ASK FATHER: If God love us infinitely why does He not speak to us directly?

From a reader…

QUAERITUR:

At another Catholic site I saw this question and I was wondering how you would answer it. How can it be said that God loves us infinitely when He never speaks to us directly or shows Himself to us directly?

Okay, the pressure is on! Firstly, I don’t want to compete with anyone in questions like this, because they are hard and we can approach them in differing ways, just as we can view the twinkle of a finely cut gem from varying angles.

Let’s break this down.

“How can it be said…”.

It can be said because in the first place God’s love is considered by what God is, not by the degree to which we presently feel or perceive Him.

God does not “have” love as a passing affection. God is love: Deus caritas est (1 John 4:8).

God’s act of loving is identical with His own infinite being.

There is a philosophical adage that guides us here: that which is received, is received in the manner of the one receiving… quidquid recipitur in modo recipientis recipitur. When God loves a creature, the creature receives that infinite love in a finite way, according to its finite capacity. But the divine act from which it comes is not finite. Analogy: a cup receives only a cupful from the ocean, but the ocean is not thereby reduced to a cup.

Now we come to the meat of the question, probably the motive behind the question.

“…when He never speaks to us directly or shows Himself to us directly?”

There is longing in this question, which we should all have.

For the sake of brevity, we leave apart special, rare instances when God seems directly to communicate in clear terms with one of us, such as seems to have been the case with, for example, St. Margaret Mary.   Some people experience powerful interior locutions, etc.   In the normal course of the developing spiritual life, God “speaks” to us apophatically in silences and seeming distance, in mental prayer, by mediation, etc.

Why does infinite love come to us so often through silence, distance, obscurity, and mediation?

God will not overwhelm us with the unveiled vision of His essence. Even in the Transfiguration Christ did not reveal His divinity to Peter, John and James: He revealed only a tiny bit of His divinity.  Scripture gives the reason: “Man shall not see me and live” (Exodus 33:20). The direct vision of God belongs to glory, to the Beatific Vision.  Even then, the vision of God will be infinitely beyond our grasp.

In this life, however, we are strangers and sojourners, pilgrim soldiers. We know God through faith, grace, sacraments, Scripture, conscience, providence, transcendentals like beauty, along with suffering, and charity. These are mediated forms, but mediation does not make love unreal.  A mother’s love may be signaled, mediated through the food she prepares, her sacrifices, giving correction, in letters during absences, and the self-giving labor of years. The child may not always feel loved, yet the love may be most real precisely where it is least dramatic.

God’s hiddenness preserves the conditions of faith and love.  There is an old saying in theater: everything is nothing.  That is, if the entire set is red and costumes are red without contrasts, if the music is always fortissimo and relentless, people simply tune out.  If God were constantly manifest with irresistible clarity, obedience might become compulsion, repentance panic, worship self-preservation. He gives enough light to seek Him, enough obscurity to make seeking a free act. “We walk by faith, not by sight” (2 Corinthians 5:7).  We continue to peer through that “dark glass”, like Moses who peered through the crack in the rock hoping to see God pass.

Finally, the Christian answers that God has in fact spoken and shown Himself directly, above all in Christ.

“In many and various ways God spoke of old to our fathers by the prophets; but in these last days he has spoken to us by a Son” (Hebrews 1:1–2). And again: “No one has ever seen God; the only Son… he has made him known” (John 1:18). The Incarnation is God’s direct self-disclosure accommodated to human weakness.

I think it was St. Hilary of Poitier who describes the eternal Son as the perfect invisible image of the invisible Father and describes the incarnate Son as the perfect visible image of the invisible Father.  In all that Christ said and did, He reveals God, shows us God.

The Christian answer is the Cross. “God shows his love for us in that while we were yet sinners Christ died for us” (Romans 5:8).

Infinite love is not demonstrated chiefly by private voices or visible apparitions. It is proven by the Son of God giving Himself for us, then drawing us toward the vision where silence will end and …

“We shall see him as he is” (1 John 3:2).

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Your Sunday Sermon Notes – 4th Sunday after Pentecost (N.O.: 12th Ordinary) 2026

Too many people today are without good, strong preaching, to the detriment of all. Share the good stuff.

Was there a GOOD point made in the sermon you heard at your Mass of obligation for this 5th Sunday after Pentecost in the Vetus Ordo (13th Ordinary Sunday in the Novus Ordo)?

Tell us about attendance especially for the Traditional Latin Mass.

Any local changes or (hopefully good) news?

