Saturday, December 25, 2010

Happy Happy Joy Joy!!

A most blessed Feast of the Beginning of the End of our Separation from God to you, and to your kith and kin!

Let us rejoice, today is born our Savior, Christ the Lord, the Word made Flesh, Son of God and Son of Man, I AM who comes to set his people free!

Oh, and by the way, don't worry about that whole "X-Mas" thing. It's kinda like when people trying to insult the Church use an upside down cross, forgetting that that is St. Peter's cross, so they're actually honoring the first Pope...

You know that fish thing with the strange letters? ΙΧΘΥΣ (ichthus) is the Greek word for fish. It also is an acrostic for this phrase: Ιησους Χριστος Θεου Υιοσ Σωτηρ (Iesous Christos Theou Huios Soter), which means "Jesus Christ God's Son Savior."

"X" is simply our representation of the Greek "Χ", which is the first letter of Χριστος - Christ.

Also, did you know that "Christmas" is a shortening of "Christ's Mass"?

And the Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us, and we saw his glory, the glory as of the Father's only Son, full of grace and truth.

Merry Christmas!!

Monday, December 20, 2010

The First Joyful Mystery

Him, Virgin, Who You Conceived
The Annunciation

Χαῖρε, κεχαριτωμένη, ὁ κύριος μετὰ σοῦ. Hail, Full-of-Grace, the Lord is with you.

With these words, the Archangel Gabriel greets the Mother of God. So too do we greet her as ourmother when we pray her Rosary. This first line is what gave the "Hail Mary" its earlier title: "The Angelic Salutation."

The Annunciation brings forth the mystery of God's desire to cooperate with our nature and our wills. After the fall of Adam and Eve, He could have done anything He so desired, appearing on the earth fully grown, coming as a powerful King attended by the court of heaven, or not even coming to us at all, simply leaving us to wallow in our sin.

But instead, he came to us in utter humility, asking to be born.

God sent his messenger Gabriel to Mary, a virgin betrothed to the man Joseph, a descendant of David. This angel greets her not by her name, but by a title. We know this because the particular word Gabriel uses, which translates as hail in English and ave in Latin (think "Hail Ceaser"), is used in Luke elsewhere by those who question or mock Christ's kingship, "Hail, King of the Jews."

Understandably, she was, "greatly troubled at what was said and pondered what sort of greeting this might be." (Luke 1:29) It's no small thing to be A) greeted by an angel, and B) greeted by an obvious allusion to royalty. It's no small thing to be asked to be God's mother.

We, too, should then be troubled, for He who stands knocking at the door of our heart is asking us for our fiat, our "Let it be done unto me according to thy word." He wishes to be born in our hearts as He was born in Mary's womb, a font of life within us.

The Community of Saint John talks about this desire of Christ, and need of ours, by throwing out the "recharging your batteries" analogy of the faith. So often we get the sense that our "religious" life or our "faith" life is separate and distinct from our "outside" life or our "real" life, and so we bring Christ to those around us like a bucket brings water from the well.

But did Christ say, "I am the Way, and the Truth, and the Faith Life"? Didn't think so.

We must not return to the source every Sunday to "recharge the battery." Eucharist is the source and summit of our spiritual life, but Sunday worship isn't about us, it's about Him. We go because He has asked us to, not because we get something out of it. It's not that we should deny the great gift that we receive, but rather that we should recognize that it is a gift, not something to be grasped at.

Instead, what we should see is that He doesn't wish us to carry Him as in a bucket, because when the bucket is empty, there's none left for us, and we risk becoming spiritually dead. He came that we might have life, and have it more abundantly. He came that He might be the font of life welling up within us!!

The mystery of the Annunciation is that I AM, the creator of all, asked His creature, Mary, to be His mother, to bring Him to the world. The mystery of the Annunciation is that I AM, the creator of all, asks His creatures, us, to be His mother and brothers and sisters, to bring Him to the world. He desires to be born in our hearts that He might send the Spirit of God to be the fons vivus, ignis, caritas - the font of life, fire and love which indwells in our spirit always, not just in our "faith life."

There is so much more about this mystery which can be explored and told, such as how the same words are used to describe Mary being "filled by the Holy Spirit" and the presence of God filling the Ark of the Covenant, or how the tense of verb used as her title points to her Immaculate Conception. However, I think I'll paraphrase John here by noting that if we were to blog about all the facets of the Mystery of the Assumption, the interwebz could not contain it all. Instead, I leave you with Luke 1:26-37 from theDouay-Rheims translation:

And in the sixth month, the angel Gabriel was sent from God into a city of Galilee, called Nazareth, to a virgin espoused to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David; and the virgin's name was Mary. And the angel being come in, said unto her: Hail, full of grace, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women. Who having heard, was troubled at his saying, and thought with herself what manner of salutation this should be. And the angel said to her: Fear not, Mary, for thou hast found grace with God.

