Lord, I am not worthy...

In honor of today's Gospel (another of my favorites), I wanted to embed the clip from Jesus of Nazareth, where the Centurion asks Jesus to heal his servant.  I love Mr. Borgnine in this cameo!  Having enjoyed Jesus of Nazareth at Easter time almost every year of my life, it's Ernest Borgnine's face that  I see as the Centurion when I hear the Gospel read from the pulpit on the 3rd Sunday after the Epiphany or when I read the story in the New Testament (Matt. 8: 1-13).  Mr Borgnine played the role with such humility and sweetness; it always brings tears to my eyes. 

So, anyway, I wanted to share the clip here, but for some reason, embedding was disabled for all the  versions of this clip I could find.  :(  Drat.

Still -- if you like, you can go see it here.

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An aside: On Ernest Borgnine, one of my favorite actors -- I have mixed emotions.  I've enjoyed him in any role that I've seen him play (If you've never see him in Academy Award winning  Marty, you have to check it out!), and, judging from the quotes below, I think he and I would  agree on a lot of things in the larger spectrum of the world and society, in general -- but, this son of Italy, a Navy vet, was also a 33rd degree Mason and has been married five times.  Yikes!  Anyway,  he's still alive (about 93 years old) so we can pray for him!  Where there's life, there's hope -- and I can't help but think he must have a slew of Italian relatives in heaven who are rooting for him.  And maybe the Centurion, too.

Wisdom from Mr. Borgnine:  

Everything I do has a moral to it. Yes, I've been in films that have had shootings. I made The Wild Bunch (1969), which was the beginning of the splattering of blood and everything else. But there was a moral behind it. The moral was that, by golly, bad guys got it. That was it. Yeah.

Ever since they opened the floodgates with Clark Gable saying, 'Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn,' somebody's ears pricked up and said, 'Oh boy, here we go!'. Writers used to make such wonderful pictures without all that swearing, all that cursing. And now it seems that you can't say three words without cursing. And I don't think that's right.

"I didn't see it and I don't care to see it ... If John Wayne were alive, he'd be rolling over in his grave." - On Brokeback Mountain (2005)

[On his $5,000 salary for playing the eponymous lead in Marty (1955), which won him a Best Actor Oscar] "...I would have done it for nothing."

I like my women a little big. Natural. Now, they shave this and wax that. It's not right. I love natural women. Big women. This trend in women has to go. Bulomia, anorexia. That's just wrong. You know what will cure that? My special sticky buns. One lick of my sticky buns and your appetite will come right back.

I hate hippies and dopeheads. Just hate them. I'm glad we sent the men off to war. They came back with a sense of responsibility and respect. We should have grabbed the women, given them a bath, put a chastity belt on them, and put them in secretary school.