A taste of what I offered at 1 Peter 5 this week.  I wrote about the 2nd Sunday after Pentecost but related it to the great feasts nearby.

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St. Augustine, speaking from the deepest restlessness of the human condition, confessed: “quia fecisti nos ad te et inquietum est cor nostrum, donec requiescat in te … for Thou hast made us for Thyself, and our heart is restless until it rests in Thee” (conf I, 1, 1). The Collect’s desiderium is that restlessness baptized, purified, and directed toward the invisible goods. The Christmas Preface gives the same motion: “ut dum visibiliter Deum cognoscimus, per hunc in invisibilem amorem rapiamur … so that, while we know God visibly, through Him we may be snatched up into invisible love.” Through the Incarnate Word, visible to the eyes of men, we are caught up to invisibilia. Love becomes the eye. Richard of Saint Victor, channeling an Augustinian impluse, says: “amor oculus est, et amare videre est … love is the eye, and to love is to see” (Tractatus de gradibus caritatis, PL 196, 1203). The one who loves God begins to see the neighbor as God sees him, even when the neighbor wounds, vexes, slanders, or fears us.

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Daily Rome Shot 1651: MAMBO!

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This is too good not to share.  As it turns out I’ve seen almost all of these paintings.  More about the title, below.

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Hello, friend.
What joy, you grow dizzy with emotion.
Your gaze gives us life,
it sets our hearts on fire.

So many boring months
on the museum wall.
But you come, and I revive;
in your pulse, I see myself.

Mambo of the oil paint,
mambo of color,
art breathes
through your great love.

Mambo of the canvas,
heavenly rhythm.
Thank you for your Stendhal syndrome.

Whether I weep, whether I sweat,
you are dying for my brushstroke.
Come out of your silent fainting spell;
we send you an embrace.

The painter gave us form,
color, and structure.
But you break the rule.
You give life to the painting.

Mambo of the oil paint,
mambo of color.
Art breathes
through your great love.

Mambo of the canvas,
heavenly rhythm.
Thank you for your Stendhal syndrome.

If you grow dizzy, dance.
If you are overcome with emotion, rejoice.
For the painting is alive,
and life is a rose.

Mambo of the oil paint,
mambo of the oil paint,
mambo of color.

It breathes
through your great love.

Mambo of the canvas,
heavenly rhythm.
Thank you for your Stendhal syndrome.

Thank you, friend.
Painting.

Hola, amigo.
Qué alegría te mareas de emoción.
Tu mirada nos da vida,
nos enciende el corazón.

Tantos meses aburridos
en la pared del museo.
Pero vienes y revivo,
con tu pulso yo me veo.

Mambo del oreo,
mambo de color,
el arte respira
por tu gran amor.

Mambo de lienzo,
ritmo celestial.
Gracias por tu síndrome deendan.

Que si lloro, que si sudo,
tú te mueres por mi trazo.
Sal de tu desmayo mudo,
te mandamos un abrazo.

El pintor nos dio la forma,
el color y la estructura.
Pero tú rompes la norma.
Tú das vida la pintura.

Mambo del doreo,
mambo del color.
El te respira
por tu gran amor.

Mambo el lienzo,
ritmo celestial.
Gracias por tus sídrome desenda.

Si te baleas, baila.
Si te emocionarás, goza.
Que la pintura está viva
y la vida es una rosa.

Mambo del odio,
mambo del odio,
mambo del color.

De respirar
por tu gran amor.

Mambo de lienzo,
ritmo celestial.
Gracias por tus extern.

Gracias, amigo.
Pintura.

The “Stendahl” thing.  What’s up with that?   Stendahl (+1842) is best known for his books The Charterhouse of Parma and, especially, The Red and the Black.  Every seminarian and every young priest should read The Red and the Black.

I think the video is referring to something Stendahl experienced in Florence in the Church of Santa Croce.  He related in a book of travels, a common genre then:

As I emerged from the porch of Santa Croce, I was seized with a fierce palpitation of the heart (that same symptom which, in Berlin, is referred to as an attack of the nerves); the well-spring of life was dried up within me, and I walked in constant fear of falling to the ground.

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Every seminarian and every young priest should read this book.

Stendahl was in Rome.   The photo at the top shows where he stayed, now the prestigious Hotel della Minerva, recently redone inside… wow.  On the street, you can see the inscription:

Black to move and mate in 4.

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WDTPRS – Collect of the 13th Ordinary Sunday (Novus Ordo): the sticky goo of error and the freeing splendor of the truth. Wherein Fr. Z rants.

