Tuesday, June 10, 2008

i know its only rock and roll




..but i like it, like it, yes i do.






Today I learned that two of my faves have cds out of which I was previously unaware. I speak of Martha Wainwright and Theodore Thompson. The samples on their respectives spaces are delightful.




Summer is happening. Right now I'm gathering materials for my summer French independent study, then I will read them, then I will write about them. C'est la vie, n'est-ce pas?


Since graduation I've been working a bit, cleaning, and hanging mostly with Erica and Edmund. We're reading everything we can get our hands on and "apologizing"...."apologeticizing". Hmm. Gerunds. I tell ya.
It's finally that week!! I can say all this week "I was born this Thursday 22 years ago" and I AM. hehe. Aw memories... (Teddy Thompson's myspace songs have been playing in the background and I've just heard "sat in the corner you could pass for dead...." Dancing in the kitchen making banana pancakes. sweet)
In conclusion- bump and grind, have a good time. free yourself and lose your mind!

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Mariapolis




I'm going to say that my favorite part of this retreat was the car ride home- not a comment on the retreat itself, but just that I really appreciate the time we get to spend with the Cali family. I've become especially fond of Rebecca.

And boy am I glad I ended up being awake at this moment and watching Can You Duet on CMT. The song I just heard really spoke to my heart; it's one I've never heard before: "Lord I Hope This Day is Good" by Don Williams:

Lord, I hope this day is good
I'm feelin empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful, Lord, I know I should
But Lord I hope this day is good

Lord, have you forgotten me?
I been prayin to you faithfully
I should be thankful Lord you know I am
But Lord I hope you understand

I don't need fortune and I don't need fame
Send down the thunder, Lord, send down the rain
But when you're plannin just how it will be
Plan a good day for me

Lord, I hope this day is good
I'm feelin empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful, Lord, I know I should
But Lord I hope this day is good

You've been the king since the dawn of time
All that I'm askin is a little less cryin'
It might be hard for the devil to do
But it would be easy for you

Lord, I hope this day is good
I'm feelin empty and misunderstood
I should be thankful, Lord, I know I should
But Lord I hope this day is good

....Yeah. And I understood something that was said to me Saturday night. At first I didn't agree- I actually resented it being said. But now I understand it differently and I have to say the person was right. Criticism can be hard but I'm grateful for the grace to look at it as opportunity to grow.



Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Spread the Word

Today's is a good one: People who drive me crazy

An excerpt I liked especially:

This verse from Romans - this is what it means to be a true Christian.

It doesn't mean you don't get annoyed.it means you love anyway.

Blessed Mother Teresa had something similar to say. Many of you have probably already read it. Rather than sharing my annoyance, I'll share her brilliance:

People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered. Love them anyway!?

If you do good, people will accuse you?of selfish, ulterior motives.? Do good anyway!?

If you are successful, you will win?false friends and enemies.? Succeed anyway!?

The good you do will be forgotten tomorrow.? Do good anyway!?

Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.? Be honest and frank anyway!?

What you spend years building may be?destroyed overnight.? Build anyway!?

People really need help? but may attack you if you help them.? Help them anyway!?

Give the world the best you have?and you'll get kicked in the teeth. ?Give the world the best you've got anyway!


This is why Blessed Teresa of Calcutta will be forever known as a saint. She did what the Scriptures challenge us to do: she loved in practical ways.

She anticipated others in showing honor. She loved with mutual affection. It was her love that changed people's lives, not merely her service. It was the love behind the service. She sought to see Christ in everyone - even those who annoyed her.

It's not that Teresa (or any of the saints before her) never got annoyed.it's how they handled that annoyance and how they viewed it that made them saintly.

You and I have the same challenge each and every day. God's gonna put people in your path today that will annoy you.love them anyway.


Salvation Given
"Let love be sincere; hate what is evil, hold on to what is good; love one another with mutual affection; anticipate one another in showing honor." - Romans 12:9-10

Sunday, May 4, 2008

a decision

When my hair starts to gray, that's it.
No dyeing, coloring, etc.
It's not like coloring over the gray makes you any younger.

I hope to be the kind of lady that totally owns and rawks her gray hair.
It says, "yeah, I'm getting older. you got a problem with that?" hehe. ok maybe they're not so hostile, but its a cool sort of thing that says you don't have to be ashamed of getting older.

other voices on this topic

Friday, May 2, 2008

"that all may be one"

I present to you my term paper for philosophy of religion:


Religious Pluralism

We in the United States in the 21st century live in a culture of religious pluralism. The Catholic Church claims to be the only church in which every teaching is true and that contains the fullness of truth. We as Catholics understand that God wills for all his people to be united, as Jesus prayed in John’s gospel “that all may be one” (John 17:21). If we recognize unity as good, and understand that pluralism necessarily entails divisions (or else there would be no need for separate religions), how, then, is it possible for Catholics to get along in a pluralistic society?

