“I Am In thy Hands, O Mary”, Dominican Sisters of Mary, Mother of the Eucharist, Doctor Scott Piper, Sir Joseph Andrew Bogdanowicz, OP & Sr. Maria Miguel Wright, OP; from the album “Mater Eucharistiae”, (2013)
I am sorry for the hiatus, but life has become unpleasant and stressful with a series of blows including family in the hospital, IT server crashes in my business, government intervention in the Canadian drug business which threatens us perhaps, and a serious sense of crisis and preoccupation has mitigated against posting lately.
I will get this post out and at this time I am uncertain when the next post will appear. Please forgive this break.
Father John Kane
There is a wonderful little book by John A. Kane called “How To Make A Good Confession” in which I have recently found tremendous consolation with respect to inner feelings which I have been going through for several years now.
I am going to quote from his writing here:
“The end (purpose) of sorrow, both natural and supernatural, is correction, change. Supernatural sorrow must wean the soul from sin and turn it to God; it must, in other words, work repentance, for to repent is to change. The punishment of sin is meant to deter from sin. It is first corrective and then penal.
… Sorrow, therefore, is a divine power when it restrains the soul from sin; in short when it “worketh penance, steadfast unto salvation.” The soul honestly appraising its past sins and their consequences cannot but be deeply touched with a sorrow prolific of perennial penitence. Holy Scripture insists on lifelong repentance.
“Blessed is the man that feareth the Lord” (Ps. 111:1). “With fear and trembling work out your salvation.”(Phil. 2:12). “Be you humbled under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in the time of visitation.” (1 Pet. 5:6). “The sorrow that is according to God worketh penance, steadfast unto salvation.” “Converse in fear during the time of your sojourning here.” (1 Pet. 1:17). “He that humbleth himself shall be exalted.” (Luke 18:14).
“… One thought underlies all these texts; they express one dominant truth. And this momentously significant verity that comes out of them all is the idea of constant repentance.
(continued in part 2)
“9And I say to you, Ask, and it shall be given you: seek, and you shall find: knock, and it shall be opened to you. 10For every one that asketh, receiveth; and he that seeketh, findeth; and to him that knocketh, it shall be opened. 11And which of you, if he ask his father bread, will he give him a stone? or a fish, will he for a fish give him a serpent? 12Or if he shall ask an egg, will he reach him a scorpion? 13If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father from heaven give the good Spirit to them that ask him? (Luke 11: 9-13)
“Mother of Sorrows”, Benedictines of Mary Queen of Apostles, from the album “Lent At Ephesus”, (2014)
Writing this on Friday morning … thinking about my life … of sin … and self indulgence, the places and times when self sacrifice was not in the ascendance. Lots of food for thought there, lots of decades of self. Lots of reasons for contrition and amendment. When and why did I start to diverge from the spirit of our times?
Outside my head, WOW! What a morning, quite in keeping with my state of mind! It’s cold here and snowing heavily, blowing also, about 6 inches down now and more coming, first snow since November 2017 and the first heavy snow of this winter.
Lots of shoveling now and probably all day, and making sure everything is cleared before folks start coming in, in an hour or so depending on how long it takes them to dig out and get their trucks running.
Finding crosses, suffering and sacrifice in the daily duties of our station in life, where God put us. Finding the will of God in the myriad minutia of the duties of my state in life.
Enough navel gazing for now, I have to start digging out, so I will stop writing for a while.
Wow, that day went fast, 12 hours later and it is still snowing, it’s about -10 degrees Celsius, that’s about 14 degrees Fahrenheit, but it is blowing harder and drifting now. I’m real glad there is no reason to be on the roads tonight or tomorrow. I bet there will be a lot of shoveling tomorrow. It’s a good thing we don’t open our doors until 10:00 AM on Saturdays.
Anyway, … the inner struggle … that’s what I was getting on about in this post. I have noticed that from time to time discussion arises and articles appear and the topic of the “Antichrist” comes up more or less frequently. “Antichrist” seems to be a favorite pejorative amongst certain groups, and it is at least as meaningful and helpful as “knuckledragger” and “Neanderthal” are amongst other groups.
