Monthly Archives: March 2017

Putting aside the contemplative for political discourse

Reading Archbishop Charles Chaput’s ‘Strangers in a Strange Land’ I am impressed with the priest’s ability to define our current political strife.  Able to penetrate into deeper analyzes, beyond the argumentative need to be right, and the selfish game of individualism, he soothes the part of me that passionately lends an ear to the political climate of our culture.  In a chaotic and confronting world of clashing political ideologies one cannot hold one’s self aloof.  The noise is too loud and distracting.  Alliances are formed whether one likes it or not.  The church appeases personal reflections with the elevation of priest such as the Archbishop Charles Chaput.  Opposed to the confused elitism infiltrating academia, the Church provides solid leadership with the promotion of men able to enfold the intellectual within the spiritual.

After Virtue’ is a challenging work. It’s not for the casual reader. But if we want to understand ourselves as a nation, some of its key ideas are worth noting. As we’ve already seen, America is a child of both biblical and Enlightenment spirits. Its roots are therefore tangled. And they go back a long way.

The medieval Europe that preceded was the product of classical and Christian thought. Aristotle, the ancient Greek philosopher, played a large role in shaping it. For Aristotle everything, including man, has an inherent nature or purpose. A man lives a good life when he acts in accord with that nature. In Aristotle, “the relationship of ‘man’ to ‘living well’ is analogous to that of ‘harpist’ to ‘playing the harp.’” As the harpist disciplines herself through practice to play the harp more beautifully, so also man cultivates the virtues—courage, justice, mercy, humility, and so on—to become more truly human.

Moreover, in the classical tradition, to be a human being involves fulfilling certain roles, each with its own distinct purposes: husband, wife, father, mother, soldier, philosopher, citizen, servant of God. And it “is only when ‘man’ is thought of as an individual, prior to and apart from all roles,” that the idea of ‘man’ ceases to be meaningful, purpose-filled concept (emphasis added). In other words, for Aristotle, what it means to be human is not a matter of self-invention; it depends on our network of human connections and responsibilities.

Aristotle gave Thomas Aquinas the tools for articulating a medieval Christian civilization that combined both reason and biblical faith. For Christians, man does indeed have a purpose. Scripture reveals that purpose and provides the foundation on which human reason builds. We were made to know, love, and serve God in this world. We’re also meant to be happy with him in the next, to show love to others, and to care for the world placed in our keeping. God is the author and sustainer of creation. Thus all things in nature are a gift. They have a God-given meaning prior to any human involvement.

Man is part of creation but endowed with special dignity. Every man is a free moral agent, responsible for his personal choices and actions. But no man exist in isolation. Every man is also an actor in a much larger divine story, and he’s shaped by his social relationship and duties to others. Thus the purpose of knowledge is to understand, revere, and steward the world, and to ennoble the people who share it—and thereby to glorify God.

As ‘After Virtue’ notes, the Enlightenment thinkers of the eighteenth century were diverse. Generalizing about their beliefs can be dangerous. But most wanted to keep a Christian-like morality, purified, of “superstitions” and based on reason. They also wanted to discard any approach to nature based on Aristotle or Aquinas. For the Enlightenment, nature is simply raw material. It has no higher purpose. Man alone gives it meaning by using it for human improvement. Thus the goal of knowledge is to get practical results. And man is not a bit player in some divine Larger Story. He’s a sovereign individual who creates his own story.

As MacIntyre shows, the Enlightenment tried to keep the moral content of Christianity while eliminating its religious base. But it doesn’t work. The biblical grounding can’t be cut away without undermining the whole moral system. Every attempt to build a substitute system has suffered from incoherence, no matter how reasonable sounding. And bad ideas have consequences. The resulting moral confusion has trickled in every corner of our daily life.

Simply put, once a higher purpose and standard of human behavior are lost, moral judgements are nothing but personal opinions. In a nation of sovereign individuals, nobody’s opinion is inherently better than anyone else’s. All moral disagreements become rationally irresolvable because no commonly held first principle exist.

