Actor rediscovers his Catholic faith

The St. Anthony Messenger magazine has a profile of Canadian actor — and Catholic — Chris Kramer. Canadian TV watchers know him well from his star turn as Morgan Pym on the CityTV series “The Collector,” and U.S. audiences, if they’ve watched closely enough, would remember him last year as Chavez in four episodes of the CBS series “Jericho.”

Kramer realized he had let his faith slip away, but was as determined to reconnect with God as he was to succeed as an actor. By all accounts, he’s done just that.

He’s become affiliated with Family Theater Productions. His most recent project with Family Theater was as assistant director and an on-camera participant in “Rosary Stars,” a DVD featuring 21 young adult Catholic celebrities offering reflections on the rosary and its role in their lives.

Read the full story here.

‘Our own from the very beginning’

A column in the latest issue of  The Witness, newspaper of the Archdiocese of Dubuque, Iowa, puts a very personal face on the immigration debate by telling the story of Cynthia Hernandez, a mother of four who was recently deported to Mexico. 

The plight of Hernandez, a member of the parish council at St. Mary’s Parish in Marshalltown, Iowa, and the wife of a deacon candidate in the archdiocese, prompted some in the parish to rally around “one of our own,” writes Dick Schrad, parish council president.

But Catholics must remember that all immigrants “have been ‘our own’ from the very beginning” and that Christ asks us to share our blessings with others, Schrad adds. Read the full column here.

If I could talk to the animals

CNS reporter Mark Pattison and photographer Bob Roller are traveling through Iowa and Minnesota this week for a series of stories on rural America.

DAVENPORT, Iowa — Perhaps I was driving down the wrong highways and roads in Iowa, but I expected to see far more farm animals within view of my car than I did. Iowa is a rich agricultural state, so crops may take precedence. Still, I was a bit sad not to have seen more moo cows and horsies.

I can remember being driven into rural areas on family trips, and there would be no shortage of cows and horses. Lucky was the one of us three kids who got the right window in the back seat of the car. We would low like cattle, neigh like horses, bray like donkeys and so on, naively thinking that as our Ford Falcon zipped by them at 60 mph, the beasts would understand our attempts at talking to them, lift up their heads in recognition, and maybe even follow us along the fence line until our car had sped out of sight.

There is a wonder in childhood that is too easily buried by the time we grow up.