Saturday, December 23, 2006

Make Ready the Crib


We are now almost at the crib: and in this season, of the year 2006, the crib resides truly in each heart. Our cribs are places of preparation now, in contrite and happy expectation of the travel-weary little procession of St. Joseph, Our Lady, and the Babe she carries within her. Our hearts, humble and stable-like as they are, are true echoes of the first stable in Bethlehem. Did not the Lord wish to show us, by His arrival in a humble stable, the very image of His desire to enter into all hearts, hearts open to Him in true contrition, purity and humility? And does He not offer us the means by which to prepare our hearts, namely His own grace won on the Cross; these graces to which we must respond with a humble giving over of our wills to His? Are we not constantly re-soiling the stable, and in need of His help which He gave to His Bride, the Church, won through His suffering, suffering which began at Christmas? How are we to clean the stables which are our hearts without help, without following the words He left with the Church? I find the words of Thomas `A Kempis profoundly apt in these days of Advent, just before the arrival of the True King:

"The Kingdom of God is within you, saith the Lord. Turn thee with thy whole heart unto the Lord, and forsake this wretched world and thy soul shall find rest. Learn to despise outward things, and to give thyself to things inward, and thou shalt perceive the Kingdom of God to come in thee. For the Kingdom of God is peace and joy in the Holy Ghost, which is not given to the unholy. Christ will come unto thee, and show thee His consolation, if thou prepare for Him a worthy abode within thee. All His glory and beauty is from within, and there He delighteth Himself. The inward man He often visiteth; and hath with Him sweet discourse, pleasant solace, much peace, familiarity exeedingly wonderful. O faithful soul! make ready they heart for this Bridegroom, that He may vouchsafe to come unto thee and dwell within thee. For thus saith He, If any love Me, he will keep My words, and We will come unto Him, and will make our abode with Him.

Give therefore a place unto Christ, and deny entrance to all others. When thou hast Christ, thou art rich, and hast enough. He Himself will by thy provider and faithful steward in all things..." (from The Imitation of Christ)






Saturday, December 16, 2006

Conforming to Christ


I have often struggled with the idea of conforming to Christ: I think, "How can I conform, I am so weak? I can barely will the idea, much less handle thinking on an emotional or practical level about the reality of it."

I then say a prayer for help and enlightenment. Why the fear? I think fear comes because Our Lord was prophesied to be, and was beyond measure, a Man of Sorrows. Crowned in His crucifixion, Jesus' life on earth was, to the outside observer, a life fraught with much that would break the heart of a lesser man. He was a man born far from home; a man who lived in relatively poor conditions. He chose, as God, to live in what was considered the 'low-class, working-class' area of Israel: He chose to identify with the despised and the low of the world and to suffer the ignomy that accompanies such a choice. As a Rabbi, a Teacher, he confronted the rot and evil which had grown up among those in religious and political positions- and this kind of confrontation inevitably brings stress and persecution in its wake. He did not turn from sorrow, or 'live above it' - a nice way to say you are ignoring it- instead, He wept with those who sorrowed, and brought rejoicing forth from the sorrow when He found faith in the grieving.

All of these choices of God, and the events in His life, are viewed by us as through the wrong end of the telescope: as if they are enacted on a stage, far away from our lives. This is natural, I suppose, for the obvious connection between my life and the life of Christ does seem like a long thread, covering long distances: the distance between a Creator and creature. It is truly a distance we cannot cross ourselves, that distance between how Christ lived His life and we live ours.

God Himself comes to us, the purpose being because He loves us with such a passion as to wish us to be conformed to Him, to become small, but true visions of His heart. He wants to be with us, and to bring us home with Him. To do this, He made Himself a bridge between earth and heaven- I am thinking of St. Catherine of Siena's vision of Christ as a bridge which is found in her Dialogues, or talks with God. Reading the understanding given her in ecstasy of this Divine Bridge is worth the effort. I cannot reproduce the beauty of it here in this short essay.

Nevertheless, He is a bridge: and He comes to us, and wishes to remain close. He is gentle, and gently calls us to conform our lives to His: a baby in Our Lady's lap, a lover of the poor, a simple and hardworking person, a person who understands deeply the sorrows of this life, in our own as well as others; a person who does not turn from nor fear those sorrows, but looks to them as opportunities to become more like Him in charity. He calls us to lay down our lives, our desires, in His service- as He did in the Father's service- and he beckons us to follow in His footsteps on the dusty, messy and dirty road through a landscape so far from perfection, but in need of His light and joy. Finally, He asks us to accept crucifixion: and this comes differently for each person, for God knows each person more intimately than he knows himself.

The essence, though, of crucifixion is the giving over of the self- of the will- to the service of God and for the love of one's neighbor. This does cause pain, and in times of the persecution of Christians, it causes death like unto Christ's. There are other kinds of crucifixions, though, and one only has to learn the lives of the saints in all the ages to understand how many types there are.

All this frightens me.

The answer comes to me, like wisp of frankincense smoke: to conform to Christ cannot be done through one's natural will and abilities: the foundation and beginning must be deep love of God, as Christ has for the Father and the Holy Spirit. This love cannot be earned, but must be earnestly begged of Him who gives gifts lovingly, mercifully, and in greatest abundance. We must start with this love, we must desire it, and then our foundation for conformation in Christ is begun. We cannot hope to get anywhere besides either failure or massive pride (like the Jansenist heresy) without this gift of Love.

After we have asked for, been given, and responded to the graces of God, namely His Love, then we begin to understand that for those who love God, this life on earth, this exile in a valley of tears, is itself a conforming to Christ. You see, if you love God with your heart, soul and mind, you will suffer tremendously because this love cannot be fully consummated in union until you "know as you are known". Perhaps, I don't know, some of the great contemplative saints reached this union while still living on earth: but I think that they still suffered a sense of exile, and suffered the uncertainty of those who lived around them. In heaven, 'your shores are safe and secure' (A'Kempis).

So our daily lives, each moment, becomes a chance for conforming to Christ, in that each moment suffused with the love of God while in exile on this earth is a moment that is imbued with the life of Christ.

Have I given a picture of melancholy and morose -looking Little Christs? If I have, I have failed in explaining, so I will add this last: The love of God is Joy itself. The great mark of the Christian, or one-of-Christ's, is great joy and love in both times of sorrow and joy. Not the superficial ignoring of sorrow, or escapism, but a deep and solemn joy and a deep love and hope that exists ever under tears or the weight of life. Our shoulders may be scarred or bowed, but our eyes still sparkle like a child's in his Father's embrace. And there is peace, a peace in knowing that all happens in our lives for our ultimate good. This peace is only possible as a gift from God, a gift won by our sincere asking.

For those of the world, the Cross is foolishness, for they see it as a purposeful impoverishing of oneself for naught. For those who love God, the Cross is everything. The Cross is part of a personal and love relationship, it cannot be understood otherwise. It strips us of the dross of sin, it allows us to know our Saviour as only those who have loved and suffered together can know one another. It is not a stumbling block but a purgatory on earth, a place of fire, that purifies us and mysteriously builds in us the love of God in proportion to how much we allow it to turn our hearts from created things in this world. Everything we think or do, through the Cross, becomes the love of others through first loving God, like a man who tells another the hard truth, in love, in the face of persecution from the very person he is trying to help; or he who stands for the Faith and for true morality, at great loss of worldly opportunity for hismself.

If you lose your life for God, you will save it. If you look to garnish and coddle yourself, you will come to naught.

I'm a little less frightened now and more focused on love than fear. Oh, yes! "Perfect love casts out fear". May God perfect His love in me, and in all who, knowingly or not, search earnestly for Him.

Monday, December 11, 2006

May I Meet You by The Crib


A Reprint

When our first parents fell, they fell, in a cosmic sense, off the earth, away from the centre, pulling creation with them, the bloody weight spiraling down, down and around until they found themselves monarchs of the Upside Down Kingdom.

Their heads were down, reason and will existing now under the emotions, under the passions, a body inverted; and their children made civilization upon civilization upon civilization: these grew like an upside down tower, a Tower of Babel reaching across eons of time; entrenched, a foundation of sin.

Dante captures this topsy-turvy nature of rebellion very well in his depiction of the Devil: a grotesque animalistic creature with three heads, his body towering through the centre of hell like a perverted axis: but his head is, of course, at the lowest level of hell, at the bottom.





Photo: Bethlehem:The Door of Humility, leading to the Altar of the Nativity


The only way back, God-given, is to reach not above the head, in this Upside Down Kingdom of Sin, but rather to reach for the ground: to go to the ground is to actually go up: up in the real sense, in the sense of the Right-side Up Kingdom, the Real Kingdom. To reach for the feet, for the ground, to lower one'’s head to the dust of the earth, and to look there for up. God gives us this grace: to desire the humus, the dirt from which we came, to place that dirt on our heads in repentance: to look for salvation among the lowly and despised of the earth.

So we come, by God'’s grace, to a small cave at the edge of town, away from the clinking of coins and the open mouths of laughter by the fires, to the animal-warmth of the primitive stable where the shepherds, wiry like juniper branches, lean on their crooks, faces inscrutable in the shadows. We come to the new Eve and to the Foster-Father, and to the Way, to the Doorway, the Word made flesh; to that Holy Couple covered in the humus of the road and in the humility that comes from keeping close to the humus in the Upside Down Kingdom. And we come to worship the Child Who is the only Flesh entirely of the Real Kingdom:Who is the Real Kingdom.

