The Golden Calf has been remade

I overheard part of a conversation today between 2 young men having a couple of beers and attempting to solve the problems of the world. (Well do I remember those days!) I heard one of them opine: "I wish there was some way that we could combine the best parts of socialism, like taking care of other people, and the respect for individual liberty, like libertarianism!" I thought to myself that way already exists. It's existed for 2000 years. It's called Christianity! 

It reminds me just how far secularism and political ideology have become entrenched in our culture and how marginalized Christianity had become. Political ideology seems to have become the golden calf today, replacing faith in the one, true God, with man made artifacts.

The golden calf was in today's reading from Exodus at Mass. As I was listening to this passage being read (Ex 33:7-11; 34:5b-9, 28) I couldn't help but be struck by the parallels that I see in our world today. A short time after Moses left the Israelites to go on the mountain to pray, they forgot all about God saving them from the Egyptians by the parting of the Red Sea. Instead of being grateful, they became resentful for having to leave their nice safe life as slaves. God's promise to them to lead them to the Promised land was forgotten. Having to endure a journey of hardship (punctuated by a few miracles to remind them the Almighty God was watching over them) they became angry and resentful and turned to the things of man instead of being faithful to God.

Doesn't this parallel our own journey as mankind since the Death, Resurrection and Ascension of Jesus? Jesus saved us from the slavery of death and promised us eternal life with him. He showed us the Way to eternal life. Not necessarily an easy journey but He would remain with us, to watch over us, guide us and show us miracles, such as the Eucharist, to remind us He was still with us in the Holy Spirit. At the end of our journey: Paradise! Eternal life with Him!

The secularism, modernism, humanism and moral relativism that pervade so much of our society today, coupled with the marginalization and even outright anger and hatred for all things Christian and pertaining to God seem to be a re-creation of the events in Exodus. People have once again turned their backs on God. They speak of Jesus with scorn and hatred.

There is yet Hope. I feel a growing wave of evangelization coming from the church. A distilization and coalescing of the true Body of Christ is happening. A line between those faithful to Christ, His holy Church and His chosen Apostle, Pope Benedict, and those who would have a more "modern" church and faith becomes clearer to me every day. The new media is rapidly becoming a gathering place for the faithful to spread the Gospel and to communicate and support each other. 

We pray for all those who have lost their way. I include them in my nightly rosary. I also pray for those who have kept the faith and in whom I see the light of Jesus Christ burning brightly. I have Hope and Faith and Love. Yet, I recall several years back that I had the distinct feeling Jesus was telling me that it was time to decide. No more sitting on the fence and being a part time Catholic. That He needed Apostles again. That there will be martyrs again. 

It's getting a bit late and I need to wrap this up, say my prayers and get off to bed. This blog feels unfinished and scattered somehow. Like I've only scratched the surface of a great many things. I'm afraid I'll have to leave it this way for now. 

May our Lord, Jesus Christ, be generous in his blessings and shed abundant grace on all.

Drop kick the evil one!

Yesterday, in an intense spurt of sarcasm, I commented on a post by Patrick Madrid regarding a website he found that advertised that you! could help Jesus choose future YouTube topics. For a fee, of course. In my cracking wise, I was offering the secrets to certain Angelic wrestling tactics like the one St Michael used to banish the evil one from heaven. This morning, I ran across this picture from NASA of an unknown object striking Jupiter. Well, my slowly waking brain made the connection between the two (drop kick the evil one plus object hitting Jupiter) and presented me with a rather nice thought this morning. Perhaps one too many Looney Tunes in my formative years! Here's proof that the prayer to St Michael is efficacious!

Time to pray the Angelus. I think I'll add the prayer to St Michael this morning!

Edit 7-25-2009: Added a better picture from Hubble.

The Miracle at Cana

The last several times I've been praying the Luminous mysteries of the rosary, the miracle at the wedding at Cana has been playing a central role. My usual thoughts and contemplations on this mystery have usually centered on Mary's words to the servants: "Do whatever He tells you."

