ZENIT – Pontiff Lauds Efforts to End Death Penalty

I am always curious why so many otherwise traditional Catholics consider this idea such a “threat” somehow.  The death penalty has not been proven to eliminate or even slow down/deter crime, and many times costs the state far more than life imprisonment.

We also take away the opportunity to see honest conversions of heart–and they do sometimes occur. We live in a day and age when those on death row or in maximum security prisons are extremely unlikely to ever escape. So is it just that we want vengeance?  “Eye for eye, tooth for tooth” justice?  If not, then what is it that we want?

I would hasten to say that this does not apply to military actions, war crimes or immediate threats such as bin Laden was.  Those in fact are cases of self or national defense and those conducting such actions are to be commended, I believe.

But most death penalty cases are not in that category. A first degree murderer or even a serial killer can be locked away with no opportunity for parole.  We must still be a very bloodthirsty people if we want more than that.

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¡ Viva Cristo Rey !: Blessed Miguel Pro, S.J. NEVER TAKE OUR LIVES FOR GRANTED–Happy Thanksgiving to all my wonderful family and friends!!!

NOTE: This post is not original to me but I wanted to re-post it in full rather than just link to it…it is from the the site http://guardduty.wordpress.com/ and full credit is given to them for this wonderful article on a brave and saintly priest.  

¡ Viva Cristo Rey !: Blessed Miguel Pro, S.J.

Posted by ⋅ February 7, 2007 ⋅ 2 Comments

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Miguel Pro was born January 13, 1891 in Guadalupe, Mexico to the mining family of Miguel and Josefa Pro. As a boy he was an outgoing, fun-loving, practical joker. At family gatherings he was the musician who played the guitar or mandolin. He wasn’t especially religious as a young man. For a while he was rather cool to his religion. But he felt called to the priesthood and when he was 20 years old, entered the Jesuit seminary.

1910 was the start of a revolution in Mexico that was especially hostile to the Catholic Church. By 1914 the fighting came close to the Jesuit seminary. Its rector decided to hide anything of value, provide all the Jesuits with street clothes, and evacuate the premises. On August 15th Miguel and his companions left town and eventually wound up in Laredo, Texas. From there they journeyed to Jesuit houses in California, Nicaragua, Spain and Belgium where he was finally ordained a priest in 1925. Miguel returned to Mexico in 1926. Within weeks the government prohibited all public church services and ordered the arrest of all priests. Father Miguel started to work undercover as a priest and secretly brought people communion.

Two of Father Miguel’s brothers were active in the resistance and belonged to the Religious Defense League. A few times Miguel was thrown into jail with his brothers but was able to be released. Finally the police issued a warrant for his arrest. Fr. Pro responded by going about in disguise. Once he dressed as a mechanic in order to preach to a group of taxi drivers. Another time, when the police were chasing him down a busy street, he ran up to a young woman, locked arms with her and whispered, “Help me, I’m a priest.” The young woman obliged and the “couple” walked away unnoticed.

The way Father Pro usually travelled around town was by bicycle. He would stop and give communion to parishioners in one place, then go off to another to hear confessions, perform marriages or visit the sick. He also distributed food and clothing to the poor.

On November 13, 1927 a car drove up alongside the car of the Mexican President General Calles and tossed a bomb at him. The General escaped without injury but was determined to punish his attackers. Police discovered that the rebels’ car at one time belonged to Miguel’s brother Humberto Pro. Though all the Pro brothers had solid alibis, they were all marked men. A couple of days after the bombing Father Pro was celebrating Mass for a group of sisters. After Mass he told the Mother Superior: “Some time ago, Sister, I offered my life to God as a sacrifice for Mexico. This morning at Mass I felt that he had accepted it.” The police soon captured the three brothers and without a trial they were sentenced to death by firing squad. In jail Father Pro counseled his brothers, the other prisoners and even the jailer.

General Calles wanted to make an example of Father Pro and his brothers. He invited the press, photographers and others to attend the execution. He hoped to portray Mexican Catholics as cowards.