I suppose the clique’s “group think” defines the pejorative favored, with one group seeing things in terms of good and evil and another group seeing things in terms of smart or stupid, the implication always being that “the other” is the bad one or the stupid one. At first blush, my reflexive reaction is “A pox on both your houses!” Upon further reflection I then find myself asking “What would Jesus do?” and then a bit further on “Does this bring me closer to God?”
Whenever the mudslinging starts, whichever gang starts slinging, it seems always to be in the context of some particularly egregious insanity or inanity, proposed or committed, by some other group or some powerful individual who is disagreed with, or some collection of individuals moving the narrative in a direction disruptive of the sacred views espoused by the narrator of the moment.
Alternatively, one specific public figure or another, George Soros, Donald Trump, Hillary Clinton, Justin Trudeau, Rachel Notley, Pope Francis, Cardinal Kaspar, Vlad Putin, Kim Jong-un, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, even Barry Obama, … I mean … seriously … pick your favorite target to hate, you get my drift.
There are literally thousands, maybe even millions, of high profile people pontificating about their views, and what is wrong with the world, and what they are going to do about it.
Seriously folks … Obama as Satan … what Kool-Aid are you drinking?
When humanity starts to believe that there is no-one in charge, no one responsible for the “strategic” big picture things in life humans are very quick to turn to golden idols and self proclaimed messiahs.
And any self proclaimed messiah who is not our favorite choice receives a rising tide of speculative negative attention depending upon the day, or the tides, or the level of confusion, frequently along the lines of he/she/it must be the Antichrist.
Thomas Cranmer, 1489 – 1556
This is especially true if that individual is the target of vilification from many directions at once by many disenchanted narrators. These unhappy narrators, narrowly focused on preaching their own gospel, and defending their own position.
These vocal, “important”, narrators who have picked their chosen hill to die on, and are now understandably hungry, highly motivated to convince their followers, their power base, their meal ticket, of the truth of their gospel.
They need someone to contribute, to “drop the offering in the collection plate”. And the target demographic is comprised of some group or other or perhaps many groups, perhaps the equivalent of our modern notion of the “low information voter”.
These narrators do a dog pile on the chosen target, perhaps under the assumption that “the enemy of my enemy is my friend”. For example, along these lines for several centuries now, many Protestant writers and leaders have identified the Roman Catholic Pope as “The Antichrist”.
However that may be, over the centuries many folks have assigned the status of “Antichrist” to any number of other folks who were on their personal dirt list for any reason but mainly for political reasons. Claiming this seems to be nothing more than a desperate “Ad Hominum” attack when they have nothing factual or truthful, that is “substantive truth”, upon which to base their argument.
“What would Jesus do?”
It’s all pride and personal ambition. My razor when reading these diatribes is to ask the questions: “What would Jesus do?” and “Does this bring me closer to God?”
I don’t see the Antichrist as an individual, it just doesn’t line up with my current personal understanding of reality. Yes, there are outliers of evil and standout perpetrators throughout history, and these persons, these figures in history, seem to be fairly evenly distributed amongst all cultures and religions all over the world.
It appears to me that this sort of behaviour, this sort of personal “character” is more attributable to their sheer humanness than to any particular system of beliefs. But from my point of view, I just don’t see the idea of “Antichrist” as a specific, living, substantial being, that is to say, one individual encompassing all evil and directing the whole thing as an articulated individual with a master plan.
Yes, we believe in Jesus Christ as the Head, in the Christian understanding. Given the obvious vagaries of human free will apparent in the world over time, it seems reasonable that there must then be, necessarily, the “not Christ” … the absence of Christ … the Antichrist. I think so anyway, the “Antichrist” is the “Not Christ”, the absence of Christ. I think that the “Antichrist” is in effect “the mystical body of Satan”, in a kind of analog of “the Mystical Body of Christ” in the Christian Tradition.
