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NCAA Proves Tougher on Sex Abuse than Catholic Church

In my last post I came down pretty hard on the NCAA for not handing Penn State’s football program the death penalty. While my opinion still stands, I want to commend the NCAA for taking decisive action against Penn State for its role in the child sex abuse scandal involving Jerry Sandusky.

Now if only we could get the Catholic Church to do the same within its own ranks.

Yesterday in Philadelphia, Msgr. William J. Lynn became the first Roman Catholic Church official in the United States to be convicted of covering up sexual abuses by priests under his supervision.  A Philadelphia judge sentenced Monsignor Lynn, 61, to three to six years in prison, after a three-month trial that revealed efforts over decades by the Philadelphia archdiocese to play down accusations of child sexual abuse and avoid scandal.

According to a report published today by The New York Times, “Monsignor Lynn served as secretary for clergy for the 1.5 million-member archdiocese from 1992 to 2004, recommending priest assignments and investigating abuse complaints. During the trial, prosecutors presented evidence that he had shielded predatory priests, sometimes transferring them to unwary parishes, and lied to the public to avoid bad publicity and lawsuits.”

Let me say that again, this guy… shielded predatory priests, sometimes transferring them to unwary parishes, and lied to the public to avoid bad publicity and lawsuits.”

I think we all need a moment after reading that, because right now I feel sick to my stomach.

But what’s really making me about to vomit in my mouth is that this man only got three to six years. And already, supporters of Msgr. Lynn are calling the sentence too severe and unbalanced.  But I won’t go into how I feel about that since I’m liable to burst a blood vessel or worse, have a coronary. And these people aren’t worth my sons losing their mother.

I’d rather talk about what the Catholic Church is doing about all this, since – and I’ll admit – I’m regrettably at the moment a member of its ranks, albeit at the very bottom. (And as a women, I doubt I hold much clout with the Vatican.) Before I let that Tasmanian devil out of its cage, let me turn your attention now to the statement below released by the Archdiocese of Philadelphia yesterday:

STATEMENT FROM THE ARCHDIOCESE OF PHILADELPHIA
AFTER SENTENCING OF MONSIGNOR WILLIAM LYNN

From the challenges the Church has faced both nationally and locally over the past decade, we understand the full gravity of sexual abuse. This year and even this week, Pennsylvania has been the epicenter of this issue, and we know there is legitimate anger in the broad community toward any incident or enabling of sexual abuse. The trial of the past several months has been especially difficult for victims, and we profoundly regret their pain.

The public humiliation of the Church has emphasized the vital lesson that we must be constantly vigilant in our charge to protect the children in our parishes and schools. Since the events some ten years ago that were at the center of this trial, the Archdiocese has changed. We have taken dramatic steps to ensure that all young people in our care are safe, and these efforts will continue even more forcefully now and in the years ahead. 

We remain committed to protecting children and caring for victims. Fair-minded people will question the severity of the heavy, three to six year sentence imposed on Msgr. Lynn today. We hope that when this punishment is objectively reviewed, it will be adjusted.

We pray for Msgr. Lynn and his family at this difficult time.

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As you can see, I took the liberty to highlight some key phrases that I believe warrant further criticism consideration. But I know you all are smart and intelligent people so I’m not going to waste your precious reading time pointing out the obvious. Instead, I’d like to play pretend.

If the NCAA Penalized the Catholic Church …

What if we could turn this whole mess over to the NCAA and let them assess the penalty on the Church? That’s exactly what one reader suggested on CNN.com and I think the idea is brilliant. Just wish I would have thought of it first. Here’s what this smart chap named Robert had to say …

Robert – Onset, MA:  ”… If Penn State was worth $60 million this could easily go $150 million. Also, let’s put an injunction of the church that prohibits them from holding any religious services for 6 years and any marriages, christenings, last rites and funeral services are to be null and void, and any saints that have been beatified in the last 50 years are out. They should also convict the Pope and the College of Cardinals for allowing this to go on and not reporting it to the authorities.”

So there’s what I see as the lesson for the Vatican. You’ve got to do more than just send out letters denouncing sexual abuse or revamp safety policies and procedures. You’ve got do something radical. You’ve got to do something brash. Like the NCAA did with Penn State, you’ve got to hit them where it hurts. Take away their money. Take away their rights and privileges. And for God’s sake, start holding these people accountable.

