The feet of Jesus

Before I became sick I purchased a small four volume set of books containing eighty-six sermons on the Song of Songs by 12th century monk and mystic St. Bernard of Clairvaux. After the delay of a year I recently began to read them because I love that particular book of poetry in the Bible and its spiritual allegory. In fact I love all of the Wisdom Books of the Bible. This morning I read Bernard’s sixth sermon and got lost in the imagery contained therein. The first excerpt is from his second paragraph and describes the same frustration I have a thousand years after Bernard wrote it. 

Our ancestors down through the ages experienced these ways of God repeatedly; his gifts pursued them without fail, but the benefactor’s hand was hidden. He indeed deployed his strength from one end of the earth to the other, yet ordering all things with gentleness, (1) but men remained insensitive to him. They enjoyed the largess the Lord poured out, but they failed to recognize him as the Lord of hosts, deceived by the tranquillity that shrouded his dealings with men. (2) Though they owed him their being they did not live in his presence. They lived through him, but not for him. What understanding they possessed was from him, but him they failed to understand. They were alienated, ungrateful, irrational. Their being, their life, their reason, all these they ascribed to nature, or, more foolishly still, to chance. Many again arrogantly assumed that the workings of God’s providence were the fruit of their own labor and strength. What wonders have not deceitful spirits attributed to their own powers, what wonders are attributed to the sun and moon, to the forces of earth and water, even to the handicrafts of mere mortals! Herbs, trees and the smallest and commonest of seeds were honored as gods.

The rest of the sermon I included comes several paragraphs after. In between the Bernard writes of God as pure spirit, contained in no physical body. (Coincidentally enough I read Question 3 of Aquinas’s Summa Theologica this past weekend in which he writes on God’s physical form three centuries later.) After a few paragraphs of Bernard discussing briefly the incarnation of Christ who is both spirit and flesh, I skipped ahead to what is written below. It is the imagery Bernard uses in describing the physical feet of Christ as both judgment and mercy that struck me. I meditated on this for thirty plus minutes and decided to share. Ever since God revealed to me an understanding of His mercy in my hospital bed I cannot cease to see how real a concept mercy is and has been throughout history. I was so blind. 

However, I must not omit to speak of those spiritual feet of God to which the penitent’s first kiss, understood in a spiritual sense, ought to be directed. Well do I know the inquisitive bent of your minds, that allows nothing whatever to pass without scrutiny. Nor must we disdain to consider what are those feet by which Scripture so frequently draws our attention to God. At one time he is described as standing: “We will adore in the place where his feet stood;” (3) at another time as walking: “I will dwell in the midst of them and I will walk among them;” (4) and again as running: “He exulted like a hero to run his race.” (5) If it seemed right to St Paul to describe Christ’s head in terms of the divinity,  (6) it should not seem unreasonable to us to ascribe the feet to his humanity. Let us call one of these feet mercy, the other judgment. You are familiar with these two words, they both occur together, as you remember, in several passages of Scripture. That God assumed the foot of mercy in the flesh to which he united himself, is taught in the Epistle to the Hebrews, which speaks of Christ as one who has been tempted in every way that we are, though he is without sin, that he might become merciful. (7) And the other foot that is called judgment? Does not God made man plainly point out that this also belongs to the assumed humanity where he declares: “Because he is the Son of Man the Father has appointed him supreme judge.” (8)

Still photo from The Passion of the Christ (2004).

With these two feet, therefore, so aptly united and controlled by the divine head, he who was the invisible Emmanuel is born of a woman, born a subject of the Law, (9) appears on earth and moves among men. (10) It is on these feet that, in a spiritual, invisible manner, he still goes about doing good and curing all who have fallen into the power of the devil. (11) With these very feet he finds his way into the souls of his lovers, tirelessly enlightening and searching the hearts and loins of the faithful.(12) See if these are not those legs of the Bridegroom, which the bride so magnificently praises in subsequent verses, comparing them, if I mistake not, to “alabaster columns set in sockets of pure gold”? (13) How beautiful this is, because in very truth, in the incarnate wisdom of God, signified by the gold, mercy and truth have met each other. (14) Therefore all the ways of the Lord are mercy and truth. (15)

Happy is the man then in whose soul the Lord Jesus once sets these feet of his. There are two signs by which you may recognize such a one, for he cannot but bear upon him the imprint of these divine footsteps. These signs are fear and hope, the former presenting the imprint of judgment, the latter that of mercy. Truly, the Lord takes pleasure in them that fear him, and in them that hope in his mercy, (16) for the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, (17) hope the growth of wisdom. Its perfection charity reserves to itself. If all this be true, then obviously this first kiss, given to the feet, brings forth no small fruit. But of one thing you must beware, that you do not neglect either of these feet. If, for instance, you feel deep sorrow for your sins along with the fear of the judgment, you have pressed your lips on the imprint of truth and of judgment. But if you temper that fear and sorrow with the thought of God’s goodness and the hope of obtaining his pardon, you will realize that you have also embraced the foot of his mercy. It is clearly inexpedient to kiss one without the other; a man who thinks only of the judgment will fall into the pit of despair, another who deceitfully flatters God’s mercy gives birth to a pernicious security.

