Sunday, November 1, 2026
All Saints Day
Wednesday, October 28, 2026
31 Grace-Filled Years
On October 28, 212, the Roman Emperor Constantine defeated his rival at the battle of the Milvian Bridge, an event of world-historical significance for western civilization and for the future of Christianity.
Sometime in the next few centuries, October 28 became the feast of the Apostles Simon and Jude, the latter the patron of desperate situations.
Fast forward to October 28, 1886, on which day the Statue of Liberty was dedicated by U.S. President Grover Cleveland. That statue still stands on an island in New York Harbor and was the monument which greeted generations of immigrants to this country, including my four grandparents.
On October 28, 1922, Mussolini's Fascists began their "March on Rome." Two days later, King Vittorio Emmanuele III appointed Mussolini Prime Minister, and under il Duce's leadership Italy began its own tragic march to despotism, world war, and then civil war. Thanks to the U.S. 14th Amendment, my parents were already American citizens by birth,
On October 28, 1965, the Second Vatican Council issued Nostra Aetate, the Council's "Declaration on the Relation of the Church to Non-Christian Religions," which truly transformed the Church's relationship with the modern world.
Finally, on October 28, 1995, at Saint Peter's Church, Toronto, I was ordained a priest. Compared to all of the above, that was an event little noted nor long remembered - except by me, for whom it was the fulfillment of long-delayed aspiration and the beginning of a most fulfilling ministry and life.
Celebrating my 30th anniversary last year, I recalled "an amazingly grace-filled path, punctuated by daily Masses, Sunday Masses, school Masses, Spanish Masses, Italian Masses, Wedding Masses, Funeral Masses, an amazingly grace-filled path from Toronto to New York, to Knoxville, now back to New York: singing Christmas carols on Bloor Street and blessing Saint Anthony’s Bread, living through the soul-searing sadness of 9/11 and the welcome comfort of weekly breakfasts with parishioners at the Flame, the spiritual uplift of pilgrimages to famous shrines and a summer spent studying at Windsor Castle, the challenge of walking for miles in the pre-dawn dark at World Youth Day in Cologne, and the adventures of saint-school in Rome, then pastor of Knoxville’s historic and beautiful first parish church, and the amazing adventure of chairing meetings, paying bills, replacing a boiler, restoring the church ceiling and climbing the scaffolding to touch a century-old ceiling painting, blogging, e-mailing, and eventually even live-streaming, teaching and learning, preaching, praying with the sick, baptizing babies, burying the dead, caring for a cemetery, now doing some of the same but on a much smaller scale as superior of this wonderful community – all the time being challenged and stretched in ways I had hardly ever expected."
A year later, what more can anyone say?
Let the Church's liturgy have the final word:
For the glory of your name, O Lord, I have joyfully celebrated the mystery of faith to mark the anniversary of my priestly ordination, so that I may be in truth what I have handled mystically in this sacrifice. Through Christ our Lord. Amen. (Postcommunion Prayer, Votive Mass on the Anniversary of Ordination).
Photo: Bishop Attila Miklósházy, SJ, Bishop of Hungarian Emigrants, lays hands on me at my priestly ordination, Saint Peter's Church, Toronto, October 28, 1995.
Monday, October 26, 2026
Embracing the Winter Dark
Despite the way it is obsessively presented, "Daylight Saving Time" does not give us an extra hour of daylight, as is so often alleged. It just reallocates the existing amount of daylight, giving us darker mornings and brighter evenings - fine for wealthy golfers but not so fine for farmers who rise for work early and schoolchildren who have to wait for the bus in dangerously dark streets. Modern society has in so many ways de-linked us from nature and our natural biological rhythms. "Daylight Saving Time" just makes it that much worse, a further de-linking of our official, social, civilizational time from natural time.
Saturday, October 24, 2026
Fruitlands (The Book)
Fruitlands (the place) was a utopian community established in June 1843 by New England Transcendentalists Bronson Alcott (1799-1888) and Charles Lane (1800-1870) that lasted until January 1844. Lane purchased what was known as the Wyman farm and its 90 acres, which also included a dilapidated house and barn in Harvard, Massachusetts. Residents were committed to what today would be called a vegan diet, drinking only water, washing in cold water, avoiding animal labor on their farm, and communal ownership of property. The remaining historical buildings are now part of the Fruitlands Museum (which I visited in 2008).