At work in the Collect for the 13th Sunday of Ordinary Time are themes of divine adoption, the liberation of the children of God, the peril of error, and the splendor of Truth.

Here is the Collect:

Deus, qui, per adoptionem gratiae,
lucis nos esse filios voluisti,
praesta, quaesumus,
ut errorum non involvamur tenebris,
sed in splendore veritatis semper maneamus conspicui.

A LITERAL VERSION:

O God, who willed us, through the adoption of grace,
to be children of light,
grant, we beg,
that we may not be wrapped up in the shadows of errors,
but that we may remain always conspicuous in the splendor of truth.

CURRENT ICEL, 2012:

O God, who through the grace of adoption chose us to be children of light, grant, we pray, that we may not be wrapped in the darkness of error but always be seen to stand in the bright light of truth.

This is a beautiful prayer. It is also compact. Collects are like that. They are polished theological jewels, miniature sermons.  This one was new for the Novus Ordo, but it seems to have a root in the Sacramentarium Bergomense (11th c.).  I couldn’t find it.

Let’s drill into the Latin.

Deus, qui… voluisti… praesta…

Classic Collect structure. First, God is addressed, then a relative clause recalls what God has done, or what God has willed. Then comes the petition. In other words, we begin with God not with ourselves. We petition because God has already acted.

Per adoptionem gratiae is a dense phrase. The genitive gratiae can be heard as adoption brought about by grace, belonging to the order of grace, impossible by nature alone. We are sons in the Son. We are not “children of light” by optimism, therapeutic affirmation, or niceness. We are such by grace.

Lucis nos esse filios voluisti. Notice the order. Lucis comes before filios. Literally, “of light children.” The Latin places “light” forward. Light is the atmosphere of the whole petition. The prayer begins with light and ends with splendor. Between those two bright poles lurk the tenebrae errorum, the shadows of errors.

There is an architecture here: lucis… tenebris… splendore. Light, darkness, splendor. The Collect moves in a threefold visual drama. First, God’s will: we are made children of light. Second, the danger: we can be enveloped in the darkness of errors. Third, the desired state: we remain visible, shining, conspicuous in the splendor of truth.

The phrase errorum… tenebris is strong. That tenebris is plural. Plural can often be rendered thought of as a singular notion, but literally it is “darknesses, shadows, glooms”. The plural errorum is also important. This error is not merely a single intellectual mistake, like getting the date of Lepanto wrong. Errors spread, multiply. It is as if they link arms in the service of darkness. One error about God leads to another about man, which leads to another about sin, which leads to another about freedom, which leads to another about the body, marriage, worship, priesthood, death, judgment, heaven, hell. Soon the poor errant soul is not merely mistaken: he is wrapped up like a mummy.

That brings us to involvamur. From involvo, it means “to roll in, wrap up, envelop, cover, surround, entangle”.  I mentioned a mummy.  Think of a man trapped in a net, or a fog bound traveler who no longer discerns road, ditch, or cliff. The verb is passive: non involvamur, “may we not be enveloped.” Error does something to us. It’s not neutral. It acts on the mind and will, and muffles perception. It has the subtle power of making slavery feel like freedom.

At the other end is the splendid conspicui. From conspicio, “to look at, behold, perceive,” conspicuus means “visible, manifest, striking, distinguished, remarkable”. It is opposed to the hidden, the concealed, the furtive, the occult. The Christian is not supposed to be a moral smudge, a grey blur whose Baptism makes no visible, outward difference. The Christian, by grace, is to be conspicuus, seen in the light, not of our own accord but rather by splendor.  The prayer says in splendore veritatis. The sphere in which we are visible is the splendor of truth. Truth has splendor. Being the divine attribute, Truth has radiance. Truth is active because Truth is finally personal: Ego sum via et veritas et vita (John 14:6).

This Sunday’s Collect hums with St. Paul’s “children of light” (Ephesians 5:8, and Galatians 4:5, Romans 8:1-15). The moral implication is unavoidable. Adopted sons must live like sons. Children of light must not crawl back into the cellar.

St. Augustine, preaching on the Song of Songs, links noonday brightness with truth and charity:

Annuntia, inquit, mihi, ubi pascis, ubi cubas in meridie, in splendore veritatis, in fervore caritatis…. Tell me, he says, where you pasture, where you lie down at noon, in the splendor of truth, in the fervor of charity.” (s. 295, 5.5).

There it is: splendor veritatis with fervor caritatis … the light of truth and the fervor of charity belong together.

