Wednesday, July 31, 2019
Sunday, July 28, 2019
Basilica of St. Peter - "Gloria" - W. A. Mozart
From my own beautiful Basilica of Saint Peter in Columbia South Carolina.
Tess Hartis, Violin and Mark Husey, Organist & Choirmaster, Esther Kim Ruder, Soprano; Aubrey Nelson, Mezzo Soprano, James Gatch, Tenor and the Gallery Choir, Basilica of Saint Peter's Catholic Church, Columbia, South Carolina
Saturday, July 20, 2019
Father Rutler: "Without Christ All Things Fall Apart"
Father George W. Rutler |
If
there is no objective truth, there are no heresies. For the lazy
thinker, the mellow refrain suffices: “It’s all good.” The etymology of
“heresy” is complicated, but it has come to mean a wrong choice. Yet, if
the mere act of choosing justifies itself (as when people declare
themselves “Pro-Choice”), then no choice is wrong. But we live in a real
world, and so everything cannot be right. Thus, we have a new religion
called political correctness, and anyone who is politically incorrect is
accused of being “phobic” one way or another. Suddenly what claims to
be liberal is decidedly illiberal, and what is called “free speech” is
anything but free.
This
confusion is rooted in a fundamental misunderstanding of creation
itself. The world follows an order; otherwise all would be chaos. As God
has revealed himself as its Creator, there are truths about the world
that cannot be denied without illogical anarchy. Every heresy is an
exaggeration of a truth. For instance, Arianism teaches the humanity of
Christ to the neglect of his divinity, and Apollinarianism does the
opposite. The long list of heresies with complicated names illustrates
how many deep thinkers made mistakes by relying only on their own
limited powers of deduction. The two most destructive heresies were
Gnosticism and Calvinism, which totally misunderstood creation and the
human condition. Thus, we have the romantic fantasizing of Teilhard de
Chardin and the sociopathic astringency of John Calvin.
In
the first chapter of his letter to the Colossians, Saint Paul sets the
orthodox template by raising his glorious theology to an effervescent
canticle praising the mystery of Christ “who is the image of the unseen
God and the first born of all creation.” This hymnody animates the
Office of Vespers in the weeks of each month: “. . . for in him were
created all things in heaven and on earth . . .”
By
natural intelligence, we would know God as the Designer of the
universal order (Romans 1:19-20), but only by God’s revelation can we
know the existence of Christ transcending time and space. By Christ’s
enfleshment and the shedding of his blood on the Cross, as Saint John
Paul II said, quoting Colossians, “the face of the Father, Creator of
the universe becomes accessible in Christ, author of created reality:
‘all things were created through him . . . in him all things hold
together.'” So Christ cannot be understood as just another wise man in
the mold of Confucius or Solomon. As Saint Cyril of Alexandria
proclaimed: “We do not say that a simple man, full of honors, I know not
how, by his union with Him was sacrificed for us, but it is the very
Lord of glory who was crucified.”
Without
recrimination or censoriousness, but just looking around at the
disastrous state of contemporary culture, logic can conclude that, if
all things hold together in Christ, without Christ all things fall apart.
Wednesday, July 17, 2019
Wednesday, July 3, 2019
Saturday, June 22, 2019
Father Rutler: The Feast of Corpus Christi
By Father George W. Rutler
Jacques
Pantaléon was an unlikely candidate for the papacy, being neither a
cardinal nor Italian, since he was the son of a French cobbler.
Nonetheless he became Pope Urban IV after having acquitted himself well
as Patriarch of Jerusalem. His attentions also involved him in concerns
from Constantinople to Germany and Denmark.
Two
months before his death in 1264, he commissioned Saint Thomas Aquinas
to write hymns for a new feast honoring the Eucharistic Presence of
Christ. There used to be many hymnodic “Sequences,” but over the years
they were trimmed down to Easter and Pentecost and, later, Corpus
Christi. Although Aquinas had written so sublimely about the Real
Presence, Urban wanted song more than prose. Thus we have Pange Lingua, Tantum Ergo, Panis Angelicus, and O Salutaris Hostia.
As they have endured nearly nine centuries so far, they are likely to
outlast the musical kitsch that guitar-strumming grey heads of a dying
Woodstock generation persist in thinking are the heraldic sounds of a
New Age. Unlike the works of those more recent composers, whose absent
Latin and poor English only serve to express a low Eucharistic theology,
the classical hymnody of Aquinas can best be sung in the original and,
if sung in translation, needs translators who are accomplished Latinists
and masters of English. Two Anglican converts of the nineteenth
century, Edward Caswall and Gerard Manley Hopkins, qualified for that.