I myself, however wretched I may be, have been occasionally privileged to sit at the feet of the Lord Jesus, (18) and to the extent that his merciful love allowed, have embraced with all my heart, now one, now the other, of these feet. And if, as happened at times, I should grow forgetful of his mercy, and with a stricken conscience become too deeply involved in the thought of the judgment, sooner or later I was cast down in unbelievable fear and shameful misery, enveloped in a frightful gloom out of which I cried in dismay: “Who has yet felt the full force of your fury, or learnt to fear the violence of your rage?” (19) But if on escaping from this I should cling more than was becoming to the foot of mercy, the opposite happened. I became dissipated, indifferent, negligent; lukewarm at prayer, languid at work, always on the watch for a laugh, inclined to say the wrong thing. And my interior was no steadier than my behavior. But you know what a teacher experience is; no longer of judgment alone or mercy alone, but of mercy and judgment I will sing to you, O Lord. (20) I shall never forget your precepts, (21) mercy and judgment will be the theme of my songs in the house of my pilgrimage, (22) until one day when mercy triumphs over judgment, (23) my wretchedness will cease to smart, and my heart, silent no longer, will sing to you. (24) It will be the end of sorrow.

— Bernard of Clairvaux, On the Song of Songs, Volume 1. Sermon 6. Pages 32-37. 

1. Wis 8:1
2. Wis 12:18
3. Ps 131:7
4. Ex 25:8; Lv 26:12; 2 Cor 6:16
5. Ps 18:6
6. 1 Cor 11:3
7. Heb 4:15
8. Jn 5:27
9. Gal 4:4
10. Bar 3:38
11. Acts 10:38
12. Rev 2:23
13. Song 5:15
14. Ps 84:11
15. Ps 24:10
16. Ps 146:11
17. Prov 1:7
18. Lk 10:39
19. Ps 89:11-12
20. Ps 100:1
21. Ps 118:93
22. Ps 118:54
23. Jas 2:13
24. Ps 29:13

“We submit to every demand of Love.”

Have you ever felt as if God is speaking to you? Leading you? Directing you? That He is trying to get your attention in some way by constantly bringing to your attention a subject, item or idea? This is how I’ve felt recently with regards to the Divine Liturgy – the Catholic Mass. While my work continues on studying and creating an outline about the Divine Office (more on that another time) the Mass has come to the fore. Most likely because the Divine Liturgy and the Divine Office are so closely related and fit so neatly hand in hand. It may be to awaken me from my malaise and to remind me of what I bear witness to each time I attend Mass; to shake me from complacency that may be setting in and succumbing to what Father Richard Heilman referred to as spiritual lethargy.

It could also be that God is answering the prayer that I have prayed each day for the last three weeks, brought about by my recklessly immersing myself in and internalizing the overwhelming horrors from Syria and Iraq as I prepare for my own son’s departure into the Marine Corps. Each day I pray for Fortitude, Wisdom and Hope. That has become my mantra, and I believe God is showing me where the answers await.

“I am convinced that the crisis in the Church that we are experiencing today is to a large extent due to the disintegration of the liturgy, which at times has even come to be conceived of etsi Deus non daretur (as though God were not there): in that it is a matter of indifference whether or not God exists and whether or not He speaks to us and hears us.” – Cardinal Ratzinger (Pope Benedict XVI)

Lord, grant me the gifts of Fortitude, Wisdom and Hope. Make me salt, and make me light. Let me never be indifferent to Your presence in this world and in my life. Amen.

Below are two passages about the Mass from books that I am currently reading. Or finished, as I completed my journey with Christopher late last night.

There was no indifference or complacency to be found at Iwo Jima at this Mass.

There was no indifference or complacency to be found at Iwo Jima at this Mass.

The first passage is from David Athley’s Christopher. It is from an email written to the book’s protagonist by his long-time love. She is a devout and practicing Catholic. He, while Catholic, will only attend Mass and not receive Communion. Somewhat of a mystic, he refuses because he recognizes Holy Communion for what it is, and is not confident that he would be able to withstand the consuming of Christ’s body and blood, soul and divinity. It is a beautiful summation of the Mass.

The second passage is an excerpt from The Portal of the Mystery of Hope by Charles Péguy.

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Dear Christopher,

Despite all the damage done by sinners in the Church, the Mass is the hope of civilization.

The Mass is the pinnacle of philosophy. Our minds approach the Holy Gifts in fear of God, the beginning of wisdom. Our hearts accept the Holy Gifts in love of God, the end of wisdom.

The Divine Liturgy is the epitome of language and poetry. It is the most powerful form of drama, a play that appears to descend into tragedy, yet ends in the height of heavenly bliss.

The Mass is housed in the most glorious architecture ever constructed. Not all churches are grand, but the world has been given the supreme cathedrals to remind us of the majesty of the Maker, who appears on the altars.

The Divine Liturgy is the grand unified theory of physics. Beyond all of the quarks, multiple dimensions, and dark matter is the greatest gift to science: Transubstantiation.

The Mass is the quintessence of agriculture – the simply fruits of the earth transformed into spiritual nutrition.

The Mass is the bloodline of the best art. From icons to stained glass to mosaics to statuary to all of the variations of paintings, the Sacrifice enlivens creativity.

The Divine Liturgy is a perfect education. It is reality. We kneel. We bow. We give up our rebellions and embrace the hierarchy of the created order. We submit to every demand of Love.

The Mass gives voice to the music of angels, the chant of nine choirs and seven heavens. It culminates in the most noble act of physicality. We accept into our bodies the Creator of all flesh, in whom we live and dance and have our being.

The Mass is the most personal relationship that one can have with God.

The Mass is the most heavenly occurrence on earth, and the most viciously attacked – from within the Church and without.

