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Monday, July 18, 2016

Distractions and Choosing the Better Part...

So many ways to numb our minds... 
Jesus entered a village where a woman whose name was Martha welcomed him.  She had a sister named Mary who sat beside the Lord at his feet listening to him speak.  Martha, burdened with much serving, came to him and said, "Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me by myself to do the serving?  Tell her to help me."  The Lord said to her in reply, "Martha, Martha, you are anxious and worried about many things.  There is need for only one thing.  Mary has chosen the better part and it will not be taken from her."  (Luke 10:38-42)

We live extremely busy lives.

In my case, I was telling some friends recently, my wife and I are so busy with our schedules, kids and work that we hardly spend time having meaningful conversation any more.

Between me coming home late, my wife's many businesses (Zumba, translations, real estate, Beach Body), the girls' dancing, our son, household chores, volunteering at our parish, worrying about finances and the daily bombardment of negative news of the unstable world we live in (And, it's not like I can avoid it.  I work in news!), often times, we are so overwrought with anxieties and concerns, that we just want to disconnect and medicate ourselves with television, social media or other distractions.  We realize it's a problem and are already trying to address it but I'm sure the pace we live is not uncommon.

One recent Sunday, the parish priest at St. Isabel Catholic Church in Sanibel, where we vacation every year, was making that very point in reference to the story from Luke's Gospel.

He said that we are so distracted with tweets, posts, emails, iPhones, iPads and so many other things (and now, as if we didn't have enough bemusement, Pokemon Go comes out!), that we are forgetting and missing out on the important things in life;  the transcendent things that really matter.

I tell my daughter and her friends that the millennial generation makes easy targets for terrorists, since they are so absorbed in their virtual world on their phones that a man can be pulling out an AK-47 and loading it next to them and no one would notice!

Furthermore, because our focus is on trivial things, like how many likes our last post got, God and family, which are constants in our lives, are easily taken for granted.

How many times has my news station not reported on a mother or father who forgets their sleeping baby in the back seat of their car, leaving them to die in the scorching South Florida sun?  Or of an unattended child falling and drowning in a pool or canal near their home?  It happens over and over and we wonder how it can happen?

Yet, by the same token, how many marriages are failing in the United States and kids growing up in single-parent homes for basically the same reason; neglect, distraction, lack of attention?

We let things go because we are too busy doing other things.  Things that are less important like posting pictures, sending tweets and answering work emails from home, only to react when it's too late; the baby suffocated, the child drowned, the marriage dissolved.

I think Jesus was making that point in the story of Mary and Martha.

Catholic author and speaker, Fr. Larry Richards always asks in his talks, how do you fall in love with someone?  By spending time with them.  And, how do you fall in love with God?  The same way.

St. Francis de Sales used to say that everyone should spend at least half an hour a day in prayer, except the busy people.  The busy people should spend an hour.

It goes back to the Sunday Mass at St. Isabel, where the the priest said we needed to be more like Mary, listening, absorbing and contemplating God, so that it propels us to be more like Martha in service to others; not for the sake of busyness, distraction or to get attention, but out of love, for the sake of another.

Mother Teresa once wrote, "The fruit of silence is prayer.  The fruit of prayer is faith. The fruit of faith is love.  The fruit of love is service.  The fruit of service is peace."

And, service begins at home...

Friday, June 17, 2016

A Family's Peace Broken and their Lives Shattered Forever...

A smile that could light up the world...
Peace, tranquility, joy, love, contentment; just some of the emotions that may have filled the hearts of the Graves family, as they sat on the beach at Disney World's Grand Floridian Resort last Tuesday night, while their 2-year-old son, Lane, waded in about a foot of water nearby.

According to witnesses, it was movie night at the resort and Disney's Zootopia was playing. Families were spread out throughout the beach and hotel property; some roasting marshmallows and conversing, while others lounged back and watched the film, as kids ran around, without a care in the world.  And, why would they?

