Elgin, Animals, Ethics, and a Decalogue Detail

Illustration from Wanda Gág's 'Millions of Cats'. (1928)
From Wanda Gág’s “Millions of Cats”. (1928)

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 when my father and I were outside and near the front of the house.

Now, cats act like cats: but they also have personalities. They can act aloof, hostile, seemingly-oblivious, vaguely interested in you: or possibly in something behind you.

But I have never met a cat as delighted to see me, or maybe it was my father, as Elgin.

He, or possibly she, would approach us at something a tad faster than a cat’s usual walk.

She, or possibly he, would have managed more speed, if — I’ll skip the he/she thing and arbitrarily use “she” — she’d have been marginally faster if she hadn’t been rubbing her left, then right, cheek on the grass as she approached.

I’ve never seen a cat other than Elgin do that.

Once near our feet, she’d stick around for behind-the-ear skritches and other non-verbal greetings from us. Being us, my father and I would also make appropriate vocal greetings.

These conversations with Elgin didn’t last long. At some point she’d head back to the yard north of 1010, after which my father and I would get on with whatever we’d been doing.

To my knowledge, Elgin never followed us back to the door of 1010, or indicated an interest in anything other than friendly greetings.

Finally, about calling her “Elgin”, or LGN. Elgin was a distinctly small cat: ‘kitten-size’, but didn’t grow in the time we knew her. She was also gray, so my father called her our LGN, or Little Grey Neighbor.

Ethics and Rules That Make Sense

Photo from BBC News: 'Demonstrations have continued since Mr Floyd's death in Minneapolis police custody on Monday'. (May 30, 2020) see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arson_damage_during_the_George_Floyd_protests_in_Minneapolis%E2%80%93Saint_Paul
Fervent demonstrations, Minneapolis. (May 2020)
This year’s SNAFU could be worse,
and that’s another topic. Topics.

My father and I have a common interest in and affection for animals. He’s long-since deceased, but I’m using present tense because — that’s a discussion for another time, involving last things1 and a whole mess of other topics.

How I feel about animals matters, to me, but what matters a great deal more is what we’re told about how we’re supposed to treat them. That brings me to ideas like ethics, rules, and why I don’t trust strong feelings: mine, or those expressed by others. All of which deserves much more time and attention than I’ve got this week.

Old Rules, and Reminders

John Tenniel's 'Executioner argues with King about cutting off Cheshire Cat's head, from 'Alice in Wonderland', Lewis Carroll. (1865, republished 1866)
Cheshire Cat, King, Queen, and Executioner. (1866)
A judicial discussion in Wonderland.
(Hierarchy of authority is a topic for another day.)

So I’ll discuss, briefly, what the Church says about animals and how we should treat them.

Oddly enough, animal welfare connects with one of the Decalogue’s rules.

“You shall not steal.”
(Exodus 20:15) (and see Leviticus 19:11, Deuteronomy 5:19)

It’s been years since I saw a particular single-panel cartoon showing Moses on Mount Sinai.

Looking at the words “don’t be a jerk” on a stone tablet, Moses tells God, “trust me, you need to be more specific”.

That’s not how we got the Decalogue, but the cartoon made a point. Many, maybe most, of us need to be told, or at least reminded, how the basics, like “do not steal”, affect how we should act.

Like this bit —

“You shall not muzzle an ox when it treads out grain.”
(Deuteronomy 25:5)

Loving Animals, But Loving People More

William Hogarth's 'Second Stage of Cruelty', detail. Tom Nero beating his horse. (1751) see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Four_Stages_of_Cruelty
Detail, Hogarth’s ‘Second Stage of Cruelty’, Tom Nero beating his horse. (1751)
Subtle, no. But Hogarth has a point.

Not muzzling an ox may have profound metaphoric and spiritual significance.

But I figure there’s also a more obvious meaning, beyond the example given: don’t mistreat animals.

Upwards of two and a half millennia later, treating animals humanely is still a good idea.