One seemingly obvious point which is nevertheless overlooked at times is that truth is truth. This fact allows for Catholics to recognize what is true in other religions, philosophies, ideologies, etc., while rejecting what they find to be false. We share, in common with the rest of Christianity, belief in Jesus Christ: his incarnation, death, and resurrection. Judaism and Islam also profess belief in one, personal God. Even with those who are unaffiliated with a particular religion, we share reason and are thus able to come to mutual understanding of certain principles.

Recognition of these commonalities is one step towards dialogue and unity. Another point which is useful is the importance of the ways in which we attempt to achieve unity. Unity and division are opposites, so we would need to first be clear on what exactly we agree on and where our divisions are, so that we may begin with what is common, address what is different, and if possible, eradicate the divisions and bring about unity.

But how are divisions eradicated? Through mutual love and understanding. How are love and understanding fostered among people? This is an important question and worthy of serious thought.

A big component of authentic love and understanding is the involvement of free will. Let us first consider understanding. I think Plato had it right when he said in the Republic that one cannot simply pour knowledge into the head of another but that the other person must come to knowledge of the Good on his own. Our role in education is to help others turn toward the light. This necessarily involves the consent of their will. Respecting free will means recognizing the possibility that the other will not choose what we judge to be right. But if we hope for authentic understanding, this is something we have to deal with by patiently persevering and remaining in relationship in hopes that we will someday have the unity for which Christ prayed.

The importance of free will in love is hopefully obvious. God created us with free will in order that we could be able to love him in a real way. If he had created us to love him without giving us free will, we would be like robots and our love could not really be called love because it would be something forced on us, or programmed into us. Love must be chosen for it to be real. Still, this makes for the possibility of choosing against what is good, beautiful, and true. So, if we desire authentic unity and not merely the appearance of unity, we must recognize that this means working through differences and allowing others to ultimately come to understanding of truth on their own. This is not to say that they come to understanding or faith without grace, but only that their cooperation is essential.

It seems that the best framework for this authentic unity which includes love and understanding is in human relationships. It is here that we find trust, and the opportunity to be open with each other about our beliefs without fear of judgment. (It is important to note here that many confuse judgment and disagreement. Challenging another’s beliefs or behavior is not the same as judging the state of that person’s soul.) This environment of trust and openness is very important to unity because only when we are honest with each other are we able to have conversations which lead to mutual understanding.

What sort of society allows for the possibility of the type of dialogue needed to foster authentic love and understanding? It seems that a theocracy would not be that society; if people are obliged to believe something under penalty of the law, many problems arise. First, this structure seems to prohibit critical examination of one’s beliefs because any disagreement would be viewed with suspicion and could amount to treason. This would cause fear in those who doubt and because of that fear they would likely be discouraged from voicing their concerns. An ignored or unvoiced division is a division that is allowed to remain. Only when it is brought to light can it be addressed and bring about understanding.

Our current pluralistic society is theoretically (and paradoxically) the most conducive to unity. It allows for the possibility of people expressing their beliefs without the fear of legal persecution. In this framework, there can be discussion and dialogue between people of different faiths and faith traditions and people with no faith tradition (unless you call atheism a sort of faith). Through this dialogue, we may come to understand each other’s beliefs and reasoning behind those beliefs. We may even find that our understanding of our own beliefs is enhanced through this exercise.

While as Catholics we believe that our faith contains the fullness of truth, this does not bar us from living in relationship with those who do not share our faith. If we truly desire “that all may be one,” we must recognize that this open and honest dialogue is essential to unity and therefore, we must be open to understanding what others believe and willing to engage in dialogue with them.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

tolkien via bolger

When I graduated from high school (and then turned 18 the next day), I got lots of cool stuff. A party, tons of people at my house, cool presents. My favorite material thing (well partly...you'll see what I mean) was from my friend, Maggie.

She decorated a piece of construction paper with those styrofoam stickers and a quote from JRR Tolkien. It's been hanging on my bedroom wall, right under the crucifix, for 4 years now:

"Out of the darkness of my life, so much frustrated, I put before you the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament.

There you will find romance, glory, honor, fidelity, and the true way of all your loves upon earth, and more than that: death: by the divine paradox, that which ends life, and demands the surrender of all, and yet by the taste (or foretaste) of which alone can what you seek in your earthly relationships (love, faithfulness, joy) be maintained, or take on that complexion of reality, of eternal endurance, that every man's heart desires,"

- J.R.R. Tolkien

Love it. Thank you Lord for Tolkien and for Maggie!