Behold thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and shalt bring forth a son; and thou shalt call his name Jesus. He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the most High; and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of David his father; and he shall reign in the house of Jacob for ever. And of his kingdom there shall be no end. And Mary said to the angel: How shall this be done, because I know not man? And the angel answering, said to her: The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee, and the power of the most High shall overshadow thee. And therefore also the Holy which shall be born of thee shall be called the Son of God.

And behold thy cousin Elizabeth, she also hath conceived a son in her old age; and this is the sixth month with her that is called barren: Because no word shall be impossible with God. And Mary said: Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it done to me according to thy word. And the angel departed from her.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

So much time, so little to do... I mean, so little much, so time to... Gah...

So, I realize my last post hasn't been for some time now... Pic related.

Life's been... busy...

But things have slowed down a little bit before the final push for... um... finals... Um... should've thought that one through I suppose... Wow... Look at all these ellipses... ...

...

S0, yeah, I'm going to attempt to have an actual post up in the next few days, hopefully something in the Rosary Project.

This is all speculation, of course. Next week is finals week...

Oh no... more ellipses... They're after me!!!!!!!!!

In case you haven't noticed, I've lost several sanity points over the last few weeks. It's a little like playing Eternal Darkness: Sanity's Requiem with the sanity at zero. The worst is when the blue screen and the flies start. Stupid BSOD.

Okay, time for sleep, probably. I'll be back. Hopefully.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Concerning Sheeple (De Ovepolum)

I've been a baaaaaaad boy...

I have had a very painful revelation recently. Most of them are, when we discover something about ourselves we've been criticizing in others.

Cue wavy fade out to grey, as we draw our fingers down the canvas of memory... dodododo dodododo dodododo dodododo...

I was in high school or so when I first started to become politically conscious. I mean, I think I always knew that I was a Republican, but I didn't really care until about High School. That's when I started listening to talk radio.

Now, I don't agree with everything said on talk radio, but I do agree with a fair amount of it, and I liked it that someone else was talking about moves the government is making that didn't make me entirely comfortable.

One thing in particular I approved of was the distinct distaste for sheeple. Sheeple? you ask? Yes, Sheeple, those hair-brained woolies who only listen to what the media/news/hollywood tell them, who don't think for themselves. If only people thought for themselves, and really took a look at those people they keep voting in, maybe we could do something with this country!

Little did I know, I wasn't really thinking about the issue of sheeple. I was being a sheeple in hating sheeple...

Now, I don't deny that our country is easily swayed in its opinion by pretty folks in front of a camera spouting off the most recent politically correct and accepted theory about life/morality/the environment/etc. That being said, I realized that the term sheeple is and is only used as condescension. It is a dehumanization of our ideological opponents, and has no business in the vocabulary of politics.

How can I truly criticize someone for dehumanizing the growing person in the womb by calling them a "fetus" or a "blob of tissue," when I am dehumanizing them by calling them a sheeple? Even if I never use the term to their face, it colors my opinions of and my interactions with these people I disagree with.

It does more harm than good.

As I was thinking about this, I realized another truth that had been staring me in the face since the day I was born. You know what most people think of us Orthodox Catholics as? Sheeple.

If you have ever discussed faith with a bible-protestant, especially one who knows you are Catholic, you can tell there is among at least some a certain lack of respect for the faith of someone who hasn't worked to memorize the bible. They accuse us of blindly following Rome (to hell, some would add), of not reading and understanding the scriptures for ourselves.

Of course, our defense is strong in the Catholic faith. We have the authority of the scriptures establishing Peter as head of the church against which even the gates of hell would not prevail. We have a church that has been thinking long and hard about truth, and is there with an explanation whenever we ask.

But why is this necessary? Why is it OK to trust someone other than ourselves to tell us the truth about life, even the truth about ourselves?

Because we are human.

The human person is finite, and while it is good to not over-specialize, even the specialist cannot know everything these is to know in their field. It is simply not possible for us to know everything, which is why we rely on teachers, and experts. That is the Catholic's defense: it is the repository of the fullness of truth on earth so that we have recourse to it, so that we don't have to go it alone, and know everything ourselves.

But then, isn't it the same with politics? Don't I trust that whatever candidate has a high approval rating from Planned Parenthood and a poor one from the National Right to Life Committee has a pro-choice voting record and does not represent my morality? Don't I trust that the candidate approved of by the Tea Party is more likely to try and cut government spending?

While I do believe that we have a duty to inspect politicians as best we are able before voting for them, there are simply too many candidates in too many elections, too many thoughts, and not enough truth, and it is impossible for us to sort it all out.

And then it dawned on me fully. Matthew 9:36:

And seeing the multitudes, he had compassion on them: because they were distressed, and lying like sheep that have no shepherd.

Of course they're sheeple! We are all sheeple! It is in our very nature to seek out a leader, to seek out someone to teach us what is right and what is wrong. The problem is, we've been following false shepherds, and the wolves have come in sheep's clothing to live among us, and to tell us that the Shepherd is actually a vindictive and vengeful man who beats the sheep.