The Mass has produced the humble, superhuman saints, multitudes of heroic men and women, from the beginning of the Church to the end, miracle workers from every walk of life – patrons for every holy passion.

The Divine Liturgy of Heaven gathers the most purposeful community in the world, the assembly of Communicants. Beyond the goodness of human friendship, the friends of Heaven are perfected in the Feast.

The Mass makes life worth living. It is the gateway out of our self-inflicted pain, to fully enter into the death and resurrection of Christ.

Will you, in the name of Love, become a Communicant?

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I am so resplendent in my creation.
In all that happens to men and to people, and to the poor.
And even to the rich.
Who don’t want to be my creatures.
And who take refuge.
From being my servants.
In all the good and evil that man has done and undone.
(And I am above it all, because I am the master, and I do what he has undone and I undo what he has done.)
And unto the temptation to sin.
Even.
And all that happened to my son.
Because of man.
My creature.
Whom I had created.
In the conception, in the birth and in the life and in the death of my son.
And in the holy sacrifice of the Mass.

In every birth and in every life.
And in every death.
And in eternal life that will never end.
That will overcome all death.

I am so resplendent in my creation.

That in order really not to see me these poor people would have to be blind.

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“Hear Mass daily; it will prosper the whole day. All your duties will be performed the better for it, and your soul will be stronger to bear its daily cross. The Mass is the most holy act of religion; you can do nothing that can give greater glory to God or be more profitable for your soul than to hear Mass both frequently and devoutly. It is the favorite devotion of the saints.” – St. Peter Julian Eymard

D is for Death (and Life)

To my children,

I have been dying for a long time, but until recently I did not wish to talk about it. But lately, and with the passing of my forty-fifth birthday, I’ve begun to embrace the reality faced by us all. The reality of the grave: ashes and dust. The way I figure it is we’ve all been dying since we inhaled our first breath. We’ve also been living since that time. The kicker here is that while we’ve been dying continuously and without a break in the process, have we been living non-stop as well? It seems to me that the goal would be that when we take our final breath the life-to-death meter (or ratio) would read 1:1. Since most, if not all, of us probably do not live to our fullest all of the time the first number is likely smaller. For example, if I “lived” with gusto half of my time on earth I will finish with a .5:1 ratio, or 1:2. Or…to use a vernacular I appreciate, I will have hit .500. So I would argue that when we die we want to have hit for the highest average we can. In baseball lore a .200 hitting average is known as “the Mendoza Line”, and is generally accepted as the threshold for a poor batting average. So what should our baseline be for our life’s average? That’s a subject worthy of debate at another time, but it’s not my focus today. Certainly we should aim higher than the Mendoza Line at least.

It has been quite awhile since I last wrote something in my series “A to Z”. Six months in fact. It’s taken so long because I’ve known all along that when it came to the letter “D” that Death would be the subject. It has proven to be more of a drain plug than I’d imagined. I waited, however, knowing that when the time was right I’d rush to sit down as the words poured forth. It seems that today is that day.

But instead of talking about death, a subject so vast and so nuanced that it would take volumes (and ironically my lifetime) to compile, I’m going to turn it on its ear a bit and talk today about life. Specifically, about living. Not just existing. Living.

I’ll begin by a favorite Scripture passage and a line from a movie:

Go thy ways, then, eat thy bread with a stout heart, and drink wine to thy contenting; that done, God asks no more of thee. Ever be thy garments of white, ever let thy brow glisten with oil; live at ease with the wife that is thy heart’s love, long as this uncertain life is granted thee; fugitive days, here beneath the sun. Live thou and labour thou under the sun as thou wilt, this thy portion shall be, and nothing more. Whatever lies in thy power, do while do it thou canst; there will be no doing, no scheming, no wisdom or skill left to thee in the grave, that soon shall be thy home. (Ecclesiastes 9:7-10, Knox Bible)

“You don’t choose a life dad. You live one.” –Daniel Avery (actor Emilio Estevez) to his father Tom Avery (played by his real life father, Martin Sheen) in the film The Way.

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While I realize this was the son advising the father, it is also my advice as a father to his children. We can get so hung up on all the planning and testing and studying and climbing of whatever ladders we perceive necessary to climb that we neglect the most important thing: living. If you’re going to climb any ladders at all let it be the one used often as a symbol for ascending to God. Jacob had a dream about just such a ladder in Genesis. A 12th century Carthusian monk named Guigo II used the ladder as a symbol for the four steps necessary for lifting our hearts and minds to God in prayer and communing with Him.  Ecclesiastes is not advocating a life of meaninglessness and sloth. We are to eat. To drink. To love and love well. To work hard for our portion in life, and use all of our faculties to their fullest and gusto whilst we live. We take nothing to the grave. We are to expend ourselves.

To live that way would be to live opposite those empty souls T.S. Eliot describes in his poem The Hollow Men:

The Hollow Men #5, by Howard Penning

The Hollow Men #5, by Howard Penning

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

This is not the way I, or you, should wish to live, or be remembered.

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Recently your mother and I attended a small gathering of friends. Jim and Kim hosted a “Pope Benedict XVI” retirement party during which was served German cheeses, beers and wine, among other things. We brought our hosts a bottle of wine as well, and would like here to pause to suggest to you that while this is a tradition that has fallen aside in our modern age, I encourage you to (when appropriate) pick up this mantle.

