Chants Worth Taking

23 Jan

Lately I’ve been going to Mass at a beautiful church run by an order of Dominican friars. At the beginning of Mass all the Dominicans gather on either side of the altar and sing the Introit.

Introit  (in trō it) n.  1. The city next to the largest city in Michigan. 2.  German word for “come inside, dinner’s on the table.” 3. A short prayer sung when the priest begins Mass.

The 3rd definition listed is the one I would like to call your attention to, since the first two are utterly false.  Yes, though we Catholics are used to starting Mass with an entrance hymn, the Church officially prefers chanting the Introit instead. I understand why. When a devoted band of Dominican friars begins singing chant in two or three part harmony, your soul necessarily rises up a little closer to God. There’s something about the way it isn’t sung according to a fixed rhythm—it feels like an ocean moving around you, an irregular push-and-pull but with a mind of its own. I wish every parish would drop the hymns (except in some cases) and start doing chants again.

I feel so strongly about this, in fact, that I decided to engage in a bit of advocacy journalism on the subject. I temporarily doffed my knavish blog persona, donned my Scholarly Egghead costume, and submitted an article to Crisis magazine that lauds the awesomeness of chantin.’ That’s right, I dropped the “g.” “Chantin’.” If you have a minute, please head over to Crisis, read my stuff, and leave some love in the combox!

Have a great day!

I Got an Embryonic Stem Cell for Christmas!

7 Jan

I haven’t gotten a chance to crow online about all my Christmas loot this year.

I’m a great lover of Christmas loot, and–so there’s no ambiguity here–I welcome as many Christmas presents as I can possibly lay my hands on, and IT’S NEVER TOO LATE. I won’t be offended by any late presents that TSOW readers might want to send along–you know, as in: you ordered the unabridged, fully annotated Summa Theologica in hardcover for me, but Fed Ex delivered it to your house the Tuesday after Christmas, darn them, and now it’s just sitting there on your kitchen counter and you just don’t know if sending it this late would be offensive to me–it won’t be. In fact, it would ease the pain of not getting a Gandalf pipe, which was high on my wish list. Reading Bad Catholic’s post on pipes the other day only made my suffering more acute.

I’m, of course, thrilled to bits over the loot that I DID get (so far, wink, wink), which leads me to a strange discovery I want to share with you. As you may know, I’m a passionate fan of music, almost all music, and way up at the top of my favorite musicians is Peter Gabriel. My excellent wife bought me his most recent release, New Blood. It’s a lush symphonic arrangement of many of his best songs. I’ve been listening to it a couple of times a day–it is extremely well arranged, it’s creative, inventive, and Pete sounds great. It’s just a really cool achievement. Here’s the cover:

That’s right–you don’t know what it is. I didn’t either. Photograph of an organic ball on a metal thing. Looks microscopic. I didn’t spend much time thinking about it. Then, one day, while giving the CD another listen, I was reading through the liner notes, and I come across the cover photo credits. The title of the photo is: Embryonic Stem Cell on tip of Needle by Steve Gschmeissner/SPL.

That threw a big wet blanket on my mood. I looked at the photo again and thought: that’s all that’s left of an aborted human being, propped up on the tip of a flippin’ needle so we can photograph it and call it art.

I have no idea where Peter Gabriel stands on this particular issue–he may have no idea that there is a crucial difference between fetal stem cells and adult stem cells. I know he’s an extraordinary composer and songwriter; I know I admire him greatly. But I discarded the cover photo. No offense. I kept the CD, of course–it’s a triumph.

Elsewhere among my Christmas loot was the one-in-a-million late-’60′s collaboration between Frank Sinatra and Antonio Carlos Jobim:

Brilliant renditions of all your favorite Bossa Nova-and-such tunes and, as a bonus, the cover photo does not contain a single reference in favor of abortion, infanticide, immoral bioengineering practices, or any other aspect of the Culture of Death, assuming that pinky ring Frank is wearing isn’t a covert nod to a super-secret, multi-tiered European Eugenics Cult. Can’t rule it out yet.

Anyway, have a great Epiphany, and Merry Christmas, people!