They felt safe.  They were on vacation in beautiful and fantastical surroundings, encircled by their parents, other adults and children in the self-advertised, "happiest place on earth." The night had fallen.  The waters were calm.  Serenity filled the air.

And then, in an instant, before Matt Graves was able to react, an alligator jumped out of the water and snatched his son from the edge of the beach.

The father, apparently just a few feet away, jumped frantically into the water in an attempt to wrestle the boy from the gator's jaws but his attempts were futile.  The large reptile dove into the murky waters of the man-made lake, slipped from the father's grasp, cutting his hands in the process, and disappeared without a trace into the darkness.

As a father of an eight-year-old son, who not long ago was a rambunctious two-year-old that liked to play near the edge of the water during our vacations in Sanibel Beach, I couldn't imagine the horror and despair that Matt Graves felt.  The feelings of shock, desperation and helplessness that may have consumed him, his wife, Melissa, and their 4-year-old daughter, as they stood by the shore, moments after their boy disappeared.

It is a heart-wrenching thought that I haven't been able to shake for the past couple of days.  It's one that, I'm sure, will haunt the Graves forever.

Seeing the photograph of that angelic-looking little boy with a big smile and gorgeous blue eyes; full of hope and happiness, breaks my heart.  It actually brought tears to my eyes as I sat at my keyboard writing this blog today.

It was three days into the Graves family vacation and five days before Fathers' Day; a Father's Day that may feel like pure agony for him this year.

Another boy in same spot minutes before... 
Lane's body was recovered about eighteen hours later, in six-feet deep waters, about ten to fifteen yards from where he was taken by the predator.

Orange County Sheriff, Jerry Demings, and a Catholic priest delivered the tragic news after the body was found.  The Sheriff said that the boy's corpse, while suffering traumatic injuries, appeared intact.

"The family was distraught but also, I believe, relieved that we were able to find their son," he said.

In a statement to the press on Thursday, the family wrote, "Words cannot describe the shock and grief our family is experiencing over the loss of our son.  We are devastated and ask for privacy during this extremely difficult time."

While overshadowed by the massacre in Orlando that ended the lives of forty-nine victims, just a few miles away, the Graves' story resonates with many parents like me.  It is a sad reminder of how fleeting life is and how it can change at a moment's notice.

At work, a few of us with younger children held an extensive conversation on the tragedy.  A co-worker admitted to having been to the beach at a Disney property at night to watch fireworks and letting her kids play near the water; never imagining that danger could lurk in the dark.    

Some have questioned the parents.  Where were they?  Why weren't they watching their son closely? Someone has to be responsible.  Someone always gets blamed.

Yet, another mother from Massachusetts, whose three-year-old son was playing in the same area that Lane was attacked only 45 minutes earlier, says it's unfair.  Jennifer Venditti Roye told People Magazine that she went up to her room because her son was tired. Still, she chose to let her son near and in the edge of the water to take pictures, "I consider myself a conscientious parent and I allowed my child to do that same thing right before the incident, never thinking that an alligator might be in that central area."

The entire town of Elkhorn, Nebraska, near Omaha, where the family is from is in mourning.  Friends and family are distraught, including members of the parish community of St. Patrick's Catholic Church, where the little girl goes to school and the Graves attend.

They have been praying rosaries for God to give the family solace and consolation since news broke.

After the fact, Disney closed all its beaches and on Friday, started putting up barriers around the water.  

But, it was too late for the Graves, whose only warning was a sign that stated, "No swimming," and, too late for Lane; no more peace, no more joy, no more contentment; at least, for now.  They are left picking up the pieces of their shattered lives.

This morning at Mass, I thought of the family in prayer, as my mind briefly drifted to the horrific episode of the father diving into the water and trying in futility to save his son, putting myself in Matt Graves place, as I have done dozens of times, only to come back to the reality of the liturgy during the Agnus Dei, as the congregation recited, "Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.  Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.  Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world, grant us (them) peace."  How apropos, I thought.

