Some, if not many (and hopefully most) of you may have heard the term Cor Christi floating around the parish for the last year or so. In fact, I believe there is even an insert in this very bulletin promoting it as a classical liberal arts school for middle school age students. The question that generally follows the reading of such a pamphlet is, “what are the liberal arts?” When most people here the term “liberal arts” they instantly begin to think in social and political terms. If it is a Catholic liberal arts school then they are probably promoting married priests, ordination of women, homosexual marriage, etc. People here the word “liberal” and automatically assign it all our modern understanding of a liberal agenda, a liberal politician, or liberal values. All this liberalism then has to be balanced out with a fair share of conservativism. Luckily, this is not the case when we discuss the liberal arts. The liberal arts are subjects like philosophy, grammar, music, astronomy, history, etc. The specific subjects are not precisely the focus or today's ranting, so I am going to leave them aside for now. The point is how this is different from a normal school, and why anyone would choose to send their child to a liberal arts academy, or choose to home school them in the liberal arts. The main difference is the primary focus. The primary focus of our modern schools is to train the youth to A) pass a test so our school looks good B) graduate high school C) get into a good college so you can get a good job and make lots of money. To this end the school system crams the heads of its students with an enormous amount of information that they will never actually use. They then tell the students that this information is vital and they will use it in their everyday life as an adult. I can honestly say that I have never had a need for calculus in my life. The teacher who told me that I was ruining my life by not taking his calculus class in high school was gravely mistaken. Nor do I frequently make use of my sex ed. (under the guise of Health) classes that crammed their contraception and anti human life drivel down my throat. For college I attended Ave Maria University, now in southern Florida which is a liberal arts school. When I was there I learned a few things that actually made a difference in the kind of person I was and who I wanted to be. I learned that I was not the center of the universe, and that rather than just going out and doing whatever I wanted with my life, maybe I should ask my creator what he made me for. I learned about philosophy, logic and literature. I didn’t learn how to pass a test, I learned how to think. I learned of the existence of a true and objective goodness, and I dedicated my life to its pursuit. I learned that no matter how well you can argue, sin is still wrong; no matter how good it might feel. I learned what true love is really all about. The liberal arts were not just there to form my mind, but to form my heart and my life as well. To not only live a life of virtue, but to have desire to live it; to make Heaven my ultimate goal, not an amazing 401k. Now is this saying that those who choose to study the liberal arts are going to die poor or will have no career options? Not at all, rather that the liberal arts teach you how to think, not necessarily what to think; and there are always plenty of great opportunities out there for those who are able to truly engage their minds. If nothing else, a classical liberal arts education before you go to college leaves you open to move ahead in any career field you might choose. You might be a great philosopher, like Plato, Aristotle or Socrates. You might be the next doctor of the Church, like St. Augustine or St. Jerome. You might conquer the world like Alexander the Great, or lead a revolution to throw off the chains or tyranny and write the greatest constitution the world has ever seen, like our founding fathers. From tyrannical dictator to benevolent ruler to Saint of the Church, one thing they all had in common was the liberal arts. Think about it.
Because if you are going to be a minion, be a minion for Christ. A minion doesn't seek to serve his own needs or follow his own way. He is there for the master, and nothing else.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Good stuff from Bad Catholic
I really enjoy catching the thoughts of Marc over at his Bad Catholic blog. The other day he had a great quote from C.S. Lewis and some thoughts to go with it that I thought were especially worth sharing.
When is Jesus like a bicycle?
