Shelby Foote, R.I.P.

I catch so little news these days that I'm glad Amy linked to this. One of my favorite books is "The Correspondence of Walker Pecy and Shelby Foote". From a commenter on Amy's blog:
Shelby Foote on Walker Percy's conversion to Catholicism:

When Walker told me he was thinking about going into the Catholic Church, we were in Santa Fe, New Mexico on a sort of vacation. And I couldn't believe he would do that. I knew nothing about the Catholic Church. I knew that they had an index of books that people are not supposed to read, and I certainly didn't want him belonging to anything that would do that to you. So I said, "You are a mind in full intellectual retreat," and it's a wonder he ever spoke to me again. He found exactly what he was looking for in the Church. It gave him exactly what he wanted, and it was a great comfort to him when he was dying, and it was at the wellspring of his being, the Church and its teachings, and he was truly devout. He had a lot of trouble, always called himself a bad Catholic, but he got a great deal from it.

Shelby Foote remained Episcopalean by some accounts, but others consider him agnostic.

Their greatest bone of contention was Percy's recent conversion to Roman Catholicism. Foote's initial reaction - yours is "a mind in full intellectual retreat" - stung Percy. Foote believed the move was "cowardly." Worse, "no good practicing Catholic can ever be a great artist." Foote, still active, confessed to a recent interviewer he was "very, very wrong" on this score, even though he remains an agnostic literary modernist.

  posted by TS @ 08:04  
 

 
Various & Sundry

Ham of Bone's latest. So true. I recall being in a Border's purchasing Augustine's "City of God" when the young clerk apparently thought it was a gnostic gospel. He said "now this is a book I'd read. You know the Catholic Church suppressed books like the 'Gospel of Thomas' for centuries." Where do you even begin? 

~~

And an interesting paragraph from National Review:
Some people regard Sharansky as a providential figure, spared death in the Gulag to perform his work now. What does he think? “I long ago stopped asking myself whether God gives us a mission or we give ourselves a mission, in an effort to be worthy of God.” He recalls the prayer that he invented for himself in prison, and mutters a little of it: “Grant me the strength, the power, the intelligence . . . and the patience to leave this jail and reach the Land of Israel in an honest and worthy way.” 

  posted by TS @ 07:46  
 

 
Imagine No Gulf War, It's EZ If You Try

Alternative histories always interest me even if they serve little purpose. Pat Buchanan recently said that he thinks if the U.S. would've stayed out of WWII longer the two evil empires, Russia & Nazi Germany, would've knocked each other silly and weakened the Soviets to the point of preventing Korea and Vietnam and the whole Cold War. 

I've recently been wondering what would've happened if we'd not rolled back Saddam Hussein in 1990. Leaving humanitarian impulses beside, what if there was no Gulf War, as the godfather of paleo-conservatism, Russell Kirk, advised? Knowing Hussein's desire for hegemony and his delusions of grandeur (he still thinks he'll rule Iraq some day) I don't think it's much of a stretch that he'd taken over Kuwait and Saudi Arabia and much of the Middle East.

Which, on the positive side, would mean we'd have one enemy instead of many. Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Iran, and Syria are all exporters of suicide bombers to Iraq (and we already know how many of the 9/11 hijackers were Saudi's). So it would seem easier to fight one crazy dictatorial state than five shrewd terror-sponsoring states.

But on the negative side, there'd be a crazy person in charge of the world's oil supply. And the problem with oil is that filling up our S.U.V. is the least of our problems. Our whole economy runs on it. Trucks use it to get everything everywhere. There is a multiplier effect with oil because it's built into every product we buy. And the worse part about oil is that it's real painful in moving off it. We haven't got a Methadone equivalent and one of the great mysteries of the last twenty years is why the government hasn't funded/given tax breaks to alternative fuel industries. It almost makes a conspiracist out of me. But George Will would say let the market dictate when alternative fueling is needed because the private sector will do it better anyway. A free market has its vagaries.

The other problem with that scenerio is that with all that oil money it surely wouldn't be difficult for him to acquire nuclear weapons. And that, more than the possibility of a global depression, makes you sick. In the nuclear age, any country who gets nuclear weapons becomes exempt from war, at least exempt from being attacked by another nuclear power. You can fight proxy wars as we did with the Soviet Union (Korea & Vietnam) but the tacit agreement was 'no nuclear weapons'. But just as we couldn't go to war with the Soviets, we couldn't go to war with Saddam at that point. So in the end the positive of having just one enemy isn't positive after all.

Update: Great coment from Dan at Lofted Nest:
I remember reading "The Turning Point" by Fritjof Capra and his discussion of Europe approaching the Middle Ages. Their whole culture, he wrote, was based on wood -- wood tools, wood spoons and forks and bowls and plates, wood furniture, wood houses, wood for heat, wood for shaping metal, wood for fishing boats, wood for arrows and on and on. And as population grew, the forests shrank until society reached a turning point. The monarchs took over the forests and the people could no longer make their way without leave of their kings, etc. Society descended into Dark Ages.

Next, Capra started listing everything in modern society that is oil/gas/carbon based -- and it really is an amazing list, everything plastic, transportation, power grids, heating, cooling, farming... and when we run out of oil? Again... expect a dark age for man. It was a scary book & gave me quite an appreciation for just how many eggs we have in the oil basket.

  posted by TS @ 07:40  
 

 
    Spanning the Globe To Bring You The Constant Variety Of Posts

The last couple of months have been crazy...Dylan has been taking care of me, had heart attack and surgery... and on top of all this I moved..just recently...Dylan is doing good...we both thank everyone for all there prayers..don't give up on him..he has been my right arm since March.. thank you again. - Dylan's (of "more last than star") mom

RCIA, he said, stood for Repelling Catholics In-Advertently. - Dawn Eden, (despite that, congrats to Dawn for entering RCIA!)

Her father died when she was three. Her mother remarried to a non-Catholic man who you find in the story in another place was an alcoholic. All of this provides an interesting backdrop to her fight against the "patriarchy" of the Church. Then there is her bout with polio when she first entered into religious life. Take all of this as a whole then add to it her views against the miraculous, the power of God to intervene...what you are left with is a very human religion of Sr. Joan. Why is she allowed a stage to share this religion with bishops, priests, religious, and laity? This best can be explained by the lack of faith that she enunciates so well for those who think like her. Why do they stay in the Church? Security. - Michael of Annunciations, regarding Sr. Joan Chittister and her recent book 

"Hey, this isn't going to kill the mystique is it?" - Elena of My Domestic Church to her husband, during the birth of their child as the doctor pointed out 'anatomical details' to him

I went to a poet's meeting on a whim a few years ago and the main topic of interest was how to copyright your poems. Some people, back then anyway, were sending their poems into the copyright office, others were mailing their poems to themselves to secure the post office date stamp. They were all worried about sending poetry off to editors who would steal it for themselves. I asked them why they bothered since even good poetry isn't worth a dime and magazines only pay in copies to up their circulation numbers anyway... That didn't go over very well. - Dan of "Lofted Nest"

Speaking as one born into abject poverty (by American standards at least) I have to admit, in my own adulthood, I was far less happy making $60k than I am barely clearing $12k. My life is so much better now that I own a little stuff, instead of being owned by a lot of stuff. On the partisan economic thing, I admit I have always bristled at leftists talking about the poor. Capitalists may not have the right solution, but they do tend to at least see poor folks as capable folks and that means a lot to me. Welfare, as practised in the West, can be soul-deadening.- commenter on Disputations

I'd like to propose [St. John the Baptist] for patron saint of the Internet. John was a herald, a man whose job it was to announce the coming of the King. In essence, that means he was a communicator, first and foremost. Also, that whole "baptism of repentence for the forgiveness of sins" was quite a contrast with what his father Zechariah was up to in the Temple (the "sacrificing of animals for the forgiveness of sins"). It shows he was open to "new technologies". Finally, he was quite a firebrand, so I think he'd be quite at home within the kinds of discussion that sometimes happens within the Internet. I can just see his ears perking up at the mention of a "flame war". - Fr. Dowd on St. Blog's Parish Hall

I plan to one day piss off all my relatives and friends (as well as random St. Bloggers, I suppose) by writing a chapter-by-chapter analysis of that book [Christ the King, Lord of History] and why we're destroying our children's critical faculties and opening them up for a loss of faith, by using that book as the basis of their history education. - commenter on Amy's blog

Brave New World is relentlessly taught at schoolchildren as a warning and yet our society grows more and more like it with each passing decade. Subliminal brainwashing of children on a national scale?? - commenter on Jimmy Akin's site about the "Most Dangerous Books Ever Written"

MOM, turning to me, deadpan: I'm beginning to side with Rev. Phelps. - Dawn Eden report after hearing Billy Graham mentioning Hilary Clinton running the country

Everyone has a conversion story these days; even cradle Catholics, since no one perseveres in the faith from childhood anymore...I was raised in a very devout Baptist home myself. Due to my pride and vanity it almost seems the only way I could be made receptive to the Faith was to languish in dreadful wickedness for a time, so that I could begin to see I needed something far greater than myself. We’ve all went through it, each in our own way. Our lives literally rot away from the inside until something new and beautiful can be made to spring forth from within us...This time a mature faith that, with God’s grace, can face the very world that killed our innocence and wonder the first time. - Franklin Jennings as quoted on "Hallowed Ground"

The RC understanding of baptism and its relation to faith is quite different from the evangelical perspective. In short, the baptized Catholic coming forward in a Graham Crusade would not be taught that she, indeed, has had a relationship with Christ since her baptism. The Catholic understanding of John 3 is pretty much totally related to baptism as the beginning of life in Christ, and officially buying into the Graham interpretation would be strange. - Amy Welborn

Forgiveness [is] all of a piece with God's love. It's not something extra or optional. If God is love, if God is God, then God is forgiveness, and He will forgive all of us everything....For a Christian to forgive is not for him to say, "I forgive you your offenses against me," but, "God forgives you your offences against Him." Christian forgiveness is no more a juridical act, fundamentally, than is Christ's forgiveness. It is an act of evangelism, a proclamation of the Gospel, and to whom are we not to evangelize? - Tom of Disputations

Joy is a sign if a healthy spirituality. How many Catholics do you find that are really joyless, and that joylessness is not confined to either liberals or conservatives, but exists on both ends of the spectrum. (There are a number of blogs that seem absent of joy—or a sense of humor—which illustrate the point adequately.) ... So 'laugh away to your heart’s content. Be as merry as you you please.' [Blessed Jordan of Saxony] - Dom of Bettnet.com

  posted by TS @ 11:25  
June 29, 2005 

 
Peter, Paul & Mary

One of the many things I like about Orthodox icons, like this one or this, is how they typically show the apostles centered around Mary during Pentecost. Party poopers might say this isn't scriptural since we don't know for sure if Mary was there, though it strains credibility to think otherwise given that Acts 1:12 (a few verses before Pentecost) says, "they all joined together constantly in prayer, along with the women and Mary the mother of Jesus, and with his brothers."

But to depict Mary as the center is fitting because, being our mother, we know her differently and more intimately than we know the apostles. We see her in the picture and say - hey - my mom's there! Would we not center our camera on our mother if she was at some great historical event? 

And I'm sure even on this day St. Peter and St. Paul won't mind because she is their mother too! They can relate.

  posted by TS @ 09:15  
 

 
Ora pro nobis, Flannery

The Flannery O'Connor blog has been updated.

  posted by TS @ 20:32  
June 28, 2005 

 
Blogging Like It's 1984

I was looking for summer clothes in the nether regions of our house when I came across a journal from 1984. 

Man, oh man but it was like a retreived memory! Names that would otherwise be completely unrecoverable were resurrected thanks to the persistence of paper and ink. 

Naturally, I went directly to the internet, do-not-pass-go, to super-sleuth these folks. Mostly I came up empty, although the UCC pastor at my best friend's church (oddly, my close friends have always been Protestants & Jews) is pastoring way out in the rural Pennsylvania near the Appalachian trail. He always did love the natural world. 

The journal has an extremely high "cringe" factor, as in "I can't believe I wrote that". Earnest if trite, some of the frankness in the area of sexuality makes it feel like I am carrying radioactive material around. I really need to burn this. Not that I was that bad but it sounds like it. It's embarrassing on nearly every level imaginable and I'd druther my wife not read the poetry directed at other women. So I could: a) type it into a password-protected Word doc (which would take forever)or b) get it rid of it now or c) save it and hope that I don't die suddenly and thus have time to destroy it before my death. 

But the memories are something else. 

I worked that summer with a guy named Bob who was a man-of-the-world 24 year old who'd graduated from college and taught school for a couple years before working at the local restaurant enroute to the military (I found only that he lives in Birmingham, AL now). Seems I was impressed with him, or perhaps impressed by the fact that he was impressed with me. A snippet:

"Knowing someone like Bob makes me realize how little I've really experienced of life. He has more stories than one would think was possible. Wild stories of travel, of skinny-dipping, of spying on the girls locker room. He seems to me to be an extremely interesting man and complex one - a person not easily categorized as "good" or "bad". He's a churchgoer who loves baseball, collects baseball cards and takes pictures with his expensive camera. He can seem a child, and as innocent. And yet he's done things he can't even mention."

