Author Archive: Howard Duncan
Howard Lee Duncan is a senior citizen widower in his 8th decade of life (70s) who was married for 36 years to his only wife Jill. He lives on 40 acres of the Great Basin Desert in an owner built solar powered home. He has three children who have left the nest and are now too far away. After an Episcopalian childhood, his teen years brought on the disease of agnosticism with occasional bouts of atheism. He entered the Church in 2010 and says he has felt at home ever since.
His working life included Forest Fire Truck Driver, Peace Corps Volunteer in West Africa building schools, Motion Picture Cameraman in industrial films and while in the U.S. Army, production assistant to a Producer in Hollywood, Professional Still Photographer, Photo Lab Technician, Postal Service Letter Carrier, Computer Systems Analyst in business and government, Computer Consulting, Owner of an Internet business, Web site creation.
His educational background is mostly self directed reading and experiential but does include; A graduate of the London School of Film Technique, London, England, AA degree in Business Data Processing with an additional course in accounting, Seminars and technical classes.
He now spends his days in local parish church work and Right to Life groups, Internet conversations with new friends and old enemies of the Church.
The reason that a person would want to walk down the middle of a city street in one of the two largest U.S. marches, either in the cold and sometimes snowy conditions of Washington D.C. or as I did in the clear and sunny 60’s of San Francisco, is hopefully very obvious. The west coast […]
I know this is old news now, but so is the resurrection of Jesus. The Extraordinary Synod on the Family that ended on October 19, 2014, was extraordinary not only because of it’s session being a necessary preliminary discussion of issues in preparation for the Ordinary Session next year, but for the extraordinary difference in the […]
“Riding one day in the plains below Assisi, he met a leper whose loathsome sores filled Francis with horror. Overcoming his revulsion, he leapt from his horse and pressed into the leper’s hand all the money he had with him, then kissed the hand. This was a turning point in his life. He started visiting […]
They bowed their heads to say grace, then started to eat a rare breakfast together when the cell phone rang. The man and his two-and-a-half year old son were the only ones at the table this morning. Normally, they are accompanied by the son’s three older siblings and his mother. Today was different. The others […]
In yesterday’s column (Part I), I told you about a Franciscan Friar, Brother Anthony Pham Dinh Tuyen OFM Conv, beginnings and escape from Vietnam as a young person after the fall of Saigon in 1975, his new life in the U.S., eventual poor health, then news of imminent death. Today, I finish this inspiring story. Can I go […]
Imagine finding yourself in a hostile land. It has a history of being violently hostile to everything Christian – person and property. What do you do if you are a Franciscian friar? If I proclaim the gospel, this gives me no ground for boasting, for an obligation is laid on me, and woe to me if […]
We have seen them in our imagination when we first hear of a pregnancy. We may see them in an ultrasound and marvel as they show us the first outlines of their tiny selves. It is a self that will not soon enough burst out into the open air with a loud hello that informs us that our lives […]
The coffee is finally done! Why does the first cup in the morning always take so long to brew? Finally, it is really Saturday morning. Thank you Lord. What a week. It just seems that I wasn’t able to please anyone this week. Why do so many things go wrong at the same time? I should have been a […]
A while back I was, as was my habit, reading a popular blog and the comments about the current post there. The usual religious skeptics were there and they always capture my attention. One person in particular caused lots of reaction with this comment: If I said to you that I have an invisible rabbit […]