God only knows!
After the horror of Uvalde TX and, here in Madison, cafeteria brawls, 12-year-olds stealing cars, and teenage shoot-em-ups, this headline in this morning’s Wall Street Journal seems almost quaint:
“Supreme Court rules coach can pray on field after game.”
Is America great, or what!
The administrators of the coach’s Bremerton WA school district are standard-issue School of Education graduates — patrolling the watchtower for the stray appeal to a higher power but scheduling drag queen story hour for class assembly. Progressives say “Build The Wall!” if it separates church and state. Dishing a little back-atcha, Justice Gorsuch writes, if the coach’s prayer can be considered government speech,
“Then a school could fire a Muslim teacher for wearing a headscarf in the classroom or prohibit a Christian aide from praying quietly over her lunch in the cafeteria. … Learning how to tolerate speech or prayer of all kinds is ‘part of learning how to live in a pluralistic society,’ a trait of character essential to a tolerant citizenry.”
This retired altar boy is out of practice but we respect those who pray as being hopeful creatures appealing to (as Father Abraham once said) our better angels. Has to be an improvement over CRT’s divisive insistence on oppressor vs. victim and its preoccupation with litigating blame for long-ago wrongs.
Tales told out of church
Well before Vatican 2, we began the school day at Sacred Hearts of Jesus and Mary at holy Mass. Not high Mass, but low Mass (a distinction since lost).
One poor kid suffered from a nervous stomach or, perhaps, a bad breakfast. Every other week, it seems, the young sufferer bolted from his seat up by the altar where the littlest kids sat. His bid to make it out of the church before emptying the fermenting contents of his stomach were hindered by a) his short legs and b) decision to take the long way out to the main entrance. Vomit tracked this pilgrim’s progress the length of the nave.
Perhaps, despite his Irish last name, he was an embryonic Methodist.
In time, young Blaska was drafted into the corps of altar boys serving Mass. We memorized the Latin responses; the more curious among us looked up the English translation of our incantations. The altar boy kneeling next to me kept up a running monolog on forgotten subjects. This acolyte offered a silent prayer (in English) that his partner would shut the hell up, being we were in the middle of holy Mass.
The Rev. Father Herbert Waldkirch wheeled around and threw the gem-studded chalice in our direction. “Would you two shut up?!” The consecrated goblet banged off the marble floor and (I cannot swear to this) bounced over the communion rail (later removed on order of Vatican 2) and into the pews. It is possible that a first-grader got an impromptu baptism in the Blood of Christ that morning.
Looking back on that long-ago episode recalls Jesus chasing the money changers out of the temple. O.K., it’s a stretch, but even the Son of God could get his dander up but don’t try it if you are a government school teacher awaiting contract renewal.
Blaska’s Bottom Line: Put the fear of God into the wrong kid today at any Madison WI public school and you’ll wind up like Mr. Rob at Whitehorse middle school — cashing unemployment checks. Madison’s public schools won’t even ban smart phones in the classroom.