May the Lord have mercy on the Graves, bring them comfort and peace again and strengthen their faith to help them through this difficult and trying time...

Monday, June 13, 2016

Mike Piazza: From Undraftable to Hall of Fame (Through Faith)...

Wearing the tools of ignorance...
"Then the draft came, and I sat by the phone, and the draft was over.  All of a sudden, blowing off high school didn't seem such a swell idea.  I hadn't expected to go in the first round, or any such thing, but even to the end, in spite of all the signs, I'd been unable -- or maybe unwilling -- to actually believe that not a single team would find me draftable."  -- Mike Piazza.

Professional sports are replete with stories of athletes who went from being overlooked or ignored to achieving greatness in the due course of time.  On a pedestrian level, the story of hard-nosed Philadelphia Phillies shortstop, Larry Bowa, who was cut by his high school coach, always comes to mind.

But, by far, my favorite tale of an unwanted player achieving stardom is that of one of my all-time favorite baseball players, Mike Piazza, arguably the best hitting catcher to ever play the game.

Piazza wasn't drafted out of high school.  And, when he finally was selected, it was in the 62nd round; more out of courtesy than than anything else.  As I tell my son, that means every team in the Major Leagues went around and drafted a first pick, a second pick, a third pick, ...a seventh pick, ...a fifteenth pick, ...a fiftieth pick, and then, with their last pick of the draft (which no team nowadays drafts past the 40th round), the Los Angeles Dodgers drafted Michael Joseph Piazza.  As he described it, he was a slow-footed player from a small school in Pennsylvania, who really didn't have a true position.  He played first base in high school and his range and footwork were suspect at best.

He was actually drafted as a favor to Dodger legend Tommy Lasorda, who was a childhood and close friend of Piazza's father, Vince, but the team had no real intention of ever signing or bringing him to minor league camp.

Ironically, next month, that slow-footed player with no position, who was only drafted as a favor, will be inducted into Major League Baseball's Hall of Fame, joining Tom Seaver, another one of my childhood idols, as the only New York Mets (which happens to be my favorite team!) to ever be enshrined.

Nevertheless, aside from his play on the field, what has endeared the twelve-time All-Star, record-holder for career home runs by a catcher (427), 1993 NL Rookie of the Year and lifetime .308 hitter, to me even further, over the last several years, is reading and learning his openness about his faith.

He serves as a member of Catholic Athletes for Christ, is a faith-based public speaker and Catholic ambassador of sorts, making appearances on Catholic DVD's, EWTN, Cardinal Timothy Dolan's radio show and other media outlets.  At one point in his life, he even seriously considered becoming a deacon.

"I'm proud to be Roman Catholic," he writes in his autobiography, Long Shot, "My Christian faith is fundamental and precious to me -- the cornerstone of my life.  I think it was a gift, not unlike my ability to hit a baseball.  But I'm not a theologian.  I'm just a former ballplayer who wishes to join the fight against the decline of religion in our society."

Piazza was raised in a devout Catholic family, where the faith was lived, especially by his mother, and Sunday Mass at St. Ann's Church in Phoenixville, Pennsylvania was not an option for him and his four brothers.  He continued to attend Mass in college, the minor leagues and even the majors; straying from time to time, like many of us, but always finding his way back.

Since he will enter the company of the greatest ballplayers who ever lived on July 24th in Cooperstown, along with Seattle Mariner standout, Ken Griffey, Jr., I recently read his book, which was a gift from my brother that had been sitting on my shelf for a couple of years.

In it, he writes about his life, his career, his faith, including his audience with Pope John Paul II, his ongoing battle with Roger Clemens, steroids, and his internal struggles with the temptations of big league baseball.

Long Shot...
In fact, Piazza credits his faith for helping him get past all the rejection and pessimism; like never getting a phone call after being drafted, like being benched in the minors, which prompted him quit, only to come back with his tail between his legs, to the constant doubts and remarks about his defense, being humiliated in front of his minor league teammates and told he couldn't practice with the real prospects, and much more.