Centuries later St. Bonaventure (+1274) developed the same spiritual grammar:

Splendor veritatis animam illuminat, reformat et Deo assimilat; fervor caritatis animam perficit, vivificat et Deo iungit… The splendor of truth illuminates the soul, reforms it and assimilates it to God; the fervor of charity perfects the soul, vivifies and joins it to God” (Breviloquium V)

That is a retreat in one sentence. Truth first illuminates and then it reforms, and then it assimilates to God. Charity perfects and vivifies. Then it joins to God. This is the opposite of the zombie-state of habitual self-deception. Grace makes the soul vivid, alert, God-facing, flame-bearing, light shedding.

The phrase splendor veritatis should ring a bell. Pope St. John Paul II’s 1993 encyclical Veritatis splendor took aim at dangerous tendencies in moral theology, especially those which detached freedom from truth, conscience from law, and choice from the objective moral order. The last, almost 15 years saw a systematic attack from those who ought to know and act better precisely against that encyclical.  They sought to erode and then erase it through appeals to “lived experience” and “current magisterium” and historicism, that is, changes in context, like the passing of time, means that ideas that were believed in one historical period don’t hold the same truth as they do today.  As the devious Card. Kasper poured into someone’s ear, teachings of Jesus in Jesus’ time might have been true for Jesus’ time, but in our historical context and lived experience, they aren’t necessarily true in the same way for us today.

So much damage has been done.  A great deal repair and renewal, redirection of the instruction in sound philosophy and theology is needed, urgently.  The German/Kasperite/Rahnerian approach replaces the philosophical grounding of theology with politics (majorities can determine truth, and that might diverge from what people thought in the past). Truth changes according to shifting mores, values, etc. To hell with reason (e.g., syllogisms). Because those like Kasper substituted politics for philosophy, we were even being told that people cannot be held to what are widely perceived as impossible ideals, such as sexual continence.  It’s a sticky, black tarry mess imbued with a sentimentalism that can eventually “involve” you.

I’m reminded of the folktale from Ghana, not unlike the Uncle Remus story about B’Rer Rabbit and the Tar Baby.  A clever spider named Anansi made a figure out of tar to trap villagers.  He did indeed trap one, and Anansi moved in for the kill.   However, unlike B’Rer Rabbit who convinced his captor to throw him into the briar patch, Anansi the spider got himself caught in the tar with his victim.  Ultimately, error will not prevail, though it will take many victims in its tarry grip.

Today’s church spiders place their traps of black tar shot through with sentimentality, soft words of self-confirming affirmation, and plain old lies, all in the name of being pastoral and in accompaniment.

This stands in stark contrast to what Benedict XVI taught in Caritas in Veritate:

“Only in truth does charity shine forth, only in truth can charity be authentically lived. Truth is the light that gives meaning and value to charity” (op. cit. 3).

Charity without truth becomes mere feeling, or worse, permission to leave people in darkness. On the other hand, truth without charity can become a cudgel. The Collect gives us the Catholic synthesis: splendor veritatis. In that splendor we become visible as children of light.

Tracking back to the Collect, that errorum… tenebris surrounds involvamur like darkness closing over the verb. We are begging not to be entombed in falsehood. Then comes sed… BOOM!…  sed in splendore veritatis semper maneamus conspicui. The phrase bursts outward. In splendore describes the illumination and veritatis identifies the source. Semper and maneamus point to perseverance, staying put. Conspicui lands at the end with force. In fact, had I written this, I would have been tempted to write conspicui maneamus, to get that nice singable clausula.  But that final “ui” (“oooeee” sound) has force.

Holy Church puts this prayer on our lips this Sunday via the priest’s mediation. She teaches us to beg not to be wrapped up in darkness. She teaches us to ask to remain in the splendor, visible, steady, brightly rightly conspicuous.

This has consequences.

Parents must teach children the truth. Priests must preach the truth. Bishops must defend the truth. Catechists must not replace doctrine with projects. Teachers must not deceive with slogans. Fathers of families must not outsource moral clarity to screens. Mothers must not underestimate the splendor of truth spoken calmly and repeatedly in the home. Lay people in offices, shops, classrooms, legislatures, hospitals and road crews must be brightly conspicuous in word and deed to visible enough in this increasingly foggy world to be as attractive as children of a guiding light.

Visible doesn’t mean loud. Conspicuous doesn’t mean obnoxious.