These are the words that first took on real meaning to me as I was beginning my search for a deeper meaning and practice of my faith following my reversion conversion. I had been asked to join the RCIA team at my parish after sponsoring a friend the previous year. It was being a member of this group that showed me how little I truly remembered of the faith from my catholic school upbringing. My poor catechesis, that is the lack of a solid foundation for my faith, would become apparent as I struggled to answer questions. I began to search for help in learning more about the fundamentals of the faith. I had been hearing about an Archbishop Burke, who was saying catholics in public office should be denied Holy Communion if they are not practicing their faith in their public life. This orthodox stance really grabbed my heart. Here was a man willing to stand up for the Truth! The Holy Spirit led me to a site (www.Mariancatechist.com) for Marian Catechists. They offered a self study course that seemed perfect for me. The material was written by Fr. John Hardon, who, along with Archbishop Burke, founded the Marian Catechists. It was within this material that the words, "Do whatever He tells you." found fertile soil in my heart.

A deeper meaning of these words has begun to unfold for me lately. While the guests and wedding party were certainly the ultimate recipients of the miracle Jesus performed when He changed the water into wine, who were the true witnesses? The servants! It was they who our Lord instructed to fill the jugs with water (likely grumbling about having to fetch so much water!). It was the servants who would have absoloutely no doubt that what they fetched was indeed water. And it was the servants who would have been the most credible witnesses of the actual miracle of turning the water into wine. So it was these servants who would have been the first to spread the news of this miracle. 

As I ponder this revelation, I am astounded anew at several levels. Jesus, being perfect in all that He did in His human life, was the perfect teacher. Not just in what He said but what He did. His every action was a teaching moment. In displaying His Divinity in this manner, was He not revealing what the true role of what a catechist and evangelist should be, i.e. that of a servant? Was He not also revealing that the lowest would be the first to spread His Word and thus elevated? And did not our Lord, knowing full well who He was first revealing Himself to, also know that the servants would spread this news primarily to other servants? Does it not reveal to us who are called to preach and teach about Jesus that we must be first and foremost servants?

I've just begun to contemplate the incredible implications of this revelation and realize the depths of this one act. This is yet another onion with an abundant number of layers to be peeled in contemplation of Jesus' Divine teachings. You may want to consider this next Thursday when you pray the Luminous mysteries.

Jesus, I love you and trust you.

Jesus, I love you and trust you.

Jesus, I love you and trust you.

Jesus, please help me to love you and trust you more.

Amen.

Same sex marriage follow up

Since I posted my blog on same sex marriage, I've been waiting for a response. What I posted here was from my Live Journal account. I have 2 friends who decided to comment on my post there, both of whom seemed to be in favor of allowing same sex marriage. I have a comfortable enough relationship with both of them to be able to engage in a dialogue about some of these issues without any name calling or irrational hystrionics that appear in some blogs. One thing has me puzzled, however. Now, I must describe both of these friends as highly intelligent, well educated individuals, able to craft and develop viewpoints and to defend same. What I find curious in this instance, however, was their lack of response to my response.

I crafted what I believe to be a well reasoned response to their questions, also couched in a respectful manner, laying out my reasoning behind my position on this issue. The silence is deafening. I would have thought that either one, or both, would have at least responded with some reply as I was only responding to their questions. Yet neither replied. A month has now passed so I think it's reasonable to assume that no response will be forthcoming. While I'd like to think that my reasoning was so amazingly compelling as to have completely addressed and silenced any objection they might raise, my realistic streak won't let me get away with that one. It's most likely an out of sight, out of mind thing. Yet, it still bothers me.

If this issue, same sex marriage, were so compelling that they felt the need to engage in a dialogue, or at the very least challenge my position, initially, why not respond with whatever they consider their version of a reasonable argument in favor? Is it because there really isn't any "reasonable" response, only an "emotional" one? Is it because, once you ask people to delve deeper into their personal convictions, it turns out that they find their convictions are no thicker than a sound bite and are not really backed up with a solid argument?  Has moral relativism truly become so pervasive so as to blind otherwise incredibly intelligent people to actual moral principles? I truly don't know. I pray for them. It's all I can do, I think.