"Faith is what pulled me through a lot of adverse, daunting, humbling situations in my baseball career.  I didn't always stick close to my spirituality - I strayed from it much more than I should have - and yet, it stuck with me unfailingly.  I had a little talent and a lot of determination, but the fact was, I had no business doing what I did in baseball.  My career, frankly, was a miracle."    

Yet, through it all, no one ever doubted one thing; his bat.  He could flat out hit a baseball like few have ever done.

In fact, in high school, one of his childhood heroes, Ted Williams, who, in my book, is the greatest pure hitter to ever play the game, was invited through another friend of his dad's to watch Mike hit in a backyard batting cage he had set up with a pitching machine.

After watching the kid from Phoenixville take several swings, Williams started repeating, "This kid looks good!"  Then he said, "I'm going to tell you the truth - I don't think I hit the ball as good as he does when I was 16."  Yelling in the direction of Piazza, he said, "I'll be your agent, Buddy."

Yet, despite tearing up high school pitching, he was ignored in the draft.

Instead Piazza had to rely on the first of many big favors from Lasorda; first to get another friend of his, Ron Fraser, the coach at the University of Miami, to give him a spot on the team.  Piazza sat on the bench for the entire season with the Hurricanes.

Then, in his sophomore year, he transferred to Miami-Dade Community College, where another of Lasorda's friends, Doc Mainieri was coaching.  Mainieri wasn't thrilled but told Piazza to come on over and he ended up having a stellar year playing first base.

It was at Miami-Dade, where the serious thought of moving behind the plate began to take shape.

Shortly thereafter, he began to work on his catching skills and, after getting a workout (through Lasorda, of course), with Dodger catcher Joe Ferguson, who raved about his potential, he was finally drafted.

The rest, as they say, is history.

For any player trying to live their faith as a Major League baseball player is a challenge.  But, being an instant superstar, as Piazza was in his first year, when he hit .318, with 35 home runs, and 112 runs batted in, en route to becoming the National League Rookie of the Year, makes it even harder.

Piazza writes, "My world had been rocked, and there was a battle going on inside me.  On one hand, as a young, single, Rookie of the Year candidate in the most glamorous city in America, I felt I had an image to live up to; the rock-star thing was a powerful temptation.... I was floating between two worlds, following my moral compass one night, and the next, the macho beats in my headphones. There were some very compelling, confusing contradictions that I had to deal with constantly.  On the occasions when I did step out, I made a point of going to confession afterwards."

Then came New York; the Penthouse interview, September 11th, rumors of his sexuality and much more.

The Penthouse interview was what he calls a huge blunder in his first year in New York.  He was still trying to acclimate himself to the Big Apple and his agent, Danny Lozano, had been urging him to do more interviews, with one exception: Penthouse.  As a Catholic, Lozano advised Piazza to stay away.

Living the dream...
Trying to be his own man, he went behind his agent's back and did the interview anyway, where he made some remarks on abortion that he immediately regretted.  "As soon as I said those things, I was pretty sure that I'd screwed up, and my mother erased any remaining doubt.  She made it abundantly clear that she was disappointed in me as a Catholic, a man, and a Piazza."

However, if there was a time that secured his place in the annals of Mets and New York City history it was September 11, 2001, and its aftermath.

The team was in Pittsburgh when the attack happened and the players were bused back to New York the following day.  They became goodwill ambassadors; visiting hospitals, fire stations, police headquarters and making public appearances to lift people's morale.  They even organized and volunteered at staging areas for water and supplies to be collected and distributed in Shea Stadium and, after a ten day layoff, Major League Baseball let them play.

Forty one thousand fans packed that first game back.  Many, I'm sure, to forget their troubles for a few hours and get a taste of normalcy. The festivities included police officers, fire fighters, Mayor Rudy Giuliani, a twenty-one gun salute, Diana Ross, Liza Minnelli and lots of raw unbridled emotions.  People were chanting, "USA! USA! USA!"

