The Hell with it (edited)

If being Catholic doesn’t mean anything –
– If it’s about us,
– If it’s about our feelings, our egos,
– If it’s about making us comfortable,
– If it’s about making us feel good about ourselves,
– If it’s just some pretty old traditions,
traditions that we can ignore or modify to suit ourselves,
– If it’s about being entertained –
or having our emotional euphoria titillated,
– If it’s about the convenient,
– If it’s nothing more than “social justice” (because even an atheist can be just)
– If our core tenets and liturgical norms can be changed on a whim, meaning that they had no real meaning in the first place,
– If it’s all about aesthetics –
– If it’s really nothing different, or more, or better than Protestantism –
Then the hell with it.

I want a Faith that matters,
that demand something of me,
that means something bigger than I could create out of my own imagination,
that reaches into history and Eternity with equal power and authority,
that creates real saints,
that brings us Christ, and fits us to enter His Holy Presence –

Nothing else is good enough.

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Musings on suffering

It’s been a hard 72 hours. Something that I said in good faith, a criticism of a thing, hurt someone’s feelings; she feels personally insulted. Her husband raked me over the coals. I feel attacked.

This could have been avoided if other people had followed a reasonable protocol for providing information. No matter, the job has been done, and I feel scraped raw in the process.

It’s my nature to take such incidents entirely to heart, to assign for myself more than my fair share of blame. I used to believe (because I was told so by my parents) that if someone got upset, or was offended, or had their feelings hurt, it had to be my fault. Now I know that isn’t always true; sometimes people are emotional, sometimes they look for reasons to be offended and upset. Another person on the committee I spoke to about this issue assured me that my comments were perfectly lucid and reasonable, and with that I am contented.

Of course, I had to wallow in my misery for a while. It’s painful being alone on such occasions – not that a husband or sweetheart could “fix” anything for me, but even a smile on such an occasion (and I could go for a hug, too) goes far to affirming that one is not alone, that one’s sorrow and distress matters to someone who loves us.

But after my habitual tossing and turning, I’ve found some peace in the matter. And I’ve had an odd experience of very rich intercession for other people in the midst of this. Sometimes I know things – and sometimes people just tell me things. Both have been my experience during this conflict, and it’s been sweet to be in a position to be able to pray for them.

Am I possibly learning to “offer it up”? to look beyond my own wounded ego to a greater Truth? I hope so – if some of the complacent crust is crumbled so that I am more earnest and more real in my prayers, if my prayers are effectual, I’ll be contented.

It appears we were good –

Here’s a review of our performance, Saturday, of the Verdi Requiem. Enough good cannot be said about our soloists; for the first time in mind, I’ve come from a concert not disappointed. The Mezzo, Christy Brown, particularly deserves praise – her range extended from a G below middle C all the way up to a high A, and she made it sound soooo easy –

Funny that the reviewer should mention the “Chorus of the Hebrew Slaves” (“Va, Pensiero”) from Nabucco and”Lament of the Scottish Refugees” from MacBeth; we just sang both a mere two weeks ago! (Indeed, we did!)

Spiritual warfare: within the ranks

It’s understandable that we ought to expect to be at war with a secular culture, with a world that doesn’t acknowledge the Ownership of the Creator and who is determined to have things their own way in flagrant defiance of the Creator’s “terms of service,” if you will –

But when we see the battles brought into the Church itself, it’s shocking.

The Church – how do I begin to express the multiple dimensions of what it means to be Church? Bride of Christ, Deposit of the Faith, home of the Faithful, the place where God enters time and place in very specific ways, through the liturgy and very literally through the Eucharist – the training ground where we’re supposed to be equipped for life in the world, the place where we’re supposed to be prepared and shaped and made ready to face Eternity……

And so often it seems we’re finding the Church to be on the side of the world. Well, particular priests, catechists, liturgists and other leaders – sad to say – have adopted practices in flagrant violation of the Rules of the Church. We hear of priests badly counselling couples about abortion and artificial birth control, sexual experimentation, divorce – too many priests even reduce the Holy Eucharist to mere symbolism.

Music and liturgy are seriously crippling the Faithful and retarding their growth in Grace. I’ve worked with a well-known (in my diocese) music director twice, and both times, in the pep talk he gave his choir, he told us all to “go out and have a good time, because it’s all about you!” I wanted to stand up and shout, “IT IS NOT ABOUT US! IT’S ABOUT THE CREATOR OF THE COSMOS COME TO US IN THE EUCHARIST!!!” but I was a guest and I kept my mouth shut.

Have you read some of our most popular songs, lately? Frightening, the heresies we are injecting to the consciousness of the Faithful through horrid music! Music that is narcissistic (or “Isn’t God so lucky to have us!”), that reduces the Eucharist to mere symbolism, that promotes a social activism divorced from theological grounding…

And that doesn’t even take into account the lame, banal, trite and saccharine songs that were all I could find in Louisiana, seven, eight years ago (can anyone say “Glory and Praise Songbook”?)

We are in such a crisis, in this Nation – a crisis of Faith and of Culture. I’m not into politics, but you don’t have to be a political scientist to see that our upcoming elections have far too much at stake to be taken lightly and unintelligibly. We Christians must be salt and light in the world, or the world is lost and without hope.

We must deliberately, intelligently engage in knowing our Faith, in entering the act of Worship and in living consistently as the sons of adoption.

Cheers to Father Neuhaus

… for pointing out, during EWTN’s coverage this morning, that the liturgists arranging the Mass at Nationals Stadium in Washington appear never to have read the multitude of articles, interviews, and other works of the Holy Father on Church Music.

It is also evident, nay obvious! as I am listening to the performance during Mass of that black gospel song that the person responsible for this music as also never troubled himself or herself to read Musicam Sacram or the GIRM or any other document governing music and worship –

This is such an embarrassment! The Holy Father deserves so much better than this – Our Eucharistic Lord deserves better –

Am I a selfish pig for hopinghopinghoping that this sparks horrendous mess results in some serious oversight and overhauling of American liturgy???