Every Monday I have the pleasure of visiting Joan. Now let me start by saying I have spoken with Joan’s daughter at length, and she is very glad that I come to visit Joan once a week to bring her Communion. Not to say that Joan isn’t glad, quite the opposite. She is ecstatic to see me every week. The only trouble is one of identity.
Right now I am being blessed. If you walked into my house at this moment, you might not think it is so, but I assure you it is true. You see, my daughters are performing their mandatory half hour of musical jubilation. I am completely aware they do not feel jubilant about it, and to be honest, it’s not exactly, well, musical to my ears either. My piano playing daughter is playing at about twice the speed needed, over and over again, and my budding violinist doesn’t really have great pitch yet, and I cannot help but recall the sound of two cats fighting.
I will say this, they are oh so much better than last year, the bleeding in my ears has finally stopped.
It is a blessing. I think of all those who get to miss these real moments just because they are not altogether pleasant. They are my daughters, and though their music dulls my taste for any sound whatsoever, I am so thankful for hearing them.
I have two points, one about homeschooling from a father’s perspective, and one about music.
We live in a culture absolutely saturated with sound. Every advertisement, movie, ride in the car, ride in the elevator or walk in a department store is done with an accompanying soundtrack. Our children can’t hear us over their ipods, and we can’t even go for a jog without ours. So much noise. The worst part is, it is all of such good quality.
Good music is a bad thing you say? What do you mean by that Dance?
Well, good music is not a bad thing, but so much of it gives us a totally incorrect view of music in general. Let me put it this way, what do you think it takes to become a country, opera or rock star? You have to be good, really darn good. In fact you really have to be in the top .01% of mankind to be good enough to reach that kind of success. So all we ever listen to is the very cream of the crop whenever we listen to music. Guess what? Nothing you can do will ever match that. A hundred years ago you would go to the local dance hall, and hear good folks in your community play some music, and it was good, and you loved it. It was a treat to hear music at all. The fact that everything wasn’t perfect didn’t hurt your expectations in any way.
Now however, one of the main complaints I hear about at Mass is the choir is terrible. Actually, they usually aren’t, but your ear is way to dang good. If you were surrounded by the top .01% of speakers every day, you would never open your mouth because you would feel like a fool, like you weren’t good enough. I think the fact that someone is willing to sing and play at all in our modern age speaks volumes for their courage.
Next time you hear some good live music, just say thank you, that was wonderful, and I love your selections. Keep the bad opinions to yourself, chances are, they don’t deserve it.
Now for homeschooling.
I realize that homeschooling is not for everyone, and would never advocate that it is. For me though, the greatest blessing is not moral, but personal. I just love my kids so very much, that I can’t imagine a day without their lives flying around me like acrobats in a circus. They drive me crazy, they play badly, they sing at the top of their lungs the same line in a song over and over again, and they laugh like angels playing the harp. I treasure it all. I would hate to give even a moment of it up for a kings ransom. The fact that I only have had to pay for that honor by owning old beat up cars and living in a cheap small house seems like a great bargain.
Not to mention the fact that I get to show them how serious their faith is on a daily basis with daily Mass and prayer built into our life. That is worth more than a kings ransom, that, is what my soul was made for.
Have you ever noticed that every group you are involved with has one, pesky, know-it-all type person in the group? I don’t care if you are talking about work, play, crafting or school, if there is a group of people, this guy seems to show up.
I may have a view that is rather skewed on this topic, since in almost every group, sad to say, I am that person. So for me, every group has a know-it-all, because I’m in it.
I’m here to tell you, it’s a dang curse. I don’t really want to be this way. It’s just if I’m bothering to show up, chances are I am interested. If I am interested, I’ve probably done my homework, and am really there simply because I want to know more then I could find out in ten minutes on the internet. So I come in, blasting away with all this information and excitement like a cat in a room full of mice. It’s ridiculous. Somebody just tell me to shut up already.
