Skip to comments.Tony Snow Dead at 53, A Tribute to a Catholic Journalist [Tony Snow - Catholic Convert]
Posted on 07/13/2008 7:36:22 PM PDT by Salvation
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In tha back of my mind, I vaguely remembered Tony Snow converting to Catholicism. Perhaps you can find more.
In the back of my mind,
|Born||June 1, 1955(1955-06-01)
Berea, Kentucky, USA
|Died||July 12, 2008 (aged 53)
Georgetown, Washington, D.C.
|Spouse||Jill Ellen Walker (married 1987)|
|Children||2 daughters, 1 son|
|Occupation||News anchor, radio host, White House Press Secretary|
Our Tony,God’s Tony.I am proud of you Tony.I can’t match you but continue on the win.
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RIP, Tony. You will be missed.
I have been here and so has our audience for you in prayer.Very happy for everything.
The daughter of some friends graduted Catholic U.in May of 2007, and my friends really enjoyed Tony's speech.
Thanks for that link. I went to Christianity Today and printed it to read later.
I had already read it on another thread, but my cousin, a Baptist Missionary and Gideon, forwarded it to me today. It appears to be making the rounds, very powerful words.
Rest in peace!
Awesome article. It could apply to so many unpleasant situations.
One cannot overestimate the good that Tony did during his all to short time here on earth. Hearing him speak so honestly and passionately about his faith must have inspired many who listened.
I liked it too. Almost feel like posting it here in its entirety.
May the angels wrap their wings around them. And May Tony Snow Rest in Peace!
**Hearing him speak so honestly and passionately about his faith must have inspired many who listened.**
I was always inspired even by the short quips he would share at the end of every Fox News Sunday.
He was funny, too! He almost always had a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.
Blessings arrive in unexpected packagesin my case, cancer.
Those of us with potentially fatal diseasesand there are millions in America todayfind ourselves in the odd position of coping with our mortality while trying to fathom God's will. Although it would be the height of presumption to declare with confidence What It All Means, Scripture provides powerful hints and consolations.
The first is that we shouldn't spend too much time trying to answer the why questions: Why me? Why must people suffer? Why can't someone else get sick? We can't answer such things, and the questions themselves often are designed more to express our anguish than to solicit an answer.
I don't know why I have cancer, and I don't much care. It is what it isa plain and indisputable fact. Yet even while staring into a mirror darkly, great and stunning truths begin to take shape. Our maladies define a central feature of our existence: We are fallen. We are imperfect. Our bodies give out.
But despite thisbecause of itGod offers the possibility of salvation and grace. We don't know how the narrative of our lives will end, but we get to choose how to use the interval between now and the moment we meet our Creator face-to-face.
Second, we need to get past the anxiety. The mere thought of dying can send adrenaline flooding through your system. A dizzy, unfocused panic seizes you. Your heart thumps; your head swims. You think of nothingness and swoon. You fear partings; you worry about the impact on family and friends. You fidget and get nowhere.
To regain footing, remember that we were born not into death, but into lifeand that the journey continues after we have finished our days on this earth. We accept this on faith, but that faith is nourished by a conviction that stirs even within many nonbelieving heartsan intuition that the gift of life, once given, cannot be taken away. Those who have been stricken enjoy the special privilege of being able to fight with their might, main, and faith to livefully, richly, exuberantlyno matter how their days may be numbered.
Third, we can open our eyes and hearts. God relishes surprise. We want lives of simple, predictable easesmooth, even trails as far as the eye can seebut God likes to go off-road. He provokes us with twists and turns. He places us in predicaments that seem to defy our endurance and comprehensionand yet don't. By his love and grace, we persevere. The challenges that make our hearts leap and stomachs churn invariably strengthen our faith and grant measures of wisdom and joy we would not experience otherwise. 'You Have Been Called'
'You Have Been Called'
Picture yourself in a hospital bed. The fog of anesthesia has begun to wear away. A doctor stands at your feet; a loved one holds your hand at the side. "It's cancer," the healer announces.
The natural reaction is to turn to God and ask him to serve as a cosmic Santa. "Dear God, make it all go away. Make everything simpler." But another voice whispers: "You have been called." Your quandary has drawn you closer to God, closer to those you love, closer to the issues that matterand has dragged into insignificance the banal concerns that occupy our "normal time."
There's another kind of response, although usually short-livedan inexplicable shudder of excitement, as if a clarifying moment of calamity has swept away everything trivial and tinny, and placed before us the challenge of important questions.
The moment you enter the Valley of the Shadow of Death, things change. You discover that Christianity is not something doughy, passive, pious, and soft. Faith may be the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. But it also draws you into a world shorn of fearful caution. The life of belief teems with thrills, boldness, danger, shocks, reversals, triumphs, and epiphanies. Think of Paul, traipsing though the known world and contemplating trips to what must have seemed the antipodes (Spain), shaking the dust from his sandals, worrying not about the morrow, but only about the moment.
There's nothing wilder than a life of humble virtuefor it is through selflessness and service that God wrings from our bodies and spirits the most we ever could give, the most we ever could offer, and the most we ever could do.
Finally, we can let love change everything. When Jesus was faced with the prospect of crucifixion, he grieved not for himself, but for us. He cried for Jerusalem before entering the holy city. From the Cross, he took on the cumulative burden of human sin and weakness, and begged for forgiveness on our behalf.
