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The Georgia Bulletin
August 23,1979
Andrew Young
Andrew Young was the United
States Ambassador to the U.N. He was
friend of President Carter. He was a
member of the President’s cabinet. He
sat and conferred with the political
high and mighty. He was a welcome
and helpful voice in coaxing the
emergence of the African continent.
In all of these trusted and
sometimes traumatic positions, he let
his voice be heard. Sometimes those
words were diplomatically deplorable.
Sometimes they gave an inexperienced
President from Plains fits. But they
were part of this man, a minister of
the gospel at heart, a servant of
human rights at best.
Young, a true son of the South,
was raised on the food of compassion.
Constantly at the side of his mentor,
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., he knew
the brutality of small town jails. He
learned the kinship of violence as he
marched the powerless to the
mountain of simple justice. He saw
the sacrifices made willingly by so
many rejected and misunderstood.
This background of service to the
deprived, he brought to the sensitive
offices of the U.N. Ambassador. He
was expected to speak in general
diplomatic terms of specified
noncomment and obviously, this, he
found, impossible.
Last week Andrew Young was fired
for his most undiplomatic faux pas.
He spoke with the wandering Arabs of
Palestine. Their acts of violence in
that hot bed of violence, the Middle
East, are unforgivable. But the
Palestinians do exist. They are a
sizable tribe seeking a homeland.
Decades ago starvation would have
quickened their end, had not the U.N.
intervened. We cannot go on much
longer blindly denying their existance.
All sides of the bitter conflict, that
constantly grows hotter, want to
igriore them. The Arab brotherhood
sees them as a nuisance and Isarael
sees them as a threat. Those who
stand outside looking in know they
are really a menace. Hatred and
frustration broils in their camps.
There is little hope for peaceful
coexistence as their fate remains an
undecided issue.
Andrew Young was certainly
unfaithful to his diplomatic position
on the President’s team. But he did
perform a service to the world. Every
self-respecting nation seeking a lasting
peace in the Middle East can be
absolutely certain that the ultimate
settlement of the Palestinian nation
must be a part of the final blueprint.
Over objections that loudly
resound, from Jew and Arab, or
anyone else, it is time to include those
who represent the legitimate
Palestinian nation at the summit table
of peace.
-NCB
A Day At The Monastery
Teresa Cernazian
I hadn’t been to the Monastery of the
Holy Spirit in Conyers in quite a while so
one sweltering weekday in early August my
friend Terry Weaver and I drove down with
some of our children.
A visit to the lofty white sanctuary
brought back wonderful memories as we
knelt in the peaceful atmosphere. My
husband had made several retreats and
worked on many Cursillo renewal weekends
at the monastery and in doing so became
close to several of the monks. It was also in
these grace-filled surroundings that he read
about and made the St. Louis de Montfort
Total Act of Consecration to Jesus through
Mary, ten years before his death. (The
beautiful stained-glass image of Our Lady
and the Christ Child overlooking the altar
reveals the prominence Our Lady plays in
the life of these Trappist monks.)
After our visit, we strolled leisurely over
to the edge of the lake where we ate our
lunch. The peacocks housed near the lake
were a special treat for Terry’s youngest
children, Tracy and Matt, though we all
enjoyed watching the colorful and sprightly
creatures. It was only later that I learned the
peacocks were the beloved pets of the
famous writer Flannery O’Connor and were
given to the monastery after her death.
Though swimming and fishing (much to
our boys’ disappointment) are not allowed
on the lake, we found it relaxing to watch
the graceful swans work their way through
the water without a care in the world.
Browsing in the gift shop was next on the
agenda and the monks are to be
complimented for the enormous variety of
books and religious articles that are stocked.
(Terry and I were happy to see “The
Birthright Story” by Louise Summerhill.)
The sand-cast creations done by some of the
talented monks were quite appealing and
offer a novel gift idea. Rosaries, statues,
medals and pictures of Our Lady and many
of the saints were in abundance, making an
enticing invitation for us to “hurry back”
another weekday, since the gift shop is not
opened on Sunday.
“Taste and see the goodness of the
Lord.”
The famous greenhouse was not open
while we were there, so we ended our day
with another visit to the chapel. As we left, a
group was being guided around by one of
the monks and I couldn’t help but reflect on
the evangelical outreach the monastery
provides.