The Child'’s appearance is a scandal to the Upside Down Kingdom, for He is a living picture of the Right-side Up Kingdom, and shows the other for what it is, by His very existence. Only those who are looking to the ground, looking in humility or in desperation, will see Him in hope. The rest will only see Him as a stumbling stone.

May I meet Him at the Crib, may I see you there, too. I kneel, looking into a tiny Face of loveliness, mirroring the Mother'’s in the flesh: and something else there, too, of the Father, that I cannot grasp; I feel the pain of my soul'’s smallness, its limits, as I look at His face. I look away in shame, and I see the glow of Him reflected on your face. In common shame, we somehow smile and by unspoken agreement, look again into the face of God: in hope.




Photo: Bethlehem, "Kissing the Star" : The Birthplace of Our Lord

Hope of this Holy Doorway, into a Kingdom of Charity and Light, and Him. So, it is thus for these two thousand years since His coming in the flesh. And we, part of His Church, we are meant to carry the Child, the King of the Right-side Up Kingdom, across the terrain of the world, to transform it, to turn it Right-side Up: for all things will be made new, in Christ. And we carry Him, and follow Him: for the good suffer for the evil: this mysterious economy of love and suffering is the turning to the Right-side Up. He is our only hope, the Child, He is our salvation, for of ourselves, we are nothing.

May I meet you by that Crib this Christmas.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Death in Advent


Death is suddenly there: a sickness, some hoping, a little rally, and then- nothingness. Frozen eyes, stiffened limbs, the heaviness of entropy. When Death is in front of you, naked, in your home, there is neither sparkling ornaments of glory nor dramatic clothes of nobility and grief. You are stricken with a whip in the face, your feet of clay are crumbled and you are forced to look at the terror and the grotesqueness, the humilation and the deep sorrow. You know death then as punishment, as a ripping, a breaking, something utterly foreign to the momentum of life: and this, even at the death of an animal, a small bird you have loved. You see a hollowed, twisted shell and you remember the inevitability of your death.

Then you cry, for the existential experience of the poor being who has been taken by force from it's earthly home, who has by some mystery, been pulled through a merciless turnstyle, experiencing a pain unknowable, a psychic pain which cannot be a survivor's pain: a supernatural pain.

You cry, when you know in the flesh the permanence of it, and that there is no use to "We should have"- or "next time". The destiny of that being is out of reach for this lifetime, the paths are cut asunder and run now on different planes of existence. You weep, then, with the helplessness of the created: you know both the existence of death and the power of God in the same moment-He who holds life and death in careful hands: but they seem so universal, these hands, like the ten-foot, over-sized, steel-like hands of a Soviet sculpture. You feel that He who understands death is the clock-maker of the Deists, who is simply responding out of eons to some alarm in His workings, and you are not even seen. Your beloved is simply picked up, and is gone; and you are left with the remains, the visceral horror around which you must gather the clothes of ritual.

And later, when you are tired of weeping, you are in God's house, and you ask Him: "Help me to understand this, this death." And He does not speak of the why, or the whereabouts of the dead one, but He looks at you, soul to soul, and He sends you a verse first: "I know when a sparrow falls to the ground"- and He infuses to you a new understanding of the word "know" in that verse; He makes you realize that it is meant as the Genesis-meaning of "to know"- that is, a word more like "to live within" or "to be with in the deepest sense possible to the objective known": that somehow, He knows each death in creation intimately. And your heart contracts in a sudden rush of understanding, when your soul-eyes look into His soul-eyes, and you see Him once again on the cross, turning death backwards with His own death. You see, also, His man's eyes, once also a child's eyes, once also a helpless baby's eyes in the crib at midnight: and in those eyes you see empathy: a simple being with you in your pathos, your grief. You connect with a Person who has known this grief, this death, in the same visceral sense that you have just experienced it. A look steeped in knowing togetherness.

You think, suddenly that God has deemed to be your brother in the flesh at all times, and now especially in your grief. And you know that Love can do no less: and He is no Deist's dream, but Lover in intimacy with all. And the word "How" raises itself to your consciousness, unbidden, and unanswered. You leave that question there, I suppose until you can ask it without sin or vain curiosity.

And you rejoice in this Little Coming in love, like a tryst of lovers in the corner of the church, but your heart expands in the joy of a guilt-less and passionate love, a love born partly of the thrill in the condescention of the Holy Trinity, to visit such a small stable of a soul, a soul wounded by the facing of death.

And you remember it is the beginning of Advent, a coming, and you remember the baby in the crib, hidden at midnight, a baby come to grow and die a shocking and early death. You remember the face of uncorrupted St. Bernadette, and St. Catherine Laboure with her eyes still open in a look of fierce joy. And you allow the experience of death to be a drawing, a drawing like a current in the sea, towards Him.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Combing Her Hair in the Sanctuary


The silence rests on us, like dust: but it is a dust playing in harmony with the gentle air and the colored light from stained glass. We wait, all of us, in the confession line, and I study the bowed heads and rounded backs of those few who have come early for Mass. Only a few children break with the strongly held quiet: they make jerky movements and strange little squeaks as they clack their Playmobil figures along the pew backs, the walls, the floor, in a practiced desperation of retaining normal noise in this stretched time before Mass.

We wait, and I should be focusing on my inward self, asking for guidance in understanding the state of my soul: there are little things, and all together they conspire against me and weigh me down. I ask for help, a usual prayer; and then my attention is sucked over to the heavy doors as they open, scattering the lit dust in a frenzied dance of surprise. Both doors are opened, as if a procession will enter, and I squint against the light to see what royal person might appear.

Here she comes, resplendent in her wheelchair, a face full of years, children, and suffering with cancer. She, who bore twelve children, is now little bigger than the ten-year-old girls who come to the sanctuary in a rush of ribbons: but she is absolutely still, a mask of white and wrinkle, except for the intense pools of peat which are her very alive eyes.

As she enters, she is attended by her husband, a scarecrow of a man: but a clean, groomed and dapper one, complete with polyester plaid pants that match a plaid tie. He is lanky but strong, and he almost looks like a devotee carrying his queen before him, with such care does he maneuver her over the threshold and gracefully close the doors. The procession of man and wife, patriarch and matriarch, stops at the beginning of the pew rows at the end of the vestibule.

He reaches into the polyester plaid pants, lifting the brown jacket tails up slightly, and pulls out a small comb. Carefully, gently, and with more love than I've seen (it is as if he were twining roses into her hair and planting a golden crown on her head), he combs her hair. It wasn't as if her grey bob cut wasn't neat. It is a work of ritual, of making her feel groomed and ready for the Mass. It is a small work of love and honor: if you saw him, and her, you would know what I mean.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

In Honor of St. Cecilia on Her Feast Day


Martyr

Face dried still in paint
Costume’d robes and diadem,
Offered arms caressing
Palm, and instrument of thy death
Thy form encased by an unknown painter,
In rounded, antiquated strokes.

Mouth created in straight lines
No smile to soften legacy;
A linear beauty
Like to blade which pierce'd thee:
Wast thou ever swallow,
Child keeping time with wind?

Black pupils wreathed in flames
Eyes(even in paint) are bright
With the pierce'd Love of Christ:
Thus, the bridge 'twixt me and thee,
Martyr, far above, is Charity.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Melina Novena



Melina and I are about the same age- a couple months apart. Dark-haired and blue-eyed, she is really tall, and I am pretty short(at least I feel like that when she's looking down at me). We both have two girls and one boy. We both have one husband, good ones: But there is something special about Melina- I saw it, or rather with the eyes of the soul did I see it. For some reason, she reminds me of the woman in C.S. Lewis' The Great Divorce, whom we meet when the bus from Hell arrives with the woman's husband who has come to find her. She meets him, she who was a normal woman in life with a house-apron and raw hands from the lye in wash-soap, a joyful woman who fed those who came to her door with food and love. She meets him, garlanded as a queen and followed by her court: all those whom she helped- men, women, children, cats and birds and dogs (the latter yelping and bounding eagerly around her flowing skirts).

I met Melina that day we came to St. Mary's, a little lost and lonely because we'd just moved to Melina's town- she pulled us right into a community of people; and when I hung around the tutorial she was helping run, we just fell into easy chatter. But Melina is no easy come, easy go friend. She kept me and my family at a distance, a distance respectful of the fact that she did not know us. As she experienced us, she prudently became more open: I understood this as the really loving thing to do, in that there was no falsity in her- this was a Woman of Prudence.

Then we graduated to talking on the phone about this or that(we were working together on a girls' group) and I noticed that she would always, consistently, draw the problems to prayer: "Let's go and pray about that and then get together and decide"; or, with something really important or hard, "Let me go to confession and Mass and then I can make a good decision".