In hindsight, Bob wasn't exactly the picture-postcard role model, to put it mildly. 

~~~

Then too there was the uber-kind Protestant pastor. My best friend's parents were always so smart, always so ahead of the curve. That they were United Church of Christ members back in the 1970s doesn't surprise me - they were non-denominational before non-denominational was cool. Was the UCC the first denomination to end all denominations? But instead of coming home to Rome they went to the newly formed UCC: "the UCC was founded in 1957 as the union of several different Christian traditions: from the beginning of our history, we were a church that affirmed the ideal that Christians did not always have to agree to live together in communion" says the UCC website. I'm not saying I would've done any different if I were in their shoes. It's understandable if someone doesn’t see the truths of Catholicism if they were raised in another tradition. Flannery O'Connor wrote that 
"all voluntary baptisms are a miracle to me and stop my mouth as much as if I had just seen Lazarus walk out of the tomb. I suppose it's because I know that it had to be given me before the age of reason, or I wouldn't have used any reason to find it."
It's also understandable for an uncatechized Catholic to convert, of which there are legion. It's the fully catechized Catholic who converts which is a puzzlement - but for free will and the "diamond hardness of the human heart" as Steven Riddle put it.

  posted by TS @ 18:30  
 

 
Opposite World

We like dandelions when they are young, when their bright yellow flowers dot the meadow. But when they are old they seem unlike themselves, they lose their attractiveness and we say they have "gone to seed". Nearing death they wear crowns of white seeds, crowns that prove that they have not become less than they were but more, a multitude.

Watching an older person lose their memory makes it easy to say that they "are not themselves". But they are not not themselves. That which makes them who they are has not changed. God within them has not changed. And they are closer to Heaven, which is Reality itself, and will be restored to a reality much greater than their best day on earth.

  posted by TS @ 17:26  
 

 
Musing

To be resolved: the fact that there are Scientologists is the best proof of Chesterton's adage that "when people stop believing in God, they don't believe in nothing -- they believe in anything".

  posted by TS @ 09:28  
 

 
True Words

Ham of Bone said yesterday: "No one on their death bed regrets that they did too much for Christ."

  posted by TS @ 09:05  
 

 
Heaven's of the Energetic

If I read correctly, which I surely did not, Enbrethiliel spent almost seven hours on one blog post, the 100 Greatest Catholic Quotes of All Time.

Two of my favorites, if lesser known, are: 
Discouragement is not from God. - St. Ignatius of Loyola

If you pray, you will have faith. And if you have faith, you will love. And if you have love, you will serve. And if you serve, you will have peace. - Mother Teresa
Update: Also one from Chesterton:
Man can be defined as an animal that makes dogmas. As he piles doctrine on doctrine and conclusion on conclusion in the formation of some tremendous scheme of philosophy and religion, he is, in the only legitimate sense of which the expression is capable, becoming more and more human. When he drops one doctrine after another in a refined scepticism, when he declines to tie himself to a system, when he says that he has outgrown definitions, when he says that he disbelieves in finality, when, in his own imagination, he sits as God, holding no form of creed but contemplating all, then he is by that very process sinking slowly backwards into the vagueness of the vagrant animals and the unconsciousness of the grass. Trees have no dogmas. Turnips are singularly broad-minded. 

  posted by TS @ 08:54  
 

 
He Just Loves Everybody, Doggone It

I've always been a "I hope everyone gets to Heaven" person, although not to the point of wanting to socialize with everyone there. In my defense I don't expect to be elbowing out Blessed Margaret to get to talk to St. Thomas Aquinas. I know my place, though pride being what it is I don't doubt that I overestimate it. Besides, I assume we'll be so distracted (for once distraction as a positive good!) by the beatific vision that we won't be worried about distinctions. Or, as Fr. Neuhaus once famously wrote, "Hitler in heaven will be forever a little dog to whom we will benignly condescend. But he will be grateful for being there, and for not having received what he deserved," just as "we will all be grateful for being there and for not having received what we deserve."

This was all prompted by news of the recent Graham-Clinton lovefest. My reaction was that it waters down Graham's praise of Pope John Paul II, rendering it as meaningful as an "Up With People" song and as discerning as Bush's soul-seeing ability in light of Vlad Putin's oily behavior. At the very least it showed that the Reverend has terrible taste in friends. But then I realized that by that definition God has the lowest taste in friends of all since the goodness differential between Billy Graham and Bill Clinton is infinitely less than the distance between Billy Graham and God.

So I'm trying to come 'round Billy. Hope this doesn't mean you won't talk to me in Heaven.

  posted by TS @ 08:22  
 

 
Remembering "Moonlight" Graham
No wonder it took quite awhile for his story to get around -- and for author W.P. Kinsella to make Graham a part of the poetry and romance that celebrate the lore and lure of baseball.

More than a decade after Graham died in 1965, the prize-winning author was leafing through the Baseball Encyclopedia that his father-in-law had given him a few days earlier. Among the listings for every player and their lifetime statistics, Kinsella came across something that stopped him.

"I found this entry for Moonlight Graham. How could anyone come up with that nickname? He played one game but did not get to bat. I was intrigued, and I made a note that I intended to write something about him,'' he said.

A few years later, he did. His 1982 novel Shoeless Joe was adapted into the film Field of Dreams in 1989, and Moonlight was reborn.

  posted by TS @ 09:50  
June 27, 2005 

 
Of Books

Interview in the Columbus Dispatch with Steve Leveen, author of The Little Guide to Your Well-Read Life, who discovered reading in middle age (beats most responses to the midlife crisis):
Q:  Why own books insted of borrowing them?
A:  Borrowed books are gold; owning books is magic. Having your own library of 'candidates' is like having your own bookstore...They are like friends waiting for you to come play, friendly old uncles ready to tell you an amazing story, lovers ready for a weekend away. Don't deny yourself those pleasures.

Q:  Why should people write in their books?
A:  I do a whole section on this in the book, but here's one convincing reason: In future years, your loved ones will delight to know what you thought of a passage. Write to your grandchildren.

  posted by TS @ 09:42  
 

 
Bike Ride

Took a long bike ride out to the country, the first one of the summer. I’m amused by my reaction to seeing a corn field again, amused that after six months it can almost fill a need, as if it's on Maslow’s hierarchy. So I crossed that one off. One can certainly live without seeing green, living things and we do all winter, but we’re richer during the summer. As John Denver once sang, “I know he’d be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly.”

I see a groundhog disappear on invisible legs into the brush line and later three bunny “hoppits”, as my wife calls them, their noses and ears twitching nervously. A perfect golden-hue’d field lies to my right, contrasted pleasingly by the emerald of young soy. The farmhouse and out buildings are fantastically kept up, the rural equivalent of not having a “hair out of place”. I long to rest in that order, in the short-clipped grass resting against the straight edge of the green crops. After watching the movie “Field of Dreams” back in the late ‘90s I wanted to plant a corn field in my backyard. Of course the work involved would be daunting (we have about 3/4ths of an acre) and my wife would never stand for it. But it’s always been a dream to have my own corn field and to disappear among the tall stalks. 

Apropos of nothing an old song comes to mind 
Living on Tulsa Time.
Living on Tulsa Time.
Gonna set my watch back to it
'Cause you know that I've been through it.
Living on Tulsa Time.
I always wanted to go to Tulsa. I love the name; it rolls off the tongue. Going to a town because you like the name is probably not the best reason to go but I figured that a city no one purposely goes to might be worth going to. Oklahoma isn’t exactly a hot destination but just as on the political curve the extreme right-wing is actually left-wing, I imagined Tulsa to be so uncharismatic as to make it charismatic. 

I think of my favorite aunt. And I think that maybe I understand something she had in her cellar better. When she was young she contracted a disease that resulted in not having body hair for the rest of her life. She wore a wig and painted on eyebrows and in my youth and sweet obliviousness to appearances, I had not a clue. But I remember that she had a picture in her basement of a woman with long, beautiful hair and admiring herself in a mirror. If you looked at the picture from farther away it appeared to be a skull, and at the bottom there was a caption warning agaist vanity. It occurred to me for the first time that she must've keenly felt her lack of hair and so that picture must've been somewhat consolatory, in knowing that all things pass.

  posted by TS @ 09:09  
 

 
In Our DNA

There’s nothing that seems quite as silly as believing cultural characteristics lurk in our DNA. Such as thinking that we of Irish heritage like the sound of the Irish language because our ancestors spoke it generations ago. Or that the smell of burning peat dug from Irish bogs awakens some distant ancestral memory. Yet writers like Pete McCarthy and Tom Hayden and others written of it and I think its kind of cool.

I think that desire is interesting, this odd hope that our ancestors left not just their physical characteristics but in some vague sense part of their soul. It’s is a very Catholic sensibility, since we have been given the great gift of Jesus, Body and Soul, in the Eucharist. The boundaries of time and substance are not fixed, the impossible made possible.

  posted by TS @ 08:10  
 

 
Worst List

Another book list, this one looks at the ten worst Christian books of the modern era.

No. 10 is: "Dr. Norman Vincent Peale, The Power of Positive Thinking", about which the blogger writes, "A little happy narcissistic Pelagianism never hurt anyone, right?"

I came to a similar conclusion about Peale last year although I still find it an interesting topic. One of Peale's prescriptions was to repeat the phrase "I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me" ten times every morning, which is ironic given that that verse from St. Paul would seem to be about as anti-Pelagian as it gets since it is Christ giving us the strength. Since grace builds on nature rather than obliterating it, it would be lame to take no responsibility for one's thoughts and simply assume that it's God's job to have us think positively. I'm thinking aloud here, but the danger seems to come in attempting to use God as a means to our end, i.e. to our improved mental health, instead of allowing Him to use us for His end.

  posted by TS @ 12:45  
June 26, 2005 

 
Crack Cocaine to a Bibliophile

I love lists like this.

This book, while casting absolutely no aspersions on its content, has the quintessential American title doesn't it? Reminds me of the phrase "get rich quick".

  posted by TS @ 12:43  
 

 
Odds 'n Ends

From bookshop's advertisement flyer (run by a former British R.A.F. woman pilot):
As 98% of you now buy all your books on Internet, how sad you are missing the major Aura of buying a book. The ombience created by each O.P. specialist. Out West were the weirdest. Stuffed lion, carpets & cushions invited laying on! I used to love to guess the background of these interesting owners! Esentrics we Brits called them. Bred by the 1,000's because of the *Empire builders journeys* took them to the mystical East of the torid Tropics, then *home* to chilly G.B. to spend their wayning years sharing adventures & love of books that had kept them sane. So dear book lovers, use us for the last few years & visit by appointment remembering the Internet & phone pay the OVERHEAD!

(Translation hints: G.B. = Great Britain and O.P. = out of print)
___

It's not good that men should live alone. For man living alone = television golf. Overheard a late 20-something male on the elevator say this week:
My roommate moved out so I'm on my own for the first time. It was great, drank six, seven beers while watching golf all day.

  posted by TS @ 12:30  
 

 
...Because I Just Love Writing Fiction
Rob Meyers was twelve years old when he became acquainted with the television show “Wonder Woman”. He was surprised the bad guys weren't distracted by her outfit and why it seemed she didn't get more mileage out of that. Didn’t Batman use his good looks to trap Cat Woman at least once? Why shouldn’t Wonder Woman do the same? He congratulated himself for his fairness and wondered if that made him as a feminist. 

He felt close to the actress Linda Carter because she looked like the 16-year old who babysat him when he was ten and whom he had a secret crush on. All crushes at that age were secret so that was redundant, but her proximity was an additional aphrodesiac since she lived right next door. She wore the hotpants that were the fashion in the ‘70s and used to loudly play a song on her stereo with the lyric, "I love to ride my bicycle, I love to ride my bike”. He could very much relate to that song since he loved riding his bicycle too. He felt they had much in common. 

One night, as he was taping over the Beatles “Yellow Submarine” in favor of the theme to “Buck Rogers of the 25th Century”, he asked her if they could order a pizza but she said no because it caused “zits”. He didn’t have any zits but never really noticed if she had any either. That would involve too close a study, and he felt worshipped objects should not be subjected to such rude scrutiny.

The next day, while using a tape measure to determine how far he could long jump, the babysitter came home from her glamorous high school life. He watched dumbfounded as a teenage boy dropped her off from school. He wondered if he was her boyfriend. He didn’t like it. He liked it better when she rode the bus like everybody else. 

He went to the backyard to think it over, and to see if the Phillies could beat the Dodgers on his Pitchback. “Pitchback” was a large net mounted on a pole with a square in the middle indicating the strike zone. He took his cap and after making a quick writing motion in the air (he was right-handed) he laid the cap against the left side of his chest and sang the Star Spangled Banner. 

“Play ball!” he said, as Davey Lopes stepped to the plate...

  posted by TS @ 17:52  
June 25, 2005 

 
Something New & Old in the "New Covenant"

Cardinal Ratzinger's Many Religions - One Covenant is a deep and satisfying read, particularly in the way he makes connections between the Old & New Testaments: 


Paul is well aware that, prior to the Christian history of salvation, the word "covenant" had to be understood and spoken of in the plural; out of these various covenants he selects two particularly, sets them up in mutual opposition, and refers each one to the covenant in Christ: these are the covenant with Abraham and the covenant with Moses. He sees the covenant made with Abraham as the real, fundamental, and abiding covenant; according to Paul, the covenant made with Moses was interposed 430 years after the Abrahamic covenant; it could not abrogate the covenant with Abraham but constituted only an intermediary stage in God's providential plan...

God's pedagogy with mankind operates in such a way that its individual props are jettisoned when the goal of the educational process is reached. Particular paths are abandoned, but the meaning remains. The convenant with Moses is incorporated into the covenant with Abraham, and the Law becomes the mediator of promise. Thus Paul distinguishes very sharply between two kinds of covenant that we find in the Old Testament itself: the covenant that consists of legal prescriptions and the covenant that is essentially a promise, the gift of friendship, bestowed without conditions.
      'Law is Grace' is not a Contradiction

For the Law is not only a burden imposed on believers - as we are inclined to think, due to the one-sided emphasis of the Pauline antitheses. As seen by Old Testament believers, the Law itself is the concrete form of grace. For to know God's will is grace. And to know God's will is to know oneself, to understand the world, to know what our destination is. It means that we are liberated from the darkness of our endless questioning, that the light as come, that light without which we can neither see nor move. "You have not shown your will to any other nation": for Israel, at least for its best representatives, the Law is the visibility of the truth...

  posted by TS @ 10:59  
June 24, 2005 

 
Pope John Paul II Moment of Silence

I didn't realize the Reds did that on Opening Day. Very cool.




The Reds and Mets line up after introductions and pause for a moment of silence in honor of the passing of Pope John Paul II before the start of their opening day game at Great American Ballpark. (Greg Lynch/Cox News Service) 

  posted by TS @ 08:52  
 

 
Bob Dylan on Sixty Minutes

Dylan's book Chronicles is one I'd like to read but surely never will. Watched a recent interview with Ed Bradley. He's more interesting than the usual celebrity:
[Do you] ever look back at the music [you've] written with surprise? 

"I used to. I don't do that anymore. I don't know how I got to write those songs. Those early songs were almost magically written," says Dylan, who quotes from his 1964 classic, "It's Alright, Ma." 

"Try to sit down and write something like that. There's a magic to that, and it's not Siegfried and Roy kind of magic, you know? It's a different kind of a penetrating magic. And, you know, I did it. I did it at one time." 

Does he think he can do it again today? No, says Dylan. "You can't do something forever," he says. "I did it once, and I can do other things now. But, I can't do that." 

  posted by TS @ 08:34  
 

 
Say It Ain't So, Joe

It's chilling to learn there are conservatives who would not rule out voting for Sen. Hillary "The Ends Justifies the Means if it Means I'm in Office" Clinton. But then since some fellow conservatives are okay with torture as a means to a good end, so perhaps it's not as far-fetched as I'd thought.

  posted by TS @ 08:15  
 

 
The Great Bingo Riot of 2005

Okay so I slightly exaggerate. But at the end of one of yesterday's bingo games we had five winners and the caller thought there were four so we ended up overpaying all five. After the miscue was discovered four of them graciously gave back the $50 overpayment but one said "go fish", "sorry about your luck", or "bank error in my favor". Pick your phrase. 

So our intrepid leader Joe announced that the last bingo pot would be shy $50 and an uproar ensued. "BULLSH-T!" many yelled. "Why should we suffer for your mistake" was the verdict of an increasingly ugly crowd.

I told Joe that that was an unpopular message to deliver (just doing my impression of "Master of the Obvious") and he tersely said "I don't care." Sensitive subject.

So the next game was tense, the air pickled with pangs of purple'd rage (or at least purple'd prose). Something had to give. So Joe made another announcement requesting that the person who was overpaid give back the money. And eventually, seemingly hours later, he or she did. Order was restored.

"A happy ending," I said to a co-worker.

"No it's not!" snapped someone who overheard me. 

Just another night in the ol' bingo parlor.

Earlier that evening I'd arrived a tad late and all the floorworkers were already doing their thing. So Joe had me training at the window where the players buy their bingo sheets. I was stationed with a guy I'll call Sam who wore a small hoop earring but was straight as the 4th of July. North of sixty years old and quick as a whip, he had white silver hair and in manner & appearance seemed a cross between Little Jimmy Dickens and Ross Perot. To say he was flirtatious is like saying Shaq can play basketball. I mean this guy holds a black belt in Flirt; he's a jujitsu instructor in female flattery. He told every woman how lovely they looked and would often hold their hands or caress their wrists and lower arms. I haven't felt as much a third wheel since high school when my best friend was always canoodling his girlfriend. "There's a shack out back we can go to..." Sam tells a particular favorite. 

He took a short break to get coffee. Said he was tired. If he was tired than I've never not been tired.

  posted by TS @ 07:53  
 

 
If...

...you could say a quick prayer for my stepson I'd appreciate it. He's 24, been married a year, and is thinking of quitting his 9-to-5 office job in order to join the Navy.

  posted by TS @ 09:42  
June 23, 2005 

 
Pep Talk

Well it's late in the week and it's summer and you know what that means. It means the likelihood that I'll have something meaningful to say approaches critical non-mass. (It's heartening to see I'm not the only one.) The temptation is to type "Yes, we have no blog posts! We have no blog posts today!" to tune of "Yes, We Have No Bananas".

But being the blogging professional I am - hey another for my oxymoron collection! - I thought I'd give a spiel on the importance of nutrition and exercise.

Since grace builds on nature, we can hardly expect God to overcome the abuses we inflict on our bodies. He gives us the tools and we use them. And so a couple months ago I began regularly mixing nutritional saccharomyces cerevisiae in milk and having that for breakfast. And I now take a daily multivitamin, something I've ignored for over a decade. And I do feel better. It certainly beats the morning donut.

Exercise is also something not to be taken for granted. Dr. Paul Dudley White said that a "vigorous five mile walk will do more good for an unhappy but otherwise healthy adult than all the medicine and psychology in the world." 

The point is not to raise fitness and nutrition to the be all and end all, but simply to recognize that our physical and mental health is somewhat dependent on the conduit of our own behaviors or misbehaviors. Or, as the saying in our house goes, "self-inflicted ponc is the worst kind."

  posted by TS @ 09:14  
 

 
Crystal's right. All I can say is wow.

  posted by TS @ 08:18  
 

 
Flashback

The brine in our cells danced
to the ocean’s motion 
till sea memories
implanted and blanch’d 
sand white as Purity 
washed to our feet
as night fell on sunburnt
sheets wet with aloe.

  posted by TS @ 22:46  
June 22, 2005 

 
Aquinas & Augustine

Over the past year or so I've become interested in St. Thomas Aquinas & St. Augustine, the two spiritual giants of Catholic theology. And it's fascinating to me why someone becomes a Thomist and someone else an Augustinian. Is it merely a personality difference? Why a Fr. Groeschel adores St. Augustine and a Jacques Maritain finds Thomas to be his guru? Perhaps part of why Aquinas is so appealing is because so often in our lives (and in Christian history) there have been delusions (aka heresies) and his logical systemizing is like a salve on those wounds. And, as Saul Bellow once wrote, 
I was always drawn to people who were orderly in a large sense and had mapped out the world and made it coherent. We had a buddy back in the States who liked to tell us, 'Order is charismatic.'
And no where does one find more order than in St. Thomas. Still, there is something very appealing about Augustine because he is so personal. This tends to be a very personal blog so it would seem I lean towards Augustine despite my admiration for Aquinas. I recently read something from a commenter on Dispuations that I hadn't seen before. The commenter quoted John Allen: 
Of Aquinas, then-Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger once wrote, "His crystal-clear logic seemed to me to be too closed in on itself, too impersonal and ready-made."

  posted by TS @ 11:08  
 

 
The Summer of Our Discontent

Well the Reds fired their manager today. Probaby a month overdue actually. To tune of Sweet Molly Malone:
In Cincy's fair city, where the girls are so pretty, 

that's where I first met the oldest pro team. 

They stole many bases and hit many johnsons

And in '75 beat the Sox in Boston 

and we cried 'Go Reds, Go Reds!

Alive alive-o'! (Chorus)
But alas, now they are 'dead, dead-o'! But don't cry for me Argentina, cry for area kids who are ten, eleven and twelve. That's when it means everything. And that's when the Big Red Machine years ran for me, right down the boulevard of my youth, winning pennants when I was 7, 9, 12 and 13. I experienced a second youth in 1990 they swept the Oakland A's.

  posted by TS @ 07:32  
 

 
    Spanning the Globe To Bring You The Constant Variety Of Posts

Keep your eyes on the crucifix, for Jesus without the cross is a man without a mission, and the cross without Jesus is a burden without a reliever. - Fulton J. Sheen of Heaven

My parents were very strict about music with us when we were growing up. We weren't alowed to listen to anything my parents thought would disorder our souls... which I guess meant, anything that would add more troubles to our day then the day itself had decreed sufficient...I also remember being flummoxed repeatedly by my high school friends increasingly darker attitudes and perspectives. The music was always with them - on the bus, at their parties, on their alarms, in all their free-time, and they kept getting more glassy-eyed and rebellious as they got more and more into Pink Floyd, Metallica, Black Sabbath, etc...We had lots of music in the house, but it was happy music... But the happy music we had in our lives warded off any resentment we might have otherwise nurtured. Music is very important. The songs in your heart can give you either inner hope and joy, or inner meaninglessness and cynicism. I always marvel how parents can just shrug off what their kids are listening to. - Quote from "Church of the Masses" via Amy Welborn

When we hear someone speak of what is true or good, we brace ourselves for the implied imperative to change our lives. We don't like that. But beauty, well, we already seek beauty....beauty connotes no fear of punishment; we go straight to enjoyment of the pleasure we derive from it. That would be a strictly limited submission to authority, limited by the duration and quantity of pleasure we experience, until and unless we advance to the third stair, of filial love for the Beauty Who created us. - Tom of Disputations

Perhaps it's like putting up a statue of Tonto, the Loan Ranger's Indian sidekick at Wounded Knee -- just how would that go over? - Falcon of "Lofted Nest", on news that a statue of the Bewitched sitcom is going up in Salem, Mass

May I please,please,please count the four Haynes auto repair manuals I own for each of the cars? They're not exactly leisure reading but I do read them, and in precisely the way they were designed to be read. I caught a friend reading The DaVinci Code the other day (he's a mechanic, incidentally) and I'm sure he would be allowed to count it among the books he owns. But a Haynes auto repair manual is a far more worthy work for a number of reasons: first, it actually imparts accurate and useful knowledge; second, it does not consciously mislead you (tell lies); third, it does not presume to know what it cannot know but deals only with the facts at hand; fourth, it has no designs on destroying that which you hold most dear (your religion) but would in fact help you preserve that which you hold most dear (your car); fifth, the prose is better; sixth, there will be no sequel. - Bill of Apologia, on "How Many Books Do You Own" meme

Over the past 24 hours, my total ‘hits per day’ count has inexplicably risen by one. - Thomas of ER, in a post tited "For That Special Someone.."

Our parents weren't 'the greatest generation' -- we're the worst. That 'greatest generation' stuff is sheer Yuppie self-serving: we call our parents 'great' to imply that we're normal, when in fact they were normal and we're a bunch of self-absorbed cowardly gits." - Cacciaguida. (Git?)

[The book of] Job is a comedy – the status quo is not restored, but he’s given a hundred-fold of what he started with. Think of the great story of the Bible as a whole, how it starts in a Garden, but finishes in a grand City with a Garden in the middle, the Tree of Life prominently given for all to enjoy. - Thomas of ER

The humidity is so high that breathing is considered aerobic exercise.- m'Lynn of "Scattershot Direct" on summer Texas weather

  posted by TS @ 07:31  
 

 
~ June 22 ~



Today the Church celebrates my patron saint's birthday into Heaven!

I feel a deep affinity for St. Thomas More. He didn't volunteer to become a martyr, doing everything he could think of to avoid it but not flinching when it was required. He was also a man with a strong libido. And I deeply appreciate that I get to share his name and my earthly birthday with his heavenly one.

He was the person of the greatest virtue these islands ever produced
-- Samuel Johnson (quote via Sancta Sanctis)

St. Thomas, pray for us!

  posted by TS @ 07:30  
 

 
Depends on the Definition of Sanity

Was reading a biography of convert/priest Isaac Hecker over the weekend and it says that when he was still and praying he longed for activity and mission, but when he was working he longed to be still and prayerful. Alas, the human condition in a nutshell.

There was also a blurb about how he had a "breakdown", then "common among 19th century idealists". Lots of madness in the Romantic era. I guess in some ways we're more sane but also more at the risk of living in Brave New World-ish comas.

  posted by TS @ 22:50  
June 21, 2005 

 
Write, Son. Write like the Wind!

There was a Writer's Club meeting during lunch today but I blew it off. Sponsored by work, no less. I'm not much of a joiner and writing is such a solitary activity anyway that all I could picture was a bunch of introverts sitting around the table engaging in pretentious conversation. 

But fortunately one of my work colleagues attended. He reports, you decide if it was worth it:
I had thrown on a mud colored corduroy jacket with leather patches on the elbows that I had bought off a bum for a fiver. I mussed my hair a little, pasted on my best cynical sneer, and slouched sullenly into the room. After quickly scanning for a good looking young thing to set next to I eased into a seat between an earnest looking Arab man and a thin oriental girl...Most of the workshop revolved around generating good ideas. Something I haven't done since I wrote that pioneer day parade piece for the Mt. Vernon Times last summer. I came out of there with a couple of handouts and free copy of Writers Digest. Not a bad haul considering my low expectations. 
Not to be outdone, another frustrated writer/co-worker weighs in, not letting not having gone weigh him down:
I forgot all about the writers club. I pictured a room of heavyset Jean Teasdales wearing muumuus and clutching dog-eared manuscripts, waxing rhapsodic about how the last rejection letter was personally addressed (unlike all those ones addressed to Dear Submitter), who entertain fantasies of meeting Fabio when he poses for the cover of their blockbuster bodice-ripper that turns the genre upside down; mingling with mouth-breathing slumpshouldered pastyfaced thirtysomethings with the bad posture, curved back and narrow shoulders of lifelong D&D junkies who have expanded on the fictional "I never thought I would be writing to Penthouse Forum, but the most unbelievable thing just..." letter they submitted in college; interspersed with earnest young emo males sporting Cleopatrick eye makeup, angular bangs with carefully and conscientiously tousled back and sides, whose two-dimensional characters serve as editorial backdrops demonstrating that they have not outgrown the obligatory college-age phase of Ayn Rand worship. I pictured all that, and couldn't decide which one I wanted to go as. I'll stick with launching sarcastic broadsides from my pathetic cubicle.
Now that boy can write.

  posted by TS @ 16:34  
 

 
Will Blog For Beer or Links

Okay Erik. Have I not done sufficient penance for quoting the Indigo Girls yet?

  posted by TS @ 16:08  
 

 
Sign of the Apocalypse, #37,102

As they say, you can't make that stuff up.

  posted by TS @ 15:37  
 

 
New Perspectives on Paul

Interesting link from Amy about how many scholars have been reconsidering Paul. Bill Cork comments:
Paul needs to be understood in context. He only discusses justification in two letters, Romans and Galatians, both of which have the context of how can Jews and Gentiles both be members of the new covenant in Jesus Christ. Paul's response is that we are members of this covenant (justified) not through the Law (the Torah, the Mosaic Covenant) but through Faith. 

Paul is thus not interested in the question of Luther, how can I, wracked with guilt and a troubled conscience, find peace with God.

I'd say this insight is taken for granted today by most Biblical scholars, Catholic and Protestant; and as such, it provides an opportunity for ecumenical advance because it gets us out of the passions and blinders of 16th century polemics to ask what Paul meant to his first hearers.
It seems like the whole "Salvation Formula" (to borrow from the Zipster) is something that really took a life of its own around the time of the Reformation. Our mutual contagiousness is so striking when you see how most everyone of that era and beyond was afflicted to a greater or lesser degree; saints like St. Alphonsus de Ligouri and St. Philip Neri were at points in time afflicted with terrible scrupolosity and dark doubts about their salvation. My impression is that Eastern Christianity was somewhat protected from this disease given their distance and almost hermetically sealed environment. Perhaps I'm wrong, but they seem to have mostly avoided the whole pox of seeing our relationship with God as contractual rather than familial. Of course when individualism became big in Western society it's not surprising that salvation came to be seen solely in individualistic terms.

  posted by TS @ 09:44  
 

 
Isak Dinesen quote II

She writes of experiencing an earthquake for the first time, and after her intial fear and terror by the third aftershock she writes of the joy of hope:
The feeling of colossal pleasure lies chiefly in the consciousness that something which you have reckoned to be immovable, has got it in it to move on its own. That is probably one of the strongest sensations of joy and hope in the world. The dull globe, the dead mass, the Earth itself, rose and stretched under me. It sent me out a message, the slightest touch, but of unbounded significance. It laughed so that the Native huts fell down and cried: Eppur si muove.

  posted by TS @ 09:01  
 

 
He Knew Too Little But Trusted Much

One of the reasons I love the Bill Murray movie (I’ll resist saying ‘vehicle’) The Man Who Knew Too Little is that everything Murray's character does is inadvertent. He is completely clueless and unaware of the danger he is in but somehow he manages to escape disaster, unlike his prideful know-it-all brother. 

How like our story! We are clueless of most of the dangers we face. If we had any idea of our true fragility we wouldn’t get up in the morning (which reminds me of what Peter Kreeft wrote in his book about angels: if we had any concept of the power of prayer and how its effects resonate through the centuries we’d be paralyzed to the point of never rising from our knees). 

Yet we somehow barely escape disasters because God protects even the ignorant. Bill Murray's character is a trusting child (in the good sense, i.e. child-like) and that is what Our Lord said we must be in order to see Heaven.

  posted by TS @ 08:36  
 

 
Returning to Africa

I've been enjoying Isak Dinesen's Out of Africa for the past five years or so, averaging maybe fifty pages per annum. It's one of those books that lends itself to episodic visits since it is chockful of anecdotes and small stories. Lately the book concerns itself with the differences between the native Africans and Europeans. Written in 1937, she sees moderns growing continually less civilized and the natives more so, and predicts we'll eventually trade places. 
The people who expect the Natives to jump joyfully from the stone age to the age of motor cars, forget the toil and labour which our own fathers have had, to bring us all through history to where we are...We of the present day, who love our machines, cannot quite imagine how people in the old days could live without them. But we could not make the Athanasian Creed, or the technique of the Mass, or of a five-act tragedy, and perhaps not even a sonnet. And if we had not found them there ready for our use, we should have had to do without them. Still we must imagine, since they have been made at all, that there was a time when the hearts of humanity cried out for these things, and when a deeply felt want was relieved when they were made.
Dinesen goes on to suggest that the doctrine of Transubstantiation was greeted with the same delight by natives that moderns greet technological innovations. She chided the skeptical Europeans who blamed ulterior motives.
Father Bernard came over on his motor bicycle one day, his bearded face all beaming with bliss and triumph...[for] nine young Kikuyu, from the Church of Scotland Mission, had come and asked to be received in the Roman Catholic Church, because they had, upon meditation and discussions, come to hold with the doctrine of the Transubstantiation, of that Church.
On where Europe and the natives will be a few generations hence:
Where shall they find us then? Shall we in the meantime have caught them by the tail and be hanging on to it, in our pursuit of some shade, some darkness, practising upon a tomtom? Will they be able to have our motor cars at cost price then, as they can now have the doctrine of the Transubstantiation?
Prescient, she.

  posted by TS @ 12:43  
June 20, 2005 

 
Piratical Nonsense

"Walk the plank ye bla'guard!" said the swarthy pirate, swarthy in the way most pirates at the Island of the Chronologically Incorrect are.

"Hold your hooks!" said a lawyer for the accused. (The accused had killed twenty-three men and raped six women but was on trial for allegedly saying to the captain, 'a bit greedy ain't ye?'.) "The plank must be at least thirty inches long in order to insure that the accused won't hit the ship's hull on the way down."

"Ayyyye!" said the pirate-in-charge. "Lawyers will be the death o' me!"

Spare wooden treasure chests were quickly dismantled and within the hour the plank was lengthened to the requisite length. Several pirates then tapped their glassware with their forks in order to re-quiet the crowd. 

"Pirates & gabberdeans, ne'erdowells and misunderstood misanthropes, I am here to pronounce the words that will result in the death of the man who insulted our esteemed captain, Bob Keeshan. So again I say, ye bla'guard, WALK THE PLANK!!"

"No --wait!" said the lawyer. "Regulations for plank walking require a plank surface that is completely free of nails, splinters and other imperfections pursuant to the safe passage of the party of the first part."

The pirates gathered around the plank and saw, to their dismay, many nails and splinters and imperfections that would prevent the defendant from traveling the length of the plank with anything approaching peace of mind. 

"OWWWYYYYYYIIII!" screamed the pirate-in-charge in a vowell-crushing spectacle that would've broken the spirit of Professor Higgins. "Aww heck, let's just go find a ship to sack! Got a problem with that mister attorney?"

"No, as you well know ship-plundering and the taking of innocent lives are protected under the law."

  posted by TS @ 09:15  
 

 
Full moon crosses the night sky
a pale orb full of jobs
with tides to affect and places to be
ever toting its borrowed light.

  posted by TS @ 07:50  
 

 
Dog & Pony Shows

Whenever we come home we always find our dog waiting for us and always with at least one of his toys in his mouth. We judge his enthusiasm for our return by how many stuffed animals he has. We occasionally get "two shows" and on exceptionally rare occasions "three shows". We've also taught our 118-lb animal to do a few basic tricks such as shaking hands and giving us a high-five. 

There's nothing more exciting than pleasing God and that excitement is most palpable when it happens in matters where heretofore He hasn’t seen much obedience. But the trick is to never tire of showing God the same "toy", or showing him the same ol’ "trick". Our dog never tires of shaking hands. And that we’ve learned to obey in one matter doesn’t mean that obedience there can then be discarded after doing it once or thrice or a million times.

  posted by TS @ 07:22  
 

 
Get 'er Done

Government funded studies show that blogs with catch phrases receive fifty percent more hits. Studies also show that when every living American has said "Get 'er done" twice, then that phrase will fade from the nation's parlance.

So I'm just doin' my part to get 'er done!

  posted by TS @ 23:07  
June 19, 2005 

 
Sowell's Latest

Been reading Thomas Sowell’s Black Rednecks with the proverbial mixed emotions. My sepia-tinged sainted Irish forbears, or at least the Scot-Irish (which is presumably close enough for guvmint work), don't come off too good. Lazy, ill-educated, mean-spirited, and prideful. Not exactly paragons of virtue. His thesis is that the reason blacks have had trouble assimilating is because they were influenced by southern whites who were influenced in turn by their Ulster & Scottish forbears. Which is to say, very sensitive to insult, very concerned about their reputation and thinking little of education. 

The persistence of culture is something often underrated; David Hackett Fischer's "Albion's Seed" was a real eye-opener for me. New England was founded by East Anglians while the South was founded by the Scots, the Welsh, the Scot-Irish, and they were as different as night is to day, perhaps because the former didn’t have to fight the British for eight centuries, which might make you much more of a fighting, take-no-crap fatalistic culture. Sowell, who is black, points out the similarities between Southerns of the 19th century for whom honor meant everything and urban blacks who now will also kill over an insult. So I guess Clinton was closer to being the first black president than we thought.

  posted by TS @ 17:20  
 

 
"Same As It Ever Was"
    - from "Once in a Lifetime" by the Talking Heads 

I was a groomsman at my brother-in-law's wedding yesterday and it was quite an event (as one could expect from a groom with such a theatrical bent). The ceremony was emotionally uplifting, as weddings usually are, and they'd done some spade work for the reception. The wedding party was introduced not just with names but with mild "roasts", toddling out individually to a hand-picked song. The song they chose for me was the Beatles "Paperback Writer". (Ironically, later I would meet a real writer, whose girlfriend was a bridesmaid.)

But the intended reason for this entry is what happened before the wedding. It was 3:55, just thirty-five minutes before the wedding began, and I was wandering around this Lutheran church when I came across the empty pastor's office. And there were books inside. Lots of them. And it drew me like a flame and so I was in there all of twenty seconds before the pastor came in, looking surprised to see me.

I immediately explained that I love books, especially theology books, hoping that was adequate justification to a fellow bibliophile for such a brazen trespass. And I explained how I'd overheard him talking to my daughter-in-law at the rehearsal dinner about a book he strongly recommended. 

He was the type who really likes to talk, so we talked about his current read that explains why Pilate was so quick to execute an innocent man despite the reputation Roman law had for being thorough and fair. And then we talked about why the Jewish high priests and scribes didn't see Jesus as the Messiah. And then out o' the blue - an apparent nonsequitor to my ear - I hear something about Jesus having brothers. I didn't respond (he didn't know I was Catholic) but then he mentioned it a second time and I said, "well, the word could also mean cousins". 

I think y'all can predict the rest. 

It was all very friendly, which was cool. It helped that I felt like I had the weak side of the argument and so wasn't the least bit annoyed at him. It's when I feel I have the strong side of an argument that I get annoyed. Still have to work on that. (Fortunately he wasn't too much annoyed at me.) 

I brought up Jesus giving Mary to John and not his brothers and he says that Jesus couldn't trust his brothers since they thought He was insane. I said that might be true but did that mean they wouldn't care for their mother? And he said I was extrapolating my own beliefs on the text and it was all very friendly. He said why on earth would Mary & Joseph not had other children and I said that vows between married people not to have sex were not unheard of at that time, when there was great expectation of a messiah. Plus John the Baptist was an Essene and they were into virginity. 

Basically it's not an argument much worth having, which he tacitly admitted when he said that he thinks Roman Catholics and the Orthodox are surely wrong for believing in the perpetual virginity of Mary but that if he gets to Heaven and finds out he's wrong he won't mind being wrong one bit and that he expects I wouldn't either. 

There's something humorous about having an argument that might've happened at least three hundred years ago. (I would say 500 years ago but I think Martin Luther was pretty orthodox concerning Marian beliefs.) It had a theatre-of-the-absurd aspect to it as if this pastor and I were acting in parts of a play that have been continually re-acted with almost the same words for hundreds of years. Same as it ever was. The thing I regret is not having read Tom of Disputations's recent post& once gigantic thread on the topic...

  posted by TS @ 17:09  
June 18, 2005 

 
Non-Sequitor Communication

Chris Matthews was positively giddy on IMUS tdoay. "See I told you", he said, "the Schiavo autopsy proved it was all a huge publicity stunt on the part of Republicans".

Say what Willis? 

Who in the world didn't think Terri was brain-damaged? I thought the issue hinged on whether a life is worthless if it's not productive, and whether we have the authority to take another's life. Not whether it was reversible. From Not Dead Yet after the autopsy: 
The autopsy also documented significant brain atrophy, and the medical panel called the damage "irreversible." 

This is not the same as saying she had no cognitive ability. 

"It's always seemed to us that PVS isn't really a diagnosis; it's a value judgment masquerading as a diagnosis," said Stephen Drake, research analyst for Not Dead Yet, a national disability rights group that filed three amicus briefs in the case. "When it comes to the hard science, no qualified pathologist went on the record saying she couldn't think or couldn't experience her own death through dehydration."... 

"The core issues remain the same. Protection of the life and dignity of people under guardianship, and a high standard of proof in removing food and water from a person who can not express their own wishes."

  posted by TS @ 09:25  
June 17, 2005 

 
Protests Form Outside Steven Riddle's Blog

    

  posted by TS @ 08:07  
 

 
Let Us Now Praise Famous Ethnic Groups

At the risk of sounding like Miss Mortimer...

Went to the rehearsal dinner for my brother-in-law's impending wedding. He's marrying into an old-fashioned Irish Catlick family from Illinois, all U of I grads and according to my brother in law, 'all witty and charming --if you think our family is funny you should hear them around the dinner table' he said. Telling stories and being charming are two Irish characteristics that have evaded me, though I suppose I can drink like an Irishman. The family has those large Tip O'Neillian noses and I feel a bit of nose envy since my nose is much more pedestrian. The patriarch told a joke at the dinner and we laughed uproariously, though I wondered if we did more for the excellent quality of the joke-telling than the quality of the joke. 

The Lutheran minister who will be officiating was earnest and animated, somehow managing to be both intense and laid back. Eventually I realize who he reminds me of-- the wonderful German family I grew up next to in Cincy. I suspect he comes by his Lutheranism honestly. So while enganging in stereotypes, I may as well extend it to religious denominations. I think of Luther & Lutherans with great sympathy; while Calvin was a healthy individual hobnobbing atop his anti-clerical hobbyhorse and King Henry was interested in gaining progeny, Luther was looking for relief from scrupulosity. He wielded a wrecking ball too but seems less culpable, as if backed into a corner until forced to say "here I stand, I can do no other." If he denied free will, he wasn't too far from Augustine, who had to do so to combat the Pelegian heresy.

  posted by TS @ 07:13  
 

 
Free Steven Riddle!

I was tempted to put this blog on hiatus until Mr. Riddle*, who has been crushed by work, begins blogging again. But then I concluded that if I did so the terrorists will have won. Or something like that. 

Most of 2001 was a nightmare, work-wise, for me. That was when we tried to do the impossible and largely succeeded due to the preternatural drive, intelligence and skinflintedness of Ham o' Bone. (We are exempts but were paid for overtime for that seemingly crucial project. While this proposition was not attractive to either myself or the other team member (valuing time more than money), it drew Ham like odd people are drawn to Michael Jackson.) I recall that project with horror, a time when even my dreams were filled with work thoughts and approaching deadlines. So Steven has my sympathy and prayers.

* * * 

During the work week my thoughts typically go unfertilized by deep reading or Guinness and so they begin to fray and shallow. You say: "well, why blog if you don't have anything to say?" and I say "see my blog title". :-) So in lieu of profundity I'll pass along a link a friend passed along which told me I have a "birth tree":
Your birth tree is

Fig Tree, the Sensibility
Very strong, a bit self-willed, independent, does not allow contradiction or arguments, loves life, its family, children and animals, a bit of a butterfly, good sense of humour, likes idleness and laziness, of practical talent and intelligence.
Looking at this a bit more closely....

"Very strong, a bit self-willed, independent..."
Aren't all Americans a bit self-willed and independent? It's part of our cultural legacy. (See Emerson.)

"Does not allow contradiction or arguments"
I would argue with this. Am I not contradicting this birth tree nonsense?

"Loves life, its family, children and animals"
Well only Andy Rooney & Bill Mahrer don't love family, children and animals. So there's a real limb.

"A bit of a butterfly, good sense of humor"
I'm half German, and Germans aren't known for their "butterflyness" or their sense of humor, so if true I credit my Oirish side. Anyway everybody thinks they have a good sense of humor.

"Likes idleness and laziness"
Surely this applies to at least 90% of people who would actually take the time to read about their "birth tree" for heaven's sake.

"Of practical talent and intelligence"
I'm practically flattered.
______

* - and Bill Luse as well.

  posted by TS @ 09:40  
June 16, 2005 

 
Didn't Take...

..any pictures at the beach this time, but here are a couple found via the miracle of the internet:





One investing "no-brainer" is beach front property since, as the cliche goes, they're not making any more. Of course buying property would be way too expensive but since there are real estate investment mutual funds, why not coastal property mutual funds? If it were properly diversified (in order to avoid hurricane & storm problems) it'd surely have almost no risk while promising fantastic longterm returns.

UPDATE: I may be a little late to the party. But I like how back in March that analyst singled out Archstone Com Trust as a bad buy. It's since appreciated 10%. Weathermen are right more often than stock analysts.

  posted by TS @ 11:43  
June 15, 2005 

 
    Spanning the Globe To Bring You The Constant Variety Of Posts

Like many of you, I affect a high-minded disdain for such things, but for all that I could not turn away from the spectacle. And, to be honest, I’m glad I didn’t. First, there was the young lady in a halter top with a sign reading 'Poland Loves Michael’ – that was almost worth the whole thing right there. Then, I got to see a mindlessly jubilant middle-aged blonde woman awkwardly release a white dove into the air. Sublime lunacy – in the end, that’s what Jacko’s all about. 

- Thomas of 'Endlessly Rocking'

None. Why? Because "blog" covers a number of different formats. To criticize blogs for being free from traditional journalistic standards, for example, doesn't wash because most blogs aren't attempts to do journalism – they're opinion.

- Amy Welborn, on Ignatius Insight, answering the question "what are the problems with blogs?"

God bless anybody who happens to wander in! BTW, I'm doing OK in my wild-n-wacky little ecumenical world. Thank God for Francis de Sales and his uber-useful Introduction to the Devout Life. He's helped me weather attitudinal storms and harsh judgments, plus given sensible guidelines for avoiding scrupulosity and unnecessary guilt. 

- Kathy the Carmelite, posting after a loooonnnng absence

I find it extremely annoying that (a) I loathe astrology and (b) I fit the Taurus personality almost exactly.) 

- Bob of "Trousered Ape"

A Google search for "baby laughing in his sleep" yielded no results. I thought there should be at least one. 

- explanation of blog title "Baby laughing in his sleep" at notgoodwithnames.typepad.com

In the ongoing dispute over whether burying a statue of St. Joseph is categorically superstitious, a few people have suggested rules for how to tell the difference between a superstitious act and a non-superstitious one. I don't know that I have a general rule that applies in all cases, but I do have an idea for a heuristic in the present controversy: if the person performing the act views it as a devotional act pleasing to the saint, intended as a concrete act of devotion in conjunction with asking for the saint's intercession, it is not superstitious. If the person performing the act views it as something that compels the saint to grant a wish like a genie summoned from a bottle, it is superstitious. 

- Zippy of Zippy Catholic

On the flight to Atlanta, the safety briefing says federal regulations prohibit "conjugating" in the aisles. 

- Terrence Berres of "The Provinical Emails"

What on earth is left for the groom to do? 

- St. Augustine in "The City of God", mocking the pagan Roman marriage ceremony, which invoked one god for this and one god for that including the "god of erection" and "god of penetration"

The saints are like the stars. In his providence Christ conceals them in a hidden place that they may not shine before others when they might wish to do so. Yet they are always ready to exchange the quiet of contemplation for the works of mercy as soon as they perceive in their heart the invitation of Christ. 

-- St. Anthony de Padua

For as Christ's sufferings overflow through us, so through Christ does overflow encouragment. 

- St. Paul, 2 Cor 1:7

A life that is full of such extremes is emblematised perfectly in the popular image of him holding the Child Jesus. In St. Anthony, great learning met meekness, nobility met poverty, orthodoxy met charity, and miracles met faith: in the miraculous apparition of the Child Jesus, Heaven met earth. Of course, as any Catholic can tell you, Heaven meets earth everyday, in every Mass and every Communion; but not everyone receives such a confirmation of their faith in Christ. Sancti Antonii, ora pro nobis. 

- Enbrethiel of Sancta Sanctis

  posted by TS @ 09:20  
 

 
All Time Favorite Baseball Cards (all cards are TOPPS unless otherwise designated)

 1) 1961 Mickey Mantle
 2) 1972 Pete Rose 
 3) 1971 Roberto Clemente
 4) 1971 Johnny Bench
 5) 1972 Willie Stargel
 6) 1961 Whitey Ford
 7) 1972 Frank Robinson
 8) 1954 Ted Williams (Bowman)
 9) 1971 Hank Aaron
10) 1971 Nolan Ryan

  posted by TS @ 09:09  
 

 
Without a blue dress...

What's fascinating is where to draw that reasonable doubt line. With the Jackson case - after watching more television drivel tonight - I guess I have to agree that it's a close call. But let's look at what is uncontested:

1) boy slept with Jackson in Jackson's bed
2) the fingerprints of both Jackson and the victim are on a homosexual porn magazine in Jackson's bedroom

With number 2, you can no longer assume that Jackson is an ingenue. It shows he's not asexual nor a misunderstood Peter Pan. He has the adult drives. And he has accusers. Is Michael Jackson like Ghandi, who slept with naked women in order to train himself in greater self-control? Now that's doubtful.

  posted by TS @ 09:01  
 

 
A June Kind of Day

How sweet to come home on an ordinary Tuesday night, still whipped from yesterday's 3.5 mile run and from vacation’s excesses, and to linger in the lingering sun, an equinoxical treat where even the seven o'clock sun is for real, here to lay and let the body cells remember Hilton Head Island almost as if I were there again.

I soak in the preternatural beauty of the maples. They stand on pedestals as the age, their roots so voluminous that they inadvertently create a platform. How cool is that? "Only God could make a tree" and truer words were never spoke. It’s hard to think of anything natural more strikingly beautiful. The interplay of striving branch and green accompaniment is like a symphony. It reminds me of the old oaks and beech at Miami University, where the trees shade scholars as they move inexorably to graduation.

Saw yesterday the first lightning bug, the nightly lanterns that signal the true beginning of summer. They alight as they will, or light as the Spirit wills, and it's poignant to see them again as if they were old friends revisiting from long ago. I marvel at how orderly their arrival; every year within a few days, always this, a week or two into sweet June.

  posted by TS @ 19:35  
June 14, 2005 

 
But What Would John McCain Do Without His Mission?

...might I humbly suggest saving unborn children? From NY Times, Q & A from Stephen Dubner and Steven D. Levitt, authors of "Freakonomics": 
Q. 10. Based on your observations of human nature and the actions and reactions in which we engage, do you believe that there is a way to end the pernicious influence of "Big Money" in our political campaigns — or is this a feature of democracy that will always be with us?
— Alexander Clemens, San Francisco

A. To be honest, we do not think Big Money is as pernicious as others do. In "Freakonomics," we show how campaign spending does not affect elections nearly as much as most people think. And there is not that much evidence that politicians vote differently as a result of donations (many donations go to politicians who are already sympathetic to Big Money's causes). Our hunch is that Big Money already knows that money doesn't matter that much in politics. Why do we say that? Because there are relatively low limits on how much Political Action Committees can contribute to campaigns, yet hardly any PAC's max out on these limits. Relative to the government budget, campaign spending is tiny. We believe that Big Money has figured out they don't get a very good return on contributions, so they don't give that much.

  posted by TS @ 16:14  
 

 


  posted by TS @ 15:07  
 

 
Random Thoughts

Discouragement is part of that wide road that Jesus mentions in the gospel. There’s nothing easier than discouragement given the daily news and our personal experience. But "discouragement is not from God" said St. Ignatius of Loyola. And if we see the seemingly routine nature in which God lovingly forgives we will want to do no less. The wonder of the sacrament is its generosity and ubiquity, like the farmer sowing costly seed everywhere, not just on soil that looks to be a "good risk" but everywhere, willy-nilly, on paths here and there and everywhere...

  posted by TS @ 13:32  
 

 
Ham's Grand Adventure

For those following the saga of Ham of Bone (i.e. KTC & Bill Luse), he's pursuing his dream!

A local director and producer of commercials read his screenplay and liked it and they are going to produce a couple seven-minute segments of the Cheapskate to pitch to Rich GuysTM in a bid to have the whole thing financed.

Ham has landed professional actors, thus saving the film from utter ruin by having myself and him in lead roles.

  posted by TS @ 09:01  
 

 
MJ & "The Situation"
     ...or breaking my pledge that this blog be Michael Jackson-free

Well, to paraphrase Baretta, don't do the crime if you aren't a celebrity. But is it the great lawyer you can hire or is it your fame? Scott Peterson got a great lawyer but wasn't famous and was convicted. With Martha Stewart it went the other way, although I think that just proves that juries will punish hubris. Celebrity trumps non-celebrity but snobbishness trumps all. And Michael Jackson, O.J. and Blake came off as sufficiently humble during their trials. It helps if you can act; both Simpson & Blake know how to woo an audience. 

I'm wondering if part of the reason for the acquitals is disbelief that someone we "invite into our homes" could do such heinous things. Connecting this to the abuse scandal, I remember hearing that some parishes were actually upset that their abusing priest was not allowed to continue in his ministry. A priest can be a sort of quasi-celebrity figure in a congregation and perhaps either there was disbelief that he was an abuser or a desire to instantly forget what he did even to the ludicrous point of putting young children in harm's way. It's all quite a head-shaker. With the Jackson case, you had two brothers testifying (whom the jury presumably believed were lying), and you had the unchallenged evidence of Jackson & the boy's prints on the same porn mag. 'Twould seem an uphill battle for the defense, at least if your name was Roger Smith. 

But my hunch is that most of these celeb trials are won or lost in jury selection and experts handpick the jury they want. They know body language and can read us like a book. When you combine that with the fact that we are like sheep, easily led by an charismatic lawyer, than you see how the cards favor the defendant in celebrity trials.

  posted by TS @ 22:10  
June 13, 2005 

 
News You Can't Use has been updated...

  posted by TS @ 22:07  
 

 
The Year of the Eucharist

“The Word Among Us” this month has a good reflection concerning the Eucharist: 
When Jesus said, “this is my blood that has been poured out for the forgiveness of sins,” it is certain that this blood offering contained an element of protection. Back in Egypt, when God had Moses prepare for the angel of death, he told him to have the people take some of the blood from their Passover sacrifice and put it “on the two doorposts and the lintel” of their homes. “When I see the blood,” God promised, “I will pass over you, and no plague shall destroy you” (Exodus 12:7,13)...These essays would be incomplete unless we ask the question, “Given all that the Eucharist does for us, and all that is ours in the new covenant, why is the church in the state it is in?” Why is there so much division? Why is there so much selfishness and disobedience? Why is there so much complacency? 

While the answers to these questions are long and complex, one thing is clear: Unity in the church is integrally linked with an ever deepening appreciation of the Eucharist...Communion heightens communion. 

  posted by TS @ 15:41  
 

 
The Old Law & the New

It must be evidence of some personal flaw that I like Andrew Greeley's non-fiction so much. Even when he aggravates & grates (Exhibit A: in his 1970 The Jesus Myth he eschews distinctions between mortal and venial sins while in his '99 book Futhermore! he says that voting for Bush might be a mortal sin. So it would seem the categories are still useful when it comes to politics if not fornication.) But the guy can write and The Jesus Myth is strewn with interesting observations that will annoy just about everybody (which makes them seem more truthful). An example:
...Joachim Jermias notes that there have been two misunderstandings of the ethics enunciated in the [Sermon on the Mount]. I will call one misunderstanding "Catholic" and the other "Protestant". The Catholic misunderstanding is to see the ethical ideal laid down by the Sermon as a counsel of moral perfection rather than a strict moral imperative. Those who wish to or are able to are strongly encouraged to live by the Sermon on the Mount, but it is not expected of all men. 

According to the Protestant aberration, the Sermon is indeed a description of a strict moral imperitative, but one which man cannot possibly respond to. Therefore, when faced with both the imperative and his own weakness, man has no choice but to throw himself to the mercy of God and plead for forgiveness for his inadequacy. 

Both interpretations assume that Jesus is in fact laying down an ethical code, more noble indeed than that of the Pharisees, but fundamentally a code demanding maximum effort to see that each of the regulations is honored. But, as Jeremias observes, if we look at the life described in the Sermon on the Mount in its proper context, it does not represent an ethical code at all. It is a description of eschatological reality. The "hunger" and "thirst" are not physical; they are a yearning for God's kingdom. The "mourning" is not for earthly suffering but for the fact that the kingdom has not yet been fulfilled completely. So the Sermon on the Mount is a description of how those who positively respond to the invitation of the kingdom will be able to live...The Sermon on the Mount does not present a moral or ethical code that must be adopted...it is rather the way those who have decisively chosen for the kingdom will in fact behave.
The more reliable Cardinal Ratzinger, in his excellent Many Religions - One Covenant: Israel, the Church and the World, says that "Where the conflict between Jesus and the Judaism of his time is presented in a superficial, polemical way, a concept of liberation is derived that can understand the Torah only as a slavery to external rites and observances." He goes on to quote the catechism, which defends the Pharisees:
This principle of integral observance of the Law not only in letter but in spirit was dear to the Pharisees. By giving Israel this principle they had led many Jews of Jesus' time to an extreme religious zeal. This zeal, were it not to lapse into "hypocritical" casuistry, could only prepare the People for the unprecedented intervention of God through the perfect fulfillment of the Law by the only Righteous One in place of all sinners. 
And later: 
The Lord's Sermon on the Mount, far from abolishing or devaluing the moral prescriptions of the Old Law, releases their hidden potential and has new demands arise from them: it reveals their entire divine and human truth. It does not add new external precepts, but proceeds to reform the heart, the root of human acts, where man chooses between the pure and the impure, where faith, hope, and charity are formed and with them the other virtues. The Gospel thus brings the Law to its fullness through imitation of the perfection of the heavenly Father, through forgiveness of enemies and prayer for persecutors, in emulation of the divine generosity.

  posted by TS @ 09:27  
 

 
Benson

The great convert & writer R.H. Benson wrote something that makes sense given that the problem of depression seems more prevalent these days (although I'm thinking a lot of that is environmental factors - an agricultural society is somewhat protective; melancholy has always a problem for sedentary scholar types). Anyway, Benson wrote something that might be applicable to some: 
"I would say that 'subjective prayer' and self-reproach, and dwelling on one's temporal and spiritual difficulties, is not good at times [of depression]; but that objective prayer, e.g. intercessions, adoration, and thanksgiving for the Mysteries of Grace, is the right treatment for one's soul." 

  posted by TS @ 22:24  
June 12, 2005 

 
GOTQ

Naomi Riley in “God on the Quad” says that what divides Catholics is not the liturgy or view of matters sexual but their take on ecumenism. An example is whether to avoid prostelyzing Jews –liberals are comfortable with that while conservatives would ask why prohibit Jews from the truth? I wonder if the true divide – caution you are entering a Bias Zone – is more that conservatives see the church as their parent (i.e. Mother Kirche). Conservatives accept Church rules just as we accepted our mother's rules because we believed her when she said it was for our own good. We brushed our teeth as children trusting that the temporary boredom of the action promised some future unseen good. But I have trouble remembering the last time a progressive wanted the Church to do something that was for some spiritual good that wasn't attached to some obvious temporal benefit. Not that I've given much thought. Remember, you entered a Bias Zone. 

“God in the Quad” is a very interesting read. She mentions how not all students at Thomas Aquinas College are Catholics but that “many will (convert) after they read Augustine’s “City of God” their sophomore year.” Alas, another classic book I haven’t read. (Jeff Culbreath wants to read it too. I will if you do? Can I get a witness?) She says the great debate at Thomas Aquinas College is Plato vs. Aristotle. Since Augustine used Plato and Aquinas used Aristotle, is this the source of the of the Augustine/Thomist divide (happily, an unthreatening divide) in the Church? Knowing little of Augustine and Thomas and less of Plato and Aristotle, I’m wondering how the Augustinianian/Thomist debate manifests itself “one layer up”, i.e. when you get to my undereducated level.

  posted by TS @ 20:35  
June 11, 2005 

 
Hilton Head Trip Log

I was on an hour hike, a break on the way to Hilton Head S.C., in the North Carolina mountains when I realized it had been too long. There was the ache of my forgetfulness of the Great Smokies, the trails flooded with rhododendron and glistening with washed moss, the ferns, the conifers, the mountain streams with hue’d rocks. It triggered a contemplative episode years ago when on a five hour hike I’d sat on a rock in a creek stream with the Beatles song running through my mind:

Sit beside a mountain stream
Watch her waters rise!
Listen to the pretty sound of music
as she flies.

The air was drunk on moonshine and superoxygenated by a trillion photosynthesizing leaves. It led to a sense of awe but awww there’s the rub: "sense" of awe. Awe by senses. Awe for things you can’t see is of more value. But nature is in her glory here and the slow arching hawks seem to mock men who would deny the goodness of creation. 

Hiking the hills not far from the Virginia border reminds me of the 19th century and of Virgina’s Civil War battlefields. I long to see the battlefields again. I remember how the pastor at my parent's church went to Gettysburg five or six consecutive years, each time spending a week there. People can be interesting. I would’ve thought that might be just a tad of overkill. And one might get the impression this pastor, with such reverence for history and patriotic impulse would be a traditionalist in matters religious. But instead he's happy to plant doubts about where Jesus was born (not big on Bethlehem) and he once called Mother Angelica "an eccentric old nun who’s trying to pretend Vatican II didn't happen." People can be hard to predict.

I came across a restored homestead originally built in the 1850s. The cabin and farm are complete with information posts with pictures of the settlers, the Hutchinson's, and they look so alien in their dress and manner. They squint with those hard 19th century faces, so blank and devoid of expression. On the drive there I passed a Baptist church with a sign that said "This church rated PG: pure gospel". Cute. Corny, down here where they "drink the corn from a jar" (although presumably not the good Baptists). I can’t help thinking how times have changed. These hardscrabble pioneers who drank the doctrine of that hard Calvinistic whiskey are the spiritual fathers of those who put up corny signs. 

Driving to Stone Mountain State Park I get a vertiginous view of a green mountain with a house on the top and it looked like Heaven: distant but possible. And within these mountain walls I can see how residents might have a greater sense of place. Their land is marked not by an arbitrary boundary like the farmer's in Iowa, but by the personal green castle walls of their holler. So when the Civil War came, even while not having much slavery to protect, they might've felt the threat of Northern will more keenly? Stone Mountain is aptly named. It’s like one of the stones from a stream got misplaced while at the same time getting magnified a million times. A big billiard ball of gray stone, it was a wonderously large and yet...and yet like a grass blade to an ant, big only to us. 
_

I-95 in South Carolina is the cruelest highway. The scenery is relentless and ever the same, the highway flanked by seemingly identical pines of identical heights. And so it goes for fifty, sixty, ninety miles. It’s like in cartoons or old Westerns where they show the same repeating background. The smaller “blue highways” that William Least Heat Moon wrote of are so much more interesting. In just the few miles we drove to escape a backup on I-95 we saw a house with a six-foot Marine Corp rug hanging upright and on the other side was the same-sized Confederate flag. Just stuck in the middle of their front yard as if it grew there. 
_

“And suddenly you’re in a different place,
Where everything seems to happen in waves” 

– Elizabeth Bishop, from poem “Letter to NY”

I’ve discovered it's not easy to be leisurely in advance. Even knowing that loads of time stretch out before me I seem unable to proactively tap into that future lack of hyper. In the pell-mell rush to the beach, I carry gargantuan quantities of stuff and smash my foot with the cooler. As the song goes, "we’ll get there fast and then we’ll take it slow." I recommend getting there slow so that you’ll be ready to take it slow when you get there. 

And pick your location carefully. Finding a good spot is akin to curing cancer – possible, but unlikely. I try to avoid those playing music since it’s inevitably bad music. Only in Heaven do you hear the Chieftains. I also try to avoid immodestly dressed women, which is like trying to avoid Italians at an Italian festival. There's more butt exposed here than at a plumber's convention. Observational prowess is no virtue here in the Island of the Nearly Unclothed Female, and I’m hoping that the propulsive nature of words will serve as a subliminative. I do my part for beach beautification and the prevention of salacious thoughts by eschewing Speedos and thongs. I give and I give. 

Today we experienced that rarest of birds: the man who can’t stop talking to his wife. He’s in his late 50s and via the miracle of a walkman "I know nothing" (say like Klink.) But my wife unavoidedly hears his opinions on everything from anti-depressants (a waste, no one should take them) to the European Constitution (not really). Bloviators are uncommon on the beach (pot, kettle, I know), but when it turned out that it wasn't his wife he was talking to I felt oddly relieved, for no man talks to his wife that much. Which is fortunate for wives everywhere.
_

Like Mexican cliff divers
pelicans plummet,
reminding me of Tennyson’s line
“And like a thunderbolt he falls”.
_

There’s a map of Europe on my chest etched in scarlet from missed splotches of sunscreen. Sicily hurts. It already seems a long time since we arrived and I noted Applebaum’s "Gulag" in the time share; I was surprised someone left such an expensive and unlikely beach read there. I usually end up leaving the beach in far better physical shape than when I arrive. Beach bling (skin is bling to the male eye) makes me restless so instead of reading I run, bike and swim. Every day a triathlon. Philosopher/runner/writer George Sheehan once wrote that racing is the love-making of running, so while out for a jog I spied a bunch of folks lining up for a race and I found that irresistible so I lined up myself, about ten yards away. It’s a sprint to the surf, about a hundred meters, and the six and seven year olds all wear expressions of great seriousness. At the finish line is the day care worker or teacher and we’re off! Those kids really have a good first step and I find myself lagging early. Teach gives me a wide grin as I hit the water. 

My two o’clock rule (before which I’ll drink no ale) feels arbitrary and wicked here under the blazing beachball sun. My IQ falls twenty points under this gladsome sun tide; I was reading “God in the Quad”, hardly “War & Peace”, but after going outside it feels near burdensome. I sift “Treasure Island” and “Sanibel Flats” to the top of my book bag. 

My wife moves the cooler to use as a foot stool. I’m genuinely impressed. I say, “all the time I’ve been down here and I didn’t think of that!”

“Babe, I’m an expert relaxer,” she coolly replies.

But I should never mistake this for retirement. Three beers and a beach in front of me. Nay, retirement is probably shuffleboard and dyspepsia. I’m reading “Early Bird”, the account of a 28-year old joke-writer for David Letterman who burned out on his job and went to live in a Florida retirement community. The book vaguely depresses me, for reasons I can quite put my finger on. And yet it is extremely absorbing and witty and humorous. But the depiction of the community sounds so frivolous and superficial. Both too much seriousity and too much frivolity wear. Balance, where art thou? 

The people who live there are depicted one-dimensionally. They gossip and talk about their health problems. There’s no mention of the spiritual. It reminds me of spring break for college kids – there seemed to be no there there. No family, no cooking (the film Babette’s Feast makes cooking seem sort of holy, but at the very least there is something indicative of “roots”), no religion. 

Those who age best, it seems, are those professors who still love learning and still enthuse over Romantic poetry. Or retired symphony conductors who lead a small town band for free. Or St. Vincent de Paul members who give out bread and go to daily Mass. Or priests, whose power to consecrate remains undiminished. 

Later, I’m sitting in a chair that the ocean is slowly reclaiming. The guy next to me is fishing and reels something in. It’s a small fish, small enough that I might’ve confused it for bait. He turns towards me and I give him a look of sympathy, as if to say, "aw that’s too bad." But he’s proud, nay, he’s exultant. He’d turned towards me not for sympathy but congratulations. 
_

Buy mass market paperbacks 
for the scent alone;
where memories of Weekly Reader
mix with coffee and scone.
_

The island soil is black and crumbly, richly allusive of all that went into the making of it. The dank smell of decomposition is present in the moist green interior, all things fermenting, just as thousands of grapes make up a wine. One state to the north, up in the mountains, there are patches of soil the color of lamb’s blood, little splotches of farm-ploughed hillock. The only thing in nature that seems unnaturally straight is the ocean’s unblinking horizon. 

I wonder: do artists have a completely different painting experience when painting nudes compared to flowers and landscapes? Is one a different aesthetic experience? Are they like the Scripture scholars who toil over minutiae without fever for the Lover it describes? Do they paint nudes and landscapes for similar or different reasons or does that depend on the painter? 

The picture of the island I’d most like to take but have never gotten around tp it would be the newspaper stand where the stairs from the time-shares end and the parking lot begins. There the expectation of pleasure is intense, the unseen ocean just beyond, the sun streaming triumphantly from the gloom of the dark stairs: 

Brine-blud
son of an Englishmun
blind, gum’
here in the summer sun,
bliss this
plenteous shall miss.

Hie thee blood,
to the wave’s rud!
Rhythm thee,
to the break of the sea!
The sail, lo’
hail, so
hear the whale blow!
_

WWSHD?

Went to Mass and saw Scott Hahn and family. They obviously go down the same week we do every year since this is probably the fourth time I’ve seen him there. I know I wouldn’t want to preach a homily with Scott in the audience if I were the priest! But the padre makes the point in the homily that St. Matthew would probably have not volunteered for martyrdom, as he eventually did, when he was first called by Christ. This was said to illustrate the need for ongoing conversion and how it’s a process, not an event. To “look ahead” and wonder if we are ready for some huge task like being tortured or killed for Christ is probably not a good idea; better to just take whatever challenge comes to us. Dickens, in “Bleak House”, has an ingénue say, “I thought it best to be as useful as I could, and to render what kind services I could to those immediately about me, and to try to let that circle of duty gradually and naturally expand itself.”

Saw statue of Mary at Holy Family Church with exposed heart, red and large. It’s slightly distracting but then I consider: what more handy symbol of our Mother’s love? Her claim to fame is not the white with which she is robed or her veil, but her maternal heart, her love for God and us. 
_

Grim is the last day
when clouds fall
a scatter of drops
“this is what it sounds 
like when doves cry”. 

The problem with Hilton Head is it becomes improbably beautiful in inverse proportion to how much time remains. Am I more given to reverie because I’m finally relaxed, or because it’s the last day? Meanwhile, the water appears the color of envy, washed white by foam clouds...

  posted by TS @ 19:40  
 

 
Various

Overheard our secretary say..."Short weeks are always the longest." So true and yet so counterintuitive.

In news that will be minutiae to everyone but me, one of the Dominicans (Fr. Tancrell) at St. Patrick's downtown is leaving. He said Mass with such beautiful reverence though mostly he was the confessor (lines are long even on weekdays there!). It'll be sad to see him go. I googled his name and saw that he responded once to Diogenes. Small world. How beautifully he wrote: "The Blood of Jesus spilled in the fire of charity exceeds our deepest concept of power and remedy."

  posted by TS @ 07:28  
June 3, 2005 

 
Good Advice from an Irish Grandmother.. 

...to her grandson before he travels Ireland on a donkey. From Kevin O'Hara's Last of the Donkey Pilgrims:
"Days are lengthening now, but when they grow short, you'll need to seek your byre early. Before knocking don't be afraid to say a decade of the Rosary. There's great power in prayer, and the `Hail Mary' will ease your countenance and give you the look of trust at any door." 

"Amen, Grannie."

"And always do your best to attend Mass on Sunday. There's a wealth of grace in the sacrament of the Eucharist. Imagine, you'll partake the Holy Bread in churches all about the country. Do you know, I've heard Mass in sixty-two different churches during my time?"

"Sixty-two!" I was truly astonished. "You've kept track?"

"Why do you find that so strange? I read in the Irish Press how a Dubliner boasted of having a drink in all of Dublin's seven hundred forty-three pubs? Wouldn't he have been better off going to seven hundred forty-three different churches?" 

"I suppose so," I conceded, though I knew which feat I was more likely to accomplish.

  posted by TS @ 19:36  
June 2, 2005 

 
Brad Paisley

...is one of my favorite country artists. From his pro-life song to his fishing song to his latest on alcohol, he can knock 'em out:
And since the day I left Milwaukee
Lynchburg, Bordeaux, France
Been makin' the bars
Lots of big money
And helpin' white people dance...
Alcohol

  posted by TS @ 19:12  
 

 
Quote

On why the British left seems willing to make common cause with hardline Islam:
We must always remember the Western radical intellectual’s wish to identify with the world’s rising and most frightening power. Coleridge spoke of Napoleon’s British admirers possessing a ‘prostration of the soul’. But British Napoleonists differed from British Stalinists, and were similar to today’s Muslamists in one respect. They did not want the foreign power to rule Britain. Byron said that Napoleon was his hero ‘on the Continent; I don’t want him here’. Those feminist columnists and academics — proclaiming Islam’s great past — do not want to have to go veiled in their native Camden Town or Islington. Their game is to use Islam to demoralise Western bourgeois life.

--Frank Johnson in the London Spectator

  posted by TS @ 13:48  
 

 
Serving My Customers

You might recall my adventures in the company cafeteria. Well today I went down for food and when it was my turn I said to the cafeteria worker, "roast beef". 

He looks up, recognizes me, smiles broadly and says, "hey you have to say the whole thing!".

But this time the menu just said roast beef. Not "Roast Beef Medallions garnished with parsley and stewed with fried okra". And I was tired and couldn't think of an embellishment. So I said, "well I thought that joke might be getting old."

"No, it makes my day!"

I melted. I have a mission.

  posted by TS @ 12:53  
 

 
Guide to Liturgies

I like Tom's colorful graphs but don't feel confident enough in my gif-making skills to create my own. So I thought I'd borrow his even though it doesn't really fit. But it is easy on the eyes. And if you can't borrow from a fellow St. Blogger then who can you?

  Liturgies 
 Color State 
 Reverent  
 Less than reverent 
 Tridentine 
 Novus Ordo 
 Byzantine Catholic /Orthodox 
 (not used) 
 
Some 'splanation is in order. The pastor at the Byzantine Catholic church I attend often mentions that "we are a Resurrection People" (a subtle distancing from the Roman rite's emphasis on the cross even though this Byzantine church is in communion with Rome?). Anyway, that phrase tends to make me cringe since normally "Resurrection people" gets bandied about by liturgists who think James Taylor's "You've Got a Friend" is an excellent opening hymn. And although I've gone to only two Tridentine liturgies and thus am unqualified to pronounce judgment, my initial take is that it is very reverent if a bit gloomy (represented by the red hue). But the Ruthian Byzantine liturgy is extremely reverent while also maintaining the cheerfulness of a "Resurrection People" (represented by the green hue). The two liturgies represent the "two lungs of the Church" as Pope John Paul II wrote. "Such a wealth of praise, built up by the different forms of the Church's great tradition, could help us to hasten the day when the Church can begin once more to breathe fully with her 'two lungs', the East and the West" (John Paul II, Redemptoris Mater, 34).

Fine Print:
--I define reverent here as recognizing that God is Holy, i.e. Other, i.e. not us.
--Not all Novus Ordo liturgies fall into the "Less than reverent" half of course. (A drawback of using someone else's picture.)

  posted by TS @ 12:26  
 

 
   Spanning the Globe To Bring You The Constant Variety Of Posts

Q is for Quote you like – “Never let anyone outside the family know what you're thinking.” Don Corleone in the original Godfather. Good advice. Which I violate daily. Right here. - Ellyn of Oblique House

You see, if it isn't some external crisis, I can conjure enough profound internal crises to plunge me into my semi-annual funk. I don't think I'll do that this year--it's tiresome and tedious and not conducive to my own mental health. - Steven Riddle of Flos Carmeli

Well, it's always awkward to have to correct the Pope, but isn't that why God made Dominicans? - you know who said this :)

As Thoreau said, we are fools to box up one of the most beautiful sights in the world—a living fire—and keep it in the cellar. Smash the television set, turn out the lights, build a fire in the fireplace, move the family into the living room, put a pot on to boil some tea and toddy and have an experiment in merriment, a sudden, unexpected hearth, the heart and first step in the restoration of a home... - John Senior, author of "The Restoration of Christian Culture"

And, mirabile dictu, about halfway through Mass I got a gentle nudge to the ribs. In a whisper, I heard: "Look, Daddy--I'm praying!" So she was. - Dale Price of "Dyspeptic Mutterings" on a first trip to a Tridentine Mass. (Funny, that's my problem with prayer. As soon as I'm aware that I'm praying, I'm no longer praying.)

I don't want to blog but I would feel like the wicked and slothful servant who hid his one talent in the earth. That talent—perhaps quite common—is a singularity that leads me to make and write things that would otherwise not exist—not because they are difficult but because they are not wanted, at least before they are made, and perhaps for a long time afterwards. But the Giver of the talent wants a return on it, and I try to give it back with interest. Actually, of course, it is not my talent, but “thy talent”—“his lord’s money.” If I have identified it right, I have obeyed my vocation; if not, then, still, “all is grace.” Unlike you I crave an audience and praise, but I have had enough of both to know that I shall only be satisfied by One. - Leo Wong on St Blog's Parish Hall on why he blogs

I have noticed that when it comes to discussions on liturgical music and church architecture on my blog and on others that there is a direct correlation between the theological views of the commenter and whether they like or dislike something pertaining to those subjects.... Why is that? If beauty is supposed to be so subjective and in the eye (or ear) of the beholder, then why does opposing or support develop along theological fault lines? - Jeff of The Curt Jester

Our conversation grew out of the sense that God did not so much need Christ to die as we needed Christ to die. I think of it in terms of what Jesus told the Jewish people regarding the law of divorce. It was not that divorce was a good thing, or even really an acceptable thing, but rather that it was a thing granted to them because of their hardness of heart. If there had been any other way to break the hardness of the human heart other than the death of God Himself, God would have used it. Indeed, through time He sent prophet after prophet after prophet to tell the people of Israel how much He loved them and how enduring His love was. They could not hear this--they killed the prophets or ignored them. The hardness of the human heart sets diamond to shame. - Steven Riddle

[Blogs] can give a sense of communion to Catholics who for whatever reason don't feel close to their fellow parishioners. (This has some obvious limits beyond which bad things start to happen.) - Tom of Disputations on why some St. Bloggers blog 

Personally, I find it outstanding that Shelley (of all the Romantics, Shelley!) was so well attuned to the idea of grace that he could write a poem that shares themes with St. Therese's The Story of a Soul and Thomas a Kempis' The Imitation of Christ. Shelley is spot on about many things, too. He recognises, for instance, that we are completely dependent on (God's) grace in our spiritual lives, but also, paradoxically, the only way to stay faithful to this grace is to shoulder on when it is denied to us, and to trust that it will not let us down if we remain true to it. - Enbrethiliel of Sancta Sanctis

  posted by TS @ 07:45  
 

 
An Individual in Community

From Ignatius of Loyola: Pilgrim Saint by Jose Idigoras
Martin Luther had just radically liberated everybody from the mediation of the Church. The Manresa pilgrim [St. Ignatius] did not wrestle with a similar temptation, nor did he ever contemplate taking such a step. Just the opposite: he participated in the sacraments, he immersed himself in traditional devotions, and he took his problems to his confessor, whose direction he blindly obeyed. At the same time, he clearly understood that apart from all of these matters, God and God alone taught him as a schoolmaster teaches a young boy. He had no fear of the Church, which, even though ever suspicious of possible illusions, would one day choose the following passage from the book of Deuteronomy (32:12) as the Entrance Antiphon for the Mass of St. Therese of Lisieux: "The Lord nurtured and taught her...The Lord alone was her leader." In this same sense, the Lord was the director and teacher of Ignatius. God did not teach him a new lesson. This pupil that He was illuminating, however, now seemed to see new meanings in old truths he had learned from the study of his catechism...He learned the infathomable depths of things about which we speak today in terms that have all but worn out by overuse.

  posted by TS @ 07:40  
 

 
All the Best Gifts are Re-Gifts

There's an icon of Mary Magdalene at the local Byzantine Catholic church and in it she is depicted as holding a vial of oil, representing the scene in Luke's gospel where tradition holds that the sinful woman annointing Christ with oil and wiping his feet with her hair was Mary Magdalene.

And it struck me for the first time that she was not so much showing us her gift to Christ, but was showing us Christ's gift to her - her repentance and love for Him was in some way a gift to her, because all of our gifts are actually re-gifts and apart from Christ we can do nothing.

  posted by TS @ 07:30  
 

 
Knocking In The Dark

When we play the card game "31" at family gatherings we knock on the table if we think we're holding a better hand than at least one other family member. Everyone except the knocker is then given a card and the cards are shown, producing many (temporary) winners and one loser. When there's a lot of family gathered around the table, the odds are pretty slim that you'll be holding the weak hand. So some bold folks might "knock in the dark", which is to say they knock before they've even looked at what they've got, trusting that their unseen hand will suffice.

Today's first reading was astonishingly beautiful. And there was a strong sense that Sarah, the daughter of Raguel, was 'knocking in the dark'. She was praising God even in her darkness, even in her depression, even when she didn't seem to have any particular reason to praise Him:
That day, she grieved, she sobbed, and went up to her father’s room intending to hang herself. But then she thought, ‘Suppose they blamed my father! They will say, “You had an only daughter whom you loved, and now she has hanged herself for grief”. I cannot cause my father a sorrow which would bring down his old age to the dwelling of the dead. I should do better not to hang myself, but to beg the Lord to let me die and not live to hear any more insults.’ And at this, by the window with outstretched arms she said this prayer:
‘You are blessed, O God of mercy! 
May your name be blessed for ever, 
and may all things you have made 
bless you everlastingly.’

  posted by TS @ 12:56  
June 1, 2005 

 
News You Can't Use & Other News

The other silly blog I occasionally update has been updated. The secret service post reflects a real life incident involving my bro in law.... And while on the subject of blogs and bloggers, thanks go to Jeff Culbreath and Jeff Miller (Jeffs and Bills are 50% more likely to read this blog) for mentioning me as a favored read in a recent Ignatius Insight article. (And a note to Mr. Culbreath: thanks to your book meme I read the linked review of "The Restoration of Christian Culture" so memes can't be all bad. God writes straight with...)

  posted by TS @ 10:36  
 

 
What's Really Amazing...

...about the deep throat story is that any three people (or more) in D.C. could keep a secret that long. Very impressive.

  posted by TS @ 10:27  
 

 
Multitudinous Religions

One of the things I liked about baseball when I was a kid was that I thought it was a complete meritocracy. An oasis of utter fairness in an unfair world. Boy was I naive.

I recall arguing with my dad about it. 

"If someone is hitting .282 in Triple A, he'll be brought up before someone hitting .280! A manager won't go against the statistics!"

After all, that would be irrational. I hope I was very young when I said that. At least I wasn't cynical. But I was certainly "insufficiently nuanced" when it came to understanding that a baseball player was more than his batting average.

But even if batting averages were all that mattered, Dad insisted there was some cronyism in the game, some of that "it's who you know" disease, and that came as a complete surprise. Of course the fact that if you were black you couldn't play in the big leagues until 1947 should've been a huge clue. 

Then I recall being shocked yet again that even science - that bastion of supposed objectivity - has to rely on mistaken scientists to die, not to be proven wrong, in order for the scientific world to move forward. (Don't take my word for it - Max Planck said it.)

So this is prelude to saying that it should be no surprise that where there is so much disagreement on what we can see that there will be loads of disagreement on that which we cannot see. Which explains why there are so many religions. I was watching O'Reilly's show last night and he tried to be fair to Scientologists, which was painful to these ears.

Ultimately if there's unity to be found among Christians (for which we can have legitimate hope due to the power of Christ's name) it's obvious it will take supernatural help. But since grace builds on nature we can't eschew apologetics and history and all the things which persuade some. Today's saint, Justin Martyr, was certainly a hero in that regard.

  posted by TS @ 09:02  
 
 
 
Contra Amnesia

Infant baptism, besides being efficacious in its own right (or rite, tee hee) is a powerful instrument against self-righteousness. What purer way is there to say that it is not we who chose God but God who chose us, through the flawed instrument of our parents? One of my favorite images from the Byzantine Catholic liturgy is when the priest prays, 
"We thank You also for this ministry, which You have willed to accept from our hands, even though there stand before You thousands of archangels, myriads of angels, Cherubim and Seraphim, six winged, many-eyed, soaring aloft on their wings."
And so God desires to use human instruments in the sacraments, including Baptism. 

But it seems as though we forget that. John Meehan in Two Towers: The De-Christianization of America and a Plan for Renewal plainly states those who think they are better than de-Christianized cafeteria Catholics are missing something:
Too many Catholics...fail to understand that the gift of Faith is a permanent, indelible mark imprinted on the soul; it cannot be taken away from them. That gift comes from God. They also do not comprehend that growth in knowledge and love of the Deposit of Faith requires systematic instruction, including disciplined training that culminates in a knowledge and love of Christian liturgy. 

As a supernatural gift, baptismal Fatih cannot be lost. But growth in, and development of, that gift can be misdirected or undernourished. In fact, reinforced by the rational choices of one's free will, the kind of catechical instruction that one receives usually determines how he or she lives in particular historical circumstances and cultural conditions.
So there's a bit of amnesia going both ways: the de-Christianized who have forgotten who they are and what they've been given, and the orthodox believers who have forgotten who the de-Christianized are and what they've been given.

This is directed at me of course: I still recoil when I hear John Kerry's name.

  posted by TS @ 20:55  
July 31, 2005 

 
Man Bites Dog Story?

Rev. Richard Neuhaus recommends an Andrew Greeley book.
Greeley throws down the gauntlet in challenging the secularization theories that have dominated the last hundred years and more, especially in the social sciences. “I find no persuasive evidence that either modern or postmodern humankind exists outside of faculty office buildings. Everyone tends to be premodern.” This is the argument that Greeley made at greater length in his 1972 book Unsecular Man, and it is an argument that now appears to have been ahead of its time. 
__

Being a Catholic, says Greeley, is a matter of what one believes, in the sense of doctrines affirmed. But it is more importantly a matter of the sacred stories told in community. “None of the doctrines is less true than the stories. Indeed, they have the merit of being more precise, more carefully thought out, more ready for defense and explanation. But they are not where religion or religious faith starts, nor in truth where it ends.” The experienced Catholic reality is communal stories, rituals, and cultivated sensibilities that engage ultimate truths. 

  posted by TS @ 09:01  
 

 
'I Would Walk 500 Miles'

The Byzantine Catholic liturgy I attend is about twenty five minutes away. But the next time I am wont to complain about that I might think of the father of this man:


Thomas Cogan Jr.   

His father, my great-great-grandfather, emigrated from Ireland but had no nearby church. The following obituary was obtained from the local historical society: 
"The Rev. James P. Ward, who preached the funeral sermon, said: 'Mr. Cogan was known to walk from Glynwood to Piqua to be present at the divine Sacrifice of the Mass. It was his earnest zeal that prompted him to have a church close at hand, and he with others of the same sturdy faith united their efforts and established a pastorate at Glynwood.'"
That's at least thirty miles as the crow flies! Hard to imagine and a bit surreal. It would surely take a minimum of six to eight hours on foot? 
____

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door     --the Proclaimers

  posted by TS @ 23:07  
July 30, 2005 

 
Offline Generations

Suppose you’ve reached your peak earning power. Suppose you own technological devices your parents don't know exist. Suppose you’re web fluent and are proficient at googling for information or finding & buying old books. Then think how odd it is to imagine that your parents have a knowledge that all the money, books, and internet sites can’t buy: They have time-traveled.

Of course they haven’t time-traveled relative to their existence but they have relative to yours. They have experienced an age we can only read about and they know ancestors we have never met. How odd! In our self-centeredness we might imagine that their lives began when we became aware of ours. They were born at 37, right? 

The young are not used to limits, physical or otherwise. But our elders have experienced another world, one that is neither transferrable nor inheritable. I was born in the '60s and grew up in the '70s and my parents were born in the '30s and grew up in the '40s. There is no way for me to fully understand what the '40s were like no matter how much I might think I do. Even should I understand what the '40s were like I wouldn't know it, having no frame of reference. Books and photographs help but there is something irreplaceable in actually being there.

That my father was once a child is something I know from a photograph but it is still an abstract thought. I see him, he is smiling shyly, but that is not my father in any material way. Perhaps I'll grant that it is what my father might've looked like when he was young. That he had a mother is another abstract notion since she died before I was born. That he knew her as well as I know my own mother is completely foreign. I don’t have access to him interacting with her and on this earth there’s no password to gain it. There is no way I can imagine what my relationship would've been with her, or how my father's history would've been altered had she lived longer. If minute differences - such as words of praise or criticism that linger - alter us in profound ways, then something as large as an early death can also alter us in profound, if unknowable, ways.

  posted by TS @ 00:31  
 

 
Found Poetry

   Below is the verbatim verbiage printed on a can of Guinness, in reverse order, and without punctuation: 


Guinness Can Poetry  

yourself for Draught
Guinness of magic
the discover now body 
black, deep and head creamy thick 
uniquely the forming
settle to pint
your for moments
few a for wait glass
a into gently
beer the pour immediately
and it open.
___

What especially interests me in this bit o' advertising is how it seems to confirm what my pastor says is modernity's greatest fault: that of looking at everything in the short term. Notice the short term words: "now", "moments", "immediately"...

  posted by TS @ 22:56  
July 29, 2005 

 
The Thrill Is Gone, Baby

Last night was bingo volunteer session number four if you're scoring at home, which of course you're not. And now this vibrant, fascinating subculture is beginning to look the way all vibrant, fascinating subcultures eventually look - like average Uhmericuns spending their time holding daubers. Well they say even nudists forget they're at a nudist colony eventually.

My co-workers are dears. I'd forgotten that I'd used my "you sunk my battleship!" line (best said immediately after hearing the caller say something like B-21) on a different co-worker. Having many co-workers means you can say the same joke multiple times, as long as you don't tell them when they're in a group. So I strive for maximum joke dispersal by telling them separately. There's a tip you can use! Who says this blog isn't useful?

Oh don't get me wrong - I didn't get into the bingo racket for the thrills, chills or the joke-telling. That's all bonus. No, I fully expected the business to be as dry and necessary as tax accounting. The trick is to keep it new, keep it fresh. Like holding your instant winnner tickets in new positions. Or inserting the word "proverbial" into the instant winner ticket name, ala: "King of the Proverbial Mountain". 

That's not to say bingo is now completely bereft of surprises. One lady was smoking a cigarette while at the same time breathing through a air purifier. Or so a co-worker told me. Sounds apocryphal I know. Another lady had a large placard that stated what should be done in the case of a health emergency. Either she's not well or has a problem with hypochondria; I would error on the side of the former. Another grandma had her five grandchildren's pictures, nicely framed, standing athwart her bingo sheets. 

I like the non-smoking room best because there's less smoke in there. I recall back when Bone smoked that I would bring a cigar when we got together so that my good smoke would cancel out his disagreeable smoke. It was like manufacturing my own little force field. But you just can't do that here, so I walk slow when I go by the pipe smoker. You see, my uncle Ed was a pipe smoker and a priest and the fragrance of the pipe is like nothing else. (That was for Jeff.)

The non-smoking room is also good because the grandmothers are so platonically grandmotherly. They look upon me with cherubic faces and make me feel like the platonic ideal of a grandson. 

There is something peaceful about bingo. Everyone is marvelously industrious, including me. There are squares to daub, numbers to call and tickets to sell before we go. And it goes for a good cause. Sounds like a win-win. Unless you lose a lot of money of course.

  posted by TS @ 16:06  
 

 
Who knew...

...that 19th Century Anti-Catholicism could be so darn entertaining? Great find from Dom.

Of this pic, Tom of Disputations writes: "Now, I ask you: Viewed today, does this strike you as better suited for anti-Catholic propaganda, or for diocesan vocation literature?"

  posted by TS @ 10:27  
 

 
Is There Virtue in the Obscure?

How much of reading or writing poetry is a desire towards mindlessness? That last post prompted a revisit of Walker Percy's nonfiction work The Message in the Bottle. Percy, who could probably fairly be called a Thomist, writes that "likeness and difference are canons of discursive thought, but analogy, the mode of poetic knowing, is also cognitive" (uh, what he said):
One is aware of skirting the abyss as soon as one begins to repose virtue in the obscure.

Once we eliminate the logical approximation, the univocal figure, as unpoetic and uncreative of meaning - is it not then simply an affair of trotting out words and images more or less at random in the hope of arriving at an obscure, hence efficacious, analogy? and the more haphazard the better, since mindfulness, we seem to be saying, is of its very nature self-defeating? Such in fact is the credo
of the surrealists...If, as so many modern poets appear to do, one simply shuffles words together, words plucked form as diversified contexts as possible, one will get some splendid effects. Words are potent agents and the sparks are bound to fly. But it is a losing game. For there is missing that essential element of the meaning situation, the authority and intention of the Namer....Once the good faith of the Namer is so much as called into question, the jig is up. There is no celebration or hope of celebration of a thing beheld in common. One is only trafficking in the stored-up energies of words, hard won by meaningful usage. 

It is a pastime, this rolling out of pretty marbles of word-things to see one catch and reflect the fire of another, a pleasant enough game but one which must eventually go stale.
I've written on my blog how the mundane can become fascinating if it's read by someone generations hence. I read gape-jawed of accounts of farm life in the 1800s which, to farmers of the 1800s, would presumably be jaw-gapingly banal. Percy says with respect to the power of words:
A word, by the very fact of its having been lost to common usage or by its having undergone a change in meaning, is apt to acquire thereby an unmerited potency.

  posted by TS @ 09:43  
 

 
Drunk on Poetry & Endorphins: WWAS?* 

* -...what would Aquinas say?

When I was young I was drunk a lot. 

Not on drugs or alcohol but endorphins. Which is what your body produces during exercise, sometimes called "runner's high". (Nowadays I run but not long enough for runner's high to kick in, which is an experience somewhere between going to a bar for one beer and getting a cavity filled sans novocaine.) 

I was thinking about runner's high after reading Tom's comment with regard to drunkenness, "And how like St. Thomas to regard the loss of reason as a penalty, even if it's the end sought."

It occurred to me that the deliberate loss of reason* is far more common than commonly supposed and is certainly not limited to drunkenness. James Fixx, in his Complete Book of Running said that some runners find a trance so deep that they go through stop signs or stop lights and are killed by cars. If that doesn't represent a lack of reason I don't know what does.

Sleep, of course, is another reason defier. But also day dreaming, including the sort of day dreaming prompted by reading poetry. (Is that why Plato wanted to ban poetry?) Art in general, having no utility, might be a candidate. When you go to experience something that takes you outside the body, to "erase the map" as it were, aren't you experiencing a kind of drunkenness? If so, then I'm guessing there are a lot of drunks out there. 

But St. Thomas recognized that value of play, saying that "playful actions themselves considered in their species are not directed to an end: but the pleasure derived from such actions is directed to the recreation and rest of the soul, and accordingly if this be done with moderation, it is lawful to make use of fun." He goes on to say that "reason itself demands that the use of reason be interrupted at times". 

Perhaps it is reasonable to assume that the amount of reason interruptus required by an individual varies, well, by individual.
___

* - dictionary definition is "the capacity for logical, rational, and analytic thought; intelligence."

  posted by TS @ 08:55  
 

 
Wrestling with the Concrete
--by Heidi Lynn Staples
_______________________________________ 

Somethings he forgets what is a Fish;
The others joke that he is hard of Herring.
It is on the table. He isn’t used to it. 

He crosses and uncrosses, fidgets
In the lull, in his favorite color;
Somethings he forgets what is a Fish

And which it from widget from midget from midgets
And wanders Every melodies singing—
It is on the table. He isn’t used to it.

In prescription frames with nonprescription lenses,
Canting into the wind of his own undoing,
Somethings he forgets what is a Fish.

In need of an oar or an ore, he offers Clarinet?
He whispers and shimmers about sum thing—
It is on the table, he isn’t used to it.

Hot scolds over shadows, shipness not ships
At all: Is is only he was thinking.
Somethings he forgets what is a Fish;
It is on the table. He isn’t used to it.


From Guess Can Gallop by Heidi Lynn Staples

  posted by TS @ 06:59  
 

 
Via Steven Riddle...
 You scored as Sacrament model. Your model of the church is Sacrament. The church is the effective sign of the revelation that is the person of Jesus Christ. Christians are transformed by Christ and then become a beacon of Christ wherever they go. This model has a remarkable capacity for integrating other models of the church.

Mystical Communion Model
  
 83% 
Sacrament model
  
 83% 
Servant Model
  
 50% 
Herald Model
  
 50% 
Institutional Model
  
 34% 

What is your model of the church? [Dulles]
created with QuizFarm.com 


  posted by TS @ 11:54  
July 28, 2005 

 
Knowledge Is Bliss

Intense religious discussion last night at my sister-in-law's birthday party. To paraphrase Andy Rooney: ever notice how "intense" and "religious discussion" often go together? Might as well be redundant. 

I was listening as interlocuter number 1 defended Muslims, saying that some of his best friends were Muslims and that a religion can't be held responsible for the negative actions of their followers. Interlocuter number 2 disagreed, saying that Islam was the root cause of their terrorist pathologies. (And interlocuter number 2, being the member of a new, young dynamic church with no history or baggage, made the claim with equanimity.) 

I had no choice who to side with if only because the priestly scandal was still fresh on everyone's minds (and was in fact alluded to in the discussion). I sided with interlocuter number 1, saying that the fact that Judas betrayed Christ was evidence that you can be a member of the greatest religion and still badly misrepresent the faith. 

But this isn't an either/or. It's like nature/nuture debate. Part of it is that bad faiths ruin people and part is bad people ruin faiths. Of course I didn't say that; I think through my fingertips and I didn't have a keypad handy (and even with the keypad bat my weight).

The other obligatory target was the Catholic church, said to be still preaching the Old Testament. An ex-Catholic said that his Catholic education consisted of "the Old Testament and Mary." I said I didn't learn too much OT in my classes but I did agree that Catholic education was poor during the '70s. I admitted that I've learned an awful lot post-college that I should've learned at my Catholic high school. Someone else said that the Catholic Church didn't teach the bible - they didn't have a bible study class until they were out of college. I said that that is why Scott Hahn is popular now; he's filling a need.

  posted by TS @ 07:39  
 

 
Ellis on Adams on CSPAN's BookTV

Our second president, John Adams, said that success for a person or a nation carries within it the seeds of demise. One of his biographers, Joseph Ellis, said that Adams thought once the focus moves from producing to consuming the jig is up and that the key is to find a president who will "manage American decline" effectively. Ellis laughed and said you won't hear that on the presidential campaign trail: "hire me and I'll manage American decline effectively!". Ellis said that the fact that GNP growth has slowed over the past few decades shows that the American economy is already not what it used to be during the post-World War II days of hegemony. He also said that just because a nation is declining doesn't mean that decline can't be very gradual.

  posted by TS @ 07:11  
 

 
Charities Dancing With Politics

I've long thought that Israel, at least since becoming a state in 1948, has been far more "sinned against than sinning". To either confirm or contradict this I began reading a book on the history of the Middle East conflict but read to about page sixty. I'm still looking for the Cliff's Notes version. The fact that I'm not that well-informed should disqualify me from commenting but... (here's where you say 'that never stopped you before!'). 

Thanks, you are right. So from my perspective the Wall was long overdue given that Israel has a right to exist and Israelis have a right not to have their limbs removed by a bomb while shopping at a supermarket or riding on a bus. And if a wall helps, then go for it. 

What prompts this post was this, which reminded me of this article in a magazine of a charity giving aid to the Middle East, which points out the negatives of said wall. It seems rather one-sided given the lack of explanation why Israel would go to the great length of building it. One may quibble where it was built, but the relentless provocation of Israel by the Palestinians has been this side of surreal. And Israel won the West Bank in the Six Day War in 1967, after Egypt prompted a pre-emptive strike by (from here): "ordering the withdrawal of the United Nations Emergency Forces stationed on the Egyptian-Israeli border, thus removing the international buffer between Egypt and Israel which had existed since 1957...[then] Egypt announced a blockade of all goods bound to and from Israel through the Straits of Tiran." 

It seems to me there are far greater grounds for the United States to give Texas & part of California back to Mexico than for Israel to give back the West Bank.

So in a perfect world, the article might've included these paragraphs:
Palestinians inconvenienced by the wall say that they understand the need for Israel to protect itself and know that a wall, in possibly helping to prevent terrorist attacks, will also prevent retalitory bombings by Israel.

"I think the wall is a necessary evil," said one Palestinian woman, "I might not have to worry as much about Palestinian homes being hit by Israeli bombs now. And think of all Israeli children and civilians saved by this wall! No one wants the suicide bombers and if this wall is going to stop one suicide bomber, why then the inconveniences and hassles are worth it!" 

  posted by TS @ 13:59  
July 27, 2005 

 
       

I gotta hand it to Dubya. He came through. May God help him get this guy on the Court! And may he pick somebody just as good when Rehnquist retires! O Lord, hear our prayer for an end to abortion! 

- Mark Shea on Amy's blog concerning the nomination of John Roberts

What made [Sen.] Biden's concern re [Clarence] Thomas's belief in natural law [Biden wanted to make sure that Thomas didn't have any belief in something called 'natural law'] so amusing is that fact that Roe itself is grounded in natural law theory, albeit a seriously misguided varient. An application of pure positive Constitutional law cannot be reconciled with Roe. 

- commenter on Amy's blog

Augustine is easily more heart-felt than Aquinas. Which I appreciate. On the other hand, Aquinas' detachment and even-handedness make Mr. Spock look like a raving hysteric. 

- John Farrell on Amy Welborn's blog

I believe what the Catholic Church teaches not solely--not even, when I'm at my best, primarily--because the alternatives are ugly. Quite often the alternatives are attractive, insofar as they partake in a partial share of the goodness, love, and grace that God offers. I believe what the Catholic Church teaches because, when I'm at my best, I love Jesus Christ, I love God, and I can faintly discern the beauty, hope, and peace He wants for me.

- Eve Tushnet

Lady at the rock who waited for Bernadette,
asthmatic child sleeping in a stone jail.
She met her at Massabielle, this rock
I touch while icy water seeps
in rivulets down the blackened crevices.
She waits to meet me now--
will my daughter have Mass said over me?--
now and at a time soon.
Ashes to ashes

- Excerpt of poem by Sharon Mollerus, via blogger at "Clairity's Place" 

In his talk, Cardinal George raised some interesting questions he felt the Church faced about the compatibility of democracy with the Gospel...He emphasized that in the past, under other governmental structures, laws were imposed on the people and that was a basis for explanation of why they varied so much from the natural law. But with democracy, the people freely choose the laws, yet we still choose laws as immoral as other governmental structures. And that, albeit in a different way, authentic religious liberty is no better protected under democracy than other regimes. Well, that's my loose summary of the comment. And in fairness to Cardinal George, I think he would expand upon the nuances and complexities if time was alotted and wasn't at all suggesting that he didn't have explanations for why democracy produces immmoral laws (i.e., I'm sure the Cardinal is well aware of sin ;-) ). But I thought the topic worthy of reflection. Thoughts? 

- post at "Cahiers Peguy"

Decided to Google Onan some more this morning! (Don't go there!) 

- Elena of "My Domestic Church"; too late! 

So, was my first kiss a Lutheran one, because of the simple *faith* the girl had that I wouldn't turn out to be a total jerk. Or was it more "Catholic", due to all the *works* I had to perform to get her alone and in the dark?

- Protestant commenter Rob on Disputations

Should a blogger get off a good word-lick, he thinks, hopes and prays he might get into Spanning the Globe. When he does, it's often not for the utterance he thought would do the trick, but for one least expected. 

- William Luse, though it's never least expected when STG is mentioned. *grin*

The man who brought American democracy to the Church’s attention was Jacques Maritain, the French convert and philosopher. Maritain, having accepted a teaching position at Princeton before France fell to the Nazis, lived for over a decade in America and published a long essay, "Reflections on America", in which he expresses his deep admiration of the American experiment, and his hope that it could lead to a New Christendom—not the Christendom of the Middle Ages, which cannot be reinstituted, but a different, new, pluralistic order, which upholds human dignity and liberty as its foundational principles.... Thanks to the influence of Maritain, Pope Pius XII became the first pope to speak favorably of democracy, in 1944—eighteen years before the opening of Vatican II, nineteen years before "Pacem in Terris"...I am not going to answer Jack’s question too emphatically—“Is democracy compatible with the Gospel?” I will let the American Bishops do it for me. Aware of the uniqueness of the American experiment, and aware that it could provide a model for re-establishing the social order, the Bishops decreed the following in the Third Plenary Council of Baltimore, 1884: "We believe that our country’s heroes were the instruments of the God of Nations in establishing this home of freedom." 

- blogger at "Cahiers Peguy"

[She] made me think about this adorable 85 year-old woman I used to sit next to at church, back when I lived in Pasadena and had a real parish.  One day there was an earthquake in the middle of Mass.  My first thought was that the 85 year-old might be so scared, she'd have a heart attack and keeel over on me, and what would I do.  Her first thought?  She squeezed my hand and said, "Just hold on to me.  I'm strong." When I get old (presuming the world is around that long), I hope I'm that kind of old lady. 

- Karen of "Some Have Hats"

  posted by TS @ 11:14  
 

 
A Sap For Happy Endings

Sleep comes in fits and starts for the read-deprived. My dreams feel contrived compared to the ocean that awaits in the bookroom. And some of the stories contained therein nag for their lack of ending.

I spent part of my reading life this weekend caught up in the drama of Isak Dinesen's real life. Hers was an undeniable but often misdirected courage. A natural contrarian, she flailed at whoever was in authority causing her values and beliefs to fluctuate accordingly. Her allergy to the bourgeois in religion would seem to make her good ground for the gospel message if unfit for the Victorian obsession with appearances. But she saw the sexual norms of the bible and church not in terms of heroism but joyless puritanism. 

I follow the ups & downs of her story: 


She has syphilis! 

Oh -- she got it from her philandering husband. 

She divorces him?

No - he divorces her! She'd forgiven him. Wow.

She loves God! 

No - she sold her soul to the devil.
Say what!? Well there are three references in the biography mentioning her vowing herself to Lucifer. Surely she jests? There's little accompanying detail, other than to say that she did it in exchange for receiving her stories. Which makes reading her stories seem like an ill-gotten gain. 

Is there not a symmetry to pacts with Satan compared to our relationship with God?
With Satan:
you choose him, he doesn't choose you

With God:
He chooses you, you don't choose Him

With Satan:
You give him nothing, with the assurance of receiving something (in this life)

With God:
We give him everything, with no assurance of receiving something (in this life)

With God:
eternal life

With Satan:
eternal death
There is the natural - and naturally impossible - desire to discern the state of her soul at the end of her life. One can have no tragedies in life, not if one hopes Hell is empty, though I recognize the futility of that particular bit of cognitive dissonance. Still there's nothing more alarming to a sheep than seeing another one cliff-diving, though admittedly most don't know what they're doing. It is consoling to know we have a Savior who will search for the one sheep amid the hundred.

  posted by TS @ 07:38  
 

 
Could It Happen Today?

The blogger at Annals of Desire asks with regard to this monument: 
"Would today's men have done the same? If they did, would today's women condemn them or praise them?" 
They say the past is a foreign country and that picture affirms it. There is something achingly anachronistic about it, not only in men acting like gentlemen under great stress, but in the expression of gratitude by the women. To be grateful, even if it is for something expected, is as beautiful as it is rare. More here.

  posted by TS @ 22:21  
July 26, 2005 

 
Evolution...

I've been off and on fascinated by the evolution/creationism debate. Here's an interesting excerpt from John Allen's latest:
Even processes that appear random, he said, can have an underlying logic.

“The idea that calling something ‘random’ means that it’s without direction is a mistake,” [Nobel laureate Charles] Townes said. “In a gas, for example, random interaction among particles ensures uniform distribution and temperature. In other words, an unplanned process produces an orderly outcome.”

“Evolution,” Townes said, “is like that. It’s a random process that produces spectacular things.”
And an excerpt from the Vatican’s International Theological Commission document, “Communion and Stewardship: Human Persons Created in the Image of God.”


In the Catholic perspective, neo-Darwinians who adduce random genetic variation and natural selection as evidence that the process of evolution is absolutely unguided are straying beyond what can be demonstrated by science. Divine causality can be active in a process that is both contingent and guided. 
I can see why it's such a debate. Moderns crave the personal and evolution seems too impersonal for some tastes. Not to mention the long-running debate over scriptural inerrancy, another hot-button issue. Combine the two and voila! From Catholic Answers' Karl Keating: 

Q: I was under the impression that death in the world (all death- plants, animals, and humans) was a fruit of original sin, ie. God did not create death. If this is the case, then how could the Church accept the idea of biological evolution? Since death would have to occur over the course of generations to provide for "natural selection" and "survival of the fittest." Thanks for your time.

A: by Karl Keating: You have brought up one of the difficulties in squaring evolution with the biblical account of the Fall. There have been various attempts to do so. Whether any of them is adequate is for the individual to determine for himself. All the Church teaches is that theistic evolution is not necessarily incompatible with the faith. It doesn't teach that it really happened--or that it didn't.

  posted by TS @ 16:33  
 

 
Putting the Me in Meme

Karen tapped me and so I thought I'd do it from a vacation perspective.

What I was doing 10 years ago...I was experiencing the post-vacational glow, this time after a trip to Texas. We hit Austin, San Antonio, Bandera, & LBJ's ranch. 

Five years ago... Smack dab in the middle of a trip to Richmond, Virgina.

One year ago... a vacational re-run of this year. A 25-mile bike trip day in July.

Yesterday...I walk the dog and there's nothing to pick up his poop with. So I grab something out of the garbage, a small piece of plastic. He goes twice. We shorten the road trip because I'm holding uncovered poop at arm's length. TMI, I know.

  posted by TS @ 16:22  
 

 
Of Pictures

Steven Riddle understands the need to preserve mystery, hence he provides a picture of himself only in shadow. Of course I do not approve. I think every blogger ought to post a clear picture of themselves because my curiosity deserves to be sated.

And so you ask where is mine? Well that begs a story.

I was at a country & western bar about ten years ago when a comely lass happened by and pinched me on the ass! "Cute butt" she said, smiling as she passed. I was struck dumb for I'd never been told that before. I consider myself average-looking, but(t) it occurs to me now that my backside might be my best side. And I refuse to post that. This blog has standards you know.

  posted by TS @ 16:09  
 

 
Fun With Scanners


  

This scanner is addicting. Here is the frontispiece to the 1958 edition of the forthrightly titled "I Love Books" (click to enlarge) 

  posted by TS @ 20:25  
July 25, 2005 

 
Thank You St. Joseph!

...And to all who said a prayer for my stepson, who has decided against joining the Navy and instead got another job much more suited to his personality.

  posted by TS @ 20:02  
 

 
What Kind of World?   - new fiction

Back in the days of winos & roses I was following the Alaskan Pipeline for the same reason people climb mountains: because it was there. And I happened across more than my fair share of colorful characters including one chinless man going to Ketchikan who seemed a cynical soul. Spying the rosary in my hand he said, "Ah priests! If they had a real job they wouldn't be so nice. Put them in a business suit and they wouldn't be so peaceful!"

I wasn't a priest and he seemed a long way from the business world but I assumed from the scars he'd been there and from it he was running. 

I told him about a pain from my past. "I once had a crush a girl who liked another fellow, a guy who was drunk all the time. Real light-hearted. He'd give you the shirt off his back too. But he had a buzz 24-7, the kind of light buzz Larry Hagman had during the '70s and '80s. He was such a friendly guy you didn't know if it was him or the alcohol. And I remember wanting to tell her, 'hey I'd be fun too if I was half-drunk all the time!' But I was wrong." 

"Hell right you were wrong. I've been drinking heavy for three years now and it ain't done my attitude any good."

"Not just that. It's this thinking that everything can be explained by chemicals or the environment. Deep down we want something in reserve. We want to know that we can protect ourselves like you think priests do, or that I can fix myself a drink in case of anxiety. But the only true reserve is the one you can't see and maybe not even feel."

"Can't feel? A reserve you can't feel? What the hell good is that?"

"More trust really. Trust in God. I'm still working it out, though it's probably a sign of desire for control that I'm even thinking about it, as if I'm trying to build up a reserve in advance for my own damn sake."

He fiddled with his shirt. 

"I had a friend who always said it's a 'doggy-dog' world instead of 'dog eat dog' world. I mean I actually saw him write it out that way so it's not like I was just hearing him wrong. Which do you think it is?"

  posted by TS @ 19:41  
 

 
Jumping the Shark

Come on, you know you want to see pictures of my great-grandparents don't you? Don't you? Surely it beats putting a picture of my cat on the blog, right?

Here is one pair. And another. And another. 

My mom is sending a picture of the two missing great-grandparents and I'll have pictures of all eight, which I'm naturally very pleased about.

  posted by TS @ 13:14  
 

 
The "Surprise" That Was Not Surprising

David Brooks thought the suspenseful thing in the Roberts nomination would be how Sen. Clinton would vote - but come on, was there really any doubt? She wants to be President and it's metaphysically impossible for her to offend her base (and thus be denied the nomination) because the base knows that she's a true believer.

In fact, the more obvious Hillary becomes in moving to the center the more obvious it becomes to her base that it's all a ruse. Liberal primary voters weren't born yesterday - they know it's "wink, wink - I've got to do these silly things so I can win the general election. You know how crazy those Ohio voters are."

In fairness to Sen. Clinton, having been so close to the presidency she is far more sympathetic to rights the president exercises than most congressmen. She understands the President should be able to nominate his or her preferred judges. And pardon criminals in return for funding presidential libraries. (Ok, so how fair did you think I was going to be?)

  posted by TS @ 09:40  
 

 
Avery Cardinal Dulles, S.J. in First Things...

...has interesting things to say about C.S. Lewis:
In Surprised by Joy [C.S.] Lewis mentions that in the first years after his conversion he started attending Sunday services at his parish church, but adds: “The idea of churchmanship was to me wholly unattractive....I was deeply antiecclesiastical....I had as little relish to be in the Church as in the zoo. It was, to begin with, a kind of collective; a wearisome ‘get-together’ affair....To me, religion ought to have been a matter of good men praying alone and meeting by twos and threes to talk about spiritual matters....Hymns were (and are) extremely disagreeable to me. Of all musical instruments I liked (and like) the organ least. I have, too, a sort of spiritual gaucherie which makes me unapt to participate in any rite.”

These words, I believe, point to an individualistic and academic quality that affected Lewis’ religion almost to the end of his life. His “mere Christianity” is a set of beliefs and a moral code, but scarcely a society. In joining the Church he made a genuine and honest profession of faith—but he did not experience it as entry into a true community of faith. He found it possible to write extensively about Christianity while saying almost nothing about the People of God, the structures of authority, and the sacraments.
_

Apologetics, in Lewis’ view, provides a road map, but the map is no substitute for the journey. The relation between faith and reason becomes radically different once a person has made the act of faith. The believer enters into a personal relationship with God that involves far more than assent to propositions. He places total trust in God to such a point that he would continue to believe even if he ceased to see the reasons. Those who have experienced this interpersonal relationship know enough about God to trust Him even when He seems absent. On this ground Lewis defends what he calls “obstinacy in belief.”

Lewis proposes a very interesting definition. “Faith, in the sense in which I am here using the word, is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.” Arguments do not secure us against the fluctuations of our moods. 

  posted by TS @ 23:54  
July 24, 2005 

 
Another Reason to Love Amazon.com

Manishevitz do I like this "search inside" feature they have on so many books. It's perfect for bloggodocia too because although you can't cut & paste from the actual page it brings up, you can from the index listing the pages where your search item appears since it gives you the context around the search item in plain text. 

So I found the following quote from Catholic author Ron Hansen in his book "A Stay Against Confusion : Essays on Faith and Fiction" 
"Babette's Feast" merges incongruities, reconciles the irreconcilable. With Soren Kierkegaard, Karen Blixen argues against the either/or proposition that there is only one correct way to live one's life, that we are faced with a series of critical choices and if we choose wrongly we are lost. In her story the hedonistic general finds in the miracle of Babette's feast both ecstatic pleasure and a joyful, magnanimous God whom he otherwise could not imagined.
One thing that interests me about Isak Dinesen is how her writing, especially in Out of Africa, is so damn lyrical. It's evocative and beautiful, like Updike's only without the sex. And while she tells good stories one could enjoy them strictly for the words & phrasings. 

I think the rationalist likes stories, the romantic likes the poetry or melody. Flannery O'Connor, whose fiction I've never liked that much (though I love her letters, The Habit of Being), seems not all that lyrical but straight-ahead-always-going-forward-no-wasted-motion. The story is what is important for the holy (I don't mean that facetiously) O'Connor. Is the lushness of Updike or a Dinesen a form of debauchery? Is "good romantic" an oxymoron?

  posted by TS @ 23:46  
 

 
Excerpts from Judith Thurman's Biography of Isak Dinesen


But as much as Tanne [Karen Blixon, aka Isak Dinesen] loved her brother and missed him when he was gone, his vagueness and solemnity got on her nerves. They often quarreled...and Tanne thought that Darwin for one, ought to have been burned at the stake for his "depressing" view of life. He called her a reactionary, and she countered that he was a Bolshevik. They disagreed about sexual morality - his point of view was wholesome and romantic; hers enlightened, in the eighteenth century sense of the word - and about birth control, which Tanne thought was radically practical but not esthetic. Thomas told her that considering her general outlook she ought to become a Catholic, and she responded that without subscribing to any dogma she was a sort of Catholic..."I think so often about those words in the Bible: 'I will not let thee go before thou blessest me.' I think there is such deep meaning, something so glorious in them. I almost take it to be my 'motto' in this life."
_

If the feudal world of "Out of Africa" works so well, is so harmonious and beautiful, it is precisely because of its fixity. Love of fate is its central principle or, as Dinesen puts it, "pride..in the idea God had, when he made us." Its inhabitants take their places in the hierarchy according to the degree of pride they manifest, with the Africans - mystically forbearing and amused - at the top. The European aristocrats - the great atavisms like Denys, Berkeley and the narrator - defer to them, but just slightly and in the same spirit a gentleman feels himself to be morally inferior to a lady. Their fatalism is assertive; it is expressed as honor, and through it they have the privilege to understand tragedy. "If a man has a steadfast idea of honor," Dinesen told Curtis Cate, "he is absolutely safe as to what can happen to him."
Also found this link on Dinesen's "Babette's Feast", which includes this snippet: 
Like great moral deeds, artistic creation absorbs our entire energies. Preparing a great feast or singing an aria by Mozart removes us from the range of the ordinary and makes reentry, in the words of Walker Percy, an urgent human problem. Percy renames "reentry" what Kierkegaard calls the second movement, the return to the finite. After the great discharge of the all-consuming deed, how do we resume the ordinary tasks of life without scorn for the smallness at hand? In Lost in the Cosmos, Percy seems to assume that faith’s trek back to the finite is no longer much of an option. His account of the modern alternatives to faith is bleak indeed.
And in a stroke of luck, you can now Amazon search inside Flannery O'Connor's "The Habit of Being". And I found these references to Dinesen. Unfortunately there's not much. In a letter in 1957: "All I have read of Isak Dinesen are the twelve Gothic Tales and some of them I like right much-the one where the old woman and the money change places - but I can't take much of her at one time." Later in 1964: "I'm still reading 'Out of Africa' by Isak Dinesen too."

  posted by TS @ 23:09  
 

 
Excerpt from Isak Dinesen's "Out of Africa":


People who dream when they sleep at night know of a special kind of happiness which the world of the day holds not, a placid ecstasy, and ease of heart, that are like honey on the tongue. They also know that the real glory of dreams lies in their atmosphere of unlimited freedom. It is not the freedom of the dictator, who enforces his own will on the world, but the freedom of the artist, who has no will, who is free of will. The pleasure of the true dreamer does not lie in the substance of the dream, but in this: that there things happen without any interference from his side, and altogether outside his control. Great landscapes create themselves, long splendid views, rich and delicate colours, roads, houses, which he has never seen or heard of...

  posted by TS @ 21:03  
 

 
From Our Diocesan Newspaper


VATICAN CITY --Eucharistic adoration may seem like a waste of time to beginners, but experience demonstrates that it yields great spiritual gifts, said the preacher of the papal household.

"To engagine in eucharistic contemplation means, in concrete terms, establishing a heart-to-heart contact with Jesus, who is truly present in the host," Caupchin Father Raniero Cantalamessa said.

Just as standing in the sun for an extended period changes the lines of the face, eucharistic adoration works its changes, too, he said.

"To stand before the Blessed Sacrament for a long time and with faith, not necessarily with a lot of passion, we assimilate the thoughts and sentiments of Christ, in an intuitive way," he said.

  posted by TS @ 12:50  
 

 
The Gospel for the Competitive

At our Byzantine parish the gospel today was from Matthew where Jesus says that he has come not to abolish the Law but to fulfil it, and thus anyone who encourages the smallest sin will be called least in the Kingdom of Heaven. This reminded me of where elsewhere Jesus says that if you want to be greatest in Heaven you must serve the least.

It's interesting to me that Christ so desires that we imitate him that he offers motivations that sound almost base. In order to aggrandize ourselves - to be great in Heaven - he suggests we perform acts of charity and not lead others to sin. Shouldn't we want to do good out of love for Him and not out of love for ourselves and our position in Heaven? It as if Jesus is not afraid of intermediate stages in the spiritual life. One could say that he shrewdly understands human nature and that in condescending to become human he also condescended to appeal to our natural desire for hierarchy and competition. The desire to avoid Hell or shorten Purgatory are also motivations which seemingly fall short of perfection but have been/are powerful motivators in their effect.

Christ's desire that we exercise faith is also something that must be purely for our benefit. Faith offers God the trust and glory he deserves but in no way requires. Seeing how there is nothing in it for Him, it must be for us that we suffer here below in what Fr. Groeschel once said was proof of the doctrine of Purgatory (he said something along the lines of: "for those who don't believe in Purgatory, this earth isn't Club Med.").

  posted by TS @ 12:39  
 

 
The Sower Who Read   ...a cautionary tale

He was a farmer who tilled soil by day but at night tilled a different sort of soil, a soil rich with the scent of paper and ink and dense with the thoughts of the long dead. Every night he would retire to the lamplit bookroom, the century old lighting an affectation that had caused three fires and no fatalities (unless one counted books, and he certainly did).

The room was quite ordinary. Twelve by seventeen, a bit narrow feeling, and after wiping the dust away he wallpapered it with dead presidents both literally and figuratively. He hung portraits of Washington & Monroe & purchased four of what would be many bookcases. He carefully applied two coats of rosewood finish to the cases, proudly noting each swirl against the grain as if he were Michelangelo admiring his Giuliano de' Medici. 

The room narrowed, exponentially it seemed, as he fed it new books. The gyre was not widening yet the center could not hold; everywhere he looked there were books, books, more books! They enveloped him as if in a womb or cocoon and it was as if they had come to life and had begun spinning a web slowly around him, ‘round and ‘round, and if his limbs were no longer free to move about, what was that to him? "Come, my pretties, come!" he said. And they gathered in waves, torrents now, and his books had books until the dead presidents were obscured and he could no longer leave the room, could no longer move, and so the farm began to waste but the books gleamed, gleamed in supernova fashion, gleamed with an exponential shine. And one fine April morning it happened: his books had tilled him.

  posted by TS @ 19:14  
July 23, 2005 

 
Balthasar & Prayer

Edward T. Oakes, in America (via Amy Welborn):
Because I have spent much of my life trying to convey Balthasar’s massive achievement through translations, essays and monographs, I am often asked what first drew me to his theology. Actually, it was rather accidental. I had entered the Jesuit novitiate in 1966 and came across a book by him titled simply Prayer. The first paragraph showed me that here was a writer who got down to business right away. The opening lines struck me as so relevant to my own experiences in prayer (or rather lack of them) that their author captivated me from the start. Here is how the passage begins:
Prayer is something more than an exterior act performed out of a sense of duty, an act in which we tell God various things he already knows; a kind of daily attendance in the presence of the Sovereign who awaits, morning and evening, the submission of his subjects. Even though Christians find, to their pain and sorrow, that their prayer never rises above this level, they know well enough that it should be something more. Somewhere, here, there, is a hidden treasure, if only I could find it and dig it up—a seed that has the power to grow into a mighty tree bearing abundant flowers and fruits, if only I had the will to plant and cultivate it.

Ah yes, I said, that’s me! Rote prayer I knew well enough from my Catholic upbringing, but when I entered the novitiate I thought there should be something more. Yet here I was, trying to pray one hour in the morning and a half-hour in the afternoon, but I was apparently still the same religious automaton I had always been. Balthasar seemed to know just what I was feeling: Christians, he said, often feel like a foreigner forced to speak in a language whose rules they have never learned, or a stuttering child who wants to say something but cannot.

Still, how was Balthasar going to solve the problem he had so accurately diagnosed? Imagine my surprise, then, when I found the problem resolved not just over the course of the whole book but in the very next paragraph! The point of prayer, Balthasar said, is not to learn some new way of speaking, a task as arduous as memorizing French irregular verbs. No, prayer is first an act in which we learn, in his words, that “our halting utterance to God is but an answer to God’s speech to us.”

This might sound all well and good, but how is one to pray in a language God has spoken, when one’s very aridity in prayer makes God seem so silent? Again, the answer was not slow in coming: “Just consider a moment: is not the Our Father, by which we address him each day, his own word? Was it not given to us by the Son of God, himself God and the Word of God? Could any man by himself have discovered such language? Did not the Hail Mary come from the mouth of the angel, spoken, then, in the speech of heaven; and what Elizabeth, ‘filled with the Spirit,’ added, was that not a response to the first meeting with the incarnate God?”

Among other things, this passage explained to me why the Rosary is so popular. For it is almost entirely composed of these God-given prayers to help us in our need. Why worry about aridity or “experience” when we can resort to the Rosary when contemplative prayer seems to fail? Of course, Balthasar did bluntly assert in the first paragraph that prayer is something more than stereotyped formulas, and the Rosary is often considered to fall into just that formulaic rut. But as the book progressed, Balthasar explained that by interiorizing the Our Father and Hail Mary, one gradually learns to make use of the key privilege of prayer, what the New Testament calls parresia.

  posted by TS @ 11:02  
 

 
FFL

There's been some discussion/recussion concerning the group "Feminists for Life", sometimes with a whiff that it is somehow less orthodox than your typical right to life group. Judge Roberts' wife served in an official capacity for FFL and David Brooks of the NY Times tries to use that to suggest Roberts is more moderate for it: "he's not a holy warrior, and his wife is active in the culturally heterdox Feminists for Life". 

I support FFL but I hope it doesn't make me less a holy warrior (a tag I'm unworthy of but to which I aspire). I see FFL as the more loving way of framing the argument. Being pro-life is truly win/win - both mother and baby win if an abortion is avoided - and FFL emphasizes that point instead of buying into the false premise of pitting mother against baby. I see FFL not as a repudiation of groups like the American Life League but the culmination or the fruition, or at the least complementary. Of course, Sister Christer supports FFL so I might be wrong. :-)

  posted by TS @ 23:01  
July 22, 2005 

 
Writing

I was thinking about something I wrote not too long ago, a story about a woman who celebrates her birthday daily (a metaphor for what Christians must do – celebrate their baptisms daily) when it occurred to me that one of the more explicable reasons to write poetry or short stories is to invent something that someone hasn’t invented before. That’s not to say that what we write will be unique, since there is nothing new under the sun, but it will seem unique to us in the way a tribe in New Guinea might re-invent something we take for granted. Maybe it would take a mountain of reading to find that particular paragraph or story for which we hunger. What we say may leave 99.99% of humanity cold but if it warms our hearts it somehow seems an invention were inventing. Perhaps it's as simple as the creative juxtaposition of two words... Unfortunately, writers as a group are an extremely unimpressive lot. The Venn diagram of saints and writers wouldn't have much overlap. The inventions of the most inventive writers - Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Greene, Joyce - aren't worth a bucket of warm spit if it didn't bring them closer to Christ.

  posted by TS @ 22:33  
 

 
H & H


Paysage Irlandais - oil; Guy Chevallier

Well yesterday was the annual 25-mile bike ride through the hills and vales of southwestern Ohio, traveling along bike paths to towns so far from the madding interstates they approach invisibility (without ever quite reaching it). 

Did I bury the lead? Have I not yet mentioned it was hot outside? They say it's not the heat, it's the humidity, but is this really either/or? Can I get an "and"? It felt like the sun was superglued to my hat, so inescapable was she. And the humidity! Oy vey! The combination was Dante-ian.

But we were glad to have the sun because Ohio has been under the remnants of Hurricane Dennis for lo these many days. Worse than having rain or clouds is not being able to complain about it, but I have Florida readers and they would rightly find such complaints scandalous. It's almost as obscene as an American complaining to a Russian about a lack of economic opportunity. So into a each life a little rain must fall but spare me the remnants of 'canes. 

One of the great delights of the annual bike ride is to find these small little towns. I would rather see a small Ohio town for the first time than most large cities, for large cities come with crowds and noise and sensation overload. The trail led to a new, good-sized library and we wondered if it was a mirage. The tiny town of Cedarville (reminiscent of Hooterville) has a nice new library? Population 3,828? Looked to be about ten books per resident. 

Cedarville, like all small towns, has a main street called "Main Street" and, like all small towns, can be found almost immediately. And we stopped at various places along it, like the historic Opera house, built in 1886. The Opera house is registered as a national historic landmark (some verbiage like that, you can't expect me to read those signs), and so I was stunned when I found the door unlocked. Got to love small towns where even their treasures are unfettered. We walked in and wandered up the staircase to...to...a room the size of the modern McMansion's bedroom! Okay I exaggerate. Still, they shouldn't call this the Cedarville Opera House but rather the Cedarville Opera Family Room. And I thought how odd it would be to go to a play or movie here and know most of the people there. I go to a play or movie in Columbus and will, of course, know no one there. Of course, it doesn't reflect well on me that I usually consider that a good thing. Small towns are certainly a different world. 

We continued up (down?) Main Street to the top of the hill, where all churches ought to be, and where stood a gigantic Baptist church, a Methodist church and a very old Presbyterian church. (Hearing Cedarville was dry, we safely assumed there were no Catholic churches in the area. Ha.)

The Baptist church promised more on the outside than delivered in the inside. The church proper was an auditorium. But they do do air conditioning well. I moved to the more interesting Presbyterian church, built in the 1800s, with the first pastor installed in 1829. This church looked like a church on the inside, with vaulting ceiling and lots of dark wood. But oddly, the "altar" was filled with life-size (and larger) Disney character cut-outs from The Lion King. There was something oddly humorous about the disjoint between the old and the new, sacred and secular. Despite my self-pledge to avoid metaphors ('I am Bill W. and I am a metaphorholic') one could see it as a symbol of where some churches have gone wrong - as a desperate "please love us! We're cute & cuddly!".

I walked back to the entrance where there was a mini-museum. Glass cases held beautiful old books with quiet, restful bindings. There was an aging bible and an old notebook with parishioner contributions. And there was a framed picture of a 19th century national woman's guild thanking this church's women for contributing the princely sum of twenty dollars. Similarly parsimonious will today's thousand dollar contribution eventually look. The large certificate of gratitude contained the photos of about a dozen women and I was struck by how uniformly homely Victorian women look. At first I think surely it's just their hair style and clothes but it seemed they just don't look that good facially either. And yet I'm sure they were a fine-looking bunch to the men of their time. Just another of life's little mysteries. 

We stopped at the "Beans 'n Creams" coffee shop for a beer lemonade and a sandwich. I got a chocolate shake too. It was surreally good. Just other-worldly.

Then it was back on the bike trail, that long black roadway breasted by beeches and birches, thistles and Queen Anne's lace. Every once in a while we'd view paradisiacal homes nestled on hillocks with long porches aching for rocking chairs. *sigh*. I console myself that living there can't be nearly as good as imagining living there.

Since I'm no Lance Armstrong, biking twenty-five miles under an azure sky makes me sleepy. On the drive home I find myself falling asleep. But thankfully I discover anew that beginning to drive off the road is a powerful stimulative. After that there are no problems. 

Oddly, energy usage begets energy usage, so once at home I take the dog a walk and tidy up the house a bit. Later that evening, I slept the sleep of the dead. 



Cedarville Opera House; object is smaller than it appears

  posted by TS @ 08:46  
 

 
Poetry Friday


Oh To Be Shootin' The Breeze With Barney Fife

The weight of issues
the sturm & drang
the manipulations and gesticulations
i'll move you, you'll move me ---

I hope we can get to the small talk.


High Naturale

'Eye hath not seen nor ear heard'
is the language of the psychedelic
but this drug won't corrupt
its ecstasy is Physician-directed. 


pre-Vatican I*

How perfect, 
I think,
that the Church could act infallibly
without yet knowing it
like an infant with powers
she could not yet conceive,
like the Baptized still struggling
in the land of bereaved, 
showing in growth
their dependence on Him.

* - Inspired by Pontifications' Swimming the Tiber, or How I Came To Love Infallibility

  posted by TS @ 06:45  
 

 
Potter...Rove....Rove...Potter

Never has so much been made about so little concerning these two characters. Given current evidence, they both seem harmless to me.

  posted by TS @ 10:29  
July 21, 2005 

 
Gratitude is Elusive

Tom has been studying the Great Flood and it occurred to me that it seems as if God is constantly trying to cultivate gratefulness in human beings. 

To greater appreciate the covenant given to Noah (i.e. the blessing of fruitfulness despite man's sin) there had to be a cursing of unfruitfulness due to man's sin (the Flood).

To better appreciate the NT there is the OT. 

To appreciate Grace, there is Law.

To better appreciate Heaven, we have earth.

While earth, the Law, the Old Testament (I won't say the Flood) are good things, we don't seem to be able to appreciate gifts except through their denial, or at least through a kind of "relational assignation". 

My father came home from work and whenever our mother would talk about how stressful his job was he would remind her and us of the poverty in China. I came to find that that was not just a platitude with him. He kept that in mind. He reminded himself that his job was not stressful comparatively speaking. (I'm not sure who the Chinamen coming home from a slave labor camp could compare his situation to.)

  posted by TS @ 10:20  
 

 
Understanding Styles

Interesting link via Amy's blog on the difference between "winter" and "summer" Christians.

  posted by TS @ 08:56  
 

 
Watching the Boob Tube

On Imus this morning non-Catholic NY Times editorialist David Brooks made an interesting observation:
"You look at the chief Democrats on the Judiciary Committee, you've got Biden, you've got Leahy, you've got Kennedy, you've got Durbin - all Catholics - and you look at the attention-grabbers on the court - Scalia, Thomas are Catholics, Roberts is a Catholic, and so sometimes I think that this whole thing is an argument between different types of Catholics. So I think it'll be interesting little dispute about what sort of Catholic Church we should have."
Meanwhile over on O'Reilly, Bill says that the reason pro-aborts are so rabidly pro-abort because "deep down they know the destruction of a fetus is problematic", so they need "affirmation".

  posted by TS @ 20:06  
July 20, 2005 

 
Stuck in the '90s

Fox News analyst William Crystal called Bush's pick "bold" because Roberts wasn't a woman or Hispanic. And I thought: gosh how touchingly anachronistic.

Identity politics is so '90s. Nobody much cares about race or gender anymore. White conservatives love Justice Thomas and black liberals hate him. If Condi Rice was a liberal Democrat, Hillary Clinton would look like a red-headed stepchild by comparison, so fawning would be the mainstream press. 

Wars tend to concentrate the mind. No one cared that Lincoln was homely or that FDR was disabled. And we're involved in not only the hot war in Iraq but the culture war. And in a foxhole you don't care what the race, gender or ethnicity of your fellow soldier is, but only whether they can do the job.

~
Update: Today's chuckle is provided by Jeff Miller: 
Thank you President Bush for selecting Judge Roberts, someone who actually believes in the Constitution as it was written. I know for myself if I ever saw a living Constitution I would get out my Holy Water and dowse it generously.
Now them's good comedy. First (to use an odious phrase) he's thinking outside the box. I've heard the phrase "living Constitution" so long that it no longer registers, I could on longer see the words-as-image the way Jeff did. I also like the word 'generously' at the end. "I would get out my Holy Water and dowse it" would work but "generously" gives the joke its proper inflection of exaggeration. The joke is also effective by its placement. He begins with "More evidence that George W. Bush is different than his father..." and we think that this will be serious post, but then the joke appears and lands all the more humorously for its unexpectedness.

  posted by TS @ 08:41  
 

 
Valley of Tears

"I weep for you, as Jazer weeps, O vines of Sibmah." - Jer 48:32
I wonder why 
so many Marian statues
are said to be weeping.

I want to say:
‘cheer up Mary,
you’re in Heaven!'

It's not like the commercials
where the sportsman smiles, 
says 'I'm going to Disney World!'

She cries the tears
her son had asked
‘Do not weep for me, 
weep for your children’

We are her children.


* 

Religious sentiment, they say,
is the partner of pornography--
"sensation for sensation’s sake"
to quote the late Flannery O'.

But oh it's not so with Mary
where sentiment isn't sentimental
emotions aren't chimeras
and love is real.

  posted by TS @ 07:27  
 

 
                  

I am giving up blogging pretty much. Still, I think people ought to read my stuff even if I don't write it. 

- Bill Luse of Apologia; my sentiments exactly

I frequently recommend The Habit of Being as rather essential spiritual reading. I gave a copy to my mother a couple of years before she died, and a few months before she passed away, she told me how tremendously helpful and meaningful the book had been. 

- Amy Welborn

I'd binked and bonked around the Summa [Theologica] for years, and then by reading Fr. Farrell's Companion [to the Summa] realized . . . that God actually wants me to be happy. Now why, exactly, God allows people like me, who go about living as though He doesn't want them to be happy, to exist is (somewhat) another subject. The point is that if you're one of us, if you admire the Summa -- either in an abstract "will-have-to-go-there-someday" manner as one might admire the Taj Mahal or Proust's Remembrance of Things Past, or in a confused "gee-I-know-the-Summa-but-don't-think-God-wants-me-to-be-happy" way -- you ought to read Fr. Farrell's Commentary. You can find it online here. Or, if you want an even shorter version, pick up My Way of Life, which is a kind of prose-poem Fr. Farrell helped write about the Thomist view of the universe. 

- Secret Agent Man

Look at nudies on the memorial of St. Maria Goretti? Never! Not that I look at nudies on any of the other 364 days of the year, of course. (To this day, I don't know what those images of Graham Faulkner look like.) This story just happens to be a great introduction to the point I want to make about Sta. Maria Goretti: she shames me into choosing the good.

-Enbrethiel of Sancta Sanctis

The Kolbe medal that I'd taken to wearing around my neck suddenly made me feel a little embarrassed. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but it struck me that, if I were to meet Kolbe, he'd find it sadly amusing that I was wearing his image rather than Mary's. Kolbe pointed to Mary—it seemed awkward that I should merely point to him....Last Sunday, I made the trip up to the Church of Notre Dame at Columbia University, a beautiful church with a lovely service. Afterwards, over refreshments, I noticed a parishioner was wearing the Miraculous Medal, and I asked her where I could get one. A young man who was standing nearby with his wife immediately proffered me a Miraculous Medal he'd apparently been carrying for just such an opportunity. It took me a moment to process that he was actually giving me the medal. Then I thanked him and took it happily. It was one of those magical moments of serendipity. 

- Dawn Eden of "The Dawn Patrol"

Dawn Eden earlier this week posted a story about NARAL picketing outside of a crisis-pregnancy center with signs such as "FAKE CLINIC."...Their carrying signs that said "FAKE CLINIC" is especially ironic. Aborturaries don't offer medical services that perform healing. They don't heal what is broken, rather they kill both the life of the child and as a consequence do serious damage to the psychological health of the mother and can cause other possible medical side effect. A clinic where you are worse off when you came out then when you went in is by definition a "FAKE CLINIC." 

- Jeff of Curt Jester 

I have always hated domestic work, especially cooking and cleaning the kitchen. The kitchen is where I most felt like an unappreciated martyr. I started by bringing it to the confessional, and that helped some. But the greatest graces came when I offered up cooking more often and focussing on the kitchen for my lenten offerings. I began by placing a Crucifix on the window above the sink, so that whenever I felt like a martyr, I would remember what Jesus did for me. My husband tells me my kitchen is turning into a church, but he doesn't complain about the meals and cleanliness there now. As for me, I really enjoy cooking and cleaning for my family now--I offer a lot of it up for them and feel joyfully buoyant doing it! As for the idea of acting our way into feelings, I think that this is why we talk about love being an act of the will. Too many people divorce when the feeling of love first deserts us. They never make it to the stage where you have to think about why you first loved your spouse, and then take the initiative to treat him with the same joyful, loving spirit you did in the beginning, even if the feeling isn't yet there. Nagging and complaining will never bring the love back, but loving him usually will. The fact that the love is greater and stronger than ever is something too few couples realize anymore. 

- commenter on Sr. Lorraine's site

Welcome to the reader who reached this site searching for "Catholic Church prostitute 15 century florence monday". Sorry, but I've only dealt with that topic as it pertains to Tuesdays, not Mondays. 

- Greg the Obscure

This Harry Potter jazz makes me conclude that it's a race between the libs and the cons as to who wants the Index of Forbidden Books back in action.The libs can have something either to ignore or to insult. The cons can have extra ammo to act like know-it-all goon squad cops (whose help was never asked). God bless the "Caelum et Terra" crew. That was a welcome journal. It was like a good chill pill after a hard swallow of something in either "Crisis" or "The National Catholic Reporter". 

- Fr. Shawn O'Neal on Amy's blog

I still sometimes think of poverty in [a] positivist way: I assume that it will breed crime and often blame it for many of society's other problems. Such a view implies that money can solve everything--which anyone can tell you it has no power to do...What I'm saying is that I wouldn't fault anyone who let desperate economic realities sway their moral choices. This is precisely why I'm in such awe of those who don't let desperate economic realities sway their moral choices.Sta. Maria Goretti puts me to shame not just because she said no to a particular grave sin, but because it is obvious that she had a habit of saying no to sin on principle. 

- Enbrethiel of Sancta Sanctis

  posted by TS @ 22:16  
July 19, 2005 

 
Bait 'n Switch

I jumped the gun on that last post. As a strategy to distract extremists it was pretty effective. (I wish the Prez & his staff were as good at planning for the aftermath of war as they are at winning elections and announcing Supreme Court nominees.)

John Roberts appears to be no Scalia or Thomas, but the bench folks seem to think he's a good choice. His wife has served as executive vice president for Feminists for Life, which can't be a bad sign.

  posted by TS @ 21:00  
 

 
Judge Clement to Get the Nod?

Red State.org seems to think so. 

The fact that we don't know much about her speaks volumes. It represents a remarkable capitulation on the part of the President if she's nominated because it illustrates a spectacular double-standard.

Democrat presidents can nominate judges with paper trails who support abortion and who are not particularly attractive (see Ruth Bader Ginsberg). Republican Presidents have to slink around and find someone without a paper trail who is photogenic and by one report called Roe v. Wade settled law.

Certainly Bush would be hewing to the letter, if not the spirit, of what he promised - she's said to be a strict constructionist. But when you have a Republican Senate and a two-term Republican president, you just have to shake your head to see the President out skulking about in the bushes looking for a woman who won't offend Arlen Spector and Teddy Kennedy. It's really pathetic.

  posted by TS @ 11:42  
 

 
Need Some Good News? 

Go here!

  posted by TS @ 09:47  
 

 
On The Glories of Nature & Why Southerners Make Good Writers

Letter from Reid Buckley to his brother William F. Buckley, as printed in National Review:


Walking a country lane and simply looking about one can be among the most rewarding experiences available to us in this vale of tears. Have you noticed the lyre-shaped sparkleberry tree at the head of the Pasillo, the tall, handsome hickory by the Plazuela de la Lealtad that looks as though it was at one time circled in chains, the trailing arbutus on the path entering the Peninsula, the birdsfoot violets and wild iris across the Big Pond? I can always tell a farmer when I receive his visit. His eyes take in everything, and he will say, "I notice you’ve put out milo where you had browntop millet last year. Any reason?"

I remember Icky Guy remarking to me how it is that southerners, who may not visit a book other than the Bible twice in their lives, yet turn out a disproportionate number of our country’s finest novelists, or used to. He explained the phenomenon by saying that southerners prefer to live their lives directly and intensely, as a personal experience, rather than derivatively — wasting their time buried in a book. But when they are called on, or feel the impulse, to write, they pour into their writing all that passionate and closely observed devotion to the land. 

...The profound pleasure of nature is cost-free but jealous. It will not brook competition; requires total concentration. The trick is this: Keep the ego from intruding. Let the glory and balm of nature flood into your soul, in silence. Harken to nature. Sieve it through your eyes, suck it in through your nose and mouth (and pray that you do not suck in a deer fly at this season). Let your whole being float in what surrounds you, and shut up. Shut up! Do not talk, even if it kills you to keep silence. Do not even think, if you can avoid that. Nothing you may think or say is of the least importance to the cosmos. You will not be here for long; nature is here forever.

  posted by TS @ 09:28  
 

 
Funny

A Paul Harvey joke:

There are three types of people. Those who can count and those who can't.

  posted by TS @ 09:14  
 

 
Recognizing Muslims Are Different

Jonah Goldberg, as usual, gets it:
The scandal wasn’t that there was a "backlash" against the Muslim community. It is that there wasn’t more of a backlash within the Muslim community. We now know that the attackers were British born and raised Muslims. Yet there’s precious little evidence that the Muslim community is eager to turn on the enemy within with any admirable enthusiasm.

This is a recipe for unmitigated disaster. Obviously, it makes terrorism more likely. And it also makes precisely the sort of climate the press and moderate Muslims fear most. If normal Muslims can’t be counted on to turn on terrorists in their midst, how can a nation avoid taking measures that will seem unfair to normal Muslims? Already nine out of ten Brits support sweeping new powers for the police. If jihadis can hide among the larger Muslim population, it’s obvious that the larger Muslim population will come under greater scrutiny. The logic of the cancer cell kicks in, and even more young Muslims feel “oppressed” and the number of jihadis will grow.
Our mutual dependence is shown by the fact that we must wait for Muslims to get their act together in order for there to be fewer terrorist acts. And the mainstream media isn't doing us any favors -- rather than shaming Muslims they encourage the further production of imaginary chips on their shoulders. I suppose even if the Western media woke up and started calling a spade a spade (i.e. if the BBC & NY Times headquarters were hit) the Middle East would cling even tighter to Al Jazeera. The plain fact is that Western culture is skeptical of itself while Muslim culture is extremely self-confident. We do have a lot in common in that regard: we blame the West first and they blame the West first. Looks like we're in for a long wait.

Speaking of differences, came across an article on Christian-Muslim relations on the website of a humanitarian papal agency titled The Vocabulary of Dialogue. It's a good look at how we lose something in translation and how sometimes semantics can make a big difference:
One of the more interesting areas for the study of semantic fields is in words for color. Every language I know of has words for color. The healthy human eye sees the colors of the spectrum and names them. Nothing seems more natural or self-evident – the sky is blue and the grass is green. So there. What is interesting is that it is not so self-evident, especially at the “boundaries” of colors, where the semantic field of the word for a color in one language is broader or more constricted than the corresponding word in another language.

Two examples: When asked the color of dried, dead grass most English speakers will say that it is brown. Germans will say that it is gelb, yellow. When asked the color of a frost-covered field, most Germans will say that it is grau, grey, while most English speakers will say the field is white. It is clear that both the German and English speaker are looking at the same phenomenon. It is not that one sees one thing and the other sees something else. It is the case, however, that the semantic field of the English word yellow does not usually cover dead grass and the English word grey has a semantic field that does not cover the color of a frost covered field. The semantic fields of the German gelb and grau, however, do not cover this phenomenon, despite the fact that we often translate them as “yellow” and “grey” respectively.

This may seem like an interesting, but basically useless, piece of information, scarcely relevant, if at all, for the Catholic-Muslim Dialogue. However, I do not think that is the case at all. Roman Catholic Christianity, Protestant Christianity and a good part of Orthodox Christianity developed their vocabulary over centuries in Greek... 

Simply put, if at the beginning of the Catholic-Muslim dialogue a great deal of energy was spent– and rightly so – on "how you are like me," the mature dialogue must eventually spend a great deal of energy on understanding "how you are not like me."
UPDATE: More from Lofted Nest...and from Daniel Pipes: Is Allah God?

  posted by TS @ 07:42  
 

 
Memes Happen

Summer meme makes me feel fine,
blowin' through the jasmine in my mind...

Elena has tagged me with what looks to be the world's longest meme:

What I was doing 10 years ago: eating pizza?

5 years ago: probably watching that I Dream of Jeannie episode where Tony yells "Jeannie!!...Jeannie!!" multiple times

1 year ago: I'll take Blogging for $500 Alex

Yesterday: Mass, read McCullough's account and analysis of Truman's decision to drop the atomic bombs (fascinating read), grilled out shish-ke-bobs (actually my stepson did the cooking), drank two beers, mediated a family quarrel, hiked four miles.

5 Snacks I enjoy:
Ding Dongs
King Dons
Life cereal
Oreo's with new chocolate center
grapes

5 songs I know all the words to:
Take Me Out to the Ballgame
Billy, Don't Be a Hero
Star Spangled Banner
Take Our Bread
The Impossible Dream from Man of La Mancha

5 things I would do with $100 million dollars:
Unstrap our financially-strapped Byzantine Church 
Buy a kayak for Darby Creek wanderings
Donate to my Catholic high school
Ditto Elena, back to school for theology/history and/or literature
Acquire ten acres out in the country

5 locations which I would like to visit:
Jerusalem
Germany
Rome
Medjugorje
Mexico

5 bad habits I have:
too much internet
trouble on the greens & off the tee (chip well)
too much dependence on self
laziness
answering memes

5 things I like doing
reading
writing
listening to music
beer drinking
biking

5 things I would never wear:
a lampshade
Speedos
an earring
a man bro
Bill Clinton-length running shorts 

5 TV shows I like:
24
The Apprentice
The Munsters
BookTV's "In Depth"
Franciscan University Presents

5 biggest joys of the moment:
beauty of summer
the Mass
a plethora of great books to read
seeing my previously liberal stepson donating to the Cato Institute
the Sox are in town when I go to visit Boston o'er Labor day! Yea!

5 favorite toys:
Tivo
my 'puter
lawn tractor
my dvd player
cell phone

And these from Bill of Summa Minutiae (for once, living up to his blog name):

What are the last three things that made you sweat?
Reading in backyard sun on Sunday
Hike in woods Sunday
Cleaning house on Saturday

As far as tagging people, consider this an open invitation. I wouldn't want to be responsible for furthering a possible internet addiction. :-)

  posted by TS @ 18:24  
July 18, 2005 

 
Bumper Stickers

Jeff Culbreath is looking for a few good bumper stickers. Which reminds me of a SUV I saw recently with a Marine Corps sticker beside another that said, "Martyrs or Marines? Who do you think is going to get the virgins?"

  posted by TS @ 11:20  
 

 
It's Intended to be Win-Win

I often forget that we're to thank God both in good times and in bad. This is a "win/win" situation: when times are going well we thank God for it and when times are not going well suffering offers us an opportunity to become closer to Him & so we thank Him. A saint once wrote "what's it to you whether you come to Heaven by way of the fields or the desert?".

But our lives are not all desert nor all field. And the difficulty is quickly accepting the desert after enjoying the field. To use a trivial example, if I'm involved in doing something and my wife asks me to help her do some cleaning or some other task. To switch gears, as it were. Similarly a weekend that looks free and then suddenly I'm told there's a third straight gathering with the in-laws. To smile and thank God seems a foreign concept while I'm out playing in the field (both literally and figuratively).

Some try to avoid re-entry difficulties by attempting to make life all field or all desert. The former is much more common of course, but there are remnants of the latter such as the stripping of physical beauty from churches, or such as shown by the way some denominations forbid drinking, gambling and dancing.

  posted by TS @ 08:04  
 

 
A Shocker

The conversation had the same quality we'd been having for years but this time with a shocking twist for an ending. (Though perhaps she's just more honest than most?)

Her goal is temporal happiness and to avoid suffering, and so there's always a wrestling between her and God.

"Look at the way he treats his friends- the Jews, the Irish, His Son!"

I had no answer. This didn't seem to be an opportune time to mention Pascal's line that "every conversion is a sentence" or quote the writer Paul Claudel: "No one can foretell where the demands of God, which the Scriptures tell us are harsher than Hell, will stop. Small wonder that your flesh shudders where so many of the greatest saints have trembled before you."

I'd certainly tried St. Paul, who said that God never gives us more than we can bear. 

She asked me to pray for something concerning a mutual loved one.

"I'll pray that God's will be done."

"No! Don't pray for that!"

"What? You're kidding right."

"No, I never pray for that."

I should've asked her how she makes it through the Our Father. But I also realized anew the natural end of apologetics, that point at which only Love can take somebody. There's a gospel account of Our Lord saying that it's better to do something after saying you won't do it, than saying you will and not doing it. I hope and pray she's in the former category.

  posted by TS @ 07:45  
 

 
Negative Aspects of Blogging

Inspired by the news that Hilary of Fiat is leaving the blogosphere...

1) Dysutopian responses common

Being called a jackass in print, without the ameliorating gestures of tone and body language, often triggers negative emotions in the receiver. 

2) Inoculative effects of tiny doses of fame are, in fact, not inoculative.

It is been shown that the negative impacts of fame on the human psyche are not only not avoided by tiny doses of fame but instead these trigger only the desire for greater fame. Site statistics are to bloggers what the Coke bottle was to the Aborigines in The Gods Must Be Crazy.

3) Words as plumage 

Inappropriate mating rituals can occur. The male blogger engages in preening activities such as aggressive behavior in comment boxes in order to secure admiring glance of female readers. 

4) Taboo Breaking

Saying that which cannot be said can be hellaciously appealing. This most often takes the form of profligate usage of cuss words. 

5) Disproportionate Time Spent Polishing Posts of Utter Insignificance

Here the blogger revises and extends his remarks as if they're appearing in the Congressional Record. (Note: since most blogs have more readers than the Congressional Record, this is not necessarily irrational behavior.)

6) Rise of "blog coaches" a sure sign of the Apocalypse

Lavishly paid consultants known colloquially as "blog coaches" provide ideas for posts, analyze content for audience appeal, counsel on when to use "that" versus "which". (Ok, I made this one up.)

  posted by TS @ 07:36  
 

 
St. Thomas Aquinas on "Whether prayer should last a long time?"
Now the quantity of a thing should be commensurate with its end, for instance the quantity of the dose should be commensurate with health. And so it is becoming that prayer should last long enough to arouse the fervor of the interior desire: and when it exceeds this measure, so that it cannot be continued any longer without causing weariness, it should be discontinued. Wherefore Augustine says (ad Probam. Ep. cxxx): "It is said that the brethren in Egypt make frequent but very short prayers, rapid ejaculations, as it were, lest that vigilant and erect attention which is so necessary in prayer slacken and languish, through the strain being prolonged. By so doing they make it sufficiently clear not only that this attention must not be forced if we are unable to keep it up, but also that if we are able to continue, it should not be broken off too soon." And just as we must judge of this in private prayers by considering the attention of the person praying, so too, in public prayers we must judge of it by considering the devotion of the people. 

  posted by TS @ 14:56  
July 16, 2005 

 
Wow

Lefty Richard Cohen takes on lefties (talk about a man bites dog story): 
Whatever it is that explains how thugs on the left remain heroes long after their thuggery has been exposed has now attached itself in a way to Saddam Hussein. I don't think he is quite ready for T-shirts or coffee mugs, but when the war in Iraq is denounced, Hussein is often not mentioned at all. Michael Moore managed to leave him on the cutting room floor in his cartoon of a documentary, "Fahrenheit 9/11," and he gets similar (non)treatment in the upcoming documentary "Why We Fight." From these and other sources you would think that the nature of Hussein and his regime had nothing to do with the decision to go to war. But Hussein figured prominently, even paramountly, in why some of us originally supported the war and why some people still do. The man is a beast.

It's hard, in a mere column, to account for why parts of the left have such a selective concern for human rights -- in one place but not another. 
via Two Sleepy Mommies

  posted by TS @ 14:51  
 

 
Let's Play...

..."what's on my lampstand" - a new meme as tagged by Steven Riddle. First, a lamp -imagine that! I bet precious few lampstands are without one. Also a clock radio, Lit of the Hours, 3 remotes, "Lamentations & Exaggerations", a Pieta statue and "Letters & Diaries of John Henry Newman Vol. XXVII".

Update: I'm supposed to tag people. Bill of Apologia fame because he can make a boring subject interesting. MamaT. Smock Mama. And two others (decide amongst yourselves) are free to join in the fun.

  posted by TS @ 14:31  
 

 
Pipe Me A Tune

It's so odd how one day the Makem Brothers can sound lachrymose, gluttonously sweet, and Mr. Rogers simple. And the next I can’t get enough of them. I’ve played the cd twice and it strikes some primeval nerve. I can feel again the magic in the strumming of the bodhran - somebody call the Cheiftains!

I'm homesick for Ireland so play me nothing but songs of Eire. I miss the old sod and old poems and the hint of sea dust in the air. I miss the medieval maps with the crypto-familiar names; Connaught, Mayo, Donnegal, Slivo. I hunger for a bit of the west wind's spray against my face, the froth of salt sea against my neck, the rush of white sail flying over the rhythmic blue.
Cén t-ainm atá ort

Oh sean behean-bhoct!
lined with your ancient names
sing, you creasing Shannon,
you weather-beaten land
flood me with your Inis’s
hide me in your Croagh’s
your Ard Mor’s 
and your Eochaill’s,
find me in your Loch’s.

Flee back to thee,
Tongue, sound the ancient chord!
Tá mé i mo chónaí i 
Bíonn gach duine go lách
go dtéann bó ina gharraí
An dtuigeann tú?
Is dóigh liom
Buíochas le Dia!

  posted by TS @ 10:57  
 

 
His hair is like a mop
drawing swirls of blood
footholds for Heaven seekers
each smear a saving torrent
containing a thousand Floods.

His feet are bound and tied
split by the hard iron
of human stubbornness,
while from His ribs
issue the water & blood
of Adam’s new bride.

  posted by TS @ 10:55  
 

 
Sea Songs, Shanties, & Poetry

Excellent sea shanty resource: 

Cape Cod girls ain't got no combs
     Haul away, haul away
They brush their hair with codfish bones
     And we're bound away for Australia
Also came across this retrospective of sea bard George Mackay Brown, including poems of tribute here, here and here. 


Whereas, when it blows from the West — which is after all, the airt it loves best — it brings music and magic to us, seal songs and the breath of mermaids and the merry splurge and dance of whales. And more, it brings aromas of the magic isle in the west, that people have known was there for thousands of years. The Gaelic-speakers called it Tir-nan-Og (which means ‘the land of the young’). Once we’re there, believe me, Gypsy, we'll never be old and sick and weary — for pussies there’ll be a silver fish on a plate every day, and a nice stone – emerald or lapis lazuli — to sit on always in the sun, and no dogs and no bad-tempered householders who ‘shoo’ pussies off their doorsteps. There, in Tir-nan-Og, even the East wind is gentle and full of scents and sweet sounds. ---George Mackay Brown 
Excerpt from "A Cairn for George Mackay Brown" by A.G. Boobier
5,000 years ago
a stone
HURLED
from Vestafiold

§

it BROKE the upsurge
of the Atlantic breakers

held aloof the raw salt wind
at Skara Brae

dug into black earth
held limpets kelp
became sepulchre and home
to fishermen and farmers...

§

it FELL among brothers sisters
who danced in the round
with the Beltane sun
and the two waters
at Brodgar

  posted by TS @ 14:18  
July 15, 2005 

 
Pottergate 2005

Mark Felt: "Follow the Quidditch ball"

Media: "What did the Pope know, and when did he know it?"

JK Rowling as Dick Nixon: "You won't have Harry Potter to kick around anymore!"

  posted by TS @ 13:04  
 

 
My Talking Points    - prompted by a post on Amy's blog

My take has always been that if the Iraq War was unjust, then the Gulf War was unjust because the Iraq war was a continuation caused by ceasefire violations. If the Iraq War began two months instead of ten years after Hussein began violations fewer would've a problem with it. The time lag bothered most even though, ironically, that time (coupled with economic sanctions) was given to Hussein in order to help avoid war.

Ignoring the ceasefire agreement was certainly a viable option, at the risk of rendering future ceasefires meaningless and thus encouraging other rogue states. Not to mention encouraging Hussein himself. One has to measure that price against the dear price of engagement.

So, is it worse to be unpredictable (in the sense of sometimes enforcing or hewing to agreements and sometimes not) or to be predictable (i.e. having the world know where we stand and how we'll react)? A Ryne Duren or a Greg Maddox?

I should read more on how World War I started. Was it that the major powers were too predictable or not predictable enough? My impression is that key countries had 'set points' which if triggered automatically sent them to war. Was it that the set points were far too trivial for what was to become an unimaginably brutal war? Or was it that their triggers for war weren't communicated or taken seriously?

I see I've asked too many questions to call this my "talking points".

  posted by TS @ 10:44  
 

 
Das Hoot

    A new form of blogger comedy has been discovered over at the Corner. Basically you pick out Broadway shows and tweak the names and stories for comedic effect. 

~

Sound of Moo Sick - a fish-out-of-water comedy about a city slicker in the country dealing with an ill bovine (based on a story by Jeff Culbreath) 

Breast Side Story - Young mom sues city for failure to allow her to public breastfeed

My Fair Katie - musical in which William F. Buckley takes a bet that he can turn Katie Couric into a conservative and pass her off at the Heritage Foundation's annual ball

A Soros Line - millionaire George Soros tries singing and dancing rather than throwing money at those mischievous American voters

Hello Folly - tragic docudrama starring young actress marrying a famous actor/Scientologist 

Beat Me in St. Louis - comedy starring the Reds playing those unbeatable St. Louis Cardinals

A Funny Thing Happened On the Way to the Sorghum - city uses eminent domain to take small farmer's land in order to build strip mall

Rant 'em at the Opera - counter-tribalist blogger sings rants against everything and everyone 

Glen Married Glen's Boss - woman leads forty-year old bachelor down the aisle - or he's fired!

The Lyin' King - the epic saga of filmmaker Michael Moore

Beauty and the Least - story of how in serving those who have the least Mother Teresa became the world's beauty

  posted by TS @ 07:38  
 

 
Summer Guide to Resisting Lust

It's summertime and that means a young, middle-aged, and an old man's thoughts turn to... the fact that women are wearing less clothes. Here are a few suggestions you may or may not find useful:

1) Re-direct your attention from the body to the face and hair. 

Sometimes you can't look away. (This is especially true when you're driving a car - for best results, look straight ahead.) But you can look at hair and face. Not only is that not felt on a glandular level (aesthetic only) but it also reminds you of her personhood and that she's not to be reduced to an object of pleasure.

2) Remember the words of the 23rd Psalm: "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want". Alternative readings: "I shall not lack" or "I shall not lack for any good thing". Feelings of desire and want can be discarded since how can we want if God promises we shall be satisfied? 

3) Praise God for his marvelous handiwork. Tell Him what an impressive job he did with her (sometimes this goes along the lines, 'perhaps too good'). This helps not only in helping us to step back and become outsiders rather than participants but also by invoking God we are given help.

4) Ask Mary to pray that we be given the grace to want to be chaste.

  posted by TS @ 07:11  
 

 
The Latin Mass

I received a book catalog with a quote (not my ellipsis) from Cardinal Ratzinger: "By incessantly inventing new Eucharistic prayers...we have sunk farther and farther into banality." And it occurred to me that there has been a rather large hole in my hit-and-miss education. I have little idea what a pre-Vatican II Mass consisted of. I've been to two Tridentine liturgies but in the distracting newness of it I didn't get a complete sense of what was actually being prayed.

If we are what we pray, then the Liturgy to some extent forms us. (Of course, you have to pray it to be formed by it and I've heard it said that few back in the '50s paid much attention to it and instead said their own prayers & private devotions.) But here the Church was formed for hundreds of years by a liturgy I was completely unfamiliar with! For history's sake alone I should have read the text of the Latin mass before. But fortunately, thanks to the miracle of the Internet, I was able to here.

The Mass seemed more expressive of our mutual dependence; there are more mentions of and prayers to the saints (and our dependence on God was expressed visually by the priest facing the same direction as the people). There was more focus on sinfulness of course. But oddly, given how clerical the pre-Vatican II church was and how the priest is seen as an altus Christus, there was an equality in the confessions of priest and people. The priest alone expresses sorrow for his sins, before God and the laity, offers an act of contrition and the parishioners respond, "May almighty God have mercy on you, forgive you all your sins, and bring you to everlasting life.". The laity then identically express their contrition and the priest responds with the same prayer asking God's forgiveness. 

Update: I found this interesting post.

  posted by TS @ 12:38  
July 14, 2005 

 
Rich

Scott Hahn's latest arrived in the mail yesterday and it is rich. Flipping at random, I read a sidebar on the historicity of the Flood, a common enough question in a scientific-minded age. There are also copious quotations from Church Fathers and the Catechism, including a long quote from Augustine's "City of God" concerning David & King Saul and how David's tremendous respect and solicitude for the unsavory Saul was due to Saul's annointing (Saul as 'The Lord's Christ'), which is inspiring example of seeing God where others don't.

I wish we'd had resources like this when I was young. At our Catholic high school we suffered through the heretical "Christ Among Us" (one that Amy Welborn especially loathes). We were also heavy into John Powell S.J.'s stuff, which is better that "Christ Among Us" but not nearly as rich as Hahn's. Newly reverted and feeling the zeal, a few years back I wrote our high school and chastized them for their mediocre Religion program. I received a very defensive reply. And I have more sympathy for them now. It's hard to know what you don't know, and I think they just didn't know any better. They thought they were doing the right thing and giving us the proper tools to evangelize ourselves and the world.

  posted by TS @ 11:48  
 

 
Just An Old-Fashioned Love Song?

I was at a place of great financial temptation leafing through the impressive Spiritual Formation Bible, a Protestant version but with Catholic-friendly Dallas Willard among its editors. I read the introduction to "The Song of Songs" and was a bit disappointed with Dallas.

The editors wrote that this book celebrates the physical love between a man and a woman only, end of story. They said it shows how this shows that the Church was wrong to hate the body and hate sex and wrong to allegorize this book for a thousand or more years. Either/or, not and/both. Compare and contrast to Ronald Witherup in The Bible Companion: 
The origin of some of the text might well be in secular love poetry from the ancient Near East, but its preservation in the Bible assures us that there is also a deeper meaning to appreciate...Interpreters through history have always appreciated deeper levels of the text. Rabbinic interpreers saw in this love relationship the symbol of God's covenantal love for Israel as his bride. Christian interpreters picked up on this deeper symbolism, seeing in the book the allegory of the relationship of Christ to his church.

  posted by TS @ 07:52  
 

 
Where I've Visited 



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  posted by TS @ 07:38  
 

 
What If They Had Met?   - new fiction

He was jowly from a long history of fast food washed down with cheap beer, but he still had his hair. The man across the table looked a mirror image but for being older and having less to offer a barber.

“So, how’s the karaoke circuit been treating ya?” asked the older man. 

“That ain’t fair. I’ve got some record deals brewing. And speakin' of brew, I ain't seen see yours at our QuikMart!”

“Well, that’s what you’re drinking partner. My fifteen minutes is over and it’s affecting sales.”

They sipped the beer and complained bitterly about the National Enquirer. 

“I don’t care what they say, it’s not what the rags think of us that matters, or the country or even the world. I've been given the promise dude. I remember it morning and night, every time I f—k up I remember the promise.” 

The older man shrugged and offered the younger a bowl of peanuts. They returned to a topic they had in common, their famous brothers. 

“They’re both smart as hell. If my brother had your brother’s discipline—“

“And if my brother had your brother’s charm —“

“They’d have ruled the world wouldn’t they of?”

"Like if chocolate met peanut butter."

A stranger walked up. “Don’t I know you?” he asked. 

“Prolly. I’m Roger Clinton, and this is Billy Carter.”

           ~

They parted company. On the jukebox a Patty Loveless song played...
After all my lonely nights
Without an end in sight
A morning shining bright for me awaits
Where the sweetest times will last
All's forgiven from the past

Someday I will
One day I know I will
Someday I will lead the parade

Though they've scattered through the years
Old friends will gather near
With nothing but the kindest words to say
And the sweetest times will last
All's forgiven from the past

Someday I will
One day I know I will
Someday I will lead the parade

And the sweetest times will last
All's forgiven from the past
Someday I will lead the parade

  posted by TS @ 07:28  
 

 
Stating the Obvious

Yogi Berra said that "baseball is ninety percent mental. The other half is physical." Similarly, in many ways war is ninety percent mental, or psychological. So Bush can't say that things are going poorly or moderately poorly in Iraq, if in fact they are. Nor can he, or should he, say anything negative about the sorry state of Islam & Muslim culture because that worsen the situation; it's often best for leaders to not state publicly the root of a problem.

Ultimately terrorists won't be defeated from without, but from within. That is, it won't end until Muslims finally begin to shame their bloodthirsty co-religionists. The biggest Muslim scandal today isn't Osama Bin Laden, but his enablers - the Muslim community. Where are the Muslim protest marches against Osama? Why haven't contributions to mosques fallen precipitously? And, as Tom Friedman of the Times mentioned, there was a fatwa calling for the death of a novelist, Salman Rushdie, but no fatwa issued by any prominent cleric against a mass murderer like Osama bin Laden or Al-Zawahiri. Sigh.


'Makes up stories! Great, horrible enemy! Must be killed!'        
  'Bombs embassies, kills civilians, a bit overzealous at times but all-around good guy. Tips his barber well.' 


UPDATE: a more definitive piece here, via Julie.

  posted by TS @ 16:14  
July 13, 2005 

 
    Spanning the Globe to Bring You the Constant Variety of Posts 

It's particularly easy to be snarky when blogging, because it feels like you're not really talking to anybody. Which is weird, given the fact that you're talking to everybody. - Karen Hall of "Some Have Hats"

In human affairs there is nothing from which he does not extract enjoyment, even from things that are most serious. If he converses with the learned and judicious, he delights in their talent, if with the ignorant and foolish, he enjoys their stupidity. He is not even offended by professional jesters. With a wonderful dexterity he accommodates himself to every disposition. As a rule, in talking with women, even with his own wife, he is full of jokes and banter. No one is less led by the opinions of the crowd, yet no one departs less from common sense. - Desiderius Erasmus on St. Thomas More, via Meredith of "Basia Me, Catholica Sum"

I can easily see how the nuclear family in and of itself tends to reduce family size. Having only one set of hands to care for baby is a massive job. Two sets of hands, is livable but hard. How having a grandparent, aunt, cousin, etc. around to help out makes a big boost in terms of restoring sanity to new parents. I'm certain this logic carries forward when adding further children to the mix, although after 2 I'm told economies of scale begin to kick in. I know there are many other factors influencing small family size -- including the expense of raising children in this culture and the death of the family wage for the married man. But that's my two cents for the night. - Olde Oligarch

I read somewhere that the outsourcing of manufacturing jobs was nearing its apex in America, but that outsourcing of service jobs was just beginning and would soon be having a huge impact. That rings true...Tonight, as I was out buying a pizza for dinner and fighting the long line at the carry-out at Pizza Hut, it occurred to me that outsourcing begins at home. I don't fix my own car anymore, don't even change my own oil anymore. I don't fix my own furnace, I don't even try. Someone came and replaced our doors and windows, we had our roof done by a firm -- my own father, at my age, would have spent his evenings doing all those things and my own mother would have spent the evening making dinner instead of us having carry-out. It's a changing world. - Rock of "Lofted Nest"

Here's a tip I learned long ago...and it works. First, remember: the commandment is to love your neighbors (including your enemies). It doesn't demand that you like them! So. About that SOB who is constantly telling you exactly what you're doing wrong with your life...or that total idiot who just cut you off in traffic...or that in-law who insists on telling you the proper way to raise your own children...or that [fill in the blank #*@(@*#&@ person]? Here's what you want to do: (I didn't make this up. A friend -- a holy person, actually -- clued me in on this one long ago.) Pray for the creep. (N.B. It's probably not a hot idea to use the word "creep" in your prayer.) Here's a prayer I often use: "Dear God, please put that so-and-so in a higher place than me in Your Heavenly Kingdom. Amen." That's it! - the inimitable Pewlady

Any discussions about the "practical" aspects of [early reception of the sacrament of Confirmation] must take a backseat to theology, and the mis-placement of confirmation oh, lo these many decades in many parts of the world has really been a travesty, and done great damage to a proper theological understanding of confirmation itself and the sacraments of initiation as a whole. And, turning to pragmatic considerations, anyway, as we've discussed here before, adolescent confirmation, shorn from its baptismal associations and proximity to Eucharist, by 10-15 years in the life of the one celebrating, has become, in practice, less a sacrament (in perception) than a ritualized sociological marker of, not Christian initiation, but initiation into adulthood (sort of), and, more practically, a tool for blackmail...go through this, and you won't have to go to religious ed any more. More common than you think. - Amy Welborn of "Open Book"

For more than a day after intercourse with a woman, a man will experience a moderate psychological aversion to women other than the one he slept with. - Patrick of Orthonormal Basis, on a study that lends support to the exclusivity factor in relationships

As a side note, Philip Jenkins, an Episcopalian, has a line in his book "Hidden Gospels" suggesting early Church fathers would have thought it absurd that Christians should have Scripture in their homes. They couldn't envision Scripture outside the Sacraments.- Rich Leonardi of "Ten Reasons"

The theory of evolution is far more than adaptation and survival of the fittest, or however the popular mind seeks to characterize it. The materialism and randomness at the heart of the theory must be dealt with by theists, who do their faith no credit by simply saying, "Oh, God could have started it all." At heart, the Darwinian theory of evolution and traditional Judeo-Christian theism are a much harder fit than many people think. That said, I'm not for teaching Intelligent Design in public schools. What I am for is a more honest instruction in the theory of evolution - acknoweldging the problems, the gaps and the intelligent, scientifically-based challenges to it. One could do this, I'd think, without espousing Creationism. - Amy Welborn

In Germany, he was asked about survival of the fittest. He told them it was not a strange thing at all -- the fit will survive of themselves. "But in my experience," he said, "what I have seen is the survival of the unfit. And that is where God's glory comes in." - Sundar Singh via "Happy Catholic"

  posted by TS @ 11:57  
 

 
For Whiter Teeth Buy Crest

One of the things least appealing about modern life is how easy it is to drown in all the trivialities and superficialities. Perhaps I've getting curmudgeonly, but it's the little things that annoy. Such as the ubiquity of advertising.

For example, I'm watching the All Star game and the camera lingers on someone vaguely familiar. And it's Billy Bob Thorton. Big whoop, I think. And so you'd think that would be it, right? No. The announcers do a commercial for his next movie! This was planned; there was nothing inadvertent about it. So now I'm wondering: did Thorton go to the game for love of the game or pimp his movie? And since when did we sign up for commercials outside the alloted 2, er, 3, er, 4 minutes between innings?

In the past ten years corporations have gotten really good at simply not leaving any profit on the table. Bleeding you the way the gov't does. Like having both an income tax and a sales tax, movie houses have discovered the profit in both having a fixed price at the gate and an extra tax within by making you sit through twenty minutes of commercials. The correct consumer response is to avoid going to movie houses. So you buy DVDs and soon they'll have commercials you can't skip through.

My friend Ham o' Bone begins filming his movie, or at least two "shorts" of seven minutes long, next week. Which is probably what prompted a dream last night in which I was looking for stuff to film at a local grocery mart. I was looking for something meaningful to say amidst a tide of Tide - but everything seemed washed of meaning. I wonder if decreasing patience with trivialities is the definition of a religious fanatic? Or is it the definition of the spoiled & impatient?

I was under the impression that Bone was going to show these film "shorts" to various & sundry movie people with short attention spans (i.e. those would rather watch film than read scripts). But he's going to try to get it independently funded by doctors, lawyers, Indian chiefs (to the tune of at least a million) and get the movie made on his own. But there's the problem of distribution. And how will he advertise---

  posted by TS @ 07:52  
 

 
Man Behind the Curtain

Amy Welborn made some provocative comments concerning the Wizard of Oz: 
"I've always (well, not always...for the past couple of decades, anyway) wondered about this, and Michael brought it up the other night when we were in Knoxville, and we all sat around watching The Wizard of Oz on TCM. Is The Wizard of Oz responsible for the massive loss of faith and the embrace of subjectivism in the West? Could it be? I'm sure you've thought about this too - no all-powerful Wizard, just a little man behind the curtain, tricking everyone. No need to really have anything real within - just believe that you have a brain, a heart and courage, and take on the external signs, and you're there, baby."
It's certainly a very Pelagian story. I recall as a child being let down by the ending - that the wizard (the God figure) was so powerless. It's a very naturalistic story in keeping with those who think Christ didn't multiply the loaves and fishes but simply inspired people to express their latent generosity by sharing what they had on them.

Many progressive Catholics appear to see the sacraments in a similar light, not powerful as conduits of grace in their own right due to the promises of Christ, but only psychologically valuable. Ronald Rollheiser in "Holy Longing" says daily Massgoers don't go to be sustained by God or seek his blessing but to keep themselves from falling apart, comparing them to alcoholics going to AA meetings. For them any old ritual will do and God is ancillary. Sad.

  posted by TS @ 07:44  
 

 
Terror & Torture

I'm not an expert on torture techniques, except with respect to the infliction of my poetry on unsuspecting readers. But I do watch the television show 24, which gives me some credibility. And the technique seems to be to occasionally let off. Let the guy think about it. Give him some room to come to the conclusion that he needs to see things your way.

So when I read something by Victor David Hanson the other day I wondered at the similarity between torture and terrorism: 
Terror is the signature of the Islamist: hit, back off; hit, back off — hoping in a few years to erode the will and nerve of affluent and leisured Western countries. 

Bin Laden has so far only made one mistake: He took down the entire World Trade Center rather than the top floors, and had the misfortune of having George Bush as president. Thus he lost Afghanistan and ended up with democratic reform from Iraq and Lebanon to the Gulf and Egypt. Train bombings in Madrid and bus explosions in London, like the carnage in Iraq, are preferable, since they are enough to terrify and demoralize the Westerner but not quite enough to knock sense into him that only military resistance and victory will save his civilization.

So the attacks will never quite be of such a stature to convince Western voters that one more such explosion will destroy their societies. The trick is instead to wage war insidiously, incrementally, and stealthily to avoid an overwhelming response. A cooling-off period in between 9/11 and 7/7 in which Western apologists, pacifists, and Islamist sympathizers go to work is essential for the terror to continue. 
Perhaps. But it seems that the West is even more threatened, if less dramatically, by low population replacement rates. Europe, like an old soldier, won't die but will likely fade away.

Finally, ABC's This Week constantly reminds us of soldier's deaths. Here's the story of one soldier's heroism.

  posted by TS @ 12:46  
July 12, 2005 

 
Crayons to Oils

This blogger's visit to The Cloisters brought back vivid memories. I'd visited there seven years ago this month and recall enjoying the tranquility and the sense of history.

I went back to my trip log and found it didn't stand up well. The writing was trite and unremarkable even though at the time it sung. But that doesn't negate the "joie of words" experienced at that time and nor does it negate the current joy of words as blogged here, even if they not age well. 

Writing doesn't much matter but it reminded me how we as a church have progressed doctrinally, developing into a great oak from a small acorn. The joy Israel took in her books of Moses was no less joyful for its "looking through the glass darkly" and incompleteness.

  posted by TS @ 11:17  
 

 
Deja vu

  posted by TS @ 07:51  
 

 
Re: Journalism

I think the root cause of American's disillusionment with the press is not Jayson Blair and his ilk. Those who have brought true shame to the profession in recent years don't bother me that much. Every institution has their Jayson Blairs; the fact that there are corrupt police or lying journalists or child-abusing priests does not mean that the police, newspapers and the Catholic Church should be abolished or looked down upon. It only means that when a crime is made known the institution has a responsibility to correct and admit it. (And blogs certainly help journalists with that - St. Blog's own Christopher Blosser recently shed light with an excellent post on Pope Benedict's history that resulted in an admission of error from the writer for the The American Spectator.)

What does bother me is the seemingly intentional bias one encounters in newspapers like the Dispatch. Like not having a home-grown conservative on the Dispatch editorial page. Like having a regular guest political columnist who is odious on the life issues (Professor Oldenquist of OSU) without a contra voice. And like a recent Sunday front page article on gay marriage that was unintentionally hilarious for the way it framed the issue.

No doubt a certain amount of bias is unavoidable because we all come with all our viewpoints. But it's the lack of effort to overcome bias that makes people think less of journalists. "Coloring the News" by William McGowan and Bernard Goldberg's books are very persuasive on this point.

Journalists have a remarkably difficult job because fairness requires enormous discipline, and many writers seem to be long on passion but short on discipline.

  posted by TS @ 07:35  
 

 
My Fair Brother-in-Law

Went to a musical Saturday night, "My Fair Lady" put on by the arts council of one of the suburbs of Columbus. My brother-in-law played Professor Higgins and did a marvelous job. I love expressions of joy in movies which is why I'd always liked Gene Kelly in "Singin' in the Rain" and why I particularly liked the moment that Eliza "got it" - the "Rain in Spain" scene - in this production.

My father-in-law mentioned during intermission how his son had lived this for the past six months or more. Spent hours and hours at play practice, memorizing lines and missing family gatherings and all for what? Three performances. Poof, and it's over, he said. (I thought of it as akin to blogging - a lot of time spent doing something that has that similar Poof! quality.) I'd never looked at it like that before. Hadn't thought about all that went behind this two or three hour performance. When we congratulated the actors afterwards we were thanking them not just for the performance but for that iceberg of time & energy submerged beneath this evening's tip.

  posted by TS @ 16:43  
July 11, 2005 

 
Credits

Lately fellow bloggers have done a yeoman's job in directing me to instructive and/or pleasurable books. I'll have to take any future suggestions more seriously *grin*. In no particular order:


Steven Riddle recommended the engaging Randy Wayne White novel "Sanibel Flats". It's the pluperfect backyard hammock read. 

Jeff Culbreath recommended John Meehan's Two Towers, which I started Friday and has been surgically attached to me ever since. (I even brought it to Saturday night's "My Fair Lady"; my mother-in-law became briefly interested in it thinking it was about the New York tragedy.)

Recently finished Frank Deford's marvelous biography of Christy Matthewson and John J. McGraw. Mark of "Irish Elk" recommended it after I'd already started reading it but still receives post-credit for his good taste. The book is so well-written that I looked in vain for another Deford offering, finally settling on Michael Sokolove's "Hustle: The Myth, Life, and Lies of Pete Rose" which looks to be a more depressing read than Deford's "Old Ball Game".

Other recommendations that I have followed up on, in the sense of buying the book though shamefully not in having started yet:

Kathy the Recusant Carmelite: "The Persecutor" by Sergei Kourdakov
William 'The Quiet Man' Luse: "Joan of Arc" by John Beevers
Mama 'a book a day keeps the doc at bay' T: "A Green Journey" by Jon Hassler
Tom of Disputations: "A Key to the Doctrine of the Eucharist" by Abbot Vonier
Steven '20,000 Books Under the Bed' Riddle: "Nourished by the Word: Reading the Bible Contemplatively"
Bill 'Rock Star' White: "Modern Times" by Paul Johnson

  posted by TS @ 16:14 
 
 

 
Kreitzberg's Baby Photo!



Via Old Oligarch.

  posted by TS @ 13:50  
 

 
Pedigrees

Just finished a biography of Robert Hamilton Bishop, the first president of Miami University of Ohio (founded 1809). Bishop lived an interesting life in interesting times and it's fun to construct the "intellectual family trees" of great men - noting who influenced who and how ideas were handed down. (I recently read that there was a straight line from Luther to Hitler but that seems to be taking it a bridge too far.) Bishop was primarily influenced by Adam Ferguson:


Ferguson, Adam , 1723–1816, Scottish philosopher and historian. He was professor of philosophy at the Univ. of Edinburgh (1759–85). His Essay on the History of Civil Society (1767) criticized earlier theories of a state of nature; it was an important contribution to intellectual history and influenced Hegel. In his Principles of Moral and Political Science (1792), Ferguson advanced the principle of perfection and attempted to reconcile self-interest and universal benevolence...In his ethical system Ferguson treats man as a social being, illustrating his doctrines by political examples. As a believer in the progression of the human race, he placed the principle of moral approbation in the attainment of perfection..."We find in his method the wisdom and circumspection of the Scottish school, with something more masculine and decisive in the results. The principle of perfection is a new one, at once more rational and comprehensive than benevolence and sympathy, which in our view places Ferguson as a moralist above all his predecessors."
One of Ferguson's influences was French political philosopher Montesquieu, especially his Esprit des Lois (1748):
By far, [Montesquieu's] most influential work is The Spirit of the Laws (1748). Two main ideas are presented in this analysis concerning the nature and workings of government. His first assertion is that forms of government will invariably differ according to the political and social climate and circumstances which they have to deal with. He concluded from analysis that despotic rule is best in large empires as to maintain control and order, especially those in the "hot climates." As for democracy, he concluded that small city-states would be the best situation for it, because it would be Senk simpler to maintain and govern, with general agreement of the populace being easier to achieve. His second assertion, the most important of the treatise, is the fact that a balance and separation of powers is needed for an efficient and successful government.

  posted by TS @ 08:13  
 

 
The Bloggification of Newspapers

It had to happen sooner or later. The self-indulgent post has appeared in the newspaper. 

The editor of the Columbus Dispatch now regularly serves up a column that attempts a spiritual work of mercy: enlightening the ignorant, that is, we the readers. Disturbed by the low regard journalists are held by the public he uses the column as an apologia for the profession and ends up sounding like Officer Krumpke's West Side Story delinquents: "we're just misunderstood / deep down inside there is good". (One could say that he's just following Kinky Friedman's father's sage advice: "treat adults like children and children like adults". I find that I've become more childish as I age if only because in the cutthroat world of childhood and adolescence survival trumped self-indulgence.)

The column tends to be a bit whiney and defensive, which is not uncharacteristic of blogs (though not St. Blogger's, who are indefatiguable in their sheer outwardness). One can see his reasoning: "we buy ink by the gallon so why not spill some defending our grand profession?" And so the article begins with the customer's lack of gratitude: "you expect us to be there for you when you note an injustice..." and yet we readers don't give back the love. Apparently it's not enough that it's his job. Can you tell I've been reading the heartless Florence King today?

Anyway, his column inspires me to want to write an apologia for computer programmers. Let's see...

"Surveys show that computer programmers are not loved by the general public despite the constant problem-solving that we provide (ok, problems we introduced, hey let's not get technical). So your computer has a bug and who you gonna call?"

You getteth the idea. 

I'm not against whiney, self-indulgent posts in blogs but I'd rather not see them in the newspaper. I like beer, but that doesn't mean there ought to be bars in chapels.

  posted by TS @ 20:58  
July 10, 2005 

 
Zell, the Great Indoorsman - new fiction!

Zell Lawson was an inveterate reader and referred to himself as a fine indoorsman. If he’d coined the word then he thought that an outrage: what was it about the outdoors that suggested a man define himself by it without an equivalent for those who labor under General Electric’s finest? 

He couldn’t understand it when he heard folks say that they could never work “behind a desk”. At least not until after he’d gotten a job and found out that the thrill of having his own desk and nameplate lasted thirty-six days. The thrill of toiling in God’s earth might last longer but he couldn’t know for sure. 

But he did know he had a soul and he began to notice the effect of soul on body and body on soul. He knew they spent their lifetimes dancing together and how one never did nuthin’ without it affecting the other and that they were more closely bound than white on rice. What was the effect of all this concrete and artificial lighting on the body and soul? Grace builds on nature but what if we were killing nature by laying concrete and spending the best hours of every day under the influence of fluorescence? 

He found a book about the ‘70s crop of homesteaders and back-to-the-landers. And he wasn’t sure if he was sad or relieved when he learned the great majority had long since come back to the desks and offices and artificial light. The odds were excellent that if he'd tried it the results would be identical and yet…and yet it felt like cheating. It was like looking at the back of the book for an answer to a high school mathematics problem. Or looking at a bible study guide for the meaning of a particular passage….

  posted by TS @ 23:59  
July 8, 2005 

 
Catching up on Last Weekend

Busier than usual so many more images to assimilate. First a fond favorite – going to Great American Ballpark in Cincinnati. Was Clemens pitching? I didn’t notice. Did the Reds win? Okay, I did notice. But it barely affected my mood. 

Oh but there’s a peacefulness felt there on the orderly diamond. Perhaps I've played just enough baseball to be able to feel every hit and shag every fly. My muscles have memories and I move with the fielders and strike with the hitters and they don’t even know it. The field is an effervescent green and the sun shines unfailingly. And the boats go by on the muddy river just outside the stadium. And all I can think is: I have to get here again. We move to the smoking section and smoke cigars behind an imaginary line that an usher enforces. And we drink Germanic beer in a Germanic town as the Germanic Reds, slow of foot but hefty of bat, strike out like so many Mighty Caseys (or at least the German equivalent). 

The next day is the 4th and so there is the parade tour. First the local parade; we ride there on our bikes and catch some of it. My favorite was the barbershop singers singing “God Bless America”. Then we go to the alternative 4th of July parade, the DooDah Parade, because I wanted to see how the other half (progressives) live. We left Red State America and travel fifteen minutes to Blue State. 

As we walk to the parade site we see them lining up and there's an old man sitting on a chair wearing nothing but a barrell, and we fear that he doesn’t have anything on underneath. We don’t verify. 

The parade starts and I’m wondering when dressing like a priest or nun will get old. Apparently some schticks just ne’er get old. And they must hate the Church to endure 93 degree temperatures dressed in black. They go by carrying a banner that says “Separation of Church and Hate”. 

Then there’s a float with a huge dinosaur straddled by the “Runaway Bride” dressed in a wedding dress. Later a float of full-figured ladies allied against breast reduction surgery. My favorite was the little group of five that held signs saying “People Against Signs” and “Signs Lie” and such. My type of humor. The DooDah parade makes me wishes Red America's parades were no less patriotic but with more wit & humor.


DooDah parade (photo credits: my wife)... another pic here & here

  posted by TS @ 23:07  
 

 
Writers Who Blog
"Blogs are a way to listen in and find out what people find funny and respond to," said Marion Maneker, editorial director at HarperCollins's HarperBusiness unit, who said it was too early to determine whether blogs would affect sales. 

  posted by TS @ 12:49  
 

 
Quotable

I always thought there was no way Shakespeare could've labored in the sense of belaboring:
Mark Van Doren (who also wrote very well on all the plays in his 1939 book Shakespeare) once remarked that Shakespeare must have written his plays easily or he could not have written them at all. There is just too much in them: so much brilliance, so much meaning, all happening at once. This is all too much if a writer has to work it up. Shakespeare wrote plays the way Mozart wrote music. 

-Jeffrey Hart

  posted by TS @ 07:10  
 

 
Latest in NR

Michael Potemra reviews "Is the Reformation Over? An Evangelical Assessment of Contemporary Roman Catholicism" by Mark A. Noll and Carolyn Nystrom in Nat'l Review: 
In this well-written volume, Noll and Nystrom give a lucid — and often highly inspiring — account of the amazing distance Catholics and Protestants have traveled in the years since JFK’s statement. By 2004, evangelical politician Gary Bauer was able to say the following: “When John F. Kennedy made his famous speech that the Vatican would not tell him what to do, evangelicals and Southern Baptists breathed a sigh of relief. But today evangelicals and Southern Baptists are hoping that the Vatican will tell Catholic politicians what to do.” Bauer’s statement was hardly even controversial: In a poll that same year, evangelicals gave a higher approval rating to Pope John Paul II (59 percent) than to Jerry Falwell (44) or Pat Robertson (54). 

The ice had melted on the Catholic side as well. In 1956, a commentator in the Catholic magazine Priest was still dismissing Martin Luther as “a lewd satyr whose glandular demands were the ultimate cause of his break with the Christian Church.” Less than a decade later, a writer in the same periodical admitted that “we’d feel quite silly today declaiming against Luther in the intemperate words of yesterday”; by 2004, a Catholic reviewer of a new Luther biography was declaring that Luther simply could not “have foreseen that the Church of Rome would some four centuries later, at Vatican Council II, adopt many of the reforms that he championed.”... 

"What we see today may be described as an incarnation of Christ in Catholic form and an incarnation of Christ in evangelical form. Since there is only one Christ, these incarnations are pulled toward each other."

  posted by TS @ 21:26  
July 7, 2005 

 
And Then There Were None?

What happens if Bush can't get a judge through the obstructionist Senate Democratic minority by October? Does the court operate on eight justices? And since it's unlikely either party will control sixty Senate seats this century, will each subsequent vacant seat go unfilled? Will it be...(drumroll)...Justice Thomas deciding everything by himself in 2030?

  posted by TS @ 21:19  
 

 
On The Demise of France's 35-Hour Work Week

NY Times article :
How could the futurologists be so wrong? George Jetson, we should recall -- the person many of us cartoon-watchers assumed we would someday become -- worked a three-hour day, standard in the interplanetary era. Back in 1970, Alvin Toffler predicted that by 2000 we would have so much free time that we wouldn't know how to spend it. 

Economic globalization obviously has a great deal to do with the change. It has leveled the playing field all over the world, so that the have-nots can now compete more equally with the haves, especially if they are willing to work harder, longer and for lower wages, which so many of them are. And the haves, in turn, find that they have to pick up the pace just to stay even. 

But there may be a more insidious force manifesting itself -- something along the lines of an evolutionary law that says, paradoxically, the more you try to simplify or eliminate work, the more of it there is to do. Scholars estimate that medieval peasants, for example, worked between 120 and 150 days a year....The Nobel Prize-winning economic historian Robert William Fogel has studied what he calls the "efficiency of the human engine" and found that the mechanical advances of the Industrial Revolution were paralleled by an equal increase in the human body's size, strength and endurance. In his view the great growth industry of the 19th and 20th centuries was the capacity for work itself. 

The more work we do, apparently, the more we're able to do, and though Fogel himself takes a sort of Toffler-like view of the 21st century, predicting that leisure will become the next great growth industry, there's little evidence of that right now. Working hours in America -- the nation in the world with by far the most efficient human engines -- have risen steadily over the last three decades. And far from complaining, we have adopted a superior, moralizing attitude that sees work not as a necessary evil, a means to an end, but as an end in itself.

  posted by TS @ 16:36  
 

 
Can't Keep Up...

...with either Scott Hahn or Cardinal Ratzinger's prodigious output of writings. I just learned that Hahn now has his definitive bible study out, which he considers to be his most important work. A back-to-school gift for high-school or college students?

  posted by TS @ 14:29  
 

 
Takes All Kinds

Jonah Goldberg cracks me up:
That my words do not carry weight with you is not evidence whatsoever that my words do not carry weight.
Let's hope someone starts the SADL (Skydiver's Anti-Defamation League). KTC? *grin*

  posted by TS @ 09:25  
 

 
Spinning Spam Into "Poetry"

Don't forget: the more you drink, the better this blog reads. Here's another poem made up of 100% biodegradable spam:


This site is straightforward 
when it comes to finding what you need. buckshot

Hey, friend, I see 
you are very upset! XANA 
L0RAAZEPAM, AMBIEN surely jealous
meant shining.
You were Accepted.
Here is your Money.
Inspired by reception of email with the subject header:
This site is straightforward when it comes to finding what you need. buckshot

  posted by TS @ 08:44  
 

 
Quick Asides

Was listening to WLW, "the Nation's Station", 50,000 watts out of Cincinnati. And I learned that the game show host Wink Martindale has a "game show room" at his home. He asks guests play board games like Trivial Pursuit so he can moderate. 

The mind reels, doesn't it? It's hard not to come to the conclusion that God wanted him to be a game show host. Do those who love their job do so because they're extremely good at it or are are they good at it because they love doing it?
*
Listening to David McCullough on Russert's show and he said that many of the key players of the Revolutionary War (such as Thomas Paine) were Quakers who had put aside their pacifism, recognizing that "some wars are worth fighting". Wow. That's not what I thought pacifism was about. 

*
A progressive Catholic I know was surprised when I told her that Cardinal Ratzinger, back in the '60s, was on the "liberal" wing of the Church. It's almost as if that gave the Pope a bit more credibility in her eyes. Conservatives are given no credit if they've always been conservative because then they are seen as blindly & brainlessly following Church teaching. Of course, on the other side, if you change your mind someone could say "well, they were wrong once, they could be wrong again." It's all about faith.

*

I try not to get tangled in apologetics but when the topic comes up and I have a lengthy exchange with someone I think it's God's sneaky way of getting me to pray for that person because afterwards I almost always experience PASD (post-apologetic stress disorder), characterized by "I should've said this!" and "Gosh I sounded self-righteous there!". Also Bishop Sheen's "win an argument, lose a soul" resonates. So I end up praying that God undoes any damage I'd done. 

*

Picked up some good ol' KFC ('a heart attack in a sack' to quote Tim McGraw) and there was an eager, enthusiastic worker at the window. She was probably a Somali (Columbus has the second largest population of Somalis in the country). Dark-skinned and pretty, she had one obvious flaw: a missing front tooth. She had braces on the rest of them, which suggested this was a work-in-progress and that soon she'd have teeth as good as any American. Is that what Purgatory is like? Getting our teeth fixed while being eager of mien because we're in the anteroom of Heaven?

  posted by TS @ 07:10  
 

 
Habit of Being

Jonathan Yardley of the Washington Post on Flannery O'Connor. And the hat tip goes to... Two Sleepy Mommies

  posted by TS @ 14:22  
July 6, 2005 

 
Partly Cloudy

The forecast for the Supreme Court vacancy is already looking a bit gloomy. I heard on the radio Pres. Bush defending Alberto Gonzalez. It's sobering if Bush is even thinking of nominating him. Also the President made some seemingly contradictory statements as quoted in the Wash Times link above:
Bush said he would have no "litmus test" that disqualifies candidates because of their opinions on abortion and gay marriage.

"I'll pick people who, one, can do the job, and people who are honest, people who are bright and people who will strictly interpret the Constitution and not use the bench to legislate from," Bush said.
Hopefully this is on order of the single gal saying, "I have no litmus test that disqualifies a potential husband because of his opinions on religion. But I do want someone who will enthusiastically attend Mass every Sunday."

Because if you want someone to strictly interpret the Constitution, then they won't find the right to an abortion in there. Even honest liberals such as this author admit that the Roe v. Wade was pulled out of thin air since there's no right to privacy found in the Constitution. My question is: "do you consider 'settled law' settled if the law was originally legislated from the Court?"


  posted by TS @ 12:26  
 

 
  Spanning the Globe To Bring You The Constant Variety Of Posts

Is it a sin for a moron to call an imbecile an idiot? - tagline of the blog "Nehring the Edge"

Ignatius Insight presents lots of Catholic bloggers on "The Problem With Blogs". My basic thought on blogging is "Take what helps or amuses you and leave the rest." It reminds me of my sister's theory of throwing a party: "If they're going to complain about free food and free entertainment, they're jerks anyway." But I am at least mentally healthy enough that I can't dredge up any guilt about blogging. People who are bored or irritated are obviously the wrong audience... I don't see how someone could be annoyed by a blog any more than they could be annoyed by a sign in the neighbor's yard. - Karen Hall of "Some Have Hats"

I am troubled by Orthodoxy’s “Easternness.” The coherence and power of Orthodoxy is partially achieved by excluding the Western tradition from its spiritual and theological life. One is hard-pressed to find an Orthodox writer who speaks highly of the Western Church, of her saints, ascetics, and theologians, of her manifold contributions to Christian religion and Western civilization....If the catholicity of Orthodoxy can only be purchased by the practical expulsion of Augustine and Aquinas, then, at least in my own mind, Orthodoxy’s claim to be the one and true Church is seriously undermined...A truly catholic Church will keep these great theologians in conversation with each other, and their differences and disagreements will invite the Church to a deeper and more comprehensive understanding of the divine mysteries. - from "Pontifications", prior to his conversion from Anglicanism to Catholicism

The famous psychologist Carl Jung put his professional reputation on the line with his book "Synchronicity." A synchonicity is kind of like a coincidence only it's a coincidence with great meaning and purpose to the person who notices it. If you're a fan, or an idle wonderer, about Intelligent Design, Jung's book is the equivalent of Intelligent Design only with Psychology. In a famous example, Jung is working with a difficult patient whose totally rational view of the world prevents her from overcoming her psychological problems. She relates a dream she had about a golden scarab beetle. Jung knew that the scarab held great significance to ancient Egyptians as a symbol of rebirth. As the woman was talking, they heard a tapping on the window, Jung opened the window and in flew a golden scarab beetle. The total shock of the instant resulted in the woman's rational view of the world being dropped and Jung was able to help her by acknowledging that there was a deeper meaning in the universe. - Rock of "Lofted Nest"

We will NOT, however, be staying in Key West, where one cultivates weirdness until it is merely boring. - Steven Riddle 

One of the more fashionable ways of talking about faith these days is to use the image of the "story." We're told that what faith is essentially all about is finding a "story" (or "narrative" or "myth") that is meaningful to you, that fits, that informs your life and gives you strength for your journey....it's a day [feast of Sts Peter & Paul] to confront the lie, that has indeed infected the way Catholics talk about spirituality, that this journey is all about finding that blasted story. What an insult to the martyrs. What a violation of their experience of Christ, which was no page-turner, but the encounter with the Living One, whose impact on them was such that they could not but say "yes" when he called them to follow. Not to just keep telling a story and inviting others to groove to it if they feel like it, either. But called to invite others to meet that same Living One and be saved, reconciled and redeemed by Him. - Amy Welborn

Why should you worry whether God wants you to reach the Heavenly home by way of the desert or by the fields, when by the one as well as by the another one arrives all the same at a Blessed Eternity? -- St. Pio of Pietrelcina via "Sancta Sanctis"

The notion that somebody in New Zealand was praying for me was more than I could imagine. I have never been an emotional worshipper of Christ; I have never felt the weight of His love and presence literally drive me to the floor prostrate. I can say that no longer, as I have felt just that in the last 24 hours, and have cried the cries of a child humbled at the love of my Heavenly Father and His providential workings in my life. - Lance Salyers, assistant prosecutor in Dayton, Oh. fired over a blog entry

What does it avail you to argue profoundly of the Trinity if you be wanting in humility, and consequently be displeasing to the Trinity? - St. Thomas a Kempis, "Imitation of Christ" quoted on a blog

I cannot ever hear "Cat's in the Cradle" without starting to cry a little. I really can't. "We'll get together then..."--the thing about fatherhood, I sometimes think, is that it is so thoroughly a metaphor for our relationship to God the Father that no real human father can suffice. That's part of why ordinary human fatherhood deserves so much honor. Because ordinary human fathers bear so much of the brunt of their children's aloneness. Mothers (sometimes) get the desperate confessions of fear and sickness; fathers often don't even get that solace, that trust. Every mother is Mary, Mother of God (Mother of Sorrows, Queen of Heaven, Mary at Cana and Mary at Calvary), but every father is (symbolically) Yahweh, not Joseph. And it's terribly hard. So I guess... there's nothing really to say except, Thank you. - Eve Tushnet on Father's Day

I volunteer at a crisis pregnancy center. A 16 year old girl came in for a pregnancy test. As we waited for the results she was visibly trembling and near to tears. When the result was negative, she began to cry and laugh and bounce up and down. I asked her why she was so happy. She looked at me like I was a total idiot and and with that "duh, you're so stupid" tone that teenagers do so well, she answered "I'm way too young to have a baby". I leaned toward her and said "Then you're also too young to be doing what makes babies." For a long moment she stared at me with her mouth open and not breathing, then in a very small voice she said "No one ever told me that before." - commenter on Fructus Ventris, replying to Alicia's post with the line "I don't understand why so many people are surprised that sex leads to pregnancy."

I think the other thing that has changed, though, is the willingness of Christians (evangelical? All of us? I don't know) to be publicly honest about failure and weakness. Christians have always sat in Church and listened to sermons about how sinful they are and how much they need to repent. Christians have always read books inspiring them to be better people. But in the public conversation, in the process of creating an image for what Christians were, there was a hard shell of propriety, a deep desire not to show any fractures to the world, despite the bumper sticker sentiment, "Christians aren't perfect; just forgiven." I do think that the public image, as crafted and presented by Christians, of what the ideal Christian is, has shifted, or is in the process of doing so, and that image is far more likely to include public acknoweldgement of sin, temptation and weakness than it was a few decades ago. That's intriguing. - Amy Welborn

  posted by TS @ 11:51  
 

 
You could go...

..a month of Sundays and not hear a decent country song on the radio, so I have to thank Tim McGraw for his latest. Now that's country! And a beautiful, sunny day like today also conjures up the ol' Merle Haggard song, "Big City".

  posted by TS @ 09:30  
 

 
Better Living Through Fiction

Cindy McCray had a favorite saying. It was “if you’ve got your health, then you’ve got everything.” 

She learned it from her father and it became her mantra. She told it to the grocery store clerk and to the person who did her nails and to the local city bus driver. She shouted it from the rooftops and told everyone she met for it amazed her how few realized it. Every morning she checked that her limbs were working and that her breathing was sound and then she thanked God.

Her husband Sam was the superstitious sort and said that if you think too much about your health you'll jinx it. He also said that if you get too high over good health then you’ll get too low when you’re sick but Cindy always seemed to be in such excellent health that his theory went untested. 

On her 28th birthday Cindy said that celebrating a birthday every year was too infrequent. "Our time on earth is too precious and brief to recognize it annually – why not measure it in days?" So every day at 10:38am (the time she was born) she’d sing Happy Birthday to herself and she'd sing it again at 5:19pm for Sam (the time he was born) and they'd eat a piece of birthday cake. (She didn’t put candles on it due to the city fire code.) Her husband, in putting up with it, wasn’t sure if he was edging closer to sanctity or insanity, or whether there was really any difference. He knew he loved her despite her eccentricities. He also knew when his real birthday came it didn’t feel like his real birthday. It felt like just another day. 

When Cindy turned 12,723 she drove to the store as was her custom. (“Cake supplies don’t grow on trees!” she told Sam, when asked about her grocery receipts.) She was proceeding through an intersection when a huge green truck tried to make a left at the same intersection. She slammed on the brakes but it was too late – there was the shock of impact and she looked down amazed at the sheer wrongness of seeing bone jutting from skin. It nearly made her vomit for bone was meant to be used but never seen. She lost consciousness before she could check the extent of other injuries. 

Her condition stabilized and Sam held her hand in the intensive care unit. He feared greatly, not so much for her life now but for how she would handle her ruined health. 

“Honey…,” she said with great effort.

“Yes?”

“It’s almost 5:19…”

He cried.

  posted by TS @ 07:07  
 

 
Quotable

"Posterity who are to reap the blessings will scarcely be able to conceive the hardships and sufferings of their ancestors." - Abigail Adams

  posted by TS @ 10:49  
July 5, 2005 

 
word and Word

Recently the eparchy (Eastern Catholic equivalent of 'diocese') of the local Byzantine Catholic Church decided to change the word "testament" to "covenant" in the words of consecration. I've been reading a lot recently about the difference between covenant and testament, which I won't go into in this post, but suffice it to say that despite covenant being more accurate I'll miss the words "this is the blood of the new testament" because the first time I heard it it unified the Liturgy of the Word and the Liturgy of the Eucharist anew for me. It was a way of saying that Christ not only gave his word concerning the promises of the New Testament but signed them in Blood. 

St. Augustine writes of the gift of Scripture: "God is faithful, for he has put himself under a debt to us, not as if he had received anything from us, but by promising us so much. The word of promise was too little for him: he wanted to bind himself in writing, by giving us, as it were, a handwritten version of his promises."

  posted by TS @ 09:26  
 

 
In Fairness to Lewis... (see previous post)

Here's his self-defense. You make the call. Via Jay Nordlinger of NRO, a CNBC interview with Maria Bartiromo:
BARTIROMO: . . . Do you think that you have misread [the Iraq situation] at all? 

LEWIS: Yes, I think I was a little too optimistic, but what I misread, I think, was not so much what happens in Iraq as what happens here.

. . . BARTIROMO: What do you mean?

LEWIS: I mean, the response, the way that the media have reported what's happening in Iraq. I mean, I understand that one bridge destroyed makes a better story than ten bridges built. But nevertheless, the situation in Iraq, the standard of living, the improvement in general conditions to the Iraqi people, and the measure of support that we enjoy among the Iraqis — all these are far better than one would gather from simply following the media.

[Bartiromo asks Professor Lewis about Senator Kennedy's comparison of Iraq to Vietnam.]

LEWIS: I think that is a disastrous comparison. If you listen to the propaganda of the fundamentalists in Iraq and elsewhere, they have a litany that they keep repeating. They say, "The Americans have become degenerate. They are soft and pampered. They can't take it. Hit them and they'll run." And then they repeat: Vietnam, Beirut, Somalia, and all the other small episodes since which brought no effective response. Talking about Vietnam now will merely confirm them, tell them that they are right, because we all know how Vietnam ended, and that will assure them they have a good chance that this will end the same way. And they have just won a considerable success in Spain . . .

BARTIROMO: What has surprised you most about the events in post-war Iraq?

LEWIS: What has surprised me most is the indecision which is shown by us, not by them. You have to remember that we began with a rather unfavorable record. In '91, the time of the Gulf War, President Bush Sr. called on the Iraqi people to revolt against the tyrant. They did. They revolted against the tyrant. In the meantime, we made a cease-fire agreement with the tyrant and then sat and watched while he crushed the revolt . . . You can understand therefore that when we call on them again to revolt, they were rather more cautious. There is, shall we say, a well-grounded mistrust. They know also of the abrupt departures from Somalia, the departure from Vietnam. They don't want to become boat people . . .

BARTIROMO: . . . many have long believed that peace in the Middle East would first have to come between the Arabs and the Israelis. Do you believe that instead peace in Jerusalem will come through Baghdad?

LEWIS: I believe that the peace between the Arabs and the Israelis will come after, not before. At the moment, the conflict is an extremely useful safety valve. It is the licensed grievance all over the Arab world. When they're angry and resentful and embittered, which they all have very good reason to be, for the most part, against their own governments, this provides a means of expressing it, which does no harm to their own governments. Before the invasion of Iraq, people were saying, "We have to settle the Palestine question first and then deal with Iraq." That sent a clear message to Saddam Hussein: Make sure they don't settle the Palestine question.

  posted by TS @ 07:24  
 

 
What Went Wrong With Lewis? 

I'm hypmotized by the semi-fall of a "wise man", or so was informally dubbed the great Islamic scholar Bernard Lewis. I know I shouldn't be surprised since it was learned, impressive men who gave us Marxism and Calvinism (not to in any way equate the two but still...).

From Michael Hirsh, an editor at Newsweek: 
Perhaps in the long run, you can't Islamicize democracy, and so Islam is simply standing in the way. 

Iran is the best real-world test of this hypothesis right now. A quarter century after the Khomeini revolution, Iran seems to be stuck in some indeterminate middle state. The forces of bottom-up secular democratic reform and top-down mullah control may be stalemated simply because there is no common ground whatsoever between their contending visions. That's one reason the Kemalist approach had its merits, Fouad Ajami argued in a recent appearance at the Council on Foreign Relations. “I think Ataturk understood that if you fall through Islam, you fall through a trap door. And in fact, I think the journey out of Islam that Ataturk did was brilliant. And to the extent that the Muslim world now has forgotten this. . .they will pay dearly for it.” 

But there is no Ataturk in Iraq (though of course Chalabi, and perhaps Allawi, would still love to play that role). For now, Sistani remains the most prestigious figure in the country, the only true kingmaker. Suspicions remain in the Bush administration that Sistani's long-term goal is to get the Americans out and the Koran in—in other words, to create another mullah state as in Iran. But those who know Sistani well say he is much smarter than that. Born in Iran—he moved to Iraq in the early 1950s, around the time Lewis saw the light—Sistani has experienced up close the failures of the Shiite mullah state next door. He and the other Shiites have also suffered the pointy end of Sunni Arab nationalism, having been oppressed under Saddam for decades, and they will never sanction a return to that. So Sistani knows the last, best alternative may be some kind of hybrid, a moderately religious, Shiite-dominated democracy, brokered and blessed by him and conceived with a nuanced federalism that will give the Kurds, Sunnis and others their due. But also a regime that, somewhat like the Iranian mullahs, uses its distinctive Islamic character, and concomitant anti-Americanism and anti-Westernism, as ideological glue. For the Americans who went hopefully to war in Iraq, that option is pretty much all that's left on the table—something even Bernard Lewis may someday have to acknowledge. 
Full article here.

  posted by TS @ 07:10  
 

 
Fictional Monday

“Schedule my midlife crisis for March 21st, 2007,” Bernard Scully told his secretary on September 3rd, 2005. “No, I’m not kidding.”

Scully had long wanted a Mercedes both for the fine hood ornament and the thrill of German engineering, and thought that by fulfilling a desire and checking off one of the famous demands of a midlife crisis he could kill two birds with one stone. This was in character, for he had the reputation of exerting the sort of control over his life others dream of. His lists had lists, his plans had plans. It was a joke around the office that he’d scheduled his own circumcision. 

Toward the goal of becoming the CEO of a Fortune 500 corporation he read business books voraciously. There were the animal books: “Swimming with the Sharks” and “Taming the Tigers”. There were the etiquette minders: “Using Your Voice to Communicate Authority” and “How to Use Golf to (Pitching) Wedge Your Way to the Corporate Green”. 

His philosophy was that your main responsibility in life was to keep yourself happy because happy people don’t cause much trouble. They don’t throw red paint on people for wearing fur and don’t disrupt G-8 summits. They don't abuse their wives or take mind-altering drugs. They aren't extremists of any sort. 

Months passed and Scully continued making lists and consuming things in order to make him want to get up in the morning. On the morning of September 3rd his secretary knocked on office door. "It’s time for your mid-life crisis now. What’s it gonna be? Beach bum on Maui?" 

He smiled broadly. “Nope. Time for my first Mercedes-Benz.”

At the dealership he caressed the lines of the latest Cabriolet convertible and felt...nothing. He stared at the famous insignia, which looked like the ‘60s peace sign, but felt no peace, no happiness. It was just metal, he thought, morosely. Nothing but sheet metal and car parts that would rust and fill a landfill. 

This wasn't in his business books. 

“What kind of midlife crisis am I having?” he said to himself. Not even the thought of having an affair or becoming a beach bum lifted his funk. "Affair. Car. Dropping out. What else is there?"

A voice came: the crisis isn't what you haven't gotten, but what you haven't given.

  posted by TS @ 06:59  
 

 
Justice Not Served

It's always disheartening to listen to the female Cokie Roberts, who happens to be a political pundit & public Catholic. I identify her first by gender because it sometimes seems (am I being too male?) that anything that is good for women is good for society.

Her retrospective on Sandra Day O'Connor was, necessarily, a retrospective on the way she felt when Sandra Day O'Connor became the first female SCOTUS. And she positively beamed when another This Week panel member explained how O'Connor was the most powerful justice, as if "power" has now suddenly taken on the the same connotation as "good" or "wise". Oh sure, we all adore our ethnic groups and our gender identities more than things like ideas and principles. So whatever O'Connor espoused, the important thing is that she was a woman, nevermind that at least half of aborted children are females and that O'Connor helped foster its continuation.

Roberts and Gringrich then had a fascinating little exchange. Cokie said that women are more practical, they are good at helping others reach consensus. And Gringrich agreed, saying that O'Connor didn't interpret the American Constitution but interpreted the consensus of the American Zeitgeist. Gringrich said that most women want to figure out how they can meet their opponent half way, while most men want to know how they can beat their opponent. And he was pleased that we're now apparently free to recognize gender differences and Cokie was pleased that Gingrich agreed with her. As long as men are depicted as competitive ape-like figures, then sexual stereotyping is fine.

But I must've missed the news because I didn't know the job description of a SCOTUS changed. That it's now to determine the consensus of the American people instead of interpreting the Constitution. (Although I suppose it is progress that at least she attempted to judge by the opinion of the American people instead of judging by her personal opinion, the way most of the justices have over the past five decades.) The question in the end becomes when does the rule of law become rule-by-arbitrary-opinion? Bill Luse put it well: "It seems that the rule of men is now the rule of law".

  posted by TS @ 19:10  
July 4, 2005 

 
Various

I'd like to do a study* of the Psalms and the use of the word "blood". It's often used in the sense a desire to wash in the blood of his enemies...in one Psalm it's rendered "wash my feet in the blood of the wicked". This is interesting in light of how Paul said Christ was "made sin" for us, and how now in the New Covenant we, who are wicked, are washed in the blood of the Holy One. 
++

Our priest today had a sermon about how God is sovereign, in the sense of knowing & permitting, random events. Now that’s a real difficulty in a nutshell – moderns understand the randomness in a way ancients didn’t. The ancients didn't know of randomness and saw all events as a personal message from God. Moderns error on the other side by mistaking randomness as something apart from God, rather than something he sees and permits.
++

Abraham seemed to have his greatest test in the sacrifice of Isaac. And he lived years after, to a great old age. He was never tested again as severely. It occurred to me that it’s possible the time of our greatest testing is already behind us! At least we can hope. Just another reason not to borrow trouble.
++

St. Alphonsus tells us that we need to pray for our final perserverance daily not because God is checking off a daily prayer sheet in a desire to deny us final perserverance, but because He knows us so well, knows our single weakness which is to take Him for granted and forget His benefits. He knows well that we would grow complacent and that that which we do not seek with hunger is not appreciated.
* - I found twelve separate references to blood in the Psalms, subdivided into these categories:

Vengeance - 5
God desires Mercy, not Sacrifices - 2
Power of Innocent Blood - 4
Other - 1

  posted by TS @ 23:37  
July 1, 2005 

 
I've Gotta Be You

I was reading NRO’s list of recommended summer reads and I learned there was a new biography of C.S. Lewis. I went out to read the comments on Amazon and the gist of the new material is that C.S. Lewis drank a lot. Borderline alcoholic. But I think that’s yet another example of the historian’s mistake of judging the past by the standards of the present. Everyone drank like fish back then. Everyone was “borderline alcoholic”, at least by our present-day MADD-inspired standards. Which is just another indication of just how influenced we are by our society. That’s not to say we don’t have free will, but our behavior lives in a very cramped living space.

  posted by TS @ 23:23  
 

 
Around Town

NR's annual recommendations on beach reads.
~
Sharp pictures from the Saint Rose Priory in Springfield, KY. The "Sacred Heart at Dawn" one is exceptional.


~
John Miller on Shelby Foote's Southernness. "...if the New York Times were reviewing his book afresh this Sunday, he would be portrayed as a crank". Undoubtedly true.

  posted by TS @ 09:42  
 

 
Idiotology

My brother-in-law has been giddy after discovering scientology because it confirms his long held theory that "people are idiots" and Scientology appears to be exhibit A. (I've been lately giddy about the news that Justice Souter's hometown might be thinking of eminent domainin' his property, but that's another post.) Jesus put it in a kindler and gentler way by saying that people are sheep, and there's no question we are severely retarded compared to angels. The key is to find the right teachers and follow them. More on the wrong teachers here, here, and here.

  posted by TS @ 09:10  
 

 
To tune of David Bowie's "Ground Control":


Ground control to Major Tom, Ground control to Major Tom:
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground control to Major Tom: Commencing countdown engine's on
Check ig-nition and may L Ron be with you

This is ground control to Major Tom, you've really made the grade!
And soon you'll be a Thetan level VI,
Now it's time to leave the spaceship if you dare

This is Major Tom to ground control, I'm stepping through the door
And I'm jumping on the couch in a most peculiar way 
And Lauer looks very different today

For here am I sitting in a tin can, far above the world
Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can't do

BRIDGE

Though I've spent eight hundred thousand dollars, I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go, 
tell my ex's I love them very much, they know

Ground control to Major Tom: 
Your circuit's off, there's something wrong.
Can you hear me Major Tom? 
Can you hear me Major Tom? 
Can you hear me Major Tom? 

  posted by TS @ 07:59  
 
 
Don't Go Out a Drinkin' With Text-Messaging On Your Mind

This Columbus Dispatch story warns against text-messaging and drinking:
Drinking and text-messaging don’t mix. Just ask Kiki Valdes, 24, a Miami artist. He still regrets sending under-the-influence text messages on his cell phone to a young woman he courted while in college...

The combination of technology and inebriation can be socially destructive, said Lee Rainie, the director of the Pew Internet & American Life Project, a nonprofit group that studies the social effects of the Internet. 

‘‘You’re not looking anybody in the face," he said. ‘‘There is a social distancing that makes you say things you wouldn’t say to their face." 

Social scientists call it mechanomorphism: You get so used to communicating electronically that you start to treat people like, well, machines. Add alcohol to the mix and it can be embarrassing or even just plain mean. 

"With texts, we tend to be more abrupt. We tend to be terse and some people interpret that as being insulting," said Scott Shamp, director of the New Media Institute at the University of Georgia, who studies how college students use text messages. 

  posted by TS @ 19:02  
August 31, 2005 

 
The Blogroll Algorithm

From my Aquinas side comes the desire to systematize the unsystematizeable, so I've been trying to come up with a blogroll algorithm. At the risk of taking this whole blogging thing too seriously (oh why pretend, I've already gone down that road) here is a rough draft: 
If total points =
< 3: small chance 
3-4: moderate chance
4-5: excellent chance
> 5: no-brainer
1) I enjoy reading the blogger: 5 points
2) Blogger is effective at communicating a Catholic view of the world: 3 points
3) Blogger asks for a reciprocal link**: 5 points
4) Blogger links to me via a long list: 1 point
5) Blogger links to me on a short list: 3 points*
6) Blogger is doctrinally dangerous = -3 points

* -   Note: This shows an admirable lack of concern over what others think since they aren't embarrassed to be seen blatantly linking to this blog. There are snobs among St. Blog's and it's no surprise that not one of them links to this blog, though that could be circular reasoning on my part. :-) And in fairness snobs like reading other snobs, so one could say they come by their blogroll honestly and aren't necessarily involved in social climbing. 

** -   assuming reasonable content
__

The blogroll is by no means is complete (I just noticed today that I didn't link to Cowpi Journal despite being under the impression that all this time I had--I use bookmarks and not my own blog to hit links). And what complicates the algorithm is there are questions that apply only to one link - for example, I almost never read Mark Shea's blog (love his books!) and he doesn't link to me, so I had to add question 2 above to explain his linkage. Also I automatically link to anyone who asks since that's happened exactly once in this blog's history (not counting Mr. Viagra) -- hence question 3.

  posted by TS @ 18:47  
 

 
Recovery

Michelle Malkin has a thorough post on charitable efforts, including a list of charities bloggers are supporting. A good mix is Catholic Charities and the American Red Cross since the Red Cross serves immediate needs and Catholic Charities serves longer term needs:
While local agencies along the Gulf Coast anticipate that they will be provide some type of emergency assistance in their communities, Catholic Charities' niche in disaster relief is to provide long-term recovery work. In fact, Catholic Charities agencies in Florida are still providing services to help people recover from last year's devastating hurricanes. 
Also, just learned that EWTN's Raymond Arroyo lost his home & family restaurant.

  posted by TS @ 13:25  
 

 
Songs for a Wednesday

Tom has the Thomism blues, which inspired me to try to come up with a song for Thomists. First I was thinking along the lines of "What's the matter with Thomists? They're all right-" to the tune "What's the matter with Flintstone?". Then I thought why not play with the lyrics to Tammy Wynette's "Stand By Your Man"? It looked easier on paper so here's only the first two lines:
Sometimes it's hard to be a Thomist
Reading the scholastics instead of Drudge...

  posted by TS @ 11:03  
 

 
You Can't Get There From Here



Given that the media exists in order to hype, it was only late last night that I started to believe just how bad this disaster is. Correct me if I'm wrong, but the level of destruction suggests Katrina is going to be the worst storm since the turn of the last century, worse than even Hurricane Hugo or Andrew for example.

Last year, before a visit to the Big Easy, I recall reading this shudder-inducing scenerio of a hurricane slamming New Orleans. And while it's a relief it doesn't seem as bad as this article portended (it predicted thousands of lives lost) [Update: or maybe not], it seems to have missed the possibility of a levee breaking and water flooding via Lake Pontchatrain. Who would've thought that the worse problem would not be the hurricane itself but the levee breaking? (Though obviously the former was the cause of the latter.) 

As for Biloxi, it's hard to imagine them getting hit any worse. It was a Cat 4 and not Cat 5 storm but it feels academic at this point. Looking out at the extremely wet weather here in Central Ohio makes the storm is easy to personify; she has traveled eight hundred miles. It makes tangible our physical interconnectedness. 

Here's an excerpt from National Geographic's doomsday scenerio from a year ago:
Thousands drowned in the murky brew that was soon contaminated by sewage and industrial waste...When did this calamity happen? It hasn't—yet. But the doomsday scenario is not far-fetched. The Federal Emergency Management Agency lists a hurricane strike on New Orleans as one of the most dire threats to the nation, up there with a large earthquake in California or a terrorist attack on New York City. Even the Red Cross no longer opens hurricane shelters in the city, claiming the risk to its workers is too great.

"The killer for Louisiana is a Category Three storm at 72 hours before landfall that becomes a Category Four at 48 hours and a Category Five at 24 hours—coming from the worst direction," says Joe Suhayda, a retired coastal engineer at Louisiana State University who has spent 30 years studying the coast... "I don't think people realize how precarious we are," Suhayda says, watching sailboats glide by. "Our technology is great when it works. But when it fails, it's going to make things much worse." 
UPDATE: I can not get my head around this. I can't get my head around a city being closed for a month (or longer). I can no more get my head around this than I could around the destruction wreaked by the terrorists after 9/11. It's too big. They say as you get older you lose some of your capacity for surprise since you have seen so much more, but I am just so surprised at seeing 80% New Orleans under water and hearing the words "New Orleans is closed".

  posted by TS @ 09:46  
 

 
Not Sure Whether to Laugh or Cry

I shouldn't laugh, but this is funny. RCIA itself, given its sad state at many parishes, might serve as both initiation and goodbye. (I speak from personal knowledge; a co-worker's relapse back into the Church was going well until the utter insensitivity of the leader of RCIA helped provoke a re-relapse.) 

Anyway, as for a ritualistic song of depature, I've always been partial to "Goodbye Ladies", the song we sing at family gatherings when someone is eliminated from a card game (substituting the person's name for 'ladies' of course).

  posted by TS @ 14:40  
August 30, 2005 

 
       

"And God Said, 'Play Ball: Amusing And Thought-provoking Parallels Between The Bible And Baseball'" - Gary Graf - from blog "People of the Book", listing the tenth best selling Catholic book

His wife, wearing a Bourbon Street T-shirt with a lewd message, interjected: "I just don't want to die in this shirt." - from AP story on Hurricane Katrina, via Dawn Eden

Do you remember your First Confession? I do...and despite everything the nuns and priests told me, I was scared! But afterward -- today I saw 10 kids seemingly float out of the confessional, eager as anything to fly to the Tabernacle and pray their penance. One little girl summed it up for me: "I'm so much lighter now!"... Yup. Sin's a heavy thing, a shackle that keeps one as enslaved as the Israelites in Egypt. Only reconcilation to Jesus -- via the Sacrament -- can set us free. - The Pew Lady

About Schmidt: Look, I grew up in Palo Alto, California, and go through a tin of flavored hummus a day, but the sneering condescension that pervades every shot in this film had me yelling to my friends about the elitist values of Hollywood on the way out of the theater. Oh, look at those poor people in Omaha with their bleak, meaningless lives. I've heard people talk about how sympathetic this movie was, but is there one character who isn't presented as either an asshole or a desperate loser? - emailer quoted on Terry Teachout's blog. Teachout's co-blogger comments: "I was fully prepared to like Schmidt. I loathed it...And yet I suspect that the tonal difference between this film and Election was a matter of millimeters—millimeters that just happened to fall across some crucial line separating lampoon from contempt."

During the recent sex abuse scandals, many were amazed to discover that the bishops – advised by the science of professional psychology – believed predatory gay sex with teenagers was a curable disease. Today, we shake our heads and opine wisely, “That kind of activity is incurable, you know.” Actually, we are wrong and the bishops were right. While it may well be true that modern science finds pedophiliacs and predatory gays incurable, it is not the case that pedophilia or homosexuality are incurable. They can be cured, they just can’t be cured with the tools of modern science. The bishops’ error lay not in thinking these conditions curable, but in thinking the cure lay in modern science. It didn’t. - Steve of "Fifth Column"

The reason why we sometimes see beauty as a detraction from God is because of pride and conscupiscience. The reason why we don't see the radiance of being or, the splendor of value is because we have made ourselves and our pleasure the existential center rather than God. That is why some may rather read a good theological book rather than being with Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament. If we give each value its proper value-response, we should recognize its splendor the way it is intended. Since God is the source of all values, we must give Him admiration and reverence, the mother of all virtues. - commenter on Disputations

According to Martin Luther, faith alone saves. In his sermons, he insisted that we can commit adultery one hundred times a day and still be saved, as long as we had faith...But that’s just bad theology. Faith doesn’t save, marriage saves. Faith is a product of marriage. Faith comes from trusting the Bridegroom and remaining faithful to Him. Faithful living is what you do after you take the vows. - Steve of "Fifth Column"

We live in the shadows of bad mid-century exegesis, which was divorced from both traditional commentaries on Scripture and the rule of faith, but well-versed in the past two centuries' philological advances and the findings of comparative near Eastern studies. A typical feature of modernist exegesis is premature imputation of sinful motivations when they are not there. This tendency is the pendulum swinging the other way in reaction to the opposite tendency in 18th & 19th century traditional exegesis: namely, the tendency to gloss over the sinfulness of the holier figures in Scripture, and to stretch these pietistic interpretations beyond textual warrant...It's part of the reason why reading the New Jerome Bible Commentary can be as factually enlightening as it is dogmatically sterile...So often, a morally superior reading is neglected because it is often more difficult or slightly more obscure, and the hearty bread of the Word of God is watered down into porridge. - Old Oligarch

[That] brings to mind a source of growing irritation for me: the talk of grace being “free.” For one thing, when evangelicals use it it often sounds like a sales pitch (”… and the best part of it is, it’s all absolutely FREE!”). But more importantly, it isn’t really true. Grace is a free gift, see, but you have to choose to receive it, which means giving over your life, your possessions, and everything else to God. It might even mean martyrdom. It might be worth the cost, but it’s not like it doesn’t cost anything. It has already cost me some things. When I think it over though, the problem might be in interpreting the word “grace”, which comes from Latin gratia, meaning “gift.” Gifts are free in the sense that you don’t pay money for them; but they aren’t free in the sense of a “free lunch” or “something for nothing.” Think of the context which gifts occur. A date gives you flowers. A dinner guest gives you a bottle of wine. Your mother gives you a Christmas present. Your estranged spouse gives you a peace offering. All of these people are giving in the sense that they don’t demand payment, but it doesn’t mean they don’t want anything. They want to have a relationship with you. And relationships, as we know, have costs. - Camassia 

My mouth is watering after reading this description of Mark Shea's book about the Blessed Virgin. Secret Agent Man has been helping edit the book and asks for our prayers. Go see why this book is so interesting and I'll just stay here and get those prayers started. - Julie of "Happy Catholic"

It will be my second real Fall, far from the autumn of California "where the leaves fall not - land of my people forever." At Christendom there is a different aspect of Elvendom to be found. Soon I will be walking through the dark towards a star of fire tangled in the trees like the solitary lamp in a dark church, and between the falling leaves I will discern notes and spectral voices. When I reach the clearing, though, this forbidding air of Faërie will disperse, and there will be Peachy with his concertina and Sheila with her tin whistle and, if she can be summoned, Christina with her harp that the wind plays when she's not looking, that breathes inanimate music and reveals the architecture of the air. In Christina's hands that harp becomes a tower full of bells, or a wheel spinning thread out of flame. When the song ends a bodhran will strike up a running rhythm in the shadows, and my violin will turn fiddle and dance a reel instead of a minuet. And then there will be the singing of a score of voices while the sparks shoot starward. Let 'The Four Green Fields' be sung, and 'The Black Velvet Band'... - Meredith of "Basia Me, Catholica Sum"

  posted by TS @ 08:05  
 

 
In the Unlikely Event...

..that anyone reads this blog & not Flos Carmeli, then check out Steven's write up on Brad Paisley. Nice to see I'm not the only one to appreciate Paisley's blend of humor and spirituality. And speaking of country music, I cringe when I hear that Alan Jackson line about not knowing the "difference between Iraq & Iran" because I fear that neither will the rest of us eventually.

  posted by TS @ 21:56  
August 29, 2005 

 
Finally!

Someone with more books than Steven Riddle, who guestimates 20,000. Scott Hahn has about 50,000. Sorry Steven.

And don't worry, I'm not using that as an excuse to buy another book.

"It's just an exhibition, not a competition. Please no wagering."- David Letterman
Update: From Smock Mama via email: "my hubby says that to the intellectual the size of one's personal library is akin to the size of one's personal anatomy for nascar aficionados."

  posted by TS @ 13:38  
 

 
The '60s Were Great   ...for about ten minutes?

One thing that interests me about the '60s is how the decade brought improvements artistic and moral but both lasted for about as long as free Guinness would at an Irish festival. It reminds me how I was very skinny as a youth and then I gained poundage and for all of ten minutes at the age of 21 I was at my ideal weight. 

Some of the folk music, such as Bob Dylan's stuff, was an improvement over "How Much Is That Doggie in the Window?" (which I understand was a big hit). And politically speaking, who wouldn't take the '60s Martin Luther King over the '50s Gov. Wallace? But it's stunning how quickly openness and vulnerability morphed into exploitation and decadence. Martin Luther King gave way to Malcolm X and then worse. Bob Dylan gave way to acid-dropping rockers and then worse.

It might be a stretch to suggest a parallel in the Church but perhaps Vatican II showed a similar cycle: an improvement, an openness, but one that was quickly exploited and debased during the late '60s and early '70s. And eventually perfectly upstanding words like peace, justice, and openness became tainted by association.

  posted by TS @ 08:42  
 

 
Something We Agree On...

Nice write-up on Pope St. Pius X from Karen of "From The Anchor Hold".

Update: Last night I was reading "Saints and Sinners: A History of the Popes" by the respected Eamon Duffy and, not surprisingly, he was underwhelmed with Pope St. Pius X, who was more interested in pastoring than in making intellectuals happy, though it seems to me that you don't serve anyone well if you suppress the truth. And Duffy was particularly critical that the Pope was unhappy with those who ascribed the authorship of the Pentatuech to anyone other than Moses. 

After reading that critical biography of Pius, perhaps I'll dip into this.

  posted by TS @ 08:27  
 

 
Reconciling Cross and Gospel

From Fr. Bloomfield:


Is this [our Crosses] the Good News of the Gospel? We’re just meant to bear these Crosses until they finally kill us? NO! Christ bears these Crosses with us; He holds us up, and supports us, and ultimately makes these burdens sources of grace and life. How do we do this, though? How are we meant to bear these Crosses, when we don’t have the strength on our own?

The real Good News is that Christ desires these burdens for Himself. Don’t hold in the weight of the Cross; cast it upon Jesus in love and in humility. By daily offering to Him the Crosses of our life, we grow in love of God and neighbor. Three ways stand out as excellent means to “offer up” the Crosses that we bear...[here]

  posted by TS @ 20:57  
August 28, 2005 

 
Blog Lightning Round

      - unedited thoughts at a fast clip


Water under the sun, even in a blow-up pool, looks good.


Overhead by a fellow parishioner: “If this is a Baptism, where’s the baby?” (It later became apparent an adult was being baptized.)


“Sola Scriptura” is a Latin phrase. 


I'm a sucker for Augustine/Aquinas comparisons.


Thomas More’s wife in the movie “A Man for All Seasons”: “You’ve done all that God could reasonably want.” Thomas replies, “Love asks more than reason” (or words to that effect).


To Be Resolved: There is nothing more civilized than enjoying a cup of coffee while reading the paper on a summer morning on your back porch. 


Freshman year of college you couldn’t go a weekend without hearing the Beatles’ album with the song “All You Need Is Love”. To play it now feels a sort of treason, as if to water down its association.


The end of a vacation is the end of "irrational exuberance" in Greenspan's language and it’s appropriate it shares the end of August. Summer bears a disproportionate burden and I’m always pleasantly surprised when she delivers. The splendor of that twenty-mile bike ride through flea-speck Amlin, Ohio has resonance. As does the long hike through eighteen sun-drenched holes at Tartan.


Exercise is good, but futile in creating the "new worlds" that book, film & prayer engender and which shock one into a humility born of wonder.


Sweet memory is my wife and I “stepping out” on Saturday morning and bringing home Perkins instead of a McDonald’s breakfast. She laughed when I reported that the sign outside Perkins says “World’s Greatest French Toast” as if I my credulity was proof of my being too suspectible to advertising. The pancakes are only “world famous”, a step down. Both were good but the omelet was even better. Yum.


Went to St. Margaret's church festival and heard the band perform AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell” which caused an inward cringe. It’s harder for me to treat songs as completely innocuous, for whatever reason. (Call it Puritanism or growth).


Does Katrina & The Waves’ “Walking on Sunshine” really count as rock music Rad Trads would disapprove? [Update: Written before I heard about the hurricane Katrina. No joke intended.]


Best hip-hop song ever is Pray by MC Hammer


When my stepson was thinking of making a career change into the military, his evangelical pastor offered to fast in addition to his prayers. Humbling. “I don’t have the gift of fasting,” joked a family member but I suspect that might be the point. 
UPDATE on song "Walking on Sunshine": "That song was actually covered by the Christian ska band The Insyderz, who started out as Salvation Army missionaries in Detroit. The song was crying out for a ska/punk cover, and it works pretty well for Christian bands, being about how much the singer loves their significant other (with God generally being considered pretty significant)." - Robert of Hokie Pundit

  posted by TS @ 16:05 
 
 

 
Moving the Church

I mentioned last week how the author Garry Wills said that the Church is moved by saints, hinting that some of the problems he has with the Magisterium will only be overcome when a saint comes along (I'm guessing he wasn't among those chanting "sainthood now!" after the death of Pope John Paul II).

What he says is true to some extent. A progressive Catholic in our diocesan newspaper said as much, pointing out how theologians are always disrespected until they are honored. The classic example is St. Thomas Aquinas, who sniffed of heresy until after his death. There are also theologians like Henri de Lubac and Yves Congar were persona non grata until they were suddenly invited to Vatican II and treated with much respect. So yes, that's the way things work.

But - and it's a large one - you don't know which theologies are authentic in real time, unless the Church speaks. Many think they know and many place their opinions above the Church's anyway so it's not an issue. But one cannot know. And to be in the dark is a cross to bear, perhaps not the heaviest one, but one nonetheless. The temptation is to want to be ahead of Revelation.

What is also interesting to me is that Garry Wills seems to be making a truth claim in favor of the Catholic Church (an unlikely position for him to be in) when he says that saints move the Church. Because if we take the larger perspective, we find that you don't have to holy to move Christianity. One of the seminal figures in Christian history was Martin Luther, and even most Lutherans wouldn't think of him as particularly holy or saintly. Certainly the fact that his first bible translation excluded the book of James implies that he felt himself not only above the Church but above Scripture, which means that - inadvertently, of course - he was putting the Catholic Church on par with Scripture by treating parts of both as worthy of rejection.

  posted by TS @ 11:51  
 

 
Latest George Strait Country Song:


Hope is an anchor and love is a ship, time is the ocean and life is a trip
You don't know where you're going, ‘till you know where you're at
And if you can't read the stars, well you better have a map
A compass and a conscience, so you don’t get lost at sea
Or on some lonely island, where no one wants to be

From the beginning of creation, I think our maker had a plan
For us to leave these shores and sail beyond the sand
And let the good light guide us through the waves and the wind
To the beaches in a world where we have never been
And we'll climb up on a mountain, y'all we'll let our voices ring
Those who've never tried it, they'll be the first to sing

- latest George Strait song, with the lyric "I ain’t never seen a hearse / with a luggage rack"

  posted by TS @ 11:49  
 

 
Why Do I Torture Myself ... 

...by watching This Week's Bad News With George Stephanopoulos?

The legs this Cindy Sheehan story has is inexplicable, as inexplicable as the legs the Swiftboat story had during the presidential campaign. I suppose the left has found its answer to MADD, only it's been rechristened as: "Mothers Against Their Sons Enlisting In The Army And Getting Killed, Especially If They Don't Like the Commander-In-Chief".

But I digress. I wanted to share this bon mot from fellow Catholic Cokie Roberts: "...even the Pope, who is not known as particularly friendly to women...". (It's always family members that hurt the worst ain't it?) And here I had no idea the pope was a misogynist! Why the heck did the College of Cardinals elect a pope who isn't friendly to half the human race? There's an outrage for you.

Roberts went on to explain that the big problem with the RU-486 pill is that poor women won't have access to it until it's widely available, which means poor women will not have an equal opportunity to sin.

Like I said, I'm a glutton for punishment sometimes. /rant

  posted by TS @ 11:48  
 

 
Violence in the Bible

I cheated on my blog by commenting elsewhere on violence in the Old Testament so here's a recap. 

A great mystery is why the Flood: Why would God kill his people? Perhaps to get through to us the message of His sovereignty. Perhaps as an example to teach us how bad sin is. (Most of us tend to look upon physical violence with horror while looking on moral violence (i.e. sin) with precious little horror; centuries ago people were more concerned about moral health than physical, so we naturally consider them barbarians.) To me, it's much more interesting to me whether these people went to Heaven or not, than why God killed them. 

Violence is not unique to the OT of course. In the chapter 5 of Acts Ananias and Saphira were killed because they were holding back money from the community. And personally I don't think it's tragic UNLESS they went to Hell. That is what is unimaginable. And St. Augustine thinks they didn't. From Orchard's Commentary: 
"The grave punishment was exemplary, to show the respect due to the Church, and preserve discipline, both so necessary for the persecuted infant community. Ananias and Saphira had received the Holy Spirit and many graces, 'yet it is to be believed that after this life God spared them, for his mercy is great'. (St. Aug. Sermon. 148)

  posted by TS @ 11:06  
 

 
Motiveless

He loves us not
that we might love Him
for being Love itself
he comes by it honestly.

  posted by TS @ 23:31  
August 27, 2005 

 
Dialogue from the film A Man For All Seaons

In the movie, the servant Matthew would seem to have little to offer the brilliant Thomas More, as we would have far less to offer Christ. But see this marvelous exchange:
Sir Thomas More: "I shall miss you Matthew."

His servant Matthew: "Oh no sir, you see through me, I know that."

More: "I - shall - miss - you."

[Later, Matthew to his wife]: "Miss me? What's in me for him to miss!?"

Later, Sir Thomas upon being seen as too lawyerly in trying to escape the snares of his enemies says:
God made the angels to show Him splendor, as he made animals for innocence and plants for their simplicity, but man he made him to give Him wittily the tangle of his mind...It's God's part, not our own, to bring ourselves to such a pass. Our natural business lies in escaping.

  posted by TS @ 12:14  
 

 
Regional Differences

I was listening to travel writer William Least Heat Moon on C-Span's In Depth and he said that despite the fact that so many U.S. cities look almost identical (i.e. McDonald's on every corner, Walmarts, etc...) they retain remarkable diversity in terms of the people.

That's been true in my micro experience, in my move between Cincinnati and Columbus, two Ohio cities a scant hundred miles apart. You might think that all large Ohio cities within a hundred miles of each other would be alike but you'd be wrong. I imagined Columbus a "Cincinnati North" but there are a thousand little differences, some trivial but some enough to give the places a very different feel. 

One difference is that the ice cream man that comes around in Columbus is not Mr. Softee, and he plays a horrible tune which I've blocked out due to PTES (Post Traumatic Earworm Syndrome). When I see the ugly Columbus version of an ice cream truck my aesthetic sensibilities are offended. It's like nails on a chalkboard.

        

The real thing -- I always pine for my youth when I see cheap imitators. Note the elegant design, the large amount of white space, the artistic Mr. Softee icon. Can you say c-l-a-s-s?

There are also differences political, religious, visual and social which some might argue are more important than ice cream truck varieties. I grew up in the most conservative county in Ohio, one that gave Bill Clinton only twelve votes (I jest, but only slightly). I now live in a county that can't make up its mind between Democrats and Republicans, conservatives and liberals. Religiously, there are twice as many Catholics per capita in the Cincy area as Columbus. Geographically, Cincinnati has a lot of hills while Columbus is as flat as a dollar bill. 

Columbus is startlingly mild-mannered compared to Cincy (which to anyone on the east coast will sound hard to believe, like saying that Mississippi is hotter than Texas in the summer). The difference is most obvious in Cincy's radio talk show hosts who wallow in controversy and aren't afraid to offend, compared to Columbus's, who avoid offense like the plague.

  posted by TS @ 17:43  
August 26, 2005 

 
Minding The Mysteries

I found this messianic passage from Tobit a spur to try to concentrate on the mysteries on the rosary more strenuously, seeing prosperity as the Glorious Mysteries and the chastisements as the Sorrowful ones: 
Happy are those who love You,
and happy are those who rejoice in Your prosperity.

Happy are all the men who shall grieve over You,
over all Your chastisements. -Tobit 13

  posted by TS @ 17:30  
 

 
March of the Penguins

Saw the National Geographic documentary “March of the Penguins” and arguably ne’er a harder life has any animal. The emperor penguins of the Antarctic have their arduous way of survival down pat, but one that involves the males losing half their weight by going four months without food and the females taking frequent fifty mile hikes in fifty-degree-below-zero weather. The thought occurs: There’s gotta be an easier way. But they’d rather fight than switch, so they remain in that unforgiving environment, huddled against the cold, taking turns being in the center where the warm thirty-degree-below-zero “heat” is. And all in order to bear baby penguins. It was an inspiring film from the standpoint of overcoming obstacles and community cooperation. But mostly it was inspiring to see the warming notion of self-sacrifice. 

It was interesting to note how the baby penguins go from babies to adults. They spend the first year of their life warmed and fed by their mother and father. But then both parents leave and for four years the babies grow up together in the ocean waters, seemingly oblivious to care. No long hikes in the bitter cold like their parents, no long periods without food. No, these difficulties are only encountered in the raising of little penguins. Then, like a switch, they begin the difficult life of adults. Apparently without complaint. And I was impressed by the fact that so many of us human beings have a lot to learn from these penguins who are so willing to gallantly sacrifice themselves for children.

  posted by TS @ 17:20  
 

 
Which Mary? 

The Word Among Us on Monday's feast of the Queenship of the Blessed Virgin Mary featured an interesting quote from the late Pope John Paul II: 
"Far from creating distance between her and us, Mary's glorious state brings about a continuous and caring closeness."
Which Mary do you think of when you think of the Blessed Mother? Do you think of the quiet virgin who gave birth but who otherwise seemed almost ordinary, someone who never drew attention to herself and lived so modestly? Or do you think of the Mary in her glorified body, the Mary crowned in Heaven, the Immaculate Conception, the Mary of the apparations? 

It may be hard to connect these "two Marys" but I think it may also be difficult to connect ourselves and those we know now with how we'll be in Heaven, since the difference between our present sinfulness and our glorification is surely great.

The queenship of Mary is difficult for some non-Catholics to accept but perhaps there's a rough analogy in the film Lord of the Rings. At the very end, all of "Heaven" cheers and honors the hobbit Frodo, not because of Frodo's amazing powers but because when given great responsibility he made the right choices. No one worships Frodo, knowing with Gandalf lay the power, but nonetheless there was remarkable recognition and gratefulness expressed towards him by the entire community.

  posted by TS @ 17:31  
August 25, 2005 

 
Finding Miss Luse

Well I had the pleasure of meeting one Bernadette Luse today, daughter of the Professor, in somewhat less than ideal circumstances: She had a difficult round of golf, ending five over. But she was a professional and cordial despite it. We both agreed we'd wished Bill was here. 

The day started with an unusual celestial event - the sun was in the eastern part of the sky. And instead of moving downward into the horizon, it slowly went up! Amazing. Can you tell I'm not a morning person?

After a long walk from the parking lot I saw a sign saying that cellphones and cameras are strictly verboten during the tournament days, e.g. Thurs-Sat. (This was a twofer as I was double-barrelled.) I turned off the cell phone and only got the camera out for very long shots, which is why the photo below looks like it was taken from the Goodyear blimp:


Bern's in a red skirt, to the right of a sign indicating their score 

It all started where golf rounds usually do - hole numero uno. I found myself in a gallery of one, so when Bern whispered something to her caddy causing him to quickly looked over his shoulder at me, I figured it was something like "there's that blogger my dad told me to watch out for." My goal was to keep a low profile and not be a distraction to her until after 18 holes. 

I was amazed to find that their drives on number 1 were all within a few feet of each other. Never happens when I play, where after teeing off our group scatters to the four winds of the fairway (and surrounding highway). 

She had by far the prettiest swing of her threesome, which included an Aussie named Shani Waugh and another golfer named Kate Golden. Waugh had a really interesting putting motion - she holds her left hand in a fist way up on the handle. Wierd. But effective. Golden was especially golden - when Bernadette was trying to putt on 16 someone in the grandstand was making noise and Kate looked at them and held her hands up as if to say, "shut up!". 

I made eye contact with Bern after hole 3 and she gave me the sweetest smile. I looked away, guilty that I'd caused a distraction. The difference between her game face and when she smiles demonstrates an impressive mobility of expression. 
After a tough round...the real Miss Luse So the holes went by and things were mostly under control until around 16, before which she was always only 1 or 2 over. But then as the putts went errant late in the day I began to wonder what I'd say. It's kind of awkward because you can't say "nice round" and "you'll do better tomorrow" sounds condescending.

I made my own faux paus on 17 when I trudged up the hill, head down, to where they were teeing off. I finally lift my head and everyone, including the golf pros, are telling me to freeze since one of them was trying to tee off. Oops.

After the match she disappeared into a little tent for about three or four minutes and then came out and I introduced myself and told her I was her number one fan in Ohio. Pretty cheesey, I know.

 



 

 

Excellent weather

  posted by TS @ 13:15  
 

 
Missing Miss Luse




Well I'm a sucker for undercover blog reporting situations and when the LPGA coincided with my vacation week at home (the latter is always 53 weeks from the previous one for reasons I won't bore you with) I knew I'd be scoping out the scene, if only for blog fodder. Which is not a particularly good reason of course. I'm becoming something of a blogslut. Any time you alter your vacation plans one iota for your blog then you know you're in trouble. Documenting experiences tends to distort experiences, which is why so many people take a vacation less for the trip than to look at the pictures when they get home. 

But I digress...I wouldn't miss her in the tournament of course, but today seemed a long shot as far as meeting Miss Luse. The word on the street was that you might meet a pro on the practice hole or the putting green and it was a pluperfect sunny day. (I was thinking that these pros will never realize how rare these kind of days are in Central Ohio.) 

I felt a bit self-conscious arriving alone in this golf mecca not far from Jack Nicholas's Muirfield. Old money can sniff out no money, so I had no illusions that my carefully selected Izod golf-ish shirt was going to fool anybody. But I wanted a fighting a chance. Lacking a proper golf visor, I went with my Tennessee Vols cap. After the walk from the parking lot I slunk up to the putting green in front of the well-appointed Clubhouse. Watching the girls, I felt like a stalker. I surely fit the profile: unshaven white male mid-to-upper 30s (I like to gild my profile's lily), here in the middle of the week when most white males mid-to-upper 30s are working. And since I'm in favor of profiling I didn't have a problem with it. Yes I am mostly likely to be a stalker - I don't want my Grandma being looked at suspiciously by security guards. It didn't help that I was carrying a camera and walkman in my pockets, which made me look like I was packing heat or glad to see them. Or both.


This one's for Bob. Eat your heart out! 

I wandered to and fro through the Clubhouse to the first hole to the putting green. And then it suddenly occurred to me: I don't know that I'd know her if I saw her! I've only seen one good picture of her face, the one on the LPGA website, and I've found that as I age all attractive young women are beginning to look the same. When I was a attractive young man there seemed to be large variation in looks, but now anybody under the age of [redacted due to the possibility of older readers reading this] looks darn good.

I'm sure meeting her father's middle-aged blogging buddy is not high on her list of things she'd like to do. I missed her today, but that only builds the anticipation. Wouldn't Ahab have been disappointed if he'd found the whale immediately? (Not to suggest any similarity of course. And I do find that sentiment much less applicable to God, Who I'd prefer to meet immediately if not sooner.) Here are some pics for your viewing entertainment. Maybe I got a picture of Bern inadvertently:


Bern Lookalikes, Fooling the Eye


Not Bern either  


Nope!

  posted by TS @ 16:01  
August 24, 2005 

 
Titanic Display

   

The Titanic exhibit here in Columbus was packed with people. There is something about it that has captured imaginations in way other tragedies haven't. My mother asked why should that be.

I think it was mostly the tremendous loss of life though part of it is also the way it seemed almost fated. So many little things went wrong that it makes us play the "what if" games. What if the Titanic had hit the iceberg straight on (it would not have sank). What if the lookouts hadn't misplaced the binoculars? (They probably would've seen the iceberg earlier and avoided it). There are dozens more examples. There was even another ship in the area that might've come and saved over a thousand souls but for another 'what if'.

It also seemed a potent symbol. Western society was proud of her technological innovations and for many it seemed that science, not God, was the ticket to prosperity. Science was an unalloyed good (this was before the invention of the atomic bomb), and if you squinted your eyes hard enough it seemed mankind was progressing. (Two world wars and the Hitler & Stalin regimes woke most up to the fact that human nature wasn't progressing as quickly as science.) The Titanic was billed as the "unsinkable ship", which made it almost a poster child for that time's hubris. 

The Titanic was also a luxury liner. One Christian who survived wrote something that shows the difference in attitude between today's Christians, who are very comfortable with pleasure and comfort to the point of some evangelists advertising a "health & wealth gospel", and those of yesteryear. Back then, closer to America's Puritan roots, they were far more suspicious: 
"The pleasure and comfort which all of us enjoyed upon this floating palace, with its extraordinary provisions for such purposes, seemed an ominous feature to many of us, including myself, who felt it almost too good to last without some terrible retribution inflicted by the hand of an angry omnipotence."
The exhibit included picture & text concerning a Catholic priest who was traveling in order to officiate at his brother's wedding. And it was one of these last minute change of ship deals - a "what if" of tragic proportions. I thought only of how sad that wedding must've been (though it was surely delayed). But then I read how the priest comforted many souls as the ship went down and led an impromptu interdenominational prayer service. And it occurred to me that it was great that there was a priest on board, that maybe the "bad luck" the priest had had in transferring at the last minute to the Titanic was instead providential.

  posted by TS @ 07:52  
 

 
Journal du Jour





It’s odd to feel rich.

But the sun makes it so, for there’s not a millionaire in southern California with so much beauty in front of him right now.

My wife’s landscaping skills have borne a rich harvest, a sweet profusion of yellows and purples beside a fountain constantly replenishing itself under a sunsational sky with a rock star sun, the sky a tingle blue, the tangle of greens around a grotto of stones, the water cascading from level to level to level. The wind hits the poplars and they glint a thousand times, their leaves signatories of glories, white-hot suitors of surrounding greens. 

The ash looks like a stevedore, soliciting and shapely, reminding me of Hillerich & Bradsby’s finest. The cornflowers are bound with string to keep them from straying wildly. They look stiff, like wallflowers at a party. But then the shell shock of sun on skin and leaf and light lit of radiance falls from the sky on them and me and they look so...happy. If nature is an elaborate parable then what does it say that so many completely different environments shed so much beauty? Rain forests and deserts, mountains and plains – all unquenchably beautiful.

  posted by TS @ 12:42  
August 23, 2005 

 
       

Beauty is experienced as a pleasurable good, as something that is pleasant to experience, as something that satisfies the appetite. But we often misapprehend a pleasurable good as a useful good, as something that is good because it lets us acquire some further good. We don't always recognize, for instance, that looking at the physical beauty of another person ought to suffice; the pleasure of apprehending a beautiful human body is itself the good we are apprehending, not the opportunity to use the beauty of the body to obtain some other, carnal good. This idea is at least consistent with the fact that so many people find the beauty of nature conducive to contemplation in a way the beauty of other people is not. In general, the sight of a green tree against a blue sky is not perceived as the means to some other good. - Tom of Disputations

I once attended an open forum facilitated by someone who, for better or worse, had been put in charge of Catholic Ministry to Young Adults in the diocese of Wellington. At one point in the evening, he asked everyone what we thought the Church could offer to young people. When my turn came, I said: "Old people."

...(Haven't they noticed that hundreds of thousands of youth are gathering in Cologne right now, ready to rock with an old man in his seventies? People, get a clue . . .) - Sancta Sanctis (do go read the whole post)

After reading various efforts in recent months of blog-poetry, I debut with my own poem - written at least 25 years ago. My 10th grade English teacher thought it had more depth than I had. I had scribbled to complete an assignment as the teacher walked in the room. It is a Haiku:
The balancing branch
It may fall when I pass by
Think I'll take my chanc's 
---J Curley of Bethune Catholic

On one of the days, we used this song, brilliantly composed by Jessica (with a little help from her friends) to the tune of "I'm Gonna Be (500 miles)," and sung by Holly ten (yes, ten) times, as the kids moved through the Learning Centers. Enjoy!
"When he was born, well his mother knew he’d be
Yeah he’d be the one who defended the truth
And she raised him, yes she raised him up to be
A good Christian like good mothers try to do.

But Augustine, didn’t like theology
He liked to drink and party all the long day through
And if you struggle with sins of impurity
St. Augustine’d be the role model for you

But his mother prayed 500 times
And then she prayed 500 more
So he’d be the man who laid 1000 sins
all down at Heaven’s door...

Well Augustine, he wrote many useful things
Telling all the faithful Catholics what to do.
“You are great Lord, and greatly to be praised,
Our hearts are restless, Lord, until they rest in you.”

Because his mother prayed 500 hours
And then she prayed 500 more
So he’d be the man who laid 1000 sins
all down at Heaven’s door

--Emily of "Holy Whapping"

The "total war" state is a fiction created by the defenders of total to explain why they too must be as dirty as those they fight. When I see newsreels of freaky Muslims burning American flags and chanting in some strange Arab jive about the "Great Satan" I think, "Dude, those people suck." But the fact that people suck, or their parents suck, or their children suck, does not render them combatants. - commenter Loudon on Amy's blog

'Nobody can prove the existence of God - otherwise faith would be meaningless' ...stands in direct contradiction to the doctrine of the Catholic Church: "1. If anyone says that: the one, true God, our creator and lord, cannot be known with certainty from the things that have been made, by the natural light of human reason: let him be anathema." -- Zippy refuting a commenter on Amy's blog

Nota Bene: I know perfectly well what is meant by "the Christ of faith" and "the Jesus of history". I have staked the purpose of my life, my very existence, on the proposition that the two are identical. We now return you to your regularly scheduled blog. - Patrick of Orthonormal Basis

If, as the headline writer interprets him, he means displaying crucifixes, before we get to government buildings, I'd suggest we start with our church at St. Al's....In practice, we have a crucifix on Good Friday, and the rest of the year Jesus and the Amazing Liturgical Color Dreamcoat. - Terrence Berres

I have always wanted to be one of those clean desk people...But this desk? It's fallen prey to the forces that infest every flat surface in my house: Horizontal Magnetization. No matter how I struggle, my flat surfaces become immediately stacked up with stuff. - MamaT of Summa Mamas

"I am happy to be with them, to confirm their faith and to enliven their hope," [the Pope] added. That statement is striking, and an answer to those who fret about celebrity worship and wonder why the Pope-focus. He knows why he's there. - Amy Welborn

  posted by TS @ 12:21  
 

 
Pope St. Pius X - August 21

Yesterday was the feast of one of the more fascinating saints of the last century: Pope St. Pius X. A highly educated anti-Modernist, he was a champion of the common man. He once reacted to news of a modernist critic with a smile, saying, "Come, did he not allow that after all I was a good priest? Now, of all praise, that is the only one I have ever valued." He also once said that the elite were "abounding in wisdom of the world yet utterly reckless and foolish in matters of religion" which seems a characterization that gave them the benefit of the doubt.

It's heartbreaking to read of how impotent even a saint and the pontiff of nearly a billion Catholics was/is against the world; all his efforts to prevent what would become World War I were for naught; he died suddenly a few weeks after the outbreak. It literally broke his heart. And yet the knowledge of his helplessness is an impetus to working with our current Holy Father, who faces a similar seemingly hopeless cause in trying to reverse Western Christianity's spiritual decline.

I was watching the progressively misguided Garry Wills on C-Span's "In Depth" a week or two ago and he said something most of us would agree with. He said that the only way to move the church is the witness of a saint, which makes a kind of sense because sanctity carries with it a kind of authority. (Which also reminds me how ill-advised the Anglican church was in choosing to elect a gay bishop who had ditched his wife and children for his male lover; doesn't exactly inspire confidence.) So Wills hinted that it would take a saint to allow gay marriage, woman priests, and presumably abortion on demand. But what was interesting is that works both ways. And the only papal saint of modern times was somewhat of a "backward-looker" in the eyes of the world. Sometimes it takes a saint to recover what was lost?

Perhaps St. Pius might be termed a Traditionalist today but without a hint of the awful "New Oxford Review" about him. He was surprisingly non-rigorist considering the reputation of the ultra-orthodox - he opened up Communion to all children from the age of reason on and he encouraged frequent, even daily, Communion. He also promulgated use of the Vulgate and my first reaction was a but - but that doesn't reflect the latest manuscripts and Scripture scholarship (although admittedly St. Jerome had access to manuscripts we don't have). But he was always a pastor first and an academic second and there's something godlike in that because God Himself is pastor first which I think was shown in the Old Testament, where He condescends and is willing to use the imperfect instrument as a conduit to the better.

Finally, since I'm a nut for incorruptibility, the following is taken from the Wikipedia online encyclopedia:
On 19 May 1944, Pope Pius X's coffin was exhumed and was taken to the Chapel of the Holy Crucifix in St. Peter's Basilica for the canonical examination. Upon opening the coffin, the examiners found the body of Pius X completely preserved, despite the fact that he had died 30 years before and was not embalmed.

  posted by TS @ 19:57  
August 22, 2005 

 
A Short History of STG

STG began as a humble one-man operation and has expanded into teams of researchers combing millions of blogs for quotable quotes. Nah, it's still a humble one man operation.

I come by it honestly, the desire to cull quotes is apparently inbred. I still own an index card file full with quotes culled & pasted from newspapers or magazines. (Effect hoary old man voice) - that's what we used to do when I was a kid, back before the Internet. 

My great-great grandfather Milligan left his children a valuable collection of postage stamps as well as large books of hand-written quotes; the kids fought over the stamps except for my great grandfather who went with the quotes. I'm poor for this reason. (This paragraph is fictional.)

Wayne Gretzky says you miss a hundred percent of the shots you don't take and I miss 100% of the posts I don't read so don't hesitate to send nominations for STG inclusion, though publication is not guaranteed.

Fine Print: STG not available in Oregon.

UPDATE: "You're more than just STG to us, Tom! - Mary at St. Blog's Parish Hall .. Isn't she sweet?

  posted by TS @ 08:39  
August 21, 2005 

 
Introducing...

~ Calvinist Magazine! ~      Summer 2005 | 8.1

   ....the ‘zine only the Elect read! 

--Including an excerpt from our sister mag, Calvinist Romance:


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In This Issue:


Elect If You Are, Damned if You Aren’t


Tiptoe Thru the Tulip


Reform Your Church - Leave It!


Free Will and Other Oxymorons


Why You Are Predestined To Read This Article


He Ain't Heavy, He's My Damned Brother


Supralapsarianism & You


Kudos to our founder
And Cal-toons too!

   --('Calvinist Romance' art credit: Third Grace)
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Next Month:


(via Cartoonist Kevin Giovanetto)
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Note: Some brain cells were killed in assisting the making of this post.

  posted by TS @ 22:14  
August 19, 2005 

 
Journal Excerptables

Vacations spent at home have a special sort of magic to them, open as they are to the four winds and breezeworthy as a midsummer field. Art looms larger than in regulation life and so much free time gives off the impression of possibility.

Since anticipation is a pleasure, let me count the events: Reds game on Sunday, a visit to the ‘rents on Monday. On Tuesday the great Bernadette Luse plays golf fifteen minutes from my house and while I’d rather meet her father it is said you can see the parent in the child so I’ll make do. And to see excellence of any kind is a kind of magic. To watch her play will be akin to watching Kreskin work: just as there is no way on God’s green earth I can bend a spoon with my mind there is no way I can get that white ball from that tee to that hole in as few a shots. (To quote Perry Como, 'It's impossible...to stick a Cadillac up your nose, it's just impossible...') Sometimes I feel a bit mournsome that the great athletic genes I’ve been given lay dormant although I'm comforted that the genes appear close enough to invisible in me as to give others very little sense of waste. My claim to athletic fame is playing B-league Fraternity basketball on a struggling team and being given by the coach a "license to drive". I took him literally and ended up with a charge. Such is life among the elect. 

Wednesday is mostly a day fragrant with the must of bookstores and the jigs of Irish music, not necessarily in that order. Thursday I am signed up for Bingo from 6-10. I hope earlier in the day to watch the LPGA’rs. Friday I plan on visiting my alma mater, lots of biking and running. Saturday we’ve got a party at my wife’s friend’s house and afterwards, or more accurately before, this vacation will be in its death throes...

  posted by TS @ 22:12  
 

 
Irish Song Friday

Now playing: Makem Brothers, Who Fears to Speak 

The phrase sean-bhean bhocht is Irish for "poor old woman", symbol of Ireland. 


O! The French are on the sea
Says the sean-bhean bhocht;
The French are on the sea,
Says the sean-bhean bhocht;
O! the French are in the bay,...

To the Curragh of Kildare
The boys will they repair
And Lord Edward will be there
Says the sean-bhean bhocht. 
Lyrics here

  posted by TS @ 14:56  
 

 
I, Blogger   --  say like "I, Claudius"

It's kind of fun to blogify a word or phrase within a classic text. For example, change the word "government" to "blog" in the Declaration of Independence:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal ... --That to secure these rights, Blogs are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Blog becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute a new Blog...
Or...substituting "bloggers" for "gods" in The Illiad:
Now the bloggers were sitting with Jove in council upon the golden floor while Hebe went round pouring out nectar for them to drink, and as they pledged one another in their cups of gold they looked down upon the town of Troy. The son of Saturn then began to tease Juno,talking at her so as to provoke her. "Menelaus," said he, "has two good friends among the bloggers, Juno of Argos, and Minerva of Alalcomene, but they only sit still and blog on, while Venus keeps ever by Alexandrus' side to defend him in any danger..."
From Dickens' Great Expectations, substituting blog for references to Miss Havisham's house:
For such reasons I was very glad when ten o'clock came and we started for the blogs; though I was not at all at my ease regarding the manner in which I should acquit myself under a blogger's roof. Within a quarter of an hour we came to the blog, which was of old brick, and dismal, and had a great many iron bars to it. 
DH Lawrence in "Sons & Lovers" blog for 'reading' and 'learning': 
She hated her position as swine-girl. She wanted to be considered. She wanted to learn, thinking that if she could blog, as Paul said he could blog, "Colomba", or the "Voyage autour de ma Chambre", the world would have a different face for her and a deepened respect. She could not be princess by wealth or standing. So she was mad to have blogging whereon to pride herself. For she was different from other folk, and must not be scooped up among the common fry. Blogging was the only distinction to which she thought to aspire.
Edgar Allen Poe, substituting blog for wine or drinking in The Cask of Amontillado
He had a weak point -- this Fortunato -- although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared. He prided himself on his connoisseurship in blogs...In painting and gemmary, Fortunato, like his countrymen , was a quack, but in the matter of old blogs he was sincere...It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my friend. He accosted me with excessive warmth, for he had been blogging much....

  posted by TS @ 11:21  
 

 
Murdoch's Prose

It's eerie to the point of painful (given the type of death she would experience) to read the following passage from Iris Murdoch, who died after a struggle with Alzheimer's (from her novel "Bruno's Dream"):


"Philosophers say we own our own deaths. I don't think so. Death contradicts ownership and self."
Other excerpts:
"Do you think one must worship something?"
"Yes. But real worship involves waiting. If you wait He comes, He finds you."
~
Do you know, Nigel, that there is a spider called Amaurobius, which lives in a burrow and has its young in the late summer, and then it dies when the frosts begin, and the young spiders live through the cold by eating their mother's dead body. One can't believe that's an accident. I don't know that I imagined God as having thought it all out, but somehow He was connected with the pattern, He was the pattern...
~
Inside the railings the uncut grass made the cemetery look like a field, or more like a ruined city with its formal yet grassy streets and squares: Ostia, Pompeii, Mycenae. 

  posted by TS @ 09:29  
 

 
The Bush Seminar, Circa 2500 A.D.

...We are pretty sure George W. Bush existed, even discounting all American documentation which would necessarily be directed towards a particular audience and reflect bias.

However, the respected historian JosephsusDude does make mention of Bush: "In the year 2000 Jeorge W. Bush was elected President of United States."

We don't think Bush said many of things attributed to him and we believe figures such as Saddam Hussein were likely invented by Bush Administration in order to go to war.

  posted by TS @ 09:10  
 

 
Meanwhile, Closer to Home...

It's pretty ironic that after I tilted at Protestant minister windmills I open my own Catholic diocesan newspaper and find enough raw meat to make your average agnostic happy. At least in my Protestant minister's newsletter there's no chance you're going to see an article on how there was no connection between King David and Jesus (dismissing the genealogies as silly attempts to link the unlinkable).

So I continued my "annoy-via-emails" ministry, writing to Catholic Times & the bishop excerpted below:
...I'm writing about the latest column about Peter, where Fr. Hummer explains how there is much doubt about what "the rock" means.

No there isn't. Not if you're Catholic. The Church has definitively interpreted THIS passage for us. But you wouldn't know it from Fr. Hummer's column....

Flannery O'Connor said of the Eucharist: "if it's just a symbol, to hell with it". And to paraphrase, if Peter wasn't called "the rock" because of Christ's intention to found a Church, then the hell with the church! Because that would make the church a purely human institution just as the Eucharist, if a symbol, would be merely bread. 
Part of the reason I so admire and love Pope Benedict XVI is that he is a Scripture scholar who hasn't lost his faith. Modernity is all skepticism and no consolations. Compare and contrast Fr. Hummer's article (not online but here's a good column that is, regarding a downsized exec) with this random excerpt from Fr. Farrell's "My Way of Life", a summary of the Summa Theologica by Thomas Aquinas: 
The sacraments are a wonderful gift of God to men. Through them, the power of Christ's Passion is applied to the souls of men for their salvation. Through the sacraments men are reborn and remade into the likeness of Christ. Through the sacraments men become the children of GOd and heirs of heaven. Because they are effective signs of the grace which they signify, they give men an easy way to obtain the grace of God. They are another tender sign of God's mercy. He has not left men to wonder whether they have obtained the grace of God or can obtain the grace of God. No one need roam restlessly through life seeking in out-of-the-way places for some uncertain sign of God's mercy. The sacraments are the visible signs of God's love for men.
And the Church itself is also a visible sign of God's love for men.

  posted by TS @ 08:54  
 

 
Lightening the Proverbial Load

It's been far too long since the last installment of "Why is My Bookbag So Heavy?", mostly because the answers are pretty self-evident since I blog about them (i.e. "Two Towers", Thomas Sowell's latest, an Iris Murdoch novel). 

But I thought I'd report some recent successes - books I didn't buy! These are books I actually resisted - thus saving money, shelf-space and my shoulders. I either didn't have a large amount of confidence in ever reading them, or they seemed too costly, or, as in the case of the Ratzinger bio, I borrowed from the library:


Ireland : A Novel - Frank Delaney
Poems of Christina Rossetti
Pope Benedict XVI : A Personal Portrait - Heinz-Joachim Fischer;
1962 Missal by Barionus Press
Shorter Oxford English Dictionary, Fifth Edition (Thumb Indexed, 2 Volumes) - William R. Trumble; 
Our Culture, What's Left of It : The Mandarins and the Masses - Theodore Dalrymple;
That's not to say I escaped totally. Having not bought a book in at least a month, there was a lot of pent-up demand:

"A Stay Against Confusion : Essays on Faith and Fiction" Ron Hansen; 
"The Last Voyage of Columbus : Being the Epic Tale of the Great Captain's Fourth Expedition, Including Accounts of Swordfight, Mutiny, Shipwreck, Gold, War, Hurricane, and Discovery" Martin Dugard; 
"In This House of Brede" Rumer Godden; 
"Garlands of Grace: An Anthology of Great Christian Poetry" Regis Martin; 
"Here. Now. A Catholic Guide to the Good Life." Amy Welborn; 

  posted by TS @ 11:09  
August 18, 2005 

 
Don't Do As I Do - Lesson 421,021

For reasons I can only attribute to natural preversity (the same reason I occasionally read Nancy Nall), I listen to a Bob Jones-educated Baptist pastor who discusses various & sundry issues on an admittedly entertaining radio talk show. 

He says he has lots of Catholic listeners, for which he is grateful, though not quite grateful enough not to resist Catholic bashing though one man's Catholic bashing is another man's simple declaration of differences. He says he has a "large file" he keeps of thin-skinned Catholics (no doubt including moi) who claim he is unfair to Papists, though he vehemently protests that. 

(One time he read all the anathemnas (he referred to them as curses) from the Council of Trent against Protestants. That was a fun show. I called up and told him that only applied to the original reformers themselves, not intended for today's Protestants.)

But anyhow, yesterday he talked about how a bishop who heads a USCCB ecumenical council was a hypocrite because he wants to join with other Christian denominations to work against Fundamentalists, the latter a group in which our Baptist pastor includes himself. What kind of ecumenical spirit is that he asks? So that's fine and fair. But then he goes into a spiel about how Rome thinks of herself as "Mother Church" and that all Protestants are "rebellious children" who at the time of the Reformation "got mad and left". He said it all in a mocking tone, as if Rome was utterly condescending. "Rebellious children" was said about five times. I'm sure all the Protestants out there got that none-too-subtle message. So my kneejerk reaction was an email:

Bob, it is high-larious how you Catholic bash even while protesting you don't Catholic bash. It's just too funny. On today's show you made several references to the Roman church calling Protestants as "rebellious children", "teenagers", who "got mad and left". You obviously want Protestants to think "boy, that Roman church is condescending and uppity". (By the way, you of all people should know that a truth claim doesn't make you uppity, right?) But you spun with more spin than Al Franken.

I know that you know that the Catechism speaks of Protestants with great respect calling them "our separated brothers and sisters in Christ" or "our separated brethern". I wish I had a dime for every time I've heard the phrase "separated brothers and sisters in Christ"... But no one who listened to your church would think that after your chacterization.

Thought experiment: I'm a Catholic host talking about Fundamentalists on the radio. Which of the following is more fair, more respectful and, yes, more Christian:

Version 1:
"Fundamentalists refer to themselves as "bible believing Christians" which suggests that the rest of us just don't get it. We're too stupid to interpret the bible on our own, but they can just fine, no reason to have any such nonsense as a church doing any interpretation."

Version 2:
"Fundamentalists believe in a strictly literal interpretation of Scripture and do not believe the apostles passed down anything other than what is in the Word of God."

Both arguably present a Catholic view, but one is far less incendiary. A Protestant could hear version 2 and not take offense. But a Protestant hearing version 1 probably wouldn't. 
Sending this email was the definition of insanity (i.e. doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results) since I think I actually expected different results. Why can't I just pray for him? It seems so counterproductive for Catholics to "push back" or be thin of skin. He sent me a huffy reply that ended with "lighten up why don't you?" and I have to admit that he's probably right.

  posted by TS @ 10:28  
 

 
Sounds Almost Walker Percyian

The Wall Street Journal recently had an article about the problems workers have with "re-entry" after a vacation. (Which reminds me of Walker Percy's book about how artists and writers (and those who love them) have problems with "re-entry" into the seemingly dimmer world of reality after encounters with art).

One of the strategies for vacationers was to bring work along or in some way make vacations less appealing. Very interesting:


It used to drive Jane Genova nuts to take exotic vacations -- or even to visit places a lot nicer than her home in Connecticut. Destinations seduced the executive speechwriter and drove her to plot, in detail, ways to stay and make a living in places like Barcelona.

And it made her re-entry back to her normal life something other than a soft landing, even though she enjoys her work. "I slide into an angry depression if I take time off to do something great," she says.

So, Ms. Genova bought a small cottage in a modest neighborhood a few blocks from the shore. She tempered it further by bringing work along. That helped narrow the gap between her work and play, and rid her of the obsession-depression cycle.

"There was no daydreaming," she says. "This was New Jersey." Anything more exotic and she'd make herself vulnerable, even messing up the vacation before she got there.

Vacations are supposed to replenish us after a long period of work, providing a furlough from the office grind and its back-stabbers, ball-droppers and glory-scrapers. But it's still hard to get away from that one workplace nut-job: yourself...The line between work and play has become so blurred that work isn't just work, it's the anticipation of work while at play...That's why vacations for many people barely resemble the resuscitating respite they should. According to a survey conducted last fall by the Families and Work Institute, 42% of Americans do some form of work while on vacation, while only 14% of Americans take a vacation of two weeks or more. It takes the average person three days to begin to relax. That means people taking off just a week relax for only about four days -- provided they don't tense up in anticipation days before they actually return.
UPDATE: Roz of Exultet fame responds: 

What does it say about the way we've constructed our lives that it cripples us to spend a couple of weeks truly relaxing and enjoying ourselves? It makes a modicum of sense to decline a vacation because we genuinely can't spend the time away, though that in itself should startle us into second thoughts. But avoiding legitimate refreshment because it emphasizes how miserable we are the rest of the year is stupid and suicidal. 
It is amazing on the face of it. It's like sawing off one of your legs because you don't want to be reminded how much fun it is to walk. But perhaps it makes a sort of warped sense. Since we work at least 5 out of 7 days, work is the default "mode". If we worked 3.5 out of 7, vacation might have more of a chance in not being seen simply as a utilitarian "rest up for work" time.

  posted by TS @ 09:09  
 

 
Books

I was searching for info about an anthology of Christian poetry titled "Garlands of Grace" & came across lots of other little tidbits in these micro reviews by First Things:
To demonstrate the singular hold the Qur’an has in Muslim society, Cools tells of "a woman who for thirty years communicated exclusively" with quotations from the Qur’an. 
~
Certainly it is important for the Church to understand psychology and whatever truths experimental science uncovers about the soul. At the same time, it seems as or more crucial now for psychology to understand the Church. The truths that theology and philosophy can teach it about the motivations of the human heart may be just what psychology needs to sort out its own internal discord.
~
[John C.] Calhoun’s sophisticated theory of the "concurrent majority" as the American republic’s alternative to both despotism and anarchy holds much that might appeal, if they understood it, to both liberal and conservative parties today. His adamant insistence upon conciliation as the alternative to conflict might also, just possibly, have avoided the Civil War and, as Lincoln phrased it, put slavery on the road to ultimate extinction.
~
Richard Neuhaus on Irish Murdoch
~
I liked the unusual word sequence "holy exploitation" in this liturgical book description. Sounded almost oxymoronic.

  posted by TS @ 16:59  
August 17, 2005 

 
Blogging About Our Animals .... so you don't have to

His mouth is pregnant with half-dead locust. He carries and presents it for our viewing pleasure, its long transparent wings and ugly wide body a specimen worthy of our attention. He stalks them with feline delicacy, lifting his paws far above the grass as if disdainful of what he might step in, like Felix Unger making his way through Oscar Madison's room. Then he has this little hunch and he puts his paws together as if in prayer before his Pounce de Leon.

Our dog has some sort of tickle spot on his back such that scratching it results in his doing an Irish jig on the kitchen floor. His paws come with nails which makes it sound like a tap dance. We sing: "doggy-dance, doggy-dance, dog-e-dance!"


The neighbors have this sharp little path. Our pets sometimes stray here.   

  posted by TS @ 16:55  
 

 
Blogfast 2005

I plan on a blogfast beginning immediately.










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Okay, it's over.


But seriously, I'm a bit surprised at the lack of posts lately among many reputable, long-established bloggers. Without mentioning any names, such as Jeff C., Bill L., Camassia, Bill W., Steven, Tom & others, I daresay I hope the lack of posts is not due to the summer sag in site statistics (say that five times fast) because we know that the blogger's credo is: if I can help not hurt one person, then it's all been worth it.

The only thing rattling around my head today is why Thoreau was taken so unseriously. He's dismissed as an "adolescent fling" by First Things magazine and admittedly when I liked and read him I was an adolescent, surely coincidental. But why are there so few serious, scholarly biographies of Henry D. Thoreau? Is it because a)he didn't do enough in life (i.e. wife, children, books, etc...) to warrant a full-blown biography? Is it because simplicity isn't inherently interesting to many?

  posted by TS @ 16:43  
 

 
  Abbot's Blog

   
 I was reading our Byzantine Catholic newsletter and came across an article by Abbot Joseph, a monk at the Holy Transfiguration Monastery in Redwood, California. And it turns out he has a blog! From his profile: "Interests: I'm mainly interested in the things of God and the salvation of your soul."    


  posted by TS @ 19:25  
August 16, 2005 

 
       

Like "Woodstock"?
- Terrence Berres responding to Tom Kreitzberg's line, "for some people, the term 'Vatican II' refers to experiences during a fixed period of time...'

Does it [Msgr. Clark scandal] discredit faith to the outsider?...The way this usually comes out is that when a hardliner falls, the line he or she preaches is seen as pretty much instantly discredited in the eyes of many. We can make a list from Jimmy Swaggert through Newt Gingrich to Monsignor Clark with countless in between, including a closeted homosexual or two or three. "Ah," the comment goes, "Here we go again. Another conservative proving that what he preaches is a lie. Even he can't live by it." Well, the only thing to say to that is probably - if the minority who flagrantly fail are an argument against the truth of what they say, what about those who spectacularly succeed? Wouldn't they be an argument for it? Is it necessary to privilege the witness of the former over the latter? Not for an honest person, I would think. But it's a caution, nonetheless. If you're going to be out there railing about morality, try to be no more than the most ordinary, run-of-the mill sinner, will you? - Amy Welborn

When a young, conservative woman asked how she could stand the awful things people said about her because of her stand on abortion, she hesitated, messed with her hair, and said: "Well, it's the same way I don't care about anything else: Christ died for my sins, and nothing else matters.'' --Amy McCullough via Kathy Shaidle, emphasis hers

Every nation has its own style of intoxication. The general run of Europeans like to get very mildly tipsy every day with a bottle of wine or a few beers over their evening meal. The British like to get blithering drunk once a week. The Russians like to get blithering drunk twice a day... and so on. The early Anglo-Saxons were noted for their addiction to "drinking, fighting, and singing." It's the national character; and with the stupid and poisonous multi-cultural project now swirling fast down the toilet over here, the Brits are going to become more fiercely protective of all aspects of their national character, even this one. - J. Derbyshire on "The Corner"