Just like what the NCAA is doing now with Penn State, the Church must cut off offending parishes and dioceses at the knees, burn them down (figuratively speaking) and then raise them back up from the ashes, in whatever form that might be.

Oh and I almost forgot (OK, not really). Do you want to know what Monsignor Lynn’s conviction was actually for?

*heads nod furiously*

Ready for this? According to The New York Times story, Lynn failed to properly supervise a former priest named Edward V. Avery, who spent six months in a church psychiatric facility in 1993 after an “abuse episode.” Doctors said to keep him away from children. But Lynn transferred him to a rectory anyway and didn’t bother telling parish officials.

You can only guess what happened next.

“In 1999, Mr. Avery engaged in oral sex with a 10-year-old altar boy. He pleaded guilty to the assault just before Monsignor Lynn’s trial and was sentenced to two and a half to five years in prison.” -The New York Times, July 25, 2012

So what do you think the Church should do about the Archdiocese of Philadelphia?

Related Posts:

Confession of an Angry Catholic

Breaking the Conspiracy of Silence

PSU and Getting in Touch with My Own Anger

Ex-youth Coach Indicted in Citadel Sex Case

Stairway to Heaven

I skipped our family bike ride yesterday (which has fast become an after-dinner ritual in our household) to set out on foot for some much needed solitude. You see, earlier that morning I got a call from my cousin, Jeremy, informing me that my beloved Uncle Erwin (88) had passed away.

Although his passing was expected after having suffered a massive stroke the week before, the actual news of his death sent me into a tailspin of anxiety and grief – the same upheaval of emotions that have plagued  me off and on for the past 30 or so years since losing my father to a heart attack at age 9.

Not 10 minutes into my trek along the wooded trails by our house, the tears began to spill … and before I registered where my legs were carrying me, my walk had turned into a full out run.

The Immeasurable Feeling of Loss

I’ve lost three uncles since January of this year: Uncle Clem, Uncle Carl and now my Uncle Erwin. Over the years, these three men (along with my uncles who are still living) have helped – in one way or another – fill a void in my life left gaping open from growing up without a dad. In different ways I’ve clung to each of them, feeding off the love and kindness they’ve consistently shown me – a love that felt the closest to that of a father. Though time and therapy have healed my wounds, the immeasurable feeling of loss still lingers. It’s times like this that remind me of its stronghold,  how it can still so easily pounce on me and take advantage of my excessive hunger for a father … that yearning that still wraps its fingers around my throat, leaving me with a hallow feeling in the pit of my stomach that nothing on this earth can come close to taking away.

Accepting Who I am

But all these emotions that I carry on my sleeve make me who I am – and who I am yet to become. Without what I have gone through, I’d probably be living an ordinary life, working an ordinary job, with ordinary dreams – at least by my own interpretation. I would not be here talking to you like this and laying everything out on the table. I wouldn’t be living a life of blind ambition, believing that God wants me to make good on the gifts he has given me to reach my highest potential – a potential He set for me long before the beginning of time.

So as my family and I make the trip tomorrow to my uncle’s funeral in Louisiana, I will remember once again how and why I’ve come to be who I am. But on the other side of that, the side that my mortal mind cannot yet comprehend, my uncle is now in a place that transcends anything that we will ever be able to imagine here on earth. You see, my Uncle Erwin, God rest his gentle soul, had his first death about 14 years ago.  That’s right. He flat-lined for 10 or so minutes while doctors and nurses frantically worked to bring him back. And he did come back, because that’s what he said God wanted. “You’re work’s not done yet,” God told him. God then gently turned him around and sent him back the way he came – in a horizontal position, gliding on air as thin as the clouds. He indeed came back to us in full mind and body, although he would tell me later how he had desperately wanted to stay.

Angels in the Bedroom

About a month ago, my mom had the opportunity to spend some quality time with Erwin, the brother to the husband she lost more than 30 years before. During their visit, Erwin told my mom of the angels who visited him each night. “They come and lie down on my bed, so I sleep in the chair so I won’t disturb them,” he told her. “Do you believe me?”

“Yes, I believe you Erwin,” she said. “I believe you.”

