Category Archives: Being Catholic

Trying to live as if loving God, and my neighbors, matters

Lenten Misery Misses the Point

Posted on February 28, 2026 by Brian H. Gill

It’s Lent and I’m a Catholic. So how come I’m not sitting in some dark corner, reflecting on doom, gloom, and how perfectly rotten I am? Or at least moaning and wringing my hands over the world’s dreadfully dire state: … Continue reading →

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Visiting a Power Plant, Learning From My Father

Posted on February 21, 2026 by Brian H. Gill

When my father told me he was taking me to see the power plant,1 I was very excited; and looked forward to seeing a plant that somehow produced significant amounts of electricity. As it turned out, the “power plant” was … Continue reading →

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Sewer Repair, and Applying Ethical Principles

Posted on February 7, 2026 by Brian H. Gill

Last week I talked about incidents, politics, and the news in my home state, Minnesota. This week I’m talking about a comparatively pleasant matter: sewer repair. Before anything else, though: good news, at least for us. Our household’s sewer connection … Continue reading →

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Politics, Poppycock, and a Mess in Minnesota

Posted on January 31, 2026 by Brian H. Gill

Minnesota and Minneapolis have been national news for more than a month now. This is my home state. I’m not happy about what’s in the news, and concerned about what’s dropped out of the news. Ignoring the mess isn’t an … Continue reading →

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Elgin, Animals, Ethics, and a Decalogue Detail

Posted on January 24, 2026 by Brian H. Gill

I don’t know what, if any, name the neighbors had given “LGN”: pronounced “Elgin”. I’m not even sure that the little grey cat belonged to our neighbors at 1010. But she, or possibly he, came from their yard very regularly … Continue reading →

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