The Supreme Executive Committee brings you another episode of Monday Madness, with one intrepid member of the SEC reporting from NYC on St. Patrick's Day. Apparently, New York doesn't realize that Patrick was walloped by Constance in the first round of Lent Madness 2011.
Tim and Scott talk about the patron saint of Ireland but also have plenty of time to answer "What does the Fox say?" but not "Who let the dogs out?" Perhaps you'll find the answer in Tim's most recent book though. They also talk about the resident foodie of Lent Madness, who blogs at Saints and Recipes.
If you want something to do next weekend while you're fighting Lent Madness Withdrawal (LMW), try watching back episodes of Monday Madness or the Archbishops' color commentary. If audio is your bag rather than video, check out Padre's Pods, an excellent podcast by Fr. Sean Maloney. In the most recent episode, he interviewed half of the SEC.
Most important, keep enjoying Lent Madness and invite others to the party. Happy Lent!
8 comments on “Monday Madness -- March 17, 2014”
Sigh. My dear patron saint. I hope you will consider running Patrick again so that those of us who have some Irish roots (in my case half of me) might give him a second chance. (Tho please don't pit him against St. David, as my other half is Welsh. AHHHH....imagine the anguish involved in that choice!)
Yes, please. Because we all know that Patrick was really Welsh... Good thing that God sent the two of them, since one alone might not have been enough.
Sigh. I just love Lent Madness. Berber...Berber carpet...Barbarian --...such fodder! All the writers are witty, and show such restraint from jokes just begging, nay, dying (by the sword) to be said, while eloquently saying more about a saint than may be found in just one reference book. Just enjoying the prosperity and purpleness of L M. Thank you.
Thanks for the shout-out!
You and the rest of the celeb bloggers are most welcome. Too bad alcuin didn't almost come up
with an emoticon for a curtsey! 😉
Look forward to the rest of the writers' MADNESS! (Btw, I enjoy finding grammatical errors too!)
That symbol on your head is NOT a shamrock. It is a SHAM shamrock, aka, a four-leaf clover.
Where would Patrick have got to if he'd had to explain the Trinity in that hat!
Tim, that hat would look much better if you could manage to smile...just saying
This is my first year of Lentmadness and I am finding it to be delightful and educational. my compliments to everyone involved. I would like to offer a candidate saint for a coming year -- unless she has already made an appearance -- Gladys May Alyward (1902-1970) aka, The Small Woman,, Anglican missionary to China in the 1930s who not only quelled prison riots, enforced the unbinding of women's feet, loved and adopted orphans and converted many to Christianity. Her life story was the inspiration for the book, The Small Woman by Alan Burgess as well as the movie titled The Inn of the Sixth Happiness. While I'm here making suggestions I have another: John Daly (1901-1985), bishop four times in Africa and Korea which he wrote about in his self-published biography, Four Mitres. He confirmed me in January of 1961 in the crypt of the Cathedral of Our Lady and St. Nicholas, Seoul Korea. He lived in the Bishop's residence across from the cathedral, a Korean style house with Korean style plumbing, heating, dining, etc. Once a month he would visit us (my family lived on South Post, an American military installation) for a Sunday evening. He brought a change of priestly garments to change into after he had the luxury of an American style shower and shampoo. Then he would come out to the dining room where my sister, brother and I cooked and served him an American meal. We were just kids and possessed limited cooking skills so the poor man got many burned pancakes, runny scrambled eggs and other very crisp bacon – for some reason I remember only serving him breakfast food!! Our mother, a teacher and fine cook, coached from the sidelines but pretty much let us do everything. Poor man, but he gave every indication of enjoying himself. Bishop Daly never married and with no children of his own, loved us dearly. When our father's work with USAID moved us to Phnom Phen, Cambodia later in 1961, Bishop Daly came to visit and went with us to see the ruins at Angkor Wat, then peacefully sleeping in their excavated state in the jungle near Siem Reap. He had once had malaria in Africa and continued to take medication and drink salt water for the disease. It is from him I learned how refreshing a cup of hot tea can be in the tropics as well as belief that one does not really know another language until you dream in that language. His kindness and joy in sharing Christ with those around him continued through to the last time we met on my honeymoon visiting England in 1973. He was then retired and helping out at a country church filled with mothers and babies for mid-week services. Sometime in the 1990s I visited where his ashes have been interred in the same church in London where he was ordained as a priest and celebrated his fiftieth anniversary of being the youngest bishop in the Anglican church. He is very fondly remembered for his decades of service in Ghana and Korea and his devotion to the Boy Scouts. And, I think ,would make a nice candidate for a future saintly bracket!