Cardinal Martini鱿鱼视频app influence spreads across Canada
There was a time when I hated the wedding feast at Cana. Couldn鈥檛 stand to read it; couldn鈥檛 stand to hear it. But it was only a year or two, and it passed. One doesn鈥檛 remain in the seminary forever.
During my theological studies at the Gregorian University in Rome, I took the usual list of introductory biblical courses: Pentateuch, prophets, synoptic gospels, Pauline letters and, of course, the corpus of St. John. The whole lot of them were mostly useless in understanding the Scriptures as the word of God revealed to His people and received in the life of the Church.
The Johannine course was worse than useless; it actively damaged my faith. Not because it was heterodox or stupid, but because by subjecting John 2 鈥� the wedding at Cana 鈥� to an excruciating examination according to textual criticism, the depth and breadth of John鱿鱼视频app Gospel lost its power, suffocated by a welter of secondary and obscure historical and literary analysis. We would have not known from the course that, for example, St. Augustine had written volumes on John鱿鱼视频app Gospel. It was deadly. The only saving grace was that time limited us to only one chapter, leaving the rest of the Gospel uncontaminated for spiritual nourishment.
All of which was brought to mind by the gracious comments offered by my friend Fr. Thomas Rosica upon the death of Cardinal Carlo Maria Martini.
鈥淐ardinal Martini was for me a mentor, teacher, model Scripture scholar and friend,鈥� wrote Fr. Rosica. 鈥淗e has influenced my life, teaching, pastoral ministry in a very significant way over the past 30 years. When many colleagues, students and friends have asked me these past years how I maintained my faith and hope in the world of Scripture scholarship and teaching, I often told them: 鈥業 had three Martinis a day.鈥� 鈥�
Why would people ask Fr. Rosica how he maintained his faith and hope in the world of Scripture scholarship? Wouldn鈥檛 the normal expectation be that studying the Scriptures would deepen one鱿鱼视频app faith? The question is counter-intuitive only to those unfamiliar with the world of Scripture scholarship. The entire field is often deadening to faith, as the Scriptures get picked apart, reduced to entrails of a lost civilization, rather than the lifeblood of the living body of the Church.
Fr. Rosica praised Cardinal Martini because he was an exception to this norm. He could take the Scriptures apart like a scholar and put them back together again as a Christian disciple and pastor. Cardinal Martini put his biblical scholarship to pastoral use with his famous lectio divina sessions in Milan鱿鱼视频app cathedral, where the cardinal and youth would read the Bible together, both literally and spiritually in the heart of the local Church.
Martini鱿鱼视频app influence touches Canada and not only in the work of Fr. Rosica. Cardinal Thomas Collins, both in Edmonton and now in Toronto, regularly leads lectio divina in his cathedral on the Martini model. Archbishop Terrence Prendergast of Ottawa is well known to Catholic Register readers for his weekly scriptural commentaries, now published in book form. Collins and Prendergast are both Scripture scholars called to be bishops.
And of course, the one greater than even Cardinal Martini, Joseph Ratzinger, has demonstrated how the highest levels of biblical scholarship can be combined with the life of faith in his multi-volume Jesus of Nazareth.
Despite the example of these pastors, the study of Scripture in the theological faculties has largely remained unchanged. Fortunately, Catholics today can more easily free themselves from the deadening effects of such scholarship, and reclaim the life-giving fruit of biblical study for themselves.
To begin with, there are the works of Pope Benedict, Collins and Prendergast. One thinks also of the vast publishing of Scott Hahn, who writes books for both beginners and scholars. One of his books that helped me most recover from my biblical courses was A Father Who Keeps His Promises. I used it earlier this year with my students as part of our pilgrimage to the Holy Land.
There are also the works of Fr. Raniero Cantalamessa, preacher of the papal household for more than 30 years. His preaching, translated into English and widely available in print and online (www.cantalamessa.org), is fresh and contemporary. I remember one Good Friday sermon, preached in the presence of the Holy Father in St. Peter鱿鱼视频app, in which he dismantled John Lennon鱿鱼视频app 鈥淚magine.鈥�
I recommend to seminarians and lay people that they find a great biblical preacher that resonates with them, and discover the Scriptures through that preacher鱿鱼视频app eyes. The Fathers of the Church are the deepest source, of course, but closer to our own time and in English, I always profit from Blessed John Henry Newman, Msgr. Ronald Knox and the Venerable Fulton Sheen.
Cardinal Martini chose a verse from the psalms for his tombstone: Your word is a lamp unto my feet and a light to guide my path. Due to scholars who are also disciples, that word is shining a little brighter today.
Politicians aren鈥檛 all bad, are they?
On a guys鈥� weekend at the cottage, my 16-year-old son invited me to join him to see the new Will Ferrell hit movie The Campaign.
Like so many Ferrell movies, it is rude, raunchy and rowdy, so I guess he thought dad was a good mark to pick up the price of admission, popcorn and drinks. (His mom is a much bigger fan of Ferrell鱿鱼视频app humour than me. But that鱿鱼视频app another story.)
Anyway, we arrived at the great little theatre in Kinmount, Ont., in cottage country and I was surprised that most of the audience was teenage girls. I never figured this sort of movie would appeal to them, but obviously my son has a better scope on what is trending with teenage girls than me.
The movie was what I expected: lots of coarse language, innuendo and a few funny scenes. It gleefully skewers the sad state of American politics, and by extension, politics in general in all democratic countries.
The message was clear: money and sleaze wins, truth and honour don鈥檛 matter; notwithstanding the sappy ending that takes a whiff at erasing all the lies and sleaze bombarded on viewers the previous 90 minutes.
Leaving the theatre, my son said something to the affect that all politicians are sleazy and only care about themselves and no one else; not the voters, not even their own families. (Don鈥檛 underestimate the power of movies on impressionable minds.)
I told him I am not a defender of politicians, but that seemed a harsh comment to wipe all of them with such a broad stroke.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e always complaining about high taxes and politicians wasting your money,鈥� he said during the drive back to the cottage. 鈥淣ame me one good politician.鈥�
My first thought was 鈥渢ouch茅, my boy, I didn鈥檛 realize you were listening.鈥� My second thought was that I have met many politicians over the years, including five prime ministers, at least 10 premiers and even one of Canada鱿鱼视频app Fathers of Confederation (Joey Smallwood) 鈥� and even though I鈥檓 sure there are many good ones, only two or three jumped to mind who were in it for the right reasons, unlike Ferrell鱿鱼视频app character.
The first name was John Tory, whom I have known for about 20 years. I don鈥檛 know him well enough to call him a friend, but I do know him well enough to know that he went into politics to help others, not himself. Ted Rogers once called John Tory the best premier Ontario refused to elect.
鈥淏ut he got creamed so that proves that good people can鈥檛 succeed in politics,鈥� my son said.
He almost got me, and then I mentioned the current federal finance minister, Jim Flaherty.
鈥淪on, when you were just a little guy, your mother and I met Mr. Flaherty at a cocktail party when he was finance minister in Ontario,鈥� I said. 鈥淗e was receiving the royal treatment at the party but when he was introduced to your mother (who is a home design expert of some renown) all he wanted to do was talk to her about what he and his wife were doing about renovating their century home in Whitby. He was a real person, not some phony politician, even though the party hosts were trotting him around the room as if he were the Pope.鈥�
But my son quipped: 鈥淎ll that tells me is that he was interested in talking to mom about something for himself and getting her ideas for renovating. Maybe he is a good person but that story doesn鈥檛 tell me that.鈥�
Darn, this kid is good, I thought.
鈥淥kay,鈥� I said. 鈥淗ave you ever heard of a politician named Irwin Cotler?鈥�
鈥淣o,鈥� he said.
鈥淗e used to be Canada鱿鱼视频app justice minister and he is still a Member of Parliament,鈥� I said. 鈥淓ver heard of Nelson Mandela?鈥�
鈥淥f course. But what does Nelson Mandela have to do with Irwin Cotler?鈥�
鈥淏ecause Irwin Cotler was one of the lawyers who helped Mandela get free. He has fought for years for human rights and has worked hard to get so many good people free around the world who were unjustly imprisoned. Some of these names probably don鈥檛 mean much to you but political prisoners like Natan Sharansky and many others owe their freedom to Irwin Cotler,鈥� I said.
My son asked me why I knew so much about Cotler and I told him I don鈥檛 know that much, but I met him once and he spoke passionately about how people can make a difference. I could tell he was not in politics for the money.
