Saturday, October 16, 2021

In Praise of Silly

Silly is underrated! It is defined as: foolish, stupid, lacking in judgment and comnon sense. Synonyms are all disparaging: idiotic, nonsensical, crazy, imprudent, inane. Antonyms are all positive: sensible, prudent, intelligent, sober.

It was not always that way. The original Old English meaning of the word was "happy and blessed." That developed into someone for whom one has sympathy, and so weak in some way. Eventually it took on the current negative meaning. My purpose is to retrieve the original sense of the word.

Some of the saints have also warned against silliness as sinful: frivolous, superficial and distracting from what is good and holy. I do not follow that school of spirituality as I favor the approach of St. Philip Neri, the silliest saint of all, who embodied silly as joy, fun, lightness, affection, freedom.

Silly, for me, is a type of joy, delight, lightness and freedom. It is random, creative, serendipitous, spontaneous. It is freedom from worry, heaviness, obligation, expectation, pressure. It is blissfully void of moralism, perfectionism, indignation, self-righteousness as well as shame, guilt, anxiety.

It is affectionate, at its best.It is shared delight and so is inherently kind and generous.

Silly is a form of humour or comedy. Jim Carey, Robin Williams, Jerry Lewis...all silly! There is an intellectual dimension to silly: the incongruous, the contrarian, the absurd. There is a kind of brilliance to the silliness of a really good comedian.

On the other hand, we must acknowledge an ambiguity to silly: there is a dark side. It is not for nothing that it is disparaged in normal discourse. Silliness in the presence of suffering, sin, evil or tragedy is cruelty. Silliness when insensitive is rude and uncharitable. Silliness as habitual can be compulsive, addictive. In this ambiguity silliness resembles teasing which involves an aggressive and an affectionate dimension: when the former predominates it moves towards abuse, when the later is stronger it is wholesome fun.

As with all things, silly must be guided by sensitivity, prudence, love. Under those conditions, silly is childlike, innocent, liberating...a taste of the Kingdom of God here on earth.

Saturday, October 9, 2021

Flowing In The Currents of History

My personal faith journey perfectly mirrors specific historical, cultural movements and personalities in Church history:

1950s...Childhood...Family Rosary...Father Patrick Peyton.I was blessed to be one of millions impacted by Fr. Peyton's crusade "A Family That Prays Together Stays Together." Perhaps as much as anything, the family rosary created the stability, serenity, and safety that made that period a Catholic Camelot for many (although of course not all) us boomers.

1960s...Youth...Catholic Radicalism...Ivan Illich.Coming of age in the turbulent 60s was exhilarating: civil rights, war movement, ecumenism, Vatican II, social justice and its critique of capitalism, and more. Emerging from that decade I was personally influenced by Ivan Illich who provided a deeper critique of modernity, technology, bureaucracy than that of the Catholic Left as well as a scathing appraisal of the confident Irish-American Catholic culture in which I was raised. He rooted this, however, in a profound and passionate traditional, mystical if eccentric Catholicism which strengthed me in my faith as it distanced me in some degree from fashionable conventionalism.

1970s...Early Marriage...Charismatic Renewal...Ralph Martin and Company.Pentecostal, Evangelical Catholicism intensified both my traditional upbringing and my more liberal youth by locating both within a personal encounter with Jesus himself and the Holy Spirit. It also positioned me in a clear, fierce adversarial position versus the emergent Cultural Liberalism. Additionally, a holy, learned Jesuit mystic name Joe Whelan deepened my love for the Church.

1980-90s...Adulthood and Family...the Pontificate of John Paul II. John Paul was, and is, my captain, my mentor, my role model, my inspiration. His catechesis on spousal love and sexuality encouraged me in my aspiration for purity of heart. His overall teaching, along with the entire Communio school, gave enhanced clarity, certainty, and ferocity to my Catholic faith.

2000s...Late middle age....Catholic Buffet...Pope Benedict. My happy emergence from midlife crisis was facilitated by a smorgasboard of felicitous influences: participation for a time in the Neocatchumenal Way, exposure to 12-step spirituality, the theology of Pope Benedict, Magnificat magazine, and other graces. Our children grew up; I transitioned out of my UPS career back to teaching religion.

2010s...Maturity...OLME (Our Lady's Missionaries of the Eucharist) and Magnificat Home...Sister Joan Noreen.My wife and I enjoyed participation in OLME, under the guidance of Sister Joan, where we aspired to deeper devotion to the Eucharist, Mary, the daily prayer of the Church, and a life of simplicity and charity. Additionally, I was privileged to participate with family and friends in Magnificat Home, a project of providing a home for single, low income women.

