Good Fridays w/Padre: Childs’ Play

HLS EFS CSC Little Irish

I am hailed as the Founder of Notre Dame; also the first Postmaster (go figure).  These are great honorifics of which I am proud.  But the title closest to my heart has always been Father.  I consider all of you to be my loyal sons – and thanks to Ted’s innovations, loyal daughters.  Indeed, you are all my children.  I’m told there was a beautiful opera by that title, though I don’t recall it in Verdi’s or Wagner’s repertoire. However, though I am called Father, I have never had children of … [Read more...]

Good Fridays w/Padre: Relics

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In Holy Mother Church (not to be confused with The BVM or your own mother, the first of whom will always care for you, the second of whom will never fail to criticize you) as I was saying, in Holy Mother Church we venerate such things called relics.  The word comes from the Latin relictus, meaning ‘that which is left behind.’  Of course, you’d know that if my University hadn’t dropped the Latin and Greek requirement – you’re all getting weak.  At any rate, a relic is a piece of a Holy Saint, and … [Read more...]

Good Fridays w/Padre: No Regrets

EFS CSC Goodbye for Now

And so for all but the Seniors, it’s time to go home.  Not that the Land of Our Lady isn’t home, too.  I mean it’s time to go to your original homes – land of private bedrooms and non-abrasive toilet paper.  Sure, usually there are two rectors, one male and one female; and the dining fare selections are significantly more limited at mealtimes (by the way, if you complain about the food, you can expect to take a spatula to the face).  But it’s home…for three months, and then you can come back to … [Read more...]

Belated Good Fridays w/Padre: B-Day Thx

Sorin Reading Paper

It was awfully nice of the University to remember my 200th birthday on February 6.  I am very grateful that I haven’t been forgotten…since everyone has been riding my cassock-tails since roughly 1842.  I was honored that the Dining Hall put on a legitimate French spread.  I’m sorry for all you good, corn-fed, Midwestern, Irish-Americans who prefer meat and potatoes three times a day.  Call this multiculturalism. What bothers me is Rozum.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  George and I have a great … [Read more...]

Good Fridays w/Padre: Metaphor

The Lord

Football is legendarily the “game of inches.”  But so is life.  We do not win all at once.  We win inches at a time.  There is no such thing as a one quarter victory.  We play for 60 minutes, just as we live for all the years God has appointed for us.  Every down is an opportunity – no punt is a loss.  Every day is an opportunity – no setback is the end of hope. Just as we always have hope in our team, we must always have hope that tomorrow will be a better day. We can always achieve what is … [Read more...]