Which is why a discussion of “you shall not steal” includes this:

“2415 The seventh commandment enjoins respect for the integrity of creation. Animals, like plants and inanimate beings, are by nature destined for the common good of past, present, and future humanity. Use of the mineral, vegetable, and animal resources of the universe cannot be divorced from respect for moral imperatives. Man’s dominion over inanimate and other living beings granted by the Creator is not absolute; it is limited by concern for the quality of life of his neighbor, including generations to come; it requires a religious respect for the integrity of creation.

“2416 Animals are God’s creatures. He surrounds them with his providential care. By their mere existence they bless him and give him glory. Thus men owe them kindness. We should recall the gentleness with which saints like St. Francis of Assisi or St. Philip Neri treated animals.

“2417 God entrusted animals to the stewardship of those whom he created in his own image. Hence it is legitimate to use animals for food and clothing. They may be domesticated to help man in his work and leisure. Medical and scientific experimentation on animals is a morally acceptable practice, if it remains within reasonable limits and contributes to caring for or saving human lives.

“2418 It is contrary to human dignity to cause animals to suffer or die needlessly. It is likewise unworthy to spend money on them that should as a priority go to the relief of human misery. One can love animals; one should not direct to them the affection due only to persons.
(Catechism of the Catholic Church, Respect for the integrity of creation)
[emphasis mine]

As usual, I’ve talked about this sort of thing before:


1 Last things, briefly:

“1021 Death puts an end to human life as the time open to either accepting or rejecting the divine grace manifested in Christ. The New Testament speaks of judgment primarily in its aspect of the final encounter with Christ in his second coming, but also repeatedly affirms that each will be rewarded immediately after death in accordance with his works and faith. the parable of the poor man Lazarus and the words of Christ on the cross to the good thief, as well as other New Testament texts speak of a final destiny of the soul -a destiny which can be different for some and for others.

“1022 Each man receives his eternal retribution in his immortal soul at the very moment of his death, in a particular judgment that refers his life to Christ: either entrance into the blessedness of heaven-through a purification or immediately,-or immediate and everlasting damnation.

At the evening of life, we shall be judged on our love.
(St. John of the Cross, Dichos 64.)

(Catechism of the Catholic Church)

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Very Cold Weather, Sewer Problem, But Otherwise Fine

National Weather Service national weather map 22:28 UTC (January 22, 2026)
It’s COLD outside, here in Minnesota. (4:28 p.m. (22:28 UTC), January 22, 2026)
Louis M. Glackens' cartoon in Puck: 'The Yellow Press'. William Randolph Hearst as a jester tossing newspapers with headlines such as 'Appeals to Passion, Venom, Sensationalism, Attacks on Honest Officials, Strife, Distorted News, Personal Grievance, Misrepresentation' to a crowd of eager readers, among them an anarchist assassinating a politician speaking from a platform draped with American flags; on the left, men labeled 'Man who buys the comic supplement for the kids, Businessman, Gullible Reformer, Advertiser, and Decent Citizen' carry bags of money that they dump into Hearst's printing press'. (October 12, 1910)
Eager readers and a jester-journalist with “Appeals to Passion”, “Venom”, “Sensationalism”, “Strife”…. (1910)
More than a century later, still familiar.

Minnesota’s in the news, but not because of the weather. That’s another topic, for another day.

An Extreme Cold Warning has been in effect for my part of Minnesota since 3:00 this afternoon. It runs until noon tomorrow, when a Cold Weather Advisory starts. That’ll run until Saturday noon.

But the weather my news feed has been showing me is about the “heavy snow, crippling ice and frigid temperatures” of a winter storm that’ll make life interesting for folks in “more than 2 dozen states”. Maybe excessively interesting. Focusing on states from New Mexico and Texas to Maine and the Carolinas does make sense.

One of the things I like about Minnesota is that our weather isn’t boring. Besides adding variety to our lives, that’s encouraged us to have equipment on hand for dealing with snow, rain, heat, cold, and various combinations thereof.