The greatest aspect in having a monastery
so close is the convenience in simply picking
up the phone and putting in a prayer
request. I’ve given them my share for various
intentions, particularly when there’s a
Birthright client that many of the volunteers
are praying for. The monks are always there
when you need them and we’ll never know,
this side of heaven, how many favors have
been granted because of their prayers. By
the time you read this, the monks will have
had their annual celebration of anniversaries
on August 22, the Feast of the Queenship of
Mary. Soon after that, Father Anthony will
be leaving for one of the Trappist houses in
Nigeria for a year. God’s blessings,
Father . . . arriverderci. . .
Praying and making reparation for a
sinful and suffering world, these 60 men
called to contemplative living, form a unique
community. It beckons people of all ages
and from all walks of life to “Taste and see
the goodness of the Lord,” in a very special
way.
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Soccer Makes The World Smaller
Dave McGill
My first experience of any kind with
soccer was about 10 years ago, when our son
Mike played on the Yellowjackets, a YMCA
team of first-grade boys mostly from IHM
Parish. Pat Griffin was the coach, and a great
one he was; the team later became
Chanpions. However, something more
important than a championship happened on
that little team that warmed everyone’s
heart on a small scale, and at the same time
made the world forever smaller, at least for
me, on a global scale.
Pat has recently recalled the story for me
and for you:
“A little boy named David started to
come out to practice with Timmy Kelahan.
He walked with a severe limp. It was
explained to us that he had been hit by a car
and as a result was very limited as far as
playing normal games with children his age
was concerned.
“The Yellowjackets looked upon David as
sort of the team mascot at first, but later the
boys asked me if he could join the team as a
player. I got permission from his parents and
from the league, and the boys all vowed that
they would take care of David, and protect
him they did. For two games. After that,
nature and determination just took over this
little boy. By the third game, he was out
there battling with the rest of the guys. It
was quite an accomplishment for a
youngster who wasn’t even supposed to be
able to run!
“The team won their division that year,
and David’s trophy is still one of his
proudest possessions even though it’s been
broken and repaired a number of times.
David began the next season with us, but
then his family moved to New York. It’s a
small world, isn’t it? His dad is Phil
Woosnam, and he moved to New York to
become Commissioner of the North
American Soccer League.”
(In case you’re not a soccer fan, that is
the same job that Pete Rozelle has with the
NFL in pro football and that Bowie Kuhn
has in major league baseball.)
I used to go to all the games, and I’d see
Phil Woosnam there too. Needless to say, he
was the proudest father of us all. But in spite
of the fact that he was a star player as well
as the coach of the Chiefs (Atlanta’s ONLY
pro champs in history), Phil never once tried
to tell Pat he should do this or not do that in
coaching his little team. I guess he knew that
if his own dream (which is gradually coming
true) of a soccer-loving America was to come
to pass, it was going to have to do so
through dedicated people like Pat Griffin
and his young team making their mistakes
and progressing through them as they
learned both to play and to appreciate the
same.
Thus, cheering for a team of little boys
beside another father who quickly became
the U.S. pro soccer Commissioner has made
the world smaller for me. I saw Phil
Woosnam in an airport six years later, and he
remembered that I was one of the dads of
that little team.
Soccer shrinks the globe in other ways,
too, it being the most international of
sports. For example, in the finals of the
World Cup last summer, Argentina beat
Holland, with some of the other world class
teams which came close being Peru, Poland,
Italy, Brazil, Austria, and West Germany.
The U.S. is beginning to take soccer much
more seriously now; this is because each
year, more and more thousands of American
kids are starting out at young ages to play
and love the game. The NASL games are
drawing well in most cities (2/3 of the 24
teams are averaging between 10,000 and
46,000 fans per game!); right now the
biggest problem arises from the fact that
each team has to carry six Americans and to
start two of them. What is happening is that
there is competition to win to the extent
that local talent (not yet up to the quality
that can be imported) is benched in an effort
to gain victories. Personally, I think they
should be forced to add one required
American starter each year. Then by the
time a decade passes, the Americanization of
our professional soccer will have been
accomplished, and the quality of play of our
home-grown talent will be right up there.
Anyway, because of what I saw 10 years
ago, I too became interested in coaching kids
in soccer. I volunteered to help coach several
teams, then took on several squads of little
boys myself.