And I believe, too. Because at the end of our lives, we’ll have no choice but to follow and believe.

Obit for Erwin W. Saye

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Me and my boys with my Uncle Erwin and Aunt Nan, his beloved wife who passed away last year.

My boys and I with my Uncle Erwin and Aunt Nan. A published author and poet,
Nan passed away in early 2011.

Blood of Life

Earlier today our family received an unexpected gift.

What we thought  last night was a dead caterpillar, actually turned out to be a glorious butterfly by the time we woke this morning.

A couple weeks ago, we received a long-awaited order of three caterpillars (butterfly lavre) and a butterfly habitat from Ribbits Galore. We followed the instructions carefully, making sure to leave the plastic container with the lavre undisturbed. As of yesterday afternoon, with hanging heads, we concluded that all three babies had died. One had managed to attach itself to the top, but a chrysalis never formed. The remaining two never made it to the top of the paper and laid doomed (or so we thought) at the bottom of the container.

Dawn of a New Day

But low and behold this morning, as I lumbered sleepily (and somewhat grumpily) into the kitchen, I glanced at the container and saw a glorious new butterfly clinging for dear life to the paper on the underside of the lid. I stood there staring in disbelief, while a surge of energy sparked through me from my head to my toes.

Giddy and somewhat flustered, I called to Rick and the boys. With the family gathered and wide-eyed, I opened the container and, with a shaky hand, carefully transferred the paper on which the butterfly clung to the habitat. Following directions, we then pinned the paper to the side of the mesh enclosure. And then the butterfly started to bleed.

But this wasn’t the blood of death – no. This, my friends, was the glorious blood of new life.

In 6-7 days your butterfly will begin to emerge from the chrysalis.  The wings will be crumpled and there will be red liquid released.  Don’t worry!  This is not blood, just metabolic waste.  You can place a paper towel in the bottom  habitat to absorb this liquid.  ~Ribbits Galore

How many times have we given up, thinking that a dream has died? How many times have we let fear and doubt rule our thoughts, words and actions? How many times have we failed to see our own transformation through the trials and tribulations that mark our days?

For me, this bloody butterfly represents a miracle – and a powerful message of hope.

“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” ~ Maya Angelou

Have a wonderful week, my friends. And remember to believe – always.

In the midst of death, life prevails.

Out-of-Office Reply

Greetings. You have reached Musings of a Fierce Mind, the official blog of author Stephanie Saye. I’m sorry I can’t come to my blog right now, but I am soaking up the sun on the sugar-white beaches of Destin, Florida, for some serious R&R. If you’d like to leave a comment, I’d be happy to answer you whenever the hell I want upon my return. I’m on vacation, people, and ain’t nothing or no one gonna stress me out – not even a 12-hour car trip with a newly potty trained three-year-old, who refuses to go pee-pee or poo-poo in public restrooms because the flushing sound of the toilet is “too scary, mommy.” Not even the fact that my lily white skin burns at the very thought of a sunbeam reflecting off the water. Or the fact that I am spending seven days and seven nights in the same beach house with MY ENTIRE FAMILY. I’m talking the grandparents, people! And not even double negatives and bad grammar, which I scathingly detest, can get me down now. Typos, I laugh at you! Writer’s block, let me introduce you to my middle finger, who is more than eager to show you just where you can stick it. *demonstrates said gesture*

While I’m away, here are a few things I want you to remember:

-be kind to yourself whenever you can;

-cut yourself some slack when you make mistakes;

-and for the sake of your blood pressure and your loved ones, don’t fret over the little stuff, because life’s too damn short to spend all balled up.

So until next week …

Believe. Always.

Stumblings On: A Poem

“Blood of My Wings” by brothers Ian (7) & Luke (3)

I learn by going where I have not been,

Rising from my place of familiar,

I ignore discomfort and fear,

You don’t live here any more, I say,

Off with you! Leave me behind!

No longer do the tendrils of pain hold steadfast to my nerves,

For strength swells within me on the shore of my soul,

Blood drips where my wings have torn through my skin,

Spanning wide and setting me a sail, Read more

FEAR: False Evidence Appearing Real

A couple weeks ago, I shed most of my clothes and willingly walked into a room  heated to 105°F (≈ 40.6°C) with a humidity of 40 percent. Read more

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