Today’s Collect gives us a hard examination of conscience. Am I wrapped up in some error? Have I grown accustomed to a darkness because everyone around me calls it normal? Have I chosen shadow because light would require confession, restitution, conversion, humility? Do I prefer the approval of the wrapped-up to the freedom of the children of light?

By the merits of Christ’s Sacrifice, through His sacraments, by the teaching of Holy Church, we can be unwrapped. Lazarus came forth, but the Lord still commanded, “Solvite eum et sinite abire …. Unbind him and let him go”.

GO TO CONFESSION.

 

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WDTPRS: 5th Sunday after Pentecost – Snatched up into invisible love

This Sunday’s prayer is at least as old as the Gelasian Sacramentary.  It has survived the post-Conciliar revisions to live again on the 20th Sunday of Ordinary Time.  The version in the Novus Ordo, however, adds a comma after ut.

COLLECT – (1962 Missale Romanum):

Deus, qui diligentibus te bona invisibilia praeparasti, infunde cordibus nostris tui amoris affectum; ut te in omnibus et super omnia diligentes, promissiones tuas, quae omne desiderium superant, consequamur.

The insuperable Lewis & Short Dictionary divulges that affectus means “a state of body, and especially of mind produced in one by some influence, a state or disposition of mind, affection, mood: love, desire, fondness, good-will, compassion, sympathy.”  An interesting verb is consequor which means among other things, “pursue, go after, attend, to follow” and also, “to follow a model, copy, obey”.  It conveys, “to follow a preceding cause as an effect, to ensue, result, to be the consequence, to arise or proceed from.”  I am choosing to say “attain.”

There are many words of loving and longing in today’s prayer.  We have diligo, amor, affectus and we have other tangential words like cor, desiderium, promissio.  Diligo is marvelous.  Initially it means, “to value or esteem highly, to love”.  It also carries the impact of “careful, assiduous, attentive, diligent, accurate”, as in our word “diligent”.  Desiderium is “a longing, ardent desire or wish, properly for something once possessed; grief, regret for the absence or loss of any thing [or person].”

LITERAL STAB:
O God, who prepares unseen goods for those loving You, pour into our hearts the disposition of Your love, so that we, loving You in all things and above all things, may attain Your promises, which surpass every desire.

This Collect pulses with longing.  When this prayer is pronounced aloud, in Latin, my ears tune in to the connection between invisibilia at the beginning and promissiones at the end.

The concepts in the prayer are presented in a climactic order.

We have a necessary unspoken starting point, logically before the prayer begins: the ways we love on our own, previous to or apart from the new character of the baptized Christian.  This is “natural” love.  The first words of the prayer draw us beyond merely human forms of love.  Those natural loves are transformed with the help of God’s grace.  We ask God to pour into His manner of loving, charity, into our hearts.  It is not that we cannot love in a merely natural, human way.  We desire that how we love may be transformed, raised up.  As we know from our Catholic theological tradition, and it is almost an axiom, “gratia non destruit, sed supponit et perficit naturam… grace does not destroy, but rather supposes and perfects nature” (St. Thomas Aquinas, STh la. 1.8.).   Our human nature was terribly wounded in the Fall from grace, but its essential goodness was not lost.  We can love in our fallen human way, but our loves can be disordered.  Grace builds on our nature, it perfects our way of loving in this life by aligning it with God’s love.

From this building up our our love in this world, then we aim in our prayer at the love awaiting us in heaven, a love beyond anything we experience in this life.  Heaven will complete our every hope and desire and surpass them.  That is how I connect invisibilia, “invisible things” and promissiones, “promises.”  We know they are there for us in heaven, but we cannot attain them yet.  We live in a state of “already but not yet” in regard to our participation in the Resurrection.  What awaits us after our entrance into the Beatific Vision is unimaginable.  We can only gasp and ache after it, long for the completion God promised.

So, I find in this Collect an ascent in and to true Love, indeed to Love personified.  But we should be wary of opposing too strongly natural and supernatural loves.

Human love, sometimes called eros, isn’t automatically contrary to “religious love”.  We are human beings, not angels.  We must avoid on the one hand the extreme of trying to profane what is supernatural by locking it into the finite, and on the other hand desiring only and purely supernatural love in this life, which would render us ineffective and powerless.  We find fulfillment of our good earthly loves in the perfect love which is only in God.  Grace builds on nature, it doesn’t destroy it.