2020s...Old age...???Moving now through my 8th decade I am preparing to surrender some of my activity and responsibility for Magnificat Home as my energies slowly but steadily diminish. I am bereft of an inspirational movement or personality. I hope to grow in prayer, holiness and love with my spouse.

I am a product of my time. Moreso, I am a member of the Church, a branch in the vine, and have benefited richly from so many currents, personalities, movements. I am among the most undeservedly fortunate of men. I am grateful.

Thursday, October 7, 2021

A Catholic Case for Staying in Afghanistan

If Trump and Biden...moral degenerates both, true deplorables...strongly agree on a policy...in this case immediate withdrawal from Afghanistan...it is probably a bad idea. If large majorities on the left and right...in a widely, deeply decadent society...applaude the decision, it must be wrong.

Disclosure: I am about 55% confident in my view. I am far from certain. I see the ambiguities, complexities, dangers of staying: the expenditure of money and lives, the futility of "nation building" in this complex, the local corruption as well as the visceral rejection of foreign intrusion. I enjoy none of the indignation, arrogant certitude, and righteous anger of those on the left and right who express contempt for my position. For me, it is complicated!

Global context: we are engagned in mortal conflict with totalitarian communism and militant Jihadism. This is a fight to the death...as much as World War II or the cold war. Every advance and each surrender matters: our withdrawal from Afghanistan was a serious setback.

We could have partitioned off maybe a fifth of Afghanistan, around Kabul, with a perimeter protected by a small (2,500) military force with excellent technology. This modest, free zone would allow:

1. A Catholic presence: works of mercy, Eucharist, monks and martyrs and hermits.

2. Educaion of young women.

3. An incipient culture of free enterprise, rule of law, democracy, human rights.

4. Other Christian, religious, and humanitarian organizations. A dialogue between Islam and other religions and points of view.

5. A military/intelligence base from which to monitor the broader Sharia nations and strike against the revival of Al Queda or other terrorist camps which could threaten our national and global security.

Prior to our departure, there was a single Catholic chapel in Kabul. It served foreigners; Afghans were sternly forbidden to convert. Now there is no visible Catholic presence. This is tragic!

The obvious dilemna is that we, the "West", are ourselves involved in a civil culural war between liberal secularism (individualistic, atheistic, cosmopolitan, technological, sexually liberational, malignant in growth of state and global capitalism) and our Christian heritage. We are no longer a coherent, integral culture; we are incapable of a fierce assault on our enemies or even of a firm defense of our values because we lack inner identity, form, character. We are decadent.

Today, October 7, 2021 is the 450 year anniversary of the battle of Lepanto, when the prayer of the Rosary by a united Christendom elicited the divine intervention of our Lady of Victories and saved the west from an invading Islam. Let us pray, today, the rosary, and invoke our Lady's assistance today, as we wage a three-way global war against secular liberalism, communism and Jihadism.

Our Lady of the Rosary, our Lady of Victories, Pray for us!

Sunday, October 3, 2021

What is Art? What is Beauty?

Art is the human creation of an object (poem, building, song, etc.) that is beautiful.

"What is Beauty?" is an infinite question!

Let's start by contrasting beauty, as a realistic quality of the object, with pleasure, the pleasing sensation of the beholder. Beauty is objective; pleasure subjective. The taste of chocolate is pleasing to one person, displeasing to another. Here we have subjective feelings or emotions. But the beauty of an object, a symphony or a mountain range or a single rose, abides in the object and is appreciated by the admirer.

In classic thought (Aristotle, Plato) beauty is one of the four transcendentals or qualites of Being as such. The others are Truth, Goodness and Unity. In this realist perspective, any thing, any entity or being, is...by virture of its existence, at once true and good and beautiful. It is such according to its significant, specific form: so a rose is beautiful as a rose, a symphony as a symphony, a woman as a woman. The form is the inner essence, the interior principle of life, which animates the object in all its aspects. So, the perception of beauty by the beholder is an intelligent act by which the knower/lover sees, intuits, knows, and delights in the form of the object as that form animates and radiates in all elements of the object. So, the appearances...sounds, visuals, colors, shape, words, dramatic narrative...in their multiplicity and diversity all manifest or express the interior form, which is deep, hidden yet manifest, spiritual yet indwelling material, invisible yet becoming visible.

