July 5, 2015 – A View from the Rectory Window

fireworkds Interestingly, the day after the signing of the Declaration of Independence, John Adams reflected on our nation’s historic resolution of liberty, saying it should be “celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty…from one end of the continent to the other; from this time forward forever…” To celebrate our nation’s birth properly requires serious reflection about the source of our freedom, our country’s place in the world, and the necessary sacrifices of a free people.

Yet, celebration also includes the joyous revelries of parades, picnics, ball games, and, of course, fireworks. American humorist, Erma Bombeck once penned, “You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family pictures where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets “iffy,” and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.”

Indeed, we have every reason to celebrate with fervor and frivolity.And, we should. Despite all of our afflictions, people still run to this country and not from it. Observing what’s right about America can be a good step toward righting what’s wrong.

Happy Fourth of July, enjoy, be safe and watch out for the nuns . . .

A state trooper sees a vehicle on the interstate doing 24 miles per hour so he pulls the car over to make sure everything is alright. When he approaches the driver he discovers it is a nun. He asks, “Excuse me sister, but is everything okay?” She replies, “Yes officer. We’re just fine. Was I doing something wrong?” The officer says, “Well sister you were traveling well under the speed limit and I was worried that something might be wrong with your vehicle or something.” “But officer,” the nun interrupts, “I saw a sign there about a mile back that said 24, and I know I wasn’t going any faster than that.” Chuckling, the trooper says, “Sister, that was a state highway route marker, this is State Route 24, not the speed limit. The speed limit signs have a MPH at the bottom.” “Oh, now don’t I feel foolish!” replied the nun turning red. “That’s ok, but please try to be more careful, I would hate to see you get hurt” finished the officer. Then as he turns to say good-bye to the nuns in the back seat, he notices for the first time that they are trembling violently and quite pale. “Sister what is wrong with your friends? Can I give you an escort to the hospital?” “Oh, no, they’re alright. We just turned off of Route 135.”

Fr. Pete