FLASH UPDATE: It’s a mouse! Steve Gschmeissner (about whose work I was completely ignorant) left a comment below and showed a remarkable amount of restraint in letting me know that the stem cell in his photo is from a mouse, not an aborted baby. So, that’s good! Don’t throw away your New Blood covers, people! I’m truly sorry about the confusion I caused, Steve.

I might add, though, that the laws governing the use of human and animal materials aren’t necessarily strict everywhere, and there are large numbers of folk working hard right now to get the doors to embryonic stem cell research thrown wide, and there are artists who would have no problem using aborted human tissue as part of their projects–the same kind of artist who would submerge a crucifix in urine or make an image of Mary out of elephant dung–so I’ve developed a kind of nervous tick about it, I guess. Anyway, Steve Gschmeissner is not in that category and, again, Steve, I apologize. God bless.

Carrying the Cross With a Smile

4 Jan

Connery has nothing at all to do with this post, other than the fact that he's smiling, and he's playing a cool Catholic guy, and...it's just a cool picture.

Hi Kids! Welcome to 2012. Sorry I’ve been incommunicado for awhile, but the Lord family made an Abraham-style journey out of Ur (which is located on the Alabama Gulf Coast, and not in Mesopotamia, as scholars once thought) and settled in Cincinatti, Ohio, a land flowing with snow and chili.

Anyway, I want to dive back into some That Strangest of Wars action, and just now I found a site by a heroic fellow named Steve Gershom. He’s homosexual, AND he’s a faithful, practicing Catholic, AND he seems to be an all-around happy (one might even say “gay”) guy. The following is an excerpt from a particularly great recent post by him which I am reprinting entirely without his permission. I hope he’s O.K. with that.

Steve writes: 

Last night I received this comment on an old post. Read it, friends, and weep.

God loves you fully for who you are – your sexuality is an expression of the love in your soul and heart and God does not require that you repress it unless you really want that (i.e. as a monk)…brother you are trying to be accepted by the church but the true acceptance comes from God – the church’s reasons to oppose gay love are history, fear, self-repression and bigotry–the church has got it wrong and in time will correct it – in the meantime
are rejected and treated as half people – please promise you will try to talk to somebody more open – perhaps Jesuits- please realize God made you as you are and loves you—

     – another Gay Catholic who is a practicing Catholic and has a loving partner.

So much compassion, and so much confusion. The author appears to assume the following things:

  • - That I don’t believe God loves me, SSA and all.
  • - That all sexual feelings are expressions of love.
  • - That the only way to be celibate is through “repression”.
  • - That rejecting the behavior of gay people (or anyone  else) implies a rejection of the people themselves.

So many Catholics have been tricked into believing that they can take the parts they love about Catholicism and leave the parts they don’t. This would be the case if the Church were a philosophy, or a political creed, or a theory. The Church is none of those things.

Definitely go read the rest here.

Steve is an inspiration. I myself have never had any struggles with SSA, but I’ve certainly had my struggles with disordered sexual attractions, as I’m sure most any of you have, as well. Any thoughts, comments, or questions on this subject are welcome. God bless!

The Manchurian Candidate

12 Nov

Allow me to describe the quaint scene at the Lord house on Saturday night at 9:30 PM: the wee ones are all nestled in their beds; Hallie is over on the couch watching girlie shows on her computer with a pair of earbuds on. I’m in my La-Z-Boy wannabe with my own pair of earbuds and my own computer.

Is this the 21st century, or what?

Ironically, I’m not watching a 21st century movie. I’m watching a really excellent film from 1962—one year before the Council Fathers published Sacrosanctum Concilium—only a theology nerd like me would make that connection. Anyway, the film is The Manchurian Candidate. This is maybe the third or fourth time I’ve seen it. It’s brilliant. With the aid of a couple of Hienekens and a couple of Jose Cuervo shots I’m PARTICULARLY perceptive, and I can tell you: The Manchurian Candidate is a great movie. Every scene is meticulously crafted. The casting is perfect; Frank Sinatra is so very good—truly an underappreciated actor. My other favorite from the film—excluding the slithery asian Communist brainwasher named Dr. Yen, of course—is Janet Leigh.