I also noticed that she has a very counter-cultural attitude about her husband. She talked to me matter-of-factly and in a strong, femine way about submission: "I need to make sure that I am home for my husband, especially when he's been traveling"; or, " I have to check with my husband and see if he'll allow this". Now, often, I wonder about my slightly different take on the whole marriage relationship - because I respect her greatly; but nevertheless, I deeply respect Melina's desire to be submissive, as Christ is submissive, showing in this attitude a love of humility and servanthood. The actual, practical way this is carried out in any marriage is a complicated and private matter, dealing with the spouses strengths and weaknesses, intermingled essentially with the spiritual growth of each person. It is no easy matter to make principles in this area- so I don't, beyond an imitation of Melina's strategy: Take each thing to God in prayer.

In her habitual recourse to prayer in even the humblest matters, Melina reminds me of a child in the lap of God. This doesn't mean she is a spiritual simpleton, but rather someone who has the strength and balance of heart to know that she cannot rely on herself, but would choose, rather, to rely on God: because she knows her strength is not equal to sainthood. I've no doubt that she would be able to be a very successful and prudent person on the purely natural level, and so it is all the more amazing to see a gifted, balanced person like herself choose to take even the smallest things to God. There is a key to understanding this in her life, and it is a person: her son, James.

Melina has suffered because James has autism, and as hard as that is (hard beyond measure), somehow I think that God knew that this would help make her the tower of faith that she is; and she has no fear of others who may think (I have never heard this said, or anything negative about Melina) that she is 'all about God'- I think she would laugh her strong and deep laugh and say, "absolutely".

We have a group of homeschooling moms here, and someone coined the phrase, "Melina Novena", expressing both a little humor, but primarily a little awe and respect for this joyful and normal person, who is inside a passionate and unusual lover of Christ. She does not talk about herself in an inordinate way, and she takes criticism more humbly and better than anyone I have ever met. So it isn't that she doesn't have faults, but I somehow see that because her life is centered in Christ- He seems to be the measure by which she sees everything in her life- that she will, in the end, be perfect. This is my hope for my friend- and myself- and all of us.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Musing Between the Solstices


Sometimes we are asked to look outside our little track, our rationalized, sleek zones of understanding- of those things which we cannot comprehend this side of death. Sometimes it is the suffering we see in others or the suffering we go through ourselves- and sometimes it is simply loving and knowing another person who does not agree with us.

How do you love a person whose very sight upon life and death is diametrically opposed to yours? How do you suppress the desire, the apparent NEED to change them so that they fit inside your track? How do you do this without psychologically punching them into submission? How do you maintain your own sanity, the features of your own face in the face of another?

This kind of meeting, the crashing of different minds, is frightening to us all. Our beliefs are questioned, and beaten up; our dogmas must bear the brunt of relentless waves, and like a wave-break wall, will either stand the test or crumble into the sea, taking our security with it. We are frightened when we are not sure of God, and of how we understand Him. We are frightened most especially the more we have constructed our own belief system, independent of a communal tradition. We are all, all of us, religious. People believe in something, inevitably: themselves, the sun, the fact that they can think, anthropomorphic gods, or the true God. So it is not the fact of ‘religious’ or not, but rather the kind of religion that makes the difference.

There are people who are not frightened, though. These live on opposite ends of the metaphysical spectrum: either they are ensconced in a religious and cultural tradition which is more like Plato’s Sparta: an entity of individuals melded together by the welded iron of laws and eyes, a nightmare of certainty- or they are Saints.

Saints. They live an exaggerated life inside, they are idealists and ideologues: but of Love, not politics. They are embedded in society like jewels in a cotton tapestry, they are those who dream big of loving a God who loves them, with everything the four loves (agape, eros, storge, philia) can offer. They are extremists, and they have no fear, except for the original sin of pride. So they work to become the nada of St. John of the Cross- to become the humblest and the most forgotten: and thus are they drawn to those considered nothing in the eyes of the rest of society, those in the gutters. They see the Lord of Heaven and Earth suffering in the trash heap. In the quest to forget self in the great ocean of God, they look to their Ideal, Christ who “humbled Himself, leaving all glory behind, taking the form of a servant”. In this, the beautiful synchronicity of the Lord becomes apparent: as they humble themselves, and lose their only fear, they become more like Christ, like God. But they do not know this. They only know Love: and bear with joy the suffering and the meeting of those who hate them because their very existence of Love makes anything else held dear look empty( those who are clinging to other things cannot bear the bright light shone on their emptiness).

A saint turns an open, loving and fearless face on the other who does not see the way they do: they are totally free, because they are the power of God, the power of love. They are already lost to self, they have nothing else to lose, and yet their souls are carried quietly and safely in the arms of God and they are more themselves than they would be if they clung to their atomized existence in this life. A saint faces the other and looks at them: really sees them. Most people only see each other through their own need-filters, their own selfish clingings, their own scars and fears: they do not truly see the other, and so they are blind. A saint sees because Christ has cured them of blindness by enabling them to die to themselves. They have no filter save that of the love of God.

We are in the time of the year of the saints. The Church placed the feast of All Saints’ today, November first: why? We are in the waning of the physical earth, the low point on the swing between Summer and Winter Solstices. Here, the Chinese say, the veil between the natural world and the supernatural thins to a point of transparency and openness. Perhaps this is true, as in many cultures of the world, one can see attempts to deal with the uncomfortable feeling of closeness to the unseen in the different religions: Halloween was, before the Church stepped in, a veritable festival of the attempt to appease the entities in the darkness in many cultures. Beginning with saint-missionaries like Bishop Patrick, the Church stepped in to bring Christ’s power and the reality of redemption from the darkness, right at the high point of fear: All Saint’s Day. Halloween actually is ‘Hallow’s Eve’- the vigil Mass for the feast of All Saints. Yet, it is still an uncomfortable time for many people, where death and fear is celebrated and made a joke, where modern-day occultists try to bring back the glory days of evil. But the Saints march in this dark night, in their fearless love, reminding us that death is but a reminder and a visible proof of the supernatural realities: for who has not seen a corpse and known, known in the center of one’s being, that something is gone: this is a visceral and spiritual experience of the reality of the soul as part of yet separable from the body.

And “the death of His holy ones is precious in the sight of the Lord”. Strange, but not when one thinks about it: at the death of a saint, the veil between that soul, who has lived exaggerated love for the love of God, and the Beloved, is finally torn and complete unity becomes possible. Many saints, like St. Therese of Liseux were seen to pass through the veil, to yet be in the body but seeing and experiencing already the reality on the other side. One only has to look at the ethereal, uncorrupted face of St. Bernadette in her glass coffin to understand. It is a look beyond human beauty.
So as we live through these days of the thinning veil, and many of us feel the disturbance, the darkness, we can turn in joy to the saints; we can then begin, on November 2, (All Souls’) to become the saints we are all called to be: we can pray for all souls without fear- and ask to love with the exaggeration of God, because it is His gift and His gift alone. We can do nothing but use our free wills to be willing: and look at this life from the immense perspective of eternity, rather than looking in fear or in ignorance at eternity from the narrow perspective of this life.

Monday, October 23, 2006

A Measure of Charity



I'm part of a small, plain, little family. I'm the Mom. There's a Dad, and three young children. If we were filmed in downtown Smalltown, we'd be pretty inconspicuous- just five ordinary people bobbing down the sidewalk with all the other bobbing people, tied together in a very normal way. We don't wear anything particularily special, except perhaps the brown scapulars or a crucifix for which we get curious looks and remarks- usually if we're right up close in an elevator or at a shop counter. Sometimes we seem odd on a Sunday downtown, because we're dressed up- a day when everyone else seems to be dressed way down. In fact, I guess we're a little odd because me (the mom) and the kids only dress up on Sundays- the rest of the week we are doing homeschooling or going to the tutorial on Wednesdays, or an occasional field trip or outing. We are on exactly the opposite schedule for dressing up or down than the rest of society.

I suppose when the UPS man comes to our door, he might notice some more oddities- the children are home with me- well, I'm at home, too- and they are either sitting at the table working on math or Latin, or they are running around like horses let out to pasture. I get a smile and a surprised look from him sometimes. The carpet cleaner named Jay looks around at the paintings of saints and the statues, and the schedules for school and just puts on his Ipod. Sometimes people are warm and ask us questions about our life, and sometimes they avoid getting to know us, because we don't fit into regular categories of culture. We are counter-culture: and that should be just fine in Santa Cruz. It actually is, for the most part; I find the society in Santa Cruz to be much more in the vein of: "Really? Wow, that's cool, whatever." This is somewhat of a relief compared to uptight Westchester County in New York, where quarterly reports to the school district are required; and you bear daily the more intense scrutiny of neighbors and secular friends.

But still, no matter- whether it be floaty Santa Cruz or lead-weight New York, we are a Catholic homeschooling family: and this is a project which takes the 110% of the whole family, Dad included. Both parents are the curriculum director, the cleaner, the person with interests, the friend, the piano teacher, the Latin teacher, the preschool teacher, the religion teacher and guide, the police PERSON and the cook- and occasionally a firefighter. We all have to look hard and carefully for friends and opportunities for social growth. This is where the really hard part begins.

Catholic families, whether in New York, California or Kansas, are like non-blips on the society's radar: we do this on purpose, because we want to pass Faith and Morals down to our children; and we have made the decision, based on what is going on in our area, to educate our children ourselves. We are entrepreneurs in the soul market, and as anyone knows who has started an entrepreneurial enterprise, it is often a hard and lonely process for the one with the responsibility. There are a lot of obstacles to success: fear of failure, finances, the sheer amount of driving, exhaustion, loneliness and not having the support from other families.

