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| So I just now settle down after a long day, and I decide (what the heck) to crank up a little game of Hearts on my computer. Admittedly, I use my laptop for little else besides writing papers and such, but I figure: hey, Hearts is Hearts - how much could've changed from XP to Vista? I start the game, make a few moves, and then get distracted for half a second thinking about something or other. My reverie is interrupted by something that has suddenly appeared on the screen . . .
Thank you so much. It appears as though Vista has continued what we all thought Windows XP had completed; do you remember when the 'balloon' pop-ups on the task-bar were part of a new and startling concept, startling especially on your first start-up? Captain, captain - come in, please! New software has been installed on your computer! --No, don't listen to him! We have a red-alert in engineering! --She's crazy! First you need to consider that your firewall is deactivated! Now Hearts nudges you on. Hilarious.
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| A few months ago a friend offered me an unlined journal of sorts with a hemp-woven cover and all-natural pressed paper (you can see bits of stems in the paper itself); it has an attached-at-the-binding paper bookmark with a wooden button laced on the end. In any case, I've been gradually - as in glacier-speed gradually - transcribing a recent long poem into the book as a gift for a friend who will be confirmed next year. It's even got a few acrylic illustrations/illuminations so far. If I get a chance, I'll post a few pictures here. I'm very excited about how it's turning out, and (with a few decades of practise) I might be able to make these sorts of gifts for family and friends. In other news, in cleaning out a desk drawer to-day, I managed to dredge up these little bits from awhile back; hold onto your shorts, these will change the history of poetry altogether . . .
Untitled #1 Faith, Hope, and Charity is Waking up next to the arguments Last night--
Faith, Hope, and Charity is Going next day to the Mystery's Own Mass time--
Faith, Hope, and Charity is Eating breakfast for breakfast's sake, lunch In its own rite--
--And repeating our whole lives, Repeating our whole lives, Repeating our Whole lives.
(Incidentally, The jackpot, journey, and feelings and flings Can be nice And perhaps are the Deity's tipped cup or His dimpled winks, But otherwise And beyond are so many commas and cymbals, Not the sanctus bells themselves.)
A Real-Life Romance Story, circa 21st-century So the woman on the street I helped salvage her groceries Asked me, What's a nice guy like You doing single, no ring? Well, I said, making Ends meet, for one thing, Besides bearing some of the weight Of my age-range's chronically single People, the awkward slab of my generation On the slack end of the roulette wheel. She grinned; I think, Said she, you're making A fool of me. Gladly, I said, but that being Said, you? would you care for some coffee? Oh, no, said she, Please, no, I didn't mean me, But somebody surely-- I was just being Nice. Well, grinning said I, I think you just might Have best answered your query.
Untitled #3 Terra firma is far too fruity and loose, and also too Small, when all it encounters is you On your own terms and terminus, Mr. and Sister Narcissus.
Then again, don't we know this? Heaven help us And bring us some exodus From this age of Default-to-narcissists; We can't help it; heaven help us, We who Agree to Be voting for 'Me' For the lack of any Other body To check off!
Check out our histories, These our recent histories, Our thesauruses shedding lexicons Of modern (that flavoured pudding-mix conjuring Modern as modern, meaning modern as present) in Favour of presently meaning Meaning is post-present but really post-20th (Saecula saeculorum likewise out of the question, removed to The 'secular', this being too Unavailed in the ballot box To check off).
When there is no consensus On what comprises a Ballot box, much less What to check off, How shall we now check off Anybody other than this: Mr./Sister Narcissus?
But no ballot when A world crashes in When in the Temple The Body yet thunders, 'I Am Present', And the Body then tells us The Body is more than enough Even at present.
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| EDIT: Wow, I botched this entry all up with all sorts of semantic issues. The 'Acts Road' plan of salvation? 'Repentance' at Sacrament of Penance . . . that is, not initiated before, in the act of contrition? This sort of loose wording is not ideal for this sort of entry. [EDIT WITHIN EDIT] Even the formatting is screwed up! Only Internet Explorer could discern the correct colour; this has been corrected.[/EDIT WITHIN EDIT]
Happy Feast of All Saints Day - it's been a long day for me, but a good one. In the next entry, I'll deal with what some protestants/protestant-groups say that Holy Scriptures say about how we get salvation (Romans Road et al.). Then I'll deal with what Holy Scriptures actually do say about normative vehicles of participation within God's salvation (hint: Jesus Christ our Lord, St. Peter, St. Philip, and many others - to say nothing of the Church at large, from time immemorial - made a big deal out of it). As for now, Ronald continues a good discussion:
Baptism is not a work, at least not our work. It is a gift from God, as is faith. So to place it on par with the idea of 'accepting Jesus into your heart' is a wrong comparison. We baptize because Jesus commands such. The gift is given to us. Receiving a gift is not a work for the gift is there and given whether we accept it or not. If we reject the gift, then that is our work. The difference between the false theology of 'asking Jesus into' and proper teaching is who makes the effort. Under synergism, I make the effort by the asking. I take the step. Under the truth, God/Jesus gives the gift, He makes the effort not I.