And, I said, hopefully, there are more people like Irwin Cotler coming into politics, even if the types being mocked by Ferrell seem to be all too prominent and wasting my tax dollars.
Like so many Ferrell movies, it is rude, raunchy and rowdy, so I guess he thought dad was a good mark to pick up the price of admission, popcorn and drinks. (His mom is a much bigger fan of Ferrell鱿鱼视频app humour than me. But that鱿鱼视频app another story.)
Anyway, we arrived at the great little theatre in Kinmount, Ont., in cottage country and I was surprised that most of the audience was teenage girls. I never figured this sort of movie would appeal to them, but obviously my son has a better scope on what is trending with teenage girls than me.
The movie was what I expected: lots of coarse language, innuendo and a few funny scenes. It gleefully skewers the sad state of American politics, and by extension, politics in general in all democratic countries.
The message was clear: money and sleaze wins, truth and honour don鈥檛 matter; notwithstanding the sappy ending that takes a whiff at erasing all the lies and sleaze bombarded on viewers the previous 90 minutes.
Leaving the theatre, my son said something to the affect that all politicians are sleazy and only care about themselves and no one else; not the voters, not even their own families. (Don鈥檛 underestimate the power of movies on impressionable minds.)
I told him I am not a defender of politicians, but that seemed a harsh comment to wipe all of them with such a broad stroke.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e always complaining about high taxes and politicians wasting your money,鈥� he said during the drive back to the cottage. 鈥淣ame me one good politician.鈥�
My first thought was 鈥渢ouch茅, my boy, I didn鈥檛 realize you were listening.鈥� My second thought was that I have met many politicians over the years, including five prime ministers, at least 10 premiers and even one of Canada鱿鱼视频app Fathers of Confederation (Joey Smallwood) 鈥� and even though I鈥檓 sure there are many good ones, only two or three jumped to mind who were in it for the right reasons, unlike Ferrell鱿鱼视频app character.
The first name was John Tory, whom I have known for about 20 years. I don鈥檛 know him well enough to call him a friend, but I do know him well enough to know that he went into politics to help others, not himself. Ted Rogers once called John Tory the best premier Ontario refused to elect.
鈥淏ut he got creamed so that proves that good people can鈥檛 succeed in politics,鈥� my son said.
He almost got me, and then I mentioned the current federal finance minister, Jim Flaherty.
鈥淪on, when you were just a little guy, your mother and I met Mr. Flaherty at a cocktail party when he was finance minister in Ontario,鈥� I said. 鈥淗e was receiving the royal treatment at the party but when he was introduced to your mother (who is a home design expert of some renown) all he wanted to do was talk to her about what he and his wife were doing about renovating their century home in Whitby. He was a real person, not some phony politician, even though the party hosts were trotting him around the room as if he were the Pope.鈥�
But my son quipped: 鈥淎ll that tells me is that he was interested in talking to mom about something for himself and getting her ideas for renovating. Maybe he is a good person but that story doesn鈥檛 tell me that.鈥�
Darn, this kid is good, I thought.
鈥淥kay,鈥� I said. 鈥淗ave you ever heard of a politician named Irwin Cotler?鈥�
鈥淣o,鈥� he said.
鈥淗e used to be Canada鱿鱼视频app justice minister and he is still a Member of Parliament,鈥� I said. 鈥淓ver heard of Nelson Mandela?鈥�
鈥淥f course. But what does Nelson Mandela have to do with Irwin Cotler?鈥�
鈥淏ecause Irwin Cotler was one of the lawyers who helped Mandela get free. He has fought for years for human rights and has worked hard to get so many good people free around the world who were unjustly imprisoned. Some of these names probably don鈥檛 mean much to you but political prisoners like Natan Sharansky and many others owe their freedom to Irwin Cotler,鈥� I said.
My son asked me why I knew so much about Cotler and I told him I don鈥檛 know that much, but I met him once and he spoke passionately about how people can make a difference. I could tell he was not in politics for the money.
And, I said, hopefully, there are more people like Irwin Cotler coming into politics, even if the types being mocked by Ferrell seem to be all too prominent and wasting my tax dollars.
- By Robert Brehl
Return to civility
Benjamin Franklin once wrote: 鈥淏e civil to all, sociable to many, familiar with few, friend to one, enemy to none.鈥濃�圔ut 250 years later Franklin鱿鱼视频app wise words have been turned upside down. Public discourse today is often about being enemies to many and civil to few.
That is increasingly evident in our media, homes, schools and even churches, but is particularly true in our political dialogue. Intelligent, civil debate has been bludgeoned to death by crass, dishonest personal attacks that demean the political process and alienate voters.
For that reason, the Knights of Columbus and New York Cardinal Timothy Dolan are to be commended for promoting civility as an issue in the American presidential election. It鱿鱼视频app about time people of influence told political leaders to smarten up.
Dolan has asked the Republican and Democratic candidates for president and vice-president to sign a Knights of Columbus petition seeking a return to civility in politics. That includes refraining from personal attacks for the duration of the campaign.
No doubt the cardinal realizes this is a tough sell. But it is one well worth pitching. There is a close connection in any society between civility and morality. People must first treat each other with respect and decency in order to advance those values across society as a whole. Cynical politicians create soulless governments that pursue selfish agendas rather than advance the common good.
That is as true in Canada as it is in the United States. On this mud-ward slide, Canadian politicians are tumbling right behind their American counterparts.
Dolan may not have been speaking to Canada but we should be listening anyway.
鈥淲e need to remind those running for office and those in office that how we disagree with each other says as much about us as a nation as what issues we disagree on,鈥漵aid Carl Anderson, CEO of the Knights of Columbus.
For that reason, the Knights launched a Civility in America campaign to remind society in general and politicians in particular of the Christian ethos to act always with respect and dignity towards others. It is a non-partisan campaign developed after a survey showed 74 per cent of Americans believe political campaigns are increasingly negative and 66 per cent believe candidates spend more time attacking opponents than discussing issues.
鈥淐andidates aren鈥檛 running to become the next American Idol,鈥� Anderson said. 鈥淭hey are running to become our public servants. They ought to behave in a manner that keeps faith with that goal.鈥�
Spirited debate and disagreement are signs of a healthy society. But dialogue must be conducted with civility. Otherwise conversation becomes confrontation and society is demeaned. We all have a stake in making courtesy common again.
That is increasingly evident in our media, homes, schools and even churches, but is particularly true in our political dialogue. Intelligent, civil debate has been bludgeoned to death by crass, dishonest personal attacks that demean the political process and alienate voters.
For that reason, the Knights of Columbus and New York Cardinal Timothy Dolan are to be commended for promoting civility as an issue in the American presidential election. It鱿鱼视频app about time people of influence told political leaders to smarten up.
Dolan has asked the Republican and Democratic candidates for president and vice-president to sign a Knights of Columbus petition seeking a return to civility in politics. That includes refraining from personal attacks for the duration of the campaign.
No doubt the cardinal realizes this is a tough sell. But it is one well worth pitching. There is a close connection in any society between civility and morality. People must first treat each other with respect and decency in order to advance those values across society as a whole. Cynical politicians create soulless governments that pursue selfish agendas rather than advance the common good.
That is as true in Canada as it is in the United States. On this mud-ward slide, Canadian politicians are tumbling right behind their American counterparts.
Dolan may not have been speaking to Canada but we should be listening anyway.
鈥淲e need to remind those running for office and those in office that how we disagree with each other says as much about us as a nation as what issues we disagree on,鈥漵aid Carl Anderson, CEO of the Knights of Columbus.
For that reason, the Knights launched a Civility in America campaign to remind society in general and politicians in particular of the Christian ethos to act always with respect and dignity towards others. It is a non-partisan campaign developed after a survey showed 74 per cent of Americans believe political campaigns are increasingly negative and 66 per cent believe candidates spend more time attacking opponents than discussing issues.
鈥淐andidates aren鈥檛 running to become the next American Idol,鈥� Anderson said. 鈥淭hey are running to become our public servants. They ought to behave in a manner that keeps faith with that goal.鈥�
Spirited debate and disagreement are signs of a healthy society. But dialogue must be conducted with civility. Otherwise conversation becomes confrontation and society is demeaned. We all have a stake in making courtesy common again.
No repeat of Iraq in Syria
The insurrection to oust Syrian president Bashar al-Assad is entering its 18th month but despite international condemnation of his brutal methods and economic sanctions against his regime, the dictator refuses to release his grip on power.