Still, the next few days will be distinctive. At the moment, 5:40 in the afternoon, it’s -17°F, -27°C. There’s a wind out of the northwest at 18, with gusts to 23 mph, which gives us a windchill of -43°F, -42°C.

I’ll gladly stay inside, where there’s a very good chance that the furnace will keep working.

A Sewer Situation

Brian H. Gill's photo: Sauk Center Utilities crew checking sewer on South Ash Street (January 20, 2026)
Tuesday afternoon: Sauk Centre Utilities crew checking out the ‘city’ sewer out front. (January 20, 2026)

The good news is that we noticed the trouble early, and the kids found an outfit maybe an hour down the road with equipment that could deal with what seemed to be a clogged sewer.

The frustrating news is that we’re still in mid-process, but at least now we can run water out the municipal sewer system.

There wasn’t much damage in the basement and elsewhere, and if the fellow who was supposed to come today gets over the flu, we’ll know more some time Monday.

Flu? Seems it’s going around these parts just now. Which might explain how we’ve been feeling, and that’s yet another topic.

But, aside from a sewer situation and feeling the occasional draft — my desk is in the northwest corner of this former farm house, and in the four decades we’ve been here we still haven’t found and blocked every gap and cranny. Never mind.

Aside from that, we’re doing fairly well. And life hasn’t been boring. At all.

Finally, yes; we do talk about the weather quite a bit in these parts.

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Our Lady of Angels: My Home Parish

Last Saturday I learned that my home parish, Our Lady of Angels in Sauk Centre, will almost certainly close this year. I’m not happy about that. At all.

There’s some detail here:

And a little background on the Area Catholic Communities setup we have now:

And there’s that video, from February 24, 2025.

Our bishop’s talk about positivity, hope, and the Church not being buildings, but people who follow Jesus? I see his point.

I see the point, but I’m still not at all happy about what’s happening.

Better Communication This Time Around

Google Street Maps: Padua, Minnesota. There used to be a Catholic parish here. (image from May 2023)
Padua, Minnesota: there used to be a parish here.
Diocese of Saint Cloud Area Catholic Communities (ACC) Map. (updated July 6, 2023)
Area Catholic Communities (ACC) map, courtesy Diocese of Saint Cloud. (updated July 6, 2023)

Even so, the situation now is better than what happened quite a few years back when several other parishes around here were closed.

From what I hear, quite a few folks went to church one day and learned that their home parish no longer exited. No talks, no communication, just: it’s closed.

I haven’t researched what happened, and so don’t have the full picture. But it sort of makes sense. We’re a rural area, at the far end of Stearns County from Diocese headquarters in St. Cloud. It just may not have occurred to folks — I’ll stop now.

The good news is that this time around, we are being kept in the loop.

Losing a place that’s been important for generations is hard, but at least we have time to get ready for the final loss of our parish.

Germans, the Irish, and a Little Local History

Google Street Maps: Sauk Centre, Minnesota: looking north on Highway 71/Main Street. (image from May 2023)
Sauk Centre, Minnesota: the town I call home.
Screenshot from Parishes on the Prairie Livestream', YouTube (December 28, 2029) see https://parishesontheprairie.org/
Mass at St. Paul’s, Sauk Centre. (December 28, 2024)

Happily, we can celebrate Mass over at St. Paul’s. That was the “German church” here in Sauk Centre.

In Sauk Centre’s early days, pretty much everyone was either German or Irish.

The Germans were, for the most part, fairly recent arrivals in this country: which accounts for their preferring priests who spoke German during Mass. They were also a bit better-off economically than the Irish: or so I’ve heard. At any rate, anyone celebrating Mass with the Germans could follow along: but unless they understood German, the homilies would have needed translation.

Now, the Germans understood English well enough. But, like I said, they liked their Mass in German.

The Irish might have preferred hearing homilies in Gaeilge, but they’d been using English back in the old country — and that’s another topic.