Father Pro was the first prisoner led out to execution. One of the policemen who had arrested him turned, and with tears in his eyes, begged Father Pro to forgive him for what he had done. Father Pro put his arm around the policeman’s shoulders and said, “You not only have my forgiveness, you also have my thanks.” The priest also asked God’s pardon for all the police assigned to the firing squad…

Inside the prison courtyard, General Cruz granted Father Miguel Pro’s final request to have a few moments for prayer. Father Pro knelt silently for two minutes then stood up. He was offfered a blindfold but refused. Instead he stretched out his arms in the form of a cross and said in a loud voice, “Viva, Cristo Rey” (“Long live Christ the King!”) Shots rang out from the firing squad and Father Pro fell to the ground. He was still breathing, so General Cruz walked over and fired a final rifle shot to the priest’s head…

Sometime before his death, Father Pro told a friend, “If I ever get arrested and wind up in Heaven, get ready to ask me for favors.” He also joked that if he came upon any somber-looking saints in heaven, he would do a Mexican hat dance to cheer them up. At his funeral an old blind woman in the crowd who came to touch his body left with her sight restored. Others testified to his miraculous help within a week of his death…

- From a homily by Father Peter Grace, CP Saint Ann’s Basilica, Scranton, PA

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Patrick Madrid: Bd. Miguel Pro, modern martyr

…Because the Church had been driven underground, Pro received permission from his superiors to return to Mexico incognito and to carry on his ministry undercover. He slipped into Mexico City and immediately began celebrating Mass and distributing the sacraments, often under imminent threat of discovery by a police force charged with the task of ferreting out hidden pockets of Catholicism.

Pro had many narrow escapes. Once, after celebrating Mass in a home, he received just enough warning to be able to slip out a side door before the police surrounded the place. With characteristic bravado, Pro changed into a police inspector’s uniform (one of the many disguises he made use of while eluding authorities) and went back to the very house where the police were busy hunting for him. Swaggering up to the policeman in charge, Pro demanded to know why they hadn’t yet succeeded in capturing “that rascal Pro.” None the wiser, the abashed officer promised to redouble the search efforts.

Another time, Pro was in a taxi being pursued through the streets of Mexico City by several police cars. Ordering the driver to slow down as he rounded a corner, Pro rolled out of the car, lit a cigar, and began strolling arm in arm with an attractive (and startled) young woman. When the police roared by, in hot pursuit of the now Pro-less taxi, they paid no attention to the romantic young couple on the sidewalk.

He became known throughout the city as the undercover priest who would show up in the middle of the night, dressed as a beggar or a street sweeper, to baptize infants, hear confessions, distribute Communion, or perform marriages. Several times, disguised as a policeman, he slipped unnoticed into the police headquarters itself to bring the sacraments to Catholic prisoners before their executions. Using clandestine meeting places, a wardrobe of disguises (including policeman, chauffeur, garage mechanic, farm laborer, and playboy), and coded messages to the underground Catholics who received his notes signed “Cocol,” Pro carried on his priestly work for the Mexican faithful under his care…

Robert Royal: Father Miguel Pro: A Mexican Hero

…Thousands of Catholics died in the same anti-Catholic wave, though few people anywhere, especially in the United States, remember their martyrdom today. President Calles was not only wrong about how Pro would die, he was wrong about Mexico as a whole. Though anti-clerical propaganda long tried to portray the Mexican clergy as corrupt, few of them, few enough to count on one hand, renounced the Faith or caved in to government pressures, even facing death. They all showed a heroic faith so deep that many, like Christ, calmly forgave their executioners before they died.

Americans who go to Mexico today rightly think of it as among the most Catholic nations on earth. Churches and religious festivals are everywhere. Most Mexicans are deeply devout and specially attached to Our Lady of Guadalupe. It is hard to believe that for several decades the Mexican people were subjected to religious outrages equal to anything that even Communism and Nazism perpetrated.

In fact, President Calles admired both the Communists and Hitler. However foolish it might seem from the outside to outlaw Catholicism in a country like Mexico, he banned Masses, expelled the whole Mexican hierarchy, and ordered massacres of simple believers who frequented churches in the absence of the clergy. The governor of the state of Tabasco, Tomas Garrido Canabal was so fanatical in his hatred of the Church that he named his children Lenin, Lucifer, and Satan. We get a good sense of what it was like for Catholics under Canabal’s reign of terror in Tabasco in Catholic novelist Graham Greene’s The Power and the Glory. Greene had visited Mexico and seen the situation first-hand.

Father Pro, then, knew very well what he was risking when, operating underground, he continued saying Mass, hearing confessions, and running “Communion stations” around Mexico City. Thousands came secretly to the sacraments. By a providential combination of circumstances, he was the perfect man for the job. As a young boy he had always loved plays and practical jokes. His natural talents as an actor served him well when he had to deceive the police.

Pro would dress up as a dapper young man when he spoke with women’s groups; the police didn’t expect a priest to be so stylish. If he was visiting car mechanics or drivers, he put on overalls. In one case, he was bringing the Blessed Sacrament to a house where plainclothes detectives were waiting outside. Not wishing to give them the satisfaction of stopping him, he pretended to flash an officer’s badge. The detectives saluted him as he left the house, mission accomplished.