I have seen the new Alice in Wonderland movie and read the book, and one of my favorite nonsensical lines/riddles was when the hatter asks "when is a raven like a writing desk?" I don't really have an answer, but that riddle has always floated around in my head for some strange reason. But on to other things only slightly related. Have you ever noticed those “see bicycles” bumper stickers on people’s cars? I know I have, and as someone who rides their bike to work now that the weather is nice I really appreciate them. They help call attention to the fact that cars aren’t the only vehicles who are supposed to be using our nations road system. Bicycles can slip into a drivers blind spot, even when they are close attention. When a driver is not paying close attention they are almost impossible to see. We get into a hurry for a variety of reasons and before we know it we are slamming on our brakes and muttering things under our breath because we almost hit someone on a bicycle. Thus there are a growing number of cyclists (and others) who put bumper stickers on their vehicles to remind the world to “see bicycles.” As I sat in traffic behind just a person the other day, I couldn’t help but contemplate the similarities between Jesus and bicyclists/bicycles. The biggest similarity was pointed out to me by the bumper sticker. The sticker says “see bicycles,” I say “see Jesus.” I don’t say to be cheesy, but to be realistic. In the same way that many drivers overlook bicycles because they are in a hurry or the cyclist blends in with the background, we miss seeing Jesus, especially in other people. We get in a hurry or we are too focused on doing our own thing that we forget to see Jesus in our brothers and sisters that we see and meet every day on the street. Seeing Jesus doesn’t mean that we just take it for granted that Jesus is there in everyone we meet, it means that we also recognize him and treat him appropriately. What about recognizing him in the people we don’t meet, but that our actions have an effect on. When we see a piece of garbage sitting on the ground or a stack of clothes in the dressing room at a department store, do we ever stop to help pick it up? It is the small acts of kindness done with great love that can truly make the difference in the world around us. We don’t need to go on a mission trip to Africa or south America to help the poor. We can do it right here. We can start by helping the spiritually poor who feel like they have nothing to live for. We can start by showing that we are not afraid to engage the world not just with our words, but with our actions. With simply loving our neighbor. By seeing Christ in all his children. As the school year winds down over here on the western half of the country and we progress on into summer vacation, I would challenge us all to consider also how we choose to dress when we go up for a weekend on the lake or hang out down on the river. Modesty means not only recognizing Christ in others, but also in ourselves.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Why I don't want to "do" the God thing
As Memorial Day weekend (or almost any three day weekend) approached last month, I was inevitably asked by at least one person that I didn't really know whether or not I had any big plans for the weekend. Since I lack both the money and the desire to go spend the weekend up at lake Chelan half the residents of the State of Washington, I told them that outside of going to mass on Sunday and spending some time with my family that I was pretty much free. This is apparently the secret code phrase for "I am a socially inept religious nut job who must be responded to in some way and then avoided at all costs." The usual response from someone who doesn't really know what to say to the fact that you have planned ahead to go to church is a polite "oh, that sounds very relaxing" coupled with a fake and slightly panicked smile as they look around for the nearest emergency exit. Some of the slightly more serious disciples of atheistic relativism like to say things like "Oh, I don't really do the God thing" but these usually get a suddenly sheepish look about them, as if they know they really should but the terrible inconvenience it has on their weekend plans is just too much to be overcome. The kind of look that says, "I would never tell my mother, but just between you and me..." The last time I heard someone say "I don't really do the God thing" it got me thinking and I decided that I don’t do it either. When I think of someone doing the God thing it all sounds very external. It is kind of like saying “I don’t shop at Safeway” or “I only wear red shirts.” It has very little to do with who we are, only our periodic external actions. People who do the God thing put on their Christian hat on Sunday (or maybe it is more of a suit and tie vs. a hat) and then on Monday morning they put away the Christian hat and put on the work hat. There is a different hat for every occasion in their lives, and the God hat is only one of them. While this is not precisely an evil thing, it is not really a good thing either. The first commandment tells us that we shall have no other god’s before our God. When we just do the God thing and treat him like just one more option among many, like picking out which shirt to wear or what shoes best match our mood on any given morning. God doesn’t want to be just another option; in fact He isn’t really an option at all. He is something else entirely. Rather than thinking about it in terms of doing the God thing, we should look at it as all-encompassing lifelong commitment. We need to be like one of those sports fans who never stops thinking about their sport (I will pick on football). You know the kind I am talking about. The kind of fan who put the fan in the word fanatic. They eat, sleep and breathe football. You see them in stands of a Packers game in the midst of the snow and the sleet with their shirts off, shaking their overly large green and yellow painted bellies. They are constantly keeping an eye on their favorite team, no matter what. They never miss a game, and even in the off season they are talking about potential trades and match-ups. Football is not just something they do; it permeates the very fiber of their being. They “sweat green and blue.” They function day to day as normal individuals, but at the drop of a hat or a partially heard conversation they are ready to talk or argue football with just about anyone. This is how we need to live our lives for Christ. We can’t just do the God thing, we need to live the God life and we need to do so with all the terrifying enthusiasm of a rabid NFL fan.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Wow
If Steven Colbert is proud to teach Sunday School, so am I. I know the video is a bit old (2008 I believe) but the timeless truths are still just as timeless. I don't recall learning anywhere that Lucifer disobeyed God because he was told he had to obey man. Does anyone know where that reference/theory may have come from?
http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/149094/february-11-2008/philip-zimbardo
http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/149094/february-11-2008/philip-zimbardo
Friday, May 20, 2011
The amazing Stephen Hawking claims not to be afraid of the dark, unlike me.
For those of you who missed it, the extremely intelligent British physicist Stephen Hawking pointed out last week that “A belief that Heaven or an afterlife awaits us is a ‘fairy story’ for people afraid of death.” He also said, “I regard the human brain as a computer which will stop working when its components fail. There is no heaven or afterlife for broken down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark” What I find particularly odd is how many people are giving credence to Dr. Hawking’s silly opinions. Let’s do a quick fact check.
