What is “Southern?”
People work hard to come up with satisfying definitions, but to me, if you want to understand “Southern” – here you go:
One of the key figures in Birmingham’s booming cocktail scene, Angel Negrin runs a twice-weekly craft cocktail program at Lou’s, a Lakeview hangout for a loyal, mostly beer and mixed-drinks crowd since it opened in 1987.
It was pure coincidence that the bar shifts Negrin inherited at Lou’s in January 2013 were on Wednesdays and Sundays.
“As the pop-up became established, customers began asking when cocktails are available,” Negrin says. “To help them remember we’d tell them to think ‘church nights.’ We said it often enough and the guests thought it was clever enough it kind of became a thing. Only then did it get a title.”
Because, you see, down here, everyone knows Sunday and Wednesday nights are church nights, even if you don’t go yourself…yup…church night!
Speaking of church night – one of my boys is involved at a Wednesday night activity at a (of course) Catholic church that meets (of course) on Wednesdays, and it coincides with RCIA on the same property as well as a couple of choir practices, I think. I learned yesterday that the boys’ gathering and the RCIA gathering both close, together, with Compline in the church. I plan to go early next week to check it out myself, but even without doing so, a scathingly brilliant idea struck me:
What if at Catholic churches, activities/meetings on weeknights were planned to meet at the same times and end at the same times, with all the groups then gathering in the church for Compline? Perhaps not every night, but in a large, busy parish, that actually might be the case.
One of my (many) hobbyhorses regarding pastoral ministry has always been to use what we have and be who we are as Catholics. Hence, my nagging about the popularity of “small groups” and how in a Catholic parish, “small group” stuff should flow from daily Mass, the original “small group.”
So it is with parish gatherings and prayers. Having been the victim of many a groovy, soulful composed prayer services with nice clip art at the beginning or end of meetings, I have always wondered why leaders and planners don’t just depend on the prayer of the Church – the Liturgy of the Hours in some form or other.
A week ago, the 10-year old and I headed over the the Moundville Archaeological Park for their Native American Days. Moundville has an excellent little museum which we had visited before – a good thing because they were rationing out entry during the festival, and the line was quite long.
We enjoyed a bit of education about lighting fires and rifles and cooking, and hoop dancing.
My son asked the dancer afterwards if he got dizzy. The man breathlessly answered that no, he’d been doing it for 40 years, so he didn’t suffer from that.
Also, a local chapter of a Kateri Circle – I had no idea that this existed or that there was a shrine to St. Kateri at a (sort of) local parish. We’ll have to go on a jaunt to check that out.
On Sunday, we went up to Ave Maria Grotto, on the grounds of St. Bernard’s Abbey (and boarding prep school, grades 7-12).
If you have driven on I-65 through Alabama, you’ve seen billboards for it or pamphlets at the gas stations. It’s well worth the admission and 45 minutes or so of your time, if you ever need a break. A true labor of love, an expression of a very profound Benedictine spirituality of ora et labora right there in found materials. from marbles to cold cream jars to roof shingles.
You might be going to Hanceville to the Shrine of the Most Blessed Sacrament on the same trip, and you’ll find that interesting too, this big Catholic, Assisi-like church in the middle of nowhere, Alabama. I prefer the idiosyncrasy of the grotto, myself.
As note before, I’m doing a 3-year anniversary travelogue of our European trip on Instagram – posting photos of what we were doing that day 3-years ago. Follow me on Instagram here.
I do enjoy the category, “Two Monks Inventing Things” at The Toast.
MONK #1: what was the birth of Jesus like
MONK #2: gold box
bunch of rocks
small roof, no walls, sad Joseph, curious twins
MONK #1: ahh tytyty
I think the first Toast piece I ever read was “All the Comments on Every Recipe Blog” which is dead. On.
“I love this recipe! I added garlic powder, Italian seasoning, a few flakes of nutritional yeast, half a bottle of kombucha, za’atar, dried onion, and biscuit mix to mine. Great idea!”
“Due to dietary restrictions, I am only able to eat Yahtzee dice. I made the necessary substitutions, and it turned out great.”
“If you use olive oil for any recipe that’s cooked over 450°F, the oil will denature and you will get cancer. This post is irresponsible. You should only use grapeseed oil you’ve pressed yourself in a very cold room.”
Tomorrow (Saturday) is the feastday of St. Ignatius of Antioch.
I am writing to all the churches to let it be known that I will gladly die for God if only you do not stand in my way. I plead with you: show me no untimely kindness. Let me be food for the wild beasts, for they are my way to God. I am God’s wheat and shall be ground by their teeth so that I may become Christ’s pure bread. Pray to Christ for me that the animals will be the means of making me a sacrificial victim for God.No earthly pleasures, no kingdoms of this world can benefit me in any way. I prefer death in Christ Jesus to power over the farthest limits of the earth. He who died in place of us is the one object of my quest. He who rose for our sakes is my one desire.The time for my birth is close at hand. Forgive me, my brothers. Do not stand in the way of my birth to real life; do not wish me stillborn. My desire is to belong to God. Do not, then, hand me back to the world. Do not try to tempt me with material things. Let me attain pure light. Only on my arrival there can I be fully a human being. Give me the privilege of imitating the passion of my God. If you have him in your heart, you will understand what I wish. You will sympathise with me because you will know what urges me on.The prince of this world is determined to lay hold of me and to undermine my will which is intent on God. Let none of you here help him; instead show yourselves on my side, which is also God’s side. Do not talk about Jesus Christ as long as you love this world. Do not harbour envious thoughts. And supposing I should see you, if then I should beg you to intervene on my behalf, do not believe what I say. Believe instead what I am now writing to you. For though I am alive as I write to you, still my real desire is to die. My love of this life has been crucified, and there is no yearning in me for any earthly thing. Rather within me is the living water which says deep inside me: “Come to the Father.” I no longer take pleasure in perishable food or in the delights of this world. I want only God’s bread, which is the flesh of Jesus Christ, formed of the seed of David, and for drink I crave his blood, which is love that cannot perish.
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