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Sunday, April 19, 2015

Okay. I think I now know why men don't go to Mass...



The Gather Hymnal.

Horrible songs/music, bad singers, piano bar style piano, and the happy organ...

I apologize, but the thought just came to mind while I was at Mass.  I didn't 'entertain' it though.  The thought was like a flash of light, saying, "Terry!  This is it!"   Every weekend it's the same hymnal, same songs, same shrill voices singing from the throat.  I'm not complaining for myself, because I can normally tune it out, but this week, I think it came to mind due to the recent discussions online as to why men don't go to Mass.

Just as the happy organ began to play the recessional ... it dawned on me ...

I have no idea what hymn/song it was... but parts of it reminded me of this:


Sunday, October 20, 2013

Transgendered saints ...



Kind of.

The issue of a transgendered nun came up in a small corner of Blogwarts last week, which reminded me of a few saints stories.  It's very possible there is some precedent for the curious case of a transgendered woman becoming a nun.  Kinda.

First of all, the man discussed extensively yesterday here, went through sexual reassignment procedures and lived as a woman, formed a pious association of the faithful with another woman and intended to live as a consecrated woman.  This after abjuring his former way of life - or something to that effect.  The aspiring religious found approval, but a devout lay woman, concerned about scandal, appealed to the Vatican and the nascent  little community was disbanded.  It's over and done with, the poor transgendered person cast out onto the existential periphery.

Nevertheless, the revival of the story reminded me once again that stranger things have happened, that the road to salvation, the way of holiness is indeed open to all.  Even transgender persons.  Recall, if you will, what Jesus said in the Gospel when speaking of celibacy, how some men were made eunuchs by men, while some were from birth, and so on.  Likewise, it was to a eunuch the Apostle Philip was sent and baptized in Acts.  As far as I know, eunuchs were not transvestites, neither were they made so with the intention of becoming a woman, but their condition was not an impediment to conversion.

Make of that what you want, but there is evidence in history that women posed as men to enter religious communities.  I doubt anyone way back when would have been so foolish as to want to be a woman - women had no rights or freedoms in those days.  It used to be good to be a man - before American entertainment media and advertising emasculated him, but I digress.

Once upon a time.
 
Long ago, there was a little girl named Marina.  Her dad wanted to be a monk but was responsible for the little girl's welfare, so he took her to live as a monk with him - disguised as a boy.  (Nature-nurture?)  The little girl-disguised-as-a-boy grew up to be disguised as a man.  After Marina's father died, she remained living as a monk - undetected by the other monks.

One day, an innkeeper's daughter became pregnant and accused Marina of fathering the child.  Marina never defended herself and was sent to do penance.  After five years of expiation, she was received back into the monastery.  Once again, the fact that she was a woman went undetected.  At her death, her sex as well as her innocence was discovered.  Today her story is regarded as simple legend by some scholars, although there are feast days set aside for her, one on February 12.  Her cult remains active in the Orthodox Church. - Adapted from Attwater, Dictionary of Saints

Then there is St. Hildegund...

There once was a very big girl named Hildegund.  The boys of the village all called her Bruno.  She loved to chop trees in the forest and play log rolling on the Danube.  She was also very pious and wanted so much to be a monk and write pretty hymns and make Liebfraumilch wine.  Hildegund was never very attractive, and a bit manish, so it wasn't at all difficult to convince the abbot of Schonau to accept her as a novice.  The monks believed she was a he until her death in 1188.  Partly edified, partly disgusted by the sight, the majority of the monks were grateful God had made them men and granted them the grace of celibacy.

Actually, I made that up - about Hildegund that is - the St. Marina story is accurate.

More seriously, the real story about Hilde:
Hildegund (died 1188) was a German woman who lived under the name Joseph disguised as a male in a monastery. She is often described as a saint (feast day April 20), though her cult has never been formally approved.

Her father, a knight of Neuss in Germany, took the 12-year-old Hildegund on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land upon her mother's death. For her protection during the voyage, he dressed her as a boy and called her Joseph. The father died on the way back, and Hildegund was robbed and abandoned in Tyre by the man charged with her protection. Still dressed as a boy, she managed to return to Germany, where she became servant to an old canon of Cologne. The two began a voyage to visit the pope, who lived in Verona at the time. Accused of being a robber and condemned to death, Hildegund was saved by undergoing the ordeal of red hot iron, only to be hanged by the true robbers' companions. She was cut down in time and survived. After having returned to Germany, she joined Schönau Abbey as a Cistercian novice. She attempted to run away two or three times and never took the vows.

She had described her adventures (though not her cross-dressing) to the monk charged with her instruction. Her true sex was discovered upon her death. An abbot of a nearby monastery wrote an account of her life in 1188, the year of her death.

