I'm dedicating this year's Fathers Day post to Tim Russert.
As a Catholic with a lot of Irish in me and a solid base of Catholic upbringing and Jesuit education, I connected with Tim's public persona. I didn't know him. I wish I'd had an opportunity to know him. I recall passing him in the hallway at the 2006 Clinton Global Initative meeting in Manhattan while he was on his way into a room to interview President Clinton and thinking to myself, "Wow...that's Tim Russert." He was obviously in a hurry to get to his destination, so I never did get to talk with him. If I'd only known he'd be taken from us so soon, I'd have sat and waited, hours if necessary, until he came out and I could tell him just how much he'd meant to me, a political blogger, in his work as a political journalist. I admired his spirit, however, both in a personal and a public sense.
What I did know of Tim in a personal sense was taken, in good part, from what he gave all of us in his wonderful book about his father, of whom he lovingly referred to as "Big Russ."
I especially enjoyed Tim talking about his faith and how his father helped to shape the faith that would last his whole life through.
In his book "Big Russ & Me" which, incidentally, has remained on my Dad's bedside table ever since I gave it to him for Father's Day a couple years ago, Tim talked about the faith of his father in times of sorrow...faith in the seen and unseen:
"From time to time my parents would bring me with them to a wake, where the custom was to have an open casket. When my paternal grandparents died, I watched as Dad reached into the coffin and tearfully squeezed their hands in a final gesture of farewell. At the funeral the coffin would be sealed, and that required a different kind of faith as we sent the deceased on his or her way to their eternal rest."
Tim's childlike brilliance and humor would show through his writing in the same Chapter he'd written on Faith. Speaking about his time spent as an altar boy, he humorously recalled:
"There was a brotherhood among the altar boys, and we used to share stories of which priest liked the bigger serving of wine. There was also mischief, or at least talk of mischief. If you had a friend who was receiving the host, you might take the patten, the little golden plate, and accidentally hit him in the throat. Most of the joking centered on the wine, and some of the boys were known to have raided the priest's supply closet - but I'll never tell."
I trusted Tim Russert because of the common faith we shared. Week to week, Sunday after Sunday, he seemed to have never lost the magical spark of childhood while some others in his professional field and many out here in our respective private lives had obviously lost the manual on getting past all the little daggers and pitfalls that life often mercilessly throws in front of us.
When Tim's favorite rock singer Bruce Springsteen sang the words:
"Show a little faith....there's magic in the night.."
.....I happen to think that Tim and I took a similar message away from that well-known and well-loved line. Faith is a light that guides us through darkness. About this life we share, Christian writer Frederick Buechner has recommended: "Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. Touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are sacred moments and life itself is grace."
Tim was a touch of grace for me and for many others who only were able to know him from what they learned about him each and every Sunday morning.
God knows I'll miss him.
Tim, this one's for you.
To my own Dad:
Here's me with the most honest and decent man I have ever known (and a loyal and die-hard Yankee fan to boot):
Happy Father's Day, Dad.
How I loved being
.......serenaded by you.
Me and Dad Niagara Falls, N.Y.
"Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express."
- Joseph Addison
Christmas 1965 Me with brother Peter and Dad
Wishing a Happy Fathers Day to every loving father, and a very special Fathers Day to my own Dad..
My deepest sympathies go out to Tim's father, who Tim lovingly called "Big Russ", Tim's wife, Maureen Orth, and Tim's son, Luke, who lost his Dad just a couple days before Father's Day.
WASHINGTON - Tim Russert, NBC News' Washington bureau chief and the moderator of "Meet the Press," died Friday after a sudden heart attack at the bureau, NBC News said Friday. He was 58.
Russert was recording voiceovers for Sunday’s "Meet the Press" program when he collapsed, the network said. He and his family had recently returned from Italy, where they celebrated the graduation of Russert’s son, Luke, from Boston College.
Daily Tribune [Detroit]: Hairdresser found dead Source: dailytribune.com This story is haunting me this morning. What happened to Jeremy Waggoner? I'm not the only one wondering if this brutal murder may have been a hate crime. From atdetroit.net: "Does anyone know what happened to Jeremy Waggoner?" You can see a video at this site.
Update 10:45 am: "JohnBerk" at DiscussDetroit writes
"Just received this e-mail:"
"A gay man has been murdered in the Detroit area and Triangle Foundation needs your help to solve this crime and bring justice for him and his family.
Jeremy Waggoner, a 37-year-old Detroit resident, was murdered early this week. Jeremy, a stylist at the Michael Angelo Salon in Royal Oak, was well-known and deeply loved.