While this little party may sound quaint or nerdy to you and to others I have to tell you that rarely have I laughed as much or heard such wonderful stories and conversation as I did that night. As we sat in their living room the subjects ranged from our favorite Pope Benedict quotes, to trips both domestic and abroad, and to family. One of the couples is expecting twins in May. It was a little over a year ago that they lost a child days before she was to be born. We shared our own story of the loss of your brother Nathan to miscarriage, but like this couple what once was a tale full of tears is now, through the benefit of the passage of time and gaining of wisdom, a story of joy and blessing.

At the end of the evening Jim presented us all with the gift of a Benedictine rosary, each blessed by Pope Benedict XVI and brought back to the States during his recent trip to Rome. Our thank yous were followed by discussions about the various symbols found on the rosary’s protective case, and a group prayer for our soon-to-be ex-Holy Father.

This little party has come at an interesting moment in my life when I find myself reflecting upon my years that I have spent in our parish and among our friends. At the heart of our lives together has been a lived discipleship of sorts. The focus of our lives have not been various projects and events (though there has been a myriad of them) but rather a building up of our communion together by being a band of followers—disciples of Our Lord. The more that we have become disciple friends, the more others have been drawn into our group. It is how your mom and I were drawn in. We saw “something” here. We were witness to it in the lives of those who are now our dearest friends. And the more that others have been drawn in, the more I am convinced that Jesus keeps His promises. We are meant to find God and we are meant to find Him together. I pray that during my time on earth I’ve managed to do that for and with you somehow.

Since that night I’ve been thinking about what it is I wish to give you as physical gifts once I am gone. All of them were gifts given to me, and one day they will pass to you. Jim’s rosary completes a trilogy of rosaries that I’ve received through the years and I can think of no other possessions I have that would mean more to me for you to own. Not my shelves of books. Not any of the baseballs I have from various pitching performances in high school or college. Not even the writings I leave behind in various journals, hard drives or this blog.

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The first rosary was given to me quite as a surprise over a decade ago. Doug brought it back from a trip to Rome that he and Nicole had made. It is made of compressed rose petals and was blessed by Pope John Paul II. It still retains its soft rose-scented fragrance.

The second rosary was also a surprise gift, brought back from Madrid, Spain, by Rhonda, Linda and their two daughters after all had attended World Youth Day in 2011. This rosary was blessed by Pope Benedict XVI, and recently I attached a miraculous medal to its tail just below the centerpiece. This medal was also presented a gift by Kirk and had been blessed in Paris at the Chapel of Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal, the very location where in 1830 Saint Catherine Labouré, a novice in the Daughters of Charity, was visited on several occasions by the Blessed Virgin Mary, who wanted Catherine to offer the world this medal. I have worn a miraculous medal around my neck on a sterling silver chain for almost twelve years. The one on this rosary hails from Paris.

The third rosary was (again!) a surprise given by Jim at the papal retirement party. It has been blessed by Pope Benedict XVI and contains a Benedictine medal, cross, and its beads are little silver roses. While at his house I had looked at the rosary given to your mom, and when later that night at home I looked at mine I was initially disappointed to find that mine did not contain four more small Benedict medals as the Our Father “beads”, such as the others had. I’m ashamed to admit that for a very short time I was a little upset by this, but quickly recovered to appreciate what I held in my hands and will hold in prayer many times in the future as a warrior praying for you and us all.

The Anchoress wrote in First Things about Benedict’s plans after the papacy and the power of prayer in the Benedictine tradition:

As Cardinal Ratzinger, the pope sometimes retreated at the Benedictine Monastery of Subiaco, which was founded by St. Benedict of Nursia—the Patron of Europe and father of Western monasticism. In embracing monasticism, the Bishop Emeritus of Rome is perhaps looking at history—at how that other Benedict’s Rule and example once reordered a world that seemed ready to plunge into an abyss of darkness and ignorance—and making a supernatural gambit. In faith he will have delivered the powerful lesson that a life of faith is never without resources, because prayer extends beyond time and space, through darkness and into light.

And perhaps we will need to learn that lesson well, to face our future, together.

A monastery is a kind of powerhouse of prayer, but with distractions and impediments removed from its functioning; in enclosure, Benedict will become “a house of prayer and a temple of intercession” for us all. His hope and ours may reside, as it has before, in the simple yet profound reach of a monk.

So which of you gets which rosary? I don’t as yet know. I pray you are all “houses of prayer” and realize, as Benedict does, that a life of faith is never without resources. My initial thought was that Sophie would get the rosary of roses since it’s more feminine and her middle name is Rose. And that one of the boys would get the Benedictine rosary since it is known as the “devil-chasing medal” and even contains an exorcism prayer Vade retro satana (“Step back, Satan”). It is for warriors of prayer.

But then I reconsidered. Who is to say that the toughest prayer warrior among you won’t be your sister? And who is to say the most sensitive among you will not be one of the boys? A devotion to Our Mother is not an unmasculine trait, and I would be proud of any of my children who would foster such a devotion. History is replete with brave, masculine saints and martyrs who held just such a devotion. We’re talking about Jesus’ mom, and you all know by now of the importance I stress to you three about respecting your earthly mother. So of course it follows that I would hope you do the same for Mary.

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I ask that I am buried with one or both of these other two rosaries. Several years ago I made the larger rosary out of garnet stones (my birthstone) and large pewter roses, with a St. Maximilian Kolbe centerpiece and a large penal cross to represent his time in Auschwitz, and the times when all of us undergo trials and endure our own prisons of sin or persecutions by men. I have had it blessed, and cherish its use. The other is one I purchased after my Ignatian retreat in September 2012 and is a Sacred Heart of Jesus devotional rosary with beads made of wood. This devotion was made known to me during my time on retreat and this is a rosary that has already borne much fruit in prayer.