After my son grew out of the YMCA
league, there were a couple of lost years in
there during which I missed the coaching,
and then it happened. My daughter Gayle
told me she wanted to play soccer, and after
she got the bug playing in the fall of 1975
for Mo Rusmisel of IHM, Jerry Nix and I
started coaching little girls, and THAT is a
whole ’nother article!
Working Women
Sheila Mallon
“You have to eat everything on your
plate - remember the starving people in
Europe.” I can probably thank that
statement reiterated at every meal when I
was a child for all the excess avoirdupois I
am heir to at this moment. To this day I feel
a surge of guilt if I leave anything on my
plate. When I grew old enough to question
what possible good the starving people in
Europe would receive from the cleanliness of
my plate, my grandmother simply replied
with one of those unanswerable dictums,
“Waste not - want not.”
I find myself even today repeating things
I have heard over and over as a child to my
grandchildren - phrases such as “Carrots are
good for your eyes,” “Don’t swim on a full
stomach,” “God is with you in the night,”
“Do unto others” and so on.
It occurred to me this week that so often
what we learn by rote and example and
reiteration stay with us even though we are
unconscious of it all our lives. How
important then must be the knowledge and
example we impart to our children and
grandchildren.
I know that my grandmother’s selfless
devotion to her family have left their mark
on me. I remember also her rosary moving
through her worn hands each night and her
trudging to Mass whether she felt like it or
not. Those things have all stayed with me.
But more important I think are all the
impressions I received from both my
grandparents as a child. They seldom
criticized and were always supportive and
understanding. They gave us an opportunity
to meet and enjoy many kinds of people
without being judgemental or prejudiced.
We didn’t realize at the time what a
blessing that was but later as a parent, and
now as a grandparent, I realize how
important and beautiful an example they
gave and how we absorbed what they
offered almost by osmosis, to draw on it
later in our family and other relationships.
The education process is always an
ongoing one and if I learned first from my
parents and grandparents, I also learned
from the Church and from the women I have
been priviledged to work and associate with
in the Council of Catholic Women over the
years.
The ACCW Annual Meeting this year is
devoted to the Family and Evangelization
and it offers an opportunity to learn and
absorb from dedicated people the ideals and
goals they strive for in their families and
Church.
The most important attribute of these
annual meetings has always been the sharing
and learning from each other which takes
place. The exchange of knowledge and ideas
and a firm committment to the sisterhood of
love that bonds us together in Christ’s name.
Try to come to the Meeting on
September 7 and 8. Contact Rose Kinkella
at 767-0487 for reservations.
The Council has prepared an interesting
schedule for us and together we can
continue the “osmosis” process.
Resound Resound... Resound Resound...
Birthright . . .
TORONTO, CANADA - Before me, I
have an article from the GEORGIA
BULLETIN with a description of the
Alternatives to Abortion meeting which was
held on July 13, 14, 15, in Washington, D.C.
and I wish to point out to you an error
contained in this article.
It is indicated that A.A.I. is a federation
of Birthright and other pregnancy services.
Birthright is NOT under the A.A.I. umbrella.
We are totally independent of all other
pro-life organizations and although A.A.I.
continue to make false claims as to our
association with them, we are not affiliated,
and never have been. We consider it to be
very damaging to our image to be associated
with this group and would like to have this
clarified, if at all possible, by printing this
letter.
Birthright International held a
Convention here in Toronto on July 6, 7,
and 8, which over 400 Birthright people
attended. It was a marvelous experience for
all of us.
Since I am planning to be in Atlanta on
October 6 for a Birthright meeting and to
speak at their banquet, I know that the
Atlanta Birthright Chapter would like to
have this known and anyone interested in
attending may call Birthright, 688-4496. I
am truly excited about coming once again to
your beautiful city and visiting with the
Birthright people in Atlanta, who like all
those committed to working with the Lord,
are having their share of heartaches and
problems.
However, this is how we know we are
doing His work, isn’t it, by the.opposition
we get from good people? That is the kind
that hurts most.
LOUISE SUMMERHILL,
PRESIDENT AND
INTERNATIONAL DIRECTOR,
BIRTHRIGHT, INC.
’’MAYBE WHEN MOMMY AND I GET TO CHURCH
WE'LL HEAR THE STORY 'BOUT HOW JESUS
MULTIPLIED THE LOADERS AND THE FISHERMEN."