Fruitlands (the book) is Bronson Alcott's Fruitlands, Compiled by Clara Endicott Sears, with Transcendental Wild Oats, by Louisa M. Alcott, first published in 1876, reprinted 1915 (Pantianos Classics). Fruitlands (the book) is this month's selection for our parish book club.
Unless one has a particular historical or philosophical interest in 19th-century New England Transcendentalism and its utopian community experiments at Brook Farm and its short-term unsuccessful offshoot Fruitlands, why read this book? The obvious answer (at least for our book club) is a particular youthful adherent of the Brook Farm community who joined the Fruitlands group briefly in the summer of 1843, namely Servant of God Isaac Hecker (1819-1888), who a year later abandoned transcendentalism for Roman Catholicism, and later became a priest and a famous Catholic apologist and in 1858 founded the Paulist Fathers
Hecker's own personal description of his experience of Fruitlands occupies some six pages of this book, which is a compilation of various contemporary commentaries and recollections of the Fruitlands experiment. Hecker's comments include diary entries from July-August 1843, corresponding with his actual time at Fruitlands, followed by some final comments from 1888, the year both Alcott and later Hecker himself died. The earlier comments reflect how Hecker experienced Fruitlands and his feelings about it at the time. The end-of-life comments obviously reflect not just recollections from years long past but also his post-transcendentalist, Roman Catholic perspective and re-interpretation of his life.
In 1888, Hecker, asked about the recently deceased Alcott and how he had received Hecker at Fruitlands, responded, "Very kindly, but from mixed and selfish motives. I suspect he wanted me because he thought I would bring money to the Community. Lane was entirely unselfish." (The "money" presumably referred to the Hecker family wealth, which if Isaac had persevered at Fruiltands, might have been made available by his brothers and thus might have contributed to Fruiltands' survival - and seeming success.) Hecker acknowledged "Alcott was a man of great intellectual gifts or acquirements. His knowledge came chiefly from experiences and instinct. He had an insinuating and persuasive way with him." Alcott, however, was also, in Hecker's view, "naturally and constitutionally so odd." Hecker called Emerson, Alcott and Thoreau "three consecrated cranks."
Hecker's contemporary comments at Fruitlands were more well disposed but quite critical even then. He admired Alcott, et al., but doubted Fruiltands would fulfill his long-term needs. He was also homesick. "I have thought of my family this afternoon, and the happiness and love with which I might return to them." Eventually, he decided, "I will go home, be true to the spirit with the help of God, and wait for further light and strength." The Fruiltands community "have been the means of giving me much light on myself, but I feel I would live and progress more in a different atmosphere." After Hecker left, Alcott (according to Hecker's later-in life recollections) said "Hecker has flunked out. He hadn't the courage to persevere. He's a coward." Lane, however, replied, "No; you're mistaken. Hecker is right. He wanted more than we had to give him."
That "more" obviously was what Hecker would eventually find in the Church.
Hecker aside, Fruiltands (the book) is an often rather entertaining, occasionally comic account of the "consecrated cranks" and other unusual characters who briefly populated Fruiltands, along with the long-suffering Mrs. Alcott and her children. Ellery Channing said, "Mrs. Alcott was one of the most refined persons of my acquaintance. She told me afterwards that in 1843-44 she feared for her husband's sanity; he did such strange things without seeming to know how odd they were; wearing only linen clothes and canvas shoes, and eating only vegetables." According to Lane, "Mr. Alcott makes such high requirements of all persons that few are likely to stay, even of his own family, unless he can become more tolerant of defect."
That last comment, by Charles Lane, summarizes the inevitably failed outcome of such secular utopian communal experiments, of which there were in fact many in the 19th century - a century which widely encouraged the post-Christian belief in human perfectibility and hence utopian possibility. (Contemporaneously, the Shakers were a religiously oriented utopian community which proved much more successful in their time - and were acknowledged as such even by the Fruiltands leadership. According to Lane, some associates, including Hecker, "visited the Shakers and were much attracted by them.")
The community at Fruitlands lasted seven months. It was dependent on farming, which turned out to be too difficult. Fruitlands quotes a certain Mr. Sanborn's Memoirs of Bronson Alcott, "A lack of organizing power to control the steady current of selfishness, as well as the unselfish vagaries of his [Alcott's] followers, was the real cause. Nothing in fact could be more miserable than the failure of this hopeful experiment."
Hecker, for one, went on soon to find something so much better, more long-lasting, more true to authentic human aspirations, while fully aware of human limits.