This post-Christian confusion—MacIntyre calls it “emotivism”—now shapes American public life. In such an environment, the purpose of moral discourse, he writes, “[becomes] the attempt of one will to align the attitudes, feelings, preferences and choices of another with its own.” Other people become instruments to be dominated and used. They’re means to achieve our ends, not ends in themselves. As a result, most of our moral debates about policy never get near the truth of an issue. They’re exercises in manipulation…..

… this incoherence explains the three chronic patterns in our public life: the appeal to rights, the eagerness to protest, and the appetite for unmasking. Aggrieved parties demand their right, which are allegedly self-evident (despite the absence of any agreed-upon grounding for the rights). They protest the attack on those rights by oppressive structures and rival parties. And they seek to unmask the wicked designs of their opponents. All of which feeds a spirit of indignation and victimhood across the culture.

In a world of bickering individuals, the job of government becomes managing conflict. And since, in a seemingly “value-neutral” state, no higher moral authority can be appealed to, government becomes the ultimate reference of personal appetites and liberties and justifies itself by its effectiveness. Effectiveness demands a managerial class of experts, as MacIntyre notes: “Government insists more and more that its civil servants themselves have the kind of education that will qualify them as experts. It more and more recruits those who claim to be experts in civil service…Government becomes a hierarchy of bureaucratic managers, and the major justification advanced for the intervention of government in society is the contention that government has resources of competence which most citizens do not possess.”

Never mind that many of the government’s expert managers are in a practice incompetent. Bureaucracy by its labyrinthine size interferes with its own accountability. The politics of modern societies swings between extremes of personal license and “forms of collectivist control designed only to limit the anarchy of self-interest…Thus the society in which [Americans, among others] live is one in which bureaucracy and individualism are partners as well as antagonists.” They’re locked in a permanent embrace. “And it is in the cultural climate of this bureaucratic individualism that the emotivist self is naturally at home.”

Running a society of warring, emotivist selves, of course, requires two things from political leaders: the claim of value neutrality and the reality of manipulative skill.

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Nightime Lenten Prayer

Supplied by Irish Jesuits: www.sacredspace.ie, assistance in the persistent battle against temptation, before going to sleep, the time my will is the weakest.

Truth and Discernment

It’s difficult to make a good decision when you don’t have all the information. It’s also difficult to move forward while trying to deny part of your reality. Jesus came from a tradition that was brutally honest; just read a bit from any of Israel’s prophets to see how forcefully they spoke the truth. Jesus continued in this vein as he talked about what it really took to be people of God, to participate in the kingdom of God. Jesus knew what John the Baptist knew before him and what the prophets knew before both of them: without truth, people cannot heal. If we ignore the root cause of our wounds, we will continue to be wounded, even if we heal some of the damage. We might fix what has been harmed. But if we continue doing what caused the harm in the first place, we will simply acquire (or inflict) new wounds because the core activity has not changed.

Lent is a good time to stop our activity long enough to look at it carefully, prayerfully, and to determine the specific truths of the situation. —Vinita Hampton Wright, Praying Freedom

The Presence of God

Be still and know that I am God. Lord, may your spirit guide me to seek your loving presence more and more. For it is there I find rest and refreshment from this busy world.

Freedom

“Leave me here freely all alone
In cell where never sunlight shone
Should no one ever speak to me
This golden silence makes me free.”

Part of a poem written by a prisoner at Dachau concentration camp

Consciousness

Sometimes I get overwhelmed by the cares of this world. At times like these may I be aware of the comfort of your Presence, Your infinite love for me.

The Word

The Word of God comes to us through the Scriptures. May the Holy Spirit enlighten my mind and heart to respond to the Gospel teachings. (Please turn to the Scripture on the following pages. Inspiration points are there should you need them. YVhen you are ready, return here to continue.) Conversation Jesus, you always welcomed little children when you walked on this earth. Teach me to have a childlike trust in you. To live in the knowledge that you will never abandon me.

Conclusion

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit,
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be,
World without end.
Amen.