We get repeated chances to learn that life is not about usthat we acquire purpose and satisfaction by sharing in God's love for others. Sickness gets us partway there. It reminds us of our limitations and dependence. But it also gives us a chance to serve the healthy. A minister friend of mine observes that people suffering grave afflictions often acquire the faith of two people, while loved ones accept the burden of two people's worries and fears.
Learning How to Live
Most of us have watched friends as they drifted toward God's arms not with resignation, but with peace and hope. In so doing, they have taught us not how to die, but how to live. They have emulated Christ by transmitting the power and authority of love.
I sat by my best friend's bedside a few years ago as a wasting cancer took him away. He kept at his table a worn Bible and a 1928 edition of the Book of Common Prayer. A shattering grief disabled his family, many of his old friends, and at least one priest. Here was a humble and very good guy, someone who apologized when he winced with pain because he thought it made his guest uncomfortable. He retained his equanimity and good humor literally until his last conscious moment. "I'm going to try to beat [this cancer]," he told me several months before he died. "But if I don't, I'll see you on the other side."
His gift was to remind everyone around him that even though God doesn't promise us tomorrow, he does promise us eternityfilled with life and love we cannot comprehendand that one can in the throes of sickness point the rest of us toward timeless truths that will help us weather future storms.
Through such trials, God bids us to choose: Do we believe, or do we not? Will we be bold enough to love, daring enough to serve, humble enough to submit, and strong enough to acknowledge our limitations? Can we surrender our concern in things that don't matter so that we might devote our remaining days to things that do?
When our faith flags, he throws reminders in our way. Think of the prayer warriors in our midst. They change things, and those of us who have been on the receiving end of their petitions and intercessions know it.
It is hard to describe, but there are times when suddenly the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you feel a surge of the Spirit. Somehow you just know: Others have chosen, when talking to the Author of all creation, to lift us upto speak of us!
This is love of a very special order. But so is the ability to sit back and appreciate the wonder of every created thing. The mere thought of death somehow makes every blessing vivid, every happiness more luminous and intense. We may not know how our contest with sickness will end, but we have felt the ineluctable touch of God.
What is man that Thou art mindful of him? We don't know much, but we know this: No matter where we are, no matter what we do, no matter how bleak or frightening our prospects, each and every one of us, each and every day, lies in the same safe and impregnable placein the hollow of God's hand.
Cal Thomas wrote about Snow in a 2007 column, "The Tony Snow I Know."
We don't know much, but we know this: No matter where we are, no matter what we do, no matter how bleak or frightening our prospects, each and every one of us, each and every day, lies in the same safe and impregnable placein the hollow of God's hand.
Thank you for posting this, Salvation.
Yes, it is so beautiful. I am still grieving over the loss of this good man.
(Can’t get enough of the news coverage.)
Is there any information yet about when his funeral will be, or where?
There is something on the news forum about a group wanting to picket his funeral. Didn’t notice the time and day, however.
07/17/2008 10:00 AM - 11:00 AM Alexandria, VA
Christ Episcopal Church, 118 N. Washington St.
Snow died of colon cancer Saturday at age 53. He is survived by his wife, Jill, and their three children.
Snow was the White House press secretary from May 2006 until last September. He long was a member of Washingtons power circles, and a familiar face across the country, as a conservative commentator and an interviewer on TV and radio for Fox News
One good thing, those nuts from Westboro will be picketing the wrong church.
I was wondering about the Knights of Columbus, think they would be interested.
I read this with tears and suddenly something occurred to me. Thinking of Tony Snow, his smile and the wonderment shown in his eyes, I am reminded of Christ saying that we must have the faith of a child. I often thought what that meant and I think I have a glimpse of the answer. Tony Snow always seemecd to be in wonderment of life around him. His manner, his voice, his essence emitted wonderment of everything. Can you remember as a child seeing an everyday occurence for the first time - such as a chick hatching or a plant springing from the ground - and being amazed by it? To me, that was Tony Snow. He was truly humbled by it all. Listening this weekend as his friends and collegues related their stories concerning Tony Snow and each one was amazed as to not only what he did but what he could do. They were amazed because of his humbleness and modesty. Tony Snow had the faith of a child.
Wouldn't that be perfect? Silent and stoic in the face of the shrill protesters from the Westboro (allegedly) Baptist Church.
May he requiescat in pace.
I heard today that his funeral would be on Thursday. Haven’t checked the news forum yet.
**Christ saying that we must have the faith of a child.**
Unless you become like one of these least you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.
His funeral will be Thursday, 10am, at the Basiica, National Shrine of the Immmaculate Conception in DC (by Catholic University campus) and will be celebrated by the Cardinal of the DC diocese and president of CU. It will be open to the public and attended by President and Mrs. Bush.
Can you attend? Certainly wish I could.
I am sure hoping to attend. If I can arrange to get my own ailing husband cared for, and work out of the way by Wednesday night, I will trek to the Shrine early Thursday morning. If that doesn’t fall in place, will watch on Fox (assuming they will cover the Mass). But I really would prefer to show my respect for Tony by attending in person.
God bless Tony’s family. What an ordeal they have endured. I pray that his soul has passed safely through the heavenly gates.