Hildegund should not be confused with Saint Hildegund (c. 1130–1178), whose feast day is 6 February. - Wackipedia


So you see poodles, anyone can enter the Church, but religious life?  Maybe not so much.

The End.


 What?



  Song for this post here.

Sunday, April 07, 2013

Contact high or flashback? Just reading about psilocybin makes me feel all warm and fuzzy...




"We live in a world of insanity..."

I know you know that I used to do drugs - way, way, back when I wished that the world could be... just... like... Woodstock.  I wasn't doped up all the time of course, but I did enjoy my weekends.  Fortunately for me, my very best friends became all spiritual - but not religious - and because of peer pressure - Donna and Jim dissing me for being so low class as to continue using - I stopped.  Kind of.  I didn't do as much, and went on 'trips' by myself.  But that's another post.

Anyway.

This morning I was reading an article on how researchers are testing psilocybin, the hallucinogenic ingredient in 'magic mushrooms', to help patients with severe depression.  The problem for researchers is the drug is illegal...
David Nutt, (I know!) president of the British Neuroscience Association and professor of neuropsychopharmacology at Imperial College London, said he had been granted an ethical green light and funding for the trial, but regulations were blocking it. "We live in a world of insanity in terms of regulating drugs," Nutt told a neuroscience conference in London on Sunday.
[...]
Psilocybin - or "magic" - mushrooms grow naturally around the world and have been widely used since ancient times for religious rites and also for recreation.

Researchers in the United States have seen positive results in trials using MDMA, a pure form of the party drug ecstasy, in treating post-traumatic stress disorder.

"What we are trying to do is to tap into the reservoir of under-researched illegal drugs to see if we can find new and beneficial uses for them in people whose lives are often severely affected by illnesses such as depression," - Nutt said. - Read more here.
No doubt it would work and not only be effective, but highly desirable as well ... the whole world is depressed, right?  $$$.  Wasn't there a novel about the use of Soma?  Soma is like MDMA - yes, I experimented with that too.  Ah, too bad.  As if the world isn't prescription drugged up enough now?

My recreational use is decades past - I don't want drugs in my life.  Thanks be to God.  Years ago a priest once suggested one of the reasons my conversion experience may have been so extraordinary was that Our Lord needed to overcome the effects of the drugs.  He laughed when he said it, but only God knows.  God's love is so much greater, deeper, and lasting than anything we can do to ourselves.  And no, I was never in treatment - not that it's a bad thing, but my conversion was instantaneous, and I experienced no withdrawal from the drugs or alcohol.  Praise God. 

Praise His Divine Mercy!


Song for this post here.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Wearing the cassock... is back.

2004 in the Tyrol.


It never went out, you say?

Well, it kinda did.  Rorate Caeli has an interesting post from a document written by the oft-ignored Cardinal Siri on the disuse of the cassock (and religious habit) as well as the role it played in the decay of ecclesiastical discipline.
From an earlier era.


A Te Sacerdote 
I deem it necessary to draw attention to a problem that is becoming increasingly important: that of ecclesiastical dress. […] In fact, we are witnessing the greatest decadence in ecclesiastical dress. […]Clothes strongly condition and sometimes even forge the psychology of those who wear them. (Ecclesiastical) clothing, in fact, is a commitment at the taking of the habit, for its conservation and for its substitution. It is the first thing that is seen and the last thing that is laid aside. It is a reminder of commitment, of belonging, decorum, union, team spirit and dignity! It does this continuously. It consequently creates limits in action, calls to mind these limits incessantly, instigates the barrier of modesty, of a good name, of one’s own duties, of public resonance, and of the consequences of malicious interpretations. […]

I believe it is difficult for the ecclesiastical spirit to exist in our times, because of its characteristics, if the desire and respect for the ecclesiastical habit is absent. […] It is not only with “ecclesiastical dress” that we are concerned here, but with the cassock itself.

And let us face reality, without any fear of what can be said about it. […] Some, in order to boycott the use of the cassock or to justify giving in to the current fashion against it, affirm: “Anyway, the cassock is a liturgical garment” - with this, they want to reduce the cassock to liturgical use only. This is openly false and insidiously hypocritical! […] Frankly, it is clear that the clergyman's suit […] is not the most desirable solution. Will he who does not love his cassock be able to resist and love his service to God? Our neighbor does not substitute God! He who does not love his uniform is no soldier. […] - Continue reading here

Top photos:  I thought it might interest readers to see photos of another Cardinal and how he sometimes dressed.
Cardinal Siri would have been proud of this guy.

But maybe not this nun.
Oh sure, she's wearing the habit,
but she's playing with
scantily clad young men.