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Lino Rulli writes from Minneapolis, Minnesota.
October 11th, 2003
Mass with Pope John Paul in His Private Chapel

Sitting prominently on a shelf in my office is a picture of myself and John Paul II. Its proof of the day I met someone who has given his entire life to faith…and made me think about my own commitment to faith (or relative lack thereof).
And whenever my friend Bill sees the
picture, he always reminds me: “I bet the pope doesn’t have that picture in his office.”
Probably not. But it’s still a day I’ll always remember. Why, I remember it like it was just yesterday…[cue harp music, begin dream sequence].
Woke up, it was a Vatican morningIt’s
7:00am, and I’m walking up to the big Bronze Door of the Vatican. The Swiss guards are standing there, glaring at me like I’m trying…

September 1st, 2003
A Journey to Italy, a Reminder of Catholic Roots

They say you can’t go home again. In my case, its usually because someone has changed the locks on the door—so that I, literally, can’t go home again.
And being the transient that I occasionally find myself being, I got a chance to go to Italy this summer and visit my ancestral home—a tiny city in the Abruzzo region called Villa San Angelo; population 500.
There’s a little house there, among a bunch of other little houses (villas, by definition, have lots of little houses). And it’s such a cool connection to the past.
Before moving to America, nearly everyone in my family had been born in this house. My aunts and uncles, my grandpa, my great-grandpa, you get the idea. Just standing outside…

April 12th, 2003
Confessions of a Possibly Dangerous Mind

Mirror, mirror on the wall…
I was looking in the mirror recently (I’m trying to lose weight and this is a good way to ruin my appetite…), and I realized that it’s actually healthy to look at myself as I really am.
I know that sounds pretty simplistic, and I’m nothing if I’m not a simple person, but I mean I really take time to look at who I am. Not looking in the mirror to check my hair, or to see if my sideburns are even, or to see if my butt looks big in these jeans (all right, I’ll admit I’ve never looked for that). But I look in the mirror to see who I really am…versus the person that I just want other people to see.
And this is basically the first step I make to start seeing how God really…

March 29th, 2003
Why You Are Where You Are

The sun beating down on my face. The ocean waves crashing in.
Just hanging out with friends. With a care-free attitude and laziness that is usually reserved for employees at the DMV.
I love being on vacation. This is the life. So I’ve gotta ask: “Can anyone remind me why the hell I live in Minnesota?”
And after an hour or so of contemplating this question (I would have come up with an answer sooner, but I fell asleep), the final verdict is:
I grew up in Minnesota. My family’s from there. My friends are from there. I’m able to have some sort of gainful employment there. So that’s home.
Kinda lousy reasons, though, don’t you think? It doesn’t seem like much of a conscious…

March 28th, 2003
Scripture Reflections for Sundays in Lent

Readings:
2 Chronicles 36:14-16,19-23
Ephesians 2:4-10
John 3:14-21

We’ve all seen him. The crazy guy at a football game wearing a rainbow wig and holding the John 3:16 sign. Why he picked that particular passage, or why he figured the rainbow wig was the right “hook” to spread the Gospel, only God knows.
And John 3:16 is such a random passage to be reminded of at a football game, anyway: “That God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him might not perish but might have eternal life.”
You’d think the proper Biblical passage
at a football game would be something more inspirational like, “I have fought the good fight. I have finished…

March 19th, 2003
Dating Thoughts from Someone Who Nose

I have a large nose. I have a bad sense of humor. I don’t date much.
Basically, by saying the first two sentences I probably didn’t have to add the third one, right?
And I spend a lot of time talking to my guy friends about why it is we’re still single (just as a side note, their noses and senses of humor are much more normal than mine–so I’m not sure what their excuses are…).
And you know what I tell them I’m looking for? A Catholic woman.
All right, I admit I usually add a bunch of other superficial things onto that list, but when it comes down to it–that Catholic thing is pretty important. So would you call me prejudiced? In today’s society, I know it sounds narrow-minded to only…

March 19th, 2003
Parkinson's-Plagued JPII Taking Care, Looking Stronger These Days

“Let’s get physical, physical. I wanna get physical…”
I can still picture the headband,
the 80′s perm, and the cliché fat sweaty guy. Yep, I remember Olivia Newton John’s video for “Physical” like it was just yesterday. The fact that I’ve finally reconciled the loss of my mullet proves I’ve had a tough time moving on.
And it’s amazing how much can change over just a couple decades. Music…fashion…I hear people 20 years ago even lived without cable TV. (What an odd world that must have been.) And yet, the one thing which remains constant in an ever-changing world is our faith. And for those of us in our 20s and 30s, there’s been another…

February 12th, 2003
The Luminous Mysteries of the Rosary

The little round vial holds about an ounce of water. There’s a silver cross that sits on top of it. And in big block letters just one word: Jordan.
Those who see it might think its just a souvenir of Michael Jordan’s sweat collected between his many retirements.
But it’s my one souvenir from visiting the Jordan River. And it’s a reminder of that particular pilgrimage site in Israel that I visited a couple years ago.
Picture thisLike lots of places a pilgrim visits in the Holy Land, the exact location of Jesus’ baptism is debated. Some scholars say it’s here; others say it’s over there. But since this is where the huge souvenir store is, and it’s even handicap accessible,…

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