I believe that civil discourse requires the respect of all participants. It shouldn’t diminish one’s moral worth or create hostility. It requires modesty and an appreciation for one another’s experiences.

My idea of a good life may be contrary to yours. As a Christian, I believe that Christianity helps form a good life. I also believe that having children and raising them to become responsible adults is valuable to our society. I want to control the proliferation of guns in our country. I want to see the use of renewable energy become commonplace. And I want all life to be respected; not just unborn babies. You may be Hindu or Buddhist or Jewish or Muslim and believe that helps form a good life. You may think that marriage should only be between heterosexual couples. You may doubt the existence of Global Warming and be a card-carrying member of the NRA. Can we live in harmony? Can we agree to disagree?
I believe the answer is yes! As a citizen I must not talk about, nor insist, on my concept of the good life in public discourse or political debate. My idea of a good life is a private matter and forcing my views of what constitutes a good life assumes that others’ ideas are inferior to mine.
There is a huge chasm between what is right for me and what is just for society.
I’ve been holding my tongue during this presidential election. I refuse to argue with neighbors, friends and family. I walk away from the water cooler conversations at the office. I am saddened that our country has become so divided and the candidates in turn are so divisive. Perhaps it’s easier just to throw insults and make false accusations than to deal with the real challenges our nation and world face today. We are all keenly aware of how harmful bullying is on the playground and in the classroom. Employers and educators have adopted zero-tolerance policies concerning sexual harassment and verbal abuse. Should we expect less from our political candidates? The future leaders of our nation?
Consider the words of Saint Theresa of Kolkata : “Peace begins with a smile.”
I’ll just smile and keep my mouth shut and vote on November 8th.
Peace,
Denis

But grace comes when we least expect it (and perhaps when we most need it). My daughter and her family had joined us for mass yesterday, and just as I was feeling the most anger and disillusionment, my granddaughter Anna wrapped her arm around mine and leaned her sweet head on my chest. A simple loving gesture. Maybe she just wanted to let me know that I was loved. Maybe she just needed to feel loved. Whatever the reason, that moment was sublime. I felt my anger and frustration dissipate as her love flowed over me. I came to mass yesterday to read scripture and to hear the Gospel. Turns out it was spoken to me without any words.
My Mom runs the show at her house. She will be 87 this year and remains in the know about politics, current events, style and fashion trends. For someone not afforded an education she is smarter than most women that I know and Dad knows not to mess with Mom.
He recently left for a one-year, unaccompanied, remote assignment. Which means that he’s far away from home and his wife and daughters are left behind. Of course, there are worse jobs and there are tougher and more dangerous assignments but this is our son and it’s personal. And I’m feeling a little melancholy.
Last week our newest granddaughter Gwendolyn Elizabeth was baptized. Our good friend Deacon Gary baptized her; as he has baptized our four other grandchildren. It was beautiful celebration of God’s love for us. I was reminded (once again) that Baptism isn’t just for the baby being Christened but for the entire family gathered to experience the sacrament. We all renewed our faith and promised to help Gwen in her spiritual journey. As Gary so eloquently pointed out, Gwen really had no idea what was happening to her but our love and support would give her a foundation on which to build a life-long relationship with God. So with parents and siblings and Godparents and grandparents and great-grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins and friends, Gwen was welcomed into a new life in Christ. And we were all blessed.
Baptism doesn’t end with the sacrament. This will be the beginning of Gwen’s life as a disciple of Christ. She was presented for Baptism but her parents and Godparents will bear the responsibility for her formation. We will all support their efforts in raising her as a Christian but ultimately she will have to choose to accept her faith as an adult.
Right now we need more love in this world. Sadly the tragedy in Orlando has created a swirl of political debate about gun control, terrorism, radical Islamism, LGBT rights, and police response. Whereas I firmly believe in a ban on all assault weapons and I abhor terrorism and violence of all kinds, I believe we may be missing the point. The fact remains that 49 people were massacred and an additional 53 people were injured, some critically. How does so much hate; so much rage fill someone’s heart? And as a society are we partially to blame? Have we developed such a cavalier attitude in our nation toward gun violence that we can just accept the fact that these people were an unfortunate casualty? Surely not.
When our first granddaughter was born I didn’t know that one tiny little creature could possess such transformative powers. But she changed my life forever. She made me realize in so many ways that life is worth living and that our world needs more love, especially the kind that little girls bring. Maurice Chevalier sang “Thank Heaven for Little Girls” and I do. I thank God each day for my beautiful granddaughters. They are kind, brave, smart, and loving little girls. Someday they will become women who are kind, brave, smart and loving. And they will make our world a better place. These granddaughters of mine might do great things. These granddaughters of mine might create new inventions, cure diseases, save the environment, create peace in our world, and be remembered throughout all of history as heroines. None of that matters to me because they are already my heroes. Their joy fills my soul.