With the Mets down 2 to 1, one out and one on in the bottom of the 8th, Mike Piazza step up to the plate and willed his way, as he had done for most of his career, into the legends books.

He writes, "I caught that fastball with the full force of my emotional rush.  When it cleared the fence just left of center and caromed off a distant TV camera, I thought the stadium would crumble into rubble.  It was a moment for New Yorkers - the Americans on hand - to let it all out at last, whatever they felt.  To scream, to cheer, to chant, to hug, to cry, to jump up and down in celebration of something happy again, something normal and familiar and fun again; of getting their lives back, at least in some small way."

However, as is New York, the following season, with the memories of 9/11 and his epic home run still fresh in people's minds, a scandal broke in the media.  Rumors started circulating that he was gay!  He laughed it off at first but the rumors started snowballing and gaining momentum.  Players and coaches were being asked about it.  Front office people were being questioned.  Articles were written about whether baseball was ready for a gay player.  Radio shows discussed it at length.

Piazza was forced to hold an impromptu press conference to say, "I'm not gay.  I'm heterosexual.... I date women" and many were still left wondering.

He writes, "The experience changed me almost immediately.  I'd never strayed far from my Catholicism, but at that point I reaffirmed my faith.  I became more inward and philosophical, lower-key.  I realized that the life of the playboy sports star wasn't fulfilling me or even making me superficially happy.  I was carrying on that way, in large part, because I felt like I should, and I felt like I should because everybody else seemed to think so.  I'd allowed myself to be caught in a tangle of image and expectation."

I'll be honest, as a lifelong Mets' fan, I wasn't as excited when the team got Piazza in '98, as I was when they picked up another catching great, Gary Carter in the mid 80's, mainly because I knew it was the end of Todd Hundley, who at the time held the single-season record for most home runs by a catcher, forty-one, and I once considered naming my first-born son after (Thank God, she was a girl, or he would have spent his entire life explaining why he was named Hundley Espinosa! Not to mention, Hundley was traded shortly afterwards and his career came to an abrupt ending due to injuries and problems with alcoholism!). As you may have noticed, I have an affinity for catchers, having played the position from the time I was ten-years-old until I hung up my cleats in my early forties.

Yet, on Piazza's last day as a Met in 2005, I can honestly say I cried.  In my defense, just to put into perspective, even my brother, another die-hard Mets fan, admitted to having cried as well!  

In fact, I'm sure many Mets fans shed a few tears that day.

Final farewell to fans at Shea...
I remember watching his last game with the Mets.  He was pulled from the game after taking the field in the eighth inning, so that the crowd of over 47,000, who, with the Mets long eliminated from the post-season and playing another non-consequential team in the Colorado Rockies, came for one reason; to say goodbye to Mike Piazza, could give him a well deserved sendoff.  Yet, while I was torn up emotionally, I was bit disappointed he wouldn't get up for his last at bat!

I wasn't the only one.  Piazza writes, "During the seventh-inning stretch, they showed my feature video... I happened to look over into the Rockies dugout, and they were standing applauding... When the video was finished, the fans brought me out for three curtain calls, I gotta tell you, it was touching.... I was still 0 for 3 when I reported to my position behind the plate in the top of the eight and Mike DiFelice trotted out to replace me.  Randolph (Manager) was allowing me to receive one final ovation as I left the field.  It was a loaded moment.  I could see people crying in the crowd.  At the same time, my dad and brothers were up in our box going, "No! Give him one more at-bat!  He may go deep!"  

Piazza went on to play a couple of more years for the San Diego Padres and Oakland A's but his heart remained with the Mets, the team whose hat he will wear when immortalized in the Hall of Fame.

On a personal level, Piazza married model, Alicia Rickter, before the start of his final season with the Mets at St. Jude Catholic Church in Miami, where he lives with his wife, two daughters, ages 9 and 6, and 2-year-old son.