He has a shepherd's crook, it's true, but it's for the wolves that he aims.

We are scared to listen to anything, to believe in anything, most of all the one thing it matters most to believe in. We have become self-reliant and isolationist, which is a distinctly un-human condition.

We are the sheep of the flock of the Lord, the Good Shepherd. It is not that we should not think, that we should not strive for the truth, but rather that we should always bring our thoughts and our desires, our ideas and our beliefs, and weigh them against the voice of our Good Shepherd, on the lips of the helpers He has sent us through the gate of ordination.

My fellow sheeple, ewe and I should be careful to follow the True Shepherd.

The Joyful Mysteries

The Joyful Mysteries tell us of how Christ came into this world, and of his early years.  They are:

  1. The Annunciation
    Quem, Virgo, concepisti.
    Him, Virgin, Whom thou didst conceive.

  2. The Visitation
    Quem visitando Elisabeth portasti.
    Him Whom thou didst carry when visiting Elizabeth.
  3. The Nativity
    Quem, Virgo, Genuisti.
    Him, Virgin, Whom thou didst give birth to.
  4. The Presentation in the Temple
    Quem in templo praesentasti.
    Him Whom thou didst present in the temple.
  5. The Finding in the Temple
    Quem in templo invenisti.
    Him Whom thou didst find in the temple.

These mysteries are a wonderful reflection on the beginning of the end of our separation with God.  They are also, I was instructed by a friend, a wonderful reflection for Melancholics (the temperament), as the Joyful Mysteries are also a reflection on the dignity which God intended for His creation.

In these mysteries, we follow Mary from the conception of Christ to her finding of Him in the temple, and see in her the perfect and best example of what it means to be Christian.  She was the first to hear and believe, and to do the will of the Father.  She is the New Eve, the First Christian, and Our Mother, given to us at the cross.  We would do well to honor her, and to imitate her.  

Mary, Mother of the Word Incarnate, pray for us!

The Rosary Project

I am starting a new series of posts, which will all be tagged "Rosary Project" so that you can get them by themselves.  I will also likely update this post or start a page to track them all as I post them.

There is a legend about the rosary which has struck me since I first heard it.  In it, St. Dominic was in the south of France preaching against a very dangerous heresy which was inciting despair and utter lawlessness.  He preached tirelessly, but was driven from town after town.

He was in the forest one day, praying, bitter at the lack of success in converting the people whose souls he was trying to save, when Our Lady appeared to him, accompanied by angels.

She told him to not be surprised that he was achieving nothing.  Did he not know that when the Word of God came to the earth, the earth was first watered by the Angelic Salutation (Hail, Full of Grace, the Lord is with you)?

She instructed him to go into the towns, to teach the people her Psalter (the Rosary), and after leading them in the recitation of these Angelic Salutations, to instruct the people in simplicity - the mysteries of the Rosary.

This series is meant to be a 20+ piece reflection on the rosary, that Crown of Roses which we weave for Our Mother every time we pray it.  While I may include some posts as a defense of the rosary against various slanders and attacks, I mostly wish to share my reflections, in the hope that you will gain something from them.

If nothing else, I will be spending more time with Our Mother, which is reward enough.

Pray for us, O Holy Mother of God, that we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ!

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

The Singing Stone

Sometimes I feel like I am a singing stone.  I know that seems somewhat of an odd thing to say, but allow me to draw a few passages of scriptures together to illustrate what I mean.

Psalm 51:17

Lord, open my lips; my mouth will proclaim your praise.

Jeremiah 20:9

I say to myself, I will not mention him, I will speak in his name no more. But then it becomes like fire burning in my heart, imprisoned in my bones; I grow weary holding it in, I cannot endure it.

Luke 19:40

He said in reply, "I tell you, if they keep silent, the stones will cry out!"
The first is used in the opening of the Liturgy of the Hours, the second is of course from my namesake, and the third has always had a remarkable staying power with these other two texts.

Do you ever feel like this?

Like the truth of His Love is all bottled up inside you, just looking for a release?

Like if you don't start telling people about Him, you might burst into flames?

Like in this age where "Freedom of Religion" has morphed into "Freedom from Religion," all you want to do is shout in a exultant cry, "Jesus Christ is LORD, to the Glory of God the Father, in the Power of the Holy Spirit!"

I suppose that's why I started blogging.  My long-suffering wife has heard all of this in some form or another at least twice, I'm sure, and I usually have her proofread anything I post.

The spirit of this age is oppressive, choking freedom by the false freedom of license. 

We have grown sluggish and tired, and we who ought to be proclaiming Him (myself included) grow scared, or timid, and don't want to rock the boat.

Except, when all other voices grow silent, these very stones shall break into song.

I leave you with a verse from a song I wrote on retreat once.

Lord open my lips,
'Cause I've been silent as a stone.
But even these stones shall sing your praise,
And again my mouth will proclaim your praise.