The
ineffable mystery of the Blessed Sacrament will always be prey to minds
smaller than the Doctors of the Church, as they try to reduce mystery
to mere human puzzle whose pieces can be arranged according to limited
human intelligence. Even in Pope Urban’s age, which by many standards of
architecture and scholarship was golden, confusion about the Real
Presence in the Mass was spreading. One priest, Father Peter of Prague,
while en route to Rome was granted what the Church considers a miracle:
blood emanating from the Host. Pope Urban was in nearby Orvieto and sent
delegates to inspect the phenomenon. The Feast of Corpus Christi soon
followed.
At
the last Supper, our Lord did not subject his apostles to a lecture on
how he could give them his Body to eat and Blood to drink. He simply
commanded, “Do this.” This is not to deny the vocation of theologians
ever since to describe the Heavenly Banquet, but the best of them have
known the difference between apprehending and comprehending. “Faith for
all defects supplying, Where the feeble senses fail.”
A
Baptist hymn writer in the nineteenth century, Robert Lowry, would
certainly have been a bit uncomfortable in the presence of the Dominican
master Thomas Aquinas, but one suspects that the Angelic Doctor would
have fully empathized with the confidence of Lowry’s hymn:
The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart,
A fountain ever springing;
All things are mine since I am his—
How can I keep from singing?
Saturday, June 15, 2019
Father Rutler: The Strange Case of Dr. Biden and Mr. Hyde
From Crisis Magazine
By Father George W. Rutler
Bishop Miler Magrath (Maolmhuire Mag Raith) of
Ireland (1523-1622) wrote his own epitaph for the tomb in Cashel in
which he was finally laid in his one-hundredth year. The syntax is
convoluted as was his life: “Here where I am placed I am not. I am not
where I am not. Nor am I in both places, but I am in each.” It was his
way of recalling that he managed to be a Catholic bishop and a
Protestant bishop at the same time. He started out as a Franciscan
friar, schooled in Rome, and soon became bishop of Down and Connor, then
Clogher before Cashel, exacting rents from all of them, and adding
Waterford, Lismore, Killala, and Achonry to his sees, becoming rich,
although his cathedral in Cashel was said to be a pigsty, and few of his
people were aware of the existence of God. Although he maintained many
Franciscan ties—albeit wearing armor as protection against sullen rent
payers—he authorized the hunting down of Papist priests while also
warning them ahead of time, operating as a sort of double agent. Amy
O’Meara of Toomevara married him, but devoutly refused to eat meat on
Fridays and reared their nine children as Catholics. Pope Gregory VIII
finally excommunicated him, but Paul V legitimized his children.
Bishop Magrath’s creative rationalizing brings to mind his
contemporary in England, Simeon Aleyn, who was unable to maintain the
duplicity of practicing two religions at the same time. To retain his
living as vicar of the leafy and affluent parish of Bray in Berkshire he
switched creeds to accommodate whichever might be the religion “du
jour” of the reigning monarch. In his charming book of curiosities,
“Worthies of England” (1662), Thomas Fuller wrote: “The vivacious vicar
[of Bray] living under King Henry VIII, King Edward VI, Queen Mary, and
Queen Elizabeth, was first a Papist, then a Protestant, then a Papist,
then a Protestant again. He had seen some martyrs burnt two miles off at
Windsor and found this fire too hot for his tender temper. This vicar,
being attacked by one for being a turncoat and an inconstant changeling,
said, ‘Not so, for I always kept my principle, which is this—to live
and die the Vicar of Bray.’” This would inspire a caustic ballad which
has from time to time been tailored to fit half a dozen other Churchmen
of different periods but with similar qualities of adaptability:
And this is law, I will maintain
Unto my Dying Day, Sir.
That whatsoever King may reign,
I will be the Vicar of Bray, Sir!
Unto my Dying Day, Sir.
That whatsoever King may reign,
I will be the Vicar of Bray, Sir!
There is a political parallel to this malleability in the former Vice
President, Joe Biden, who has decided to run for the presidency as a
Catholic independent of the strictures of Catholicism. As vice
president, he officiated at the civil “marriage” of two men in 2016,
although he had voted for the Defense of Marriage Act in 1996. When he
was exploring a run for the presidency in 2008, Biden famously said: “I
will shove my rosary beads down the throat of any Republican who says I
am not a Catholic.” The Bishop of Cashel and the Vicar of Bray could not
have said it more eloquently.