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Quote for the day

In philosophy, we are interested in getting it right, not in being right.

-Dr. Brian Henning

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

My sweet Lord

What can I say but thank you?

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

sweet conversion! (and a clarification on baptism)

KARL KEATING’S E-LETTER

March 25, 2008

TOPIC: TWO PROFILES IN COURAGE

Dear Subscriber:

Samuel Johnson remarked that “when a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully.”

Let me put that in a contemporary context: When a man knows he is the object of a fatwa, he likely will make sure that he remains in the state of grace.

So my thinking went as I read about Magdi Allam, who was baptized by Pope Benedict XVI on the vigil of Easter. Allam is a deputy editor of “Corriere della Sera” (“Evening Courier”), Italy’s largest-circulation newspaper, which is based in Milan and takes a center-right political stance.

Allam, 55, was born in Egypt and writes on Islam and on Arab politics and culture. He has been a supporter of Israel, has condemned Muslim fanatics, and has defended the Pope’s Regensburg speech.

After Allam criticized Palestinian suicide bombings in 2003, threats were made on his life, and the Italian government provided him with a police guard, which he still has. He will need it all the more now that he has renounced Islam and become a Catholic.

Allam had been a nominal Muslim. He did not perform the customary five-times-a-day prayers facing Mecca, and he did not undertake the Ramadan fast. He did accompany his devout mother on a pilgrimage to Mecca in 1991.

On Easter Sunday “Corriere della Sera” published Allam’s open letter to the editor. Addressed to Paolo Mieli, the letter is a moving proclamation of faith. Let me quote a few passages from it. The translation is my own.

Allam said, “Yesterday evening I converted to the Catholic Christian religion, renouncing my previous Islamic faith. I finally saw the light, through divine grace, the healthy and ripe fruit of a long gestation lived in suffering and in joy ...

“I am particularly grateful to His Holiness Pope Benedict XVI, who has imparted to me the sacraments of initiation--baptism, confirmation, and Eucharist--in the Basilica of St. Peter in the course of the solemn celebration of the Easter vigil.”

Then the new convert showed that he had no intention of playing down his adherence to his new faith. Referring to his baptismal name, he wrote: “I have assumed the most simple and explicit Christian name: ‘Christian.’ Since yesterday, therefore, my name is ‘Magdi Christian Allam.’”

He continued this way:

“For me [this is] the most beautiful day of my life. To acquire the gift of the Christian faith on the memorial of the Resurrection of Christ from the hand of the Holy Father is, for a believer, an incomparable privilege and an inestimable good. ...

“[This is the] authentic religion of Truth, of Life, and of Liberty. In my first Easter as a Christian I not only have discovered Jesus but have discovered for the first time the true and unique God, who is the God of Faith and Reason.”

These lines are a strong challenge to Islam, which emphasizes the uniqueness of Allah--so unique, so isolated, that in Islam the dogmas of the Trinity and the Incarnation can’t be entertained in any way.

Allam is saying that the “true and unique God” is not to be found in Islam, which claims him but does not have him, and that the God of Islam is not really the God of faith and reason.

Later in his open letter Allam turned again explicitly to his newspaper’s editor and wrote, “Dear editor, you ask whether I fear for my life in the consciousness that my conversion to Christianity certainly will obtain for me a death sentence for apostasy. You are quite right.”

Allam said that he will “face my fate with head high, with back straight, and with interior sureness of one who has the certainty of his faith.”

Then he said that “His Holiness has sent an explicit and revolutionary message to a Church that until now has been too prudent in the conversation with Muslims, refraining from evangelizing in countries with an Islamic majority and being quiet about the reality of conversions in Christian countries. Out of fear. Fear of not being able to protect converts from condemnation to death for apostasy [from Islam] and fear of reprisals against Christian residents of Islamic countries.

“Well then, today Benedict XVI, with his testimony, says we need to overcome the fear and not be timorous in the affirmation of the truth of Jesus even among the Muslims. ...

“In Italy there are thousands of converts to Islam who serenely live their new faith. But there also are thousands of Muslim converts to Christianity who are impelled to conceal their new faith out of fear of being assassinated by Islamic extremists who hide among us.”

Allam concluded his open letter by saying that he hopes the “historic gesture of the Pope and my testimony will bring out the conviction that the moment has arrived to leave the shadows of the catacombs and to affirm publicly our will to be fully what we are.

“If we cannot have here in Italy, in the cradle of Catholicism, our home, a guarantee of full religious liberty, how will we ever be able to be credible when we denounce the violation of such liberty elsewhere in the world?”

