Fr Tameh Denis 🇨🇲

Father Tameh’s discussion of the many challenges facing Catholic priests today is well-informed, judicious, and wellworth study by bishops, priests, seminary formators, and seminarians. Deepening identification with Christ, the great High Priest; resisting clerical envy; living a disciplined life of self-sacrifice in the face of many temptations; boldly confronting spiritual boredom, the “noonday devil” of acedia; maintaining that sense of zeal that typically accompanies ordination but can become dulled over time; exercising spiritual fatherhood; eschewing fame or glamor; mentoring those who might imagine themselves called to a priestly vocation – Father Tameh explores each of these challenges with an insight formed by experience, serious theological reflection, and a rich spiritual life.  Marking his golden anniversary of priestly ordination with a vocational memoir, Pope St. John Paul II gave his book the striking title, Gift and Mystery – a dyad that summarized Karol Wojtyła’s understanding of what he had received, and that into which he had entered, on November 1, 1946, when he was ordained by Cardinal Adam Stefan Sapieha in the chapel of the archbishop’s residence in Kraków. Father Denis Tameh’s book marks him as a priest in the image of John Paul II: a priest who reverences his priesthood as an unmerited gift and lives it as a means of entering into the mystery of the incarnate Son of God, to whose priesthood he has been configured. This book is addressed, in the first instance, to the priests of Cameroon. It would be a great boon to the Church of the 21st century if it were known, read, and pondered throughout the world Church. GEORGE WEIGEL, the biographer of Pope St. John Paul II, is a Distinguished Senior Fellow of the Ethics and Public Policy Center in Washington, D.C., a visiting professor at the Pontifical Unievrsity of St. Thomas Aquinas (Angelicum) in Rome, and the author of thirty books.

@FrUgochukwu Happy birthday father.

This is my final week in my 30s. By the end of this week, I'll begin a new decade of life. Grateful to God for everything😍💪

Mount Cameroon Eruption 🇨🇲📍 1/2 Awaking from a 17th year dormancy on March 28, 1999, fissure opened on its southern flank and significant lava flowed. May 2000, a back to back activity shifted. This cycle featured distinct effusive, explosive & hydromagmatic volcanic activities

@mellycrochets Congratulations

It’s a good day to remind myself how much of a winner I am. Even in the rains, I glowed anyway🏆✨ Immensely grateful for everyone who voted ❤️🤎🏆

15th Sunday A When we listen to the parable of the sower, its catechetical and moral outline is immediately evident. But can we, for a moment, put ourselves in the shoes of the sower, as men and women entrusted with the delicate task of communicating God to a world so distracted? If we are sowers, then perhaps we must avoid the apparent carelessness of the sower in the text, who allows precious seed to fall on soil unable to receive it. Sometimes the problem is not that we do not preach, but that we fail to prepare the soil to receive the Word. We can be careless in how we invite people to Christ: our witness contradicts our preaching, and our actions fail to give power to the words we proclaim. In doing so, we ourselves choke the Word, harden hearts against God, and even those who initially listen soon give up when they encounter in us a lack of spiritual depth and a life that gives little credibility to what we preach. The seed is precious; perhaps the sower must learn to sow with greater care.

Rest in peace

The bravest man in the prison camp did not carry a rifle. He carried a Mass kit and a stolen sack of food, and the Communists were more afraid of him than of any soldier there. Father Emil Kapaun was a Catholic priest from a tiny farm town in Kansas. Soft spoken, humble, the kind of man who probably should have spent his life doing quiet parish work. Instead he put on an Army uniform and became a chaplain, and he ended up on the front line in Korea in the fall of 1950. At the battle of Unsan his unit got overrun by a massive Chinese assault. Men were told to pull out and save themselves. Kapaun refused to leave. He walked back and forth through the incoming fire, unarmed, dragging wounded soldiers out of the open, giving last rites to the dying, carrying men on his back. When the position finally fell he could have slipped away. He stayed with the wounded who could not move, knowing it meant capture. Then came the moment people never forgot. A Chinese soldier stood over a wounded American sergeant named Herbert Miller, about to execute him where he lay. Kapaun walked straight up, pushed the enemy soldier aside, picked the wounded man up off the ground, and carried him away. The enemy was so startled by the sheer nerve of it that they let it happen. Miller lived the rest of his life because a priest refused to let him be shot. What he did in the prison camp over the next seven months might be the most incredible part. In a filthy, freezing camp where men were dying of starvation and dysentery every day, Kapaun became the heart of the place. He snuck out at night to steal food for the sick. He boiled water in secret to keep men from dying of disease. He gave away his own tiny rations. He washed the filth off dying soldiers with his own hands, and he led prayers out loud in defiance of guards who beat him for it, keeping hope alive in men who had every reason to quit. The Communists hated him for it, because faith was the one thing they could not take from those prisoners as long as he was breathing. Eventually the beatings and the starvation and a blood clot broke his body. When he got too sick, the guards hauled him off to the death house, a filthy room where they dumped men to die alone. He forgave his guards on the way out. He died there in May 1951 at just thirty five years old. Sixty two years later they gave him the Medal of Honor. His fellow prisoners, the ones who lived because of him, spent their whole lives telling the world what he did. His body, long lost in an unmarked grave, was finally identified and brought home in 2021. And the Catholic Church is now on the road to declaring the humble priest from Kansas a saint.

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Wow. Let's just say I picked a good time to marry an Egyptian.

@KatiePMcGrady Lovely

I am no expert in soccer. But, I have learned something in watching the World Cup. katieprejeanmcgrady.substack.com/p/what-we-lear…

If Colombia beats Switzerland they will eliminate Argentina. They are so pedestrian in midfield and lack grit in defense.

Please delete those drafts😂😂😂

I am a die-hard Messi fan, but respect must always be given where it is due. I first noticed Cristiano Ronaldo at the 2006 World Cup. He was absolutely electric, and I found myself rooting for Portugal because of him. I loved watching his early years at Manchester United, when he was an exciting trickster who could beat anyone with flair and confidence. Then at Real Madrid, he reinvented himself, becoming perhaps the most lethal goalscorer football has ever seen. As a Messi fan, I will always believe Messi is the greatest. But greatness recognizes greatness. Cristiano Ronaldo belongs in the highest hall of fame of football. He is a once-in-a-generation player, a relentless competitor, and a legend whose impact on the game will never be forgotten. Football will miss you. Thank you for the memories.

Ronaldo fanatics. Delete those drafts😁

Croatia has been cruelly treated in this game. This is not fair at all.

I am very pained by this Senegal defeat.

The Crater lake of Mfou (Mfout) 🇨🇲📍

Sad day

Ivory Coast are so good on the ball, but they play like there’s always another 90 minutes waiting. Beautiful football needs urgency, bite, and killer instinct. In knockout football, you kill games and you hurt teams.

Please Morocco, do the needful and send the Dutch home.