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Transformed through the Eucharist

St Cyprian, interpreting these words of the royal prophet, “my chalice which inebriates, how excellent it is?” (Ps xii 5) and applying them to the Eucharist, says, “that as drunkenness renders a man quite different from what he was, so this divine sacrament renders us quite different from ourselves by making us quite forget the things of the world, and elevating our minds to a commerce with those of heaven.”  How different did the disciples at Emmaus become from what they were before, after they received this celestial bread from the hands of our Savior himself?  “They knew Him then, whom they knew not before” (Luke xxiv. 35) and from inconstant, feeble, and timorous persons, they became firm, faithful, and courageous.  It is after this manner that holy communion “ought to change you into another man, into a perfect man; that so they who live; live not to themselves, but live to him who died for them and is risen again to life.” (2 Cor v. 15) –St Alphonsus Rodriguez ‘The Practice of Christian & Religious Perfection II’

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St Dominic Holy Hour reflection and prayer

Christ wants us to answer in the affirmative when He calls us. He doesn’t want our abject submission. He knows we have questions. He knows we have been thinking about this for a while. He knows we want to make changes. He knows we want to make the right move. Although He doesn’t want to be put to the test, He wants us to have all of the information we need so that we can go forward with confidence. Naturally sometimes what we think we need and what He is willing to give us are two different things, but He does not ask for blind faith. He gave us our brains and He expects us to use them.

In this season when we strive to make changes in our lives, let us conduct the due diligence necessary to go forward with confidence and be willing to follow where Christ wants to lead. These two are not mutually exclusive but work in concert to bring His plans to fruition for all His people in this world and in the next.

Lord may our prayers find favor in your sight. Help us to live our lives according to the teachings of the gospel. May we follow in the footsteps of your Son, Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you in the Holy Spirit, one God forever and ever. Amen.

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The Carpenters

Interesting Saturday evening rekindling a friendship, a significant other comfortably sharing a quaint, unexpectedly gifted, night of entertainment.  We ventured to the University of Akron’s Edwin J. Thomas Performing Arts Hall to enjoy a night of tribute to the seventies phenomenally successful brother and sister duo The Carpenters.  Helen Welch, a charismatic English woman, put the show together, performing with a passion and devotion to a singer who greatly influenced her professional career.  The backing band of piano, drums, bass, and lead guitar struck enthusiastically upon proficiency and youthful zest.  We met Helen’s dignified husband manning a booth offering CDs before the show.  Waiting at the ticket booth, I overhead a woman mentioning she had a Groupon providing a discount of $10 per ticket.  I stepped out of line, investigating the savings, only to be disappointed to find the deal could no longer be purchased.  I made my way back to the ticket booth, finding no line and a surprise.  The ticket seller pushed two tickets at me, explaining they were just dropped off with the instructions to give them to the next purchaser.  Unclear regarding details, I told the seller I did not have that much cash, intending to use a credit card to purchase tickets.  I thought she offered a discounted cash deal.  She said no, they are yours if you want them.  I smiled, sharing my joy of saving fifty dollars with the significant other.  The show proved fascinating, excellent in performance.  I found myself reflecting on the influence of Karen Carpenter upon my childhood.  The woman’s voice hypnotized me as a child, soothing and drawing me into reflections upon romance and female companionship.  There was something wholesome, old-fashioned, and out-of-place.  Amidst the attraction, Karen was an embarrassment compared to the rebellious rock-n-roll influences attracting my childish attention.  It was a secret passion and mystery to listen as closely as I could to Karen Carpenter sing.  Helen Welch, aside from entrancing renditions, also provided biographical information on the Carpenters.  I felt she made an erroneous remark when she commented that when she first saw Karen singing ‘Rainy Days and Mondays’ she was stunned how young Karen was.  Helen was convinced it was not possible for someone so young and pretty to sing so authentically of suffering.  It was Karin’s talent alone providing such depth to the song.  I am convinced she misunderstood, underestimating human potential under the influence of grace.  Karin was a young woman of immense and intense humility, aware on an inner level that can only be attributed to grace.  There was something she was able to convey coming from the depth of her being, something she would never be able to apply to her life.  Her heart had something weighty to say that her life could not embrace.  Establishing unprecedented success as a singer, she never saw herself as a singer growing up.  Her brother convinced her to sing.  She was so shy and introverted they had to ply her out from hiding, pulling her away from the obstruction of her drum kit.  It was her desire to sing while playing concealed amongst her drums.  Exploding onto massive worldly success, her handlers and brother, who became addicted to Quaaludes, forced a horrendous schedule of constant touring.  Stripped of a personal life, she was truly a shy goofy girl deprived of the love she could so beautifully sing and define for others.  Her life was a tragedy and amidst tragedy God reigns supreme, interiorly influencing toward a greater love.  I have no doubt, openly admitting to a bit of romanticism, that the longing for love, the awareness of sorrow was graced upon the interior life of Karen during the tenderness of youth.  She was a young lady living with an abandoned heart; desperate, helpless, and alone on the spiritual level.  Under the roasting glare of the spotlight, she remained hidden.  God would foresee the terror of a soul longing so deeply for love, unrequited and alone upon the deepest levels—a woman who would starve herself to the point of death at the age of thirty-two.  What agony, confusion, and pain she must have known, while the grandeur of fame and riches meant nothing to her.  Detached upon a destructive and suicidal path, God had to be working on her to bring her to the understanding of genuine and everlasting love.  In her song, ‘I Need To Be In Love’, she sadly sings:

