A Tournament of Belief
"Which major world-view – atheism or one of five great religions – should be adopted by the Kingdom? Will the King’s tournament of belief systems come up with a clear winner?"...
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May
Robert Czerny lives in Ottawa and southwest Nova Scotia. Two main interests are ethics in Canada and Catholic social teaching and action.
25 posts
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Dec
Before I Begin – A Morning Prayer in the Style of Matthew.
"This text was inspired more than constructed. Guided by the impression Matthew Czerny made on his many friends as well as within his family,,his father wrote this prayer after Matthew’s death in a climbing accident at the age of 22 in September 1995."...
04
Nov
Grief is Grief
November is a time when we remember our dead in a special way. With death comes grief. Robert Czerny writes about what his family found that made their grief "a bit more stable, manageable."...
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Sep
Liturgical Music, Dialogue and Integral Human Development
"Mass should be integral to our lives, not preserved somewhere separate. This guides me as a liturgical musician. I want to help the Mass to be an occasion of dialogue among the three essential dimensions of worship, community and action."...
08
Jul
Canada 150 & Me – Catholic Canada
For the "Canada 150 & Me" series, igNation asked writers what being Canadian means to them.Today - on being a Catholic in Canada....
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Jan
Oarlocks and Beatitudes
Two years ago, at our summer home in Nova Scotia, I came across an old oarlock in a box of random metal items. My late father had collected all sorts of things that might come in handy one day. I had a use for it: as part of a support for a large, battered old sign – the outline of a 25-pound lake trout carved into a broken section of a rowboat. This was my father’s fishing trophy from many years earlier. (His buddies thought the fish ought to be mounted by a taxidermist, but he preferred to eat it.) All I needed was a second oarlock. I looked around. Then I asked around, and was told “Go ask Amos Hagar.” Mr. Hagar had been a fisherman all his life. And his barn was renowned for the vast array of items that he had collected, yes, because they might come in handy one day. Sure enough, he had one spare oarlock and gave it to me. This past summer Amos Hagar died. Although he was in his late 80s, it was still a sad shock. He was one of those hospital-mistrusting people who had been vigorous all his life. Then an odd growth appeared on his arm and he was gone in a month. Mr. Hagar was highly regarded. Like the oarlock, he was not fancy, just dependable and as steady as can be. He responded thoughtfully to anyone who cared to engage with him; never verbose or flowery of speech, what he said was considerate, articulate and kindly, even when opinions differed. My wife and I attended his graveside memorial. The United Church minister, Rev. Beverley Burlock, said that she could not choose between two readings. She first read the story of Jesus telling Peter and his brothers to go fish again. After that, I expected something...