What if there were no FORGIVENESS?
John Senior writes:
What is Christian culture? It is essentially the Mass. That is not my or anyone’s opinion or theory or wish but the central fact of 2,000 years of history. Christendom, what secularists call Western Civilization, is the Mass and the paraphernalia which protect and facilitate it. All architecture, art, political and social forms, economics, the way people live and feel and think, music, literature ― all these things, when they are right, are ways of fostering and protecting the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass.
To enact a sacrifice, there must be an altar, an altar has to have a roof over it in case it rains; to reserve the Blessed Sacrament, we build a little House of Gold and over it a Tower of Ivory with a bell and a garden round it with the roses and lilies of purity, emblems of the Virgin Mary ― Rosa Mystica, Turris Davidica, Turris Eburnea, Domus Aurea, who carried His Body and His Blood in her womb, Body of her body, Blood of her blood. And around the church and garden, where we bury the faithful dead, the caretakers live, the priests and religious whose work is prayer, who keep the Mystery of Faith in its tabernacle of music and words in the Office of the Church; and around them, the faithful who gather to worship and divide the other work that must be done in order to make the perpetuation of the Sacrifice possible — to raise the food and make the clothes and build and keep the peace so that generations to come may live for Him, so that the Sacrifice goes on even until the consummation of the world.
Also read this by Peter Kwasniewski
An ugly “church” represents the loss of this fundamental contemplative insight into the beauty of the world and the need to bring all things in sacrifice before the God who is Beauty itself.
Catholics have a sacred right, owing to their baptism into the glorified Jesus Christ, to the full expression of their faith within the liturgy and through all the arts that embellish and support it; they have a right to free access to the glories of Tradition, which have been cherished and handed down for centuries and must be cherished and handed down until the end of time.
Corresponding to this right is, as always, a duty. Catholics have a duty to preserve, cherish, and perpetuate this Tradition; they have a responsibility to come to know it and love it more and more over their lifetimes. We are not to sit back and wait until someone brings us beauty on a platter; we are to work on beautifying our interior life through prayer, our external life through manners, ongoing education, and cultural pursuits; we are to support the Church’s ministers with our prayers, our resources, our petitions, so that the riches of Tradition may flourish again in our times.
What God gives us is not just the “here and now,” but the faith and love of generations who have come before us, embodied in countless treasures of music, painting, sculpture, architecture, and writing, destined for the edification of souls until the end of time.
All of this has been given to us, in proportion to our capacities, positions, opportunities for action. We are the path by which tradition will reach, or not reach, our descendants. Much today depends on lay involvement, as Vatican II predicted. This can go in a good direction, as when Catholics respectfully ask their pastors to provide the traditional Latin Mass; or it can go in a bad direction, as when laity attempt to run the show, taking over responsibilities that belong to the clergy. Lay people who are humbly, cheerfully, and generously devoted to the spread of Christian culture, centered on the Mass and surrounded on all sides with the beauty that befits it, have been and will continue to be a major factor in the longed-for renewal of the Church.
Every Catholic who enters a church should be able to find figures of Christ and the Saints, as well as an elevated sanctuary, set apart and beautifully furnished, with the altar and the tabernacle in a prominent place and suitably decorated. Catholics have a right to the full, authentic expression of their faith, both in the liturgy and in the arts that embellish it, especially sacred music. And as I never tire of saying, Catholics have a duty to embrace this fullness, to become acquainted with it, and to cherish it.
This amazing image was captured a few days ago as I drove down a country road.
A tree growing out of a dead stump, I titled it “Resurection”; a reminder of how our bodies will rise again as the Catholic Creed promises.
I believe … “The resurrection of the body, and life everlasting, Amen”.
Why honor St. Joseph?
Same reason Catholics honor all the Saints, whoever they are in Heaven; because they are alive in Heaven, we glorify God when we recognize this FACT!
Today we remember St. Joseph
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? If you don’t think Heaven nor God exists, you might want to answer by saying something outrageous, just for fun!
Anyone reading my posts here knows that I believe that God exists along with Heaven, Hell, Limbo, and Purgatory. After “time” is no longer, I think that there will only be Heaven and Hell. If I should be so graced, I imagine St. Peter might say; “you had us worried a few times, but you made it.’
The lowest depth of misery would be if I don’t make it; spending eternity among others surrounded by hate, since there is no love in Hell, whatsoever.
What do you think about when you’re alone in your car?
Arriving at my destination without causing an accident, and that’s the truth.
How would you rate your memory?
For my age, I think my memory is about average, except when I can’t find where I put my keys. It always happens when I am in a hurry.
What’s one song that always cheers you up, no matter how blue you’re feeling?
I have two of them guaranteed to make you smile. Hope you will give a listen, your kids if you have any at home will also LOL!
The shadow of the moon danced on the lake.
Morphing of the shadow as the light of the moon penetrated through branches; the reaching arms gracefully unveiling its ballet to a full moon.
A moon suspended high beyond its genius of design, a living greeting card.
The priest that morning at the sacrifice of the Mass, held the host high above his head, again a change; the bread of earth-penetrating God’s enlightenment is unveiling bread from heaven.
Of the Supernatural
Morphing night and day