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Link’n’Blogs – 4.13.18: Les Mis Family!


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I loved Lincoln Logs when I was a kid. Though I never entertained the idea that I would be a designer, engineer or architect, something about putting together these wooden and plastic pieces was simply simple fun. Connecting to ideas through the blogosphere seems similar to this pursuit, hence the title of this weekly post. Each Friday, I intend to post something interesting I’ve read out there on the internets. Hopefully others will find these posts as thought provoking as I have.

Greatest Family Easter Ever?

Are you a Les Miserables fan? Are you a flashmob fan? Are you a family fan?

Click on the photo below and see the LaBaron family go crazy with their Easter Sunday rendition of One More Day. This is from the website scarymommy.com. Do yourself a favor: watch the video and read the accompanying article. Click the photo below.

I love my family… we don’t do this, though!

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Easter 2018: Looking Back/Beginning Anew


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First published in spring of 2014

The Cinnamon Girl asked me when we were on our evening walk yesterday – Good Friday – what my childhood memories of Easter are. This was in the context of us discussing whether or not the Easter Bunny would visit HJ, jr, Stretch and Sous Chef. They are all “too old” for the Easter Bunny to come, but The Cinnamon Girl and I realized that whether the kids are too old for the Easter Bunny is immaterial. We are not too old and we are not ready to give up that tradition before we have to do so. The Easter Bunny will track us down Sunday morning as he has done for years.

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As to my favorite memories – Though many of them revolve around my father’s life as a permanent deacon in the Roman Catholic Church, I am completely taken with the recollection of the fact that the Easter Bunny would always leave my sisters and I one, Christmas-like gift in our baskets – a toy or a book (I have, for some reason, great affinity for the illustrated Lord of the Rings story book which went along with the Ralph Bakshi’s arresting (to me) animated film – see my favorite song from it HERE) – along with amazing jelly beans, chocolate rabbits and cream filled candy eggs from Russell Stouffer’s candy.  Funny, the Easter Bunny now leaves my kids almost exactly the same thing – amazing how that works.

Holy Thursday often brought with it a Seder Supper. This was the early to mid 1980s and our parish, built in the mid 1970s, did not have pews. It had plastic chairs which made configurations of the worship space relatively easy. The Seder reconfiguration made the place look like a dining hall with plastic chairs pushed up to folding tables. During the Seder, the clerics of the parish – including my dad – sat at a “head table” on the raised dais where the altar of the church was situated normally. We would read the parts of the Seder Supper aloud, eating the food – the lamb and hard-boiled eggs and bitter herbs (parsley dipped in salt water) – as the tables all around the church followed suit.

The Seder Supper I most remember was the one wherein I decided I really, really liked the bitter herbs and took a massive portion of them onto my plate. I think I did it just to make my older sister laugh. For some reason, I felt pressure to eat all that I had taken, be it the star power of sitting at the head table or an admonition of my parents I don’t remember, and I knew that I would never be able to choke down all the parsley I’d piled, Roy Neary-like, into a mountain in front of me. Subtly and oh, so cooly, I shifted the Mount Bitter Herbs into the pockets of my brand new sports coat.

They weren’t discovered until the next time I wore the thing. Months later. I recall my mother being thrilled.

My mother, sisters and I spent many a Holy Saturday night at Easter Vigil’s, listening to the readings – the many, many readings – while waiting to hear my father read the Gospel. As he was an Associate Pastor at our parish, he seemed – at least to me, his hero-worshiping son – to out rank the other deacons at the parish and to get to be the “main” deacon (if there is such a thing) at major celebrations. But, after Dad was done with the Gospel, the long service seemed only to get longer and, by its conclusion, my sisters and I had usually drawn the ire of my mother for conducting miniature sword fights with the tapers we’d normally be given before the start of mass.

And that was when we were kids. When we were adults and attended an Easter Vigil or two, I clearly remember one of my brothers-in-law, Looks Like Dean Cain, craving his taper into a giant tooth and pretending to spit it out of his mouth repeatedly at the most inappropriate times of the liturgy.

Without a doubt, my favorite Easter Vigil was the one when The Cinnamon Girl came into the Roman Catholic Church and I got to serve as her sponsor. Beautiful, radiant and stunning, she looked like an angel to me and to the congregation as she was confirmed and had her First Communion. My parents, her mother and brother, our children, my sisters and their families, The Magister and his wife and kids were all on hand as The Cinnamon Girl made these sacraments.

Whether or not The Cinnamon Girl and I have always made it to church every Sunday since (spoiler alert – we haven’t) and whether I’ve always felt as close to Christ as I did in that moment, I can say that, this Easter, as I think about the resurrection and the mystery, I know I don’t have all the answers. I don’t even have all the questions.