NOT EVERYONE WAS PLEASED

As you might expect, not everyone has applauded Allam’s conversion. Yahya Pallavicini, the vice president of the Islamic Religious Community in Italy, said that “there is no need, to demonstrate love for Jesus, to renounce the faith of the Prophet Mohammed.”

Pallavicini said it was unfortunate that Allam was baptized in such a public manner; he thought it would have been better had it been done by “a priest in Viterbo,” where Allam lives.

He went on to say that he did not understand how one could “renounce the tradition, the culture, and the truthfulness of the Islamic message,” and he accused Allam of “apostasy.”

The irony is that Pallavicini himself is an apostate: He was brought up as a Catholic!

THE OTHER COURAGEOUS MAN

I titled this E-Letter “Two Profiles in Courage” because not only has Allam done a courageous thing, putting himself even deeper into jeopardy, but so has the man who completed Allam’s reception into the Church: Pope Benedict XVI.

It would have been easy enough for the Pope to indicate that Allam should have been received into the Church by his parish priest--that, after all, is what is done almost universally. It could not have been an accident that Allam was one of only seven converts who were baptized in St. Peter’s by the Pope.

No, the Pope was sending a message, very much in line, I think, with what Allam wrote in his open letter. The message is that Muslims too ought to become Catholics and that Catholics ought to proclaim that truth, even at the risk of (or at the near certainty of) reprisals.

Islam is further removed from Catholicism than is Judaism; Judaism is further removed than is Protestantism. We have little trouble inviting Protestants to complete their faith by becoming Catholics. We invite Jews to do the same (as emphasized by the Pope’s recent revision of the prayer, used at Good Friday in the Tridentine Mass, that calls for prayers that Jews may convert).

The further away from Catholicism someone is, the more he needs it. It would be an act of uncharity to Muslims to leave them out of the picture. Allam thinks that Catholics have a duty to invite Muslims to become Catholics. Not only does the Pope think the same way, but he has put himself at risk in affirming this message.

That’s why we say, with joy, “Habemus papam!”

FOOTNOTE

Writing about the breaking story at GetReligion.org, contributor Mollie Ziegler sought to correct phrasing used by Reuter’s Philip Pullella in his report of Allam’s conversion.

She said that his opening paragraph “makes a common error that might not seem important but is. While baptism confers membership into a specific church body, people aren’t baptized a Lutheran, Presbyterian, or Catholic. They baptized into the Christian faith. ... On the radio and television, however, I and a few readers kept hearing about this ‘baptized a Catholic’ terminology. It takes a few more words, but it’s important to be precise when dealing with sacraments.”

I agree it’s important, so I hope Ziegler will not mind if I correct her.

There is only one baptism, Scripture tells us. There also is only one Church established by Christ. That Church is the Catholic Church, which means that baptism is Catholic baptism, there being no other.

When a person is baptized, he actually is baptized into the Church that Christ founded, which means he is baptized into the Catholic Church--whether or not he understands that.

Thus, an infant baptized at a Methodist church is a Catholic, until, at some later point, he comes to understand himself to be a Methodist or something else.

An adult who is baptized at a Methodist church would cease to be a Catholic almost instantaneously, since he would understand himself to be, even during the ceremony, a Methodist.

However that may be, the fact is that baptism is a Catholic sacrament, as are all the other sacraments. Thus it is quite right for someone to say that Magdi Allam was baptized into the Catholic Church--because that is precisely what happened.

Until next time,

Karl

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

an unexpected prayer

Sometimes you can miss how beautiful something is, like a picture or a song (even people! watch out for that!). Just now Switchfoot's song "Let That Be Enough" played on my iTunes and the gorgeousness of it as a prayer hit me.

Wish I had what I needed to be on my own
Cuz I feel so defeated and I'm feeling alone
And it all feels so helpless and I have no plans
I'm a plane in the sunset with nowhere to land

And all I see, it could never make me happy
And all my sandcastles spend their time collapsing

Let me know that you hear me
Let me know your touch
Let me know that you love me
And let that be enough

It's my birthday tomorrow, no one here could know
I was born this Thursday, 22 years ago

And I feel stuck watching history repeating
Or am I just a kid who knows he's needy

Let me know that you hear me
Let me know your touch
Let me know that you love me
And let that be enough
Let me know that you hear me
Let me know your touch
Let me know that you love me
And let that be enough


It's amazing to me how applicable to my life this song is. I don't know where I'm going and that scares me. I definitely have moments where I feel like "a plane in the sunset with nowhere to land." If you believe it, the week of June 8th of this year, I will honestly be able to say "I was born this Thursday, 22 years ago".