The question asked often is: "Are you beautiful because I love you or do I love you because you are beautiful?" This is not an absolute binary, either-or question. Clearly the beloved becomes more beautiful as she enjoys the enjoying gaze of the lover. His love enhances, elicits, affirms, augments her beauty. But the primacy is in the inherent beauty of the beloved. The lover is first of all passive, receptive of the beauty; he is carried away; he is defenseless, overcome and captivated. Only susequently, secondarily does he seek and court out of a desire conceived in receptivity.

Beauty is classicaly described in three dimensions: integrity, proportion and radiance. Integrity refers to the unity of the object, the interior singular and distinctive identity which brings together all elements of the object. Proportion, related to integrity, indicates that all elements are properly ordered to each other in a harmony that is pleasing. Radiance is the mysterious illumination, from the depth of the object, that shines forth from every element as it manifests the form that yet remains hidden, deep, transcendent.

Beauty indwells real things, but by an analogy and an imitation it also lives in artwork, human creations. Art is an imitation, but is far more than a mere photocopy. The creative spirit of the artist gives life to a new "thing" which reflects actual reality but in a novel, imaginative, beautiful and inspiring manner. So, for example, a beautiful rose or a lovely woman or a striking sunset might inspire in the poet a poem, in the painter a painting, and the composer a song. Each echoes or draws from the beauty of the original, the actual being, but in a novel, imaginative manner. The beauty of the original is elaborated, developed, enhanced...we might say "glorified." It is new and surprising even as it orginates in a prior, primary reality. It is not "creation out of nothing." It is derivitave even as it is innovative.

Beauty, as indwelling the real or being, in nature or in art, is intrinsically united with Truth and Goodness. We distinguish them conceptually but in reality they indwell each other. So, for example, something that is inauthentic or deceptive and therefore not true cannot be really beautiful. A failure in truth wounds the being which loses beauty as well. Similarly, a failure in the good, something that is apparently beautiful but somehow evil, is also degenerate and therefor lacking in true beauty, no matter how pleasing, impressive or glamorous the appearances. Appreciation for Beauty without Goodness or Truth (think of Nazi officers listening to a symphony) is an empty, superficial aestheticism; concern for the Good without the Truth or the Beautiful is a dry, oppressive moralism; devotion to Truth without Beauty or the Good is a vague abstraction or lifeless empiricism. But a good society will be enhanced by the authetically beautiful. The moral and aesthetic and the intellectual cannot be separated from each other.

Beauty and Art are ends in themselves and are not mere means to another end. So, for example, a piece of art that is primarily intended to advance a moral or political end would be diminished if not entirely emptied of beauty. However, a genuine work of art will manifest beauty and organically also express the good and the true so the beholder is pleased and delighted, but also illuminated in truth and inspired in good. Beauty, along with Goodness and Truth, are qualities of the real, of being. Analagously, genuine work is a creative expression, again, of the Good the True and the Beautiful.

Tuesday, September 28, 2021

Hell and It's Population: Revisited

The argument has revived: Is there a hell? What is its population?

In a recent book David Bentley Hart mounts a powerful argument that a loving God cannot possibly tolerate an eternal hell. My theologian son found it to be persuasive. I will not read it; I am not bright enough to handle his argument. He may be the smartest living Christian theologian; actually, a little too smart. Eastern Orthodox, not Roman Catholic, he defers to no authority other than his own reading of scripture and the fathers. Lots of intellect; but not much humility or obedience! This is not the "kneeling theology" of Balthasar! He is an outright universalist in his bold denial of hell. We Catholics rejected that view milennia ago.

More pertinent for us, Bishop Barron by endorsing Balthasar's more moderate and Catholically correct suggestion that we "dare hope" for the salvation of all (granting the existence of hell, but hoping it is unpopulated) has provoked a fierce reaction from traditionalists as well as charismatic Ralph Martin.

I have strong sympathies with the "dare to hope" view which is uninhibited in its proclamation of the vast superiority of God's mercy to our sinfulness. Balthasar said (as I recall): "It is infinitely improbable that man's finite freedom, in the face of God's Mercy, would choose hell." As I consider that statement, I find it problematic. It does glorify God's mercy, but it minimizes the gravity of our freedom in a way disconsonant with Catholic tradition, especially about responsibility, merit, reward and retribution. Ralph Martin is on to something: I would place myself halfway between Barron and Martin on this one.

