It has been a long time since Buzz heard a good old-fashioned street preacher. And a terrific one was holding forth just now on Main and Division streets downtown.
His voice blasted operatically down the block even though he had no megaphone. He had a good captive audience in the dozens of people waiting for buses.
The best thing is, he actually shouted "Repent!" as preachers are supposed to.
"Repent! Repent! Prepare for the King of Jerusalem!" he thundered.
"Hell is not some place where you shake hands with the devil and say, 'Hey, it's nice to meet you!' " he roared. "The worm dieth not! And the fire is never extinguished!"
At one point he declaimed: "You think I want to be here? I don't want to be here! I would rather be home playing my Xbox!"
Buzz apologizes that the picture is not more distinct but the preacher was shy and did not want to give his name. We asked him after he left off preaching. However he did tell say he was from the Seneca Babcock area. And we learned he comes from Charity Baptist Church in Black Rock.
Thank you, Charity Baptist, for letting us borrow this preacher for a day! And a most modest preacher at that.
"I didn't want to be here today," he reiterated to Buzz. "I would rather be home with my Xbox."
... when you open The Buffalo News and see a headline reading:
"Rogue Priests Preside At Subterranean Services"
It is on page B2 of the print edition today (Monday).
The story is about the parishioners at St. Ann's Church ...
... trying to keep the place from closing. "Ousted Parishioners Cling On In Basement," runs the main headline.
This story is heartbreaking.
But the headlines are great!
The new museum at St. Anthony of Padua Church includes a fascinating model of the church that plays up the parish's amusingly schizophrenic nature.
The Italian and English language Mass-goers place the priest facing the people, behind the low altar.
The folks who go to the Tridentine Mass in Latin, when they pass by, turn him around so that he faces the same direction as the people, behind the high altar.
It is an ongoing battle. Father faces this way. He faces that way. He does the Hokey Pokey and he turns himself around. The above picture Buzz snapped, if you want to blow it up and look at it closely, shows the priest in Latin Mass mode.
The guide smiled and sighed: "The Latin Mass people have gotten at this again."
Buzz is enslaved today, shackled to our desk, too busy to deal with dogma or theology, but real quick, here goes: Ten things that appeal to us about Pope Francis, pictured above...
1. Can dance the tango. Could John Paul II do that? Huh? Could he?
2. Takes the bus as Buzz is wont to do. (Make that took the bus. In Rome he will probably have to kick that habit.)
3. Likes to cook!
Continue reading "10 things Buzz likes about Pope Francis" »
Don't ask us how or why, but Buzz wound up on the St. Stanislaus Church Web site, reading this recipe for bigos. Bigos is a Polish hunter's stew you make in a crock pot.
You need a six-pack of Zywiec and reading the recipe you see why.
Actually the recipe looks pretty good. One of these days we will make bigos.
And follow the instructions, exactly!
February 21, 2013 - 1:02 PM
This fevered report came in from someone who survived last night's Trinity Episcopal Church Snowflakes and Starlight Auction. It was a whirlwind event with wine, hors d'oeuvres and music by jazz pianist Krista Seddon. Buzz used to love going to Trinity's annual White Elephant Sale, now, alas, no longer held. We wish we had been at this auction! But perhaps it is best we were not.
Fasten your seat belts...
Hand-decorated bird houses sold off in dollar increments crept high into $40 & even a piece of carved wood -- trefoil?--that once held stained glass sold for $100+. people reminisced about the glory days of the white elephant sale. a water color flower abstraction provoked high bidding between professional antique dealer & parishioner. she won it in the high hundreds ... fetching objects that people didn't need pulled at heart strings. one working woman who needed no more china said she couldn't resist the "luncheon" set of red plates with gold trim & tea cups. a week at an summer house in Angola also went heatedly into the high hundreds. i had to restrain my mother from bidding on a bird house. one more thing to dust that she DOESN'T need. i was sat to see the china rosette place card holders that i didn't need, but figured i would pay $20 for, were already snatched by someone for $25..
I did wind up w. a bargain a basket of old bottles! for $7. ... carefully examined the old lettering on a bottle of "bluing" complete with what seemed to be its original lid, with little holes in it like a salt shaker. maybe for sprinkling the blueing? i also got a flex pass for bpo 2 tix this season & $50 at toro for $102! about to call & see if i can get Bela Fleck tix.
Blueing bottle came w. $20 price sticker making me feel especially smart for getting a basketful for $7. the church was crowded w. people drinking wine, examining merchandise set up in the aisles between the pews. this led one bystander to darkly suggest that there had been something lost since the Bible story about money-changers in the temple. there was such a crowd of mostly older people that when the auctioneer announced there was just a few more minutes to bid before auction closed that i wanted to race to check what i'd bid on & the only way to do that in the minutes i had left was to push & shove my way through a crowd that in other circumstances i would have been showing extreme deference to! i mean these were people in their 70s & 80s & all i want to do was get past them when there were only inches between us. an awkward situation. i'm not proud to admit that my sale-loving self won out. still my elders-respecting self prevented me from actually knocking people over.
Wow! Three words for our correspondent's sanity.
Going, going, gone!
November 4, 2012 - 3:33 PM
A sweet Sunday Buzz story comes from St. Gregory the Great Church. That is St. Gregory the Great himself pictured above! At the church, which is in Williamsville, a woman was up at the microphone reading prayer intentions and one came out kind of funny.
"For all those deprived of enjoyment," she read.
And the congregation answered obediently, "Lord, hear our prayer." But everyone could tell something wasn't right. The lector must have realized she had goofed. She kind of paused, and looked over to the priest. The priest was in stitches. In a minute everyone was laughing.
She was supposed to have said, "for those deprived of employment."
She subbed in "enjoyment."
They got what they prayed for!