Like many other martyrs, even in jail Pro ministered heroically to the other prisoners. He led them in prayers and songs and kept up everyone’s spirits. The night before he died, he gave his mattress to a sick prisoner while he himself slept on the cell floor.

When Pro’s body, along with his brother Humberto’s, who had also been executed, was taken back to his father’s house, the elder Pro showed the kind of family the Jesuit had sprung from. He ordered no one to mourn, because, he said, there was nothing sorrowful in such heroic deaths. Though the Mexican government had forbidden any public demonstrations, 20,000 ordinary Mexicans crowded into the streets outside the Pro’s home for the funeral.

As the coffins were brought out, someone shouted: “Make way for the martyrs.” The crowd fell silent. But as the coffins were driven through the streets, there were shouts of Viva Cristo Rey! everywhere…

See also: Catholic Forum: Miguel Augustin Pro Catholic Online: Blessed Miguel Pro: A Martyr for Our Times Off The Record: The Legacy

Olivier Lelibre: The Cristeros: 20th Century Mexico’s Catholic Uprising

Recommended Sites: Blessed Miguel Pro, S.J. Blessed Miguel Pro: Viva Christo Rey The Persecution of Roman Catholics During the Mexican Revolution

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Generosity of Minnesota (and other) Republicans

To some of you on both sides of
the aisle those are quite possibly fighting words. Why?  Because those on the left would never wish to
admit such a thing, and those on the right might be thinking “well DUH” since
you are personally very generous and do not understand why that was even a
question in the first place.  So read
on…if you dare.

First of all I am not writing
this for a “political war” with the battleground being my FB page or blog.  I have friends and family on both sides of
almost every issue, and many of them are on this page.  So please save the turf wars for another
time. Nor am I looking for anyone to attempt to change or re-arrange me.  At age (nearly) 56 I do not think my body or
my soul can stand much more of that anyway. But awhile back, late spring or
early summer, some of you may have noticed a difference in my political
posturing, and, if really observant, that I now list my party affiliation as
GOP.  Gasp indeed. Having been a lifelong
Democrat, I found it hard to even type those letters the first time. The reason
for that is that, in reality, my politics have not actually changed all that
much.  I am still a moderate and would
vote across party lines in a minute if the candidate in question seemed to
support my understanding of the issues.
My moderation thus continues.

So why did I switch? I believe,
as Jon Voight, known by my generation as the “Midnight Cowboy” and by later
generations as “Angelina’s dad,” stated very succinctly when I heard him speak
at the 2008 Republican Convention held here in the Twin Cities, just down the
road from where I work and worship. He said he felt “left behind” by the
Democrats.  So do I. I have a strong
desire for social justice, and for taking care of the ‘least of these.”  Unlike some Republicans I believe we need to
do those things and not depend on the supposed “good will” of churches or
private organizations.  What I question,
however, is how we go about doing it when our moneys are literally being
flushed down the toilet daily by bureaucrats in Washington, DC. And, to be
sure, this happens too across party lines.
But I only see one party even attempting to fight it without putting an
additional burden on the American people. So gradually I have found my thinking
adjusted more and more when people such as Secretary of the Treasury Timothy
Geithner are happily re-appointed and when our President, who I do actually
respect on many levels, cheerfully speaks to roaring crowds and somewhat (in my
opinion) arrogantly states that it will be easier for him to win “this time”
than before.  This when the country is
not getting more economically stable, when jobs are still sent over the waves
to China or India and the business climate virtually does not exist anymore in
the United States.  These are things he
promised to change.  And they are the
main reason he was elected in fact.

Add to that the issues of horrors
such as partial birth abortion, which he actively supports, and the whole new
wave of hidden abortions caused by embryonic stem cell research, again vigorously
supported by President Obama, as well as his willingness to involve us
militarily in Libya and continue military policies that have created the
longest standing wars (undeclared or not) in United States history.  It can be argued, and fairly so, that he did
not create many of these situations (other than Libya obviously).  But he has not brought solutions either, at
least not ones that can achieve bipartisan support.  He talks smoothly and causes the Republicans
to yell in frustration, and sits back smiling as they of course look like the
“bad guys” as a result.  This very
brilliant man is not unaware of the power of his eloquence either.  Before he gave his famous 2004 keynote speech
to the Democratic National Convention,  giving him immediate national recognition, he
bragged to a friend, Marty Nesbitt, that his words that night would ignite the
nation and bring him to public prominence similar to a rock star*.  And they did. He came across, at least to me,
as “America’s best kept secret.”  But it
was a secret he already knew.