So — I don’t know details — the Irish ended up with their own parish, here in Sauk Centre’s south side. It wasn’t, on the whole, as prosperous as the German one, or so I understand, but we’ve done a pretty good job with the building and its fittings over the generations.

And the homilies in the “Irish church” were in a language the parishioners understood. Still are, for that matter, although a whole lot of not-Irish worship here; and the “German church” has long since stopped being so very German, and English is spoken in both.

Memories and a Photo

Our Lady of the Angels, Sauk Centre, Minnesota: west entrance. Picture is a print of Tiepolo's 'The Immaculate Conception.' (1767-1768)
Our Lady of the Angels (OLA) in Sauk Centre, Minnesota: northwest entrance. (September 20, 2022)

I don’t have more to say, at least for now, apart from this quick wrap up.

Our Lady of Angels is my wife’s home parish, the one she grew up in. We were married there, in the mid-1980s. That was before an addition put the church’s entrance stairs inside, and added an elevator for folks who have trouble with stairs.

The elevator’s out of order now. I don’t suppose it’ll be repaired. Not unless the diocese finds another use for the building. Which I hope happens.

If memory serves, the Marian garden, between Our Lady of Angels and what was the rectory, dates from that entrance-and-elevator construction.

Still More Photos

Our Lady of the Angels, Sauk Centre, Minnesota: stairs leading to worship area entrance, with Infant of Prague statue and candle rack.
Candle rack and our parish’s Infant of Prague, near OLA’s worship area entrance. (September 20, 2022)

It’s been about three and a quarter years since somebody did remarkably little damage during a drunken spree in Our Lady of Angels church. I got some photos, after folks cleaned up the mess.

I posted them the next Saturday, but this seems like a good time to share them again, along with a look at our Polka Mass in 2019, Christmas season and Corpus Christi procession of 2015, and the Marian garden in 2013.

Looking at those dates, I realize that I don’t get out much these days. And that’s yet another topic.

Our Lady of the Angels, Sauk Centre, Minnesota: main entrance to worship area, showing space formerly occupied by a statue.
Main entrance to the OLA nave/sanctuary. One of our statues isn’t there. (September 20, 2022)
Art inspired by Tiepolo's 'The Immaculate Conception,' over the altar in Our Lady of the Angels, Sauk Centre, Minnesota.
Over OLA’s altar area, art inspired by Tiepolo’s ‘The Immaculate Conception.’ (September 20, 2022)
Statues in Our Lady of the Angels, Sauk Centre, Minnesota, that were not damaged.
Happily-undamaged statues near OLA’s altar area. (September 20, 2022)
Our elevator, a wheelchair and a crucifix, in Our Lady of the Angels, Sauk Centre, Minnesota's entrance area.
In the OLA entrance area: the elevator, a wheelchair and a crucifix. (September 20, 2022)
Our Lady of the Angels polka Mass, Dale Dahmen & The Polka Beats. (2019)
Our Lady of Angels, my parish church, second Saturday of Christmas: January 2, 2015.
Brian H. Gill's photo: Corpus Christi procession, Sauk Centre, Minnesota. (June 7, 2015)
Corpus Christi procession, Sauk Centre, Minnesota. (2015)
Brian H. Gill's photo: Our Lady of Angels' Marian garden. (July 2013)
Our Lady of Angels’ Marian Garden: a good place to sit and think. (2013)

More-or-less related posts:

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Lily of the Valley: Tiny Flowers in Retrospect

Rosendahl's photo: lily of the valley.
Lily of the valley. Rosendahl’s photo.

Depending on who’s talking and what they’re talking about, lily of the valley is a woodland flower that likes shade, a 19th century hymn, a French novel, or something else.1

I’m not going to be talking about hymns or novels. Not today, anyway.

There’s a whole mess of symbolism hanging around these little white flowers, too. Mostly involving humility, happiness and good stuff like that. Which strikes me as odd, since the wildflowers are distinctly poisonous.2 On the other hand, they do — I gather — smell nice.