The United Nations estimates more than 10,000 Syrians 鈥� most of them civilians 鈥� have died in the fighting. Other groups cite fatality figures twice that number. In addition, more than a million people have fled their homes, including about 200,000 Syrians, mostly families, who鈥檝e sought sanctuary in neighbouring countries.
Few if any people can feel safe today in Syria. But that is particularly true for Syria鱿鱼视频app two million Christians. Under Assad, and his father before him, Christianity was tolerated and some Christians even held prominent government positions. Now Syria鱿鱼视频app Christians expect a Muslim backlash when Assad鱿鱼视频app overthrow, which seems inevitable, is completed.
Their fear is based on the winds of Christian persecution that blew through Iraq in the aftermath of the 2003 overthrow of Saddam Hussein. Like his 鈥圫ryian neighbour, Hussein was also tolerant of Christianity. But when his regime fell, thousands of Christians lost their homes and businesses. Many more were harassed, assaulted and large numbers killed. Tens of thousands fled as refugees, reducing Iraq鱿鱼视频app Christian population by half.
It may already be too late to save Syria鱿鱼视频app Christians from the same fate. But the international community has an obligation to flex its muscle and try. It must learn from its failure in Iraq and act decisively in Syria so that a civil rebellion to end repression doesn鈥檛 install a regime that imposes a new type of intolerance.
Pope Benedict has appealed for peace in Syria and for humanitarian aid to support the uncapped flow of refugees. Later this month, he will visit Lebanon and is expected to renew the Vatican鱿鱼视频app call for religious freedom throughout the Middle East, home to 5.7 million Christians.
The Canadian government has pledged $10-million in humanitarian aid, including $2 million for emergency medical supplies. That鱿鱼视频app a good start, but the aid must go quickly and efficiently into trusted hands who can ensure it is actually spent on humanitarian relief. There are several reputable agencies and NGOs (including the Catholic Near East Welfare Association) that know the political terrain and whose expertise the government should utilize. Even then, the government can do more. It must become vocal at the United Nations and other forums in demanding that Syria鱿鱼视频app next government respect human rights, particularly those of its religious minorities. It should also heed calls from the opposition Liberals and temporarily relax immigration policies to make Canada more accessible to Syrian refugees.
Iraq showed what can happen when persecuted minorities are abandoned. A repeat shouldn鈥檛 be allowed to happen in Syria.
The United Nations estimates more than 10,000 Syrians 鈥� most of them civilians 鈥� have died in the fighting. Other groups cite fatality figures twice that number. In addition, more than a million people have fled their homes, including about 200,000 Syrians, mostly families, who鈥檝e sought sanctuary in neighbouring countries.
Few if any people can feel safe today in Syria. But that is particularly true for Syria鱿鱼视频app two million Christians. Under Assad, and his father before him, Christianity was tolerated and some Christians even held prominent government positions. Now Syria鱿鱼视频app Christians expect a Muslim backlash when Assad鱿鱼视频app overthrow, which seems inevitable, is completed.
Their fear is based on the winds of Christian persecution that blew through Iraq in the aftermath of the 2003 overthrow of Saddam Hussein. Like his 鈥圫ryian neighbour, Hussein was also tolerant of Christianity. But when his regime fell, thousands of Christians lost their homes and businesses. Many more were harassed, assaulted and large numbers killed. Tens of thousands fled as refugees, reducing Iraq鱿鱼视频app Christian population by half.
It may already be too late to save Syria鱿鱼视频app Christians from the same fate. But the international community has an obligation to flex its muscle and try. It must learn from its failure in Iraq and act decisively in Syria so that a civil rebellion to end repression doesn鈥檛 install a regime that imposes a new type of intolerance.
Pope Benedict has appealed for peace in Syria and for humanitarian aid to support the uncapped flow of refugees. Later this month, he will visit Lebanon and is expected to renew the Vatican鱿鱼视频app call for religious freedom throughout the Middle East, home to 5.7 million Christians.
The Canadian government has pledged $10-million in humanitarian aid, including $2 million for emergency medical supplies. That鱿鱼视频app a good start, but the aid must go quickly and efficiently into trusted hands who can ensure it is actually spent on humanitarian relief. There are several reputable agencies and NGOs (including the Catholic Near East Welfare Association) that know the political terrain and whose expertise the government should utilize. Even then, the government can do more. It must become vocal at the United Nations and other forums in demanding that Syria鱿鱼视频app next government respect human rights, particularly those of its religious minorities. It should also heed calls from the opposition Liberals and temporarily relax immigration policies to make Canada more accessible to Syrian refugees.
Iraq showed what can happen when persecuted minorities are abandoned. A repeat shouldn鈥檛 be allowed to happen in Syria.
Just imagine doing those acts of defiance
Nike made its fortune urging us to 鈥淛ust Do It.鈥� Now, in a wonderful essay, writer Janna Malamud Smith reminds us that the 鈥渋t鈥� can be as much imaginative as physical.
Smith, who lectures in psychology at Harvard Medical School, writes in the Sun magazine that the demands on the imagination that come from pursuing craft or art create a form of 鈥渞esistance to mortality鈥� equivalent to what we seek from a fitness regime.
She does not suggest we can stop the clock by playing the violin, writing poetry or learning to weave, any more than we can defeat eternity by running marathons or taking up cycling. What we can do, she argues, is express our defiance of chronology and biology by seeking to create things worthy of living on after us.
鈥淭he defiance is the act of giving to the craft more than bare necessity requires, of resisting mortality while acknowledging the futility of the resistance,鈥� Smith writes in her essay An Absorbing Errand. 鈥淚maginative acts鈥issipate clock time like breeze shoos off a fog. They amend mortal loss.鈥�
The previous sentence is a confirmation of the immortal G.K. Chesterton鱿鱼视频app observation that 鈥渁nything worth doing is worth doing badly.鈥� We do not paint water colours in anticipation of a showing at the National Gallery any more than we play oldtimers鈥� hockey expecting an NHL scout to be in the stands at midnight. We do it because it identifies a compulsion that produces a satisfaction that expresses something of who and what we are: what we have done with our lives.
There is more to be considered in Smith鱿鱼视频app juxtaposition of 鈥渋maginative acts鈥� and 鈥渁mendment of mortal loss.鈥� If the imagination can gain us immortality, can it also help us defeat immorality? If it can amend mortal loss, can it also defend against political betrayal?
If we think it can, then we might at least look differently at the routs the Church has suffered over recent decades. We could begin to see them not as failures of courage or shrewdness on the part of the bishops and the Church hierarchy, not as a result of the lamentable docility of rank-and-file Catholics (Christians), nor even as examples of the sharp-toothed cunning of the children of God on the opposite side. We can see them, instead, as commitment to acts of imaginative defiance more than bare necessity requires even while acknowledging the futility of resistance.
Here are two examples.
Quebec has witnessed an August鱿鱼视频app worth of outcry over the Parti Quebecois鱿鱼视频app plan to pass a Charter of Secularism that would forbid non-Christian public servants from wearing religious symbols at work. Christian symbols could still be worn, however. The Cross in the National Assembly would also be retained. This is vile, divisive bigotry, of course. Yet it manages to be something even worse. It is the cynical emptying of all religious symbols by reducing them to mere decoration.
In my imagination, the defiant retort is an all-faith procession to the door of the Quebec legislature as a show of solidarity, and with the following twist: the Christians would come bearing a hammer, a nail and a piece of paper demanding: 鈥淕ive us back the Cross. It鱿鱼视频app ours, not yours.鈥�
In like fashion, could not Ontario parents, teachers, principals, trustees, bishops respond to the odious bullying of Bill-13 and its brutally imposed Gay-Straight Alliance clubs by forming in every Catholic school an alternative Love Thy Neighbour club? Could not such clubs offer rewards at year鱿鱼视频app end for meritorious acts of charity and fidelity to Church teaching? And isn鈥檛 it best to appeal to the very heart of our faith in order to outflank the children of God who oppose us?
Wouldn鈥檛 work? The kids would never join? Rules don鈥檛 allow it? So what? Imagine something better (it shouldn鈥檛 be hard). Imagine something that almost might work even if, ultimately, it doesn鈥檛.
For surely imaginative acts of defiance, even if futile, are worthwhile. It鱿鱼视频app better to say we have lived as Catholics and as Christians than simply accepting the deadening power of acquiescence. Just do it.
Smith, who lectures in psychology at Harvard Medical School, writes in the Sun magazine that the demands on the imagination that come from pursuing craft or art create a form of 鈥渞esistance to mortality鈥� equivalent to what we seek from a fitness regime.
