The approach of Easter reminds me that Mom liked to chastise me for not sitting through three hours of services on Good Friday. “You’ll sit in a movie for three hours,” she would say pointing her finger at me, “but God forbid, you should sit in church for three hours.” Now I spend my idle moments questioning why it is that I much prefer sitting in the Ritz Theater with a big bag of popcorn to a nice afternoon at Stations of the Cross.
I read an unassuming obituary the other day, as unassuming as the man whose death notice it conveyed. Dr. Folgorite Giorgio had been our dentist in another time that might as well have been in another galaxy.
I was reading a portion of Graham Greene’s old autobiography dealing with his visits to pre-Castro Cuba. No one mentions Cuba much anymore. Normalizing relations with Cuba has proved more difficult than making progress on same sex-marriage or legalizing marijuana.
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. But what do we really know about St. Valentine himself? After researching Catholic Online and The Christian Broadcasting Network, I discovered that though there were at least three St. Valentines, the one whose feast day is Feb. 14th was a priest who lived in the third century during the reign of Claudius.