I’m not going to talk about that, either. Mostly because the lily of the valley’s sprays of tiny white flowers are, for me, symbolic of a house I grew up in. Along with a rhubarb patch. And clothes lines. Among other things.

Wildflower, Weed: Take Your Pick

Anonymous photo from The Old Car Manual Project: Brochures. 1957 Pontiac Chieftain four-door sedan. See https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pontiac_Chieftain
My folks had a car not unlike this one.

The first house I remember living in, 818, had room on its north side for a driveway, with about a foot left over next to the house.

Although my parents weren’t particularly enthusiastic gardeners, that foot-wide patch of dirt sported a lush green cover and lovely little white flowers every year. I liked the green, and I really liked those tiny white bells. I remember asking my folks about them, and learning that they’re ‘weeds’. Or not particularly desirable, at any rate.

Why they were undesirable, that’s something I wasn’t told.

A Weed by Any Other Name Would Still Look Nice

Violmsyan's photo: Lily of the valley in Yerevan, Armenia. (May 10, 2020) from https://gardens.si.edu/gardens/pioneering-plants-at-the-national-museum-of-natural-history/ and see https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Lily_of_the_valley_in_Yerevan_01.jpg
Lily of the valley in Yerevan, Armenia. Violmsyan’s photo. (May 10, 2020)

That remained one of many puzzles from my formative years: until I looked up lily of the valley, week before last.

Some tightly-wound resources identified lily of the valley as an invasive species. Which, technically, I suppose it is. Although it’s not even close to being in the kudzu class.3

Convallaria majalis, that’s lily of the valley’s binomial/Linnaean/Latin moniker, is supposed to be in Europe and parts of Asia.

Illustration of Convallaria majalis, from 'Köhler's Medizinal-Pflanzen', Franz Eugen Köhler (1897).
Convallaria majalis, illustration from “Köhler’s Medizinal-Pflanzen”, Franz Eugen Köhler (1897).

Time was when we had, officially, varieties of Convallaria majalis:

  • Convallaria majalis var. majalis
    • European/Asian lily of the valley
  • Convallaria majalis var. keiskei
    • Japanese lily of the valley
  • Convallaria majalis var. montana
    • Appalachian lily of the valley

Now they’re seen as three entirely different species:

  • Convallaria majalis
    • European/Asian lily of the valley
  • Convallaria keiskei
    • Japanese lily of the valley
  • Convallaria pseudomajalis
    • Appalachian lily of the valley

Either way, those tiny white flowers look like lily of the valley to me, so that’s what I’ll call them. And I’ll keep remembering them as a delightful sight on the north side of 818, even though they don’t, officially, belong in central North America.

More Memories, and Making Sense of “Humility”

Fred Barnard's Uriah Heep, from 'David Copperfield. (1870s) see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uriah_Heep_(David_Copperfield)
“… ‘I am well aware that I am the umblest person going,’ said Uriah Heep, modestly….”
(“David Copperfield”, Ch. 16, C. Dickens)

When I started writing this, I couldn’t quite remember what those little white flowers were called.

I asked my wife — always a good idea, whatever the circumstances — she thought a moment, then said “lily of the valley?”

That sounded right, so I did a little looking around online, and eventually I found Rosendahl’s photo. Who Rosendahl is, that I don’t know.

I could go on — and on, and on — about 818, life without a sense of smell, and why humility isn’t all about smart folks trying to believe they’re not.

But I won’t. I’m taking it easy this week.

Besides, I’ve talked about that before:


1 Lots and lots of lilies of the valley:

2 Lovely, fragrant, lethal:

3 It seemed like a good idea at the time:

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Satan, Sin, Politics, and Making Sense Anyway

“The Devil”, Fulton Sheen, Family Retreat (5 of 12), Catholic Clips on YouTube.

I may offend pretty much everyone this week. Then again, maybe not.

