Sunday 2 December 2018

Advent 1

It's Advent, so I am in the mood for purple. I have ordered a purple tablecloth and purple candles. I have even recoloured my blog, as you can see. 

The music was extra-splendid at the Edinburgh Missa Cantata this morning. There was lots of singing in which the humble people in the pews were allowed to take part. We had the Advent Prose ("Rorate  caeli"), the Hymn of the Advent Office ("Conditor alme siderum") and the Advent hymn to Our Lady ("Alma redemptoris mater"). 

Is "Christe, redemptor omnium" for Advent, Christmas or Epiphany? Whichever one it is, I hope we get Monteverdi's this year. 

I love Advent music. When B.A. and I got home from Mass, I found a long album of Advent carols on youtube and began to wrap Christmas presents. Wrapping presents on December 2 is my all-time record for earliness. It's partly because I have to send the parcel to Canada sooner rather than later, and it's partly because I feel badly I didn't make the Christmas cake two-to-four weeks ago. I was hoping B.A. would be allowed to travel to Canada, and I didn't want to jinx it by making the cake.  Thus, there will be no proper Christmas cake this year.  I will bake every traditional thing else. 

Although the homily had nothing to do with martyrdom, I worried a lot about Audrey's assisted suicide. I read Lord of the World: I know what happens next. What happens next is that Catholics are called cruel for standing in the way of easy, painless deaths and not allowing them in our hospitals.  Then, just as I had to turn down offers of IVF almost every time I talked to doctors about my chances of having a baby, many of us are likely to be offered "medically assisted death" when we are at our weakest, most painful ebb. 

And that made me think about that lady in the Catholic religious articles shop in the US--and if you don't know the story, please don't look for it, for it is the most ghastly, grotesque, and horrid American atrocity story I've read in months, if not years. To make a horrible story short, a brave Catholic wife-and-mother looked down the barrel of a gun and decided she'd rather be shot than do what the gunman told her to do.  I hope and pray I would have her guts. 

But it might be even harder to say no to a caring nurse with the merciful needle than to a villain with a gun, which led me to my next thought: how does one train oneself to say no to the needle?

I suppose the way forward may be to not only to fast periodically so as to actually feel hungry as pain but to confront other kinds of pain, like getting up at 5 AM, doing one too many pushups every day, or learning how to do one's own outrageously complicated taxes. 

St. Ignatius of Loyola was very down on the idea of his Society overdoing it on penances, but it strikes me that penance might be a kind of training and as long as you don't do yourself a damage, it may bear fruit later. 

I have almost finished reading Peter Kwasniewski's Tradition & Sanity: Conversations & Dialogues of a Postconciliar Exile, so keep an eye out for my review. It should appear this week. 

7 comments:

  1. Rejecting the needle may be my only chance to escape eternal fire.

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    1. Don't chance it! A good sacramental confession, repeated as necessary, might be a safer route.

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  2. But it may be even more messed up "Do you want me to in crease the morphine a bit?" "..another bit" " ...".. another bit?" :(

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    1. I predict total messed-upness unless we can manage either to win THIS cultural battle or at least preserve SAFE palliative care.

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  3. I was wondering if you have any materials or references to the relation of apples and roses, and any theological reflection on Advent/Christmas carols that use these images.
    I just learned that they are of the same plant family.

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    1. Despite the title of my blog, I do not. The best I can come up with, off the top of my head, is that both Christ and His Mother have been compared both to a rose and to an apple tree. "Jesus Christ the Apple Tree" is a really lovely little hymn. Our Lady is commonly called the Mystical Rose, but today at Mass I heard or read something about her being the stem from which Jesus, the Rose, sprang.

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  4. "St. Ignatius of Loyola was very down on the idea of his Society overdoing it on penances." And the Buddha also disapproved of extreme asceticism. But both would be totally underwhelmed by the normal Catholic's feeble attempts at mortification.

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