Dorothy Cummings McLean
Dorothy Cummings McLean is a Canadian writer living abroad and the author of two books, Ceremony of Innocence and Seraphic Singles.
There just needs to be more attention paid to annulments
Before I discuss the latest sex scandal to shock the faithful Catholics of Britain, I want to assure you that I am keeping my own sins before my eyes. I do this not to excuse England’s Bishop Kieran Conry, but to take some profit from his bad example, to find the silver lining of contrition in the dark cloud of hypocrisy.
My husband and I fled Scotland during the run-up to the independence referendum and took refuge in the beautiful Italian seaside village of Santa Marinella. Santa Marinella is 40 minutes north-west of Rome, so we travelled into the capital daily to forget our political worries amid Rome’s cobble-stoned streets, lavish palaces, ancient churches and juicy gossip.
Dear Grade Nines,
The other day one of my high school friends posted the following on Facebook: “Enough of this (stuff). I want to go back to Grade 8 and start again please.”
Christianity began in western Asia, in what we now call the Middle East. The Church was born at Jerusalem on Pentecost, and it spread both east and west.
“Oh dear,” said I to my husband. “In this letter, Fr. Fitzgerald thinks I have somehow dissed the Ontario Catholic schools by doubting the Catholicism of the Santa Barbara killer’s California private school.”
I was a child when John Lennon was shot and killed in New York. My mother asked me not to remember the name of Lennon’s killer, as the reason he had shot the musician was to be remembered. And since that day I have done my best not to remember or repeat the names of those who kill for fame.
When I first went to Krakow I was overwhelmed by the expectation that I wanted to hear about the Holocaust. I now understand this was because most North American tourists know the city as the backdrop to the film Schindler’s List. But back then I walked through the “Jewish Quarter” with increasing unease as my guides cheerfully pointed out the Jewish secondary school (closed 1939, never reopened), the kosher restaurants, the “working” synagogue and the kosher ice-cream stand. They found this last amusing.
KRAKOW, POLAND - The morning weather forecast for Krakow predicted rain and storms. I sat on my bed in the monastery and gazed at my tablet in dismay.
There’s a new document on the Vatican web site called “From Conflict to Communion: Lutheran-Catholic Common Commemoration of the Reformation in 2017.” It was quoted on Facebook by a friend who took umbrage at the following sentence: