August 21, 2009

Lord, Give Me This Attitude!

Blessed, O Lord, be Thy name for ever, who hast been pleased that this trial and tribulation should come upon me.

St. Therese

August 20, 2009

Nugget of Wisdom from St. Therese of Liseux

Grant that I may rest in Thee above all things desired, and that my heart may be at peace in Thee.

St. Therese

August 16, 2009

Foolishness vs. Wisdom

I found the Mass readings today intriguing.  We are all familiar with the verses that talk about how God chooses the foolish things of the world to shame the wise, etc.  But today’s readings highlighted the idea that although God reaches out to the fool, he expects the fool to then become wise – it’s just that the wisdom God asks us fools to learn is not the wisdom of the world, it is a wisdom that seems foolish, but is not.

1st reading:  Proverbs 9:1-6  “Wisdom has built her house, she has set up her seven columns; she has dressed her meat, mixed her wine, yes, she has spread her table.  She has sent out her maidens; she calls from the heights out over the city:  ‘Let whoever is simple turn in here’; to the one who lacks understanding, she says, ‘Come, eat of my food, and drink of the wine I have mixed!  Forsake foolishness that you may live; advance in the way of understanding.”

recap – Wisdom has prepared a table of flesh and wine to eat.  She calls to the foolish to come to the table and eat of this flesh and drink of this wine so that they may have life.  Doesn’t that sound foolish?  To forsake foolishness, to gain wisdom, to gain life – you eat flesh and drink wine.  Interesting “metaphor.”

2nd reading:  Ephesians 5:15-20  “Brothers and sisters:  watch carefully how you live, not as foolish persons but as wise, making the most of the opportunity, because the days are evil.  Therefore, do not continue in ignorance, but try to understand what is the will of the Lord.  And do not get drunk on wine, in which lies debauchery, but be filled with the Spirit, addressing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and playing to the Lord in your hearts, giving thanks always and for everything in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ to God the Father.”

recap – do not be foolish, be wise.  How?  be filled with the Spirit.  But the context involves wine, singing, giving thanks – what is that?  This is just my opinion and not based on any study, so take it for what it’s worth, but it sounds to me like they are talking about the Mass (and yes, of course they didn’t call it that then, but the form remains the same today as it was back then).  What happens in the Mass – singing, playing, giving thanks (Eucharist means thanksgiving and is usually translated that way in ancient church related documents, like the ECF’s).  Paul warns them not to get drunk on the wine, but to be filled with the Spirit!!!  Sounds to me like people were partaking just a wee too much of the precious blood when they drank from the cup.  They weren’t recognizing the body and blood of the Lord like Paul had warned the Corinthians (who were also imbibing a bit too much from the cup!).  Drinking the wine would fill them with the Spirit, with God himself in his son, Jesus Christ, but instead they were overindulging in their own senses.

Gospel reading:  John 6: 51-58  “Jesus said to the crowd: ‘I am the living bread that came down from heaven; whoever eats this bread will live forever; and the bread that I will give is my flesh for the life of the world.’  The Jews quarreled among themselves, saying, ‘How can this man give us his flesh to eat?’  Jesus said to them, ‘Amen, Amen, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you do not have life within you.  Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day.  For my flesh is true food and my blood is true drink.  Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me and I in him.  Just as the living Father sent me and I have life because of the Father, so also the one who feeds on me will have life because of me.  This is the bread that came down from  heaven.  Unlike your ancestors who ate and still died, whoever eats this bread will live forever.”

recap:  we again have gaining life and wisdom paralleled with eating flesh and drinking wine/blood, just like in Proverbs.  The Jews found Jesus’ words to be foolish.  They were nonsensical – how could he give his body as food?  I think it’s pretty significant that Jesus didn’t respond, my body is “like” food, my blood is “like” wine.  Instead he emphasized the literal nature of his words – my flesh is true food, my blood is true drink.  He didn’t explain away the foolish sound to his words, he increased the “foolishness.”  But this “foolishness” is actually wisdom.  Just like Wisdom, in Proverbs, who set a table with meat and wine and encouraged the foolish to eat and obtain wisdom and life, so also Jesus encourages us to come to the table and eat his flesh and drink his blood – to gain wisdom and life.  True wisdom, and true life.  Not like the Isrealites in the desert who ate and still died.  They were only given earthly life, the true bread from heaven gives eternal life.

God does not simply call the foolish, he calls the foolish to give up their foolish ways and become wise.  The paradox is that what he asks us to believe in order to gain true wisdom sounds like foolishness to those the world deems wise.

Does God ever ask anything easy?

August 16, 2009

Nugget of Wisdom From St. Therese of Liseux

Thou art the true peace of the heart, Thou art its only rest; outside of Thee all things are hard and uneasy.

St. Therese

August 3, 2009

Tolkien and Hitler

The more I read about Tolkien the more I like him, and I was enamored before I picked up Pearce’s book.  Here’s the letter that Tolkien sent to German publishers, who asked if he was of Aryan descent:

I regret that I am not clear as to what you intend by arisch.  I am not of Aryan extraction:  that is Indo-iranian; as far as I am aware none of my ancestors spoke Hindustani, Persian, Gypsy, or any related dialects.  But if I am to understand that you are enquiring whether I am of Jewish origin, I can only reply that I regret that I appear to have no ancestors of that gifted people.  My great-great-grandfather came to England in the eighteenth century from Germany:  and the main part of my descent is therefore purely English, and I am an English subject – which should be sufficient.

He then told his publisher “let a German translation go hang.”

                                - Tolkien:  Man and Myth  by Joseph Pearce

August 2, 2009

Morning Prayer 8/2/09

Our God is merciful.  He heals all our wounds.  We turn to him and pray:

When we are unaware of our faults and imperfections – enlighten us and make us new.  Lord be merciful.

When we are trapped in bad habits – free us.  Lord be merciful.

When we are seeking perfection – strengthen us in the battle.  Lord be merciful.

- August Magnificat

August 1, 2009

The Truth of Myth

I’m currently reading Tolkien: Man and Myth by Joseph Pearce.

Myths, far from being lies, are the best way of conveying truths which would otherwise be inexpressible.  We have come from God, and inevitably the myths woven by us, though they contain error, reflect a splintered fragment of the true light, the eternal truth that is with God.  Myths may be misguided, but they steer, however shakily, towards the true harbor.

The story of Christ is simply a true myth, a myth that works in the same way as the others, but a myth that really happened.

August 1, 2009

Where Has the Time Gone?

Wow!  It has been a really long time since I’ve blogged.  I haven’t even checked in over here in quite awhile.  Since my summer school session ended I have been knee deep in creative projects around the house.  I have tried very hard not to use my brain at all.  I still have the Thomas Witherow booklet sitting by my bedside – unread.  I haven’t even been reading my favorite blogs very consistently.  But I will get back into the stride soon.  My projects around the house are dwindling, and the ones I don’t get to will soon fall to the end of the to do list (kind of like the Witherow booklet), to be picked up again next break.

My life seems to flow in waves.  Ebbs and tides.  I try to infuse balance, but I tend to be obsessive.  Whatever holds my attention, really holds my attention and everything else falls to the wayside.  I find my way back to them again when the current obsession fades and I return to a former obsession.

Sometimes though I just need a change of scenery.  I need to shake things up; I need to get some things done that I have pushed aside during busy times.  A mixture of both of these things has been happening.  But this has also been a season of re evaluating.  Looking at myself and my priorities and making small decisions here and there.  I’m trying to be less obsessive and learn to incorporate new ideas in more realistic ways, so that the new things and ideas are explored, but the rest of my life doesn’t get set aside.

I’ve actually done a decent job of that, although the blog, and my usual study, has been set aside temporarily.  School will start back up in a few weeks and life will again get hectic and hairy and ironically I’ll probably spend more time blogging.  My priorities are shifting a bit; I’m incorporating new routines into my life that I never thought I would.  But I still have to figure out how to work in some other things as well.  And I have to figure out how to do all that and continue my schooling.  It will work.  Probably not the way I think it will, because I usually try to outpace God.  I run ahead and make plans, and the Father has to gently pull me back into reality.

I know this is all very vague and pointless, but that’s a little how things are in my head right now.  The ideas, the thoughts, are swishing around my brain like cake batter.  Once they have time to bake, they will come out looking completely different.  Whole and formed, but who knows what flavor?

In my quest for balance I have had to shift aside some things that I love, in order to make room for things that are necessary.  For example:  I love to study, blog, read, but my children have to eat and my house should be clean.  It is sometimes difficult for me to include all these things into my day.  Either I study or I cook and clean.  This is what I mean about becoming obsessive.  I feel sure that normal people the world over do all these things at once.  They carve out portions of time for each of the things that are important to them and they do those things within that time frame and then move on to the next thing.  This way studying gets done during study time, cleaning gets done during cleaning time, etc.

That sounds so easy.  For some reason this is a difficult concept for me to work out in real life.  But I’m working on it, and I hope soon to include regular blogging to my list of time slots.

July 5, 2009

A Morning of Contrasts

This morning I was serving as an Extraordinary Minister of Holy Communion (I am a wine minister).  I sometimes watch the people approach the host ministers and pray for them as they receive.  I pray that they will recognize their Lord in the bread and wine and that they will walk away full of graces – ready to go out and be Christ to the world.  As I was doing this a young man in a wheelchair approached.  He was pushed by a woman, who was obviously not his mother.  She motioned to the minister that he should receive – he could not communicate in any way himself (at least not in a way that a stranger would recognize).  He had no muscular control of his limbs, or even his head.  He could barely open his mouth wide enough for the minister to place the Host on his tongue.

My eyes filled with tears as I watched him receive Our Lord.  Our God does not discriminate.  Our God offers Himself fully to all.  He does not prefer those whose bodies are whole, or even those whose minds are whole.  He offers Himself completely and He will make us whole in the only way that matters. I rejoiced in that moment to belong to such a God, to be counted as a member of His family.  A Father who loves equally and sacrifices equally.  A true hero – who gives Himself for the weak and the needy, not just for those who can further his cause or make him look good.

After communion was over we sang the closing hymn… America the Beautiful.  I wasn’t able to sing along.  I stared at the words of the song, and I mourned for all the children who couldn’t sing because their country had deemed them unworthy.  They were not strong enough in body, or in mind to be counted as one of us.  They had been “terminated” or “destroyed” by their own mothers, with the tacit and explicit approval of their own country.

I do not hate my country.  I am thankful everyday to live in relative freedom.  I know full well that I could have been born elsewhere.  I do not take my freedoms for granted.  But I mourned some of those “freedoms” today.  The freedom to “choose” to destroy a child because he is inconveinent, because he is not physically able, because he is mentally deficient.  The freedom to deem others not good enough, to declare them lesser beings who aren’t worthy to share my freedoms.

For these, and other, sins of my country I ask forgiveness.  Lord have mercy.

July 2, 2009

Doing the Happy Dance

I would like to pause a moment and give thanks… for the end of summer school.  I just submitted my final exam in British Literature and I can honestly say I don’t even care what the grade is that comes back.  I am so happy to be finished, at least for a short while.

I hope this means I will return to more regular posting, but at present my brain is fried and I don’t know how long it will take to recuperate.  Hopefully, not long.