Home office + four children = headphones. Lately, I've favored fiddle
music. Fiddles sing with strange energy. When you first hear fairy
tales about the hero banishing goblins with a reel, you scoff. Then
you hear real fiddles.
With all the other Catholics to choose from on this planet, and previous recipients such as Dorothy Day and Teresa of Calcutta, I do not think that awarding this behavior with a medal named after St. Francis, of all saints, is appropriate.
I hope that Penny Justice can be a place where Catholics find out about Distributists, Distributists find out about Permaculturists, Permaculturists find out about Catholics, everyone finds out about Humanure - you get the idea.
Some Muslims, I might say, at least progressive Muslims, actually reverence Jesus more than we do Muhammad. Further, we have a special veneration for St. Thomas Aquinas. And we’re encouraged to go to Confession at least once a month. To a Catholic priest. Now, in proposing these fascinating ideas, I might be right or I might be wrong. But would I be Muslim? A progressive Muslim? Any kind of Muslim?
Why? Because the Divine Office (also called the Liturgy of the Hours) is like a choo-choo train, or one of those pill organizers with all the little boxes. If you can master that concept, you’ve got it made.