I guess that some explanation might be necessary in understanding of the concept of “The Mystical Body of Christ”, within the context of Roman Catholicism. As most of my readers probably are aware, I am a Roman Catholic. That is the filter through which I understand reality.
My understanding of the Mystical Body of Christ is one of the real existence of a mystical union of all Christians into a spiritual body with Jesus Christ as their head. This belief grows, in our Tradition, from the New Testament and Christianity’s roots in Judaism.
In Christian Scripture, St. Paul’s letters to the Corinthians and the Romans both use the image of a body, with a head that is Christ and many bodily members, with many abilities and talents, namely we Christian believers. The belief in the Mystical Body describes the relationship between Christ and Christians, namely the Head and the body of believers. Wow, it’s getting late … gotta go eat to keep body and soul together.
When does a snow storm become a blizzard?
Well, now it’s tomorrow morning, Saturday, even colder now, still snowing, -21 degrees Celsius, that’s -5.8 Fahrenheit, and it’s blowing hard, driving the new snow into hard packed drifts.
When does a “Snowstorm” become a “Blizzard”? Maybe it’s when it is widespread, maybe the amount of snow, or the temperature, or the wind-speed, or perhaps even the dramatic license of the weather reporters? Who knows really what makes a snow storm into a blizzard.
Talking to customers yesterday and reports that an hour away in some directions they had no snow but three hours to the west everyone there and in between got lots of snow. Whatever … lots more shoveling today I guess, off and on, as circumstances permit and the demands of customers allow.
Well, another day just blew by in a twinkling of my eye. It’s Saturday night, time for bed, it’s -14 degrees Celsius, it’s still blowing and it’s still snowing lightly. Let’s see what tomorrow brings.
More to follow on Christ and Antichrist and the spirit of the times …
Putting away the roaring worship of the “Self” in all it’s manifestations … is the first step back towards a sense of sin, remorse, contrition and repentance …
Koto Harp. nice comment found today, rang a bell of recognition … The single purpose of youtube comments is to drastically lower your hopes of seeing mankind survive the next century without stupidifying each other to death. That being said, this is enjoyable music.
Yesterday’s post, on review, was rather negative. What is so wrong with my thinking that I feel at some level a steady low level of anger that the world doesn’t go the way I believe it should? If I truly believe that this world will pass away and is simply not important, then why get upset that we have termites chewing away in the bilges of the world bringing us ever closer the final sinking?
I should be looking forward to the sinking with joy, not resenting the termites because they are “getting away” with something and I feel it is just not right. Just let it go Joe, let them be.
I feel a mixture of sorrow and hurt, sorrow that so many don’t see what I see and cannot give me any coherent reason for their different belief except to brand me “stupid”. Hurt that my natural brilliance goes unrecognized when I should be applauded, and somewhere in there a desire for revenge for the hurt inflicted by being set up as a straw puppet for the rubes to yell at.
A wonderful target for the crowd to throw rotten fruit at while screaming invective. When I put this little stew of emotion and thought together the outcome, what I “feel” is “Anger”.
I “feel” that this conduct, this way of living and interacting with others, both they with I, and I with they, slides into “evil”. Evil being the absence of God, rather than a separate power in opposition to God. There is no “Dark Side” Luke. There is no “Force”. There is just God, and no God. And right now the no God side appears to be winning.
Am I not clearly told in scripture that “The gates of Hell shall not prevail against us”? Why isn’t that enough for me? Why do I feel I have a right to be angry about the state of affairs and angry at the folks who don’t see things I do? Pride and a desire for recognition, a recognition that I am right and the crowd doesn’t get it?
Why on earth, Ha! … on earth, would anyone in their right mind expect the crowd to suddenly see the light and not respond badly to anyone who tells them they are naked and better get dressed quick ’cause there’s a cold wind a-comin’.
Obviously the right conclusion is that I am so wrapped up in my own pride that I just don’t see reality myself. I am blind to reality.
Disclaimer for nitpickers: We take pride in being incomplete, incorrect, inconsistent, and unfair. We do all of them deliberately