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The medal worn around my neck

The miraculous medal around my neck is to be given to your mom. If she wishes for me to be wearing it for eternity or keep it for herself is her decision.

In his book The Looking Glass, Richard Paul Evans wrote about what sometimes happens to those left behind when death comes early:

“We stand here encompassed by winter: the barren trees with their fallen leaves, the silent riverbed. Nothing is more certain in life or in nature than death. We accept it as the way of things. Perhaps we are able because we have faith in spring. Yet somehow it seems different to us when death comes early. Much as we might bemoan an early winter, we feel robbed of something due. We feel cheated. Sometimes we rage. And sometimes we blame. And, in doing so, we say to God, ‘My will be done, not Thine,’ and we forget about the promise of spring. … In the cold of our soul’s winter, we bury our hearts. And then we wonder why it is dark and why we feel so alone. And we risk spending so much of our lives occupied with our loss and what we have not, that we forget the beauty of what is and what we have still. And this is sometimes the greater loss.”

When death comes do not needlessly lengthen the winter that follows. Look to the spring. Look at the beauty around you that remains. This brings to my mind a line from The Tree of Life, one of my favorite films:

Someday we’ll fall down and weep. And we’ll understand it all. All things.

I believe this with all my heart. One day we’ll understand; just not yet. We tend to fear what we do not understand. Do not fall into this fear or despair. Death is a part of life. Embrace both.

Do not fear death, kiddos. Fear nothing in fact. “Fear not! Be not afraid!” But if you insist upon fearing something, fear not living while breath resides inside you. Use your resources of faith. Do not be hollow men and women.

And don’t forget to swing away. I’m giving you the green light. You’ll never get above the Mendoza Line of Life with the bat on your shoulder.

You are my gifts to the world.

I love you so much,

Dad

©2013 Jeff A Walker. All Rights Reserved.

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  • To learn more about the awesome meanings behind the front and back of the St. Benedict Medal, go here.
  • Go here for the story of St. Catherine Labouré and the Miraculous Medal.
  • Go here for information about what the symbols on the front and back of the miraculous medal mean.

Higher Education: a mighty passion vs. a mighty orgasm

[Continuing the thoughts I approached in this post]

This is a story about two universities and curriculum: the University of Kansas during the 1970s and the University of Minnesota-Twin Cities of today. I am going to highlight the differences between these two samples in an attempt to demonstrate one of the ways in which we as a nation…as a people…have lost our way. Perhaps it’s on my mind a lot more lately because my oldest child is a junior in high school and we are in the “planning for college” phase.

Example 1: The University of Kansas of the 1970s

Once upon a time, there were three college professors, John Senior, Franklyn Nelick and Dennis Quinn, who started a classics program at the University of Kansas. The program, called the Pearson Integrated Humanities Program, was meant to install the truth of Truth and Beauty in the students. It wasn’t a Catholic program but the themes were Catholic by their nature. Somehow this program survived several years in the midst of the chaos of the early 1970’s.

It all began in 1971. At the University of Kansas, students were complaining that they were subjected to a highly fragmented program that lacked any connection to the fundamental questions of existence. In the context of this general crisis, Senior, Quinn, and Nelick put in place a program of instruction in the Humanities. Before all else they were educators who understood that the student uprisings of the late 1960s were the indications of a deep crisis, of a search for meaning, by youth who had been unsettled by modernity—and especially in its contemporary incarnations. They knew that it was imperative to respond to this deep thirst.

Was this elementary? Yes, it was elementary good sense, and it was one that no one then was even imagining. College teaching had all too often been reduced to a cramming of the cranium with a mixture of varied ideas, thrown together without any order. But how was this to be done when one was merely a professor in a university? Senior, Quinn, and Nelick delved into the great experiences of humanity as found in the classics and gave their students a renewed taste for reading and for thinking deeply, that is to say, they taught them to quench their thirst by going the sources. John Senior and of his colleagues themselves took this path in their own teaching, and they took it resolutely. During their lectures, students were not to take notes, but instead, they were . . . to listen. They were to relearn the use of their senses both exterior and interior, by seeing, imagining, memorizing, and understanding. Twice per week, for an hour and twenty minutes, they assisted at a unique spectacle: listening to a conversation that unfolded among Senior, Quinn, and Nelick.

This was in no way talk for talk’s sake, but a true conversation, taking as point of departure Homer’s Odyssey or Plato’s Republic and establishing links and connections with other classic works of literature, history, and philosophy. According to the testimony of the students, this spectacle was fabulous, and silence reigned in the room except when the students broke out into genuine transports of laughter . . . . Silence and laughter: it was a useful apprenticeship in being human for an era that both took itself too seriously and had forgotten the value of contemplation. Between the two conferences, groups of students gathered to learn poems by heart. They also met their professors at night to contemplate the stars, to take courses in calligraphy, and to learn old songs—including drinking songs—which they sang in chorus. The goal was to reeducate the senses in order that these city-dwelling students might have the chance to encounter the real.