Pope Benedict, in Deus caritas est  … God is love, his first encyclical signed on Christmas Day of 2005, reflects among other things on ancient, technical Greek terms for different kinds of love: eros and agapeEros and agape have different shades of meaning.  Agape is self-giving love.  Think of it in terms of “descending”, emptying oneself for the sake of giving to another. Eros (whence the word “erotic”) is a love which seeks to receive, to be filled from another. Think in terms of ascending, seeking to rise to fulfillment.

Both of these loves, eros and agape, are inherently good.  However, because of our fallen nature, eros can be corrupted to the disordered love of mere appetite or passion or grasping use, even in the sexual sense.  In a way, eros and agape are two dimensions of a complete love, which foresees and both giving and receiving.  Eros must be complemented with agape and elevated to the spiritual sense of Christian love, the Catholic sense of charity.  The proper integration of the love which is self-emptying and that which is self-fulfilling, which gives and which takes, comes from the infusion of God’s own love in grace.  There is a human dimension which is indispensable, but which can be complete only with God’s help.  God builds on our love, perfects it.

We therefore long for Love, we reach out to it, thirsting for its fullness, its completing, healing, transforming power.  As St. Augustine (+430) wrote in his Confessions, “our hearts are restless” until they come to their proper resting place, their fulfillment in God’s love.

In redeeming us, God does not unmake us.  He lifts up who and what we are and makes us whole again.  This is the promise which helps us live and hope in this vale of tears.  Think of the Preface for the Mass for Christmas, the day Pope Benedict signed Deus caritas est, the celebration of Love Incarnate:

“For through the mystery of the incarnate Word, the new light of Your glory dazzled the eyes of our mind, so that while we know God visibly, through Him we may be snatched up into invisible love… (in invisibilem amorem rapiamur).”

Richard of St. Victor said: “Love is the eye and to love is to see.”

Love is the key to seeing what, rather, the one who, is otherwise unseeable.  This kind of love, which seeks to give as well as to receive, which is raised to a new supernatural order by grace, also allows us to see what is loveable in our neighbor, despite our human frailty.

 

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Daily Rome Shot 1650: shocked but not surprised

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I had posted a Mom’s Stuff Page – hoping to learn what things are and what they might be worth.  Someone reached out to buy something.  Nice.  So much better than something my mom made going off into the void.

Today I had a house inspector come to inspect my place and my mom’s house.

Mine is good to go.  However, my mom’s house needs a new roof, which is going to really hurt.  I knew it was coming, by looking at it, but the news was still a real blow.  Time to get estimates, I guess. The rest of the house is okay, water heater, A/C.  There are some valves that need work, but that’s small stuff.   There is so much to do.  Power washing, probably painting.  It’s intimidating.  My main “handy man” was once the maintenance guy for a large parish and is a faithful practicing Catholic who serves Mass and has been life-long KC.  He knows all sorts of people for services, which  helps.  We sat down and strategized.  I think we need to get a 10m dumpster to start with, rather than haul loads.

Also, we got her car tidied up for 1) sale 2) use (would have to get plates and insurance).  Low mileage: 2014 SUV with 46K.

I suspect more than one of you have faced these things.   Please ask St. Joseph to help me.

I get this, but think about it.

I can guess what’s up.  I don’t think this bodes well for the non-bishop members of the SSPX.  Lay people are not members: they just go to their chapels.  The SSPX is a fraternity of priests, though there are brothers and sisters.

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White to move and mate in 4.

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I have to post these. I know you can find them on your own. But I must post them.

I have to post these.

I know you can find them on your own.

But I must post them.

I pray to God and the angels and any human agents out there that they be made known to Pope Leo especially before 1 July or any juridical action is taken.

Please God, grant me this favor for which I ask all the readers here to redouble.

There are moments in each one which have brought tears to my eyes and closed up my throat. Over all, it is simply moving to see what they do, which would leave most priests panting in the dust, if they tried at all.

In the second of these, the mission work is especially moving.

in the third, there is a section which shows the home they have for old priests who can not longer say Mass, plus a Requiem for a priest who was described at a “friend” of the fraternity. I, who have no one, where will I go? In the present context, I doubt there is a “regular” entity who would treat me any better he would than a cigarette butt or a bottle cap. I know, however, from experience what the fraternity has done for diocesan priests unjustly kicked and beaten by their bishops, burned out, in crisis. Enough of that.

The SSPX is a “priestly fraternity” which most people, especially critics, don’t understand. They are not about “lace”.

Here are the videos, starting with the trailer.

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Daily Rome Shot 1649: updates

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NB: I can take some MASS INTENTIONS right now. I have quite a few from two people, but I will work new ones in. If there is something URGENT, tell me.