So I will adopt this prayer for my own- Let me know that you love me; let that be enough.

Amen.

Monday, March 3, 2008

on the freedom of the will

Having realized that "well of course we have free will...duh" is not a wholly convincing argument to a Calvinist, I have decided to undertake a new project: gathering the best philosophical and theological arguments for free will that I can find. I've got a few in mind, but the more the better. I'm also interested in the arguments against free will so that I can really get to the bottom of this. (It's pretty big, so who knows how long it will take!)

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In other news, as I learned from Peter Hassett this morning, Verbatim has newly released a new EP:

[09:37] oiph: http://www.verbatimband.com/pizzaparty/ new verbatim record -- FREE


I am currently downloading it, and therefore cannot recommend or discommend** it, but I'm generally a Peter Hassett fan, and Verbatim has not let me down in the past.

**My spell checker is underlining "discommend." This is my way of telling my spell checker to shuuuuuttt uupp:

"discommend." The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition. Houghton Mifflin Company, 2004. 03 Mar. 2008. dictionary.com http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/discommend>.

Yeah. What now, spell check? That's what I thought.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Paul Ranalli: Why I am not an abortion doctor

http://network.nationalpost.com/np/blogs/fullcomment/archive/2008/02/07/paul-ranalli-why-i-am-not-an-abortion-doctor.aspx

Some of the comments at the end are outrageous. It seems now in Canada there is no question that abortion involves killing a person, they're debating it like war- whether its just or unjust.

I don't know if that would be good or bad. It is obviously unjust. Maybe it is actually a step in the right direction?

Sunday, February 17, 2008

lewis love





Love is not affectionate feeling,
but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good
as far as it can be obtained.

Friday, February 15, 2008

tons of chester

This chapter made me literally "lol" more than once, so I will share it :cD

G.K. Chesterton's essay from Tremendous Trifles, entitled "On Lying in Bed":


On Lying in Bed

Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a coloured pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling. This, however, is not generally a part of the domestic apparatus on the premises. I think myself that the thing might be managed with several pails of Aspinall and a broom. Only if one worked in a really sweeping and masterly way, and laid on the colour in great washes, it might drip down again on one's face in floods of rich and mingled colour like some strange fairy rain; and that would have its disadvantages. I am afraid it would be necessary to stick to black and white in this form of artistic composition. To that purpose, indeed, the white ceiling would be of the greatest possible use; in fact, it is the only use I think of a white ceiling being put to.

But for the beautiful experiment of lying in bed I might never have discovered it. For years I have been looking for some blank spaces in a modern house to draw on. Paper is much too small for any really allegorical design; as Cyrano de Bergerac says, "Il me faut des géants." But when I tried to find these fine clear spaces in the modern rooms such as we all live in I was continually disappointed. I found an endless pattern and complication of small objects hung like a curtain of fine links between me and my desire. I examined the walls; I found them to my surprise to be already covered with wallpaper, and I found the wallpaper to be already covered with uninteresting images, all bearing a ridiculous resemblance to each other. I could not understand why one arbitrary symbol (a symbol apparently entirely devoid of any religious or philosophical significance) should thus be sprinkled all over my nice walls like a sort of small-pox. The Bible must be referring to wallpapers, I think, when it says, "Use not vain repetitions, as the Gentiles do." I found the Turkey carpet a mass of unmeaning colours, rather like the Turkish Empire, or like the sweetmeat called Turkish Delight. I do not exactly know what Turkish Delight really is; but I suppose it is Macedonian Massacres. Everywhere that I went forlornly, with my pencil or my paint brush, I found that others had unaccountably been before me, spoiling the walls, the curtains, and the furniture with their childish and barbaric designs.

. . . . .

Nowhere did I find a really clear space for sketching until this occasion when I prolonged beyond the proper limit the process of lying on my back in bed. Then the light of that white heaven broke upon my vision, that breadth of mere white which is indeed almost the definition of Paradise, since it means purity and also means freedom. But alas! like all heavens, now that it is seen it is found to be unattainable; it looks more austere and more distant than the blue sky outside the window. For my proposal to paint on it with the bristly end of a broom has been discouraged--
never mind by whom; by a person debarred from all political rights-- and even my minor proposal to put the other end of the broom into the kitchen fire and turn it to charcoal has not been conceded. Yet I am certain that it was from persons in my position that all the original inspiration came for covering the ceilings of palaces and cathedrals with a riot of fallen angels or victorious gods. I am sure that it was only because Michael Angelo was engaged in the ancient and honourable occupation of lying in bed that he ever realized how the roof of the Sistine Chapel might be made into an awful imitation of a divine drama that could only be acted in the heavens.