I really am an anachronism; Hallie is, too. We are both in love with bygone eras. Modern guys get all hot and bothered over modern film bombshells—but I’m left cold, people. You can keep your Megan Foxes and your Jessica Simpsons. The two most beautiful ladies in film are long dead: Marilyn Monroe and Janet Leigh. Marilyn’s just awesome: fun and silly and lovely. Janet Leigh, though: beautiful, sultry, smart, sophisticated, and, sadly, doomed to be hacked to pieces by Anthony Perkins. These women from a bygone era…there’s something there that I rarely see anymore. I know my wife’s got it—I guess that accounts for why I laid lips on her in the first place: she’s smart, sexy, silly, cute, glamorous—a Monroe/Leigh combo!!

Assuming she hasn’t been put in place by a hostile Communist regime to manipulate me into performing some heinous act, I have to admit: Hallie’s a dream come true.

What If It’s True?

10 Nov

I remember back when I began to seriously desire a deeper knowledge of the Catholic Church.In particular, I was trying to wrap my mind around her involvement in human history, which nobody can deny is a bloody, joyous, riotous Mardi Gras parade of activity stretching back 2,000 years.

This meant that I eventually had to deal with the Protestant Reformation. I recall a significant amount of trepidation as I began this inquiry; I was afraid of what I would find. I was, at the time, reading Will Durant’s book on the era—he was a fallen away Catholic, and his interpretations of things were colored by a not-always-healthy skepticism and a certain level of disdain for some aspects of the Church, but I took all that with a grain of salt. In the end, I knew I was getting the straight scoop about the Protestant Reformation, come what may.

“…and so I hereby post these 94 Theses which will serve to…oh, wait! I just thought of another one! Don’t look yet!”

I read with eyes squinted and mind braced for some ghastly revelation about the Catholic Church of the 16th century. At every page I felt sure I was going to get a sock to the jaw, some exposé that would bring the authority of the Church into explosive conflict with Jesus, and I would know at last that the two are really irreconcilable, despite whatever they may have in common. And then I would have to gloomily put the Church on a shelf like a photo of an old girlfriend: boy, she was a knock-out, wasn’t she? And smart, too…creative…but, it didn’t work out between us. She was opinionated, kind of manipulative, and could be really hateful sometimes. Oh, well. Maybe I’ll ask Zoroastrianism out—she seems nice, and I’ve never dated a Persian before.

But no such revelation ever came; not the earth-shaking, faith-eradicating sock to the jaw I was dreading—there was plenty of corruption…avarice…prostitutes slithering in and out of rectories and all that. And lots of bad decisions by Church leaders on how to handle those proto-Lutherans and proto-Anglicans and proto-Calvinists, decisions which are very easy for me to criticize with nearly 500 years of cumulative hindsight.

But I also found a strong, living Church, made up of Christ-loving, faithful people, some of them super-heroic (like St. John Fisher and St. Thomas More and Pope St. Pius V), and which included persons born in the years prior to 1517—in other words, saintly people like Ignatius of Loyola who knew full well that the Church needed to be cleansed and renewed, but would never for a moment have advocated breaking away from the Church to start a new one. The very idea would have struck them as oxymoronic; nonsensical.

More importantly, I never found a single instance when the Catholic Church officially declared something that was merely man-made to be synonymous with official divinely sanctioned doctrine rooted in Jesus. Catholics have always distinguished between pious traditions that may or may not be edifying to the faithful (such as the Blessing of the Animals on St. Francis’ feast day) and the awesome non-negotiable stuff, such as the divinity of Jesus or the Real Presence.

For anyone going through a similar process of inquiry let me warmly recommend my friend Devin Rose’s book, If Protestantism Is True. Devin, a former Protestant himself, comes at the subject of Christian truth from a clever angle: as the title suggests, he asks the reader to weigh the things that Protestantism holds dear and then follow them through to their logical consequences—which ends up revealing the inherent non sequiturs.

Devin covers all the big subject areas in the Protestant-Catholic bloodbath debate discussion: the canon of Scripture, history, the sacraments, the question of authority, and more.

One of the best aspects of the book is Devin’s style. He’s a gentleman. He knows how to engage his Protestant readers and challenge them without smashing them into the ground, which is the unfortunate effect of a lot of Catholic/Protestant discussions.

So, you’ll learn a lot from Devin Rose about why what the Catholic Church teaches is true—but you’ll also learn how to proclaim that truth in a way that is appealing. Give If Protestantism is True a shot.