I definitely agree that God does not 'need' us (literally for anything, since we subsist in Him and not the other way around), and I definitely agree that it is God's prevenient and sanctifying grace that is His initiating, sustaining, and finishing righteousness in us; it is only because of God's grace that we even have a Saviour to save us in the first and last place. I would even go further and say that the Sacraments are objectively gifts and agents of God, they being the major signs (in the pre-modern/pre-Reformation, more involved sense) of God's work of grace. As you've correctly noted, they are God's work given to us. However, in all of this there is a mystery here of human participation, and that's what I was getting at in the last entry, in a roundabout and tongue-in-cheek way. Works-based salvation - as a term that the Jesus-in-my-heart theologians have levelled at the Church - falls apart under brief scrutiny. Even if Baptism is God's work, who baptises? Or consider the Sacrament of Penance/Reconciliation (or for the mainline, low-church protestant: asking God's forgiveness) - does God pick up the human, take him to the church on a Saturday afternoon, and make him confess? In the same way, who asks Jesus into my heart? If one is works-based because I 'help God out' by responding, then all of it is works-based. Just because I describe asking Jesus into my heart as a 'response' means nothing; Baptism is a gift received. We must respond to God's grace and 'work out our own salvation with fear and trembling', not because God 'needs' us but because He has required our response. God could have made a Sacrament of whistling a show-tune, if He so desired; He hasn't, but He has given us Sacraments that (because He has chosen them, instituted them, and invested them in His Church) are vehicles of grace. And He has given us the revelation - invested in His Church - that He expects us to take up a cross and follow Him in the way He has carved for us. The mystery can be summarised with the passage upon which many older hymns are based - about being 'washed in the Blood'. The implication in these hymns is generally (I can think of one exception) that Jesus is going to wash you in His blood. Ironically, these hymns that were largely crafted by the descendants of those who rescued the Bible from the evil Church actually perform a grave and repeated misreading of Revelation 7:14. In the literal Greek, the aorist third-person plural form of plunw indicates that the saints themselves have washed their own garments in the blood of the Lamb; and most colloquial translations, if not all, clearly and cleanly translate this in an accurate manner. Now, admittedly, this is apocalyptic imagery and has a context all its own - I would certainly espouse that and not use this one reference proof-texted to make some monolithic case for a Catholic understanding of God's salvation - but the passage itself must give us a little pause, since it so happens to be in the inerrant, infallible Holy Scriptures and just so happens to cryptically describe saints performing the works that have saved them. This is the mystery of our cooperation within God's grace; we do have a part, we do respond. But if the 'works-based salvation' critique is the route one wishes to take - of me having to help Jesus out - then it is immediately apparent that asking Jesus into my heart would fit the same criteria as Baptism or any other Catholic evil.
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| We are witnesses to Church history in the making. This is very complex, very shaky, very exciting, very nascent. While the Catholic Church has always consisted of many different rites - with different disciplines, unique expressions of liturgy, etc. - this is (and has been) an attempt to right a wrong that took place five hundred years ago. There are a lot of issues and kinks to be worked out, in figuring out how this is all going to play out; the road ahead (and behind) is long, but for a Church that has journeyed for 2,000 years, sorting things out over long periods of time is par for the course. Let us pray to our Lord in the spirit of His words in John 17, that God will be glorified and shown true in the Church's testimony of unification. I, for one, am very hopeful, though I freely admit that I'm a layman generally ignorant about what has preceded this decision.
News article in general: http://blogs.telegraph.co.uk/news/damianthompson/100014174/new-era-begins-as-benedict-throws-open-gates-of-rome-to-disaffected-anglicans/
The Traditional Anglican response to the Vatican: http://rorate-caeli.blogspot.com/2009/10/statement-of-primate-of-traditional.html
If you're into hilariously and entertainingly sensationalist, anti-Christian-biased journalism: http://news.aol.com/article/vatican-creates-new-structure-to-ease/728295?icid=main|main|dl2|link3|http://news.aol.com/article/vatican-creates-new-structure-to-ease/728295
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| Sorry to interrupt myself again (however, isn't this standard fare in entry series?), but I saw this to-day, and it was hilarious; also, I think my formatting woes in the last entry were due to my use of Google Chrome, which is an otherwise laudable Internet mojo.
Lost in a Translation or, The Hilarious Sighting near Nolensville Pike in the Afternoon Commute
To-day I saw the Ark of the Covenant strapped down in a pick-up truck bed. To-day I saw the Ark of the Covenant strapped flattened on end On the flattened end of a pick-up truck's blunt bed.
-No soul should carry (it’s written in the Good Book), So no soul carries, And so now the soul made TON AGION XRISTOFERON resigned to bury Himself in a pick-up truck’s Mundane muffler’s Guttural puttering;
-IN NOMINE of some thing (?) in capricious musings Of vocation-training of a girl Altar Boy in our sorting Through forgotten stages of a west-bound train at liturgical East, Rattletrapsing at forty-thousand-miles-per-footstep's-wink;
-This Sacred Mystery Brought to You By Crest Toothpaste, -LUMEN GENTIUM but with a taste of haste, -O KIBWTOS THS DIAQHKHS, -Three (nevermind fourth) languages translated eighteen times, Six times over three on the cantor's coughs on the descant, And I think someone should scrunch cracked lips, scratch at least his mind, For that poor little Ark of the Covenant!
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