The support from other families is what I have begun to see as absolutely essential. We can't live in a Catholic vacuum- it ceases to be truly Catholic when it becomes a vacuum, for God created us in society and for society, and we have to be in the world- but not of it. In modern culture, with it's values increasingly anti-Christian, fulfilling our mission in this sense is more and more difficult. Our children, like young plants, need outside influences, but they have to be positive ones, chances for growth and learning, but not chances for corruption or confusion. So we need other families who understand our mission, with whom to share it: a society within a society.

Whenever we have moved into an area, there has usually been one or two families who are especially good at being hospitable to others: they host dinners, or St. Nicholas Day parties, or All Saint's Day celebrations; they start groups like the tutorial (a one-day supplemental school) or organize to provide food after Mass on Sundays so that families can stay around and get to know each other(if there's no food, families usually have to leave to find food for hungry children). They do this with very open hearts and hands to those whom they are just meeting! I have become more and more grateful to those people who have seen the needs of families, especially homeschooling ones, and have stepped up to an often difficult and thankless task. But to be hospitable, to support other families in their quest to bring up children who retain their innocence and who love God, is working directly for Heaven, Inc. - no unimportant job.

On the other hand, hard as I know it is to be hospitable, I have often found that this heavenly attitude is usually limited to a few families- and they are doing far more than their share of the work. I am beginning to believe that we are dealing with what is more of a moral issue than I realized. Let me explain.

If we homeschoolers are right, and the best thing for our children in the area we live in (some areas can provide great Catholic schooling and thus social outlets) is to educate them independently of the regular means, then we need support from other families: not want, but NEED support. Families in a feasible geographical area who are Catholics are each other's support systems. Sometimes we need to start a girls' or boys' group; sometimes we need to get together and clean someone's house who is sick so that they can homeschool; or be a counselor, a friend, when someone is down- but the principle, the attitude which must exist under all these activities is moral and biblical: "to clothe the naked, and feed the hungry, to give comfort to widows and orphans in their distress"- and from the Acts: "they shared everything, for the good of the community".

The most important thing a homeschooling family can do for the other homeschooling families in the area is to have a heart full of ready charity- not handouts (unless that is needed) necessarily, but a heart like God's: full of caritas, the love of God, the love of selflessness and open-ness to the needs of others. The heart that does not worry as much about personal likes and dislikes as what God thinks, the heart that learns to love with everything one has (always with prudence and the understanding of proper priorities). The beauty is, however, that the family which loves this way is often the richest spiritually- well, after all, we're dealing with the economy of God, not man.

Also, families have seasons: seasons of plenty in terms of finances and emotional well-being, and seasons of want on many levels. Other families must be flexible and ready to be back-ups- for the clubs or the tutorials, or the potlucks. Sometimes a family who has a sick mom is actually providing a center-point, a reason for the community to wake up and get together to help out. In God's economy, even sickness can be a good.

However, too often we let the three or so families who usually do everything to continue to do it until they simply can't do it anymore, and then suddenly the activities and support we took for granted are gone; or we base our willingness to do something on whether it is with someone we like or who treats us how we want to be treated. We cannot base real charity on fickle feeling, or natural 'simpatico', but rather on reasoned, willed faith and "works, without which, faith is dead." P.S.- this often brings a depth of supernatural 'simpatico', which makes the natural variety look like corn meal next to corn bread.

Some families have seasons of loneliness, especially just after moving into a new area. They are especially vulnerable as homeschoolers because there is no ready-made school group to plug into. Making friends can sometimes take a lot longer when there are few hospitable families in the area.

One family told me a story about how they had just moved and their children were lonely. The parents called a few other homeschooling families to ask for playdates, so that their children could get to know others- but amazingly, they receieved rather cold and vague responses. When I heard this, I wanted to personally punch the parents (of the vague, cold families of course). However, I was on my meds for poison oak so I knew this was a steroidal reaction. So I lectured them in my mind instead.

Really, though, this gets my dander up. It is too easy to get into a comfort zone, but we are PILGRIMS in this life, and we should always be ready to be charitable: all the more so because homeschooling families are especially vulnerable and needy: and for good reason. I believe there are some people (hopefully not me) who will have to answer to God for " ...if you have all wisdom, all virtue, but have not charity, you have NOTHING." This of course applies to many areas, to doctors and intellectuals and train drivers- but I believe that the family, whose foundations are being eroded daily in the larger culture, are especially the forum for charity: especially charity from those who should understand their obligations clearly.

Here's some tips: have a tea party for the little girls in the homeschooling group- how about once a month? Or start a late-night catechism for the dads every third Friday- provide salt-encrusted bread products and beer, too. Find out who is sick, and see if there's any way you can help- make this your silent, humble apostolate- your children will learn an invaluable lesson about charity from this. Start an email group like Barbara from New York did, where women from all over the place can email in questions and concerns, and get instant help from a huge source. Find the TORCH group in your area and become a servant. Be willing to be a substitute for the tutorial, or figure out how to start one. If you are part of someone else's group, DON'T BE FLAKY: remember that someone is putting out a lot of effort and hospitality to do it- either be a growth part, a consistent and helpful part, or don't sign up- do something else that you can be consistent with. Learn to do things that you don't really feel like doing, like trying to befriend the ones to whom you do not have a natural affinity, or the shy and hard to get to know. This is often the measure of charity.

Take care of your family: your own, and the larger family that God has placed in your area with you. Your life will be richer and God will be pleased. What greater good is there than pleasing such a good God?

Sunday, October 15, 2006

God's Fool: A Reprint


Almost early October, a cold wind ripping through the tops of the trees, flowers and leaves still hanging on, holding on to life. In a small, eye-of-the-storm corner of the garden, a tuft of lavender September flowers are peeking through a hole in the tough shrub. On the tiny stalks, nestled in the flowers, are large bumblebees, dying. Death returns in the midst of flowers, and it is just a few days before the Feast of St. Francis of Assisi.

Mother Church knew what She was doing when She placed St. Francis’ feast here, in this season of nature’s death. For St. Francis was a man who knew that all of nature teaches man about God, about the joy of spring, but the joy of a spring out of a fall and winter. St. Francis was not a jovial, idiotic, eternal optimist. He was optimistic about eternity, but only because of the greatest wounding and death and resurrection ever achieved: Christ’s.

As G.K. Chesterton points out, St. Francis’ entry into the world came in the fall of the world’s purgation of its paganism and nature-worship. Christendom had eschewed the spiritual lessons of nature in its attempt to escape nature-worship. Francis burst into life, to call the world back, now baptized and purged, to learn of God through His creation; and he knew that the little in life must be protected, and loved, and celebrated, because that requires humility- whether in washing a leper’s diseased body, or in providing a blessing for the animals of children. Humility is the foundation of the spiritual life, along with love, and these the little man of Assisi embodied.

How did Francis first learn humility? Again, I refer to G. K. Chesterton’s poetic analysis. Francis was attracted, with all the force of his powerful nature, to the chivalric and romantic ideals of his day. These were the days of dynastic Italian feuds and the Crusades, and Francis fell to the charms of this pageant. His stalwart and stable Assisi was his oyster, out of which he would spring in pearly brightness to troubadour the world. Suddenly, his world was turned upside down- as Chesterton says, his world was literally turned upside down. His soul, in meeting the Lord through locutions in the Portincula and on the battle march, was unfettered and set asail on the wild waters of the love of God. He saw that everything he knew: Assisi, chivalry, his family, his body, his soul, were all hanging upside down and totally dependent on God and His love. Everything. He then saw himself for what he was, a fool and a puffed-up fool. He knew also that everyone else, in heaven and in Assisi, could see him for what he was, as Chesterton puts it, “ like a fly on a windowpane’.

What might strip other souls of courage to go on, Francis responded to with total abandon, abandon almost unparalleled in the history of the Church, abandon to the will of God in imitation of Christ and Our Blessed Lady. Francis used the language of chivalry still, but in the service of God and in acknowledgement of his new understanding of his true relation to the God Whom he loved with ardent fire: he called himself God’s fool. In the language of chivalry, a ‘fool’ was what we would understand as an entertainer, but a comedian-sort, more like the Three Stooges or John Belushi. It is sadly indicative of our day that fools are held up as “comedic geniuses” and celebrities, but Francis knew what a fool was. He knew that he was a fool, and that his only dignity was that he was the fool attendant upon God: and paradoxically, then, what a dignity he had! For God’s fool has a greater dignity than any worldly dignitary. Francis also used the title of ‘fool’ in the sense that he was bent upon serving his Lord and his Love in whatever capacity, in whatever cost to himself and his own thoughts of self-dignity. Almost seven hundred years later, St. Therese of the Child Jesus would live out the same self-abenegation and humility in search of her Love, her Lord, by using the imagery of being a toy, like a ball, waiting in deep longing for the Child Jesus to want to play.