Either way, instead of what I’d planned on writing, I’ll be sharing a video which, despite some rather dated terminology, makes good points about the devil: and why living as if ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ exist makes sense. I’ve got a bit to say about that, too.

This isn’t my favorite topic, but — touching on it seemed like a good idea.

Watching an Old Video

Fred Palumbo, World Telegram staff photographer's photo: Fulton J. Sheen, Roman Catholic Bishop and early television preacher, on a set for one of his regular television programs. (1952) New York World-Telegram & Sun Collection, Library of Congress, http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/cph.3c23461 via Wikipedia
Fulton J. Sheen. (1952)

It’s been ‘one of those weeks’, although there’s nothing obviously wrong with me, and life is going well.

Even so, I kept getting writer’s block whenever I sat down and tried writing about what I had in mind for this week.

Then a 37-minute video of the Venerable Fulton Sheen, possibly from the early 1970s, showed up in my YouTube feed.

I’ve known about Fulton Sheen since before I became a Catholic, and figured I had 37 minutes available for the video.

That’s more time than I’ll set aside for an old “The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle and Friends” show. But I started watching anyway. Partly because Fulton Sheen is among the folks I think make sense when they talk or write.

By the time I was through listening, I’d started writing this.

Theology, Slogans, and Human Nature

John Martin's painting: 'Pandemonium' (1841) see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Martin_(painter) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pand%C3%A6monium_(Paradise_Lost)
John Martin’s “Pandemonium”. (1841)

I wouldn’t take all theological details of a joke Fulton Sheen told in the first few minutes too seriously.

It involves tourist jaunts between Heaven and Hell. The point isn’t the jaunts, but what the devil ‘looks like’ as we go along through life.

Another thing: Fulton Sheen was talking to Christians in this video. That may be why he didn’t spend time talking about why following Jesus is the right choice. I won’t, either, beyond saying that seeking truth and accepting mercy makes sense. To me, at any rate.

As for why I see a point in sharing a video recorded a half-century back — some things change, some don’t change.

Fashions, like maxicoats — or was it maxiskirts? — change. So do slogans, like “theology is politics” and “I gotta be me”.

Other things don’t change, like whether or not hating my neighbor is okay. It’s not okay, by the way. I should love God, love my neighbors, and see everyone as my neighbor. Always. (Matthew 5:4344, 22:3640; Mark 12:2831; Luke 6:31, 10:2527, 2937; Catechism of the Catholic Church, 2196)

Human nature hasn’t changed, either. It’s as good, and as wounded, now as it was in my youth, on that first Christmas, and since long before we started keeping written records.

That’s why I think that what Fulton Sheen said about the devil/Satan, attitudes, assumptions, and living as if what we do matters, is worth hearing.

Finally, before I wrap this up, about theology:

“Theology and religion are not the same thing. When the churches are controlled by theologians religious people stay away.”
[Holbrook Jackson]
Theology is simply that part of religion that requires brains
[G. K. Chesterton’s comment, written in green pencil]
(“Platitudes Undone”, Ignatius Press (1997 page 25 (The Inner Temple)); facsimile edition of “Platitudes in the Making: Precepts and Advices for Gentlefolk”, Holbrook Jackson (1911))

Considering attitudes and opinions that have been seen as ‘intelligent’ or ‘reverent’, I’d better say it: I think Chesterton is right about theology.

Making Sense

Promotional poster: 'Thurston the Great Magician'. (1910) Strobridge Lithograph Co., Cincinnati, New York see https://loc.gov/pictures/collection/var/
A stage magician’s poster. (1910)
Colorful, but not theologically sound.

At the moment, I’m simply not up to explaining why I think Satan is real and doesn’t wear red tights.

The same goes for why I —

  • Take Jesus seriously
  • Try acting as if my beliefs matter
  • Take civic responsibility seriously
  • Believe some acts are always right
    • And some are always wrong

— and why seeing ethics/morality as more than personal preference doesn’t make me ‘political’.

Besides, I’ve talked about Satan, Jesus, being human, and all that, before:

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