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The saga of dealing with my mother’s possessions/house/car continues.  A friend with some legal savvy is visiting.  Helpful.  We are ticking things to do off of the To Do List.

I had posted a Mom’s Stuff Page – hoping to learn what things are and what they might be worth.  There are so many knowledgeable people who read here.     Anyway, I have updated there with more photos.

(Someone who bought my mom’s house would coincidently be close to some place where the TLM celebrated everyday – while I’m in town – and there is a church in town which has the TLM on Sunday.)

This…

What a bizarre affectation.   It’s hard to believe that any priest would do something this self-centered.

Meanwhile… the SSPX now has an open Letter to the Pope and Cardinals and a 28 page Profession of Faith which they say they hope will be the basis of fraternal dialogue with Rome.   I haven’t read it yet.  However, I suspect it will not have the most irenic tone.

Black to move.  Mate in 4.

NB: I’ll hold comments with solutions ’till the next day so there won’t be “spoilers” for others.

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“Perdonamose!” St. John’s Birthday Feast and Midsummer Snails

Hard to improve on this from a couple years ago.  Little changes.


Your planet once again is whirling its way towards your solstices, Summer in the North and Winter in the South.  Since the emphasis in Western Civilization has been northern, I’ll stick with that.

In the Northern Hemisphere the June solstice is the day with the most daylight and the shortest night.  It falls every year between 20-22 June, this year on 21 June.  The solstice marks the end of Spring and the beginning of Summer.

On Holy Church’s calendar we celebrated the Vigil of John the Baptist yesterday, 23 June, and the Feast of his Birth today, 24 June.  The reason we celebrate John near the solstice, both because we count the months of Elizabeth’s being with child, and because John said “He must increase, I must decrease”. The ancients knew that at this time of year the length of days began to decrease.  The Nativity of the Lord falls near the Winter Solstice, when the days – at last – get longer and light comes back to the world.

There are lots of fine traditions from different cultures which you might incorporate into your own observances.

First, each year consider having a bonfire (and cookout) on the Vigil of the Nativity of the Baptist.  Invite your priests!  There is a special blessing in Rituale Romanum for fires on the Vigil.  After the usual introduction, the priest blesses (it should be done in Latin) the fire saying:

Lord God, almighty Father, the light that never fails and the source of all light, sanctify + this new fire, and grant that after the darkness of this life we may come unsullied to you who are light eternal; through Christ our Lord. All: Amen.

At this point the fire is sprinkled with holy water and everyone sings the hymn Ut queant laxis which is also the Vespers hymn.  I have more about that beautiful – and historically important hymn – HERE.  You might practice the hymn and sing it.

In some places the bonfire is used for the burning of witches… in effigy.  That could be fun.  The witch connection probably comes from the fact that the satanically inclined or possessed hold the solstice as one of their important annual moments for their vile rites.

Also, I recommend the eating of snails.  This is very Roman. 

Romans traditionally eat snail of the Feast of John the Baptist, and so should you.

If you call yourself a traditional Roman Catholic…well… there’s no excuse.

Also, there is a witch connection with the snails and what Romans ate.

Romans would gather certain plants that were mature by this point, such as what we call St. John’s Wort, along with onions and garlic, which they thought drove off witches and demons.

Near St. John Lateran (named after both the Baptist and Evangelist) there was a little hill Monte Cipollario or “Onion Hill” that was eventually razed in the time of  Papa Lambertini – Benedict XIV.  It seems that lots of onions and garlic were cultivated in that zone.    In any event, the Romans gathered at St. John’s and ate lumache al sugo and greeted each other with the Roman dialect “Perdonamose!” (from “perdono… forgiveness”), a sort of way of mutual apologies and peacemaking.  It may be that the eating of snails comes from the fact, first, that at this time of year there are a lot of them and, next, they have horns, which could have symbolized discord and strife.  Hence, eating them did away with strife and promoted reconciliation.  “Perdonamose!”

To make and mess of lumache al sugo alla romana (aka ‘na ciumacata), you need well-purged snails, of course, along with tomatoes, olive oil, hot red pepper, onion, garlic, (preferably wild) fennel and/or mint. A couple versions I saw included anchovy.  Make your sauce and then add the snails, cook for a while, and serve hot with good bread.  This one is instructive HERE.  And, HERE. For wine …. why get fancy?  Stick with cold Frascati or another dry white from the Castelli Romani!