On Tuesday, June 10, 2008, Jeremy Waggoner’s body was found in a grassy field on Detroit’s eastside. He was brutally bludgeoned and possibly stabbed. Police are not sure whether Jeremy was killed in the grassy field or at another location and his body then dropped off. Few details of the murder, including the possible motive, are known at this time. His green 1997 Mazda MPV has not been found. If anyone has information about the murder of Jeremy Waggoner, please contact Melissa Pope at 313-909-3634 or via e-mail at email@example.com. All calls are confidential.http://www.tri.org/
UPDATE Sat, Jun 14:
- "Information sought in the murder of Jeremy Waggoner in Detroit" - Mark Maynard.com
- "Gay American Heroes Foundation: Gay man murdered in Detroit" - [Miami Herald]
The Rev. Patrick Howell, S.J., in a special report to The Seattle Times, gives us his insight regarding a part of the reason why, as he observed on a recent trip, there are so few homeless people living on the streets of Istanbul:
"We saw a few beggars in Istanbul, but the homeless, if they exist, were not visible to us. Our Turkish hosts, most of whom had completed college degrees in the U.S., said, "Tight family ties and the Muslim faith mean that no one is left out. We don't have homeless like Chicago or San Francisco or Seattle would have." The Prophet Muhammad said, 'One who sleeps while their neighbor is hungry is not one of us.'"
Rev. goes on to say, "Though Turkey is a constitutionally secular society, it supports the Muslim faith by building mosques and paying the salaries of the Imams. Out of a total population of 70 million, it has only 100,000 Christians and 25,000 Jews."
Rev. Howell ends with a saying by Rumi, the great Sufi mystic, scholar, and poet:
"There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you?"
The 2004 Onondaga County Music Educator's Association's All-County Music Festival presented the song "Whose Garden Was This?" My son was in the festival chorus you'll hear in the video I've created. I was struck not only by the beauty of the song, but by the message itself.
Songwriter Tom Paxton reminds us that there are countless ways in which we take nature for granted...and soon, if we continue to ignore the warning signs of climate change, it may be too late.
Whose garden was this? It must have been lovely. Did it have flowers? I've seen pictures of flowers, And I'd love to have smelled one.
Whose river was this? You say it ran freely? Blue was its color? I've seen blue in some pictures, And I'd love to have been there!
Chorus: Ah, tell me again; I need to know. The forest had trees; the meadows were green, The oceans were blue, and birds really flew. Can you swear that was true?
Whose grey sky was this? Or was it a blue one? Nights there were breezes? I've heard records of breezes, And you tell me you've felt one?
Please listen to Jeremy Symons, Executive Director of the Global Warming Campaign for the National Wildlife Federation, speak to you about the first vote held on Global Warming in the U.S. Senate in three years. Unfortunately, even with all of the discussion about the perils of Global Warming, it's taken this long for the message to start getting through to our Senators. This week legislation was blocked, but the stage has been set for 2009 when we'll have a new President and key Democrats who will help to eventually pass legislation to protect our life on our planet and to protect our economy.
For God so loVed the world,
....That He gAve
....Believeth In Him
.......Should Not perish,
.....But have Everlasting life."
- John 3:16
A Message From Jude
Welcome to Iddybud Journal
Bill Clinton: A Call To Action
President Clinton describes how we all can make a difference in the lives of others, leading us through the broad spectrum of CGI's efforts to enable and affect change. From the global leaders and CEOs of the Annual Meeting to the college students and future leaders of CGI U, CGI seeks to empower every citizen with the ability to take substantive action against the world's most pressing problems.
Go to http://MyCommitment.org
Father, Mother, God
Thank you for your presence
during the hard and mean days.
For then we have you to lean upon.
Thank you for your presence
during the bright and sunny days,
for then we can share that which we have
with those who have less.
And thank you for your presence
during the Holy Days, for then we are able
to celebrate you and our families
and our friends.
For those who have no voice,
we ask you to speak. For those who feel unworthy,
we ask you to pour your love out
in waterfalls of tenderness. For those who live in pain,
we ask you to bathe them in the river of your healing.
For those who are lonely, we ask
you to keep them company.
For those who are depressed,
we ask you to shower upon them
the light of hope.
Dear Creator, You, the borderless
sea of substance, we ask you to give to all the
world that which we need most--Peace.
go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
as far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story.
avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. if you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. but let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.
be yourself. especially, do not feign affection. neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. take kindly to the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. you are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. and whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. with all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Iddybud is a descendant of American patriots, membership to DAR pending, a descendant of a family member who lost another dubious American Presidential election in 1876, so you might understand why she took Selection 2000 to heart.