PEARSONIHP2It was understood that what was at stake for the students was before all else to task of recovering a mode of being and of taking hold of a way of learning, rather than merely being familiar with a great number of things. Their direct model was the instruction of the middle ages and the medieval lectio—in the sense of a public reading—that gave the professor the occasion to offer a direct commentary on the text. The sense of nuance was thus given directly by the tone that was employed in reading the text aloud. The three professors loved to use the analogy of a classical jazz group improvising on a well-known theme. That is exactly what they did. And, of course, the students had the chance to ask questions after the lectures, to meet the professors, and to form deep friendships, under the aegis of the IHP motto: nascantur in admiratione – “Let Them Be Born in Wonder.”

Professor Anthony Esolen of Providence College wrote about the time he received a copy of the IHP brochure from a former University of Kansas student who entered the school as a freshman in 1974.

I can hardly look at the cover page without wanting to weep, it is so achingly sweet, so emblematic of how much we have lost. An old man in the foreground, mounted on a swaybacked and skinny horse, wielding a lance and a buckler, looks up at the stars—at Ursa Major and Polaris. It is clearly Don Quixote and poor old Rocinante. The stars are framed by a Roman triumphal arch, whose frieze is decorated with scenes from ancient Greece: a man teaching a youth to play the zither; a naked sprinter; a chariot race; a woman dancing; and two Muses with stringed instruments. Below them, on the sides of the arch, are two medallions, one depicting a medieval monastery, the other, what I’m guessing is the cupola to Independence Hall.

The Pearson Integrated Humanities Program must have violated every educational truism of our time. Two hundred freshmen and sophomores, for six hours a week for two years, sat in the company of three professors, John Senior, Frank Nelick, and Dennis Quinn, who discussed art, poetry, music, history, philosophy, and Scripture with one another, while the students overheard them and eventually learned to participate in the discussions themselves. The students also recited poetry, learned to waltz, and were introduced to such words as truth, faith, honor, love, courtesy, decency, simplicity, and modesty, not words much used in an Age of Iron, but then, Don Quixote was sent into that time precisely to bring back something of the Age of Gold.

As students progressed through the program a surprisingly large number of them converted to Catholicism. Several of them traveled to Fontgombault, France to visit the Benedictine monastery there. Several of those joined and years later founded a Benedictine monastery in Clear Creek, Oklahaoma. The monastery was founded by eleven monks in 1999. Today there are about 36 monks and priests and the monastery recently became its own independent Abbey.

Due to the large number of conversions, the University of Kansas was convinced that the professors must somehow be proselytizing the students and killed the Integrated Humanities Program in 1979 but not before the program produced dozens of converts, many of whom went on to become priests, monks and nuns. (Some estimates are that as many as 200 students converted, and professors and students alike state unequivocally that no proselytizing occurred.)

Two former students are now bishops in the Catholic Church: James Conley and Paul Coakley. Archbishop Coakley of the Archiocese of Oklahoma City was raised a Catholic but has said that the IHP played a role in securing his decision to enter the priesthood. Bishop Conley of the Diocese of Lincoln (Nebraska) was raised a Presbyterian and while the IHP experience is not the main factor that attributed to his considering a conversion to the Catholic faith let alone entering the priesthood, he has given it credit for helping him to see things he had been missing.

Archbishop Coakley:

“In a certain sense, the focus was on educating the person, forming the person, not so much on training for a career,” he points out. “It was a very good foundation for life, whether one entered a trade or a career or a religious vocation. Many people found their life’s vocation as a result of that program.”

Some of these religious vocations were discerned at the Abbey of Notre Dame de Fontgombault in France, a popular student destination. While most enjoyed a sojourn at the Benedictine monastery’s guesthouse before returning to Kansas, six stayed behind and took vows. In 1999, those six graduates returned to their homeland to establish a new Benedictine monastery, Annunciation Priory of Clear Creek in Oklahoma.

Among other Integrated Humanities Program alumni are farmers, vintners, calligraphers, educators, lawyers, magazine editors and many religious. Some, like David Whalen, associate provost of Hillsdale College in Michigan, call the program “absolutely determinative” for their path in life.

In his eulogy for Professor Quinn Bishop Conley said:

Professor Quinn called this kind of learning “education by the muses” or the “poetic mode” of education. He introduced us to reality through delight. This opened a whole new world to us. A world that was filled with mystery and beauty, but also a world that was very real and tangible. This was not mere fantasy or dreamy idealism, as he once wrote in an essay: “Mistake me not: wonder is no sugary sentimentality but, rather a mighty passion, a species of fear, an awful confrontation of the mystery of things.”

This kind of education, education by the muses or poetic education was a participatory kind of learning whether it was through the poetry we memorized and then recited, the songs we would sing before class, the stargazing at night west of Lawrence, the Yankee trade fairs, the magic of the spring waltzes, the banquets and parties at the Castle Tea Room, the trips to Italy and Greece and Ireland — we participated in the thing itself, we experienced the reality of what we were learning. Again, to refer to Newman, we moved from the mere notional assent to the truth, where we understand things in a notional way primarily through the intellect, we moved to a real assent, to real understanding which engages our whole being. “The muses present life fresh, as if seen and experienced for the first time.”

