The literary adventures of a spicy, yet tasteless, bookworm.
Sunday, May 16, 2004
Fr. Deering gave a mondo hoss homily on contraception today. Did your priest? He decided to hit it hard because Bishop Foley wrote his weekly editorial in the diocesan newspaper about the mortal sin of contraception. Did your bishop? Neener, neeners aside, Deering was rockin’. He hit on the history of the contraceptive mentality, the Humanae Vitae, the social breakdown and denigration of women that results from the commodification of life, and really did it up good. He also stated flat out that those actively contracepting and unconfessed about it should not receive Communion. OLS must be a mightily papist parish because everybody went up to Communion like normal. I bring up that last point because everybody whines about how the clergy don’t teach the Faith but ignore the fact that even if they did, the laity ain’t listening.
Greg Popcak asks an interesting question in this post, i.e. how much are you willing to sacrifice for Christ. How much are you willing to give He Who gave you all? Some? Most? Everything? I would have more respect for Greg’s question if it weren’t for his history of ignoring just this very question. Quick summary: the Church calendar is filled with feast days of saints. These are days we commemorate and honor those who have blazed the trail to Christ. One feast day is for Nicholas von Flue. Nicholas was a happily married peasant farmer, with ten children, some sweet acreage, and admirable livestock. He was a pillar of his community and an upstanding Christian. Until his last child was born. After the birth of his tenth child, just when Nicholas had every blessing God could bestow upon his beloved creature, God asked for something. God asked for Nicholas.
Nicholas von Flue was asked to walk away from everything he loved: his wife, his children, his farm, his life. Nicholas walked. He left everything that was most precious to him and surrendered his whole life to God. That is a very powerful sacrifice. When God asked how much he was willing to give, Nicholas answered, “everything.” He gave up every gift to give all he had received to God. Greg and the HMS blog crew usually spend the feast of St. Nicholas von Flue making stupid jokes about “they ought to have canonized Mrs. Flue.” (For what? For doing what she would have had to do anyway if her husband had up and died? She did nothing more than what she had to do in the regular course of things. No husband, deal with it. This is the Seventeenth century, babe.) But you may have noticed that Nicholas lived Greg’s question. What are you willing to give your Lord? Greg may ask that in this post, but he has consistently refused to address his own question. If sainthood consists in uniting your entire life with the life of Christ, then Nicholas von Flue is perhaps the most perfect saint. He most exemplifies the sacred call to live Christ, not just love Him. Not even St. Francis of Assisi was called to give up so much.
I have decided to cancel my subscription to the Atlantic Monthly. It isn’t worth my time or my money anymore. It used to be a truly great magazine but is now pretty run of the mill. It’s Suburban Liberalism at its most banal. I dread its coming in the mail. I know full well that I’m going to skip most of the articles. Even the double-barreled fun of PJ O’Rourke and Mark Steyn can’t save this waste of paper.
I haven’t been posting much lately. Now that I’ve whomped you upside the head with that hefty chunk of obviousness, I’ll get down to it. Life has been hairy lately. Work is in end-of-the-month crisis mode, a new romance has begun and is about to get squashed like a bug (luckily I will be doing the squashing. Why do I attract all the freaks? From here on out no dating anybody I meet at church), the dreaded student loan must be wrestled to the ground, and then things get busy. Worse, politics have been boring and no new episode of social decay has yet roused me from my cynical malaise. Ah, malaise, those heady days when you could kill time by hating Jimmeh.