Sunday, April 13, 2025

Holy Saturday: Sabbath Rest, the Caesura of Time

 Looking forward today to Holy Week, Saturday stands out as the most mysterious, underrated, interesting day of the week. Most would probably rate it as the least of the days of the Triduum: Thursday we have the Eucharist, priesthood, and the washing of the feet; Friday the passion and death of our Lord; Saturday is nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!

That is what makes it so distinctive. The only day of the liturgical year when there is nothing: no mass, no sacraments, no public rituals. The tabernacle itself is empty: even the ever-present Eucharistic Christ is absent. From sunset Friday to sunset Saturday: Nothing at all. 

Significantly, it is the seventh day, the Sabbath. In the passion accounts, after Jesus burial, the women go home to practice Sabbath rest. I find this comforting. They have just been engaged by the defining tragedy of human history; but they still maintain their religious custom. Here we see stability, habit, steadfastness. The very death of God does not disrupt this routine, established by God at creation.

The Sabbath is rest. Peace.  Recall of paradise. Anticipation of heaven. Joy. Freedom from work, stress, suffering, death, guilt, shame, sin, conflict, separation, fear and anxiety. 

Jesus work is done. His earthly life as a distinct man is over. His mission on earth accomplished. He is not here.

He has not yet resurrected. Not yet appeared for 40 days. Not yet ascended. Not yet sent the Holy Spirit. Not yet reigned, until the end of time, over his Church from heaven, through the Holy Spirit indwelling his body, his bride, the Church. 

This day is the defining Caesura of time, of history, of creation. The defining Break, Rupture, Discontinuity. The Great Pause. Everything stops. The old order is no more. The new order has not begun. Time, history, the drama of creation pauses. Creation takes a huge breath, looking back, suspended above time, waiting.  

We see two Times; two Histories. Pre is everything before Sundown Friday. Post is everything after Sundown Saturday. That one day, Saturday, is not in history, neither pre nor post. It is suspended, transcendent, a moment of Eternity.

Before Sundown Friday, all of Creation was yearning for the coming of the Messiah. After Sundown Saturday, all of Redeemed Creation is exulting in the accomplished work of Christ; and yearning for  its consummation in the Parousia. Upon waking Sunday morning, all of Creation is in the end times.

The apostles and disciples are in hiding, in shock, in despair. Abandoned. Comforted only by their camaraderie in grief. 

Mary remains in the deep quiet grief of the Pieta. But she is at rest. A rest above all strife, effort, agency. She is at the same time in deep Joy. In this day Faith, Hope and Love reach their highest pinnacle. She knows. She does not need an appearance. She knows...naturally, maternally, supernaturally, miraculously...that her Son lives, eternally, humanly, in the Trinity.

This one day we suspend all else. We join Mary in the Silence of Faith-Hope-Love. We recall in quiet the graces of our personal and communal histories. We wait. We rest.

Wednesday, April 9, 2025

Resurgence of Conservative, Religious Virility

"Nunc Dimittis" Simeon prayed upon encountering the Christ child in the temple, "Now, Lord, let your servant go in peace; your word has been fulfilled. For my eyes have seen the salvation you have prepared in the sight of every people."  Luke 2:29-30

With Simeon, I can now go in peace. In the current resurgence of conservative, religious virility I see the restorative work of the Lord. A light is shining. I can go in peace!

With Gen Z, more boys are religious than girls. This was unheard of in prior generations. Politically men across all ethnicities are becoming more conservative. Donald Trump is many things (some good, some bad, in my view), but he is masculine (if toxically), a renunciation (however crude) of the cultural liberalism that denies the forms of femininity/masculinity, and a resurgence (in large part depraved) of masculinity. His electoral victory was in part the preference of young men for his machismo over the eunuch-like impotence offered by the party of Biden.

The Intention of the Sexual Revolution

The Luciferian target of the Sexual Revolution was the iconic, natural, sacramental, heteronormative family in it triune form: destroying the newly alive; transitioning the mother into homo-phobe (in  the literal sense of "suspicious of men") and murderess-of-the-unborn; and reconfiguring the male as rapist or impotent eunuch. For over half a century,  we have been inhaling the noxious atmosphere of cultural liberalism, the sexual revolution that targeted the family by contra-ceptively liberating sexuality from fecund, faithful conjugality; torturing/murdering the innocent, powerless unborn; dislocating the now isolated individual from nature/family/community/tradition/transcendence; technologizing the sacred mystery of the spousal union; ;  violating the feminine in its formally interiority as virginal and maternal; and (most importantly for this essay) castrating masculinity. 

"Men want to be men" my son-in-law Joe told me yesterday. I would add "Women and children want men to be men." Everyone (who has not been brain-washed into resentful, androgynous masculine-o-phobia) wants men to be men.

What is a Man?