So I’m in my deacon formation classes, trying to put on a bit of that humility I so desperately need, but because I’m so engaged in the topic, I feel like I’m controlling every question or topic that comes up. Yes, it is good to be inquisitive, but there is a point where it’s a bit over the top.
So now I get to the funny part. The rest of my class? They are mostly the same way. Is this just one of the traits a deacon naturally has? Are we all plugged in naturally with the ability to annoy our fellow man? It seems to me, that for the sake of our communities, we should all be given a timer we have to carry with us at all times, so that we can limit every response to two minutes or less. I’m surprised we can even hear when we get back home from all the noise. You never heard such a group of loud, opinionated men.
Thank God half of the noise is often laughter at our own silliness,
I realize my post yesterday was rather firm. While I cannot help but be serious, that is my nature, I can however choose a lighter topic for today. I want to talk about feet.
I bet when you read this title you thought i was going to use being barefoot as an analogy for some great spiritual topic. I am not.
God made us without shoes.
Seriously, he really did. I know this will come as a surprise for many of you. You have worn shoes since the day you were born, and they have become a staple for you. I am willing to bet you cannot even imagine going a day without them. I agree warm feet can be quite intoxicating, but I must say, I feel much better without them
Yes, if I had a choice, I would only wear them in the snow. I would walk around the department store barefoot, go to the mall barefoot, go out to eat barefoot, even go to Mass barefoot!
Let me hearken back, way, way back to the beginning of things. Adam and Eve were barefoot. It was a result of eating from the tree that God made clothes for them. While it is not explicit, I would say that God did not include shoes in his wardrobe choice. Why would he take so beautiful a creation as the foot, and then shield it from what it was made for, contact with the dirt?
Maybe you think I’m silly. Well let me show you! After Adam, God keeps an eye on things, giving language and making floods and such, but for most of history, he is a behind the scenes kind of guy. Then comes Moses.
“When the LORD saw that he had turned aside to look, God called out to him from the bush: Moses! Moses! He answered, “Here I am.”God said: Do not come near! Remove your sandals from your feet, for the place where you stand is holy ground. I am the God of your father, he continued, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob. Moses hid his face, for he was afraid to look at God.” Exodus 3:4-6
That’s right. Sandals were evil, and even not allowed in God’s presence. Okay, maybe it would have been clearer if he said, “Taketh those shoes of evil and cast them off thy feet!” but I think we can all agree that is clearly what he meant. Alright, no, he didn’t mean that, but still, shouldn’t we cast them off anyways, just in case?
Now I must handle some objections. First, hygiene. If I walked into a standard restaurant barefoot, I would be kicked out. Not because of any actual health violation, (there are no such health laws in any of our United States, county laws may vary) but because of a perceived health risk. What risk is this exactly? Spreading germs and disease? Maybe my bare feet are tracking in all sorts of nasty stuff, right?
So, when was the last time you washed the soles of your shoes? I wash my feet every day in the shower, so I would bet my entire fortune that the bottoms of my feet are far cleaner then the bottoms of your shoes. That is one of the reasons nurses and doctors have to wear foot coverings when they go into surgery. I hope my doctor is barefoot as well.
“Bare feet are less safe, you could stub your toe or something.” you say, but again, I think bare feet are far safer. With my feet uncovered, I watch every step I take. It’s when I put on shoes that I run around clod hopping with no attention. I have never stubbed my feet then they are bare, except around the house where I am running around not paying attention. But more then that, when your feet are flexing and bending the way they are supposed to, you would be amazed of the effect on the rest of your body. When you walk barefoot, you naturally walk the way you are supposed to, on the balls of your feet, near your toes. No more jarring the bones in your legs = no more back pain. I’m serious, if your back hurts, start by taking off your shoes.
God doesn’t make junk. Feet were made for walking. Sure you may have to walk slow for a while, or wear light sandals or something while you get used to it, but I’m telling you, it’s worth it. They even make shoes now to try to emulate the barefoot walk. I don’t really like any of them, but for the sake of social compliance I wear them when I must.