If you can’t get your hands on some snails, or enough snails, there’s always THIS… for lots of fun and conversation.   I am not making this up…

SNAIL ACTION FIGURE!

US HERE – UK HERE… nope, sorry!  [The old one seems to be gone, but there is THIS 

Meanwhile get your canned or jarred snails and start planning: US HERE – UK HERE… nope, sorry again!

Finally, I sure would like to make some snails tonight.

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There is also a very cool Medieval recipe I just found for cherries for St. John’s Day.

And… I recently had snails in Rome.  I wish I were in Rome right now having snails.

 

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23 June – Vigil of St. John – solstices and snails, bonfires and witch burnings

Mathis_Gothart_Grünewald John BaptistIt is nice to have as your Patron the great Baptist, for I get two feasts a year, his Nativity and his Beheading.

For the Vigil of St. John (today, as I write even thought it is the 5th Sunday after Pentecost, which bumps the Vigil) in the old Roman Ritual the priest would once bless bonfires!

And in Bavaria, witches are burned!  A priest friend who shares my feast sent me a spiffing photo (below – a little hard to see at this size, but I assure you, there is a witch in there).

If you have any unwanted witches (and don’t we all?), send them to Bavaria next year for a nice vacation.

In other places, cast-off or unneeded things are burned… in a way parallel, I suppose, to throwing things away at the other end of the year after the Winter Solstice.

In any event, the evening is about as long as the year can offer, so a great party could be had well into the night with much cooking in the open and revelry.  Have a nice bonfire!

The blessing for the bonfire is beautiful.  After the usual introduction, the priest blesses the fire saying:

Lord God, almighty Father, the light that never fails and the source of all light, sanctify + this new fire, and grant that after the darkness of this life we may come unsullied to you who are light eternal; through Christ our Lord. All: Amen.

At this point the fire is sprinkled with holy water and everyone sings the hymn Ut quaent laxis which is also the Vespers hymn for the Feast of St. John.

It is almost as if the fire, and our celebration, is baptized.

The reference to light and darkness surely harks to the fact of the Solstice, which was just observed. At this point the days get shorter in the Northern Hemisphere.  I looked at that HERE and HERE.

For the feast of St. John in June for centuries the Church has sung at Vespers the hymn beginning Ut queant laxis

If you want to hear Ut queant laxis sung “in the wild”, as it were, check the monks at Le Barroux.  Hard core.  Fantastic chant. HERE  Their sung hours are available live and on demand.

Those of you who are lovers of the movie The Sound of Music will instantly recognize this hymn as the source of the syllables used in solfège or solmization (the use of syllables instead of letters to denote the degrees of a musical scale). Both the ancient Chinese and Greeks had such a system.

The Benedictine monk Guido d’Arezzo (c. 990-1050) introduced the now familiar syllables ut re mi fa sol la for the tones of the hexachord c to a… or, more modally, the tonic, supertonic, mediant, etc. of a major scale. The Guidonian syllables derive from the hymn for the feast of St. John the Baptist:

UT queant laxis
REsonare fibris
MIra gestorum
FAmuli tuorum,
SOLve polluti
LAbii reatum,
Sancte Ioannes (SI).

The Guidonian Hand was often used as an instructive tool for music

After the medieval period (when music became less modal and more tonal) to complete the octave of the scale the other syllable was introduced (si – taken from S-ancte I-oannes, becomes “ti”) and the awkward ut was replaced sometime in the mid 17th c. with do (or also doh – not to be confused in any way with the Homeric Simpsonic epithet so adored by today’s youth, derived as it is from the 21st century’s new liturgical focal point – TV) and do came to be more or less fixed with C though in some cases do remains movable.

So, now you know where Doh, Re, Mi comes from!  Check out this oldie PODCAzT from 2007:

036 07-06-24 St. Augustine on John the Baptist; Ut queant laxis

It is also good to gather St. John’s Wort (Hypericum perforatum) on the feast.

“Wort” is from Old English wyrt (German Würze), which means “plant”, but is used mostly in compounds.  Since ancient times “singent’s wort” was known to relieve melancholy or depression, as does borage… which every garden should have.  It would be hung above doors, windows and sacred images (hence the hyper-icum “above image”) to keep witches and evil spirit away.

Burning those witches might have something to do with its effectiveness as well, now that I think about it.

Build a fire tonight, even if you can’t burn a witch, and sing something in honor of St. John!

Oh! And get some snails for tomorrow. It is a Roman custom to eat snails on the Feast of John the Baptist.

And, just in case it has been a while…

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