She does not suggest we can stop the clock by playing the violin, writing poetry or learning to weave, any more than we can defeat eternity by running marathons or taking up cycling. What we can do, she argues, is express our defiance of chronology and biology by seeking to create things worthy of living on after us.
鈥淭he defiance is the act of giving to the craft more than bare necessity requires, of resisting mortality while acknowledging the futility of the resistance,鈥� Smith writes in her essay An Absorbing Errand. 鈥淚maginative acts鈥issipate clock time like breeze shoos off a fog. They amend mortal loss.鈥�
The previous sentence is a confirmation of the immortal G.K. Chesterton鱿鱼视频app observation that 鈥渁nything worth doing is worth doing badly.鈥� We do not paint water colours in anticipation of a showing at the National Gallery any more than we play oldtimers鈥� hockey expecting an NHL scout to be in the stands at midnight. We do it because it identifies a compulsion that produces a satisfaction that expresses something of who and what we are: what we have done with our lives.
There is more to be considered in Smith鱿鱼视频app juxtaposition of 鈥渋maginative acts鈥� and 鈥渁mendment of mortal loss.鈥� If the imagination can gain us immortality, can it also help us defeat immorality? If it can amend mortal loss, can it also defend against political betrayal?
If we think it can, then we might at least look differently at the routs the Church has suffered over recent decades. We could begin to see them not as failures of courage or shrewdness on the part of the bishops and the Church hierarchy, not as a result of the lamentable docility of rank-and-file Catholics (Christians), nor even as examples of the sharp-toothed cunning of the children of God on the opposite side. We can see them, instead, as commitment to acts of imaginative defiance more than bare necessity requires even while acknowledging the futility of resistance.
Here are two examples.
Quebec has witnessed an August鱿鱼视频app worth of outcry over the Parti Quebecois鱿鱼视频app plan to pass a Charter of Secularism that would forbid non-Christian public servants from wearing religious symbols at work. Christian symbols could still be worn, however. The Cross in the National Assembly would also be retained. This is vile, divisive bigotry, of course. Yet it manages to be something even worse. It is the cynical emptying of all religious symbols by reducing them to mere decoration.
In my imagination, the defiant retort is an all-faith procession to the door of the Quebec legislature as a show of solidarity, and with the following twist: the Christians would come bearing a hammer, a nail and a piece of paper demanding: 鈥淕ive us back the Cross. It鱿鱼视频app ours, not yours.鈥�
In like fashion, could not Ontario parents, teachers, principals, trustees, bishops respond to the odious bullying of Bill-13 and its brutally imposed Gay-Straight Alliance clubs by forming in every Catholic school an alternative Love Thy Neighbour club? Could not such clubs offer rewards at year鱿鱼视频app end for meritorious acts of charity and fidelity to Church teaching? And isn鈥檛 it best to appeal to the very heart of our faith in order to outflank the children of God who oppose us?
Wouldn鈥檛 work? The kids would never join? Rules don鈥檛 allow it? So what? Imagine something better (it shouldn鈥檛 be hard). Imagine something that almost might work even if, ultimately, it doesn鈥檛.
For surely imaginative acts of defiance, even if futile, are worthwhile. It鱿鱼视频app better to say we have lived as Catholics and as Christians than simply accepting the deadening power of acquiescence. Just do it.
A priest, in the spirit of John Paul II, brought me out of the wilderness
More than a decade ago a Catholic friend gave me a copy of the then recently published Catechism of the Catholic Church. I read it and was impressed by the depth and eloquence of its proclamation of the Catholic faith. This was the faith I affirmed, but which I considered that my own Anglican Church no longer did.
In 2004, I moved with my wife Norah from London to St. Thomas, Ont. In the spring of 2005, as Pope John Paul II lay dying, I first came to Holy Angels Church to pray for him. He died on Saturday, April 2, 2005, and there was an afternoon Mass that day so I came. The grief among the congregation was palpable. But to my astonishment, the priest carried on as though nothing had happened. Only when he came to the prayers of the faithful did he mention the Holy Father had just died, therefore we would skip the usual intercession for the Pope.
Not a word to assuage the shared grief of the congregation. We were dismissed, orphaned and bereaved out into the night.
I was not then a Catholic. But I considered John Paul ll the brightest light in the dark times through which I had lived, and on that day I expected more. 鈥淣ever again will I enter this church,鈥� I muttered on my way out the door. But, as often happens, God had other plans.
This brings me to November 2005. I had not been attending any church when suddenly the conviction overwhelmed me that I could not celebrate Christmas if I did not worship somewhere during Advent. So, on the first Sunday of Advent, I trudged along to Holy Angels, rather expecting to be disillusioned again, to be perfectly frank.
To my surprise, there was a new priest. He was Polish and it soon became evident that he had been shaped by John Paul the Great. To my even greater surprise, the new priest鱿鱼视频app homily was directed straight at me.
Fr. Adam Gabriel鱿鱼视频app topic was 鈥淐ome out of the wilderness.鈥� I recall that he said something like this: 鈥淧eople experience many kinds of wilderness. There may be someone here who is in a church wilderness, someone who cannot find a church to belong to, or perhaps who has found the church but it is the church to which he cannot belong. To that person Jesus says this morning: 鈥楥ome out of the wilderness.鈥� 鈥�
The next day, without calling in advance and without an appointment, and never having met the priest, I knocked on the rectory door and told Fr. Gabriel that I was that person in the wilderness. He listened to my story and told me about the RCIA program. I told him we had tried the RCIA program in a London parish and it had been a disillusioning experience. He said that he regretted that he could not give private instruction, because Holy Angels is a large and busy parish and he was the only priest and there was simply no time.
Then, noticing I had brought my copy of the catechism, he asked if I had read it. I said that I had. Then he said: 鈥淥kay. If you are serious enough to have read the catechism, I鈥檒l make the time to give you instruction.鈥� And so, over the next year, he did. On July 2, 2006, at the altar of Holy Angels, I was received into the full communion of the Roman Catholic Church. Norah was received at Easter one year later.
I told that story at a recent farewell party not to draw attention to myself, but to illustrate my own immense debt to a priest who later became my friend. For seven years Holy Angels was the recipient of prevenient grace. Fr. Gabriel was our priest, our shepherd, our pastor, our confessor and our friend. He did everything with energy, infectious enthusiasm and dedication.Words do not adequately convey the sense of gratitude, commingled with loss, we felt when he moved to St. Teresa鱿鱼视频app in Etobicoke, Ont.
鈥淣ot to be served but to serve.鈥� How often we heard him say that. But he didn鈥檛 just say it 鈥� he lived it!
He brought me out of the wilderness and for that I will be forever grateful.
In 2004, I moved with my wife Norah from London to St. Thomas, Ont. In the spring of 2005, as Pope John Paul II lay dying, I first came to Holy Angels Church to pray for him. He died on Saturday, April 2, 2005, and there was an afternoon Mass that day so I came. The grief among the congregation was palpable. But to my astonishment, the priest carried on as though nothing had happened. Only when he came to the prayers of the faithful did he mention the Holy Father had just died, therefore we would skip the usual intercession for the Pope.
Not a word to assuage the shared grief of the congregation. We were dismissed, orphaned and bereaved out into the night.
I was not then a Catholic. But I considered John Paul ll the brightest light in the dark times through which I had lived, and on that day I expected more. 鈥淣ever again will I enter this church,鈥� I muttered on my way out the door. But, as often happens, God had other plans.
This brings me to November 2005. I had not been attending any church when suddenly the conviction overwhelmed me that I could not celebrate Christmas if I did not worship somewhere during Advent. So, on the first Sunday of Advent, I trudged along to Holy Angels, rather expecting to be disillusioned again, to be perfectly frank.
To my surprise, there was a new priest. He was Polish and it soon became evident that he had been shaped by John Paul the Great. To my even greater surprise, the new priest鱿鱼视频app homily was directed straight at me.
Fr. Adam Gabriel鱿鱼视频app topic was 鈥淐ome out of the wilderness.鈥� I recall that he said something like this: 鈥淧eople experience many kinds of wilderness. There may be someone here who is in a church wilderness, someone who cannot find a church to belong to, or perhaps who has found the church but it is the church to which he cannot belong. To that person Jesus says this morning: 鈥楥ome out of the wilderness.鈥� 鈥�
The next day, without calling in advance and without an appointment, and never having met the priest, I knocked on the rectory door and told Fr. Gabriel that I was that person in the wilderness. He listened to my story and told me about the RCIA program. I told him we had tried the RCIA program in a London parish and it had been a disillusioning experience. He said that he regretted that he could not give private instruction, because Holy Angels is a large and busy parish and he was the only priest and there was simply no time.