The tone now commonly taken toward the practice of lying in bed is hypocritical and unhealthy. Of all the marks of modernity that seem to mean a kind of decadence, there is none more menacing and dangerous than the exultation of very small and secondary matters of conduct at the expense of very great and primary ones, at the expense of eternal ties and tragic human morality. If there is one thing worse than the modern weakening of major morals, it is the modern strengthening of minor morals. Thus it is considered more withering to accuse a man of bad taste than of bad ethics. Cleanliness is not next to godliness nowadays, for cleanliness is made essential and godliness is regarded as an offence. A playwright can attack the institution of marriage so long as he does not misrepresent the manners of society, and I have met Ibsenite pessimists who thought it wrong to take beer but right to take prussic acid. Especially this is so in matters of hygiene; notably such matters as lying in bed. Instead of being regarded, as it ought to be, as a matter of personal convenienceand adjustment, it has come to be regarded by many as if it were a part of essential morals to get up early in the morning. It is upon the whole part of practical wisdom; but there is nothing good about it or bad about its opposite.

. . . . .

Misers get up early in the morning; and burglars, I am informed, get up the night before. It is the great peril of our society that all its mechanisms may grow more fixed while its spirit grows more fickle. A man's minor actions and arrangements ought to be free, flexible, creative; the things that should be unchangeable are his principles, his ideals. But with us the reverse is true; our views change constantly; but our lunch does not change. Now, I should like men to have strong and rooted conceptions, but as for their lunch, let them have it sometimes in the garden, sometimes in bed, sometimes on the roof, sometimes in the top of a tree. Let them argue from the same first principles, but let them do it in a bed, or a boat, or a balloon. This alarming growth of good habits really means a too great emphasis on those virtues which mere custom can ensure, it means too little emphasis on those virtues which custom can never quite ensure, sudden and splendid virtues of inspired pity or of inspired candour. If ever that abrupt appeal is made to us we may fail. A man can get use to getting up at five o'clock in the morning. A man cannot very well get used to being burnt for his opinions; the first experiment is commonly fatal. Let us pay a little more attention to these possibilities of the heroic and unexpected. I dare say that when I get out of this bed I shall do some deed of an almost terrible virtue.

For those who study the great art of lying in bed there is one emphatic caution to be added. Even for those who can do their work in bed (like journalists), still more for those whose work cannot be done in bed (as, for example, the professional harpooners of whales), it is obvious that the indulgence must be very occasional. But that is not the caution I mean. The caution is this: if you do lie in bed, be sure you do it without any reason or justification at all. I do not speak, of course, of the seriously sick. But if a healthy man lies in bed, let him do it without a rag of excuse; then he will get up a healthy man. If he does it for some secondary hygienic reason, if he has some scientific explanation, he may get up a hypochondriac.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

j-j-j-jenners

Today is swell.

Wakers occurred at 7:30, class was lightless at 8am. It was actually sort of fitting since it was Global Warming and I really felt like we were making contribution to the cause. 9:30am Moral Philosophy we discussed the Good and human actions. Stimulating.

I was kind of starving so I went straight Patriotward in hopes of procuring a bowl made of bread filled with stew. Alas, there was none to be had. After shedding a great many tears, I stopped tear-shedding. Then, I got a wrap. A BLT Ranch Chicken wrap on a jalapeno wrap with some tater chips. Yeeeeus.

Upon my return to my residatory, I had the astonishing realization that I lacked the usual labor to which I am accustomed. I therefore snuggled beneath my lovely microplush blankies, and watched Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Then sleep came and I became covered in sweat. To be honest, it was sort of gross.

When I awoke, I attempted to make my physical appearance more presentable to the worldly audience (for the celestial beings don't care much for that sort of thing). I met Mr. Wyatt Seth Jordan Wheeler at his own residatory and we went Westminsterward. I didn't really feel like teaching but we reviewed the chapter then I gave them a lesson in Metaphysics. I explained the concepts of substance and accidents and applied it to the Eucharist. They were totally into it, my young philosophers. (can I get a "Amen"??)

The ride home was spent with our young Theodore singing and a-talkin and a-planmakin with Miss Erica. Dinner was had and it was yummy. Upon returning to my dormidence, I was contacted by Miss Jennifer Quarterson who summoned me to her chamber of rock where we....well, we rocked.

In probably 10 minutes I will leave her room and make for the chapular at Pangertonborningson. Cool.

Come Holy Spirit!!

