I’m thinking of writing a country song called “Barack Obama Done Stole My Heart.” And, as you all reel in shock and horror, let me specify that this would not be a loving tribute to the Commander in Chief, but rather a lament that, given our country’s steady saunter towards socialism, I’ve become sadly cynical about any effort that is supposedly aimed at helping “the poor.” (Actually, there might be exceptions, because I do think that the poor in this country suffer greatly, but it is a suffering born primarily out of the totally degraded social conditions under which they live. So I don’t sneer at job training programs or marriage education, but mostly the programs I hear about seem aimed towards offering handouts of one kind or another, many of them no doubt to people who ought to be working.)
A classic example of what I hate cropped up at Mass recently where, at the Archbishop’s request, all the parishes have been playing a recorded message basically asking us to give money to the archdiocese. Now, in the first place, playing a recording seems tacky to me. If you want to send a letter for pastors to read out, fine. But do we have to have a little commercial, complete with cheesy, recorded music? It’s just not dignified.
St. Louis-Marie de Montfort,
Pope St. Pius X,
St. Joseph,
St. Ambrose of Milan,
St. Thomas Aquinas,
St. Francis (and St. Clare),
St. Catherine of Siena,
St. Alphonsus Ligouri,
St. John Chrysostom,