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Zombie Fun

1 Nov

Hi everybody, and Happy Halloween, and Happy All Saints Day, and Happy All Souls Day, and Happy Dedication of the Lateran Basilica in Rome Day (coming up on November 9th, OF COURSE, that special day when Robert the Red-Caped Roman brings tiny replicas of the Lateran Basilica to good little boys and girls EVERYWHERE!!).

I totally missed putting any commemorative posts up for any of the foregoing events…sorry about that. However, since most of us are still peeling flattened peanut butter cups off the couch cushions and the gnats are only just now beginning to gather around our sagging jack-o-lanterns, I thought you might still enjoy a little Halloween silliness by reading this story about zombies. It has a surprise ending. Try it!

God bless!

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The Life of a Nun

20 Oct

I visited Susan today—my oldest sister who is, in fact, a Sister. Here’s a picture of her:

She belongs to the Sisters of the Visitation, a Salesian order. The picture was taken the day she went from postulant to novice, which, among other things, grants her the privilege to shove postulants in the hall and mock them for not being novices. That’s not true at all.

It IS true that, as a novice, she gets a white habit—she’ll get a black one later, after two confirmed kills. That’s not true. She’ll get a black one later, after she takes her perpetual vows.

They’re cloistered, of course, but you can meet with them in a parlor and talk with them through that big square opening you see up there in the picture. It’s hard for me to imagine, but just a short while ago she was going through very tough times, spiritually. These days, she’s filled up with sunlight.

Check out her daily schedule:

 
5:15 am     Rise
6:00          Divine Office
6:30           Mass
7:10            Breakfast
7:45            Mental Prayer
8:30            Divine Office
8:45            Work
11:00           Dinner
12:00 pm    Recreation
12:30           Divine Office
1:30             Work or Study
3:00             SpiritualReading
3:30             Work or Study
4:00             Community Time
5:00             Divine Office
5:15               Mental Prayer
5:45               Free Time
6:00              Supper
6:30               Recreation
8:15                Divine Office
10:00             Lights Out 

 

How do you like those apples?  It’s appalling, really. Nowhere on the entire schedule is: “Play X-Box game of your choice,” or “Frozen Margarita Hour—smoke a high end cigar, time permitting.” And what about movies? It’s just inhuman.

It really is a profound thing to see a member of your family “leave the world” and commit to a nun’s life forever, maybe especially since she made the decision as an older woman. The transformation is amazing—she is now one of those people who, when I see her, I see Jesus. Awesome.

A Post That Will End With the Word “Boo-yah”

11 Oct

Hallie and I finished watching The Mentalist, Season Three the other night, and I’m just going to risk charges of hyperbole and say: it’s the greatest freaking show ever. One of them, anyway. After three complete seasons I can recall only one single weak episode (way back in Season 1). The rest, as I mentioned earlier, is gold.

If you are unfamiliar with the deal-io, Patrick Jane is an extraordinarily gifted sleuth whose overriding motivation is to track down his Moriarty, a fiend named Red John, and wreak vengeance on him for murdering his wife and daughter. The 3rd season builds up masterfully to a final conflict between the two archenemies…and that is all I will say. See? Now I don’t have to write: SPOILERS!! before continuing. I guess I could write: NO SPOILERS!! but what would be the point?

A nice bonus to this season was the Catholic stuff. Patrick Jane himself is extremely jaded and suspicious about everything, so of course he shuns anything religious or spiritual. The writers of the show, on the other hand, have always demonstrated a subtle respect for genuine religious faith, and any fan of the show has likely noticed the shiny gold cross that Patrick’s accomplice, Theresa Lisbon, always has around her neck. In this season we see Lisbon, under duress, holding the cross and chanting Hail Marys—so she’s Catholic, I guess? It was a nice touch, and well handled.

In another episode, a character whose wife’s life  (‘wife’s life’? Hey, I made a rhyme!) is saved by Patrick thanks him by giving him the St. Sebastian medal he wears around his neck. Patrick tries to refuse, at first, but finally accepts, and you’re not entirely sure why—part of it seems to be only because he doesn’t want to be rude to the guy, but you also get the impression that on some level, Patrick is at least briefly open to the fact that the medal might actually be a spiritual aid of some kind. The man who portrays him, Simon Baker, is truly such a good actor that he can convey those kinds of multilayered emotions. Also, Hallie tells me he’s a Catholic in real life, with a bunch of kids and all. If any of you have any insight about the actor or the show I’d love to hear it!