The Muses

The Muses

Yes, I went on a bit longer with regards to the Integrated Humanities Program than I’d originally intended. I guess it’s because it is exactly the type of education I desired when I was entering college and the kind I would love to have available today. There are of course pockets of such learning that remain (Wyoming Catholic College being one of them) in which the classics are read and students learn and discuss rhetoric, philosophy, critical thinking and the debate of ideas. But by and large our modern university system is now all about pumping out vocational grist for the workforce mill. Legions of accountants, lawyers, and MBAs. This in of itself is not entirely a bad thing, but without the type of strength of mind that one gets from at least a class or two of strong thinking that engages the other half…the half of our mind that connects our humanity to the divine…what kind of person are we left with? What happens to that man or woman who spent four years studying to be an accountant and graduates with no prospects for a job? Or who is fortunate enough to find one but be downsized out of it after ten years? It’s all he or she knows, unless she has cultivated other interests of course. But people are busier than ever today, or so we tell ourselves. And just as learning a second language or how to play music is easier when one is young, cultivating the mind and training it up to think and to wonder is more difficult later in life when so much worry and busyness has been crammed inside.

So instead of the classical “education by the muses” today’s educators offer students this:

Example  2: The University of Minnesota-Twin Cities today

The University of Minnesota – Twin Cities (UMTC) is set to hold an event this spring designed to help its female undergraduate students achieve more and greater orgasms.

A promotional poster for the event says it is all about “sexuality and pleasure.”

The university’s official online description of the event entitled, “The Female Orgasm,” describes it as open to both male and female students.

“Orgasm aficionados and beginners of all genders are welcome to come learn about everything from multiple orgasms to that mysterious G-spot,” reads the description posted on the school’s official events calendar.

“Whether you want to learn how to have your first orgasm, how to have better ones, or how to help you [sic] girlfriend, Kate and Marshall cover it all…” it adds.

“Are you coming?” it asks.

(Excerpt source)

Workshop poster

Workshop poster

Can anyone argue that attendance at this voluntary workshop will do anything to further the pursuit of a college degree or to find a job once graduation rolls around? Will listing “Is able to achieve/help a woman achieve more and greater orgasms” on a resume really help a person get hired—especially during our nation’s current tough economic times? To be fair one could ask the same questions about the Integrated Humanities Program. Perhaps a better question would be: Which course or workshop will enhance and affect the whole of your humanity? Which will help steer you through the trials and tribulations of this life and better prepare you to deal with them when they arrive at your doorstep?

Ok, so this is a workshop and not an actual course for credit during a semester. Here are The 15 Strangest College Courses in America.

A quick recap of the Integrated Humanities Program at the University of Kansas:

  • Founded at Kansas University in 1970 by Dennis Quinn, Frank Nelick and John Senior
  • Two year program for freshmen and sophomores
  • Students learned beauty by listening to the professors discuss the arts
  • Students could not take notes
  • Use of the classics, music and the beauty of creation.
  • Classes were packed – over 2000 students participated
  • Numerous conversions to Christianity
  • Fifteen vocations to the priesthood, including 8 monks and 7 diocesan priests
  • Two bishops
  • Two cloistered nuns
  • Second generation vocations – the children of those students are being trained up in the arts that their parents learned and choosing religious vocations
  • Program cancelled in 1979 due to the opposition of other faculty and some parents.

The full Female Orgasm Program at UMTC includes:

  • A workshop for orgasm aficionados and beginners of all genders
  • Lessons on multiple orgasms and that “mysterious G-spot”
  • Helps female undergrads achieve more and greater orgasms
  • Uses a mixture of interactive activities, lecture, discussion, multimedia, funny stories and Q&A
  • Teaches the links between “befriending your body” and experiencing physical pleasure

As I said at the beginning, I don’t believe that the two examples I cited are the main contributors to us as a nation asking where we lost our way. But you cannot deny that the modern college / university system, a system bloated by professional students, under-qualified and overworked professors, overt political correctness, campus speech codes, and awash in funding from the government trough is also a system that is falling far, far short of what a college education used to be. Instead the definition from Urban Dictionary seems more appropriate:

A magical place where it is rumored that learning takes place, although to those who enter it is often described differently afterward, as a beatiful [sic] land in which beer flows in amber currents next to a golden pasture, where virgins lie naked with gentle smiles upon their calm, inviting faces; but more precisely, a Shangri-La rite of passage into adulthood which involves rampant consumption of alcoholic beverages, flagrant and promiscuous sexual behavior, and a general and fundamental disregard for any form of responsibility by its habitants.

I’ll pass. I prefer this definition from the IHP brochure of 1974:

An ancient philosopher said that to look at the stars is to become a lover of wisdom—a philosopher. Since the Pearson Program aims to make all students philosophers in that sense, we say, with a modern poet, “Look at the stars! Look, look up at the skies!” Not only are students in the program required to look, literally, at the stars, but they are also expected to look up through poetry and through all that is great in Western civilization. It is by the light of the stars (or “something like a star”) that we discover the world, ourselves, and our destination.

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Sources:

http://catholicinformation.aquinasandmore.com/2009/11/17/into-lesser-silence-part-i/

http://www.crisismagazine.com/2012/john-senior-in-piam-memoriam

http://www.touchstonemag.com/archives/article.php?id=24-05-021-v

http://www.ncregister.com/site/article/where_wonder_cultivated_catholicity/

http://adraughtofvintage.com/2011/04/23/bishop-conleys-eulogy-for-dr-dennis-quinn/

http://www.campusreform.org/blog/?ID=4590

http://www.usnews.com/opinion/blogs/peter-roff/2013/01/30/university-of-minnesotas-orgasm-workshop-an-insult-to-taxpayers

December 17 – O Wisdom

What is an antiphon exactly? Basically it’s a short sentence sung or recited before or after a psalm or canticle. While there are antiphons used during the Catholic Mass (at the beginning of Mass or during Holy Communion, for example) for my purposes this week I’m using the aforementioned definition. Specifically I’m going to cover each of the “O Antiphons” that are used beginning with tonight’s Vespers on December 17 and continuing through December 23. Even more specifically I’m referring to the antiphons that occur before and after the Canticle of Mary, her Magnificat from Luke 1:46-55, that is a part of Evening Prayer each day.