Wow. Now I understand why Canadian Catholics always sound so apocalyptic. Victor Lams posts about a retired Canadian professor who went on Radio Canada and basically called for Catholicism to be outlawed. The transcript of his modest proposal may be found here. This guy is fascinating. He's like the missing link between Relativist Man and Fascist Man. - Meredith of "Basia Me, Catholica Sum"

My three biggest non-reference books (excluding the Bible and text books): 1. Literature of the Western World Vol.1 MacMillan 2. Les Miserables (complete and unabridged) Signet Classic 3. The Brothers Karamazov Penguin Classic Paperbacks all of them, I keep my hardbound books at the public library for safekeeping. - Ham of Bone on "Social Engineer No. 31415926535"

Who's looking out for me? Not just Bill O'Reilly. My daughter's reason for why I should take her clothes shopping: "You're contributing to whether or not you will have grandchildren." - Karen of "Some Have Hats"

Yeah, I think pix are thought-provoking. Pictures are a great enhancement to a blog. Why, for example, just look at the girl glugging iced-tea on T.S.O'rama's blog! :) - joachim of "Daily Med" (lol)

As a Catholic, I have decidedly mixed feelings about the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki....Were the bombings "just" in the Catholic tradition? The part I still can't get over is how, to the best of my knowledge, there isn't much anti-US sentiment in Japan. (If I'm wrong, let me know). You'd think it would be Yankee Go Home Central. The US intervenes for Muslims in Kosovo and sends billions to help them after the tsunami, and they get blown up for their troubles. But are there gangs of disgruntled young Japanese blowing up subways to "avenge" Hiroshima? Lord knows they even have a tradition of suicide bombing to get them started. Don't ask me. - Kathy of "Relapsed Catholic"

After the kids went to bed, I picked up a book I have never read before and turned right to this passage: "And even in your own life, was it when you tried hardest that you were most rewarded? No. God hid himself, would not allow you to trace, as if by mechanical process of cause and effect, the connection of his favors with your endeavors for him." There you have it. The rewards, the consolations, and the joys in life often come when we are at our weakest - when we least deserve it - so that we may be absolutely sure it is all Grace. - Jeff of "Hallowed Ground"

I spent a week in Gettysburg back in 94, walking the battlefield each day with my books and cigars. Fond memories! - Bill of "Summa Minutiae"

There are two ways to avoid being a false sign [of Christ]: don't be false; and don't be a sign. The problem with the first way is...sin speaks to the sinner in the depth of his heart, as the Psalm has it, and he so flatters himself in his mind that he knows not his deceit...So I think the way to go is "Don't be a sign." As I said, an apostle can't help but be a sign, but he can at least make it clear that he, personally, is not a very good sign. - Tom of Disputations

  posted by TS @ 15:55  
 

 
From a 10,000 Foot View...

Fortune article on buzzwords (via KTC). At the end of the day, it seems like using un-impactful words and phrases shows a lack of thinking outside the box. But that may be beyond my core competency.

  posted by TS @ 11:21  
 

 
The Past is a Foreign Country

Taking a cue from Mark's Irish Elk blog, I'll post an old photo:


A toast to the bride in 1909

...found via a treasure trove of old pictures of my alma mater.

I told my stepson I was going to title this post "A Long Way From Chippendales" but he reminded me that back then they had to hold their poses for a long time in order to get an exposure, so if the ladies look just a tad underwhelmed, it's probably that their arms are getting tired.

  posted by TS @ 07:57  
 

 
Fictional Tuesday 


Gary carried justifications for bad behavior like dirt underneath his fingernails. God couldn't very well damn everybody. There'd be no sense in that. God was like his high school Physics teacher for whom a 60% carried the day. The grading curve was the greatest invention ever conceived by the mind of teachers.

So sex outside of marriage wasn't a problem for him. The narrow way had two things against it, one of which was obvious. It was hard, uncomfortable and painful. The second was that there was safety in numbers and the herd wasn't taking it.

He cared not for sects or gnostic truth seekers, cared nothing about little remnants who would save themselves. He knew he was not cut from their mold, knew that if God wasn't a saver of large numbers then it was all for naught because there was nothing special about him, no great love or courage that could make him think he was of the elect. 

But Christianity itself was big enough. There was a massive heft in the combined allegiances of Christians, Catholic, Protestant and Orthodox. This was a herd, and it held a great attraction in the form of a leader both man and God, both weak and perfect, and the only soul who seemed capable of answering "why are we here?", the question that bothered him with increasing frequency as if Poe's Raven were whispering it into his ear each time he sinned. 

This large group, this other flock, was traveling a narrower way, a way that allowed for great lattitude in many matters (there was much internal disagreement) but on the subject of the particular sin that bothered him it was clear the herd was going the other way. 

And he didn't want to get left behind.

So he began to follow behind, tentatively at first, and then joyfully. He was excited by the scent he encountered. Getting close to the herd seemed to get him closer to the Shepherd and the Shepherd was wildly alluring, the very essence of Truth's scent.

He began to notice sharp divisions in the herd. They'd come to a fork in the road and take it. Some would veer left, others right. And he asked questions and they were providentially answered and he knew which of the great herds of Christianity he belonged to and the narrower way became narrower. But he was with the herd and that made it all right. But still he recognized it wasn't enough.

It wasn't enough because it was still about self-preservation. The Shepherd had called him from the wide road of every man, to the massive Christian herd, to the narrower Catholic fold. But he found in this group they all didn't walk the same path! There were millions of paths! Individually constructed it seemed to him, each carrying little crosses tailor made. At some point he would have to be his own herd. And every time he put the Shepherd before his self-preservation his heart, which was made of 100% biodegradable Alaskan iceberg, shed a tiny drop of baptismal water.

  posted by TS @ 07:49  
 

 
Sigh...



 A field without Queen Anne's Lace is like a bicycle without a tire. This is a shot of the four acres behind our house (not our property). Isn't it beautiful even on an overcast day?  

  posted by TS @ 17:55  
August 15, 2005 

 
A Good Read Spoiled

I've gotten into the awful habit of defiling my books by dog-earing good passages. So the better the book, the more defiled it becomes. And my copy of Many Religions - One Covenant by the former Cardinal Ratzinger has scarcely a page unmolested.

It's only 110 pages, rich and dense, but sometimes it seems like I'm cheating by plucking the fruit of so much study, thought, and prayer. It could have been padded by a couple hundred pages in order to space the insights out in order to assuage my guilt. Of course if he'd done that I probably wouldn't have finished it.

  posted by TS @ 14:48  
 

 
Go Thee Here

My blog is not particularly POD (btw I constantly forget what that stands for though I know what it means - 'piety on demand'?). So when my blog becomes tiresome, as it often does, it is nice to rest awhile in the images and words of a blog like this one. Or o'er here.

  posted by TS @ 09:52  
 

 
What's in a Name?

George Stephanopoulos said on This Week yesterday that it will be interesting to see if this intellectual pope will connect with the masses. And it reminded me of how difficult it must be to follow his predecessor, John Paul II.

I was in eighth grade when Pope Paul VI died and a new pope elected. When I heard that he, and a month later the next pope, took the name "John Paul" I was disappointed (I'm sure they were very disappointed in my disappointment). It was like you had a brother named Mark and another named Doug and your parents chose "Douglas Mark" for the third brother. It sounded like a failure of the imagination. 

But in hindsight it's amazing how fitting the name became for its longterm holder John Paul II. Because when I think of the apostle John I think of a deep, reflective, inward sort of saint who meditated on Love on the island of Patmos. When I think of the apostle Paul I think of an outward, service-oriented saint who traveled widely as the greatest evangelist. 

And when I think of John Paul II I think of both. I can't separate he who was profoundly prayerful, reflective and inward from he who was outward, service-oriented and evangelistic. He was a most inwardly outward (or outwardly inward) kind of man and I think the name turned out to be downright providential.

  posted by TS @ 07:13  
 

 
I Did Not Have Consumption With That Coffee, Special Roast

For years I was the poster child for anti-Yuppiedom. I was a reverse snob.

I drank coffee out of a vending machine and liked it. I drank Busch Light beer and liked it. At the grocery store, generic products were my friend. I strongly resisted the pride of label, the evil of equating good consumption habits with personal goodness and I suspected anyone with good taste as having been infected with classism. 

But somehow I strayed from the straight and narrow and find myself now with slightly more expensive tastes. In this post I examine how I went from good Puritan frugality to becoming a Robin Leach flunky.

First a confession. I drink Starbucks coffee. I do so with the proper squeamishness, as if I'm wearing a Wehrmacht uniform only because I was conscripted. Since big spenders are to Starbucks what Jose Canseco is to steroids, there's no use denying my yuppification (although I could pull a Palmeiro - "I do not know how that Starbucks got in my hands" or a Clinton - "I did not swallow").

The cashier with whom I have bonded in the past while buying "regular" foods like tacos and pork loin looks at my purchase with a grimace.

"You drink Starbucks?" Her tone suggests she doesn't mean it in a "hey, so do I!" kind of way. And it caused me to look at myself and think, "she's right. I'm not a Starbucks kind of guy. How did this happen to me?"

The story is a sadly familiar one: it was a slippery slope paved with good intentions.

When I started working full time I drank coffee from the vending machine. It was only 25 cents (I show my age) and since I understood the time value of money I was trying to save early so that I wouldn't have to save later. The coffee was as bad as coffee could be. Acidic and watery, it tasted like a mix of carbolic acid and brake fluid. I drank it for years.

The thing is I don't recall how it was that I moved up to fifty cent cafteria coffee. The problem with slippery slopes is you don't remember historical markers that become hugely significant only in hindsight. Perhaps it was a one-time splurge. Perhaps it was because the vending machine coffee maker was removed (there are no coffee vending machines now, a low-cost option for the poor that has gone the way of the Geo Metro). Maybe I simply felt financially comfortable enough to "move up" to this coffee the way GM wants you to move from a Chevy to a Buick. 

So I drank the cafeteria coffee and yes I liked it. Really liked it. Years went by it's now around 2000-ish and I got to work late and found they ran out of cafteria coffee. All they had was Starbucks. So rather than go without I tried it. And I don't recall liking it all that much. It was much stronger than I was used to and seemed a bit bitter. (How is it that we ever acquire "acquired" tastes?) I must've had it again though I don't recall why. And then again. Now it's a daily occurrence. I guess the only point of this momenumentally minutiae-ifying post is that slippery slopes often slope gradually.

  posted by TS @ 07:05  
 

 
Post-Weekend Whine

Stealing from this.

These are the saddest of possible words:
"Saturday to Sunday to Monday."
Days large as lions and fleeter than birds,
Saturday to Sunday to Monday.
Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble,
Knocking the weekend into a rubble
Waking up Monday is nothing but trouble:
"Saturday to Sunday to Monday." 

  posted by TS @ 07:01  
 

 
Must Not Go Here -->

Too many interesting books

  posted by TS @ 16:44  
August 14, 2005 

 
Good Eucharistic Adoration Reflection

..or any time reflection:
One thing is necessary; to be near Jesus. At the birth of our Lord the shepherds heard the angelic and divine chants of the heavenly spirits. The Scriptures say so. But they do not say that his Virgin Mother and St. Joseph, who were nearer to the child, heard the voices of angels...Now I ask you: would you not have preferred to be in the dark stable filled with the cry of the little Child, than with the shepherds, beside themselves with joy over those sweet melodies from heaven and the beauties of this wonderful splendor? 

- St. Padre Pio 
Factoid: In Luke 1:28 the angel says to Mary, "Hail, full of grace..." (or alternatively Rejoice, highly favored one...). The Ignatius Study Bible says, "This is the only biblical instance where an angel addresses someone by a title insted of a personal name." Which shows the honor even the angels held for Mary, the solitary boast of the human race.

  posted by TS @ 15:50  
August 13, 2005 

 
Poetry Market 

Browsing the local library recently I came across a book titled "Poetry Market" - schweet - another for my oxymoron collection!

   Speaking of poetry, interesting link on the Victorian poet Christina Rossetti.

  posted by TS @ 16:49  
August 12, 2005 

 
A Genre Gone But Not Forgotten

Erik is involved in a humourous scam-the-scammer exchange. It reminds me of ghosts of posts past. So I looked through my inbasket and found this gem from about two weeks ago (my reply will follow): 
Attn. My Good Friend, 

Greeetings to you. Please permit me to introduce myself as Engr.Ola Bode David , The president/CEO of Sprint Intl Nig Inc. I have come to discover your Contact at the Nigerian Chambers of Commcerce in my quest for a reliable business relationship with your company. With the recent development and image of Nigeria being tarnished abroad, I will want to give the assurance that this mail is not from any illegal source but meant for exactly what it entails. 

Recently, Sprint intl through a reputable company here was privileged to win some small contracts for supply of materials to some companies in the the United States of America, Canada and the United Kingdom. One of the basic requirements demanded from us was to have a correspondence office or company in these countries where these contracts are awarded which are also listed above. This will enhance
legitimacy, efficiency and dedication to the contract in questions. Above all, most of these companies has some insurance policy that will not let them send money here for some security reasons. This is why your role is of so much importance...

Please respond as soon as possible to let me know. 
Sincerely Yours 
Engr.Ola Bode David

Thank you Mr. David. May I call you Ola? 

I am a bit hesitant in pursuing a business relationship with someone over the Internet. My whippersnapper nephew says that some are untrustworthy, though I am certainly relieved that you are concerned about Nigeria's tarnished image and that you seek no further tarnishment. 

You seem trustworthy to me because a scammer would never mention there are other scammers out there. That would just bring it to the frontal lobe and I might think you were a scammer! So no, that wouldn't make sense. A scammer would want me to think there were no scammers in the world so that I'd trust him.

I should mention at the outset that I have a rare condition known as "writer's dyslexia" which results in my typing letters in the incorrect sequence. Thus if I say "you are a cheater" I might mean "you are a teacher". Fortunately this condition is partially controllable by drugs, though occasionally something might sound dod.

Yours,
-Sal Minella

  posted by TS @ 15:00  
 

 
Fictional Friday
He loved the agate - he called it agape - print of reference books: Old dictionaries, encyclopedias and catechisms. He gloried in their imprimaturs, their wholenesses, their precise meanings. This was seen as a character flaw by some, psychologically backwards by others. The world lived by, for, and on its own authority. To hunger for authority was to taint oneself. Others dismissed his thoughts as purely derivative.

He didn't care. 

Instead he reveled in rites. In baptisms and confirmations, in graduations and gradations, in diplomas and awards, in feast days and fast days, hierarchies and differences. 

He wrote poems and plays on the side but read them with great suspicion. What guarantee was there of quality? Reason told him that all the published were at one time unpublished just as all the elect were once unbaptized, but in his naivety he imagined a far more orderly world. He figured talent never solicited, which was consoling both for the talented and the talentless. Hierarchy and thus mission were to be conferred and not grasped. 

*

His consistent world view became less consistent when he discovered the charms of the fairer sex. Logically he would wait for his sweet Forever and they would consummate their love only after confirmation by vow. But inside ticked a bomb of selfishness, set to dentonate whenever his desires became pressing or his ego flagged. He assauged the cognitive dissonance by treating his need as a medical condition, as if he were on life support and her lips resuscitated him.

Certification and confirmation of her love seemed to come not in rite but in her offering herself. In becoming vulnerable and conferring to him her body she confirmed him. But what confirmed her? Like a river wanting to flow, there was nothing special about a male wanting to have sex. For her the vows were the confirmation. 'Until death do us part' was what made him special.

Would he be special for her?

  posted by TS @ 13:07  
 

 
Nailed

No way but through
it seemed to say
in its awful centeredness
the large black nail
heedless of sinew, muscle
or bone,
became the horizontal exclamation point
of Love's declaration. 

  posted by TS @ 12:40  
 

 
Satan Did Not Serve Because He Did Not Believe?

Came across this (scroll halfway down) today which was a confirmation of something Scott Hahn said: 


The Church teaches that all the angels were created naturally good, and that prior to being admitted into the presence of God they were given a test of obedience...A tradition among Saints and theologians holds that in this test of obedience, the Incarnation was revealed to the angels, and that Satan along with a number of other angels rebelled, refusing to submit to the notion of having to worship him who would be both God and man, and as a result "fell like lightning from heaven" (Luke 10:18). Because his will is forever fixed in his rebellion, he still refuses to believe that Jesus Christ is the Eternal Word made flesh and therefore must be worshipped and adored. 

The opening scene in Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ takes place in the Garden of Gethsemane. Satan tries to tempt Christ by ridiculing the notion that he can redeem all men by his death. Then, under his breath, the Evil One contemptuously murmurs the following words: "Who is your father? . . . Who are you?" These words are significant, for they implicitly reveal the root of Satan's rebellion: a proud refusal to believe that Jesus is the Incarnate Word...

Why did Satan refuse to submit to the revelation of the Eternal Word taking flesh? Perhaps it was because he, the most beautiful and intelligent of all the angels, thought it inconceivable that God should become man and take a nature even lower than his own. Satan would not serve because Satan refused to believe. We might say that the "Prince of this World" was the first rationalist: in pride, he refused to submit in mind and will to what his great (though finite) angelic intellect could not fully fathom: the deep mystery of the Incarnation; a union of two natures in one Divine Person. While Satan and the fallen angels who joined him believe in God — St. James tells us that "Even the demons believe . . . and tremble" (Jas. 2:19) — they refuse to believe that Jesus Christ is the Incarnate Word. 

  posted by TS @ 09:39  
 

 
The Downsides of Conservatism

From the less serious (from Jonah Goldberg):
I think my French-bashing credentials are fairly well established, but I think Gay Paris is fantastic (I also like the He-Man parts too). I'm a big fan of great cities and it's unavoidable that Paris goes on the list. We love to criticize the French "social model" but the truth is it's great so long as you have a well-paying job, lack initiative, love to lounge around in cafes, shop, eat well and don't want to work very hard. That may be a terrible way to organize a society, but it's a wonderful way to set-up anoccasionall vacation spot. 
To the more serious (from KTC concerning a mutual friend's mother, who has suffered a lot): 
His mom is now living in a state-subsidized assisted living place that she calls "HEAVEN."...I'm just glad his mom got to taste a little bit of "heaven" for a change. Things like this are why I'm not the most rabid social conservative.

  posted by TS @ 09:12  
 

 
Playing Favorites

Interesting poll by conservative bloggers. Here are my (living) favorites:

1) William F. Buckley
2) Jonah Goldberg
3) Pat Buchanan 
4) Robert Novak
5) Thomas Sowell
6) Peggy Noonan
7) George Will
8) Laura Ingraham
9) Richard Brookhiser
10) Kate O'Beirne

  posted by TS @ 08:26  
 

 
Five Touches

I read once that spouses should kiss or hug or otherwise touch each other at least five times a day. I don't know if there was actually a study done but the idea presumably is the heart follows the cues of the body. It seems that that is similarly the case with our relationship with Christ. Just think if we had an experience of Him five times a day! If we knelt before a Crucifix and touched his five wounds, took of the Eucharist, the Scriptures, prayed, meditated on the mysteries of the rosary, did an act of kindness - there are opportunities both physical and spriritual. 

When Frank Sheed and his wife Maisie Ward were London streetcorner preachers, they had a rule: one hour spent before the Eucharist for every hour spent preaching. They knew that being in the physical presence of Jesus melts the heart which was crucial to their ministry.

  posted by TS @ 07:36  
 

 
Memories of Irishfests Past


The Hooligans Like To Toast 
Fr. Hayes, far right, holds hatchet 


  posted by TS @ 13:19  
August 11, 2005 

 
Sunshine

It amazes me that a semi-taxpayer funded organization like Planned Parenthood could put a cartoon on their website showing pro-life protestors being shot and killed. If the tables were reversed it'd be difficult to imagine this not being a big story.

We all know that if civil discourse were a stock, we'd short it. But newspapers can point out and embarrass incivility. Throw a little sunshine. So write the AP & your local newspaper. What we can do.

  posted by TS @ 11:10  
 

 
I See The Best, I Approve It...

...And I see it in Sr. Lorraine's words on Fr. O'Leary's post. She commented in French - how eccentric! - perhaps to draw attention to her comment and it worked. Here is her view through the refracturing lens of Babelfish:
The Gospel is not on "right-hand side" or on "left", it is in the heart of humanity... One will certainly prevent pes the men from being more sensitive to certain aspects of the faith only to others, but finally, if celŕ leads to stick reducing labels and to organize rival factions....! The Church offers this chance to us: it links us by the unit of the faith! We have (or should have) the same ideal. those which divides the Body by rejecting the social teaching of the Church or its moral teaching under pretext of be with the style of the day fish largely: nothing good can leave (for the Church) when the man is caught for his own light, when he wants to even be to him the chalk line with which the world will be judged... With when charity in the Church...? Come the Holy Spirit!

  posted by TS @ 09:48  
 

 
Is This Horse Glue Yet? - Part 1 

There have been many fine rebuttals to Fr. O'Leary's post discussion of neocaths, but I'll join in. His words are in italics.

--The Neocaths tend to sexual puritanism...

If by sexual puritanism he means following Church teaching then guilty as charged though I think using neocaths as a proxy is a bit unfair. His beef is with Pope Paul VI and Pope John Paul II (and so on back to St. Paul). Papal elections have consequences. 

But what interests me most about the topic is the intersection of liberal & conservative doctrines on hell and sexual ethics. There are four broad possibilities:
1) You think hell is possibly empty and you hold to Church teaching on sexual morality.

2) You think hell is possibly empty and you do not hold to Church teaching on sexual morality.

3) You think hell is well-populated and you hold to Church teaching on sexual morality.

4) You think hell is well-populated and you do not hold to Church teaching on sexual morality. 
Conservative Catholics tend towards either number 1 or 3. In category number 1 there are theologians like von Balthasar, bloggers like Steven Riddle, and even Pope JPII, who while never dismissing the reality of Hell, could not be said to be a fire and brimstone kind of pope.

Liberal Catholics seem far more likely to land only in category 2 (as is the case with Fr. O'Leary). And that makes sense: If you want people to discard some portion of their sexual ethics, you need to lessen their fear of hell. If theirs was a drive strictly for the truth you might think there'd be more liberal Catholics in category 4 - that is unless there is another connection between hell and sexual ethics that I'm missing. I'm hardly an expert on liberal Catholicism so I may be wrong, but the lack of category 4's in liberal Catholicism makes it seem as though they interested in making Christianity easier at the expense of truth.

  posted by TS @ 09:11  
 

 
Worthwhile link

...on pride, Purgatory and perfection in Flannery O’Connor’s short story Revelation.

  posted by TS @ 07:23  
 

 
With Man It Is Impossible

One of the more discouraging aspects in reading of the lives of the brilliant Catholic authors Walker Percy and Flannery O'Connor is that they seemed to have little influence faith-wise on their closest friends. 

Percy's friend Shelby Foote died (for all we know) still agnostic. And O'Connor's, known as the mysterious "A" in "The Habit of Being", Betty Hester, left the Church in 1961 and died an atheist in 1998.

I had the nerve to briefly consider that a knock against O'Connor, but the obvious answer is only God can change hearts and that human endeavors are inadequate, even assuming many prayers on behalf of their friends from O'Connor & Percy. It is a very American thing to be results-oriented but God isn't. As Flannery herself wrote, "We are not judged by what we are basically. We are judged by how hard we use what we have been given. Success means nothing to the Lord."

So whether O'Connor or Percy were successful in communicating a vision of their faith was not important. They were judged by how hard they make use of what they'd been given. And for Hester & Foote, it's painful to contemplate their status at the time of their deaths but I remind myself that ours is a God of Mercy.

  posted by TS @ 07:10  
 

 
Irish Weekend Redux

Well ‘twas Irish weekend past and there was the jam-packed imagery of so many sights and sounds that it’s difficult to unpack them all. The Hooligans were their marvelous selves and I drank one beer pre-noon for toasting purposes and to yell “LUNCH!” at the proper moment (i.e. during 'Finnegan's Wake'). And one beer was all it took, the music was so good. The smell of peat carried from the turf shop as the sound of music responded back. Ham o’ Bone was a no-show, protesting that alcohol is dead to him, which is a bit of non-sequitor since drinking is not required. And since he drinks twice or thrice a year now anyway, I ask how would he know? 

Irishfest holds a certain timelessness begat by timeless jigs and reels that go on for periods of time that stretch timelessly. There was the familiar shops holding the gem squares of Irish CDs and t-shirts and varia. There were girls in various stages of immodesty and at the other extreme a man walked by with “I love my German Shepherd” with a picture of the Pope on the back. Fr. Hayes held forth as a 13th century Celtic warrior. It’s good to see some things ne'er change.

  posted by TS @ 07:07  
 

 
Almost Heaven

Peggy Noonan writes about West Virgina:
It's fun to see cultures collide, because that's one of the ways you know they still exist. America continues to be full of differentness, in spite of the samening effect of national media...Local survives. Particular and distinctive survive. Especially in West Virginia.

  posted by TS @ 15:59  
August 10, 2005 

 
What If it's a Swear Word But No One Recognizes It As Such?

or, if a tree falls in the woods...

   I'm amused at the coinage of neoCath which was intended as a slur given its association with "neo-con". But it sounds just fine to me. 

(graphic found on St Blog's Parish Hall)

  posted by TS @ 14:57  
 

 
A Meme In Between...

...more serious posts. As tagged by Jeff & Amy: 

Name your three biggest non-reference books (excluding the Bible and text books):

The biggest in terms of tallness probably a book of Civil War photographs by Matthew Brady. Could do some damage. In terms of weight probably Europe: A History by Norman Davies, Asimov's Guide to Shakespeare, Gotham by Edwin Burroughs. Witness to Hope is no piker either.

Name your three biggest reference books:

Surely The Jerome Biblical Commentary, Orchard's A Catholic Commentary on Holy Scripture & one of Sister Wendy's art books.

Tag three others:
Steven, Hambone, Meredith

  posted by TS @ 10:53  
 

 
       

Peace is a hot commodity and God could charge much more than He does and still do a fine business out of our house. - Rock of "Lofted Nest"

He was also an outstanding moral theologian, and won back sinners to the fold by patience and moderation. His work needs to be better known today, when there seems to be no rational middle course between puritanism and permissiveness. - concerning St.Alphonsus de Liguori, in Universalis via Terrence Berres 

Since childhood, I've loved the notion -- true or tradition -- of Mary giving the Rosary to Saint Dominic. What I've gotta admit is that it was only today, at Mass during the sermon, that I learned the motivation for Mary's gift..."Wonder not that you have obtained so little fruit by your labors, you have spent them on barren soil, not yet watered with the dew of Divine grace. When God willed to renew the face of the earth, He began by sending down on it the fertilizing rain of the Angelic Salutation. Therefore preach my Psalter composed of 150 Angelic Salutations and 15 Our Fathers, and you will obtain an abundant harvest." [What Mary was said to have said to St. Dominic after his early preaching fell on hard ground.] - the Pew Lady

It's a paradox: holier-than-thou people who are, in fact, holier than thou. Is it possible we like them even less than holier-than-thou people who aren't? Of course, St. Dominic himself wasn't holier-than-thou in the sense we usually mean. He did his crying and his sighing out of earshot of the sinners over whom he cried and sighed, while still on the road or at night while the other brothers were (usually) asleep. - Tom of Disputations

Some angels sinned against God in such a grave way that they lost their presence with God forever...The personality of angels, from what we are able to theorize, would be such that their knowledge would be more immediate and encompassing than ours could be, their decisions more definitive. There would be no new later insights or wonder to bring them to repentance. -Fr. John Dietzen

I have become very familiar with Saint Alphonsus this year. His version of the Stations of the Cross I find to be superior to all others. During May, I read The Glories of Mary as my monthly lectio. His Visits To the Blessed Sacrament and To the Blessed Virgin Mary I have tried to incorporate into my own holy hour practice. - G. Thomas Fitzpatrick of "Recta Ratio"

It's hard to explain why places grab and hold on to me - especially when I have lived in so many of them in my life. I don't understand the process of how those memories are triggered, either. Very often it is from a snippet of music. "Hurt" by 9 Inch Nails will put me right back in Oklahoma, driving on the road between Tulsa and Tahlequah. Some kinds of bluegrassy country/folk music puts me back in Oregon, on the road between Eugene and Florence. I can close my eyes and listen to the music and see the road in my mind's eye. I have so many memories, visual and auditory, of the places I have lived. Even the ones I disliked, I can still remember so much and even the worst of them I have fondness for...I am getting tired of being homesick at random moments, but I guess that God is not-so-gently reminding me that my true home is not on this earth, that these days and these places are a gift from him but are temporal and not eternal. - Alicia of "Fructus Ventris"

A number of arguments here rely on a rationale for air attacks that made sense earlier in the war, but no longer made sense in August 1945. In the strategic bombing against Germany relied on high-altitude bombing, and frequently night bombing, because the German anti-aircraft defences were highly effective, and in fact took an enormous toll on the lives of Allied aircrew. The Allies couldn't hit a target any smaller than a city, so any attempt to strike at German industry would involve massive casualties among non-combatants. Most people accept the morality of these raids in the context of the war, and I believe they conform with Catholic just-war doctrine. (Raids that deliberately targeted residential areas with incendiary bombs (like the 1943 raid on Hamburg) raise serious moral issues -- and were heavily criticised *at the time.*) The attacks on Hiroshima and Nagasaki are in yet another category, for the simple reason that Japanese anti-aircraft defences were virtually non-existent by then -- a fact that he Enola Gay's crew remarked on. And so there was no more justification for high-altitude, indiscriminate bombing If the point of the attacks had been to destroy legitimate military and industrial targets, this could have been accomplished through relatively accurate low-altitude bombing with little risk to bombing crews. Of course, this wasn't remotely the aim of the nuclear attacks. The civilians casualties were not collateral damage, they were the point. No sophisticated casuistry is needed to appreciate the distinction. The war degraded moral sensibilities on all sides, even the good side. - Chris Bud on Amy's blog

In 1995 George Weigel wrote: "What Harry Truman did in August 1945 was, strictly speaking, unjustifiable in classic moral terms. But it was understandable, and it was forgivable." I've stopped arguing, and concede Jeff's point as to the unity of Catholic thought on the bombings. I wonder if a Catholic president could ever be elected who promised that as commander in chief he would sacrifice the lives of a million of his soldiers rather than repeating the moral error of Truman. -Frank on Amy's blog

Live by something better and higher than politics. Shoot, smoke, marry, go to seminary, read, write, fish, grow organic vegetables, hug your kids, spank your kids, philosophize, theologize, drink, and laugh as though you were really free. Now, lest I be be misunderstood, I do not mean that anyone should become a reprehensible squishy-headed "moderate". Heaven forbid! Don't be afraid of being seen as political or divisive if the truth happens to coincide with an unpopular political position. Today they may call you a right-winger, but tomorrow they might call you a left-winger. Just remember that the standard is truth, not politics, and let the chips fall wherever they may. - Jeff of "Hallowed Ground"

Now THAT’S what I call poetry! - KTC concerning the poem "Errands Demanding Immediate Attention". Now that's what I call good taste!

"Male ego," I said, remembering a line once uttered by a friend with a big ego. "Most destructive force in the universe." - Bill of Apologia

"This is like ____'s church," she said, mentioning a Prot friend she'd once accompanied to his rather obscure, nondemoninational, wherever two or three are gathered let's all clap our hands and sing together now type place. And I mean it was bad. I never thought I'd long to hear "Gather Us In." I knelt and tried to pray for all the babies who'd been slaughtered in the womb and all the others still in danger of the surgeon's dancing vegematic blade, and all the sick and dead people I knew and had ever known, and for Elizabeth's job prospects in the ballet world, and for a reduction of the odds against my lottery ticket, but I couldn't hear myself think so I gave up and sat back, which was what everyone else was doing anyway. - Bill of Apologia

I'm the kind of Christian who can hold his booze, that's what kind. This ability has caused others to remark in amazement, "How can you drive so straight after all those beers?"... You must make the most of your inheritance, of the talents you've been given. If you don't, there's a penalty. The Bible says. So my liver is a capacious and efficiently ordered mechanism; I feel obligated to see that it lives up to its potential. - Bill of Apologia; if there's such a thing as 'liver envy' I guess I just got it

Haven't written anything lately worthy of mentioning in TSO's Spanning the Globe weekly feature. So I just thought I'd see if I could get in by trickery: Spanning the Globe, Spanning the Globe...- MamaT of "Summa Mamas" - of course she and others should know that inclusion in STG is not indicative of merit, nor exclusion indictative of demerit. STG is an unfair, non-representative sampling. (I did have one person email me with a quote of theirs for STG - gotta love that.)

  posted by TS @ 10:09  
 

 
Where Faith & Reason Part Company

Over at the Corner there was a titanic struggle between John Podhoretz & Robert George on whether the destruction of embryonic stem cells can be perceived as wrong without the aid of religious faith. And I think it probably was necessary to have religious faith centuries ago before our modern medical knowledge. Now we know enough to know better. 

But what does require religious faith is to reject a bad means to a good end. Torturing a terrorist in order to save a thousand lives is one example. Or rejecting Truman's decision to bomb Hiroshima in order to shorten WWII and save thousands of lives. While we would've won that war without the bomb, the attitude has to be one of a willingness to lose a war in order not to violate your principles. Now that takes faith, a gargantuan amount faith that I have trouble even processing. The debate over Hiroshima has centered almost exclusively on whether the bombs dropped saved more lives than they ended. But if you believe you can't do evil in order to do good, the debate ends before it even begins. Reason might say that if you can save X number of lives by the loss of one person, you would do it. Faith says that you can't sin. This is a situation where faith and reason are not bedfellows and faith exerts its preeminence. Which means that on some level the secularists do have reason to fear us if we are willing to put eternal life ahead of earthly life.

  posted by TS @ 08:21  
 

 
Different Temperaments?

In high school I got good grades but was utterly oblivious to symbolism. I read everything on a literal level only – "Moby Dick" was a story about a whale and not a particularly good one either. It wasn’t as if there weren’t attempts to help me and other similarly unenthused kids see the symbolism, but I just lacked whatever it took to “get it” - or more properly like getting it. 

Now it's sort of the opposite. I see deep messages in the spam headers. But the gift of seeing with this second sight has opened up the Old Testament to a considerable extent. In high school the Old Testament seemed a bad prequel. But now when I read it I’m eager for the rich little resonances between the Testaments. The Old Testament often deliciously confirms the New. Moses as a "type" of Christ, bargaining on behalf of his people, is a powerful image of what Jesus did and does for us. The Church as the ark of Noah is reassuring even if the Flood wasn't. The "coincidences" between the Ark of the Covenant in the OT and Mary in the New seemed so exciting that I couldn’t understand why it didn’t seem to catch fire with everyone, particularly a family member who shall remain nameless. (But then she dislikes commonalities between the Old & New Testament because for her it calls into question the veracity of the New Testament – when I mentioned the tie between the gift of the keys of the kingdom to Peter in Matthew 16 and the keys mentioned in Isaiah 22:22, she cringed because it meant Matthew was making up the dialogue. The Jesus Seminar and the bibles they put out with different colors for words they think Christ "actually said" have been pernicious beyond ken.)

Anyway, I wonder if symbolism and the sort of "typing" that Scott Hahn is so fond of just aren't everyone’s cup of tea, particularly for non-Catholics. It’s not that they don’t get them symbolism but perhaps it doesn’t work for them in the same way it does for me, the way a certain brand of good beer may not enthuse me.

Yet even as I type that I realize "particularly for non-Catholics" is false, because there are some Protestants who have found deep symbolism in the Book of Revelation that suggest the Catholic Church is the whore of Babylon. Still, perhaps for some the great reasonances that Scott Hahn explains in his books - or even the Whore of Babylon stuff - may not be everyone's cup o' java.

  posted by TS @ 21:11  
August 9, 2005 

 
Business Trip

It's not like she'd be here
if she wasn't here anyway;
she gets to work earlier
so a six a.m. flight 
makes no difference
at eight a.m.

But there are degrees
of goneness and
I'd rather pretend 
that she's no more gone than usual
and that she'll be back tonight
instead of Friday night. 

  posted by TS @ 18:06  
 

 
What a Great Idea

Christian satellite television in Middle Eastern countries? Now that seems worth supporting. Most in the Middle East are illiterate but a majority apparently have satellite dishes. From SAT-7's website:


Since broadcasts began in 1996 with only two hours of programming a week, the network has grown significantly and now airs quality Christian television programming 24-hours a day every day of the year.... SAT-7 is more than just a source for Christian information and education. It is a voice for the Church for Christian communities across North Africa, the Middle East, the Persian Gulf, and beyond. SAT-7 works with all the denominations of the region to provide a stage from which Christians can address the needs of their communities. More than 80 percent of SAT-7’s programs are created by Arab Christians for Arab viewers. 
Imprimatur:
The Pontifical Council for Social Communications highly commends the aims of SAT-7... and warmly encourages support both spiritual and material for this important project. -- Archbishop John Foley, Vatican 
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Also I just learned that Catholic radio has finally come to Columbus at 1270 AM. Good news!

  posted by TS @ 09:13  
 

 
High Anxiety Indeed

Flipping through the channels Saturday I saw a couple minutes of Mel Brooks in the film High Anxiety. And that snippet seemed an inadvertent defense of how respect for the human person cannot be divorced from theism. 

Brooks was playing a psychologist who was giving a lecture in front of an audience of other psychologists and he goes, "It is crucial that we look at our patients as individuals and to have the deepest respect for the human person and the slime from which we came." In that joke there is a recognition that respect for the human person has declined as a result of the secular belief that man is an evolutionary accident.

  posted by TS @ 08:57  
 

 
Real Life Example?

I love the love versus obedient topic that Tom is discussing. And I think I experienced it on a micro, insignificant level at Mass recently. Could it be said that the Sign of Peace visibly expresses the three types of Catholics? 

First, there are those who hold to a variant of Cafeteria Catholicism by simply not participating at all. It's a Vatican II thing so can be discarded. 

The second example is the duty-bound Catholic who shakes hands or waves (if farther away) but with little enthusiasm. (yours truly) His heart is insufficiently engaged.

But the third example is the one who is exuberant with joy such that he needs not rubrics, whose wave is not awkward, who nods and winks with twinkling eyes.

  posted by TS @ 08:50  
 

 
Errands Requiring Immediate Attention

Three say drop everything
besides the Father, Son & Holy Ghost: 
milk, catfood and beer.

Without milk, the coffee lacks
no cereal snacks
we are sad sacks.

Without Purina there are no purrs,
loud whines in furs
they act like curs.

Without beer I get uptight
something's not right
just not Bud Light.

~

In Heaven the beer is dark
the milk won't expire
and the cats shall have their fill.

  posted by TS @ 08:20  
 

 
Fr. Arrupe, S.J.

There was an article in our diocesan newspaper about a priest named Father Pedro Arrupe, whose sainthood cause is under way. He headed the first rescue party to go into Hiroshima after the atomic bomb, using his medical skills to help the wounded and dying. He died in 1991.
After suffering a stroke, Father Arrupe wrote this prayer: "More than ever, I find myself in the hands of God. This is what I have wanted all my life from my youth. But now there is a difference; the initiative is entirely with God. It is indeed a profound spiritual experience to know and feel myself so totally in God's hands."
Also via Google, I came across this, about the founder of Father Arrupe's order, St. Ignatius. Even Ignatius's "lust" was of a type different type than the familiar present-day mentality of relieving personal urges:
For Jesuits—and for anyone else who would choose “to see”—Don Pedro found in the Spiritual Exercises and the life of Ignatius answers to the painful ethical and religious questions of our day. Service was a key. Pedro Arrupe was fond of pointing out that even when Ignatius was beset with romantic love and thoughts of a certain lady “who had taken such a hold on his heart...he imagined what he would do in [her] service…the verses, the words he would say to her, the deeds of arms he would do in her service.” For Ignatius, to love was to serve.

  posted by TS @ 10:39  
August 8, 2005 

 
You Can't Make It Up

One might think that the London bombers were motivated by the need to see Britain out of Iraq. But that would be wrong:
Tanweer was never interested in foreign policy or politics, said Ahmad, adding that she never once saw him reading a newspaper or watching the news. Nor did she see him attend any protests against Britain's involvement in Iraq or Afghanistan, or against Israel...
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"He was more British than Muslim up until he was 18," Whitley recalled. "He started going to mosque a lot more."

"We grew apart," he added.

Many of Tanweer's friends said in interviews that he became more religious after the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks in the United States.

"Shehzad definitely opened his eyes because of September 11th," said Ashid, a friend who did not give his last name out of fear the police might question him. "That's when many young people got back into Islam around here."
Amazing -- 9/11 got them interested in Islam. That is so sick.
Whenever faith and reason part company, both become diseased. Reason becomes cold and loses its standards of judgment; it becomes cruel, because nothing is superior to it any more. The limited understanding of man is now making decisions alone about what should happen to creation in the future, about who is allowed to live and who is being shut out from the banquet of life; the path to hell, as we have seen, then lies open. Yet faith, too, becomes diseased without the wide realm of reason. What dreadful destruction can then come forth from a sick religiousity we can see in abundance in our own present-day society. It is not without reason that the Apocalypse portrays sick religion, which has taken leave of the dimension of belief about creation, as the genuine power of the Antichrist.     

--Cardinal Ratzinger

  posted by TS @ 10:12  
 

 
Quotable


The Byzantine liturgy was not, and is not, concerned to indoctrinate other people or to show them how pleasing and entertaining it might be. What was impressive about it was particularly its sheer lack of a practical purpose, the fact that it was being done for God and not for spectators; it was simply striving to be...pleasing to God, as the sacrifice of Abel had been pleasing to God.

--Joseph Cardinal Ratzinger, Pilgrim Fellowship of Faith

  posted by TS @ 23:34  
August 7, 2005 

 
Irish Fest Weekend

Spent much of the weekend marinating in the jigs and reels and Killian's draught of the annual Irishfest. The highlight was none other than Tommy Makem, the godfather of Irish music in America. He was back at the festival after a long absence and I discovered anew that absence keens the appetite. It was nice to hear the legend again after the span of a decade. 

The deep baritone voice is still a marvel and he was as recondite as he was silly, one minute talking about an obscure battle in the 14th century and the next making us sing along to Waltzing with Bears: "Waaa-wa-wa-wa-wa-waltzing with bears". We were not, he admonished, to "sit there like blisters". I'm not sure whether adults are more in need of history lessons or the play of silliness but he was there to provide both. 

After his introduction he made the sign of the Cross over us before telling of his childhood in Keady in south Armagh, one of the six counties of Northern Ireland. The Kellys lived on one side, the O'Neills on the other. "The O'Neills had eighteen kids and the Kellys were less romantic - they had two."

He had impeccable posture and the mien of a bantam rooster. He reminded me of a Peter O'Toole - there was that strong Irish brogue coupled with eccentricities no American-born could get away with. He was both indulged and indulgent; at the end of his set on Sunday he was given the sign that only five minutes were left before the next band. Perhaps taking it for an insult, he stubbornly went on ten or fifteen more. But we were the beneficiaries for he sang "Four Green Fields" and when his son unexpectedly joined in ("and her sons have sons...as brave as were their fathers") there was no flesh unmoved. Standing ovation.

They eventually cut his mic and he lifted his arms in order to rally the crowd to riot. But American efficiency won out over Irish extravagance and the rules weren't bent for this elder who'd lived his life on "Irish time". It was fitting, though, for what's an Irishman without a fight? It'd be like a German without a timepiece.

  posted by TS @ 22:40  
 

 
The Call

I recall reading about how one of the most irritating sisters in St. Therese's convent made Therese of Lisieux even more of a saint - as if polishing a pearl. St. Therese's patient endurance was tested as if by fire though I wouldn't wish that upon my best friend. But I am interested when I read of religious communities "self-selecting", as if candidates are attempting to join a fraternity or sorority. Perhaps I feel just sorry for outcasts, but if you pick all wonderful, self-effacing people who are easy to get along with, well...where's the struggle? (It was the previous Archbishop of New York whose name escapes me who quoted Anne Frank saying that it's people who make life so difficult - it would be easy to love if not for other people!). So the orders are attempting to discern whether that person has a call to that religious order, but I wonder where St. Therese would've been without that particular sister's "errant" call. 

Upon reflection there are good reasons to not just accept anybody. One is that a member who doesn't fit in will be miserable themselves besides making others miserable. The other is that it seems imprudent and testing God to bring in people you know will irritate others with the expectation that God will change that person or the people dealing with that person. And thirdly, there's surely a long tradition of religious orders weeding out potentially weak members not for their own sake but for the sake of the continuation of the order, which has a specific role to play in the body of Christ.

You could say - and you'd be right - that I should be more worried about my own sanctity instead of looking out for the sanctity of those of any given religious order. Heck, I get irritated with irritating commenters on other blogs and I don't have to live with them! Love indeed is sweet in dreams and harsh in reality.

  posted by TS @ 22:38  
 

 
What Are They Reading?


Louis Begley, writer, About Schmidt
J. M. Coetzee’s Slow Man, a wondrously brilliant demonstration of the author’s skill and intelligence. And Dante Alighieri’s Purgatorio, which grows more awe-inspiring with each rereading.

Sam Tanenhaus, editor of The New York Times Book Review
With the Mayoral election nearing, I’ve been reading some oldies: William F. Buckley’s The Unmaking of a Mayor, about his own high-spirited and sometimes hilarious campaign for the job in 1965
Johnathon Franzen found something he liked to read, which reassured him that he wasn't "intellecutally alone in the world". It's tough being in that top .0001% percentile.

  posted by TS @ 09:20  
August 5, 2005 

 
Quotable

If Protestants wish to know what our real teaching is, as on other subjects, so on that of lying, let them look, not at our books of casuistry, but at our catechisms. Works on pathology do not give the best insight into the form and the harmony of the human frame; and, as it is with the body, so it is with the mind. The Catechism of the Council of Trent was drawn up for the express purposes of providing preachers with subjects for the Sermons...and I rarely preach a Sermon, but I go to this beautiful and complete Catechism to get both my matter and my doctrine.
- John Henry Newman

  posted by TS @ 09:18  
 

 
Interesting Reads...

At Crux Magazine, here & here:
Now I go back and forth on whether the blog will ultimately have a positive or negative impact on society, but this situation can clearly be tallied in the negative column. And I don't mean because people can be fired for expressing their thoughts. Rather, there is something about the blog that invites a candor that is inappropriate even in private conversation.

  posted by TS @ 09:15  
 

 
A Plan B World?

An Orthodox theologian has a book out on the tsunami:

...to the claim that the tsunami provides evidence against the existence of a benevolent and omnipotent God Mr. Hart responds: The disordered world in which we live isn't as God intended and created it. God did order the world in such a way that natural disasters don't happen.
Explanations for why it's a Plan B world are less impressive than the fact that God Himself lived, suffered and died in this Plan B world. 

I used to think we were owed an explanation for the world as we find it but have gotten a bit more comfortable with the symmetry between the individual and the world: the individual remembers not his birth and knows not where he is going and the human race as a whole remembers not its birth and knows not where it is going (except in very broad strokes).

A few years ago I sent a few emails to Richard Geraghty (Phd in Philosophy, of EWTN's Q & A forum) to try to get him to admit that this isn't the intended world; my efforts were without success. He wrote:
I do not think that the sin of Adam and Eve affected the physical laws of the universe. Why should it? The sin was performed by two creatures who, having free will, were capable of sinning. The things of nature are not capable of sinning because they do not have free will. Nor is nature sinning or being defective in any way when lions eat lambs or micorbes destroy each other...I would not see nature as an evil or cursed thing; rather I would see it as a servant of God doing what it has always done. And what it has done to to reward the man who treats it respectfully and stomp on the man who treats it without respect. 

[And then in response to a follow-up question:]

I have difficulty with the notion that nature itself is cruel and inhuman. Scripture has it that the world was made for man. When man was good, he was in tune with this world. When man fell, he tried to abuse nature just as he abused himself. In this case, nature can then turn into God's instrument for justice. 
UPDATE: Amy posted something that looks interesting.

  posted by TS @ 09:11  
 

 
I'll drink to that. 
"The safe consumption level was considered to be 14 to 28 standard drinks a week for a man"
I'm guessing not at a single sitting?

More from the Corner here & here.

  posted by TS @ 07:40  
 

 
Ho Ho Ho It's Magic, You Know...

Tom quotes Hernan concerning magic. I think magic for modern man has taken on the connotation of anything that we can't explain. Programmers have all seen the project flow diagram where all the steps to completion are carefully diagrammed but for a little box that says "magic happens here" - that is to say, something ambiguous and ill-defined or beyond our current understanding. 

I had a discussion not long ago with a family member who equated the Eucharist with magic. But I think the problem with that is that even if you rationalize the Eucharist and call it a symbol, you'll have the same problem everywhere else. What is more "magical" than receiving a glorified body after your atoms have been scattered across the winds? What is more "magical" than Christ's miracle of the loaves and fishes - that of creating matter out of nothingness? (When a heckler told street preacher Frank Sheed that "even I could make a better universe than your God!" Sheed replied, "I won't ask you to do that today, but would you mind making a rabbit just to establish credibility?")

Trying to avoid "magic" in life is like trying to avoid God. That God can't be completely comprehended by limited, finite man is actually pretty rational.

  posted by TS @ 11:03  
August 4, 2005 

 
John Adams Library

  I'll be soon making a pilgrimage to the Rare Book room of the Boston Public Library, specifically to see certain volumes from the library of John Adams. It's said that many if not most of his books contain marginalia from his own hand. You can search a catalog listing his three thousand books in order to request the ones that you'd like to hold in your cold, clammy hands. 

One of the things that interests me about the Founding Fathers whom I respect (primarily Washington & Adams) is what they thought about Catholicism. So I tried to search for any religious books Adams had so as to read some interesting marginalia, but my searching was either inadequate or the books that survived are few in number. Here are the few I could find, all but one without marginalia:
A large and complete concordance to the Bible in English, according to the last translation / first collected by Clement Cotton... by Samuel Newman ...1600?-1663.

Enquiry concerning political justice, and its influence on morals and happiness / by William Godwin. In two volumes.
by Godwin, William, 1756-1836. Adams 254.3 

A collection of theological tracts / by Richard Watson. by Watson, Richard, 1737-1816. Adams 181.1

A comparison of the institutions of Moses with those of the Hindoos and other ancient nations : with remarks on Mr. Dupuis's Origin of all religions... by Priestley, Joseph, 1733-1804. Adams 201.3

Reflexions upon the devotions of the Roman Church : with the prayers, hymns & lessons themselves, taken out of their authentick books. In three parts. This first part, containing their devotions to saints and angels. Also two digressions concerning the reliques and miracles in Mr. Cressy's late Church-history ... 
by Patrick, John, 1632-1695. 263.19

  posted by TS @ 09:31  
 

 
Pondering the Saints

When I was young all the saints seemed equally holy and equally lovable - it seemed that only God could hear the frequencies of goodness in the upper ranges. Does only Love know love? 

But whatever their holiness, their personalities and theologies were more varied than I'd imagined. Perhaps my misperception was due to reading hagiographies, which tend to dull sharp edges. Or perhaps from not reading the saint's actual writings, which reveal personalities to a larger extent than third parties might.

Over the years I've come to like some saints more than other saints. That I like some more than others may be less indicative of their merit and more indicative of their demerit :-). But the ones I like less are perhaps unfairly judged (to use a painfully inappropriate word) based on line here or there or reputation, paltry means indeed. Some saints are more of a "break in case of emergency variety". St. Jude always felt like such a soul. We're all hopeless cases, but some are more hopeless than others. I pray it not become necessary to pray to St. Jude (I began to write "at least for myself and my family" which sounds awfully unChristian doesn't it? Especially ironic since St. Jude isn't "family" in the biological sense.) 

I'll never forget what our fifth grade teacher, a religious sister, said. She said that just because you don't like a particular song or sermon does not mean that song or sermon isn't exactly what someone sitting next to you needs to hear. Now them is true words. Similarly, if a particular saint doesn't float our boat, he or she may be the cat's meow to someone else.

  posted by TS @ 21:28  
August 3, 2005 

 
A Hodge Podge 

Still you keep o' th' windy side of the law. - Shakespeare, Twelth Night

Mary of Ever New asks a good question. She wonders why I have a picture of a girl drinking beer on the blog. The pious answer is that it's a metaphor for how I like to drink liberally of the blogs listed just below it. Alternatively, it could be just that I like to drink beer in large glassware and appreciate that being depicted. I report, you decide.

So what else. Well there's Mr. Luse's latest post which inspires me to want to write - write like the wind! Like a song with a lot of "hooks", the post is densely populated with humorous asides. I'm still laughing at the conjoinment of "capacious" & "liver" and the thought of it as gift.

  posted by TS @ 18:38  
 

 
It Takes Talent to Write That Bad

The Bulwer-Lytton contest winners are in and the hard-fought battle for the bottom has been won. The entries are so entertaining that it's plain it takes talent to write so badly. 

I tried writing a few terrible parodies a couple years ago (some say I still do unintentionally of course - one man's serious writing is another's parody). I couldn't find what I was looking for though it went something along the lines of "your smile is as cute as custard pie, your curves of Pillsbury's finest." I did however find a couple with potential, such as this:
I grew a half-beard, filled out with hairs of silver like mouths of fillings. I drank tequila and swore like a Mexican sailor - except in pig Latin and not Spanish. I was in the mood for a love song or a scientific breakthrough, whichever came first. At a cantina outside Mexico City I had agave, plain and raw. I wasn't sure what it was but I think it's a type of hot pepper...
And this:
I was only 12 and yet conscripted to fight in 'Nam due to a bureaucratic error (they thought I was 19). I reported at 0900 at the headquarters outside Conway, Georgia and was accepted as a drummer boy in the 18th cadet corps; when I complained about my tender age I was told to suck it up since during the Civil War they'd had drummer boys as young as ten. I learned a few tunes on the snares and next thing I know I'm a few miles from the Thai border, walking thru rice paddys throat-high and playing "Mine Eyes Hath Seen the Glory". Our crew was half South Korean and they started requesting weepy Asian ballads which I played reluctantly.

My time with that unit was shortlived though. We lost most of our men in a surprise attack, and so I was moved to another unit, and then another, scuttled from one battalion to another often in disgust since I always seemed to bring bad luck to the men. I'd always lead them straight for a sniper attack. It was as if my drum-playing was a red flag to the enemy. Only three months of active duty and I received an honorable discharge and was told to play my drums in some other man's army. I'm now the chief drummer in the Salvation Army.

  posted by TS @ 10:52  
 

 
Newman for Presumption, Alphonsus for Despair

It's only been in the last ten years that I've begun to see how much diversity there is within the Catholic Church. Previously I thought the diversity consisted only of the hues of black and white - heretics and non-heretics, Hans Kungs and Cardinal Ratzingers.

But I now see how much legitimate freedom of thought and expression lay within the Church. Saints have had theological differences while retaining a respect for the fences (the fences being the markers of settled doctrine). And yes St. Francis and St. Bonaventure's feast days are cheerfully celebrated by the Dominicans of a local parish.

The saints that God gives a particular age are particular to that age and so we - I mean I - should pay particular attention to our medicines: St. Maximilian Kolbe, St. Padre Pio, Mother Teresa and Pope John Paul II. (Pope John Paul, by the way, was beloved even by my sister-in-law, a Baptist from the hills of Kentucky.)

This was prompted by reading some of Newman's Apologia Pro Vita Sua last night concerning his disagreement with St. Alphonsus de Liguori. Newman mentioned how St. Alfonso allowed an equivocation, "that is, a play upon words, in which one sense is taken by the speaker, and another sense intended by him for the hearer...if there is just cause, that is in an extraordinary case." Newman goes on:
...it is notorious from St. Alfonso's Life, that he, who has the repute of being so lax a moralist, had one of the most scrupulous and anxious of consciences himself...But, in truth, a Catholic theologian has objects in view which men in general little compass; he is not thinking of himself, but of a multitude of souls, sick souls, sinful souls, carried away by sin, full of evil, and he is trying with all his might to rescue them from their miserable state; and in order to save them from more heinous sins, he tries, to the full extent that his conscience will allow him to go, to shut his eyes to such sins, as are, though sins, yet lighter in character or degree.

I plainly and positively state, and without any reserve, that I do not at all follow this holy and charitable man in this portion of his teaching. There are various schools of opinion in the Church: and on this point I follow others.
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"My past, O Lord, to your mercy; my present, to your love; my future, to your providence!" - St. Pio

  posted by TS @ 09:12  
 

 
What Is Love?

  posted by TS @ 15:26  
August 2, 2005 

 
       

Conversion, if it is authentic, always brings both inner peace and inner strife simultaneously. - Jeff of "Hallowed Ground"

My Lutheran pastor... was offended when a Catholic I knew declined to take part in something, since it was self-evident that they “worship the same God.” But do they? I suppose it depends on how you define God. If you go by a minimal set of propositions, such as the Apostle’s Creed or just “Jesus is Lord,” then I suppose they do worship the same God. But from the beginning of my search probably my greatest preoccupation has been with the character of God, and the impression of God’s character that I get from the different denominations is often very different. So much so, in fact, that I do not think I could follow God as defined by some churches.... A few years back I remember a discussion on predestination on Disputations that wound up with somebody asking what difference it all really made. Tom answered something to the effect of, “You become what you love, and if you love the Calvinist God, then you become, for better or worse, a Calvinist.” ...Since all most of us know about God is basically what we read and hear about him, it seems inevitable that people form a mental image of him the same way they do a fictional character. And just as you may go to a movie version of a book and find characters realized in ways you never would have thought of, Christians look at each other and see very different impressions of God developed from the same material. So if a Catholic or an Amishman or a Southern Baptist or whatever tells you that you don’t worship the same God as he does, he may be bigoted or self-righteous; or he may just be honest. - Camassia


- via Mary of "Ever New"

One thing that struck me in the various accounts of our new Holy Father is that although his passion for objective truth is like a golden thread woven throughout his life pattern, those who tell his life story remark that he is one of the kindest, gentlest people you could ever hope to meet. He has been known to publicly debate non-Catholics, even atheists, and yet he is acclaimed for acceding to the good points they make... My question then is how passion for objective truth can place one person on the road to sanctity and others on the road to sanctimony. Perhaps the answer is that there is a difference between a love of truth and a love of being right...The Church is the depository of all Truth and will be guided into all Truth, but individuals may not see some facets of the Truth that other individuals do. It is for us to accept those facets, "baptize" them where necessary, and discern how they fit into the larger Truth entrusted to the Church...Without an ability to acknowledge when we are in error -- or that it is even possible that we might err -- we will never grow in Truth. We’ll have only that Truth about which we are sure that we’re right and no more. - Michelle Arnold on Jimmy Akin's blog 

Unfortunately the blame-the-pope faction has run into a little hitch in the gitalong over here on the AIDS front. It seems that "A letter by Australian bioethicist Dr. Amin Abboud published in the July 30 edition of the British Medical Journal notes that "A regression analysis done on the HIV situation in Africa indicates that the greater the percentage of Catholics in any country, the lower the level of HIV." - John of "The Inn at the End of the World"

I'm happy to report that I wrote the front-page headline on Bloomberg's apology to the tourists who were handcuffed: MAYOR CULPA. (If I'm happy about it, does that make it a felix culpa?) - Dawn of "Dawn Patrol" 

Oh, and get this: the tome's title, "A Great Feast of Light," refers to the light pouring from the gazillion new televison sets that apparently descended like a cathode-ray Pentecost on the darkling isle of priestridden Eire and swept her clean of her deuced superstitions. Perhaps Doyle will write a sequel in praise of the enlightenment that will ensue when Paddy discovers the joy of scarfing a box of Krispy Kreme dougnuts in his SUV and buying crates of cheap Chinese junk at his local big box. - Meredith of "Basia Me, Catholica Sum" concerning new book trashing the Ireland that existed pre-television. She had me till the doughnuts part.

Hey, where's the Howard Dean, "pull my finger" with the red eye enhancer??!! My kids got hours of giggles over that one!! - Elena on "Curt Jester" asking about an old Curt Jesterian favorite

Do you know what a thrill it is when babies start responding and imitating you? When you say "ba" and they say "ba" even though they can also say, "da," "aaargh" and "pffft?" No, it's not anything erudite or poetic, but it's still beautiful because it's borne of relationship and builds it. You're not mad at him for not being able to utter words or string sentences - he's doing his best, he's doing it in response to you, and what can you do but hug him? I wonder if that is an echo of is the way God sees us. When we're looking out the window, babbling or just enjoying the sound of our own voices, that's charming, it's true. But when we actually lock hearts with Him and respond to His voice the best that we can...don't you think that gives Him joy? Prayer isn't made to be stressed over. Just listen, and respond in kind. What will your first word be? - Amy Welborn

"I'll emanate your penumbra!"..."I'll shift your paradigm!..."I'll raise your awareness!"..."I'll privilege your oppression!"..."I'll delegitimize your security!"..."I'll nuance your worldview!" - Kevin Jones of "Philokalia Republic" - academic jargon written as personal threats

Isn't the first and greatest commandment, "Thou shalt love the Lord thy God, with thy whole heart, and with thy whole soul, and with thy whole mind, and with thy whole strength"?...Why does God express His invitations as commandments? An incomplete answer: Our relationship with God is one of creature to Creator, of servant to Master, of child to Father. In all of these relationships, when the greater's wish is the lesser's command. When a father says, "I want you to love me," a child ought to hear, "Love me." Not, as I've tried to explain above, as though that is what the father directly commands, but as what their relationship requires of the child, given the father's desire. - Tom of Disputations

Less blogging and less behind - Therese Z. of Exultet, title of post discussing her weight loss

  posted by TS @ 14:14  
 

 
Remembrance of Hikes Past

The stones in the nearly dry river bed were beautifully vertical, like the stones at the mouth of the Boyne or within Ireland’s Beara Peninsula. 

The scent of the crawdad’d river was of a wellspent youth in the creekbeds of southwest Ohio where water spiders spryed and small frogs begat small splashes.

  posted by TS @ 21:34  
August 1, 2005 

 
By George I Think He's Right

Podhertz opines on The Corner on movies (other than classics) that stand up well:
The truth is that without question the movies that hold up best are comedies and musicals, because they are universal and because the better they are the less they are anchored to the specific political-social concerns of the moment they were made...That's why you can watch "The Philadelphia Story" or "Singin in the Rain" or "Animal House" or "Stripes" or "Radio Days" or "The In-Laws" or "The Band Wagon" or "Groundhog Day" or even something very slender, like "Fletch," numerous times with pleasure each time. (I can't count "2001" as something that hasn't held up since it was a crashing bore when I first saw it at age 12, even more boring at 25, and ridiculous-looking and sounding at 37. I tried, I really tried.)
Ideally this should impact my DVD purchasing. Heavy on comedies, light on insufferable dramas. Movies that hold up best for me are either:
--Cinematically beautiful ("The Secret of Roan Inish", "Lord of the Rings", "Unforgiven") 

--Comedically pleasing ("Groundhog Day", "Three Amigos") 

--Spiritually uplifting ("Song of Bernadette", "The Passion of the Christ")
The movie I'd most like to own but don't is "Schindler's List".

  posted by TS @ 21:19  
 

 
The '05 Repentance Tour

I’m on a Repentance Tour through every fault of my own. Of course the disclaimer is that one man's suffering is another's light burden, but there is a kind of irony to it that I - as an appreciator of irony - can appreciate.

Mine is a voice that carries or so it's been said; I cannot testify. But at work in the days of yore Ham o' Bone and I would hold forth on politics, religion & sometimes work at a pitch just shy of deafening. Of course we were unaware of this despite people telling us. Some sort of amnesia prevented the message from Carole & Debra from getting through. "Quiet!" they’d tell us, and quiet would we get, suitably chastised until the morrow when we'd have to reinvent the wheel of not annoying people. 

So – fast forward – Bone is gone from the workplace. Every day the harshest voice known to mankind complains in the most complaining manner five feet from my cubical. To say her voice carries is to say that men like sex. They call the justice poetic but I see no poetry in it.

She's higher in the corporate foodchain so I buy earplugs that are of surprisingly small avail. I soon recognize that if a twenty decibel reduction in sound would suffice then I really wouldn’t need them, would I? Only fifty decibel reduction plugs would do and I know not where to purchase them. You can’t stop a jackhammer with a thimble.

The moral of the story? I've had a taste of my own medicine and it's not as sweet as I'd imagined. I'm now a literal interpreter of the phrase "what goes around comes around". The ability to concentrate is contingent on environment and my environmental destructiveness has come back to haunt.

  posted by TS @ 20:36  
 

 
Short Story Masquerading As Apologetic Material

I read a a bit of John Updike's Early Stories every monthend or so and yesterday came across this:
The reason why in Catholic countries everybody kisses each other is that it's a huge family -- God is a family of three, the Church is a family of millions, even heretics are a kind of black sheep of the family.

  posted by TS @ 14:49  
 

 
Belated Blogroll Updateth

Call me dilatory but not late to dinner. Bill Luse is now here and I just got around to updating the link. His old site has gone the way of all flesh.

  posted by TS @ 14:07  
 
 

Oktoberfest! Ahhhh... It bridges my past and present. Oh language, what is language but mere arbitrary sounds! And yet when I hear the sounds of that tongue it takes me back, takes me back to my youth spent with my best friend whose parents and relatives spoke Deutsch. It takes me back to my high school German. And though I identify more strongly with my Irish heritage, it touches a chord there as well.

The band has a few exuberant hams. Like exhibitionists, or bloggers? The groups founders’ son is now in his 70s and wears the most outrageous hats. This year it was some sort of James Brown beret number with long dreadlocks flowing from it. "Is that your real hair?" asked his band member brother. “Yes!”. You could tell when he put it on that he was looking for a reaction. Other bandmembers put theirs on sheepishly. I’m with Amy Welborn when she says that “professionalism ruins everything” and he seems in it for the joy, maybe even our joy; I wondered how much of the enthusiasm of this group was born of amateurism (derived etymologically for the word ‘love’) and how much of professionalism. Of course it’s easy for me to love them – I’m drinking the first beer of the week and I haven’t heard these songs in ages. This is Oktoberfest season and Lord knows they’ve been playing them early and often. 

They play this delightfully cheesy number called, "Im Himmel Gibt’s Kein Bier" (i.e. "In Heaven There Is No Beer" - next verse "and that's why we drink it here") and they offer to sing it in whatever language an audience member chooses. And the joke is they just repeat the tune to some word they associate with the language - for Italian they repeat "pizza". It's so obvious that it's funny, or at least it appeals to everyone. It's kind of how Flannery O’Connor wrote that she would name her dog ‘Spot’ as irony, her mother would without irony. She said it wouldn't much matter in the end. And then the band member who is out soliciting suggestions comes up - as if by accident! - with the suggestion "sign language". And they act all surprised, like that's never come up before, but then they silently make the motion of drinking a beer to the tune. There's always an element of acting to performing, isn't there? The crowd eats it up - imagine someone having the creativity to suggest "sign language"! - and yet no audience member did... 

The scent overwhelms; the pungency of sauerkraut greets with the sound of polka as I sit down and take the first sips of Warsteiner Dunkel and the music felt gilded, as in a dream. Folks of every age surround me --all in a similarly excellent mood and why not? As the Oktoberfest T-shirts said, "no one can listen to a polka and not smile." And the dancers, well there is something to their humility that struck me. There is a humility in admitting the music has gotten to you and yes it is temporary, but so what? They understand they are human and they celebrate their response to auditory stimuli and there is something sweet in that, in anyone who witnesses unashamedly. Polkas have always been a guilty pleasure. Many don't admit liking them, they groan and think them too simple, "ooh-pah music" they call it. But I'd rather think that polkas are necessary in order to relieve smart people of their dysfunction? A Simpsons episode showed Homer sticking a crayon into the far nether regions of his brain as a child, thus explaining his stupidity, and when it was removed in his middle-age his IQ increased fifty points. Needless to say, after a couple of weeks as the "smart Homer" he had bartender Moe re-insert a crayon. Ignorance isn’t bliss, but it’s close enough for guvmint work. Or so Homer Simpson attests.

  posted by TS @ 22:27  
September 30, 2005 

 
Let's Please Observe...

...a moment of silence for the demise of the marriage of Renee Zellweger and Kenny Chesney. Sure the odds were against them, but Renee...seemed different. And Kenny...was country.

  posted by TS @ 22:17  
 

 
Thumbs Up

Just finished Privilege, a very pleasing read. Modern fiction is often either cloying or boring or offensive, and academic/semi-scholarly books, though more dependable, quickly satiate. But this sort of book is a nice blend of the lyrical and the thought-provoking. 

When I first heard of it, I figured it would be another Persecuted-Conservative-on-Liberal-Campus story, the kind of literature inaugurated by Dinesh D'Sousa. I was pleasantly surprised that it was not, having already had a surfeit of that. Part memoir, part critique of our lame education system, part rhapsody of youth, this book entertained as it educated.

  posted by TS @ 09:00  
 

 
Them Is True Words

Peggy Noonan writes:
The day before hurricane Rita hit Texas, last Friday, I saw on TV something that disturbed me. It was not the usual scene of crashing waves and hardy reporters being blown sideways by wind gusts. It was a fat Texas guy swimming in the waves off Galveston. He'd apparently decided the high surf was a good thing to jump into, so he went for a prehurricane swim. Two cops saw him, waded into the surf and arrested him. When I saw it the guy was standing there in orange trunks being astonished as the cops put handcuffs on him and hauled him away.

I thought: Oh no, this is isn't good. This is authority, not responsibility. 

You'd have to be crazy, in my judgment, to decide you were going to go swim in the ocean as a hurricane comes. But in the America where I grew up, you were allowed to be crazy. You had the right. Sometimes you were crazy and survived whatever you did. Sometimes you didn't, and afterwards everyone said, "He was crazy."...And we will not only lose the right to be crazy, we'll lose the right to be sane....It is the government's job to warn and inform. That's what we have the National Weather Service for.

  posted by TS @ 08:56  
 

 
So, How Can a Christian Vote for Hillary Clinton?

I was taken aback that she voted against Roberts yesterday. Apparently her move to the center is only with regard to war (pro) and immigration (anti). And so I'm trying to figure out how she appeals to any Christian.

Issues Associated w the Christian Right:

pro-life

contra gay marriage

respect for Judea-Christian roots; i.e. no state religion, not separation of Church and state

Issues Associated w the Christian Left:

government help/solutions to poverty

pacifism, anti-war

liberal immigration policy 

This means that Clinton is a perfect 0h for Six on the pet issues of all Christians. Only the "anti-poverty" is debatable, although during her husband's administration the welfare program was pretty much gutted, which the Christian left certainly couldn't have been enthusiastic about. What am I missing? What the heck does the Christian left see in her?

