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Where’s the Real Jesus?

In our daily hubbub we forgot to add Jesus, Mary, and Joseph to our stable scene on Christmas Eve. Today is the feast of the Epiphany, so I decided to rectify that oversight and also add the three magi. I had Alex help with the Holy Family and Joel help with the magi. Alex asked an interesting question when his task was done.

As he surveyed the scene he asked, “Where’s Jesus?” I thought it an odd question since he had placed the baby Jesus in the stable himself. I reminded him of that, to which he responded, “Where’s the real Jesus? Where’s the Jesus of God?”

That kid has a knack for asking penetrating questions. A month or so back we were watching daily mass when he abruptly asked, “What is God?” After a nervous explanation, he followed up with, “Is God a person?” Nothing like jumping right into the deep end of the theological pool!

Whew. I sure hope the Holy Spirit guides me to give him and his siblings the kinds of answers they need.

Graceful Lily

This cute little milestone for Lily is a few weeks old, but I didn’t get around to blogging about it until now.

Every evening before we eat dinner, Amanda and I lead Alex and Joel in saying grace. One evening a while back I noticed that Lily (about 9mo at the time) was staring at us and had clapped her hands together. At first I wasn’t sure if it deliberate or just a coincidence. Well, it happens just about every time we eat together now, so it’s definitely deliberate. :) Whenever we start grace, she watches intently and usually drops whatever she’s eating or drinking to put her hands together (though she sometimes ends up clapping them or swinging them around like she’s practicing a Captain Kirk double-fist thump).

I think that’s pretty cool, and as a Catholic it makes me proud as well. Anyone else have a story like that they’d like to share. :)

Fr. Beavis and Fr. Butt-head?

This entry is part 14 of 16 in the series Wordless Wednesday

Explanation here.

Our First Signed Mass

Fr. Walter Rydzon signs the mass as Bishop Zubik celebrates at St. Justin Church.

Since our whole family has been enjoying learning ASL signs, and we’re Catholic, we thought attending a bilingual ASL/English mass would be an interesting and edifying experience. It took us a while, but we finally got around to doing it last week. It was an interesting and generally positive experience.

[Many of my observations are conspicuously Catholic, and would likely fit better on my faith blog, but I didn't want to break my write-up into two posts. Deal. ;P]

The deaf communities masses are celebrated at St. Justin, a church in the Mt. Washington neighborhood of Pittsburgh. Getting there was interesting, thanks to the steep hills, narrow roads (some cobblestone), and tight turns. Parking was mildly challenging as well. If masses there had greater attendance, I can’t imagine where everyone would park. I don’t think there were more than about 30 people in the congregation, most of whom seemed to come from a nearby old folks’ home, so on-street parking was adequate.

The low attendance was the first thing I noticed about mass at St. Justin. Indeed, the congregation wasn’t only sparse, but it was predominantly elderly. Sadly, I’m somewhat accustomed to seeing greying congregations, but I was surprised by the number of elderly deaf parishioners. I expected that a mass drawing people from Youngstown, Ohio and Johnstown would have demographics more similar to the region’s general population. Granted, Allegheny and surrounding counties give Florida a run for its money in terms of senior citizen numbers. However, I really thought there’d be more young people. Where do all the city’s deaf children, adolescents, and young adults go to mass if not St. Justin?

It’s always sad to see a parish in decline, but seeing such a special community and ministry in peril seemed particularly tragic. There was more that caught my notice, though, so I’ll move on.

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Sorry, Mr. Dad. Not in My Catholic Household.

I’d generally consider myself a fan of Armin Brott, aka Mr. Dad. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed his books on fatherhood. His podcast sometimes catches my interest as well. In this case, though, I have to strongly disagree with him.

Someone wrote to him as follows.

“Dear Mr. Dad: It’s been a longstanding tradition in our extended family to attend church on Sunday and then go out to brunch. However, now my 14-year-old daughter says she no longer likes church because she finds that services are boring. My husband says we should force her to go, but I don’t think that would work. What’s your take?”

Religion and parenting is always an interesting combo, isn’t it? Let’s see how Mr. Dad responds and why I would take his advice with a grain of salt, shall we?
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