So what is the structure of a typical Vespers/Evening Prayer? The basic outline is below.

  • Invitatory or + “God, come to my assistance…”
  • Hymn
  • First Antiphon, Psalm and Doxology (aka the “Glory Be…”)
  • First Antiphon, Silence and Psalm-Prayer
  • Second Antiphon, Psalm and Doxology
  • Second Antiphon, Silence and Psalm-Prayer
  • Third Antiphon, New Testament Canticle and Doxology
  • Third Antiphon
  • Scripture Reading
  • Silence
  • Responsory
  • + Antiphon, Canticle of Mary and Doxology
  • Canticle Antiphon (repeated)
  • Intercessions
  • Our Father
  • Concluding Prayer and + Blessing

As I explained on Friday of last week there are seven and each contains significance as they refer to a title given to the Messiah in prophecy. The first is about Wisdom:

o wisdom

O Sapientia

LATIN: O Sapientia, quae ex ore Altissimi prodidisti, attingens a fine usque ad finem, fortiter suaviter disponensque omnia: veni ad docendum nos viam prudentiae.

ENGLISH: O Wisdom, who came from the mouth of the Most High, reaching from end to end and ordering all things mightily and sweetly: come, and teach us the way of prudence.

In the Old Testament there are two prophetic verses that are the source for this antiphon.

And the spirit of the Lord shall rest upon him: the spirit of wisdom, and of understanding, the spirit of counsel, and of fortitude, the spirit of knowledge, and of godliness. And he shall be filled with the spirit of the fear of the Lord, He shall not judge according to the sight of the eyes, nor reprove according to the hearing of the ears. (Isaiah 11:2-3)

This also is come forth from the Lord God of hosts, to make his counsel wonderful, and magnify justice. (Isaiah 28:29)

"Christ the Wisdom of God"

“Christ the Wisdom of God”

So what is wisdom, exactly? My short answer would be that it is something sorely lacking in practice and much needed in our world today. Of course this is nothing new as history is replete with the follies of a prideful mankind who is puffed up with “knowledge”. But knowledge does not equal wisdom. Among the best definitions of wisdom (its source, origin and how to use it) that I could point to are in Proverbs 8. It is also preached by Paul in his first letter to the Corinthian church in 1 Corinthians 1:17-31.

I’m sure I will repeat it in the coming six days but once again I reminded that we are called as Christians to imitate the life of Christ in all things. As such we are to strive and grow so that the “spirit of wisdom, and of understanding” become a key trait in our lives. Too often however man claims to possess wisdom and ventures forth with his own aims. A quick look around at my surroundings…and myself…will reveal this to be true. By simply turning on my television or opening my web browser to a media outlet and I am able to behold what the world deems as wise. It is an ugly, baseless knowledge that they promote. But it is not wisdom.

And what of the “way of prudence”? Defined as “the ability to govern and discipline oneself by the use of reason” it is another trait we fail to manifest within ourselves. One cannot legislate wisdom any more than morality. The human heart is its own master, and humanity has proven itself a poor shepherd. To emphasize the point the world

  • Hisses at the thought of reducing its profanity, obscenities, or graphic violence, but demands that a voice invoking the name of God be silenced.
  • Scoffs at the need for mothers and fathers to make it their priority to train their children to be strong in spirit and soul and responsible for right and wrong and exalts instead the virtue of having material “things”, preferring to provide expensive toys, games, and media that substitute for parenting.
  • Insists on a society where the red pen that used to grade test papers is eradicated, everyone gets a trophy, no one loses and then acts surprised that so many kids lack self-esteem.
  • Marginalizes with contempt the natural family of a father and mother creating and responsibly raising the next generation and then acts bewildered when kids feel no real connection to their families.
  • Dismisses the notion of natural law or that there are moral absolutes and seems amazed when some kids make it their own morality to commit the most base and heinous crimes.
  • Refuses to teach them there is a God who sets a simple set of rules to live our lives by and to whom we are ultimately responsible. Instead it teaches that God was not involved in our origins, that our very lives are biological “accidents” and that they are in fact are disposable should they be inconvenient to us, whether at the beginning of life, the end, or any point in between.

For the foolishness of God is wiser than men, and the weakness of God is stronger than men. … but God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise, God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong, God chose what is low and despised in the world, even things that are not, to bring to nothing things that are, so that no human being might boast in the presence of God. He is the source of your life in Christ Jesus, whom God made our wisdom, our righteousness and sanctification and redemption; (1 Corinthians 1:25, 27-30)

The world crucified Christ and is still persecuting Christians over 2000 years later because Christians who imitate Christ are an insult to the world’s pride. Am I therefore surprised when the world reacts with anger and prejudice when I swim against its tide?

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The first O Antiphon is referred to in the following verse of O Come O Come Emmanuel:

Veni, O Sapientia, quae hic disponis omnia,
Veni, viam prudentiae ut doceas et gloriae.

O Come, Thou Wisdom, from on high,
and order all things far and nigh;
to us the path of knowledge show,
and teach us in her ways to go.

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Image source of Christ the Wisdom of God: The Ikon Studio