When I was a kid, the final week of each summer vacation felt like the saddest thing. In June, the summer looked like an eternity of freedom, but now you were facing again the new school year, the classes and homework. Of course, there was also the excitement of seeing your school friends again and sharing the stories of the summer.
Late last month, one of my favorite Catholic publications, America magazine, published an article by Dean Dettloff titled “The Catholic Case for Communism.”
The farming town of Gilroy, Calif., is known as the Garlic Capital of the World. Its claim to fame is the Gilroy Garlic Festival, where you can have a cone of garlic ice cream.
Democrats seem to be playing a game of chicken on whether to begin an impeachment inquiry against President Trump.
“This is the most important election of our lifetime.” We hear that every four years. Sometimes, the phrase is even used to describe midterm elections. Obviously, not every election can be “the most important.”
At the end of June, Venerable Archbishop Fulton Sheen’s remains were transferred from the Archdiocese of New York to the Diocese of Peoria in Illinois. The transfer was preceded by three years of litigation between the diocese where Archbishop Sheen served as a priest and became a popular radio personality and the archdiocese where he served as an auxiliary bishop and became a TV star. The fact that two Catholic dioceses went to court in a dispute for the remains of a saintly man may seem odd, but actually it is part of a long tradition.
While celebrating the Fourth of July this week, I remembered the first time I spent the holiday in the United States almost three decades ago. I grew up in Cuba, where the celebration of national holidays — as with almost any aspect of daily life — was run by the government.
Today, we conclude Religious Freedom Week. The theme this year is “Strength in Hope.” The U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops invites us to “pray, reflect and take action on religious liberty, both here in this country and abroad.”
The time we spend stuck in traffic in Brooklyn should be discounted from our time in purgatory, a friend of mine used to say. People visiting from other parts of the country have a hard time believing that a 15-mile commute usually takes an hour and 15 minutes or more. Now school is out and children are on vacation. You feel the change — but it is still a good hour ride.
While preparing this edition of The Tablet, I received a letter from Brother Ed Kent, one of the jubilarians we honor in the paper this week. He has been a Franciscan brother for 60 years – a lifetime of service to the Gospel and to the people of God in Brooklyn and Queens.