Martin (in Will All Be Saved?appreciatively quotes Balthasar on the dual streams throughout scripture: one that God wills the salvation of all and the other that we are responsible for our Yes or No and we can destroy ourselves by rejecting God. Agreeing that the two must be kept in tension, Martin finds that Balthasar (and Barron and company) have effectively collapsed the second stream and inflated the first. Martin is right, for a number of reasons.

The "dare to hope" school emphasizes that Jesus fierce statements about hell are exhortatory rather than predictive. This is true of course: Jesus purpose is to move us to repent and avoid hell. But if they are entirely emptied of any predictive substance, they risk becoming empty threats. Imagine the child, warned by Mom that there will be no ice cream if he doesn't eat any veggies or meat! If he is confident that she will be merciful and invested in the nutritional value of the ice cream he will dismiss the threat as impotent. Padre Pio, told by someone that he didn't believe in hell responded "You will when you get there." Perhaps a Pascalesque wager is appropriate. Since we don't really know if hell is populated, we need to make a calculated gamble: do we gain or lose more in leaning into which direction? The safter wager is to assume a populated hell and let that motivate us. It seems prudent to leave the traditional architecture of the last things in place.

As in almost all things theological, we do best to go to John Paul and Benedict, both huge admirers of Balthasar. On this specific issue, the population of hell, they clearly take a different, more traditional positon. In Crossing the Threshold of Hope John Paul mentions Balthasar's "dare to hope" viewpoint but responds in the traditional vein that justice requires a proportionate consequence to deep evil. In a catechesis in 1999, John Paul clearly stated that hell is a state of life (not a physical place) which we can choose by our freedom. He restates the doctrine that hell is already populated by demons. He conspicuosly does not "dare to hope" for the salvation of all. He sees it as a final, eternal state, not temporary or transitional.He strongly states that it is a possibiltity for all of us. He acknowledges that hell is a Mystery, that we cannot rationally explain it in light of a loving God, but he takes the many gospel warnings, from Jesus, at their word: there is a hell and it is populated and we are all in danger and it is forever. The tension...between Mercy and our responsibility...is clearly upheld; neither pole is vitiated.

Likewise Pope Benedict in a conversation with German priests was asked about the disappearance of hell, purgatory and heaven from preaching and catechesis. He agreed that it is a problem. His analysis was that this inattention is due to a Catholic defensiveness against the Marxist allegation that we obsess ourselves with the afterlife and ignore life here on earth. He pointed out that communism in its messianic utopianism has destroyed life on earth and suggested that more contemplation of the last things would enhance our capacity to tend to the earth and our brothers and sisters.

Clearly, both popes unequivocally affirmed the existence of a populated, eternal hell. But is is worth noting that it is not a theme that is repeated often in their own teachings and writings. They are not preoccupied with hell. With impeccable orthodoxy, they leave the tradition in tact.

As a self-identified catechist, (and an amatuer, wannabe theologian), I evaluate theology for its catechetical value, clarity, strength. In this regard, Benedict in particular is the theologian-catechist par excellence! No one combines such erudition, depth, holiness, clarity, simplicity and availability to the layman. Balthasar's "dare we hope" theory is confusing. It doesn't really work in teaching, let's say, 14 year olds. It makes sense as theological speculation, but doesn't translate well. It contradicts commonsense, not just Catholic, intuitions about reward and punishment. In this vein, consider "lex orandi, lex creendi" {the Church believes what it prays). While the Church does pray "that all men be saved", I have never heard, even in informal private prayer much less in public liturgy, an intercession for the soul of Hitler, Stalin or Mao. Christ died for each of them; even if they were the only men who ever lived he would have suffered and died. Theologically it is logical to pray for them. But psychologically, it is abhorrent. Their evil is too deep, dense, horrific. It would be a vile act to pray thus: imagine there is a descendent of their victims present. We just do not do that. We never think about it; but we don't do that.

Intuitively, we carry a moral sense that the good must be rewarded and the evil punished. It just must be so. The secular, liberal mind has entirely repressed this sense of retribution, merit, wrath and justice; it has subsitued a soft, emasculated ethos of unmitigated acceptance, kindness, mercy and inclusion and entirely canceled the virile, paternal valuation of responsibility, accountability, authority, retribution and reward.