Thus did Francis learn humility: and his humility and his great love of God were born almost simultaneously. All of his actions and words can only be seen correctly by the twin lamps of humility and love of God. His care of the poor and sick, his journeys to the Holy Land to preach love of Christ to Muslim and hardened Crusader alike, his warrior-like defense of the dignity and sanctity of the Eucharist, and his stigmata, all come from these two lights. He was a joyful, but probably more serious man than he is often portrayed. He was battle-hardened and a man who understood the darknesses and illicit attractions embedded in the world of the flesh, and the death to the soul they caused. Yet he was a man full of love, an ardent and chivalrous love for Christ and because of this, for all creatures, regardless of size or importance. He was joyful in and because of his poverty, because this state helped him to remain humble and detached, set free on the wild sea of God’s love.

St. Francis would grieve for the death of bees in the early days of October, but yet would rejoice in that they played their greatest role in reminding and helping to prepare souls for death; and that they demand humility of souls, because we share the same death, and our days are “ short, like the flowers of the field.” It is good for us to remember about death, and so to turn to faith and hope in Christ and His resurrection. The glory of the autumn leaves shout and sing a last song, as if to remind us of that hope in the resurrection, the spring.

St. Francis, God’s Fool, pray for us.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Did You Pay For That F-16? Are We Responsible For A Little Boy's Death?



Wierd title, I know. I'm trying to be part of the wake up call for Americans: did you pay for that F-16 that blew up a house with a family in it, in a territory that was not owned by the nation that sent the F-16? Are we responsible, as a people, for what "is being done in our name" in the Middle East?

As Christians, we need to be "gentle as doves, but wise as serpents"- in other words, we have to work for peace, but we really can't unless we know what the serpents are actually doing. The video link I've posted below is a really good, serious look at what has been happening between the state of Israel and the illegally occupied territories of the Palestinians- from the viewpoint of Israelis for Peace, Palestinians and various journalists.

Right now, we live in America, whose democracy is being eroded in large part by a media that has given in to large government and corporate interests: as Thomas Jefferson said, "I would rather live in a country with a free press and no government, than a country with a government and no free press". He understood rightly that without journalism commited to the truth with courage, democracy or true freedom can easily be morphed into a pseudo-democracy, an Orwellian oligarchy disguised as 'free'.

We need to start to look more closely, find other news sources, and TURN OFF the mainstream coverage. Check out foreign news services, or look up the organizations listed at the end of the film. This is about our responsibility to know what our government has done in the last twenty or thirty years, in terms of the Middle East and Israel in particular- and where our own tax dollars have gone in the paradigm of this fight over territory. I believe it will be something we each will have to answer for: as individuals, because a nation is made up of individuals.

We aren't getting the real story: and perhaps this film is only part of the story, but it rings a lot more true than Bill O'Reilly, Dan Rather or Ted Turner's CNN (Who in their right mind would trust anything he puts out, anyway?) At the least, try BBC America on cable.

Here's the link:

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7828123714384920696&q=peace+propaganda&hl=en

Saturday, September 30, 2006

King Solomon's Doe



St. Catherine of Siena, as a young child, would sit around the family hearth at night and listen to the tales of the saints: she was inspired, with the generous heart God gave her, to seek after Him totally from this very young age.

She went so far as to retreat to the edge of Siena, where there was a cave, to be a hermit at about six years of age. She was persuaded to return home to live again with her family; but the Lord did not leave her longings unanswered. She was graced with heavenly visions from the time of her sixth year, the crowning moment of her life being her espousals with the Lord, from which she wore a ring that no one else could see. At the moment of her death, the tan line from the many years' wear of a supernatural ring became visible on her wedding finger.

She lived with and was tried by her family for the first years of youth, and then she was finally allowed her 'cave'; and lived the life of a hermit for a few years. She understood, by total gift, the balanced life that is a saint's: suffering balanced with the joy of contemplation; poverty balanced with the inexpressible riches of the Holy Sacrament of the Eucharist, where the Lord of Heaven and Earth comes bodily to us; and complete self-denial balanced with a fervent service and fruitfulness in the Lord's vineyard.

There are many facets of this great saint's life, this Doctor of the Church (let no one say the Holy Church is misogynist), this woman who persuaded the Pope himself to return to Rome: but I wanted to capture the essence, in a sense, of her childhood, in which the spiritual one coincided with the bodily.

She has been saying the rosary, and is out away from society, symbolic of the doe that frolics in the verdant pasture of King Solomon; and she is caught in the moment of contemplating the Lord- whether with the eyes of her body or her soul, or both, it is the same. It is the look of absolute, passionate and tender love. It is a reflection of His gaze upon the soul He loves. It is the way He looks at you.

If you notice the rosary, it has upon it a memento mori. This was a common practice, the inclusion of a human skull in art (many have seen the Magdalen Contemplating the Skull) and in sacramentals. This was a reminder, in the deep sense of St. Alphonsus Ligouri, that inextricably tied with loving the Lord and gaining one's own life, is to understand and to accept one's own death: death to self, death of the body, death of one's own desires.

"If you lose your life, you will gain it"- and the Lord lived this first for us: not only in the ultimate sense on the Cross, but also in His very 'emptying of His glory, to become like a slave'. He was showing us, in accepting death, the many kinds, that Love knows no bounds, no limits, no height nor depth: but will go to death and beyond.

Death is also a reminder that we are sinners and must continually ask mercy of the Lord, to sustain us, especially at the hour of death. We have free will until the moment when we appear before Him, and so we must keep watch, and a sober one. A memento mori is meant to help the praying one keep all of these thoughts close to the heart: and remembering death is tied to moving toward the only life that counts: that of seeing the Lord face to face.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

A European Crossroads


Below I have pasted two articles from the excellent website, Chiesa. com. One is by Sandro Magister, an experienced journalist and Rome-observer, and a woman who seems to understand the real meaning of being feminist. Both articles underline the enormity of both what the Pope said in his speech at Regensburg, and the terrible predictability of the reaction to it.

I think that many Americans do not grasp the full stage background of Europe today and the Pope's main program. Unlike John Paul II, Pope Benedict is not globe-trotting; rather, his trips have been, like his focus, Europe-centered. The very choosing of the name Benedict brings up the monk who, in the wake of a barbarian-run Europe, was used by the Lord to create a massive movement to renew Christendom and to form a rule that would make saints of many who followed the religious life. The Pope is laboring for the resuscitation of Europe, the cultural as well as the spiritual. In fact, it is the spiritual life, centered on Christ, which will renew Europe- and it is the lack of Christ, the denial of Christ, which is killing
her, like a lack of nourishment kills.

So a Pope named Benedict makes a speech in Europe, quoting a Byzantine Emperor who was the sovereign of a region which would be overrun by Islam within fifty years from the time he said the controversial words to the Persian. This was no mistake by an absent-minded theolgian to a bunch of specialists at Regensburg. His purpose was not to inflame the Muslim, but to make the point that the Muslim could overrun Europe, because Europe has no true moorings, no faith: and will soon, in part by her over-emphasis on pure human reason, be swamped into oblivion by those who hold a faith, even if an irrational one.

Pope Benedict, like Pope John Paul II, promotes discussion toward understanding. However, he is making it very clear that it must be on true grounds; that is, that only a discussion that puts on the table the true differences and foundations of each faith will have any real results. He is saying that like the Emperor and the Persian, we must speak truly and openly about the facts of disagreement: but that it is very difficult to speak rationally with a faith that does not see its God as comportive of reason.


The articles below describe the situation much better than I can:




Why Benedict XVI did not want to fall silent or backpedal


by Sandro Magister


The masterful lecture that the pope-theologian delivered at the University of Regensburg really did send shivers throughout the world. Because what Benedict XVI said there is just what happened afterward. The pope explained the distance that runs between the Christian God, who is love, immolated in Jesus on the cross, but also “Logos,” reason; and the God worshipped by Islam, so transcendent and sublime that he is not bound by anything, not even by that rational assertion according to which there must not be “any coercion in matters of faith.” The Qur’an says this in the second sura, to which the pope conscientiously made reference, but it then makes other and opposite statements. And the violent eruption in the Muslim world against the pope and Christians confirms that this other tendency has the upper hand, giving form and substance to the way in which myriads of the faithful of Allah view the world of the infidels. The other side of pope Joseph Ratzinger’s lecture in Regensburg is the blood poured out in Muslim Mogadishu by sister Leonella Sgorbati, a woman veiled and yet free, a martyr whose last words were addressed to her killers: “I forgive you.”

In reality, almost the entirety of Benedict XVI’s lecture in Regensburg was addressed to the Christian world, to the West and to Europe, which in his view are so sure of their naked reason – too sure – that they have lost the “fear of God.” But here as well the pope’s words found their confirmation in the facts. Hand in hand with the swell of verbal and physical violence on the part of Muslims, on the other side, in theory his own side, the pope was the target of incessant volleys of friendly fire. Just as the sagacious companions of Job attributed the blame for his misfortunes to him, so also Benedict XVI was surrounded by a veritable whirlwind of advice and rebuke of the same sort.