~~~

In other news...

Whooo Hooo! Yippee! We flunked!

  posted by TS @ 08:13 
 
 

 
Catholic Education - An Anecdote & Blegasaurus

My own parochial high school has a "story" that may not be unique. 

They are involved in fundraising for an auxiliary gym, new state of the art weight room, performing arts place and other upgrades. And I'm trying to determine how much to donate.

The reason they are making all the infrastructure changes is simple: they are losing the best and brightest, or at least the richest, to out-of-town private Catholic schools. (Lord knows how the kids get there.) And a big part of the reason is because parents want their kids to go to high school in plush, campus-like surroundings with excellent extra-curricular programs. 

And without those amenities, you not only have a brain drain from the top and you also lose some of the middle-incomed to public schools (for the plush workout room or whatever). And that leaves mostly the poor, which is fine, but would it be self-sustaining? And if they close this school where would poorer Catholics go? They have a right to a Catholic school education.

So it seems Catholic schools not only have to educate, but they have to keep up with the Jones's - with high schools funded from a huge base (i.e. public) and/or posh private schools who charge $10-20K a year in tuition. 

It's ugly, because education is hugely expensive (since human capital is extremely expensive) even without a lot of infrastructure. But what choice do we have? Opinions, comments, suggestions? Email me at tdsoramaNoSpam@hotmail.com (please remove the no spam for best results).

  posted by TS @ 12:52  
September 29, 2005 

 
Catholic School Education

Amy (who was recently christened by Andrew Sullivan as an 'arch-conservative', which is really defining arch-conservatism down) posted some serious truth-telling (go and read the whole thing) regarding education and our battle with materialism:


When the Church becomes a bureaucracy and a business with human resources managers, hiring committees, and so on, it is a competely different, somewhat distant feel from a community that produces religious vocations and lay people to do these works of mercy in the world. There's less of an urgency, less of a connection between these works of mercy and the people. There are fewer ties, less of a sense that they are of us, doing work on our behalf, and that we owe them our support in their living out the Gospel. Professionalization is the death of everything, in my opinion.

Catholics don't give...partly because we haven't yet absorbed this new paradigm, that running a school or even a parish costs bunches of money. Even though we, as individuals, grapple with rising energy and health care costs in our own homes, we haven't quite grasped that institutions are feeling it too, big time... Part of the problem is the simple attraction of materialism. People who don't blink about dropping 75 bucks on dinner Saturday night think that it's not worth it to them to drop more than ten bucks in the collection plate on Sunday morning. Why? That's not a financial problem - it's a spiritual one, and one that all of us, living in this prosperous nation, share.
Some historical background on American parochial education, from Thomas E. Woods' The Church Confronts Modernity:
One of the primary sources of division between the parties ['Americanist' versus more traditionalist] involved the question of education. As the nineteenth century progressed, it was becoming clear to Catholics and to Christians in general that the country was moving toward a secular curriculum and ethos in the system of public education. Christians were therefore faced with a critical choice. They could send their children to public schools and supplement the secular education that they received with religious education in the home or in a church setting, or they could establish a network fo schools of their own. As we know, the Catholic Church decided on the latter course of action, though our familiarity with the Catholic school system has perhaps served to obscure the staggering amount of effort and expense that the undertaking entailed.

The reason that Catholics had chosen to establish their own schools was that in the current climate the state schools tended "to eliminate religion from the minds and hearts of the youth of the country." ...As we shall see, Farther Thomas Edward Shields, the most influential Catholic educational theorist of the Progressive Era and a man who is routinely and rather carelessly described by historians as a "progressive", could not have objected more forcefully to the suggestion that religious education could be treated as a mere adjunct to the rest of the material the child was learning.)

  posted by TS @ 11:18  
 

 
Proper Credit   (or "now it can be told") 

Turns out the progenitor of this excellent map is Oengus Moonbones of Lunar Skeletons. Check out his posts on charismatic Christianity (to the extent that phrase is not redundant).

  posted by TS @ 10:30  
 

 
Apologetically Speaking

I'm currently reading A History of Apologetics by Cardinal Dulles, and in it Dulles observes that there are many different apologetic approaches, some of which don't appeal strictly to the intellect but all of which are complementary rather than oppositional.

He also quotes Cardinal Journet, who
"regarded Teilhardianism as a misguided apologetics --able for a time to attract some devotees of science but tending in the long run to seduce them away from Orthodox Christianity." 
Jacques Maritain writes bluntly in the "Peasant of the Garonne": 
"Is it the function of apologetics to lead minds to the truth by using seductions and approaches of any error whatever...or do apologetics have to lead us to the Truth via the truth?" 
Uh, well, you can't use a bad means to a good end, right? I have difficulties respecting people who hold other religious beliefs. Not Protestants - Calvin was a genius and developed a systematic approach to Christianity which fit the Scriptures although was inorganic (i.e. it was grown artificially, in a hothouse, rather than having developed over the centuries as Catholicism did). Even Hilaire Belloc gave Calvin his due. I greatly respect Jews: There's a book from Roy Schoeman called "Salvation is from the Jews" and he talks about the Messianic propheies in Jewish Scripture but using the same scriptures there's a book by David Klinghoffer that is a powerful apologetic for Judaism, such that even the Christian Michael Poterma said in "National Review" that Jewish parents who want their children to remain Jewish should read this book as it is very convincing.