After all is said and done, the man who was once considered undraftable knows that his struggles and fairy tale ending were all part of a bigger plan.

"It has been an amazing journey and everything I have, I owe to God, for without His help, none of this would be possible.  He blessed me with the ability to play the greatest game in the world and it has been a dream come true."...

Monday, June 6, 2016

A Little Makeover to Spruce Things Up...

As you may have noticed, I'm not much for change.

Maybe, I'm just getting old but, at this point of my life, I like things the way they used to be, which in many cases is the way I think they should be; simple, pure, orderly and unencumbered (except, maybe, for my side of the room until recently, when I was forced to clear it for some repair work!).

Happy Days
I have a thing for nostalgia, circa late 1940's and 50's, on the heals of what Tom Brokaw coined, "The Greatest Generation," when America was recovering from the uncertainties of the depression and war and people were more focused on faith, family and country. (I loved Happy Days)

It was a time when kids idolized Stan "The Man" Musial, Ted Williams, Frank Gifford and Yogi Berra.  Men owned their own businesses, like Howard Cunningham, or loyally worked in mom and pop stores, instead of in the corporate world, for years on end, to support, in many cases, large families.  While, at the risk of alienating some feminist readers, women stayed at home, raised their children (the most important job we have as parents), tended to the household and volunteered (ala Mrs. C).

So, as you can imagine, I am a creature of habit that likes routines, certainty, schedules and stability. For example, I've been with the same bank since I first opened an account when I was about 17 (about 35 years!), even though it was bought out and changed names twice.  I've had the same car insurance company for 25 years and, if not for liking the Jamie Lee Curtis commercials, which made me switch to VoiceStream, that later became T-Mobile, I would have remained with AT&T, where I went back to several years ago because of my wife's family plan, from the start.  Let's just say, companies love me!

To top it off, although I have advanced greatly over the last five years or so, I am also somewhat technologically challenged, which is probably not a good trait for a blogger and could explain my fondness of simpler times, when we didn't have to worry about emails 24/7 (and bosses expecting us to answer!), page views or tweets and likes on social media.  Then again, I wouldn't be doing what I'm doing now (blogging!).  And, I will say, I do like the Cozi app that my wife introduced to me that keeps our family schedules in order!

In any case, all this was to set up that I hope you weren't as attached to the previous blog page design, as I am to those Happy Days.

After several years of the light lime color, I decided to make a change.  Aside from changing the color scheme, I widened the blog text, made the letters bigger (so it's easier to read), placed columns on both sides, and, as you may have noticed earlier, after much insistence from my wife to try to monetize , added some ads.  (She's the business brain in the family; having a translations company, being a Zumba instructor, a Beachbody coach and a realtor!)

What do you think?…

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Not to be Denied; Students Pray Despite Prohibition...

No words needed...
The 2016 graduation class of East Liverpool High School in Ohio was not going to take a decision to prohibit a seventy year-old tradition of singing the Lord's Prayer lightly.

While parents, faculty and friends lamented the school board's decision to cave in to a threat of lawsuit by the Wisconsin-based, The Freedom Foundation for Separation of Church and State, because administrators say they couldn't afford getting into a legal battle in court, the students took matters into their own hands.

When the class valedictorian went up to speak, the graduates stood up in their cap and gowns and recited the Lord's Prayer, as the entire gymnasium rose in their seats as well.

The reaction by the crowd for their act of courage was something, I'm sure, they won't soon forget. Check it out...

Monday, May 23, 2016

As Long Nobody Gets Hurt, Really?...

"My desires could never be absolute; they must necessarily be conditioned and modified by contacts and conflicts with the desires and interests of others... You cannot live for your own pleasure and your own convenience without inevitably hurting and injuring the feelings and the interests of practically everybody you meet."

-- Thomas Merton, Seven Storey Mountain.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Comedian Gaffigan Preaching Gospel Through Laughter...

Tired but with a heart full of light...
Mark Twain once wrote that, "Against the assault of laughter, nothing can withstand."

