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Mike Tasos: Bad press for the Catholic church not good news
Mike Tasos

In this mixed up world that continues to confuse and confound, there are certain things we can no longer take for granted.

One adage that has outrun its coverage (not that I’m itching for the start of the college football season) is the old standard saying: “No news is good news.” 

That doesn’t fit when trying to get a standby seat on a flight. Nor does it apply when you’ve made a low-ball offer and the phone doesn’t ring.

In today’s world, with the exception of local newspapers (the Forsyth County News is at the top of the list when putting good news back in the news) we’ve become sadly accustomed to “good news is no news.”

Whether it is Fox News, CNN or any of the local channel’s newscasts, the race is on to see who can bring the most crime and invade our homes by putting a damper on all that is good and can provide the happiness we seek. 

Since the kids have returned to their own hallowed halls of education, here’s a math problem for them. It’s simple math if anyone is still doing that. Common Core should sit this one out.

Try this on: Watch a local newscast and see what percentage of the stories make you queasy and what percentage are ones that you will sleep better after watching. And no cheating: weather and sports reports don’t count.

I’ve made no secret of my lifelong Catholicism. In some circles, I would be termed a “cradle Catholic.”

There’s so much bad news surrounding the Catholic church these days, many are bailing or thinking about doing so.

Not me. I’m in for the long haul. To me, Catholicism means too much.

In my 63 years, I’ve never met a priest who was accused of abhorrent acts. 

Father Frank Boeshans has season tickets to any game he wants to these days. He was our parish priest at St. John of the Cross in Lacombe, Louisiana. He was the ultimate sports fan. I have great memories for seeing Final Fours, Sweet Sixteens and SEC tournaments.

We traveled to Albuquerque, Phoenix, Boise, Providence, Washington, D.C., and many other places. I’m smiling through the tears, fondly recalling how I used miles and hotel points for the travel. He was in charge of the tickets, no matter the lack of availability. 

In all honestly, we usually made a contact with a university official who was invariably Catholic. There were miracles every time as the nosebleed seats were transformed into courtside ducats.

One other bonus: He was the unofficial chaplain of the Super Bowl. It was a privilege to assist him at Mass. It was a small task for the world’s oldest altar boy who got 50-yard line seats and an all-access NFL pin.

We celebrated his 60th birthday in Dublin (Ireland, not Georgia). He scored tickets to the Braves-Yankees World Series, complete with access to the MLB after-party. Our pastor at Church of the Good Shepherd, Father Peter Rau, joined us. The two priests sat with a pair of ex-MLB scouts.

They treated Father Peter to souvenirs, an official jacket and other swag. We shut the MLB party down and walked through the door at 3 a.m. Vicki was a little startled at our early morning arrival, but being with two priests would get me off the hook. 

The Padre was a priest for more than 60 years. He was drafted by the Cleveland Indians as a power-hitting first baseman. He decided to go to the seminary. The numerous lives he touched was much more significant.

What I wouldn’t give for one more road trip.

Father Brian Higgins is one of the most gifted homilists I have ever heard. He’s our pastor at Christ the Redeemer in Dawsonville. 

Last Sunday, he delivered an extremely passionate sermon that addressed the recent scandal rocking the church. 

Guys like Father Higgins are sickened by the coverage. Covering up bad behavior didn’t work for Nixon and it’s an indelible stain on the bishops who have swept this under the rug.

If Father Boeshans were around, it would have been a pretty good sermon from him too. 

You see, just as crooked cops stain the law enforcement agencies they work for and teachers are caught engaging in disgusting behavior with students, the good guys get no ink.

But there are plenty of salacious news items foisted upon us. They turn our stomachs. We can’t relate.

After all, good news is no news.

Mike Tasos’ column is published every other Sunday. Here’s some good news: Jud Howard is home and sleeping in his own bed after graduating at Parris Island. He is officially a Marine. Any chance we could get one of the networks to speak with someone who is making a sacrifice, completed a difficult task and made his parents and his hometown proud? No chance! Comments can be sent to He is also on Facebook.