My purpose in all of this is not
to condemn the President, who has arguably the hardest job in the world today most
likely.  However it is to point out that
words and body language do not make a leader. And, while this President inherited
a world that is as ugly and frightening as any since I have been on this earth,
I do not believe that an entire party, nearly half of the American citizens, is
just stubbornly refusing to ever listen to him and are therefore all evil.  Some of that wickedness of course does exist.
But when distinguished public servants such as US Representative Maxine Waters
tell movements within the GOP they can “go straight to hell” that is not
exactly the height of cooperation either.
And while not calling myself a Tea Partyer just yet, I do find myself
intrigued at how often some of this grassroots movement makes sense to me in a
fragile economic world that will not be able to support even the
best of social programs one day soon if changes are not made, and drastic ones
at that.

So back to this original
statement regarding generosity…  I have
friends who are reading this who have shown incredible and undeserved bigheartedness
to me at times. Some are Democrats, and some are GOP. But they all are decent
and hardworking Americans. I have brave hearted military friends, such as
Joshua Revak, who have cared enough about me to call me out on my nonsense at
times when I have faltered and then followed up by loving me profusely when I
needed it most.  I have other friends on
my FB page such as Bob Rogers who are not particularly sympathetic to
Republicans but who care about me anyway, even as he watches me go down what I
am sure he considers to be a slippery slope.
Kindness exists in both groups.
Bitchiness and bastardly conduct do as well. That said, those traits alone
then cannot be my final consideration when choosing party affiliations.

The bottom line is not which
party represents me perfectly.  Neither
one does. But which one represents the best general direction of the nation at
this crucial time?  Today I happen to believe
it is Lincoln’s.  Ten years from now, if
the Democrats write a new platform and clean up their act in a few areas, I may
once again think otherwise.  I will keep
you posted (if I am still able to type at that time, that is!). Until then I am
a GOP moderate and not ashamed of it. Deal, people. You dealt with my coming
out, becoming celibate and my move to Catholicism, and even my ups and downs
since.  So this should be a breeze.

Speaking of generous, this fall,
in fact next week, the area’s Republicans are sponsoring a Regional conference
here in MN.  I am going.  It normally costs $300 to attend. I had ruled
out going due to finances but on the very last day I could apply, I suddenly learned
of a scholarship program and won a full scholarship. How generous is that??? It
probably did not hurt that I name dropped my friend Revak on the application either.  I will hear speakers such as the new national
GOP chair Reince Priebus, as well as Karl Rove and many local leaders as well.
I do not plan to be brainwashed either.
I will take home with me what makes sense to me, and leave the rest at
the hotel. But I owe it to them to at least listen, just as I have often argued
that Republicans need to listen to President Obama much more. At least when he
makes sense—and sometimes he does.

Perhaps my beliefs have not
actually changed so much after all.  I am
still willing to hear both sides, and as stated to vote across party lines when
appropriate.  But I find it hard to
dismiss a whole group and do so by name calling or condemning them to eternal
fire (as if I had the right to do so anyway!).
Wish me well.  And to my
Democratic friends, feel free to pray for my plunge into insanity if you must.  But do not pray I become a Democrat
again.  Just pray that I be, as so many I
have mentioned here, a generous and caring friend of all Americans, even if I
am going about it in a way that you do not happen to agree with.

Your comments are welcome, by the
way.  But insults are not. Not from
either side.  And I do know how to use
the delete button.  Thanks.

 

*According to Obama friend Marty
Nesbitt, the two were walking together later that afternoon before the speech,
and when Nesbitt likened him to a rock star because of the crowd growing behind
them, Obama replied: “Yeah, if you think it’s bad today, wait until
tomorrow…My speech is pretty good.”

See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004_Democratic_National_Convention_keynote_address#Convention  for more on this speech and its implications.

Blessed Veteran’s Day!!!

I cannot in any way begin to thank the many veterans, both living in this world and the next, for the sacrifices they and their families have made for my freedom.  So on this day I will just say a very inadequate but heartfelt THANK YOU for your gifts to me and to all of us.

If you are not aware, the Catholic Church has its own very complete website, Mission Capodanno, which is full of great resources for veterans, their families, and those who wish to stay informed and pray more effectively for our brave men and women in uniform.  Please check out this link:  http://www.missioncapodanno.org/ to learn more.  And again thank you with all my heart and soul.