Then, noticing I had brought my copy of the catechism, he asked if I had read it. I said that I had. Then he said: 鈥淥kay. If you are serious enough to have read the catechism, I鈥檒l make the time to give you instruction.鈥� And so, over the next year, he did. On July 2, 2006, at the altar of Holy Angels, I was received into the full communion of the Roman Catholic Church. Norah was received at Easter one year later.
I told that story at a recent farewell party not to draw attention to myself, but to illustrate my own immense debt to a priest who later became my friend. For seven years Holy Angels was the recipient of prevenient grace. Fr. Gabriel was our priest, our shepherd, our pastor, our confessor and our friend. He did everything with energy, infectious enthusiasm and dedication.Words do not adequately convey the sense of gratitude, commingled with loss, we felt when he moved to St. Teresa鱿鱼视频app in Etobicoke, Ont.
鈥淣ot to be served but to serve.鈥� How often we heard him say that. But he didn鈥檛 just say it 鈥� he lived it!
He brought me out of the wilderness and for that I will be forever grateful.
- By Ian Hunter
A summer of pain opened up a new world to me
Being dependent on others is spiritually difficult. That鱿鱼视频app just one of the lessons I鈥檝e learned during my summer of suffering.
It started in late spring when I experienced debilitating back spasms. I was prescribed a muscle relaxant that induced a violent physical reaction, causing my family to call 911 and sending me to hospital for 12 days. I was virtually immobilized for well over a month and discovered what it鱿鱼视频app like to surrender a busy work agenda and summer holiday plans.
Throughout a hot summer, I was almost totally dependent on family and friends. All of my life I鈥檝e worked hard to be in control. But I had to learn how it felt to have little control over your life.
Over the years I鈥檝e read many books about saints who said suffering is a gift. But between rounds of morphine, medical appointments, medical tests and excruciating pain, this gift has been hard to accept. Still, I鈥檓 trying. And there has been some joy among the pain.
One night, I was crying out with despair. My teenaged son looked me in the eye and said: 鈥淢om, offer it up! Do you know how many people you can help with this? Offer it up! That鱿鱼视频app what you always tell me. Offer it up as a sacrifice.鈥�
As a mother of two teenagers my heart soared to heaven and back again. It was the same when my daughter brought me my favourite candy bar, Coffee Crisp, after school just to cheer me up.
I have become particularly grateful for the sacrament of marriage and the gift of family. Who else besides my husband and children would help me do all the things I鈥檝e been physically unable to do myself? Early in my ordeal, I laughed when my husband remarked: 鈥淗ow in the world have you made dinner every night for all these years? I鈥檝e made dinner for three days in a row and I am already running out of ideas?鈥�
After a recent appointment with an orthopedic surgeon, feeling a bit confident about using my new walker, I thought I鈥檇 try to run an errand. With my husband out front and me wobbling behind, I made my way through the mall to update my driver鱿鱼视频app license. It was overwhelming to see people moving so quickly while I shuffled along in my walker. Everyone seemed in such a hurry. 鈥↖ ended up stepping on something that tweaked my back and pinched a nerve. I screamed. I was standing in my walker, in the mall, screaming in pain.
When I found a chair, a little old lady, probably in her mid-80s, wearing a pink blouse, with silver hair, all sorts of delightful jewelry and just the right amount of makeup, sat right down beside me. My eyes were closed and tearing up, and I was praying under my breath. She put her hand on top of mine and gently said: 鈥淕od will help you through this!鈥�
Her face was angelic. She said a few things to encourage me. Before long we were both in tears, talking about our love for Him. Her name was Iva. I will never forget that precious moment when a stranger, a sister in Christ, reached out to ease my suffering. It made me think of all the times I ignored people because I was in a hurry.
After some rest, I wheeled to a mall exit while my husband got the car. Another woman approached me. She told me about the time a few years ago that she was rear-ended by a drunk driver. She understood pain and she consoled me.鈥∕oments later I noticed a man walking stiffly with a grocery cart. I asked him, 鈥淒o you have a back injury?鈥濃�ㄢ�淥h no, I had a stroke a few years ago,鈥� he replied.鈥ㄢ�圱hat night I prayed the chaplet and the rosary, praying for my family, my new friends at the mall and all people who are suffering, sick or lonely.
My injury, the ordeal in the walker, the entire summer of pain, has opened up a new world.鈥═here have been bittersweet moments of joy amidst the pain. I thank God for each and every one of them.
It started in late spring when I experienced debilitating back spasms. I was prescribed a muscle relaxant that induced a violent physical reaction, causing my family to call 911 and sending me to hospital for 12 days. I was virtually immobilized for well over a month and discovered what it鱿鱼视频app like to surrender a busy work agenda and summer holiday plans.
Throughout a hot summer, I was almost totally dependent on family and friends. All of my life I鈥檝e worked hard to be in control. But I had to learn how it felt to have little control over your life.
Over the years I鈥檝e read many books about saints who said suffering is a gift. But between rounds of morphine, medical appointments, medical tests and excruciating pain, this gift has been hard to accept. Still, I鈥檓 trying. And there has been some joy among the pain.
One night, I was crying out with despair. My teenaged son looked me in the eye and said: 鈥淢om, offer it up! Do you know how many people you can help with this? Offer it up! That鱿鱼视频app what you always tell me. Offer it up as a sacrifice.鈥�
As a mother of two teenagers my heart soared to heaven and back again. It was the same when my daughter brought me my favourite candy bar, Coffee Crisp, after school just to cheer me up.
I have become particularly grateful for the sacrament of marriage and the gift of family. Who else besides my husband and children would help me do all the things I鈥檝e been physically unable to do myself? Early in my ordeal, I laughed when my husband remarked: 鈥淗ow in the world have you made dinner every night for all these years? I鈥檝e made dinner for three days in a row and I am already running out of ideas?鈥�
After a recent appointment with an orthopedic surgeon, feeling a bit confident about using my new walker, I thought I鈥檇 try to run an errand. With my husband out front and me wobbling behind, I made my way through the mall to update my driver鱿鱼视频app license. It was overwhelming to see people moving so quickly while I shuffled along in my walker. Everyone seemed in such a hurry. 鈥↖ ended up stepping on something that tweaked my back and pinched a nerve. I screamed. I was standing in my walker, in the mall, screaming in pain.
When I found a chair, a little old lady, probably in her mid-80s, wearing a pink blouse, with silver hair, all sorts of delightful jewelry and just the right amount of makeup, sat right down beside me. My eyes were closed and tearing up, and I was praying under my breath. She put her hand on top of mine and gently said: 鈥淕od will help you through this!鈥�
Her face was angelic. She said a few things to encourage me. Before long we were both in tears, talking about our love for Him. Her name was Iva. I will never forget that precious moment when a stranger, a sister in Christ, reached out to ease my suffering. It made me think of all the times I ignored people because I was in a hurry.
After some rest, I wheeled to a mall exit while my husband got the car. Another woman approached me. She told me about the time a few years ago that she was rear-ended by a drunk driver. She understood pain and she consoled me.鈥∕oments later I noticed a man walking stiffly with a grocery cart. I asked him, 鈥淒o you have a back injury?鈥濃�ㄢ�淥h no, I had a stroke a few years ago,鈥� he replied.鈥ㄢ�圱hat night I prayed the chaplet and the rosary, praying for my family, my new friends at the mall and all people who are suffering, sick or lonely.
My injury, the ordeal in the walker, the entire summer of pain, has opened up a new world.鈥═here have been bittersweet moments of joy amidst the pain. I thank God for each and every one of them.
Ten years of priesthood and the fun continues
New York City
More weight and less hair, for the most part. Priestly ordination changes the soul, after all. It does not preserve the body. So when I gathered with my ordination classmates for a 10th anniversary reunion last week, the march of time was evident. What remained unchanged was the joy granted us by the fraternity of the priesthood.
Earlier this summer I wrote about my 10th anniversary of priestly ordination, but the class reunion was this month in New York City. When we were seminarians at the Pontifical North American College, Msgr. Timothy Dolan was the rector. At our fifth year reunion in 2007, he was archbishop of Milwaukee, and invited us to join him there, which we did. Five years later, now cardinal archbishop of New York, he was kind enough to invite us again.
There was mutual admiration, mutual affirmation and mutual encouragement. The cardinal was generous in saying how much consolation it gave him to travel far and wide and see all that his former students are doing to preach the Gospel. The leader of our class reunion, Fr. James Shea, already the president of the Catholic university, spoke in turn of how we learned to be brothers at the North American College in large part because Timothy Dolan was the father.