Anyway: The Mentalist, Season 3, a masterpiece, I had to watch the season finale twice, I highly recommend it. Boo-yah!

Reincarnation: The Big Conclusion

8 Sep

We have a winner!!!

But don’t scroll down and see who it is yet, if you can control yourself.

Here’s the answer to why I, as a Catholic, do not believe in reincarnation: Because Jesus says so.

For your convenience, I offer the following negative response for you to cut and paste into the combox, complete with lots of words in ALL CAPITALS, so you don’t have to waste anymore of your valuable time:

“What what WHAT?!! What kind of crummy answer is THAT?! Boy, what a disappointment—blind DOGMATISM from a guy who’s supposed to KNOW better. Dan Lord, you stink. Would you believe in a FLAT EARTH if Jesus said so?”

O.K., now for a wee explanation of my answer.

First, there is one thing that probably ought to be stated even though it looks like most of you are already aware of it, which is the fact that there are two fundamentally opposed views of reincarnation. At the risk of sounding like a Waffle House menu, we can call one kind “Eastern style”, and the other “Western style.”

Western style reincarnationists like the idea of reincarnation but cannot let go of a certain notion that has always been taught by the Judaeo-Christian culture in which they were raised: namely, that each person has a unique individual relationship with a personal God. In other words: God made you, and there is no substitute for you, and God wants you (yeah, you, kid!) to live forever with Him in heaven.

Eastern style reincarnationists, on the other hand, reject personal identity as an illusion.* There is nothing like a “self” as we understand it that is transferred in reincarnation—only a kind of stored up “tendency” toward selflessness.

The author of the CBS article  from my previous post makes no such distinction between the two types, but it is clear that the people at that conference in New York are “Western style”; they cling to the belief that they as individuals survive fundamentally intact from one life to another—that would explain why they are sometimes able to bring along some memories from past lives.

Only, I’m not buying it. I know some of you are favorable to it, but hear me out.

When I say “Jesus says so,” it’s a mouthful. It denotes an entire structure of causality that breaks down roughly like this:

  1. Jesus is God, the Truth Incarnate. Why do we think that? For the following reasons, all of which can be strongly backed up with logic and empirical evidence:
    1. Because He said so, and to back it up…
    2. He did and said things no mere mortal could do or say, culminating in the fact that…
    3. After he died he brought himself gloriously back to life.
  2. Jesus taught his chosen dudes, the Apostles, truth.
  3. He gave them an actual (not just a symbolic or analogical) share in his power, including the ability to express infallibly the truth about certain things. Remember, for instance, Luke 10:16: “He who hears you hears me, and he who rejects you rejects me…”
  4. They proceeded to teach the truth and elaborate on it as necessary.
  5. They passed their power on to other methodically chosen dudes.
  6. One of those dudes, Paul, wrote this: “men die only once, and after that comes judgment” (Heb. 9:27).
  7. The methodically chosen and similarly gifted dudes who came after him for the next 2K years upheld the same teaching.

The thing is, Jesus tells us many things about who we are, why we’re here, and where we’re going. A lot of it really puts our brains to work—stuff that involves a lot of theological reasoning or deduction from the natural law. But some of it asks us to rely entirely on our faith in Jesus.

Ummm...I don't get it.

For instance: the Holy Trinity. Nobody before Jesus saw that one coming. Three Persons in one Godhead? Are you crazy? And you can’t demonstrate it, either. Shamrocks are vaguely helpful, I guess, for teaching it to 1st graders, but we have to remember that we are talking about something that exists beyond our ordinary powers of reason. We believe that God is Three Persons in One Godhead because Jesus said so.

You cannot demonstrate exactly what happens after you die, either—some of you already pointed that out in the combox. Our powers of logic and deduction start to break down when it comes to exactly what happens after death. Instead, we trust in what Jesus has revealed to us through the Church he personally established—which speaks with His voice, so to speak, His authority, when she tells us universally applicable things about our faith or morals.

