Sunday, October 30, 2011

Old chestnuts #94

Honestly, if these guys could just marry, all this child abuse would never have happened.

Oh, wait...

Saturday, October 29, 2011

We cannot have it all

The wise Theodore Dalrymple on love and marriage:

At the root of the problem is our belief in the perfectibility of life, that it is possible in principle for all desiderata to be satisfied without remainder, and that anything less than perfection, including in relationships, not only is, but ought to be, rejected by us. We cannot accept that we might at some point have to forego the delirium of passion for the consolation of companionship, that Romeo and Juliet is fine as catharsis but not very realistic as a guide to married life at the age of 56. We cannot have it all.


Friday, October 28, 2011

Bastardi!


Anyone who does this is evil. Simples.


Thursday, October 27, 2011

Discipline

My sister has had a difficult marital history and her current situation is, in the eyes of the Church, irregular. Yet she is very devout and a much better Christian than I will ever be. And despite being a reformed hippy, she sticks to the rules. She knows she may not receive Holy Communion until such a time that her marital status conforms to the mind of the Church (and therefore of Christ).

So I admire her forebearance given that when attending a service on Good Friday morning with her husband at their local Anglican Cathedral (he is an Anglican) which had an oecumenical element to it, she saw the Vicar General of her diocese in the north of England receiving the Anglican version of communion.

When senior clergy do not keep their own discipline with regard to the Eucharist and Holy Communion, is it any wonder the laity end up so lax?

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

What Would Che Wear?

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Friday, October 14, 2011

The Missionary Oblates of Mary Immaculate in Canada #1



I was in Kelowna in the beautiful Okanagan Valley last weekend for the thanksgiving weekend. I did the BMO Okanagan Half Marathon. What was quite marked was the figure of Fr Pandosy, a Missionary Oblate of Mary Immaculate. There is a street named after him, his original mission has been preserved locally and a bronze statue of the man is planned for the city (it was the 150th anniversary of white settlement in the Valley). This was a priest who set up a modern city and evangelised the Native population.

There is a neat history HERE. Fr Pandosy strikes me as a remarkable man of many parts, perhaps a little eccentric and at times irascible in a rather unpriestly way. His legacy is remarkable - he recognised the fruitfulness of the Okanagan Valley and planted the first vines and orchards. The Okanagan Valley is now the prime producer of soft fruit in Canada and now a significant producer of wines (some a bit variable in quality, some very good).

What strikes one is the sheer poverty of the early mission:

Although an ordination was a solemn event, the vicissitudes of daily life in a Territorial stockade required improvisation. Father Ronald Young describes the scene in his Ph.D. dissertation on the Missionary Oblates:




“While attempting to maintain all the solemnity that the occasion required, but lacking some of the vestments, Brother Chirouse had to use one of Mr. McBean’s long nightshirt as an alb. [An alb is a long white robe worn by a priest at Mass.] As there had been no time to build any churches, they were ordained in the temporary residence of the Bishop. It was the same room that served as his chapel, refectory, recreation room, meeting hall, and dormitory” (p.75).





Similary the poverty was more than just symbolic and took its toll:



The bearded Pandosy was close to starving, his cassock was in tatters and he had been abandoned by all the natives. Although he had plenty of food, it became apparent that he was unable to take care of himself” (p. 93). Pandosy’s relations with the Indians had deteriorated to the point where one Walla Walla Indian threatened him with a knife during an argument. Chirouse nursed Pandosy back to health and in September 1849 took him to the Holy Cross Mission in the Yakima Valley.


Do read some of the links. I'll come back to the OMI's and their history, especially in Western Canada as there are some remarkable figures.

The order has a personal link to me in that I grew up in an Oblate parish. I'll cover, too, my thoughts about where the Oblates have gone awry.

Monday, October 03, 2011

When a penitential rite becomes psychobabble.

From Mass yesterday:

Priest: "For the times when our affectivity causes pain and hurt for others - Lord have mercy"
People: "What the...?"

That's why you say the black, and nothing but the black; do the red and nothing but the red.