe up." "Holy God, please let the Indians/Cavs/Browns win something important this ...