We learned many things from our father in the priesthood, but perhaps most important is his distinctive combination of unabashed piety and intense jocularity. So he preached to us about how the enduring question for the faithful priest is simply, 鈥淲ho has dominion over my life? Is Jesus my king? Is Mary my queen?鈥� Then after dinner he led us all to the Lady Chapel of the cathedral to visit the Blessed Sacrament and sing the Salve Regina. In between there were enough backslapping jokes to dislocate a shoulder.
Years ago an old priest told me that no one has more fun than priests when they get together. It鱿鱼视频app true, and I have been blessed enough to enjoy that since my days in the seminary. So it was good to be together with the brethren again.
Being a young priest 鈥� especially at a time when young priests are rather more scarce than they should be 鈥� is a blessed experience, as the Catholic faithful are just delighted to have us around. If we serve them well it is an added bonus.
After 10 years we are no longer new priests and it is stretch to say that we are still young. But, as we were reminded by one of our former teachers who joined us from Brooklyn, the priestly heart is always young, for it looks not to the past, but delights in what the Lord is always doing now. Responsibilities grow with the years, and the excitement and novelty of the early years has passed. Thanks be to God though, our band of brothers is still happy.
We are a happy few, and fewer than we used to be. Two have died. Others have left the priesthood which, for those who remain, constitutes both an enormous sadness and an inescapable sense of both bewilderment and betrayal. The priesthood remains mysterious and we see that both in the men who are called to it and in the men who abandon it.
In our class it was the youngest priest who died first. The one I tried to imitate in the seminary was the first one to leave. It was not what we expected.
Many things were unexpected. Before my parishioners began confiding in me I had no idea how much suffering there was in family life, especially grown children who are the principal source of suffering for their parents. I did not expect to encounter so many who are so distant from the Gospel that they cannot express even the simplest truths about Jesus Christ. I did not expect to encounter so many so unfamiliar with Christian culture that even the historic rituals of the faith no longer have any hold on them.
Unexpected too have been the graces. St. Paul assures us that they abound even more abundantly than sin abounds. Working on campus and in the media, where the default positions are usually secular, sometimes radically and exclusively so, I have seen how grace unexpectedly is at work. The Gospel has not lost its power. And for those of us charged with preaching that Gospel and being instruments of that power, we still marvel that such a wonderful life has been granted us, to do that work which is the most important and to have more fun doing it than we deserve!
More weight and less hair, for the most part. Priestly ordination changes the soul, after all. It does not preserve the body. So when I gathered with my ordination classmates for a 10th anniversary reunion last week, the march of time was evident. What remained unchanged was the joy granted us by the fraternity of the priesthood.
Earlier this summer I wrote about my 10th anniversary of priestly ordination, but the class reunion was this month in New York City. When we were seminarians at the Pontifical North American College, Msgr. Timothy Dolan was the rector. At our fifth year reunion in 2007, he was archbishop of Milwaukee, and invited us to join him there, which we did. Five years later, now cardinal archbishop of New York, he was kind enough to invite us again.
There was mutual admiration, mutual affirmation and mutual encouragement. The cardinal was generous in saying how much consolation it gave him to travel far and wide and see all that his former students are doing to preach the Gospel. The leader of our class reunion, Fr. James Shea, already the president of the Catholic university, spoke in turn of how we learned to be brothers at the North American College in large part because Timothy Dolan was the father.
We learned many things from our father in the priesthood, but perhaps most important is his distinctive combination of unabashed piety and intense jocularity. So he preached to us about how the enduring question for the faithful priest is simply, 鈥淲ho has dominion over my life? Is Jesus my king? Is Mary my queen?鈥� Then after dinner he led us all to the Lady Chapel of the cathedral to visit the Blessed Sacrament and sing the Salve Regina. In between there were enough backslapping jokes to dislocate a shoulder.
Years ago an old priest told me that no one has more fun than priests when they get together. It鱿鱼视频app true, and I have been blessed enough to enjoy that since my days in the seminary. So it was good to be together with the brethren again.
Being a young priest 鈥� especially at a time when young priests are rather more scarce than they should be 鈥� is a blessed experience, as the Catholic faithful are just delighted to have us around. If we serve them well it is an added bonus.
After 10 years we are no longer new priests and it is stretch to say that we are still young. But, as we were reminded by one of our former teachers who joined us from Brooklyn, the priestly heart is always young, for it looks not to the past, but delights in what the Lord is always doing now. Responsibilities grow with the years, and the excitement and novelty of the early years has passed. Thanks be to God though, our band of brothers is still happy.
We are a happy few, and fewer than we used to be. Two have died. Others have left the priesthood which, for those who remain, constitutes both an enormous sadness and an inescapable sense of both bewilderment and betrayal. The priesthood remains mysterious and we see that both in the men who are called to it and in the men who abandon it.
In our class it was the youngest priest who died first. The one I tried to imitate in the seminary was the first one to leave. It was not what we expected.
Many things were unexpected. Before my parishioners began confiding in me I had no idea how much suffering there was in family life, especially grown children who are the principal source of suffering for their parents. I did not expect to encounter so many who are so distant from the Gospel that they cannot express even the simplest truths about Jesus Christ. I did not expect to encounter so many so unfamiliar with Christian culture that even the historic rituals of the faith no longer have any hold on them.
Unexpected too have been the graces. St. Paul assures us that they abound even more abundantly than sin abounds. Working on campus and in the media, where the default positions are usually secular, sometimes radically and exclusively so, I have seen how grace unexpectedly is at work. The Gospel has not lost its power. And for those of us charged with preaching that Gospel and being instruments of that power, we still marvel that such a wonderful life has been granted us, to do that work which is the most important and to have more fun doing it than we deserve!
Protect all rights
Quebec society has been chipping away at its religious foundation for years so it should be no surprise that the party poised to form the province鱿鱼视频app next government is championing a full-blown Charter of Secularism.
Still, this is a sad testament on the state of spiritual life in what was once Canada鱿鱼视频app most faith-filled province. Although there has been some opposition to the proposal, Quebecers have not risen up en masse to denounce the notion of a secular charter or to criticize its authors, the Parti Quebecois, which proposed this unfortunate piece of legislation.
PQ leader Pauline Marois intends to make her secularist charter a priority should her party form the government after Quebecers go to the polls Sept. 4. The gist of the policy is to prohibit public-sector employees from wearing 鈥渃onspicuous religious signs.鈥� The PQ has not released details, but the legislation is expected to target such religious items as the Jewish yarmulke, Muslim hijab and Sikh kirpan.
Such legislation would be a clear contravention of the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms, which protects religious expression. But Marois said she鈥檒l override the Charter by invoking the notwithstanding clause because, she said, 鈥渨e insist on conserving our identity, our language, our institutions and our values.鈥�
Catholic expressions of faith, however, are to be mostly exempt. Civil servants, for instance, will be permitted to wear a chain with a crucifix if it is 鈥渄iscreet,鈥� and a large crucifix that hangs in the National Assembly will remain because, said Marois, it is a part of Quebec history and 鈥渨e don鈥檛 have to renounce our history.鈥�
Catholics should find little consolation in these concessions. All of society has a stake when any government disrespects fundamental rights. And all people of faith should be particularly alarmed when any group鱿鱼视频app religious freedom is threatened.
Religious freedom is an inalienable right that is essential to the dignity of all people and, as such, it must be protected by civil authority, according to the catechism. Pope John Paul II said all social and cultural discrimination, including religious discrimination, must be 鈥渆radicated as incompatible with God鱿鱼视频app design.鈥� Pope Benedict once called it 鈥渋nconceivable鈥� that people should be forced to suppress their faith or 鈥渄enied the right to act in accordance with their religious convictions.鈥�
Pope Benedict鱿鱼视频app comments were in response to violent persecution of Christians in the Middle East and Africa. 鈥圵hat the PQ proposes is tame by comparison. But it is discrimination nonetheless and should be denounced; freedom of religious expression is an inalienable right of all people.
Christian nations can hardly demand foreign governments respect the rights of religious minorities if Christians are unwilling to defend full expression of those fundamental freedoms at home.
Still, this is a sad testament on the state of spiritual life in what was once Canada鱿鱼视频app most faith-filled province. Although there has been some opposition to the proposal, Quebecers have not risen up en masse to denounce the notion of a secular charter or to criticize its authors, the Parti Quebecois, which proposed this unfortunate piece of legislation.
