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Every thing hath ende.
~ Geoffrey Chaucer

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Note to Amber: The Stuff of Nursing

And so we should see Christ in others, and nothing else, and love them. There can never be enough of it.
~ Dorothy Day

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Sola Which Scriptura? Of Asterisks, Additions, and Authority

I would not believe in the Gospel, had not the authority of the Catholic Church already moved me.
 ~ St. Augustine

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I Don’t Want to Brag, But…

It was Boasting Paul the end of last week at Mass. “Since many boast according to the flesh,” Paul wrote the Corinthians in Friday’s first reading, “I too will boast.” He’s all apologetic about it, excusing himself for “speaking in foolishness” like an “insane person,” but he goes at it with relish. Beatings, shipwrecks, imprisonments, and persecutions of every kind. Sure, as we heard on Saturday, he could also boast of spiritual highs, but they were tempered by a “thorn in the flesh” that Paul received to keep him from becoming “too elated.”

All those hardships and suffering were for the “sake of Christ,” Paul assures us, and “when I am weak, then I am strong.” Sure, sure, I get that. But it was the boasting that was rattling around my head when I stopped by the bank Saturday morning. In the course of my exchange with the bank teller, I casually mentioned that I don’t text.

“No?” she asked.

“Nope,” I happily boasted. “No texting, no i-gizmo. I have a flip phone, but it’s in my glove compartment.”

Then I waited for the payoff. “That’s great. You’re lucky.”

That’s pretty much the response I get every time I brag about my self-imposed digital deprivation, and I have to confess that I love it every time. To top it off, as I was leaving the bank’s parking lot on Saturday morning, I caught Kai Ryssdal on NPR’s “Marketplace” saying something about downloading podcasts or some such, and I sighed with great satisfaction. I’ve never downloaded a podcast in my life – or an app, or anything else on one of those pocket-sized computers. I’m blissfully unaware of how that whole portable cyber-realm operates, and I’ve no interest in getting up to speed.

The reason relates to Paul’s boasts of weakness. “According to a 2017 study from the Pew Research Center,” writes former app addict Liz Zarka, “46 percent of smartphone owners said they couldn’t live without their phones, and research centers report that the average cell phone user touches their device about 2,617 times a day.” I have addiction problems in my family tree, and I saw red flags waving all over the place when cell phones and their smart descendants started appearing everywhere. Total abstinence seemed the safest route for me, and I’ve not seen any evidence that I erred in that assessment.

So, yes, I’ll happily boast to you about my freedom from cellular serfdom, but it’s a boast with no judgment, no self-righteous edge. It’s a confession, really: I’m weak. Going without a smart device is a link to some kind of strength.
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Of Baby Spit-Up, Paternity, and Piety: St. Juliana Falconieri (1270-1341)

Take care not to perform righteous deeds in order that people may see them (Mt 6.1).

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An Embarrassment of Rich(ard)s: My Quest for a Namesake

The patron saint provides a model of charity;
we are assured of his intercession (CCC 2156)

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Respect for the Dead: Here’s a Way to Normalize It for Kids

It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood.
~ Fred Rogers

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St. Stephen of Sweden: Of Odin, Evangelism, and the Ascension

The blood of Christians is seed.
~ Tertullian

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A Saint for Pirate-y Things: St. Symeon of Syracuse

Aargh, me hearties!

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Still Plenty Fallible: John XXI and the True Gift of the Papacy

When Christ at a symbolic moment was establishing His great society, He chose for its cornerstone neither the brilliant Paul nor the mystic John, but a shuffler, a snob, a coward – in a word, a man.
~ G.K. Chesterton

Don’t look now, but there’s a pontiff missing. Maybe two.

Take a look at any reliable list of popes and tally those who took the name of John. You’ll come up with a count of 21, and yet the last bona fide pope by that name was St. John XXIII.

What gives?

Well, let’s just say it’s pretty complicated – in truth, very complicated. If you want the details, you’ll find a good overview on a Wikipedia page dedicated to the whole mess (yes, the numbering of Pope Johns has its own page), but it really boils down to a single pivotal papal goof.

The guy who we now remember as Pope John XXI was actually the nineteenth of that regnal name in the authentic Petrine line. Born in Portugal around 1215, the future pontiff, Pedro Julião, studied theology and medicine at the University of Paris, and his clerical rise coincided with his work as a physician. For a time, he taught medicine in Siena, and even served as personal physician to Pope Gregory X – the same pope who went on to appoint the learned doctor as Cardinal Bishop of Tusculum in 1273.

Gregory’s successor, Pope Adrian V, passed away in 1276 after a monthlong pontificate, and Cardinal Julião was elected to assume the papal mantle, choosing the name John. “He styled himself ‘XXI’,” writes church historian Hans Kühner, “as he assumed, incorrectly, an anti-pope, ‘John XX’, who in fact never existed.”

There it is: one of our missing popes – an apostolic cipher! The other one is John “XVI,” an antipope whose regnal number was retained as a sort of placeholder in the official rolls. Despite this knotty kerfuffle in continuity, John XXI seems to have capably carried out his papal duties, addressing internal ecclesial matters, for instance, brokering peace in the West, and reaching out to the Christian East.

However, he spent much of his short reign (8 months) pursuing his academic interests – medicine, theology, philosophy – and he even had a private study built for that purpose at the papal palace in Viterbo. Unfortunately, that study collapsed on the pope without warning on 20 May 1277, and he died as the result of his injuries.

For me, as a convert, the tale of John XXI is a valuable reminder of the indisputable datum that popes are fully human – and often bumblers, just like me. Yes, popes are the living signs of Church unity (LG 23), and, yes, they speak with the voice of Peter guided by the Holy Spirit when it comes to faith and morals. These were teachings that were so important in my conversion, as was the dogma of papal infallibility under certain circumstances. Yet, this infallibility only “extends as far as the deposit of divine Revelation itself” (CCC 891), and if we ever need confirmation of that limitation, John “XXI” and his mistaken moniker are conveniently emblazoned in the historical record for everyone’s elucidation.

Of course, Pope John can’t be blamed for not knowing about the sequencing and labeling blunders of his predecessors – any more than he can be blamed for not knowing of his private study’s structural weaknesses. But that’s the point, isn’t it? It’s not the Holy Spirit’s job to superintend such mundane matters, important as they may be. Instead, they’re up to us, with God’s grace, to sort out best we can. We do so by drawing on our talents, knowledge, and experience, cooperating with each other (including the pope) in promoting the common good, and embracing the lessons from our mistakes – either immediately, or, as a people, down the road.

And that last point is another lesson from John XXI: What happens in the Church today (including what popes do [or don’t do]) isn’t just about us – that is, those who happen to be living in the present. It’s only with hindsight that we can look back and account for John XXI’s self-referential and other slip-ups, but it’s also only with hindsight that we can look back and appreciate his positive accomplishments – and even those could be open to debate.

Yet, there’s no question that the same hindsight helps us see that John XXI, like all legitimate heirs to St. Peter, gave us a gift simply by accepting his office, for in so doing he became a living link in a chain of succession that not only connects us to Christ, but also embodies our connection to each other in Christ’s one Church. Ubi Petrus, ibi Ecclesia goes the Latin epigram – where Peter is, there is the Church – and it doesn’t much matter if we like him or how he carries out his duties. It doesn’t even matter what name he takes – or what number.

What matters, I think, is that pray for him. Like any fallible man, he needs us to.
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A version of this reflection appeared on Catholic Exchange.

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