It was the same way in the Vatican. Benedict XVI had the good fortune of installing a new secretary of state and a new foreign minister, both of them firmly in his trust, on the very day that the Muslim attack against him began, on Friday, September 15, right after he came back from his trip to Bavaria. But the grumbling of the curia members hostile toward him did not calm down at all – on the contrary. He got away with the appointment of the new foreign minister, archbishop Dominique Mamberti, from Corsica, who has worked as a nuncio in Sudan, Somalia, and Eritrea, and before that in Algeria, Lebanon, Kuwait, and Saudi Arabia, and thus has direct familiarity with the Arab and Muslim world, and is skilled in the art of diplomacy. But as for the nomination of cardinal Tarcisio Bertone as the new secretary of state – for this, no, they did not forgive him. The fact that Bertone is not a career diplomat, but a man of doctrine and a pastor of souls, is now being held even more against the pope as proof of his ineptitude on the world political scene. In Bavaria, with the assignment changes not yet having taken place, Benedict XVI was accompanied by the outgoing secretary of state, cardinal Angelo Sodano, who has spent his entire life in diplomacy. But the pope was careful to avoid having cardinal Sodano read in advance the lecture he was preparing to deliver in Regensburg. Whole sections of the text would have been censored, if its supreme criterion had been the Realpolitik upon which the Vatican diplomacy of Sodano and his colleagues is nourished.

For Benedict XVI, too, realism in relations between the Church and states is a value. It was so with the totalitarian systems of the twentieth century: with German Nazism as with Soviet Communism. The controversial silences of Pius XII with Nazism, and later, with Communism, of John XXIII, of Vatican Council II, and of the Ostpolitik of Paul VI, had compelling reasons, and in the first place the defense of the victims of those systems themselves. But now, it is being demanded of Benedict XVI that he maintain a similar silence in regard to the new adversary of Islam: it is a silence that is often given the name of “dialogue.” Has pope Ratzinger not respected this? Then this is the comeuppance he deserves from “offended” Islam: threats, demonstrations, burning in effigy, governments demanding retractions, the recall of ambassadors, churches burned, a religious sister killed. The pope is seen as bearing his part of the blame in all this. On the other hand, it’s “post mortem” beatification for his predecessor John Paul II, who prayed humbly in Assisi together Muslim mullahs, and when visiting the Umayyad mosque in Damascus listened in silence to the invectives his hosts hurled against the perfidious Jews. No fatwa was issued for the demolition of the Vatican walls, or for the slitting of Karol Wojtyla’s throat. It was a mere coincidence that Ali Agca, who shot him, was a Muslim – the assassination had been planned in Christian territory...

Benedict XVI does not deny the proper value of political realism. The secretariat of state has mobilized its network of nunciatures to provide for governments the complete text of the lecture in Regensburg, the official note of explanation released on September 16 by cardinal Bertone, and the explanations presented by the pope in person at the Angelus on Sunday the 17th. By the end of September, the ambassadors to Muslim-majority countries will be called to the Vatican for another effort to defuse the tensions. And the pontifical council for culture, headed by cardinal Paul Poupard, is preparing a meeting with Muslim religious representatives.

But realism isn’t everything for Benedict XVI. The dialogue with Islam that he wants to create is not made of fearful silences and ceremonial embraces. It is not made of mortifications which, in the Muslim camp, are interpreted as acts of submission. The citation he made in Regensburg, from the “Dialogues with a Mohammedan” written at the end of the fourteenth century by the Christian participant in the dialogue, the Byzantine emperor Manuel II Paleologos, was deliberate choice. A war was on. Constantinople was under siege, and in a half century, in 1453, it would fall under the dominion of the Ottoman Empire. But the learned Christian emperor brought his Persian counterpart to the terrain of truth, reason, law, and violence, to what marks the real difference between the Christian faith and Islam, to the key questions upon which war or peace between the two civilizations depends.

Pope Ratzinger sees modern times, too, as being fraught with war, and with holy war. But he asks Islam to place a limit of its own on “jihad.” He proposes to the Muslims that they separate violence from faith, as prescribed by the Qur’an itself, and that they again connect faith with reason, because “acting against reason is in contradiction with the nature of God.”

In Regensburg, the pope exalted the greatness of the Greek philosophy of Aristotle and Plato. He demonstrated that this is an integral part of biblical and Christian faith in the God who is “Logos.” And he also did this deliberately. When Paleologos held his dialogue with his Persian counterpart, Islamic culture had just emerged from its happiest period, when Greek philosophy had been grafted onto the trunk of Qur’anic faith. In asking Islam today to rekindle the light of Aristotelian reason, Benedict XVI is not asking for the impossible. Islam has had its Averroes, the great Arab commentator on Aristotle who was treasured by such a giant of Catholic theology as was Thomas Aquinas. A return, today, to the synthesis between faith and reason is the only way for Islamic interpretation of the Qur’an to free itself from its fundamentalist paralysis and from obsession with “jihad.” And it is the only ground for authentic dialogue between the Muslim world and the Christianity of the West.

At the Angelus on Sunday, September 17, which was broadcast live even by the Arab television network Al-Jazeera, Benedict XVI expressed his “regret” at how his lecture had been misunderstood. He said that he did not agree with the passage he cited from Manuel II Paleologos, according to whom in the “new things” brought by Mohammed “you will find only evil and inhuman things, like the order to spread the faith by means of the sword.” But he did not apologize at all; he didn’t retract a single line. The lecture in Regensburg was not an academic exercise for him. He did not put aside his papal vestments there in order to speak only the sophisticated language of the theologian, to an audience made up only of specialists. The pope and the theologian in him are all of a piece, and for everyone. Cardinal Camillo Ruini, who has grasped the essence of this pontificate better than other Church leaders have done, said on Monday, September 18 to the directive body of the Italian bishops that “the fundamental coordinates” of the message Benedict XVI is proposing to the Church and the world are found in these three texts: the encyclical “Deus Caritas Est”; the address to the Roman curia on December 22, 2005, on the interpretation of Vatican Council II; and, last but not least, the “splendid” lecture in Regensburg.

Benedict XVI is hopeful. He would not have been so daring if he did not believe in the real possibility that an interpretation of the Qur’an that marries faith with reason and freedom can be reopened within Islamic thought. But the voices in the Muslim world that are accepting his offer of dialogue are too weak and too few, and almost not to be found. And the pope is too much alone in a wayward Europe that really does resemble somewhat the Eurabia described by Oriana Fallaci, a “Christian atheist” whom he has read, met with, and admired. And then there is the violence that hangs over Christians in Islamic countries, and also outside of them – when, to silence the pope, members of his flock are killed, and all the better if they are innocent, like a religious sister, a woman.

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The twofold symbolic weight of the killing of sister Leonella

by Lucetta Scaraffia


The dramatic killing of sister Leonella Sgorbati in Somalia on Sunday, September 16, is, unfortunately, a symbolic action of great significance. This is so for two fundamental reasons. Because, in fact, even in the absence of precise assertions, this is a matter of blackmail. And because the one assassinated was a woman, and a religious woman.

As seen in the history of the Christian persecutions, this time as well the method was chosen of striking others in the place of the one who was indicated by so many voices in the Muslim world as the main target, namely Benedict XVI, and not only because the Italian religious sister was an easier victim The explanation is found in the memorable pages of the Japanese writer Shusaku Endo, which narrate the persecution of the Christians in Japan in the seventeenth century: some Jesuits, although they were ready to die to bear witness to their faith, were forced to commit apostasy by having the Christian country people subjected to torture before their eyes. A Christian can dispose of his own life, even to the point of martyrdom – and the countless Christian martyrs of the past century demonstrate this – but not of the lives of others: the killing and torture of other Christians paralyzes the real target of the aggressive action, it gags him, it prevents him from saying and doing what would be right for himself, until it impedes him from martyrdom. The Japanese case is the most sensational, but there have been other, similar cases, if one only reads attentively the lives of the missionaries of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries: it’s enough to recall the Combonian missionary sisters who were held prisoner by the Mahdi in the Sudan at the end of the nineteenth century.

In threatening the lives of Christians who live in Islamic countries, the intention is to make the pope retract words that he did not say, and what he did not even think. The intention is to make him lose dignity and authority, forcing him to say what is dictated by a certain type of Islamic extremism. And this blackmail is much more weighty than diplomatic protests, demonstrations, threats on fundamentalist websites: it is not possible to ask all Christians who live in Islamic countries to accept the possibility of martyrdom in order to permit the pope freedom of thought and speech, the freedom not to be maliciously misunderstood. It is the most serious thing to have happened yet in the confrontation between the West and Islamic fundamentalism, with the violation of all the rights of respect and reciprocity that the United Nations constantly invokes.

But there is another factor that increases the symbolic weight of this action: the one killed was a woman, a woman who had none of the characteristics of visibly flaunted sexual freedom that the more traditional Islam condemns in the West. A woman was killed who went with her head covered and dressed modestly, but who had chosen the veil freely, and had chosen just as freely to offer her life to God and in service of others. It is this freedom that was struck, this freedom that is the sign of a culture that attributes to women the same dignity as men have.

The simple presence of women of this type, modest and respectful, but free and responsible for their lives and their choices, brings up a problem: it is what for Benedict XVI is the encounter between cultures. Before this is a theological dialogue between religions, it is an encounter between two cultural universes that originated from two different religions, which, in this case, reserve very different places for women. If, in fact, we speak of the freedom and dignity of woman as equal to those of man, we are not placing in doubt an entire religious tradition, but we are proposing a non-negotiable cultural value: and it is precisely on the encounter among cultures and on their founding principles that dialogue must be centered, a dialogue like the one Benedict XVI has proposed, “frank and sincere, with great reciprocal respect.”

