A world event which has gained a great deal of attention in the last few weeks is the Synod on the Family. Much speculation and even controversy has come from this. One problem with the reporting on such events is that much of the media has little or no knowledge of how the Church functions on a day-to-day basis.
The word synod is defined as “a coming together.” There are many different types of synods from the diocesan level to the universal level. Of course, this Synod on the Family is at the universal level. Its function is to offer counsel to the pope and the curia on how to handle a specific aspect of the faith or Catholic life. Continue Reading…
If you ever took the Archer Avenue bus to go downtown, somewhere past Ashland Avenue, you will remember that the bus goes over a little tributary of the Chicago River. It is just a branch—kind of a dead-end little section—with old rusting warehouses and sheds and ruins of brick factories forming the background. And lining the scrabbly edge of the water thick with dirt and debris there are the usual weedy trees of paradise along with hundreds of scrubby bushes.
(It has always intrigued me that the favorite tree of dumps and coal yards and abandoned dead-ends is called the Tree of Paradise.) Anyway on one particular day—I was taking the Archer Avenue bus. I was looking out from the bus window looking at all the old buildings—and when we rode over that very spot of the river, I looked down and I noticed bubbles popping on the surface of the water—as if it were starting to rain. Bubbles here and there—all over. I looked up and the sky was clear. I couldn’t figure this out.