Pope Francis is an example. Thoroughly emotivist and incoherent in his thought, he told the Italian mafia they were headed to hell if they didn't repent, and then (allegedly) reassured his atheistic journalist friend that God would never allow for an eternal hell of suffering. In assuring his friend that truly evil souls merely cease to exist he articulated "annihilationism." I myself find that view appealing and intelligible: that the evil cease to exist as the good enter eternal life. The problem: that is not the clear and constant teaching of the Church. The Church clearly believes in the inherent immortality of the soul and an eternity of punishment, of separation from God, for the unrepentant. I admit: it does not make sense to me. At this point, I meekly defer to the authority of the Church.

Pope Benedict did speculate that perhaps the damned are very few: rare are the souls so devoid of good that there is nothing there upon which God's mercy can build. This is vintage Ratzinger: gentle, balanced, clear, orthodox. This is a moderate, balanced "daring to hope."

The Catholic consensus is that there is a hell but the population is unknown to us just as we do not know for sure if any soul, even Judas or Hitler, is damned.

Too much speculation on the question is not helpful. Avery Dulles, in his usual magisterial style (First Things, May 2003) hit the nail on the head: Best that we not know: If there are few we will fall into presumption, if many we may despair. He finds Balthasar to be orthodox in"daring to hope" since the Church does pray for all to be saved. But he acknowledges that his view is "adventureous" and dissonant with much of tradition.

Dulles acknowledges a significant shift in Catholic theology with Vatican II's stronger sense of God's grace being powerfully operative beyond the boundaries of the visible, institutional Church. We are rightly more optomistic than prior to the Council. But I would add that that postive shift is accompanied by a diminished sense of sin, of the demonic and of spiritual combat. This is the aspect that Martin and the trads rightly advocate.

He also recalls a provocative suggestion by Maritain: that at some future point the souls in hell receive a new blessing whereby they are relieved of suffering and they transition into a kind of eternal limbo, grateful to God but lacking in the beatific vision. Think of it like this: after about a kazillion-badillion years of tormenting fire (metaphorically speaking), with Justice and Retribution more than satisfied, God's benevolence kicks in and hell gets air conditioning, regulated temperature between 68-72; nice swimming pools and a lovely beach. Like spending the rest of infinity at a good Mariott on a Caribean island: it ain't heaven but it ain't terrible! This theory is entirely without basis in Scripture or tradition but is not itself heretical and tenable as a speculation. I like the idea: it retains the immortality of the soul, the eternity of hell, and the final triumph of God's mercy and benevolence. It is imaginative!

A similar speculation was advanced by Fr. Benedict Groeschel and more elaborately by Gil Baile: the possibility that at the moment of death (or before death, or after death?)each soul encounters the wounded, crucified, merciful Jesus Christ and makes a final decision to repent of sin, forgive the enemy, and receive forgiveness. This "eschatological event" offers a final dispensation of grace, offers grounds to hope for all, upholds the reality of hell as well as the final mercy of God. I find it to be a happy thought: it inspires me to prepare even now, in the smallest decisions, to prepare myself to make the right choice at the final dramatic encounter.

My own favorite "hell quote" is: "The gates of hell shall not prevail." Here Jesus clearly has hell in defense. He has come to invade, destroy, and empty hell. We are with him in this offensive. We are aggressive, not passive; we are confident, not anxious; we are finally, with his grace, Victorious!

Sunday, September 26, 2021

The Logic of Synodality: Secular Progressivism

I stand corrected: in a recent essay I described "synodality" as lacking any shape, definition or purpose. But Carlo Lancelotti, writing on DelNoce (not on synodality) in Humanumenlightened me: there is indeed a logic to it, that of atheistic progressivism. DelNoce realized that modernity has replaced traditional metaphysics and religion with a Marx-like trust in "the direction of history" as an inevitable, irresistable progress into a glorious, liberated future out of an oppressive, ignorant past. In our present, this does not take the shape of an integral hegelian dialectic, but of an evolutionary technologism rooted in the science and expertise of the elite that increases its control over life in all its contigencies and liberates us from a dark past. To be sure, the project of synodality as intended by the Vatican is not explicitly atheistic, but it is animated by that interior spirit, a trust in change, in discontinuity with a rigid past, in a romantic if vague future of liberation. This is identical with the "Spirit of Vatican II" which presumed a superiority of the enlightened, educated, scientific present over the superstitions, rigidities and oppressions of the the past, tradition and authority.