Sunday, February 3, 2008

the clinic

Geeze. Talk about rough.
You think you understand the reality of something, but then you get a little closer and it shows you've got a lot to learn.
Watching woman after woman-girl after girl to be more accurate- go in there one by one, not being able to stop them...it's such a big deal. It hurt me and all I did was pray outside.
There were so many images that came to mind being there.
One was of the babies as wrongly accused prisoners carried to their executions in the cages of their own mothers' wombs, escorted by clinic workers under the guise of false compassion.
What a bunch of bullshit.
The other image- actually it seemed pretty literal, came as a counselor and an escort walked on either side of a woman to the door of the clinic- like the image of an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. Unfortunately (worse than "unfortunately") she listened to the devil this time.

I've got tons of thoughts and reactions from this, but they'll need sorting out before being committed to the page.

In any case, I'll definitely be doing that again.

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in other news, I am now convinced:


Saturday, February 2, 2008

j&m catholic underground

what a joy overload!

http://ustream.tv/channel/catholic-underground

so far on this screen i have seen br. andrew, dennis dibenidetto, and patrick hughes. i'm about to see judd and maggie too. whooooooa. weird. cool.

Friday, February 1, 2008

what a hard question

I have for you a perhaps unexpected question, but one with which I've recently been presented. Perhaps its providential that its been brought to mind now since I'll have my first experience outside an abortion clinic tomorrow. Anyway I want to know what you'd say if someone asked you this (and the questioning goes like this):
Do you think abortion should be legal or illegal?
-Illegal
So if abortion became illegal, what should happen to women who get illegal abortions?
(most people on the video just said "i don't know")

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uk6t_tdOkwo

I honestly don't know either, but I see it as a valid question. We've got to think through the consequences of our actions, right?

I've got a few thoughts on it, one of which is that we still have laws against suicide even though they are unenforceable and carry no penalty under the law. Another is that perhaps it should be the abortionist who is punished instead of the woman, but that doesn't seem entirely fair considering so much in our society contributes to women feeling like they have a need to kill their children and to try to put all the blame on one person doesn't quite seem accurate (though it is definitely the most concrete example of culpability, the doctor being the immediate agent cause of the abortion).

Another thought- it seems that the primary objective of the prolife movement is not the criminalization of abortion, but the widescale eradication of abortion as the deliberate killing of an unborn human. I think that frames the question a little differently. It's not as if the goal will be met if abortion is made illegal and nothing else in society changes.

Thoughts?

Monday, January 28, 2008

emmaus

thank you, Jesus, for George Misulia. today i especially focus on his abundant musical skills including songwriting and that buttery smooth voice. more especially thank you for his song "Emmaus" which is in my head, and heart too, at this moment.

were not our hearts burning with fire as You spoke to us on the road?
are not our hearts burning with fire as Your glory we behold,
as Your glory we behold?

Thursday, January 24, 2008

i can't believe i never looked this up

Apparently, there is a Saint Andrew Corsini.



...and suddenly things are more clear.

Thursday, January 17, 2008




I'm still not quite convinced by this song. Maybe it will grow on me.

Monday, January 14, 2008

deep thought




The pinnacle of life is being able to look through the lens of God's greatness.
-
Theodore J. Burkhardt

when it's grey in l.a. i sure like it that way

...there's just way too much sunshine 'round here

I'm feeling pretty chipper on this drizzly blustery morning. Walking around campus I've had the Loudon Wainwright III song playing in my head, "Grey in L.A." which I'm glad to have there; its a quality tune.

The academic portion of this semester begins for me in 40 minutes with Dr. Roman and French literature. The cover of the textbook for this class (the one I have so far) has a picture of a voluptuous half naked woman. Oh, the French.

Anywho, this is how I hope the day will go (and it has gone swimmingly so far....hmm I should bring my suit up here, I haven't been swimming at the ARCC in a while): french at 11, lunch at 12, philosophy of religion at 1, french in the Caribbean (taught in English) at 2, chorale at 3:30, dinner at 5:30ish, homework for a while, mass at 10, then bed/reading til sleep happens (at mattress warehouse, mattress warehouse).

Cool.

Oh yes, one more thing. I would like to say that I hope Evan is enjoying his hamster.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

on Ratatouille

I just finished watching Ratatouille for the first time.
I must say, I was mildly disappointed after the buildup from Wyatt Seth Jordan.
Still, it was decent.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

karl keating gets me every time

I found this e-letter to be pretty refreshing, and in a way, relieving.

KARL KEATING'S E-LETTER


January 8, 2008

TOPIC:

THE NON-EXISTENT PRINCE CHARMING

Dear Subscriber:

When I was very young, like many my age I thought that liking and loving were the same thing, with the latter being an intense variant of the former. It was only as I grew that I learned that liking and loving, while similar and often coincident, are different.