On June 5, Biden had a campaign spokesman reiterate his long-standing
support of the Hyde Amendment, which, having been passed by Congress in
1977, prevented federal funding for abortions save for pregnancies
caused by rape, or incest, and considerations of risk to the life of the
mother. Such provisions at the time were considered to be pragmatic for
attaining passage of the bill. A day after affirming the Hyde
Amendment, Biden gave a speech in Atlanta in which he repudiated the
Hyde Amendment, while simultaneously insisting that he was not rejecting
his previous position on abortion funding, and added that he would make
“no apologies for the last position.” His overnight flip-flop brings to
mind the agility with which Senator Kerry in 2004 explained his stance
on a supplemental appropriation for military operations in Iraq and
Afghanistan: “I actually did vote for the $87 billion before I voted
against it.” That was matched and perhaps surpassed by the leader of the
Australian party One Nation, Pauline Hanson, who said in 2018 with
reference to tax cut legislation: “I haven’t flip-flopped, I said no
originally, then I said yes, then I have said no and I’ve stuck to it.”
To assure anyone who might put a cynical gloss on Biden’s reversal, one
of his campaign officials, T.J. Ducklo, said, “This is about health
care, not politics.”
In a flash of honesty, Bismarck said: “Politics is the art of the
possible, the attainable—the art of the next best.” No one can survive
in public life if he naïvely denies that situations may require
compromise and even reversals. I was fortunate to know Congressman Henry
Hyde, who counted his amendment his greatest achievement and told
interesting stories of what was involved in getting it passed. I also
knew Judge Bork, who was slandered by the rancorous attacks of shameless
senators, including Biden, who ranted as chairman of the Senate
Judiciary Committee: “It appears to me that you are saying that the
government has as much right to control a married couple’s decision
about choosing to have a child or not, as that government has a right to
control the public utility’s right to pollute the air.” Both Hyde and
Bork were aware of the art of the possible, but they also knew that when
retractions and contradictions affect matters of life or death,
accommodation takes on an ominous character.
In “The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,” Robert Louis
Stevenson wrote of another and very different, indeed opposite, Mr.
Hyde, but his cryptic message was that Jekyll and Hyde are the same man,
and conscience is the serum that frees one and restrains the other: “I
(Dr. Jekyll) was still cursed with my duality of purpose; and as the
first edge of my penitence wore off, the lower side of me, so long
indulged, so recently chained down, began to growl for licence. Not that
I dreamed of resuscitating Hyde; … no, it was in my own person that I
was once more tempted to trifle with my conscience….”
Biden was given an honorary doctorate from Trinity College, Dublin,
in 2016, enriching his academic laurels which were tenuous after he
placed 75 out of 86 in his Syracuse College of Law class, although he
claimed to have been in the top half. But if politics is the art of the
possible, one must expect artistic liberties. Drawing on, and perhaps
exhausting, his information on Shakespeare, Biden said that his mistake
regarding school grades, like his propensity for appropriating sources
without attribution, is “much ado about nothing.” Academic rankings are
not assurances of intelligence; in fact, Mr.—that is, Dr. Biden told a
voter during a campaign stop in New Hampshire in 1987: “I think I
probably have a much higher I.Q. than you.” Armed with such confidence,
Biden has wrestled with his conscience like a Sumo wrestler, thudding
against that “aboriginal vicar of Christ” and bouncing off. Free of
constricting guilt, and unafraid of the foolish need for consistency
which is the hobgoblin of those little minds with I.Q.’s less than his,
Biden now presents himself to the public as a prodigy of rejuvenation.
With hair thicker and teeth whiter, beyond the skill of frail Mother
Nature, and armed with his lethal Rosary, he is ready to lead America
like an eager Boy Scout helping an unwilling lady across the wrong
street.
The Bourbon Henry of Navarre, baptized Catholic but reared Protestant
and the champion of a Huguenot army, became King Henry IV of France by
cutting a deal: he would declare himself Catholic. An intemperate
Catholic, François Ravaillac, thought that a threatened invasion of the
Spanish Netherlands proved the insincerity of Henry’s conversion, and
assassinated him in 1610. Although King Henry had said, “Paris vaut une
messe”—by his arcane calculation, Paris was worth a Mass—the Church has
never canonized him. Less saintly is anyone who calculates that
Washington, D.C., is worth more than a Mass.
Fr. George W. Rutler is pastor of St. Michael's church in New York City. He is the author of many books including Principalities and Powers: Spiritual Combat 1942-1943 (South Bend, IN: St. Augustine’s Press) and Hints of Heaven (Sophia Institute Press). His latest books are He Spoke To Us (Ignatius, 2016); The Stories of Hymns (EWTN Publishing, 2017); and Calm in Chaos (Ignatius, 2018).
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