PQ leader Pauline Marois intends to make her secularist charter a priority should her party form the government after Quebecers go to the polls Sept. 4. The gist of the policy is to prohibit public-sector employees from wearing 鈥渃onspicuous religious signs.鈥� The PQ has not released details, but the legislation is expected to target such religious items as the Jewish yarmulke, Muslim hijab and Sikh kirpan.
Such legislation would be a clear contravention of the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms, which protects religious expression. But Marois said she鈥檒l override the Charter by invoking the notwithstanding clause because, she said, 鈥渨e insist on conserving our identity, our language, our institutions and our values.鈥�
Catholic expressions of faith, however, are to be mostly exempt. Civil servants, for instance, will be permitted to wear a chain with a crucifix if it is 鈥渄iscreet,鈥� and a large crucifix that hangs in the National Assembly will remain because, said Marois, it is a part of Quebec history and 鈥渨e don鈥檛 have to renounce our history.鈥�
Catholics should find little consolation in these concessions. All of society has a stake when any government disrespects fundamental rights. And all people of faith should be particularly alarmed when any group鱿鱼视频app religious freedom is threatened.
Religious freedom is an inalienable right that is essential to the dignity of all people and, as such, it must be protected by civil authority, according to the catechism. Pope John Paul II said all social and cultural discrimination, including religious discrimination, must be 鈥渆radicated as incompatible with God鱿鱼视频app design.鈥� Pope Benedict once called it 鈥渋nconceivable鈥� that people should be forced to suppress their faith or 鈥渄enied the right to act in accordance with their religious convictions.鈥�
Pope Benedict鱿鱼视频app comments were in response to violent persecution of Christians in the Middle East and Africa. 鈥圵hat the PQ proposes is tame by comparison. But it is discrimination nonetheless and should be denounced; freedom of religious expression is an inalienable right of all people.
Christian nations can hardly demand foreign governments respect the rights of religious minorities if Christians are unwilling to defend full expression of those fundamental freedoms at home.
Russia鱿鱼视频app real top story 鈥� and it's not Pussy Riot
The Pussy Riot trial was the second most important story regarding the 鱿鱼视频app Orthodox Church last week. Understandably, it got top billing. A punk band invoked the Mother of God in Moscow鱿鱼视频app cathedral to protect Russia from its new czar, Vladimir Putin, and to inveigh against the support given to the regime by the 鱿鱼视频app Orthodox Patriarchate. Politics, protest, church, state, freedom and censorship 鈥� it had it all, and so dominated the global news.
The patriarch of the 鱿鱼视频app Orthodox Church 鈥� Kirill 鈥� was likely happy to be away from Moscow for the sentencing of the protesters for 鈥渉ooliganism.鈥� He was in Poland for a historic meeting, one that might hold great promise for the future of 21st-century Christian unity. That was the most important story last week.
The patriarch of the 鱿鱼视频app Orthodox Church is the single most important figure for Christian unity. The Roman Catholic Church has been ready for closer, even full, unity with the Orthodox Church for more than a generation. And that is the only prospect for Christian unity. Unity with the Anglican Communion is no longer an option; the next archbishop of Canterbury鱿鱼视频app principal task will be to preside over the peaceful dissolution of that Christian communion, not to deepen stronger ties with Catholics or Orthodox Christians.
Kirill is not the head of Orthodoxy. That office belongs to the Ecumenical Patriarch in Constantinople (Istanbul), but he has been reduced to a largely ceremonial role. His flock is only a few thousand souls, and the Turkish government has so strangled his religious liberty that he can barely function as bishop of his own city, let alone the global head of Orthodoxy.
That leaves the patriarch of Moscow and All Russia as the leader of the majority of Orthodox Christians in the world.
The Pussy Riot story was about how Kirill is managing the patriarchate鱿鱼视频app relationship with the Kremlin. His explicit support of Putin makes many wary, worried that Kirill intends to make the Orthodox Church the long arm of the Kremlin in exchange for privileges from the state. Relations between the Orthodox Church and the czar, then with the communist state, have a long and tortured history. The question facing Kirill is whether the Orthodox Church will defend liberty, including religious liberty, or prefer to reconstruct an altar-and-throne arrangement with Putin as Russia鱿鱼视频app de facto king.
The visit to Poland was about how Kirill will position the Orthodox in relation to the Catholic world, and whether he will resist or support Putin鱿鱼视频app attempts to recreate the old Soviet empire by establishing a 鱿鱼视频app sphere of influence that will include Ukraine certainly, and perhaps aspires to move westward toward Poland.
The signs from this visit were promising. It was the first visit of the patriarch of Moscow to Poland, which alone made it an historic moment. He came at the invitation of the local Orthodox Church in Warsaw, but in visiting the largest Slavic Catholic nation, the critical meetings were with the leadership of the Catholic Church.
The highlight of the visit was the joint signing of an appeal for reconciliation between 鱿鱼视频apps and Poles, who throughout history have had hostile relations. Russia鱿鱼视频app role in the dismemberment of Poland in 1795, and again in 1939 in complicity with the Nazis, is not forgotten by Poles, the majority of whom regard 鱿鱼视频apps with suspicion. 鈥淲e appeal to our followers and ask them to pray in order to be forgiven for their wrongdoings, injustice and all the ill deeds they inflicted upon one another over the centuries,鈥� states the joint appeal, entrusting to the Mother of God this work of mercy. Kirill and the head of the Polish bishops鈥� conference exchanged icons of the Blessed Mother as a sign of Christian charity and common Slavic spirituality.
The meeting of fellow Slavic Christians ought not to be so unusual, but it is. The hope is that Kirill鱿鱼视频app visit to the Catholics of Poland signals a willingness for a more fraternal relationship with Catholics, both in Russia and abroad. Blessed John Paul II repeatedly desired to meet the patriarch and to visit Russia, but Kirill鱿鱼视频app predecessors refused permission. A meeting of the Pope and Patriarch remains unlikely today, but might be arranged before long.
The Polish visit may bear other fruit. The centuries-long model in Russia has been for the Church to seek amenable arrangements with the state. The Polish Church learned, under more than 150 years of brutal foreign occupation and persecution, to align itself not with the state, but with the historic liberties of the people. Those who desire a more humane and free Russia, religious or not, hope that Kirill鱿鱼视频app visit to Poland might prompt the Orthodox in Russia to move in that direction too.
The patriarch of the 鱿鱼视频app Orthodox Church 鈥� Kirill 鈥� was likely happy to be away from Moscow for the sentencing of the protesters for 鈥渉ooliganism.鈥� He was in Poland for a historic meeting, one that might hold great promise for the future of 21st-century Christian unity. That was the most important story last week.
The patriarch of the 鱿鱼视频app Orthodox Church is the single most important figure for Christian unity. The Roman Catholic Church has been ready for closer, even full, unity with the Orthodox Church for more than a generation. And that is the only prospect for Christian unity. Unity with the Anglican Communion is no longer an option; the next archbishop of Canterbury鱿鱼视频app principal task will be to preside over the peaceful dissolution of that Christian communion, not to deepen stronger ties with Catholics or Orthodox Christians.
Kirill is not the head of Orthodoxy. That office belongs to the Ecumenical Patriarch in Constantinople (Istanbul), but he has been reduced to a largely ceremonial role. His flock is only a few thousand souls, and the Turkish government has so strangled his religious liberty that he can barely function as bishop of his own city, let alone the global head of Orthodoxy.
That leaves the patriarch of Moscow and All Russia as the leader of the majority of Orthodox Christians in the world.
The Pussy Riot story was about how Kirill is managing the patriarchate鱿鱼视频app relationship with the Kremlin. His explicit support of Putin makes many wary, worried that Kirill intends to make the Orthodox Church the long arm of the Kremlin in exchange for privileges from the state. Relations between the Orthodox Church and the czar, then with the communist state, have a long and tortured history. The question facing Kirill is whether the Orthodox Church will defend liberty, including religious liberty, or prefer to reconstruct an altar-and-throne arrangement with Putin as Russia鱿鱼视频app de facto king.
The visit to Poland was about how Kirill will position the Orthodox in relation to the Catholic world, and whether he will resist or support Putin鱿鱼视频app attempts to recreate the old Soviet empire by establishing a 鱿鱼视频app sphere of influence that will include Ukraine certainly, and perhaps aspires to move westward toward Poland.
The signs from this visit were promising. It was the first visit of the patriarch of Moscow to Poland, which alone made it an historic moment. He came at the invitation of the local Orthodox Church in Warsaw, but in visiting the largest Slavic Catholic nation, the critical meetings were with the leadership of the Catholic Church.