Well, comedian Jim Gaffigan and his wife Jeannie are trying to prove just that.  They're using laughter to, not only entertain but, bring forth a message of faith, love and hope, through the ordinary and mundane.

In their semi-autobiographical television series on TV Land, The Jim Gaffigan Show, where the comedian plays himself and Jeannie, an actress by trade, is his co-writer and co-producer, the couple addresses topics from marriage and parenting their five children to his considering a vasectomy, from a Jeannie-forged friendship with a young priest from their parish to a real camaraderie with Jim's Atheist womanizer best friend, from dealing with negative publicity about his faith for posing for a photo with a Bible and to his undeserved recognition in a magazine article for being a super dad without ever mentioning her role.  While never overt or gratuitous, their Catholic faith is ever present in the way they go about their normal lives.

Their subtle evangelization, humility and self-deprecating and “clean” comedy has gained the attention of many Catholics, so much so that last weekend, the Grammy nominated funnyman and his wife were invited to deliver the commencement address at Catholic University of America in Washington, DC., where, aside from his complaints about her lack of support for his mail order guacamole business, they discussed how faith has influenced their career choices, decision on having a large family and philosophy of life.

Jim Gaffigan:  "Before I met Jeannie I had lived across the street from a Catholic church for 15 years. I didn’t notice it. I never went in it once.
Because of Jeannie that same church became the place I was married, the same church my 5 children were baptized in and the church where once a week I’m reminded to keep focused on priorities;  God, family, then work."
Jeannie Gaffigan: "I can’t take all the credit. My mother has been saying perpetual novenas for 15 years."

In addition, the Gaffigans were awarded with honorary doctorates in fine arts for “bearing positive witness to the Catholic faith in the public square."

Only there an hour and got a degree...
Jeannie:  "Today, after years of hard work, many sacrifices, long hours of classes and studying..."
Jim:  "...And tens of thousands of dollars..."
Jeannie: "...You have come to this moment of incredible achievement: receiving your degree."
Jim:  "Then again, Jeannie and I are getting a degree and we have only been here for an hour."

Jim comes from a large family himself.  He is the youngest of six children and attended Catholic school growing up.  Meanwhile, Jeannie comes from an even bigger family.  She was the oldest of nine children!  Both attended Jesuit universities; Jim attended Georgetown and Jeannie attended Marquette.    

They have been married since 2003, have five children under the age of 12, and are not shy about living in accordance with Church teaching, albeit, humorously. 

Jim says, "I'm Catholic. Jeannie's Shiite Catholic.  There's no goalie."

In one of his two books, Dad is Fat, Gaffigan writes, "I guess the reasons against having more children always seemed uninspiring and superficial.  What exactly am I missing out on?  Money?  A few more hours of sleep?  A more peaceful meal?  More hair?  These are nothing compared to what I get from these five monsters who rule my life... each one of them has been a pump of light into my shriveled black heart."

In September, the couple was invited to meet Pope Francis at the World Meeting of Families in Philadelphia, where Jim performed his stand-up routine and shared the stage with Mark Wahlberg before the Holy Father’s address in front of an audience of about 1.5 million.

Still, being poster children for Catholic Christianity is not something they are comfortable with.  In an NPR interview, he said, "I don't want myself to be presented as somebody who is a great Catholic. The idea of being a practicing Catholic, for me, it's like I need a lot of practice."

At the end of their commencement address to the 1,750 students and their families on the steps of the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception on Saturday, the couple shared some final words of advice:

Jeannie:  "As you put your trust in God, things that seem impossible will become possible.  The love you are given and the love you give will be the most important force driving you through life. Life is nothing without love."
Jim:  "Remember, happiness is not found in accomplishments, income or the number of Twitter followers you have.  True happiness is found in family.  Living for each other, sacrificing together and enjoying the blessing of fresh guacamole delivered promptly to your door."

For more on the commencement speech, see here.