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Ronda Chervin received a Ph.D. in Philosophy from Fordham University and an MA in Religious Studies from Notre Dame Apostolic Institute. A widow, mother, and grandmother, she currently teaches philosophy at Holy Apostles College and Seminary in Cromwell, Connecticut. Write to her at chervinronda@gmail.com.
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“I should not like to be too harsh on this commission’s labors. It numbered a certain number of genuine scholars and more than one experienced and judicious pastor. Under different circumstances, they might have accomplished excellent work. Unfortunately, on the one hand, a deadly error in judgment placed the official leadership of this committee in the hands of a man who—though generous and brave—was not very knowledgeable: Cardinal Larcaro. He was utterly incapable of resisting the maneuvers of the mealy-mouthed scoundrel that the Neapolitan Vincentian, Annibale, a man as bereft of culture as he was of basic honesty, soon revealed himself to be.”
— Fr. Bouyer, a liturgical expert appointed by Pope Paul VI

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Nothing to fear except fear itself.
published 20 January 2013 by Dr. Ronda Chervin

My spiritual friend, Bev Hinkel, a faithful reader of this blog, sent me this wonderful meditation:

God loves me more than the devil hates me.
I have nothing to fear except fear itself.
Perfect love casts out all fear.
God’s love for me is perfect.
Therefore I will not fear________. (fill in the blank)

I was writing to one of my daughters about a future possible project. Should I try or not? She replied in such an amusing way: “No way to tell until you try it. I suggest exerting forceful control on the part of you that likes to frost the cake before the ingredients are even stirred together, much less baked and cooled!

The new techy Ronda thought that I could eliminate more manila files by transferring old photos onto my screen saver. I picked out 50 of my favorites from old folders and got one of my grandsons to photograph the photos and put them up so that every five minutes so that they would circulate when I was not directly working at the computer in tandem every five minutes with one of my favorite pictures of Jesus. The unpredicted effect is that I pray for each of these members of my family and friends even more often as their faces pass by daily!

I used to think it was kind of phony the way photos usually capture the best posed face of the person. Candid shots, of course, often reveal some of the less pleasing features that happened strike the photographer as worth saving. However, since putting up these photos on the screen of the computer I have been thinking it is a kind of healing exercise. Why not be thinking of the most loving face of everyone I have known instead of some expression manifesting conflicts with me! A foretaste of the resurrected body in heaven?