I do have these memories – many of them involving my father – and I remember what The Mater has been telling me since my dad died. She’s said, time-and-again, Dad’s not worried about anything now. He has all the answers.

I shouldn’t be surprised. On this Easter, I remember that my Dad always had all the answers.

Even if many of those answers were not quite right… That was part of his charm.

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Link’n’Blogs – 3.30.18: The Best Easter Movies on Netflix?


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I loved Lincoln Logs when I was a kid. Though I never entertained the idea that I would be a designer, engineer or architect, something about putting together these wooden and plastic pieces was simply simple fun. Connecting to ideas through the blogosphere seems similar to this pursuit, hence the title of this weekly post. Each Friday, I intend to post something interesting I’ve read out there on the internets. Hopefully others will find these posts as thought provoking as I have.

With Easter all but upon us, Metro complied a list of movies that deal with Jesus and resurrection themes, all of which are available on Netflix. Any list that includes the much maligned and (in my opinion) misunderstood Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice deserves a look! Click Superman to see the complete list…

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Link’n’Blogs – 4.14.17 – Good Friday


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I loved Lincoln Logs when I was a kid. Though I never entertained the idea that I would be a designer, engineer or architect, something about putting together these wooden and plastic pieces was simply simple fun. Connecting to ideas through the blogosphere seems similar to this pursuit, hence the title of this weekly post. Each Friday, I intend to post something interesting I’ve read out there on the internets. Hopefully others will find these posts as thought provoking as I have.

Good Friday and Holy Saturday (and all of Lent, actually) lead to one place: Easter Sunday and, even today on Good Friday, we are a resurrection people. Hey, even Times Square gets it! Take a look at the videos and praise God.

 

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Easter Sunday Comes To An End With The Way

“You don’t choose a life, you live one.”

the-wayTonight, The Cinnamon Girl, the kids and I ended a peaceful and reflective Holy Week, Triduum and Easter by our annual viewing of Emilio Estevez’s The Way. Estevez directed his father, Martin Sheen, in this small movie that opened in 2010 and remained in theaters far longer than an independent movie such as this one should have.  The Way tells the story of Tom, a widower optometrist played by Martin Sheen, who is estranged from his son Daniel, who appears – via flashback – in a performance by Emilio Estevez.

The reasons for the father and son estrangement are never made fully clear to the audience. Chalk it up to dad wanting son to settle into a traditional career path and son wanting to follow his own, well, way through life. Prior to the beginning of the film, and this is no spoiler, Daniel is killed while walking the Camino de Santiago de Compostela in the Pyrenees. The Camino de Santiago de Compostela is also called the Way of St. James and is a pilgrim route that leads from France through Spain to the reputed burial-place of St. James. To walk it requires commitment. It requires one to be in good shape. It requires deep desire.

Sheen’s Tom has none of these when he arrives in St. Jean Pied de Port, France to pick up his son’s remains to bring them home. Deciding, in a moment of spiritual connection with his progeny to take up Daniel’s trek, Tom wraps himself up in his son’s North Face and begins walking.

Clearly the journey itself is a metaphor, and a beautifully drawn one at that. Laden with images of mercy and forgiveness, friendship and fellowship and the struggle and joy found between fathers and son, the movie proceeds with a gentle pace while always heading in a clear direction. Moments of laughter are juxtaposed with soul moving stillness as the audience, along with Tom, picks up and leaves behind companions on his journey, traverses a breathtaking landscape and learns about his own spiritualism, his religion and his soul.

The Way is not heavy-handed with its religious symbolism, though the penultimate scene does take place in a beautiful Catholic church, and it doesn’t beat one over the head with the symbolism of “doubting” Thomas, the optimistic, who cannot clearly see the way through the Lion’s Den of life that Daniel did. But there is plenty to think about upon reflection following viewing the film.

One could do worse than spending 2 hours on The Way. 

You can stream it from amazon HERE.   And you should.

The Way is certainly on my personal list of my Top Ten Favorite Movies it reminds me why each time I watch it.

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Teachers Are Leaders Quote And Comment Of The Week: March 30 – April 5, 2015

Weekly during the 2014-2015 school year, And There Came A Day will begin the week with a quote and quick thought about Ignatian Education.

“It is not this way among you, but whoever wishes to become great among you shall be your servant.”

~  Matthew 20:26 

Jesus was and is a leader and it is hard to find a better example of his definition of leadership than this verse from Matthew.

During Holy Week, leaders have the example of Jesus to look at and to emulate. There are many moments to consider this week, to spend time with in Ignatian prayer and to let into our lives. I hope that the end of our Lenten reflections are fruitful and full so that the movements of Christ in our lives might be revealed. 

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