Such is the polar opposite of Catholicism, the religion of memory. Our core belief is that the Eternal was revealed, once and for ever, in the person-life-death-rising of a single man, Jesus Christ. Such will never be surpassed. All of subsequent history is an unfolding of the meaning of that drama. For sure there is fluidity, novelty, creativity,and surprise as we move forward in history, but it is always an unraveling of dimensions of what is already given in Christ. So, our practice is one of constant remembering: contemplating the words and works of Jesus, in light of the history of Israel, and unravaled in the journey of the Church as well as our own specific itineraries.

For example, the actual, historical Vatican Council II was an exercise in resourcement, a return to the sources, scripture and the fathers/doctors of the Church. A remembering. A retrieval, But in a new context so with new and serendipitous revelations, but always in the light of the deposit of faith.

Catholic life and practice, in all its symphonic splendour, is a constant refrain: remembering and rediscovering anew in the present what was already given but now overflowing organically, extravagantly, magnanimously. This occurs in Eucharist, scripture study, the prayer of the Church, the rosary and all the devotions. It is an Eternal Event, ever new but ever ancient.It is not synodality.

Saturday, September 25, 2021

The Simple Joy of Daily Mass

What I love about daily mass: quiet, anonymous, invisible, alone, peaceful. I don't talk to anybody; no one talks to me. I have been going to daily mass in my parish for almost 5 decades: I know almost no one by name; I doubt they know me. I like it that way. To be comfortable, I require a 10 foot perimeter of social distancing: the covid has helped with that by moving us out of chapels into huge churches.

Yes, I know liturgy is all about community, sharing a meal, communion with each other in Christ. I don't really care: I want my solitude. Yes I am old, ornery and eccentric!

I think of my mother who recalled that when she was raising us, her nine children, her only break all week was that hour when she walked up to Sunday mass, prayed quietly and walked home alone.

I think of the conversion of Dorothy Day. Hers was an intellectual turn that resulted from her reading the saints and Catholic theology and practice. She was baptized on a rainy, gloomy day and walked home alone. For years she personally knew almost no Catholics, even as she went to daily mass, prayed the rosary and read voraciously. She was deeply Catholic but entirely solitary. Her friends were the radicals, anarchists, bohemians...whose world she had abandoned...until Peter Maurin walked in. But she always remained something of a misfit in the world of radical politics and that Catholicism. Lonely!

Of course I love Sunday mass; the liturgy of Holy Week. I value the Latin mass with its chant, solemnity, and memories. I love charismatic liturgies with singing in tonques, inspired preaching, lively praise music. I also found delight in the Neocatechumenal Eucharist: the exhortations, echoes, and Kiko's rousing guitar music.

The core shape, the form, the interior logos of the Eucharist is sublimely simple: we listen to the Word of God; then the priest offers bread and wine, consecrates, and we receive. My all time favorite Eucharists are the ones we learn of by priests in prison, as in communism, who are smuggled a drop of wine and a crumb of bread and they reverently, secretly consecrate and receive. The entire, immense, infinite, eternal, boundless Eucharist is right there, in those few words and simple, minute elements.

So, I am basically a low-brow, no-frills, guy in liturgical style. There are a number of reasons why I cherish silence, anonymity, calm.

- Bascially an introvert, I cherish my solitude.

With my work, large family and close friends I have plenty of fellowship, maybe too much.

My Irish-Catholic DNA: a friend reminded me that in the centuries of poverty and oppression by the English, the Irish celebrated simply, quietly, without ostentation and left all the bells and smells to the high-church Anglicans.

Mostly where I worship I am demographically a minority, surrounded by Asians (mostly Philipinos), Latinos and a smattering of blacks and whites.

We moved into Jersey City as adults, after our marriage, and therefore do not have the network of connections from growing up here. We have always been "strangers" or immigrants here.

Don't imagine that I am in a mystical state at mass. Most of the time my mind is meandering and ruminating: writing my next blog essay, critiquing our pope or president, thinking about my day, fixating on my biggest work worries (enough money? bedbugs and hoarders, psychiatric situations, relationship challenges), or daydreaming about that georgeous actress I saw in a movie the previous night (today that would be Gene Tierney in Laura...I can't imagine how JFK could leave her for a life in politics?!?!).

But the good thing: the words of the priest, the readings and prayers, as well as the visuals (paintings, stained glass, stations, stations, etc.) intrude on my obsessions and compulsions and draw me to ponder the love God has for us as shown in the Gracious Act of our salvation.

For daily mass...routine, calm, quiet, anonymous, invisible, alone, patient, inspiring, protective, secure...THANKS BE TO GOD!