Sunday, September 17, 2006

To Be Salt and Light


Recently, Pope Benedict made some remarks about faith and reason at the podium of his old university- remarks that most of us would find pretty tough chewing, intellectually speaking. Within this discussion of the balance of faith and reason, he quoted an Byzantine Emperor, Manuel II, from many centuries past. By using this quote, the Pope was trying to illustrate the point that a faith cannot be true in essence if it proclaims as a tenet, something that is contrary to reason: in other words, he was trying to show that God and true faith will comport with reason, not be irrational. This doesn't mean that reason can encompass faith, or mystery, or the nature of God: it just means that a faith inspired by God would not counteract reason, or demand something that we normally hold to be evil, such as 'conversion by the sword'.

What the Pope said, even about Mohammed, was TRUE. It isn't comfortable, it is hurtful when one is mistaken and follows Islam as the true religion, but, nonetheless, it is true: and reasonable. The Pope has since stated that he was not aiming to be offensive, or to deny that there is any good in Muslims or in any passages in the Q'uran, but he was articulating a truth: that Mohammed did not bring any new revelation that was good, but rather the novelties he brought were anti-reason, such as the command to kill those who do not believe in Islam. What Mohammed reiterated from Judaic and Christian sources (upon which he relied heavily) might be good in itself.

The Pope was being 'salt' in that salt is necessary to preserve and to provide an essential nutrient, and also to give 'taste'. To those who are wounded, though, salt is painful.

The Pope was also bringing light on an essential question of our day: the necessary, God-given relationship between faith and reason: and to those who have long been in the dark, light is painful.

Please pray for the Pope, that he might be able to articulate truth in a way that those who are well-meaning and yet mistaken might "turn, and be healed".

I have reprinted the Holy Father's speech below.

Lecture of His Holiness Pope Benedict XVI at the Meeting with the Representatives of Science (Tuesday, 12 September 2006, Regensburg, University)


Faith, Reason and the University
Memories and Reflections


Distinguished Ladies and Gentlemen,

It is a moving experience for me to stand and give a lecture at this university podium once again. I think back to those years when, after a pleasant period at the Freisinger Hochschule, I began teaching at the University of Bonn. This was in 1959, in the days of the old university made up of ordinary professors. The various chairs had neither assistants nor secretaries, but in recompense there was much direct contact with students and in particular among the professors themselves. We would meet before and after lessons in the rooms of the teaching staff. There was a lively exchange with historians, philosophers, philologists and, naturally, between the two theological faculties. Once a semester there was a dies academicus, when professors from every faculty appeared before the students of the entire university, making possible a genuine experience of universitas: the reality that despite our specializations which at times make it difficult to communicate with each other, we made up a whole, working in everything on the basis of a single rationality with its various aspects and sharing responsibility for the right use of reason - this reality became a lived experience. The university was also very proud of its two theological faculties. It was clear that, by inquiring about the reasonableness of faith, they too carried out a work which is necessarily part of the whole of the universitas scientiarum, even if not everyone could share the faith which theologians seek to correlate with reason as a whole. This profound sense of coherence within the universe of reason was not troubled, even when it was once reported that a colleague had said there was something odd about our university: it had two faculties devoted to something that did not exist: God. That even in the face of such radical scepticism it is still necessary and reasonable to raise the question of God through the use of reason, and to do so in the context of the tradition of the Christian faith: this, within the university as a whole, was accepted without question.



I was reminded of all this recently, when I read the edition by Professor Theodore Khoury (Münster) of part of the dialogue carried on - perhaps in 1391 in the winter barracks near Ankara - by the erudite Byzantine emperor Manuel II Paleologus and an educated Persian on the subject of Christianity and Islam, and the truth of both. It was probably the emperor himself who set down this dialogue, during the siege of Constantinople between 1394 and 1402; and this would explain why his arguments are given in greater detail than the responses of the learned Persian. The dialogue ranges widely over the structures of faith contained in the Bible and in the Qur'an, and deals especially with the image of God and of man, while necessarily returning repeatedly to the relationship of the three Laws: the Old Testament, the New Testament and the Qur'an. In this lecture I would like to discuss only one point - itself rather marginal to the dialogue itself - which, in the context of the issue of faith and reason, I found interesting and which can serve as the starting-point for my reflections on this issue.


In the seventh conversation (διάλεξις - controversy) edited by Professor Khoury, the emperor touches on the theme of the jihad (holy war). The emperor must have known that surah 2, 256 reads: There is no compulsion in religion. It is one of the suras of the early period, when Mohammed was still powerless and under threaten. But naturally the emperor also knew the instructions, developed later and recorded in the Qur’an, concerning holy war. Without decending to details, such as the difference in treatment accorded to those who have the “Book” and the “infidels”, he turns to his interlocutor somewhat brusquely with the central question on the relationship between religion and violence in general, in these words: "Show me just what Mohammed brought that was new, and there you will find things only evil and inhuman, such as his command to spread by the sword the faith he preached." The emperor goes on to explain in detail the reasons why spreading the faith through violence is something unreasonable. Violence is incompatible with the nature of God and the nature of the soul. God is not pleased by blood, and not acting reasonably (σὺν λόγω) is contrary to God's nature. Faith is born of the soul, not the body. Whoever would lead someone to faith needs the ability to speak well and to reason properly, without violence and threats... To convince a reasonable soul, one does not need a strong arm, or weapons of any kind, or any other means of threatening a person with death....

The decisive statement in this argument against violent conversion is this: not to act in accordance with reason is contrary to God's nature. The editor, Theodore Khoury, observes: For the emperor, as a Byzantine shaped by Greek philosophy, this statement is self-evident. But for Muslim teaching, God is absolutely transcendent. His will is not bound up with any of our categories, even that of rationality. Here Khoury quotes a work of the noted French Islamist R. Arnaldez, who points out that Ibn Hazn went so far as to state that God is not bound even by his own word, and that nothing would oblige him to reveal the truth to us. Were it God's will, we would even have to practise idolatry.


As far as understanding of God and thus the concrete practice of religion is concerned, we find ourselves faced with a dilemma which nowadays challenges us directly. Is the conviction that acting unreasonably contradicts God's nature merely a Greek idea, or is it always and intrinsically true? I believe that here we can see the profound harmony between what is Greek in the best sense of the word and the biblical understanding of faith in God. Modifying the first verse of the Book of Genesis, John began the prologue of his Gospel with the words: In the beginning was the λόγoς. This is the very word used by the emperor: God acts with logos. Logos means both reason and word - a reason which is creative and capable of self-communication, precisely as reason. John thus spoke the final word on the biblical concept of God, and in this word all the often toilsome and tortuous threads of biblical faith find their culmination and synthesis. In the beginning was the logos, and the logos is God, says the Evangelist. The encounter between the Biblical message and Greek thought did not happen by chance. The vision of Saint Paul, who saw the roads to Asia barred and in a dream saw a Macedonian man plead with him: Come over to Macedonia and help us! (cf. Acts 16:6-10) - this vision can be interpreted as a distillation of the intrinsic necessity of a rapprochement between Biblical faith and Greek inquiry.


In point of fact, this rapprochement had been going on for some time. The mysterious name of God, revealed from the burning bush, a name which separates this God from all other divinities with their many names and declares simply that he is, is already presents a challenge to the notion of myth, to which Socrates's attempt to vanquish and transcend myth stands in close analogy. Within the Old Testament, the process which started at the burning bush came to new maturity at the time of the Exile, when the God of Israel, an Israel now deprived of its land and worship, was proclaimed as the God of heaven and earth and described in a simple formula which echoes the words uttered at the burning bush: I am. This new understanding of God is accompanied by a kind of enlightenment, which finds stark expression in the mockery of gods who are merely the work of human hands (cf. Ps 115). Thus, despite the bitter conflict with those Hellenistic rulers who sought to accommodate it forcibly to the customs and idolatrous cult of the Greeks, biblical faith, in the Hellenistic period, encountered the best of Greek thought at a deep level, resulting in a mutual enrichment evident especially in the later wisdom literature. Today we know that the Greek translation of the Old Testament produced at Alexandria - the Septuagint - is more than a simple (and in that sense perhaps less than satisfactory) translation of the Hebrew text: it is an independent textual witness and a distinct and important step in the history of revelation, one which brought about this encounter in a way that was decisive for the birth and spread of Christianity. A profound encounter of faith and reason is taking place here, an encounter between genuine enlightenment and religion. From the very heart of Christian faith and, at the same time, the heart of Greek thought now joined to faith, Manuel II was able to say: Not to act “with logos” is contrary to God's nature.


In all honesty, one must observe that in the late Middle Ages we find trends in theology which would sunder this synthesis between the Greek spirit and the Christian spirit. In contrast with the so-called intellectualism of Augustine and Thomas, there arose with Duns Scotus a voluntarism which ultimately led to the claim that we can only know God's voluntas ordinata. Beyond this is the realm of God's freedom, in virtue of which he could have done the opposite of everything he has actually done. This gives rise to positions which clearly approach those of Ibn Hazn and might even lead to the image of a capricious God, who is not even bound to truth and goodness. God's transcendence and otherness are so exalted that our reason, our sense of the true and good, are no longer an authentic mirror of God, whose deepest possibilities remain eternally unattainable and hidden behind his actual decisions. As opposed to this, the faith of the Church has always insisted that between God and us, between his eternal Creator Spirit and our created reason there exists a real analogy, in which unlikeness remains infinitely greater than likeness, yet not to the point of abolishing analogy and its language (cf. Lateran IV). God does not become more divine when we push him away from us in a sheer, impenetrable voluntarism; rather, the truly divine God is the God who has revealed himself as logos and, as logos, has acted and continues to act lovingly on our behalf. Certainly, love transcends knowledge and is thereby capable of perceiving more than thought alone (cf. Eph 3:19); nonetheless it continues to be love of the God who is logos. Consequently, Christian worship is λογικὴ λατρεία - worship in harmony with the eternal Word and with our reason (cf. Rom 12:1).