Guest in classroom of boys in a Jesuit prep school, I asked: "What is a real man? A good man? What is real virility?" They looked pensively, wonderingly, quietly at me. This is not a question that had been asked of them before. I recalled the refusal of now-Supreme Court Justice Brown to answer the question "What is a woman?" A student raised his hand and said: "One who takes care of his family." Bingo! Extra credit for him! A man takes care of his women, children, and the suffering, poor, oppressed!

By design of nature and the Creator, masculinity and femininity face each other in the mutuality of tenderness, desire, reverence, purity, sacrifice, generosity, fidelity and fecundity. Together, as one, they face and embrace the newborn, the unborn, and those entrusted to their care. The male itinerary is through being son, brother, bridegroom to father. The female from daughter, sister, bride and mother. They are not the same. In contrasting, complementary ways, they express the True, the Good, the Beautiful and the Holy Trinity. 

The Latin vir for man is the root for virtue and virility. Ancient traditions of chivalry, drawing from heroic cultures of warrior honor and the imitation of Christ, understand virility as the sacrificial, even to death, gift of self to those who are threatened, involving gentle strength, courage, chastity, sobriety, prudence, humility, and justice. 

The most decisive assault of the cultural revolution was upon virility as paternity and all that entails: protection, provision, generativity, heroism, authority, tradition, chastity, humility, and devotion to God the Father in his Son and the Holy Spirit. The suspicion of and resentment towards the masculine, in code language of "patriarchy," (even as it is not without basis in male violence against women) has worked to deconstruct gender, rendering the woman also isolated, fearful of her newly conceived, and hostile toward masculinity. This cultural ambience has intensified male tendencies to violence or weakness or both.

The Current Resurgence and the Church

This resurgence is not entirely a supernatural, Holy Spirit inspired happening. It is a natural eruption. The masculine/feminine is inherent in Creation, by God's design. It is NOT merely a social construct or personal option. It is like a volcano that is flaming under the ground. Masculinity can be despised, repressed, dismissed.... only for so long. Eventually, it erupts. It is erupting now. These virile energies need to be channeled, disciplined, encouraged, corrected, guided. Thank God for Jordan Peterson and others like him. 

But I fear that our Catholic Church is not well positioned for this task. In the world of my childhood, the 1950s, the Church was brimming with virile priests, many of the veterans of WWII. The entire generation had returned from the war as "made men": tested in the fire of combat, quiet, humble, modest, religious, loyal in marriage, unpretentious, confident, generous, grateful. Most of my peers, even the very bad boys, wanted at some point to be a priest. But today the Church, like the broader society, is in crisis of masculinity. We are getting few vocations. We are scandalized and devastated by the sex scandal which continues today in high profile cases  like Rupnik. There is a hidden but pernicious gay culture within the clergy including at high levels. At elite levels there is acceptance of theological progressivism with its distrust of virility. A style of effeminacy prevails across progressive leadership in society and the Church.

But: Not to worry! The Church is, always has been, always will be a boundless font of vital, fruitful masculinity/femininity. It is already baked into the cake of Catholicism. It is hardwired into the machinery: dogma, liturgy, sacraments, religious life, matrimony, everything. To be immersed into the (efficacious) sacramental life and the (infallible) announcement of the Word is to be enlivened in filiality, fraternity/sorority, maternity/paternity. The Church is our Mother, we her sons and daughters. The Church is the bride, Christ the bridegroom. The femininity of the Church is deeply, passionately, intimately lived in vowed religious. The priesthood is masculine in its representation of the Groom. The Protestant Reformation was already a desecration of  the masculine/feminine in its devaluation of matrimony and holy orders, abolition of religious life, iconoclastic violence, and disenchantment of the entire sacramental universe. The romantic enchantment, natural and supernatural, of the Romance and Drama of the masculine/feminine  is the very life of the Church. In the biological order, we know that by our chromosomes, each of us is in form masculine or feminine, whatever accidental irregularities occur. So, the DNA of Catholicism is the life of the Trinity now expressed in the romancing of Christ, the virile Bridegroom, of his womanly Church.

Conclusion

Virility is irrepressible and unstoppable. It is like the Spring that is bursting forth, as I write this, in the daffodils and tulips. It is an invincible force of nature, when it is indwelt by the Holy Spirit.

In my encounters with young men, in my family and beyond, including random engagements, I sense a powerful hunger for virility. They want to become men. Not androgynous eunuchs! Not rapists! Virile, virtuous men. Strong in a gentle mode, reverent, chaste, tender, generous, serene and confident, fruitful. Filial, fraternal, paternal...expressive of the Love between the Father and the Son!

Heavenly Father, through  Mary our mother and St Joseph, send upon our virility the Holy Spirit, that we may manifest the glorified masculinity of Jesus your Son.