1. Is Stephen Hawking a Catholic? No
2. Is Stephen Hawking a Christian? No
3. Is Stephen Hawking a theologian? No
4. Is Stephen Hawking a Bible scholar? No
5. Is Stephen an expert in any way, shape, or form in the worlds largest religion? No
6. Is Stephen Hawking a physicist? Yes
7. Does his area of expertise lay in a completely different field from religion? Yes, as long as heaven isn’t supposed to be on the moon or in a black hole.
You can see my problem. If I suddenly went out into the streets of Wenatchee and called a press conference to show that I had discovered a new area of theoretical physics showing how everything we have thought we have know about mathematics for the last 3000 years has actually been a big lie for people who were afraid that the earth was round and they would fall off, I would be laughed at. No one would come; no one would care. I would just be a big idiot. Everyone would know that I know absolutely nothing about physics or string theory, and they would tell me to just stick the whole “God thing” and leave science up to the scientists. Yet no one seems to question the amazing Stephen Hawking. After all, the man did redefine how we look at black holes. Obviously he must know what he is talking about with end of the world matters and the like. I draw your attention once again to my 7 point check list. Unless heaven is inside a black hole or on a different planet (or moon) then why in the world would we think Stephen Hawking is any more credible when it comes to matters of faith than I am when it comes to matters of math and physics. If this is the case, why do people allow him to affect their faith? He is not an emerging philosopher of the twenty first century, he is just a physicist. A very good physicist, but just a physicist nonetheless. I think the answer lies in his fame. For some reason we really want to believe famous people. Not only do we want to believe what they say, I think we actually want to believe IN them. We want them to represent all that is good and true and wholesome in this world. Even when they are bad, we still want to hold them up as role models in some way, shape, or form. Just have a look at the magazine rack near the checkout line next time you hit the supermarket. Everything is about celebrities and the intimate details of their lives (or sex and weight loss). We are surrounded by the media telling us what is important and who we should put our faith, and this week it was Stephen Hawking, an atheist physicist who can find no mathematical or scientific evidence for the existence of heaven. Why is this even news? Did I miss something where someone else claimed to have found heaven in a black hole and Stephen Hawking needed to smack them around? When has our faith ever been based on the opinions of physicists? Why does anyone care whether or not Steve believes in heaven? You should, because you need to pray for him.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Why we retreat
In our modern world when we hear the word “retreat” we usually think of defeat. When two armies meet on the field of battle, the won that retreats is generally looked at as the loser. What we often forget, however, is that no single battle decides an entire war. The same can be said for our spiritual battle. At times the best thing we can do when we are tired and worn out from fighting the good fight is to pull back and regroup, retreat. As a man I think there is something especially challenging about this idea of a retreat. I somehow see it as a direct affront to my macho self-image. I prefer the idea that I am unstoppable, unbeatable, and generally all around awesome. I don’t need to retreat because nothing could ever stand against me. When reality sinks in (as it usually does) I realize that nothing could be farther from the truth. I do need help. I need to retreat. I need to pull back and make sure that I haven’t allowed my ego to balloon up and obscure my relationship with God. I recently had just such an experience, and it wasn’t even planned. I took some time off to attend a wedding in St. Louis and while I was there a number of different things happened in my life. I had the opportunity to visit several amazing churches, one of which was the Cathedral Basilica of St. Louis. While I was there, I was reminded of several things that somehow, somewhere along the line I had forgotten; things that made me extremely proud to be Catholic. One of which was how seriously Catholics take liturgy and worship. I love my protestant brothers and sisters, but they have really missed the boat on this one. While I have seen some of their churches that I would call pretty, I have yet to see one that is jaw dropping, eye bulgingly beautiful. The kind of place where as soon as you walk in the door you just want to fall to your knees because you know you are in the presence of God. You know beyond a shadow of a doubt that this place is sacred. The statues, the mosaics, the altar, the domed ceiling, everything screams worship, and it gave me some food for thought. Jesus Christ wasn’t any more present in a fancy basilica than He is here in St. Joseph’s. The Eucharist is the Eucharist, no matter where we go or what we are doing. It doesn’t matter if the sermon is good or bad, the music is chant or contemporary, and the language is English, Spanish, or Latin. Jesus is still Jesus, and that is what is important. I was glad for the opportunity to step back and experience a side of Catholicism that I rarely see anymore. The more formal side that sends shivers up my spine. It made me think of how we get to participate in something that has been going on for thousands of years. The mosaics of the Saints of old preaching the Gospel and frequently laying down their lives for their convictions left me feeling very inadequate. It made me stop and really think about whether or not I am really giving my all for the kingdom of God. When I got back to Wenatchee I felt extremely refreshed and ready to enter into the battle once again. A retreat isn’t a sign of defeat, only a sign that we are all weak and in need of God’s mercy and strength.
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