This inner rapprochement between Biblical faith and Greek philosophical inquiry was an event of decisive importance not only from the standpoint of the history of religions, but also from that of world history – it is an event which concerns us even today. Given this convergence, it is not surprising that Christianity, despite its origins and some significant developments in the East, finally took on its historically decisive character in Europe. We can also express this the other way around: this convergence, with the subsequent addition of the Roman heritage, created Europe and remains the foundation of what can rightly be called Europe.



The thesis that the critically purified Greek heritage forms an integral part of Christian faith has been countered by the call for a dehellenization of Christianity – a call which has more and more dominated theological discussions since the beginning of the modern age. Viewed more closely, three stages can be observed in the programme of dehellenization: although interconnected, they are clearly distinct from one another in their motivations and objectives.


Dehellenization first emerges in connection with the fundamental postulates of the Reformation in the sixteenth century. Looking at the tradition of scholastic theology, the Reformers thought they were confronted with a faith system totally conditioned by philosophy, that is to say an articulation of the faith based on an alien system of thought. As a result, faith no longer appeared as a living historical Word but as one element of an overarching philosophical system. The principle of sola scriptura, on the other hand, sought faith in its pure, primordial form, as originally found in the biblical Word. Metaphysics appeared as a premise derived from another source, from which faith had to be liberated in order to become once more fully itself. When Kant stated that he needed to set thinking aside in order to make room for faith, he carried this programme forward with a radicalism that the Reformers could never have foreseen. He thus anchored faith exclusively in practical reason, denying it access to reality as a whole.


The liberal theology of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries ushered in a second stage in the process of dehellenization, with Adolf von Harnack as its outstanding representative. When I was a student, and in the early years of my teaching, this programme was highly influential in Catholic theology too. It took as its point of departure Pascal’s distinction between the God of the philosophers and the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. In my inaugural lecture at Bonn in 1959, I tried to address the issue. I will not repeat here what I said on that occasion, but I would like to describe at least briefly what was new about this second stage of dehellenization. Harnack’s central idea was to return simply to the man Jesus and to his simple message, underneath the accretions of theology and indeed of hellenization: this simple message was seen as the culmination of the religious development of humanity. Jesus was said to have put an end to worship in favour of morality. In the end he was presented as the father of a humanitarian moral message. The fundamental goal was to bring Christianity back into harmony with modern reason, liberating it, that is to say, from seemingly philosophical and theological elements, such as faith in Christ’s divinity and the triune God. In this sense, historical-critical exegesis of the New Testament restored to theology its place within the university: theology, for Harnack, is something essentially historical and therefore strictly scientific. What it is able to say critically about Jesus is, so to speak, an expression of practical reason and consequently it can take its rightful place within the university. Behind this thinking lies the modern self-limitation of reason, classically expressed in Kant’s “Critiques”, but in the meantime further radicalized by the impact of the natural sciences. This modern concept of reason is based, to put it briefly, on a synthesis between Platonism (Cartesianism) and empiricism, a synthesis confirmed by the success of technology. On the one hand it presupposes the mathematical structure of matter, its intrinsic rationality, which makes it possible to understand how matter works and use it efficiently: this basic premise is, so to speak, the Platonic element in the modern understanding of nature. On the other hand, there is nature’s capacity to be exploited for our purposes, and here only the possibility of verification or falsification through experimentation can yield ultimate certainty. The weight between the two poles can, depending on the circumstances, shift from one side to the other. As strongly positivistic a thinker as J. Monod has declared himself a convinced Platonist/Cartesian.


This gives rise to two principles which are crucial for the issue we have raised. First, only the kind of certainty resulting from the interplay of mathematical and empirical elements can be considered scientific. Anything that would claim to be science must be measured against this criterion. Hence the human sciences, such as history, psychology, sociology and philosophy, attempt to conform themselves to this canon of scientificity. A second point, which is important for our reflections, is that by its very nature this method excludes the question of God, making it appear an unscientific or pre-scientific question. Consequently, we are faced with a reduction of the radius of science and reason, one which needs to be questioned.


We shall return to this problem later. In the meantime, it must be observed that from this standpoint any attempt to maintain theology’s claim to be “scientific” would end up reducing Christianity to a mere fragment of its former self. But we must say more: it is man himself who ends up being reduced, for the specifically human questions about our origin and destiny, the questions raised by religion and ethics, then have no place within the purview of collective reason as defined by “science” and must thus be relegated to the realm of the subjective. The subject then decides, on the basis of his experiences, what he considers tenable in matters of religion, and the subjective “conscience” becomes the sole arbiter of what is ethical. In this way, though, ethics and religion lose their power to create a community and become a completely personal matter. This is a dangerous state of affairs for humanity, as we see from the disturbing pathologies of religion and reason which necessarily erupt when reason is so reduced that questions of religion and ethics no longer concern it. Attempts to construct an ethic from the rules of evolution or from psychology and sociology, end up being simply inadequate.


Before I draw the conclusions to which all this has been leading, I must briefly refer to the third stage of dehellenization, which is now in progress. In the light of our experience with cultural pluralism, it is often said nowadays that the synthesis with Hellenism achieved in the early Church was a preliminary inculturation which ought not to be binding on other cultures. The latter are said to have the right to return to the simple message of the New Testament prior to that inculturation, in order to inculturate it anew in their own particular milieux. This thesis is not only false; it is coarse and lacking in precision. The New Testament was written in Greek and bears the imprint of the Greek spirit, which had already come to maturity as the Old Testament developed. True, there are elements in the evolution of the early Church which do not have to be integrated into all cultures. Nonetheless, the fundamental decisions made about the relationship between faith and the use of human reason are part of the faith itself; they are developments consonant with the nature of faith itself.


And so I come to my conclusion. This attempt, painted with broad strokes, at a critique of modern reason from within has nothing to do with putting the clock back to the time before the Enlightenment and rejecting the insights of the modern age. The positive aspects of modernity are to be acknowledged unreservedly: we are all grateful for the marvellous possibilities that it has opened up for mankind and for the progress in humanity that has been granted to us. The scientific ethos, moreover, is the will to be obedient to the truth, and, as such, it embodies an attitude which reflects one of the basic tenets of Christianity. The intention here is not one of retrenchment or negative criticism, but of broadening our concept of reason and its application. While we rejoice in the new possibilities open to humanity, we also see the dangers arising from these possibilities and we must ask ourselves how we can overcome them. We will succeed in doing so only if reason and faith come together in a new way, if we overcome the self-imposed limitation of reason to the empirically verifiable, and if we once more disclose its vast horizons. In this sense theology rightly belongs in the university and within the wide-ranging dialogue of sciences, not merely as a historical discipline and one of the human sciences, but precisely as theology, as inquiry into the rationality of faith.


Only thus do we become capable of that genuine dialogue of cultures and religions so urgently needed today. In the Western world it is widely held that only positivistic reason and the forms of philosophy based on it are universally valid. Yet the world’s profoundly religious cultures see this exclusion of the divine from the universality of reason as an attack on their most profound convictions. A reason which is deaf to the divine and which relegates religion into the realm of subcultures is incapable of entering into the dialogue of cultures. At the same time, as I have attempted to show, modern scientific reason with its intrinsically Platonic element bears within itself a question which points beyond itself and beyond the possibilities of its methodology. Modern scientific reason quite simply has to accept the rational structure of matter and the correspondence between our spirit and the prevailing rational structures of nature as a given, on which its methodology has to be based. Yet the question why this has to be so is a real question, and one which has to be remanded by the natural sciences to other modes and planes of thought – to philosophy and theology. For philosophy and, albeit in a different way, for theology, listening to the great experiences and insights of the religious traditions of humanity, and those of the Christian faith in particular, is a source of knowledge, and to ignore it would be an unacceptable restriction of our listening and responding. Here I am reminded of something Socrates said to Phaedo. In their earlier conversations, many false philosophical opinions had been raised, and so Socrates says: “It would be easily understandable if someone became so annoyed at all these false notions that for the rest of his life he despised and mocked all talk about being - but in this way he would be deprived of the truth of existence and would suffer a great loss”. The West has long been endangered by this aversion to the questions which underlie its rationality, and can only suffer great harm thereby. The courage to engage the whole breadth of reason, and not the denial of its grandeur – this is the programme with which a theology grounded in Biblical faith enters into the debates of our time. “Not to act reasonably (with logos) is contrary to the nature of God”, said Manuel II, according to his Christian understanding of God, in response to his Persian interlocutor. It is to this great logos, to this breadth of reason, that we invite our partners in the dialogue of cultures. To rediscover it constantly is the great task of the university.