The highlight of the visit was the joint signing of an appeal for reconciliation between 鱿鱼视频apps and Poles, who throughout history have had hostile relations. Russia鱿鱼视频app role in the dismemberment of Poland in 1795, and again in 1939 in complicity with the Nazis, is not forgotten by Poles, the majority of whom regard 鱿鱼视频apps with suspicion. 鈥淲e appeal to our followers and ask them to pray in order to be forgiven for their wrongdoings, injustice and all the ill deeds they inflicted upon one another over the centuries,鈥� states the joint appeal, entrusting to the Mother of God this work of mercy. Kirill and the head of the Polish bishops鈥� conference exchanged icons of the Blessed Mother as a sign of Christian charity and common Slavic spirituality.
The meeting of fellow Slavic Christians ought not to be so unusual, but it is. The hope is that Kirill鱿鱼视频app visit to the Catholics of Poland signals a willingness for a more fraternal relationship with Catholics, both in Russia and abroad. Blessed John Paul II repeatedly desired to meet the patriarch and to visit Russia, but Kirill鱿鱼视频app predecessors refused permission. A meeting of the Pope and Patriarch remains unlikely today, but might be arranged before long.
The Polish visit may bear other fruit. The centuries-long model in Russia has been for the Church to seek amenable arrangements with the state. The Polish Church learned, under more than 150 years of brutal foreign occupation and persecution, to align itself not with the state, but with the historic liberties of the people. Those who desire a more humane and free Russia, religious or not, hope that Kirill鱿鱼视频app visit to Poland might prompt the Orthodox in Russia to move in that direction too.
What would you do with 30 minutes to live?
Preparing to land recently at Yellowknife airport in a five-seat jet, I suddenly heard the pilot in front of me utter a four-letter word that begins with the letter 鈥淪.鈥�
One of the three wheels on the aircraft refused to lock into position for landing. On the cockpit鱿鱼视频app digital control panel we could all see two green dots for the good wheels and a black-and-yellow square for the bad one.
The pilot, talking to air traffic control, flew down to within 150 feet of the ground so emergency workers with binoculars could assess the problem. Over the radio, we heard confirmation the wheel was not down.
The pilot took the aircraft up a couple thousand feet and rocked it around trying to get the wheel to drop. When that failed, he returned to his checklist. All the while, I could hear air traffic control over the radio assembling more and more emergency workers, ordering them into position along the runway.
The magnitude of the situation really sunk in when air traffic control asked if there were any dangerous goods on board. It didn鈥檛 take a genius to know that emergency workers were thinking about possible explosions beyond the fuel in the wings if we landed on two wheels and careened down the runway out of control.
鈥淣egative, four passengers on board and no dangerous goods,鈥� replied the pilot. (He was calm on the outside but later admitted to being 鈥渉ighly stressed.鈥�) Regardless, the airport general manager ordered all emergency workers back 100 metres from the runway, just in case.
Simply by writing this, I have taken the drama out of the ending. We survived. After 30 minutes, the last emergency measure worked: the pilot manually pulled a lever that locked the wheel in place. (It was truly the last resort, I was told later.)
It was an eerie feeling listening to the radio chatter, seeing the flashing lights on the ground and watching the pilot feverishly work. I thought about many things over those 30 minutes. My first thought was to keep quiet so as not to distract the pilot. If he needed something from me, he would ask and I would do what I could. I did not experience the proverbial 鈥渓ife flashing before my eyes.鈥� But I did get a brief sensation of being at my own funeral and seeing my wife and two children sitting there.
But I snapped out of that and said to myself: 鈥淛esus, it doesn鈥檛 feel like this is the time for me to meet you. But if it is, so be it.鈥� (Maybe I was being presumptuous about me meeting Him. I hope not.)
Then I prayed and said many Hail Marys and Our Fathers in my head. I actually imagined Robert Redford saying Hail Marys in the classic World War II movie A Bridge Too Far as he paddled across a river against a hail of bullets. It sounds silly, but it helped.
Then, I focused on my wife and two children and whether I would see them again. I remembered my mother鱿鱼视频app early death to cancer and how she missed my wedding and ever knowing my children. For several minutes, all I could think about was what I was about to miss. Hugs. Graduations. First jobs. Weddings. Growing old with my wife. Grandchildren.
But then I stopped thinking about what I would miss and focused only on how I was going to live, regardless if that wheel came down or not. I started mapping out how I was going to brace myself at impact and get the emergency door open.
Luckily, shortly after this, the wheel did come down and we landed safely.
Over the ensuing hours, safely in bed, I thought more about the things I didn鈥檛 think about during those 30 minutes. I didn鈥檛 think about work. I didn鈥檛 think about money or possessions. I didn鈥檛 think about my mistakes in life. I didn鈥檛 even think about golf or hockey, what I have always thought of as passions in my life.
But I did think about my wife and children. And I thought about the time I鈥檝e wasted with things that do not matter when it comes to people who do matter.
I also had an odd thought: I鈥檓 glad it happened. Easy to say that now, after things worked out, you say. And you鈥檙e probably right. But it was an incredibly exhilarating life experience that taught me a lesson about what really matters.
One of the three wheels on the aircraft refused to lock into position for landing. On the cockpit鱿鱼视频app digital control panel we could all see two green dots for the good wheels and a black-and-yellow square for the bad one.
The pilot, talking to air traffic control, flew down to within 150 feet of the ground so emergency workers with binoculars could assess the problem. Over the radio, we heard confirmation the wheel was not down.
The pilot took the aircraft up a couple thousand feet and rocked it around trying to get the wheel to drop. When that failed, he returned to his checklist. All the while, I could hear air traffic control over the radio assembling more and more emergency workers, ordering them into position along the runway.
The magnitude of the situation really sunk in when air traffic control asked if there were any dangerous goods on board. It didn鈥檛 take a genius to know that emergency workers were thinking about possible explosions beyond the fuel in the wings if we landed on two wheels and careened down the runway out of control.
鈥淣egative, four passengers on board and no dangerous goods,鈥� replied the pilot. (He was calm on the outside but later admitted to being 鈥渉ighly stressed.鈥�) Regardless, the airport general manager ordered all emergency workers back 100 metres from the runway, just in case.
Simply by writing this, I have taken the drama out of the ending. We survived. After 30 minutes, the last emergency measure worked: the pilot manually pulled a lever that locked the wheel in place. (It was truly the last resort, I was told later.)
It was an eerie feeling listening to the radio chatter, seeing the flashing lights on the ground and watching the pilot feverishly work. I thought about many things over those 30 minutes. My first thought was to keep quiet so as not to distract the pilot. If he needed something from me, he would ask and I would do what I could. I did not experience the proverbial 鈥渓ife flashing before my eyes.鈥� But I did get a brief sensation of being at my own funeral and seeing my wife and two children sitting there.
But I snapped out of that and said to myself: 鈥淛esus, it doesn鈥檛 feel like this is the time for me to meet you. But if it is, so be it.鈥� (Maybe I was being presumptuous about me meeting Him. I hope not.)
Then I prayed and said many Hail Marys and Our Fathers in my head. I actually imagined Robert Redford saying Hail Marys in the classic World War II movie A Bridge Too Far as he paddled across a river against a hail of bullets. It sounds silly, but it helped.
Then, I focused on my wife and two children and whether I would see them again. I remembered my mother鱿鱼视频app early death to cancer and how she missed my wedding and ever knowing my children. For several minutes, all I could think about was what I was about to miss. Hugs. Graduations. First jobs. Weddings. Growing old with my wife. Grandchildren.
But then I stopped thinking about what I would miss and focused only on how I was going to live, regardless if that wheel came down or not. I started mapping out how I was going to brace myself at impact and get the emergency door open.
Luckily, shortly after this, the wheel did come down and we landed safely.
Over the ensuing hours, safely in bed, I thought more about the things I didn鈥檛 think about during those 30 minutes. I didn鈥檛 think about work. I didn鈥檛 think about money or possessions. I didn鈥檛 think about my mistakes in life. I didn鈥檛 even think about golf or hockey, what I have always thought of as passions in my life.
But I did think about my wife and children. And I thought about the time I鈥檝e wasted with things that do not matter when it comes to people who do matter.
I also had an odd thought: I鈥檓 glad it happened. Easy to say that now, after things worked out, you say. And you鈥檙e probably right. But it was an incredibly exhilarating life experience that taught me a lesson about what really matters.
- By Robert Brehl