The chief difference is in the will. Whether you like someone is pretty much outside your control. The person's appearance, attitude, or affectations may or may not appeal to you.

If a man is quiet, you may find that trait appealing and call him reserved; you may find it unappealing and call him a bore. One girl may be, in your lights, either slender or anorexic; another, either Goyaesque or just plain fat. You might think an acquaintance is a wonderful conversationalist--or perhaps someone who can't keep his mouth shut.

Nowhere in the New Testament is our Lord recorded as having told us to "like one another." Instead, he instructed us to "love one another" (John 13:34, 35; John 15:12, 17). In these verses he put this not as a recommendation, not as a suggestion, not as a not-so-subtle hint, but as an outright command: "I have a new commandment for you" (John 13:34); "this is my commandment" (John 15:17).

Liking is something that "just happens." Loving is something we have control over. Liking is a spontaneous emotional reaction. Loving is an act of the will. You never will like everyone, but you can love anyone. We demonstrate the first part of this truth to ourselves every day.

Walk down a crowded street during the noontime bustle. You'll see people you take an instant dislike to. Be stuck in a traffic jam, and you'll find more. Read the morning paper, and you'll find still others. Your everyday experience tells you that, no matter how open-minded and positive you might like to be, the people whom you find unlikeable are legion.

What seems incongruous is that "you can love anyone." I am not saying that you will, because in all probability you won't. But it is theoretically possible in a way that liking everyone is not.

Many years ago, when I first practiced law, I one day was appointed to represent a rapist at a hearing. He was perhaps the only person I ever have met who seemed to have an entirely dormant conscience. I found not the least thing likeable in him, and I knew that, unless he changed dramatically and unexpectedly, I never could like him. But I also knew that I could love him, because love is an act of the will.

Loving is not an act we carry out very successfully. I don't remember feeling any love toward that rapist--pity, perhaps, but not love. Yet I must have realized that I could have loved him, had I willed it. A saint would have willed it, but not even a saint could have willed himself into liking him, absent the rapist reforming and becoming likeable.

In summary, then, when it comes to basically good people whom we meet, it is possible for us to love any of them. This even applies to prospective spouses, and here I come to the real point I wish to make.

As you know, Catholic Answers hosts chastity talks by various speakers. Such talks are aimed at young audiences--high school and college students, chiefly--and, by necessity, the speakers themselves are young. At least they are still years away from middle age.

Some speakers who have spoken for us, when first starting out, told their young audiences that somewhere out there was a Prince or Princess Charming, someone fated from all eternity to be a young person's perfect match. Listeners were told something like this: "Save yourself for that one person that God has set aside just for you."

When I learned that this is what was being said, I told our speakers to cut it out--because it wasn't true. It sounded romantic, and it sounded pious, but it wasn't true. It left each young listener thinking that there was one and only one person whom he could love and have a happy marriage with and that, if he waited long enough, God would arrange for the couple to meet.

That's not how real life works. When I have a chance to speak to young people, I shock them by saying, "Within easy driving distance, there are a hundred people whom you could marry and have an equally happy life with." Of course, there also are a hundred or a thousand with whom they might be miserable.

My point was that a marriage is what you make of it, under grace. In the old, old days, marriages often were arranged--and often turned out very well, no worse than the average marriage entered into by people who imagined they were marrying a Prince or Princess Charming.

This does not, of course, mean that every match is a good one or that every match is wisely entered into. (I am reminded of Dr. Johnson's remark, when told that a man who had been very unhappy in marriage had remarried immediately after his wife had died: "It was the triumph of hope over experience.") But it does mean that fairy tales should be left to children.

It does no harm for a ten-year-old girl to dream of a Prince Charming, but half her life will be wasted if she still thinks, at thirty-five, that she should wait for the appearance of a Prince Charming whom God has reserved for her and that she should let pass other prospects with whom, in fact, she could be sufficiently happy.

Until next time,

Karl
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AND! Jen took a pretty cool pic of me and Seth's niece:



Saturday, January 5, 2008

the tale of wyatt seth jordan

and tonight. seth gnaws on an icy ravens goblet, doing an impression of his canine. his eyes widen and then, a giggle proceeds from his open mouth.

deftly his fingers soar from button to button, texting his lady love, jennifer quarterson. then he remembers his gentleman love, and speaks his name lovingly to the night "teddy, hehehe"

then he angrily says "put your quick quotes quill away and report the facts!!"

remembering his usual sweet and pleasant demeanor, he spins his goblet until his eyes roll back in his head and he squeals with delight. in his denial, he seemingly cannot recall his squeal. but it happened. seriously. a squeal.

his eyes glisten with the ghost of his past. he begins to hallucinate, calling the author an insect.

..to be continued.