Lord, I pray that you show me the day when everyone is using the feet you gave them the way you intended. (Especially my wife who just thinks I’m silly!)
There is a war going on in the heart of the Church. This first year in the program has shown me better than ever how deep this war really divides the Church. If you are not privy to the nature of this war, let me spell it out for you.
This war is often seen as being split into two opposing factions, one being more progressive, the other being more traditional. I would argue that there is a third faction that in not as exciting, but equally important. To begin, let me try to explain the basic ideologies of the two major factions.
The progressive element of the Church feels the need to see the Church grow outside the boxes that it has historically drawn. It sees the Church as being a little old fashioned, and wants to see it give way on many of the big issues in the world at large. The more centrist of these individuals want to see a more friendly, community centered approach to worship, not unlike protestant worship services. They want to be as inclusive as possible. As clerics, this group often look to various scientific and critical views of theology and biblical studies. The more extreme view of this group see the need for great change in the moral code of the Church, especially in relation to sexual morality, (abortion, birth control, homosexuality, etc) as well as church dogma and practice, (Ordination for women, marriage in the priesthood, etc).
This group feels the Church has already gone to far. They feel the massive changes in the Church since Vatican II have been grave errors that need to be corrected. They want a worship that is more in line with the worship of the Church in centuries past, one that is more Christ centered than community centered. Amid scholars and clerics, they often hold more traditional views of scripture and theology, and are uncomfortable with modern biblical criticism. They hold a hard line against what is seen as the evils of the modern age, especially as involves sexual morality, and see the Church as needing to fight the current state of affairs with all Her might. They often feel historical church practice has nearly as much importance as formally stated Church beliefs, or dogma.
Nowhere is this war more apparent then in our theology classes. The clear lines drawn over subject matter or lectures given seems to be the prime content of most of the discourse between candidates, myself included. This last year we have spent less then 10% of the time talking about the content of our classes themselves, and 90% talking about whether or not these classes are appropriate, given each of our individual “political” bents.
Don’t worry, I will tell you where I stand, but first I must point out the severe waste of time this is in a formation program. I so deeply wish that we could find a way of not letting this be the issue. I would truly much rather talk about theology in Church history or how the Incarnation opened the possibility for the redemption of the world. I would much rather discuss how Canon Law works in practice then discuss whether or not any individual law is appropriate. I hate feeling like I’m in a political seminar.
Okay, I know you have been waiting patiently, so I will put in my two cents.
There is a third party to this conflict, and it is in that party that I stand. It is often confused with the traditional group because of it’s hard stance on Church teaching, but it is not. I believe the Church hangs, not unlike Christ on the Cross, between these two differing views. Yes, the Church does care about the individual, and is open to science and biblical criticism. My goodness, our Holy Father has even written a book about it, “Jesus of Nazareth”. (A must read by the way, it is incredible!) That does not mean we throw out the baby with the bathwater though.
The Church has held tight to beliefs that were handed down to us, and we cannot just let them go to suit the modern fancy either. The Church holds strong to sexual morality, because She loves us, and the morality she teaches is true.
So to put it plain, I stand with the Church, dead center. If the Church says no, I say no, if it says yes, I agree completely. I am your full on, pope loving, rosary toting, (confession attending!) Catholic.
I will admit that I lean traditional where given the choice, but never at the expense of being at disagreement with the Magisterium. Would I attend a Latin Mass? Yup, sure would. Am I upset at folk music at Mass? Nope, not as long as I don’t have to listen to it. The Church allows this expression, and so I have no problem with it.
I do not however bend on that which the Church does not bend. I am firmly against, and have no problem wearing my sandwich-board to protest, abortion, birth control, pornography, homosexual “marriage”, or any other such issues that degrade the humanity of men and women. I also will do the same to stand against abuse of the poor by those in power, for the rights of the working man and for equality among different races and sexes.
So there you go. Now I firmly wish that would be the end of it, but the truth is, this is the battle of our time. This topic will have to be broached again and again. Now I am sure that I will be hung on the cross for what is true, but in that, I’m in good company.