No, what I don't understand, and concerning which I can scarcely be charitable, is not only Islam, but sects like Jehovah Witnesses and others. It makes me want to read their literature in hopes of lessening my disgust. Yet millions and millions of people can and do accept them, such that I begin to wonder what is the point of apologetics, or even what place rationalism has in religion. It certainly plays up the point that conversions require heavenly assistance and that Christian unity is not up to us. Perhaps that's precisely the point. And it's also true that if Satan wanted to inspire credible false prophets he could do so, given his superior intellect, with the greatest of ease running rings around our retarded capabilities (though even without the devil's help, juries are often swayed by an excellent, but mistaken, attorney).

I know that apologists do necessary work but only from the standpoint of saying "this is reasonable" and preventing unnecessary defections. The rest is up to God. And yet I consistently ignore that when talking to family members, acting as if it is up to me to make a persuasive case and/or to overcome years of deficient catechetical training.

Dulles refers to Balthasar who thinks that the apologetics of the last century has 
"attempted to prove either too much or too little. Either it persuades people to believe on the basis of natural certainty, which is not Christian faith, or it asks them to believe on the basis of mere probability, which makes faith irrational."
UPDATE: I've amazed at how many good bloggers there are out there now. Back when I started (effect hoary ol' man voice) it was slim pickins. So I think my job is done, I can go home now. :-) Anyway, excellent response from Dennis at Ephemeris:


What is baffling is the human need to believe, even in the face of overwhelming contrary evidence. Having been once convinced by a plausible, though false, system of thought we are all prone to cling to it despite all evidence to the contrary. Chesterton writes about what we now call the Fundamentalist Christian almost admiringly, particularly their stubborn refusal to concede defeat (intellectually). And I confess to admiring the JW’s when they come to the door. It takes a certain kind of courage to endure the abuse they must receive.

Perhaps relationships are the most important thing in convincing us of the truth of things. The Muslim has the Umma (community) to sustains him, the JW has the Fellowship. These satisfy a deep need to belong, that, in the case of converts to these religions, wasn’t being met elsewhere.

  posted by TS @ 07:55  
 

 
Questions I Would Ask Judicial Nominees

Years ago I was quite a fan of Newseek but now feel quite alienated from it. One article that ought draw my interest, the Roberts nomination, does not. I can guess what happened at the hearings: blowhard senators blew, hard.

Roberts seems like a good and decent person. Hopefully he’ll stand up to the tsunami winds of the gas-baggers of the D.C. dinner party set for never underestimate the gravitational pull of peer pressure. These are the sort of questions the conservative senators should've asked him:
"Will you, Judge, be able to withstand dinner invitations from Ben Bradley and Sally Quinn? Rupert Murdoch? And if the Kennedys invite you for a weekend to Hyannis Port? Skiing in Aspen? Will you be able to attend without letting it go to your head or wanting to fit in with eastern elites?

Will you be able to survive the scorn of bad press, the potshots of important people, the labeling of 'Neanderthal' or worse? Most of all, are you an adult, with formed opinions and the courage of your convictions, such that you will not evolve in office in order to placate the aforementioned?
Sorry if I sound condescending but I'm still reeling from Blackmun and Souter.

  posted by TS @ 17:27  
September 28, 2005 

 
Interesting National Review Tidbit

Book review from Michael Potemra: 


The Complete New Yorker (Random House, 123 pp., $100), true to its name, is an eight-DVD set containing every page of every issue of the 80-year-old magazine. Virtually all of the physical weight of this gift box is accounted for by the accompanying book; the DVDs containing the actual reproduced magazines, all 4,109 issues, can be held easily in the palm of one’s hand. The bittersweet victory over paper — tons and tons of paper, but lovable paper nonetheless — is in sight. 

The most daunting question is, Where to start? The search engine is well-organized, by author and subject — so if you want to read, say, any of the 793 stories, essays, and poems written for The New Yorker by John Updike, they will be arranged chronologically for you...Another, equally pleasant strategy is the Cultural Immersion. Take an issue at random, from, say, 1960 — and flip through it from cover to cover. Here, it’s the ads, even more than the stuff that’s listed in the table of contents, that will give you a snapshot of lived history. A poem or essay is created, at least in part, with an eye toward literary eternity; the glossy ads are ephemeral by design. You want to know what people thought was really cool in 1960?
~
Conservatives will be delighted to find here such old friends as William F. Buckley Jr. and Richard Brookhiser. Just as delightful, though, are the political prophecies of liberals past. In his November 15, 1976, write-up of Jimmy Carter’s election victory, Richard H. Rovere worried about the impending collapse of the GOP..

  posted by TS @ 14:33  
 

 
Family

I was thinking today, in the context of the Terri Schiavo case, that if my wife betrayed me in some way it would be deeply wounding but I would have no regret. And regret is the worst emotion because it implies the possibility of prevention. The tragedy that could've been prevented is far worst than the tragedy that could not have. If I leave my bike unlocked and it gets stolen, I am feel regret and self-recrimination because that could've easily have been prevented. If I leave my life unlocked with my wife or my God or my brother or my sister and it gets stolen, I feel no regret because the whole point of family is trust. 

The cliche is true: if you can't trust family who can you? Yet for some, rampant divorce teaches the lesson of the pre-nuptial agreement though that is fundamentally incompatible with trust. I trust my wife or my brother or sister with my life and money because they are family and there's a bet, spoken or unspoken, that we can rely on each other. But it's a bet so interwoven within us that we're hardly ever aware of it. And that is very freeing.

If family is the locus of trust then it's crucial to think of Christ as our brother and Mary our mother, for the alternative - to think of God as an employer or contractor - reduces trust to ashes.

  posted by TS @ 21:58  
September 27, 2005 

 
Walking Around a Modest Surburban Home

Tis a joy to walk around the house on a fall night and remember and admire her features. There’s the soft blackness of the asphalt driveway, newly-sealed, lit from the sides by the landscape lights. There are the thriving trees I so assiduously planted in hopes of gaining an epidermis, my skin raw from overexposure since it faces the three side windows of the gape-jawed neighbors’ house. 

There’s the off-white of the garage interior, which was the first thing I painted back in November of ’98, scrubbing and painting as if removing Original Sin. I had a way to go to make the house feel like ours but I was determined to gain yardage early. 

Our shining achievement is the exterior, having chosen the perfect color and thereby covering the awful '70s-ish Brady Bunch-ish look of the old. The house looks grand under the moon & porch lights, like an old whaling ship fresh-painted. 

Other features: There’s the fetching serpentine paver stone patch to the front porch, New Englandish in her red-brick'd hue. There’s the hammock lounging between the poplars, which always reminds me of Kenny Chesey’s songs of the Carribbean. And there’s the large, thick pines along both sides, small six-footers when planted and now ravenous beauties twice that size. 

The kitchen is finally ready for a makeover, the last holdout of obviously bad taste, festooned with painfully out-of-date cabinents. Instead of waiting thirty years for them to get back in style we've decided to go the replacement route, including the white countertop with a shiny gem-like granite one. For years I’d pitched the idea that by keeping the kitchen and the counters clean we could make the kitchen look 50% better and spend thousands less, but I eventually gave up on that due to lack of interest. I figured it’s better to have a cluttered kitchen with oak cabinents and granite countertops than a cluttered kitchen with '70s cabinents and white countertops. White shows dirt you know.

  posted by TS @ 20:18  
 

 
       

Please send your donation between your Planned Parenthood and electric bill.

- Jeff of "Curt Jester" on imagined progressive Catholic television network "PWTN"

The Fates clearly have determined that all is to be settled by the three last games of the regular season between New York and Boston at Fenway. And for the third straight fall, stress, bleary-eyed mornings and Sox-induced alcoholism await. There's no getting around it: Might as well set aside the heart pills and the IPAs. 

- Mark of "Irish Elk"

Humorous to remember: When Jacques Maritain visited him, [Thomas] Merton insisted on playing Bob Dylan songs, hoping that Maritain would agree that Dylan is a genius. Maritain was frustrated that valuable time was spent on such a thing. 

- Eric of "The Daily Eudemon"

“‘If you can’t pray, say your prayers!’ People often complain that they can’t pray. St. Benedict once advised any followers of his with similar problems: ‘If you can’t pray, say your prayers!’ This little prayer book will be a help for those who want to ‘say their prayers.’” 

- Bishop Comiskey, Wexford, Ireland, review of "Shalom 2000" published by Requiem

I've never really cared for coconut. 

- Tom of Disputations, responding to Steven Riddle's confession of never wanting to have an unpublished thought

We do know that God does deal not just with individuals but with entire nations (or city states.) The Russians for example are inclined to believe that God visited the scourge of atheistic communism on them in the 20th century for the evils which they perpetrated against the Old Believers in the 16th. Solzhenitsyn writes about this. It's a mindset which is not popular in the West today though where the individual is the supreme unit of society and societal and historical entities are downplayed.

- Fr. Ambrose on "Catholic Answers" website

As my wife noted today, the media coverage, especially the interviews of poor dopes hanging out at Graceland, shows that folks who don't have a liturgical calendar really have a deep need for one; people who have no saints to venerate will nevertheless venerate. 

- Bill of "Summa Minutiae", on the "Solemnity of Elvis Presley, King"

Personally, I notice that this sample serves to remove me from Jesus' presence. No more is he speaking directly to me as he has done throughout the Gospels ("but I say to you..."). I have enough trouble getting the path clear to be in Jesus' presence already...No thanks. 

- Julie of "Happy Catholic" on new "100 Minute" bible, a 57-page version

It is said that married couples through the years become more like one another. (I suspect that is mostly in the bad things so that our annoying habits do not annoy so seriously.) So, if we seek the Holy Spirit through the marriage of prayer and we keep the blessed trinity company through prayer, surely we will become more like them...It is a natural human inclination to blend in. What then could be better than to blend into the company of the blessed trinity. 

- Steven Riddle of "Flos Carmeli"

Those who live lives of immediate gratification, Huxley thought, would not be able to bear solitude of any kind. As Mustapha Mond explains, “people are never alone now. We make them hate solitude; and we arrange their lives so that it’s almost impossible for them to ever have it.” A life devoted to instant gratification produces permanent infantilization: “at sixty-four . . . tastes are what they were at seventeen.” In our society, the telescoping of the generations is already happening: the knowledge, tastes, and social accomplishments of thirteen-year-olds are often the same as those of twenty-eight-year-olds. 

- Theodore Dalrymple

When you take the procreation out of recreation, it's only a matter of time until you take the recreation out of procreation.

- Eric of "The Daily Eudemon", on news that women are increasingly seeking "inapparopriate IVF because they do not have the time or inclination for a sex life and want to 'diarise' their busy lives"

5 celebrity crushes:
1. Mel Gibson
2. Will Smith
3. Dennis Quaid
4. Mark Steyn (writer on National Review)
5. Thomas Howard
6. Peter Kreeft (had to add him!)
7. Bill Luse, TSO, and Steven Riddle

- MamaT of "Summa Mamas" making the geeezers in no. 7 feel good 

I like the humanness of the place. I like belonging to a communion of slobs like me (a big relief when you are coming from a tradition whose emphasis on holiness takes on a sort of quasi-Darwinian quality). I like the balance. I like the breadth. I like the Dickensian love of *characters* that the Church has. The Church has a soft spot for kooks. I like the ability the Church has to love Nature without worshipping it. I love the coolness of the Blessed Sacrament sanctuary on a hot day. I love the warmth of the sanctuary on a cold night in winter. I love being able to take my sins to confession and then forget about them. I love meals in common with our friends. I love that sex is a sacrament. I love that eating is a sacrament. I loved the sound of my friend's voice the morning he made his first confession and I asked him how it went: "I feel.... clean!" he said. I love being able to pray for my Dad, who has been dead for 20 years. I love that Chaucer was Catholic. I love being able to say that the smell of salt air on Puget Sound is what the freedom of the Spirit is like, and knowing that there is a real sacramental connection there and not simply a subjective projection on the idiotic face of matter.

- Mark Shea on why he enjoys being Catholic

Unlike Groucho who quipped he would not join a club that would have him as a member, a sinner like myself only glories and rejoices in being part of the Bride of Christ - his Church. Besides where else can you go to receive something so awesome as the Body and Blood of Christ followed by something so mundane as coffee and donuts afterwards? 

- Jeff Miller of "Curt Jester"

  posted by TS @ 09:27  
 

 
Fulton Sheen's Inspiration...

Here:
...was a little Chinese girl of eleven years of age. He explained that when the Communists took over China, they imprisoned a priest in his own rectory near the Church.

After they locked him up in his own house, the priest was horrified to look out of his window and see the Communists proceed into the Church, where they went into the sanctuary and broke into the tabernacle. In an act of hateful desecration, they took the ciborium and threw it on the floor with all of the Sacred Hosts spilling out. The priest knew exactly how many Hosts were in the ciborium: thirty-two.

When the Communists left, they either did not notice, or didn't pay any attention to a small girl praying in the back of the Church who saw everything that had happened.

That night the little girl came back. Slipping past the guard at the priest's house, she went inside the Church. There she made a holy hour of prayer, an act of love to make up for the act of hatred. After her holy hour she went into the sanctuary, knelt down, bent over and with her tongue received Jesus in Holy Communion, since it was not permissible at that time for laymen to touch the Sacred Host with their hands.

The little girl continued to come back each night to make her holy hour and receive Jesus in Holy Communion on her tongue. On the thirty-second night, after she had consumed the last and thirty-second host, she accidentally made a noise and woke the guard who was sleeping. He ran after her, caught her, and beat her to death with the butt of his rifle. This act of heroic martyrdom was witnessed by the priest as he watched grief-stricken from his bedroom window.

  posted by TS @ 08:48  
 

 
Douthat Applies Hammer to Nailhead

The context of the quote below is after Douthat describes a Harvard student protest that demanded that janitors and food servers be paid a living wage - up from their then $10.85 an hour. He discusses capitalism's contents and discontents, as well as one large negative concerning the "good old days". 

From Privilege:
Of course, the rule of self-interest, which stretches back to John Locke's insistence that God gave the world "to the use of the industrious and rational", has made for a wildly comfortable world - a world in which a simple New England university might be worth nineteen billion dollars and its students might count on earning millions of their own. Even many of the this selfish world's apparent victims, its janitors and food servers and security guards, are victims with color televisions, with stereos and CD players and video games, with riches beyond the ken of an earlier age's servile classes.

But somewhere in the middle of my college years, lost in the dark woods of Harvard, I decided that I wished for a different world. I had no revolutionary program, none of the rage for equality that makes for a modern Marxist. I called myself a conservative still, but I was different from the Republican I had been...I wanted something higher and more romantic than American politics could offer. I decided: something nobler than the Heritage Foundation, more ancient than FOX News. A new form of chivalry, perhaps - but no, I had read Edmund Burke's Reflections on the Revolution in France, like any good conservative, and I knew the age of chivalry was dead and gone. We were doomed, Burke lamented, to inhabit instead the age of "sophisters and economists and calculator," which was as neat a description of 1990s Harvard as you were likely to find.

Of Burke, Thomas Paine once wrote sneeringly that "he laments the plumage, but ignores the dying bird." The remark is telling, a reminder that the world of chivalry was really a world of misery, of disease and death for the countless thousands unlucky in their birth or biology...('Look around you', [a professor] said to the twenty odd students, 'and know this: Maybe four of you would have reached your current age in 1300.')

  posted by TS @ 09:46  
September 26, 2005 

 
Mr. Zeitgeist

A columnist in a small daily newspaper recently complained that the Christian right should stop telling people how to live. He said that those who don't like to have an abortion shouldn't have one, and those who don't want gay marriage shouldn't marry one. It's a familiar refrain (although the abortion argument is particularly ridiculous, as if we should all mind our own business and not worry about babies getting killed).

The argument that the left doesn't tell people how to live is very popular and hip. Very Jon Stewart-ish. And there is an explicit assertion within that that we are all autonomous agents with no influence or effect on one another. What's a gay marriage have to do with mine? Yet the columnist seems to be perfectly a man of the world - doesn't that somewhat contradict his argument? If he is so "modern" and so in sync with our age, that could hardly be seen as accidental. His own autonomy may well be overrated.

  posted by TS @ 09:03  
 

 
'Round the World

Ignatuis Insight interview with the author of Has the Reformation Ended? 
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When your weatherman is a conspiracy theorist. 
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Michael Novak on the Protestant work ethic.
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ABC News thinks all blacks think the same?

  posted by TS @ 19:41  
September 25, 2005 

 
23:5 Meme

I'm a sucker for these sorts of memes. This one via Alicia.


Rules:
1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to it).
3. Find the 5th sentence (or closest to it).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
My 23rd post is here. If the title doesn't count then the operative sentence is:
Don't we humans only respect 'scarcity'? 

Ay yi yi, as opposed to the horses among us. I'm ever in need of an editor.

  posted by TS @ 15:13  
 

 
Let's Go Take a Hike

Well it’s late September and I really should...be taking a hike. So I set my cap a’jaunt, find the walking stick and set out for a pristine natural refuge called Darby Metro Park. I like that city parks call themselves metro parks. Got a better ring.

The air is fulsome with the scent of decaying leaves, the wind strong enough to help acorns thud at frequent intervals. Oak, the quality tree, produces acorns, the quality seed. Or is that vice-versa? Acorns look nothing like trashy maple seeds. Nay, these are heavy spheres, smooth and hard, with a design on top that looks as decorative as a company’s branding. At bottom is a small, sharp point which presumably stops them from rolling when they arrive on terra firma. 

I stop at a lookout with a view of a long stretch of the river and a wide expanse of “Little House on the Prairie” prairie far below. A song arrives unbidden:
Down in the valley, valley so low
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow, dear, hear the wind blow
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.

Roses love sunshine, violets love dew
Angels in heaven know I love you
Know I love you, dear, know I love you
Angels in heaven, know I love you.
To the woods I went and as I looked out over the serene valley part of me wished to join the wagon trains and head for those uplands, with my wife and I ensconced in some far part of Darby Metro Park where the tourists never go. And we’d live off acorns. And that’s when I woke up. 

You never know what you’ll find on the banks of the Darby. A snake, with surprising speed, avoids my step. A caterpillar makes his way across the path, snowy white with eight black dots along his back. He does the familiar sideways shuffle to locomote. Against the backdrop of green and brown there’s the thrilling purity of birch bark, so white and smooth, twin trees amid hundreds of dark-barked.

I hear a muffled stampede coming up behind me. A bison run? Horses? Perhaps children, except they make no sound, no squeals. I look behind and see a passel of half-dressed runners, all girls but for one lone guy. Like I said, you never know what you’ll see at Darby Creek...

  posted by TS @ 15:07  
 

 
Beyond the Sea

What is this need for earthy stories that smell of sea and air? What of this craving for George Mackay Brown's tales and his simple childlike odes of sea and storm and soil that I should long to breath through these gills? I've always been attracted to the sea, to crustacians and sea nympths, to any of the sea creatures that call landlubbers to something more. Living in the land of the land-locked it’s natural to find the sea exotic, but still there is something in the calling of the seals and of coastal Ireland in her far cliffs... somehow, somewhere down the ancestral line the sea got imbedded though no scientist has found evidence such. Somewhere, somehow the scent of salt-water and the welter of waves issued into me. I was surrounded by fishermen as a youth and I was oblivious, like the Baptized who is surrounded by God but is unawares.

  posted by TS @ 13:36  
 

 
Ol' Country Songs

They don't make 'em like this one anymore. Ronnie Dunn once said of Merle Haggard: "The emotion he put into his music was probably bad for him, but good for all of us out there listening." Country singers take care of themselves now, arguably at the cost to the listener, but how could you possibly want it otherwise?

Modern country songs tend to be too calculated. Sometimes there's even an element of ironic detachment that all of us nursed on Letterman are thoroughly familiar with. Can you imagine George Jones with the liner note that Brad Paisley includes on his latest CD?: 
This record takes over an hour to listen to front to back. Do you know how many other things you could've done in that time? Hope you think it's worth the waste. 
Heck no, George didn't care, didn't know how long his record went, because productivity wasn't the focus of Jones's life since much of it was spent in an alcoholic haze. (I'm certainly not dissing the great George Jones by the way. There was simply less emphasis in the '50s, for good or for ill, in getting the most out of every minute.) 

In tribute, here's a song of George Jones that some may fondly recall:
White Lightning

Well, down in Carolina, way back in the hills
Me and my Pappy had a hand in a still
We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down
Then fill him a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin, Pappy's corn squeezin'
White lightnin'

Chorus:
Well, the G-men, T-men, the Revenuers, too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryin' to book him
But Pappy kept a-cookin'
Ooooh, white lightnin'

Well, I asked my Pappy Daddy why he called his brew
White lightnin' 'stead of mountain dew
I took a little sip and right away I knew
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightnin' started flashin', thunder started crashin'
My goodness, white lightnin'

Chorus

Well, a city slicker came and said, 'I'm tough enough,
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff'
He took one s-s-sip and drank it all down
And I heard him a-moanin' as he hit the ground.
Mighty, mighty pleasin, Pappy's corn squeezin'
White lightnin'


  posted by TS @ 21:35  
September 23, 2005 

 
My Kind o' Humor

The highest praise I can give is applicable: I wish I'd have written it. At least the answer to the first question below, which I think is comedic genius. FAQ from The Daily Eudemon, whose blog has received high praise from Mike Aquilina, author of The Fathers of the Church and EWTN talk show host: 
You refer to drinking a lot. How much do you drink?
I wish I had a beer for every beer I’ve drank. 

Sounds like a lot. Is that a good example for your children?
Yes. I rarely, if ever, drink to the point of losing my ability to reason, which, one priest assures me, is where drinking crosses the threshold of sin. It’s tough, of course. In the shadow lands leading to sin one walks in the slippery frontier of fun, but that’s no reason to abstain. 

Do you drink while you write?
No, but I write while I drink.

Does it affect your writing?
Yes. That’s why I think the blog is worth reading. 

  posted by TS @ 17:04  
 

 
Liberal Biblical Exegetes

I had a couple of ponderous posts that I was thinking of writing but I laid down until they went away.

One of them was to ask why progressives are more likely to emphasize biblical criticism, in the form of "we don't know if Jesus was really born in Bethlehem" or "we think the early gospel writers gilded the lily on this ----". 

Obviously conservatives don't ignore the historical-critical method, nor does the institutional Church. I'm reading "A History of Apologetics" by Cardinal Avery Dulles, no liberal he, and he presents the questions about biblical accounts without making an assertion of their merit. But he doesn't emphasize it, and I'd suggest that writing a semi-scholarly book is different from giving a Sunday sermon.

One could say progressives simply want to get at the truth. Surely curiosity is a powerful force. And it's probably good to be inoculated to biblical criticism so that when you encounter it in the marketplace, in the form of say, a Time or Newsweek, you won't be shocked and appalled or have your faith unduly tried. But some seem to take delight in it, and it's usually on the liberal side of the ledger. My cynical side wants to ask, "what's in it for them?". 

For example, I wonder sometimes why a liberal columnist in our diocesan paper, as well as the priest at my parent's parish, so relish planting doubts about the accuracy of the biblical accounts. What is in it for them? Well, if the bible is not consistently accurate then that makes their variant of Cafeteria Catholicism arguably more attractive. If we cannot trust the gospel writers, then we can pick and choose what rings true for us in the gospels. Or at the very least this sort of criticism seems to discredit those who wrote these accounts, and by discrediting the early Church, they discredit the current Church. I've felt this myself for when I was young I had zero interest in the early church, zero interest in the Book of Acts, or what the apostles did after Jesus ascended. The credible part was what Jesus said and did (and at that time I trusted the gospel writers implicitly, not recognizing that I was viewing Jesus through their mediation).

This isn't something new. Hagiographies of saints were challenged early and often by Protestant reformers who were offended by such tall tale-telling. And there was perhaps some thinking that it's okay to advertise a falsehood in service of a truth. Decades ago, in order to protect the faith of their flock, some priests insisted that Moses wrote all of the Pentateuch: So often it's the simple childlike faith of the flock versus the need for scholars to know what really happened. 

I've heard it said that the difference between the moderns and our distant ancestors is that they were interested in the question, "is it true?" and we ask "did it really happen that way"? There ought be little difference between the two since the Jesus of history and the Jesus of Faith is the same. If one accepts one miracle, one must accept them all, because it's no less awesome to say He healed someone blind since birth than that He was born of a virgin, or that he was Resurrected.

  posted by TS @ 14:01  
 

 
Talk Like a Pirate Day 

...was earlier this week, but I'll give it a go:


"Man, did you get any ABs last week?" [spits some 'chaw]

"Nah, should've hit for Wilson Tuesday. Skip dropped the ball."

"Cincy playing well."

"Yeah nice second half but they still can't pitch worth worn spit." [spits for emphasis]
Oh, you didn't mean Pittsburgh Pirate?

  posted by TS @ 13:14  
 

 
St. Padre Pio

Tomorrow is the feast of St. Pio of Pietrelcina.               

I like many things about this saint. I like his inclusivity, his saying that he would "leave no one behind". A true soldier for Christ, bearing the very wounds of Christ, he said he'd leave none of the spiritually wounded on the battlefield nor leave them for dead. Which has a kind of personal relevance. I am attracted by his special concern for the sick (he built a hospital). I like that he somehow managed to combine amazing gruffness with amazing gentleness, when so often we see around us either marshmellowness or harshness. 

He also had a good sense of humor: "Padre Pio was no grim martyr personality. He found comfort and strength in prayer, especially in the Eucharist. He never lost his sense of humor and fondness for puns and ironic observations."

Hear the voice of the saint himself in these excerpts from Quiet Moments with Padre Pio:


Anxiety is one of the greatest traitors that real virtue and solid devotion can ever have. It would be well to remember that graces and the consolations of prayer are not waters of this earth but of Heaven. Therefore all our efforts are not sufficient to make them fall, even though it be necessary to prepare oneself with great diligence. Instead one must always, humbly and tranquilly, keep one's heart turned to Heaven and wait from there the heavenly dew.

Why distress yourself because you cannot meditate? Meditation is a means to rise to God, but not an end. The final purpose of meditation is the love of God and one's neighbor.

I understand that temptations seem to stain rather than purify the soul, but this is not really the case. Let us hear what the saints have to say about it. For you it suffices to know what the great St. Francis de Sales says - namely that temptations are like the soap which when spread on the laundry seems to soil, but in reality cleanses it.

There are so many things that I would like to tell you, Father, but I am unable to do so. I realize that I am a mystery to myself.

(1915 letter to Padre Agnostino): "Hence it is that more often than not, unwittingly, I am led to make acts of impatience and utter words of complaint to the most tender Lord to the point of calling him - do not be scandalized, please, Father - of calling him cruel, a tormentor of the souls who desire to love him....Oh God, King of my heart, only Source of all my happiness, how much longer must I wait before I can openly enjoy your ineffable beauty?" 

Do not sit down to a meal without having prayed first and asked for the divine assistance, so that the food you are about to eat for sustenance of the body may not be harmful to your soul. Picture to yourself the divine Master in your midst with his holy apostles just as he was during the Last Supper..Never rise from table, moreover, without having given thanks to the Lord. If we act in this way we need have no fear of the wretched sin of gluttony. 

The Spirit of God is a spirit of peace. Even in the most serious faults he makes us feel a sorrow that is tranquil, humble, and confident and this is precisely because of his mercy. The spirit of the devil, instead, excites, exasperates, and makes us feel, in that very sorrow, anger against ourselves, whereas we should on the contrary be charitable with ourselves first and foremost.

St. Pio, pray for us!

UPDATE: More bloggy goodness from Julie D., Jean and Hector. They have excellent taste in saints.

  posted by TS @ 16:52  
September 22, 2005 

 
Different Styles, Universal Church

Ever wondered what it'd be like if St. Blog's most POD, mantilla-garbed traditionalist (small 't') Catholic went to a charismatic service? Yeah, me too. You can read about it here. (Be sure to begin where she says "feel free to stop reading at this point" - that's when it really gets good.)

Her internal struggle over it makes for interesting reading. I obviously lean towards her spirituality, which I sometimes ascribe to my naturally wanting to be "in control" (which is why I think I hold my liquor pretty well; I don't like feeling out of control). And it would seem that tongues is out of control, which is okay if you're sure it's the Holy Spirit and not the demonic doing the controlling. Sometimes I think traditionalist Catholics like myself need a good dose of the charismatic side and conversely charismatic Catholic need a dose of traditionalism, but on the other hand that might be a case of eschewing the natural gifts (or limitations) God has given (or denied) us. Still, everyone knows the numero uno problem with us Catlicks today is the lack of joy, and joy is a gift of the Holy Spirit that seems especially present at Charismatic services.

I went to St. Thomas and read what he said, since he's very rational and very pro-self-control. Definitely not a big fan of any sort of nonsense. He's the kind of saint who puts reason so high up the chain of command that I suspected he'd not be thrilled with tongues, though that's partially a misunderstanding on my part. The authentic gift is translatable, and thus appeals to the rational mind. And all St. Thomas says is what St. Paul says, that it is a lesser gift, which is not to disparage it. The Catholic Encyclopedia speaks of abuse of tongues in St. Paul's day:
The charism had deteriorated into a mixture of meaningless inarticulate gabble (9, 10) with an element of uncertain sounds (7, 8), which sometimes might be construed as little short of blasphemous (12:3). The Divine praises were recognized now and then, but the general effect was one of confusion and disedification for the very unbelievers for whom the normal gift was intended (14:22, 23, 26). The Corinthians, misled not by insincerity but by simplicity and ignorance (20), were actuated by an undisciplined religious spirit (pneuma), or rather by frenzied emotions and not by the understanding (nous) of the Spirit of God (15).
St. Thomas writes:
By the gift of prophecy man is directed to God in his mind, which is more excellent than being directed to Him in his tongue. "He that speaketh in a tongue "is said to speak "not unto men," i.e. to men's understanding or profit, but unto God's understanding and praise. On the other hand, by prophecy a man is directed both to God and to man; wherefore it is the more perfect gift.
The catechism says:
There are furthermore special graces, also called charisms after the Greek term used by St. Paul and meaning "favor," "gratuitous gift," "benefit." Whatever their character - sometimes it is extraordinary, such as the gift of miracles or of tongues - charisms are oriented toward sanctifying grace and are intended for the common good of the Church. They are at the service of charity which builds up the Church.
UPDATE:It's unfair of me to pontificate on something I've never gone to (i.e. a charismatic service). Roz would be the authority here, being a charismatic and belonging to a charismatic parish. Also, Steven Riddle discusses his charismatic experiences and how he felt in tune in his apartness.

Via Roz:
I've seen beautiful, reverent worship in the expressive mode(because tongues is only a part of charismatic worship) in St. Peter's Basilica at a Mass that a number of Cardinals were concelebrating. Hmmm. Felt pretty POD to me. 

My default position is that things that God is comfortable with might well be uncomfortable to me. So, what else is new? I wouldn't go to Confession, either, if He hadn't told me to.

  posted by TS @ 21:04  
September 21, 2005 

 
The Uses of the Internet...

...never fail to surprise. Here is the "Rapture index":
You could say the Rapture index is a Dow Jones Industrial Average of end time activity, but I think it would be better if you viewed it as prophetic speedometer. The higher the number, the faster we're moving towards the occurrence of pre-tribulation rapture. 
Apparently some think they will "know the hour". (Ht: Scipio) And even more wild?

  posted by TS @ 15:29  
 

 
Ein Prosit

Der Old Oligarch reminds us das es ist the time for Oktoberfest! I recall introducing Ham o' Bone to German music but it never attracted him the way the Irish music eventually did. The one Deutsche drinking song he liked was "Nach Haus", which repeats the words "nach" and "haus" a lot. That's all I recall. 


Happy group of beer drinkers


Bavarian state governor, Edmund Stoiber, signals to the crowd in a gesture he'd surely like to have back
timeless photo of an elder drinking beer   
timeless photo of ein Mädchen drinking beer 


  posted by TS @ 15:12  
 

 
Downfall Review

I rarely see movies but not long after March of the Penguins I saw Downfall, the story of the last weeks of Hitler and his regime.

And I was disappointed, mostly because I expected too much though given the subject matter I'm not sure what I expected. Brian St. Paul, editor of Crisis, recommended it as one of the top two movies of '05 and I'd wanted to see it anyway, so that was enough.

And it was alright. Instead of seeing Hitler, I kept seeing Richard Nixon: the same stooped posture and sweaty brow, the same sudden ranting followed by calm and the same delusions of escaping his fate. 

The story is told from the point of view of Hitler's secretary, an ingenue who really looks the part. She is the platonic ideal of innocence, with perfectly winsome eyes. She struggled her whole life to forgive her younger self for not knowing what she thinks she could've known, namely the evil of Hitler and his regime. How culpable we are for things that we don't know but ought to know is an interesting question the film raised. 

Part of the problem is we knew how things were going to turn out even if I, at least, didn't remember that Goring's wife calmly killed each of her six children. That was painful to watch beyond ken; I didn't need to see that. I've seen too much televised evil lately what with National Geographic's special on 9/11 and the destruction caused by Katrina. Time to rent a musical.

  posted by TS @ 09:31  
 

 
Hedging Your Bet

This blog, unlike your local gas station, tries to be full-service.

And it doesn't take a braniac to realize that when China and India begin to acquire a taste for automobiles the demand for oil and gas will only increase. So do what I did - invest in an oil stock! With as little as $500 to open an account and for $7 a trade, you can buy some of Exxon Mobile and somewhat hedge against the price of gas. I've been able to make more in capital gains on my oil stock than I've paid in increased gas prices. Plus some 401k plans allow for buying mutual funds that concentrate on a particular industry, such as energy.

While investing isn't within every family's means, and while the timing, after the huge run-up, might not be great, it is something to think about. If you can't beat Big Oil, join 'em! Besides, oil companies have a smaller profit margin (7%) than a consumer product giant like Proctor and Gamble. Can we really expect oil companies to take the risk of exploration without fulling reaping the reward?

  posted by TS @ 09:22  
 

 
Metabloggic Hangover

I have the obligatory hangover after my map-making expedition, which seems in retrospect to smack of clique-ishness -- which I abhor unless, of course, I'm included in said clique. Yet a full cartography of gigantic St. Blogland would be impossible because no one can read all the blogs. One immediately painful omission is Don; the map has been duly updated.

  posted by TS @ 09:11  
 

 
One of the many things...

...that impresses me about Jesus and Mary is how they had patience with the "old way of doing things" even as the new was becoming present. For example, the Presentation of Jesus in the Temple seems almost redundant, a presenting of God to God. Whatever Mary's state of awareness concerning her son, she honored what had gone before and didn't eschew the natural (the Presentation) after her experience of the supernatural (the Annunciation).

Similarly, Jesus was baptized by John with mere water. That the Holy Spirit visited was not of John's doing, and Jesus was content before the manifestation of the Spirit, going through the motions, for our sake, of a baptism of water alone that He didn't need. The utter lack of rivalry is also inspiring. His cousin's fame was greater, and though Jesus knew Himself to be much greater He still asked for the baptism of his cousin.

  posted by TS @ 15:50  
September 20, 2005 

 
I was so inspired...

...by that blog map that Jeff Miller posted that I wanted to do something similar. The problem is that I have no map drawing skills or software. But I didn't let that get in the way. Hope you enjoy it because otherwise I'm going to have a hard time giving God an account for this time waster. I think I got everybody who blogrolls me on there, which is a way of thanking y'all for that privilege. I considered Mark, Amy, Jeff Miller and Tom Kreitzberg to be popular enough bloggers to have had continents named for them, although Relapsed Catholic and others were obviously similarly deserving. Please tack on Heterodox-Sea, Orthodox-Sea, Veritas Bay, and Straits of Beauty where applicable.


  Click here for enlargement

~~~
UPDATE: (or "now it can be told") -- Turns out the creator of this map is Oengus Moonbones of Lunar Skeletons. Check out his posts on charismatic Christianity (to the extent that's not redundant).

  posted by TS @ 15:39  
 

 
      

I find it very tedious myself. I shudder to think about the arguments culture warriors would get into over a documentary about black widow spiders. 

-Patrick Rothwell, on the film "March of the Penguins" being used in the culture war to defend either homosexuality or the goodness of familial devotion

All I remember for certain is that Mom very suddenly decided that she wanted to follow Jesus. She had followed so many different spiritual leaders and New Age paths over the years since the divorce that one could be forgiven for thinking Jesus was just the next in line. I think that everyone else in the family thought that—at least, everyone she told about it; she kept it at first from relatives who might get angry. (In Jewish families, saying one has found Jesus is often looked upon as the equivalent of saying, "Hitler didn't need to finish the job—I've finished it for him.") I never doubted the sincerity of Mom's conversion, because I knew that Christianity was qualitatively different from any of the other paths she had followed. It allowed for only one truth—not many. I also knew from being acquainted with the Gospels that there was a there there, a complete design for living that could fulfill a person—if one had faith. Whether Mom could be fulfilled by Christianity any more than she had been by other forms of spirituality was an open question. But if this didn't do it, I doubted she would return to her old, peripatetic existence. Besides, she was running out of options—there was no way Islam would suit her personality, and she'd already been less than wowed by the Book of Mormon and the Bhagavad-Gita. 

-Dawn Eden

If everybody sold all he had and gave the money to the poor, then no one would be left to be a good steward, and creation would fail to express the good stewardship aspect of God. 

-Tom of Disputations

There is a tendency on the part of some to deride orthodoxy--to see it as the strict domain of the ultra-Catholic. Not many, but some. I thought I'd spell out why Orthodoxy is so important to me and why I do try to toe the line, if not always successfully. I became a Catholic principally because I wanted a guide to what was beautiful and true. In my other faith life, I was told to read the Bible and it would tell me all I needed to know. There was really no reason for someone else to help you understand the Bible because it really was a "priesthood of the believer." In a sense, everyone was to fashion his or her own reality, and hence, in my estimation, his or her own perfectly suited God. This is an unfair representation of the reality and comlexity of Baptist thought, but it is what I finally made of it. Orthodoxy is valuable to me because I want to believe what is true rather than what is comfortable. My strongest desire is to grab onto the truth and hold on for all I'm worth, because the Truth, ultimately is Jesus, who told us, "I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life." If so, then to believe the Truth is the believe Jesus and to do anything else is to miss the mark. 

-Steven Riddle

Should my end come while I am in flight,
Whether brightest day or darkest night;
Spare me your pity and shrug off the pain,
Secure in the knowledge that I'd do it again;
For each of us is created to die,
And within me I know,
I was born to fly.

— Gary Claud Stokor, via "Ever So Humble", ode to pilots published on 9/11 anniversary

The Senate Judiciary Committee represents only about one-fifth of the U.S. Senate, but it's pretty depressing to consider what the committee membership says about the quality of the Senate as a whole. I can barely think of a single senator on that panel who hasn't behaved like a horse's patoot this week...Oh! for a Senate of Pat Moynihan, Phil Hart, Scoop Jackson, Everett Dirksen, Howard Baker, Mike Mansfield, Barry Goldwater, Richard Russell, Paul Douglas, Hubert Humphrey....when giants walked the Earth, then shared a good whiskey at the end of the day, win or lose. Alas, I show my age. 

-commeter on Amy Welborn's blog

I think it's crucial to avoid responding to anger with equal and opposite anger. There are a lot of vices that, when seen in action, tempt you to join in, but anger is one of the vices that tempt you by suggesting indulging in them will virtuously counter another person's sin....What I have to remind myself of time and again, since ill temper is one of the vices that triggers a choleric reaction in me, is that it is not the unforgivable sin, nor a mark of utter depravity. Why a person has this vice and not another isn't generally for me to worry about. Everyone is fighting a great battle, as the saying goes, and clucking over how poorly someone else is doing on one front helps no one. 

-Tom of Disputations

Dorothy Day was orthodox, meaning she took her commitment to Church doctrine on morality, ecclesiology and Christology as seriously as her commitment to the poor. Now, you and I may quibble with the particulars of various anti-poverty government programs she supported. And as Catholics faced with a teaching that permits broad discretion, we are free to suggest other, potentially more effective alternatives so long as we too are committed to assisting the poor in their plight. As Archbishop Charles Chaput said, 'if you don't help the poor, you go to hell'.

- Rich Leonardi 

Encourage and praise priests and deacons who have the guts to say "no" to sacramental weddings to people who shouldn't be getting married. Stop the largely unquestioned practice of marrying couples who are cohabitating unless they agree to separate and be chaste for six months. (I am just throwing this off the top of my head). What pre-marital sexual activity and cohabitation does is, in too many case, trick a person (especially younger people) into thinking that they are intimate when in actuality they are just sleeping together. That type of pretening to be married before you're married also traps more people than we can count - people who have doubts, but have built up lives together, as well as expectations. I call it the Matrimonial Express. It's damn hard to stop, and contributes nothing to helping men and women make halfway objective decisions. (Halfway, because you know, if we were all objective...who would get married? Okay, I would have, but still. It's a balance, and I don't think contemporary culture helps. The Church should shake that dust from its feet and be bold.) 

- Amy Welborn

Last night I was to get back to some serious BLOGGING!!! Serious blogging? Sure, right after I drink my alcohol-free vodka, have my solemn somber meditations on the Three Stooges and... Anyway, something happened. I did not blog, serious or otherwise. I painted. And painted. And painted. I should be asleep right now, but I am still on post painting mind-weird. I have been working on a theme, a glance of North Beach, in my usual custom: realist drawings, various abstractions in pencil and pen, color pencil work. 

- Renaissance man Erik, of Erik's Rant and Recipes

  posted by TS @ 09:28  
 

 
From an Unknown Blogger

This is hilarious. Found on Jeff Miller. (WSFTRB stands for 'we're still fighting the Reformation battles').

  posted by TS @ 09:18  
 

 
Mr. Chairman, I'd Like to Revise & Extend My Remarks

I updated the capitalism post with additional considerations and with the thoughtful points of a reader.

  posted by TS @ 09:14  
 

 
Thomas Monaghan Interview

...here. HT: Ham o' Bone.
Q: Are successful business leaders who aren't religious less honest, moral or effective?

A: Businessmen get a bum rap. Surveys show that the most religious profession is the military. Businessmen are No. 2. You're not going to like this, but people in the media were at the bottom of the list.

Q: Jesus said that it's easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God. Have you thought that through?

A: The nuns told us that money was the root of all evil. But it's the love of money that's the root of all evil. Money is neutral. It prints Bibles and pays for priests, hospitals, orphanages and soup kitchens. I found a way of justifying luxuries as good for business. The car collection made sense because Domino's was in the delivery business. Airplanes because my time was money.

Q: So, you live like Mother Teresa now?

A: I'm not living like a pauper, but I don't engage in ostentatious things. I read the book Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis about 15 years ago, and that was a big turnaround. I decided to simplify my life. No more airplanes, no more yachts. It's been a big relief.

  posted by TS @ 09:00  
 

 
State of the Blog -- September 2005

Well, the engagement surveys went out and the results are so-so. Hits up slightly, profits steady as she goes, and self-indulgent posts on the decline.

Yet this blog aspires to be far more customer-focused than in the past. I want to begin to respond to readers' needs, instead of always addressing my own. I've gotten good feedback from both Julie and Jeff concerning this post, and so blame them, er, I mean to say, I promise more frivolous posts. After all, every newspaper has a comic section!


A New Quiz Is Going Around:


Your Element is Guinness
 

 




Your power colors: black and tan 

Your energy: pint-sized

Your season: Oktoberfest 

Like a Guinness, you are always wanted and full-bodied. 

You have good taste, especially in quizzes. 
 


What Element Are You?


Thanks to Steven of Flos Carmeli for the link.



  posted by TS @ 12:33  
September 19, 2005 

 
Ross Douthat

...writes very readable prose. Some excerpts from "Privilege":


What made our age [at Harvard] different was the moment that happened over and over again at Harvard, when you said, This is going to be hard and then suddenly realized, No, this is easy. Maybe it came when you boiled a three-page syllabus to a hundred pages of essential exam-time reading, or when you saw that you could turn in that paper whenever and your frazzled [prof] wasn't going to dock you, or when you handed in C-grade work and were rewarded with a gleaming B+. But whenever it came, it taught us that it wasn't our sloth alone that made Harvard easy...No, Harvard was easy because almost no one seemed to be pushing back.
~

...as Delbanco says of English, the humanities exhibit "the contradictory attributes of a religion in its late phase--a certain desperation to attract converts, combined with an evident lack of convinced belief in its own scriptures and traditions."...Or as one History and Literature tutor said, "well, you know, if you want to be a consultant or an investment banker, a degree in History and Literature won't stand in your way."
~

As my roommate said, you are a virgin by choice: the choice of the women of America.
~

In today's meritocracy, the family fortune must be reconstituted in every generation. Even if you could live off your parents' wealth, the ethos of the meritocracy holds that you shouldn't, because your worth as a person is determined not by clan or class but by what you do, and whether you succeed at it. What you do, in turn, hinges on what you put down on your resume, and often on the GPA that adorns it.

  posted by TS @ 09:38  
 

 
How to Live With Sucky Knowledge*

Karen Hall's passionate post titled, "What do you write about while you're waiting to be blown up?" resonated strongly with me. Not because I fear an act of terrorism (though that would presumably change if I lived in Basra or Jerusalem), but because I fear getting "blown up" spiritually. And so, how to live with that knowledge? That is the dilemma. 

Knowing I'm not alone helps. St. Alphonsus writes, "Develop a great longing to leave this land of exile, this place full of sin and fraught with danger of losing His divine grace: a great longing to come to that land of love where you will love Him with all your strength. Often say to Him: 'As long as I live on this earth, I always run the risk of wandering away from You and of losing Your love. When shall I begin to love You with all my soul and be united to You without fear of losing You any more?' Such was the continual desire of St. Teresa of Avila, to whom the sound of the clock gave fresh joy at the thought that another hour had been struck off her life and the danger of losing God."

* - answer at bottom.

pray

  posted by TS @ 09:08  
 

 
At Mass Today...

...the pastor emeritus gave a sermon on the homily about the parable of the workers at the vineyard who arrived late and still received the same reward. And while listening to the gospel I reflected on it in conventional terms: i.e. that God wants us not to be jealous of those who come to the Kingdom on their deathbed or that He is speaking of we Gentiles who arrived late to the party and yet receive the same reward as the Israelites who had been working in the vineyard for scores of generations before. 

But Fr. Borelli presented in a different way. He said that we love justice so much that we might want to hold back God's generosity and mercy, asking him to give us less out of our human desire for justice. He told a story about a man who died and was shown to the "slums of Heaven" because it was all he asked or expected of God. He didn't expect God to give him far beyond what he deserved. He didn't believe God to be tremendously generous.

  posted by TS @ 13:30  
September 18, 2005 

 
Others' Wants to Feel

Back when I was on vacation I was reading some of the offerings at the Adams gift shop in Quincy and came across this book by John Quincy Adams, a long poem which contains this haunting verse:
I want a kind and tender heart,
for others' wants to feel;
A soul secure from Fortune's dart
And bosom arm'd with steel...

  posted by TS @ 13:23  
 

 
European Triumphalism

It's kind of nauseating the way much of the European press is using the tragedy in New Orleans for triumphalistic harrumphing. Whatever self-restraint the media, both U.S. and abroad, used to possess now seems as quaint as the codes of chivalry practiced by medieval knights. Sad. A third of Germans under the age of 30 think America ordered 9/11 attacks. Is that not scary?

From a recent Investor's Business Daily editorial:
Many among Europe's media and intellectual classes have used a horrible disaster to score cheap debating points against U.S. culture and its way of life. This strikes us not only as false and misguided, but seriously lacking in insight. After all, wasn't it just two summers ago that Europe let an estimated 40,000 people die during a heat wave - nearly 15,000 in France alone - in part because so many people couldn't be bothered to return from their August vacations on the Riviera to help [elderly people] leave their sweltering apartments? 

  posted by TS @ 12:51  
 

 
FYI...

Updated (with listener comments) my post on the bible study my wife & I attended...

  posted by TS @ 23:07  
September 16, 2005 

 
Following the Curt Jester's Lead...

Jeff Miller posted pictures on his blog which I thought was pretty cool. He looks like a friendly guy. 

I thought I'd do the same, give a little background info. 


Out on the town in Cincinnati last weekend; I need a shave but otherwise clean up pretty well. 


I work with quality people who can handle their liquor. (Is that redundant?)


In my U.S. Navy uniform. "The password is 'pensive'".

Okay, okay, here's my real picture:


I'm on the horse

Just for grins! This frivolous post won't last long.

  posted by TS @ 20:06  
 

 
Short Takes

In a day where politicians sweat over their legacy, it's to Mother Angelica's credit that she seems little concerned about the future of EWTN. Raymond Arroyo said that she understands how God can use something for temporary purposes and it's of no mind how long He uses it! Sweet.
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Oh the joy of the Sacrament of Confession! Sin doesn't occur at regularly scheduled intervals so neither need Confession. I've found it spiritually helpful to go more frequently, when necessary, than monthly.
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What does it say that a favorite song on the radio "sounds better" than the same favorite song on the iPod?
~
Some funny cartoons here. (HT: Scipio)

  posted by TS @ 16:41  
 

 
Wouldn't That Be Ironic? 


"When asked about the left-wing biases of his Harvard colleagues, the libertarian philosopher Robert Nozick once hypothesized that most professors are socialists because they consider themselves far smarter than boobish businessmen, and therefore resent the economic system that rewards practical intelligence over the own (ostensibly superior) gifts." - Ross Douthat 
In Ross Douthat's Privilege, he wonders if this resentment might be combined with a lack of confidence in the "inherent value of a liberal arts education...Many professors came to believe, however subconsciously, in the cultural voices that whispered to them that what goes on in the classroom is far less important than what happens later, out in the 'real world.'" He continues:
Then there is economics, the new queen of the sciences: a discipline perfectly tailored for the modern-market-driven university, and not coincidentally the most popular concentration during my four years of college. It's no coincidence, too, that economics was the only department at Harvard where the faculty tilted rightward - on issues of regulation and taxation, at least. To tilt right is, in some sense, to assert a belief in absolute truth, and the only absolute truth the upper class accepts these days is the truth of the market.

In this sense, the antinomian left-wing professors who crowd the humanities, are unwitting servants of the very market their socialist dogmas claim to disdain. Their decades-long wade in the marshes of postmodernist academic theory - where canons are scorned, books exist only as texts to be deconstructed by eager theorists, willfully obscurantist writing is championed over accessible prose, and every mention of "truth" is to be placed in sneering quotation marks - amounts to a tacit acceptance of capitalism's ruthless insistence that only science is important, only science really pursues truth, because only science only has tangible, quantifiable, potentially profitable results.

  posted by TS @ 14:01  
 

 
This Sunday...

...marks the second anniversary of the first STG. I'm getting vaklempt. (By the way, Elena has a version of quote/link saving here.) In honor of this anniversary, here are some quotes from those outside St. Blog's:

It is better to pray than to read: by reading we know what we ought to do; by prayer we receive what we ask. – St. Augustine

I strongly suspect that if we saw all the difference even the tiniest of our prayers make, and all the people those little prayers were destined to affect, and all the consequences of those prayers down through the centuries, we would be so paralyzed with awe at the power of prayer that we would be unable to get up off our knees for the rest of our lives. --Peter Kreeft, Professor of Philosophy, Boston College

A divine mystery, or sacrament, is a reality which you cannot see it. It is the opposite of magic, which an unreality that appears real. With magic, you see something that isn't there, with sacrament you don't see something that is. – Fr. Groeschel, on the difference between mystery and magic.

Man can be defined as an animal that makes dogmas. As he piles doctrine on doctrine and conclusion on conclusion in the formation of some tremendous scheme of philosophy and religion, he is, in the only legitimate sense of which the expression is capable, becoming more and more human. When he drops one doctrine after another in a refined skepticism…then he is by that very process sinking slowly backwards into the vagueness of the vagrant animals and the unconsciousness of the grass. Trees have no dogmas. Turnips are singularly broad. --G. K. Chesterton 

There is a modern ideology that fundamentally traces all institutions back to power politics. And this ideology corrupts humanity and also destroys the Church. Here is a concrete example: If I see the Church only under the aspect of power, then it follows that everyone who doesn't hold an office is oppressed. And then the question of, for example, women's ordination, as an issue of power, becomes imperative. I think this ideology produces a totally false point of view, as if power were the only category for explaining the world and the communion present in it. If belonging to the Church has any meaning at all, then the meaning can only be that it gives us eternal life. We are not in the Church in order to exercise power as if in some kind of association. –Cardinal Ratzinger, now Pope Benedict

If you pray, you will have faith. And if you have faith, you will love. And if you have love, you will serve. And if you serve, you will have peace. – Blessed Mother Teresa

Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses. – C.S. Lewis

Some first discover Christ's Body, the Church, and are convinced by her history or theology or structure that she is indeed Christ's Body, but these people need to go on and discover the Head of the Body they have encountered, the source of her life, history, structures, theology, all of which are servants of his, Christ himself. There are others who discover the Person of Christ and are won by his glory, his truth, his power, his radiance. These people need to go on to discover Christ's Body, the Church, and learn to love her and abide in her as Christ loves and abides in her. Christ has identified himself with his Body in a remarkable way: "And he fell to the ground and heard a voice saying to him, 'Saul, Saul why do you persecute me?' ….'I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting.' - Ralph Martin, author of “The Church at the End of an Age:What is the Spirit Saying” 

  posted by TS @ 12:37