Someone might tell you differently than Jesus about what happens when we die. Maybe it’s someone we trust and love, someone whose opinion we value. Let’s go ahead and say it’s the Buddha himself, Siddhartha Gautama, one of the holiest, most trustworthy representatives of reincarnation EVER—but he’s not God, see? By his own insistence. He’s just a man, so his knowledge is flawed and limited. Jesus has no such limitations. The question we all have to ask is: do I really believe Jesus is God?

Alright, so there you have it—surely, food for thought, if nothing else, right?

And now, without further ado, the winner of this little contest, the one whose answer most closely matches the one I just gave, is:

Jen Ambrose AND Mary Kruger!!!!

Yes, a tie!! They both picked up on the passage from Hebrews, from which can be inferred (along with 2,000 years of consistent Church teaching which is guaranteed by the Holy Spirit) the reality of one earthly life, followed by eternal happiness (or eternal suckage, depending—actually, “suckage” may not be the right term—I’ll check on that…)

Thanks for the great discussion, everybody! God bless!

* For instance, according to the Mahatanhasankhaya-sutta of the Majjhima-Nikaya, as quoted in Buddhism, ed. by Richard Gard (George Braziller, 1962) our “consciousness” is one of the basic contributors to nirodha, or “anguish,” in the universe, and must be removed in order to attain Enlightenment.

Reincarnation, Anyone?

5 Sep

According to a CBS news story from this past May, “about one in five Americans believes in reincarnation, and roughly one in ten remembers a past life.” Those are huge numbers, and I’m guessing they are up a bit from a few decades ago, when a similar poll would have yielded that four in five Americans believed reincarnation was a brand of evaporated milk. (For assistance with that joke, see picture on left)

As a Catholic, I don’t believe in reincarnation, though I can understand part of its appeal.

What appeal is that, Dan? Good question, imaginary conversation partner.

Part of the appeal lies in the definition, as quoted in that CBS story: “…when we die physically, a part of us goes on…and we have lessons to learn here. And…if you haven’t learned all of these lessons, then that soul, that consciousness, that spirit comes back into a baby’s body.”

That’s appealing, don’t you think? Not the “repeating lives” part. The “starting over with a clean slate” part. That’s an appealing idea, to everybody, whether you believe in reincarnation or not: starting fresh, being made new so you can try again to be a better person.

Not to gloat, but a Catholic has that experience every time he makes a sincere sacramental Confession. Like a priest once said to me in his thick Irish accent after I had just poured out a particularly noxious batch of sins and been absolved: “There y’are…just like a new born baby.” That process of improving oneself, botching it, and being cleaned off and renewed in order to try again is the pattern of every genuine Catholic life. “Therefore, my beloved…work out your own salvation with fear and trembling, for God is at work in you…”(cf. Phil 2:12-13)

Having said that, it is still a fair question to ask: why not believe in reincarnation?

First, let’s look at the reasons why reincarnation might be true:

          1.     Many cultures and societies throughout human history have and continue to believe in it. That’s not insignificant. I believe in “the democracy of the dead,” to borrow from Chesterton, and many, many people have voted in favor of reincarnation.

          2.     There is evidence in nature. Our entire world is filled with ongoing cycles of birth, death and rebirth. Spring comes, then goes away, everything dies, and then spring comes back again. Plants grow, bear fruit and flowers, wither and die, and later come back again. A man is born, grows up, dies—might not he come back again, too, somewhere else, to repeat the process?

          3.     Some people insist that they carry memories of past lives. Shirley Maclaine is famous for that. The CBS article reports numbers of people who all claim the same thing.

There you have it. Those are the three reasons I can think of for believing in reincarnation. So, why would I not believe in it?

CONTEST TIME!!!

I’ll let YOU, O reader of TSOW, answer the question! Go ahead…don’t be shy! Mosey on down to the comment box and tell me why you think that the Catholic explanation of life after death is stronger than the reincarnationist’s explanation. The first person to give an answer that most closely matches the one I have in mind wins a FREE copy of my full length CD, “Thumbwrestle,” which I will ship to you completely free of any charge to you! Plus, I’ll compose a follow-up post that goes over the answer and, more importantly, exalts you as the genius you always knew you were! That’s right! This is Theology made FUN!

So, come on. Take a crack at it! Why not believe in reincarnation? See you in the combox!

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