True, so true

“Rudeness has nearly become the rule, rather than the exception, on the Internet. Blogs, forums, e-mails, and comment sections are hothouses for the unedited savagery of the miscreant, the coward, and the Pharisee. Yet it is the place where we have chosen to speak with a Catholic voice. As Archbishop Chaput has said of his own reaction to hateful e-mails: ‘The Lord reminds us that we are sheep among wolves, but it’s important for us not to become wolves ourselves because of our experience.'”

-Deal Hudson, The Right is Mean, The Left is Foul

T.S. Eliot

Fr. Z’s listening to T.S. Eliot on LP, so I thought I would mention that we have at the house here a 2 record set of Murder in the Cathedral performed in the 1970s. I followed along by borrowing the play in book form from the library and listened to it last year. That is really quite an amazing play — radically different from the movie Becket, and quite a work of psychological, philosophical, and theological drama. This is one play I would recommend reading, or, if you happen to have the interest and the money, buying used LPs of.

A few other gems in our “spoken word” LP collection:

Short Stories of O’Henry (This is a 16 2/3 LP set, but I don’t have that speed. I was able to transfer the LPs to audio files at 33 1/3 with Audacity and then just cut the speed in half. It worked perfectly.)

The Family Reunion — T.S. Eliot play

Coriolanus — Shakespeare play

Life in Steubenville

Well, I must admit that things have been busy and they are going to get even more busy. But I’m not worried about updating this blog because it doesn’t get much traffic.

The link below to Faith of Our Fathers is worth reading. The book is quite straightforward. Certainly it is dated here and there, but it has lots of clear thinking, and that’s a rarity these days.

Entertainment

Once there was a king who liked to be entertained every night. He would call in a comedian with his troupe and they would perform for an hour. If he liked them, he would keep them and have them perform regularly.

He also liked serious drama, and every night he would have a play performed for him. If he liked the play, he would ask for a similar story with some of the same characters to be performed regularly.

Sometimes he liked to be entertained by mysteries. Other actors would perform plays of mystery stories, which the king often found quite fascinating.

Finally, toward the end of the evening, the king would have the town crier come and give him the news of the day. He might call for another comedian to come and end his night with some laughs, or he might just retire for the night.

This sounds rather extreme, but it is the sort of thing that TV produced. Society went from people who could read and play music themselves to be entertained to the luxury of kings (sort of).

Radio basically allowed us to have professionals read to us and talk to us, and even act out (by voice) stories, but it still required the imagination to be active and, like reading a book, to put together the scene in our minds. It had some elements of the king’s situation, but not all. TV allowed the viewer to simply sit and be entertained, which is far more like the situation of the king.

Now, I can select an episode of “MacGyver” (or any of a host of other TV shows) on the Internet, and sit and watch it “on demand” (with commercials, of course). If I have the money I can even buy DVDs and not have to worry about commercials. This provides a range that would not have been possible for the king.

The original sense of “entertain” is basically to hold (a group of people) together, or at least to keep a guest “held together,” i.e. maintaining the guest’s interest. Now, like the king, we seek out forms of entertainment to see if they will hold our interest, and then keep what we like and discard the others.

Now, the question is, do you feel that the privilege of a king is yours by right? Do you require what the king did, or even more? And what will be enough?

The answer is quite simple: in reality, we can never be entertained enough if we seek it out as the most important thing, but if we seek it occasionally, and in moderation, then we can get enough entertainment.

Lent

This is one cold and snowy Lent here in Ohio–a penitential time. One of the local TV stations has the “Snowbird” report, which is a listing of cancellations. The “Snowbird” has been flying a lot lately. I imagine many young people are happy about that.

Archbishop of Canterbury on something

I’m just so amazed at this paragraph, I have to put it on my blog:

“The first point is what we heard concerning mechanisms of exclusion. That is a very unpleasant term, and I agree with those who said that they feel that discomfort and that unpleasantness in it. Behind it lies the very difficult but I think unavoidable question ‘Are there limits plurality infinitely extendable?’ Put in those terms I doubt whether we would any of us say that they were, but our problem in the Communion is that there are some things we know we can disagree about and that some things we don’t quite know that we can disagree about. I’m tempted to quote Donald Rumsfeld wasn’t it on ‘known unknowns’ and ‘unknown unknowns’ and all that so on; but I think it would be a dangerous assumption that there are no areas where that question doesn’t arise, the question of limits.” – Anglican Archbishop of Canterbury

Wow. That is just so amazing. I think I have some idea of what he means, but I’m not sure. This is ambiguity at its, um, greatest zenith?

I think he is trying to say that there are bound to be some limits to what can be accepted in the Anglican Communion. It doesn’t seem, however, that he can get much of a consensus as to what those limits are. The fact that he has to walk on eggshells to talk about the very idea of “limits” does not bode well for any sort of “official teaching” of the Anglican Communion. The only absolute left is relativity, and where is Jesus in all this?

Jesus, I trust in You!
Thanks be to God for Mary Immaculate.
Anglicans, come to the Church Christ founded!

A Poem (most definitely not by me)

The Ancient Of Days
G. K. Chesterton

A child sits in a sunny place,
Too happy for a smile,
And plays through one long holiday
With balls to roll and pile;
A painted wind-mill by his side
Runs like a merry tune,
But the sails are the four great winds of heaven,
And the balls are the sun and moon.

A staring doll’s-house shows to him
Green floors and starry rafter,
And many-coloured graven dolls
Live for his lonely laughter.
The dolls have crowns and aureoles,
Helmets and horns and wings.
For they are the saints and seraphim,
The prophets and the kings.

Vacation

I’m taking a little vacation in Wisconsin. It is rather cold and snowy, which makes me less interested in traveling anywhere while on vacation.

The March for Life seemed to draw a rather large number of people. I read that some thought it was the largest March ever, and suggested the number to be 225,000. Although that might be a generous number, it appeared to me that the March attracted many, many groups of people from across the United States, and was probably the largest I have seen since I first participated in 1996. I would easily put it at over 100,000. I’m not sure why the March was so large–perhaps there is a bit more of an awakening to the seriousness of life issues. The exact reasons are not as important as the simple fact that the March is growing.