The hardest thing I’ve ever done is keep believing
There’s someone in this crazy world for me
The way that people come and go through temporary lives
My chance could come and I might never know

I used to say “No promises, let’s keep it simple”
But freedom only helps you say goodbye
It took a while for me to learn that nothing comes for free
The price I paid is high enough for me

I know I need to be in love
I know I’ve wasted too much time
I know I ask perfection of a quite imperfect world

And fool enough to think that’s what I’ll find

So here I am with pockets full of good intentions
But none of them will comfort me tonight
I’m wide awake at 4 a.m. without a friend in sight
I’m hanging on a hope but I’m all right

No Karin you were not alright.  Where sin increased, grace abounded all the more…God was calling you through the madness, drawing you into a deeper mystery, crucifying you through worldly success and the lacking of that what you held dearest.  God never allowed you to enjoy love, even within a failed marriage, holding you negligent in order to enfold you within an eternal love.  I pray it is not just my thoughts dallying in romance.

“Goodbye To Love”

I’ll say goodbye to love
No one ever cared if I should live or die
Time and time again the chance for love
has passed me by
And all I know of love
is how to live without it
I just can’t seem to find it.

So I’ve made my mind up I must live
my life alone
And though it’s not the easy way
I guess I’ve always known
I’d say goodbye to love.

There are no tomorrows for this heart of mine
Surely time will lose these bitter memories

And I’ll find that there is someone to believe in
And to live for something I could live for.

All the years of useless search
Have finally reached an end
Loneliness and empty days will be my
only friend
From this day love is forgotten
I’ll go on as best I can.

What lies in the future
is a mystery to us all
No one can predict the wheel of fortune
as it falls
There may come a time when I will see that
I’ve been wrong
But for now this is my song.

And it’s goodbye to love

‘ll say goodbye to love.

An enjoyable night of entertainment, light hearted and delightful in experience, while underneath a deeper mystery lingers. Karen every lyric you sing, I envision you aiming your words toward the Sacred Heart of Jesus.  It is interesting her brother Richard would marry a woman named Mary, enjoying five beautiful children.

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Noon prayer

Resounding to prayer, calliopean proclamation on into the interior chamber,
Caste metal formed into a larger than life bells, matter on into harmonious transubstantiation,
Precisely timed concussions, premediated and dictated, cascading impacts striking voluminous tones,
Centered points of emanation, proceeding from an origin, sounding out to be heard,
Reverberating, going forth, ripples of sound penetrating, wave upon wave,
Repeating patterns, human endeavor, sender/receiver, in between silence, birds singing, secretly kissing and blessing,
Abounding emphatic during the time of Mass, sacred sacrifice, and the shadow of the Lamb,
In fields a far working noon day sowing, an Angelus breaks descends upon receiving,
Toiling the soil, ash from ash return to ash, oscitant in nature, neighbors smile to one another,
Waving and vibrating, wiping the multitude of sweat from the brow, the ringing portends surreptitious prayer and the hierarchy of the world,
Fading on into dissipation, the wavering intoning merges into nothingness, leaving no trail,
The uttering rope, a knot at the end, dangles lifeless in the lack of a wind, a moment no longer at hand,
Waiting, anticipating, the bell settles on into stillness, close in proximity, chanting for none to be heard, voices further the righteous glorification of God.

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