Back to gossip…

Posted by admin on Dec 26th, 2006

Pictured, “Man with his head in the sand”…a common disorder many bloggers attempt to help other people with.
Did you get a chance to read Eric Scheske’s piece in the National Catholic Register on gossip in the blogosphere? Now this is an excellent article on the subject, and he’s a good writer to boot, in fact that’s a good Catholic newspaper isn’t it. That’s the Catholic spirit Eric!
“Why are rumors a natural part of the blogging media? They lack the rigors of doing real research and verification. On more than one occasion, a reader of my blog has written to me, stating that my facts weren’t quite right. I respond unapologetically: “Yup, my facts may have been inaccurate. It’s just a blog. I link to my source and let my readers make up their minds.”
Don’t get me wrong. I try to present accurate facts. I never re-produce something that I know is wrong and I often check and verify my facts. Just last month, for instance, I started to refer to Jacques Maritain as a convert to the Catholic faith from Judaism. Something told me to look that up and, indeed, I was wrong. Maritain was raised Protestant.” Eric Scheske
Yup. I think I pretty much said as much in my own interview with a local Catholic newspaper whose bosses seem to dislike bloggers.
Happy Misrule!
“Eat Sand!” - Jon Lovitz for the Spirit.

Christmastide

Posted by admin on Dec 26th, 2006

Now would be the time to celebrate.
Eric at the Daily Eudemon remarked that if people have post holiday depression, they probably followed the American custom of celebrating throughout Advent. It’s a good point.
Kids understand the season of Christmas, no doubt because they have the week off. Adults, who take their vacation time this week, may also understand. While those who pray and looked forward to the Nativity, will especially understand the joy of the season.
The Lord or Abbot of Misrule.
Today is Boxing Day in the UK and Canada, my favorite resource, Wkipedia, has the history:
“There are disparate theories as to the origins of the term. The more common stories include:
It was the day when people would give a present or Christmas ‘box’ to those who have worked for them throughout the year. This is still done in Britain for postmen and paper-boys - though now the ‘box’ is usually given before Christmas, not after.
In feudal times, Christmas was a reason for a gathering of extended families. All the serfs would gather their families in the manor of their lord, which made it easier for the lord of the estate to hand out annual stipends to the serfs. After all the Christmas parties on 26 December, the lord of the estate would give practical goods such as cloth, grains, and tools to the serfs who lived on his land. Each family would get a box full of such goods the day after Christmas. Under this explanation, there was nothing voluntary about this transaction; the lord of the manor was obliged to supply these goods. Because of the boxes being given out, the day was called Boxing Day.
In England many years ago, it was common practice for the servants to carry boxes to their employers when they arrived for their day’s work on the day after Christmas. Their employers would then put coins in the boxes as special end-of-year gifts. This can be compared with the modern day concept of Christmas bonuses. The servants carried boxes for the coins, hence the name Boxing Day.
In churches, it was traditional to open the church’s donation box on Christmas Day, and the money in the donation box was to be distributed to the poorer or lower class citizens on the next day. In this case, the “box” in “Boxing Day” comes from that lockbox in which the donations were left.” Wkipedia
(Boxing day may be a good way to re-gift the gifts you neither like or want - rather than going to the department stores to exchange them, yeah, that’s not going to fly.)
Now the Lord of Misrule goes back to Mediveal times, the origins of which are traced to pagan Rome, wherein it was celebrated for the feast of Saturnalia. Again, Wkipedia:
“The Lord of Misrule, known in Scotland as the Abbot of Unreason and in France as the Prince des Sots, was an officer appointed by lot at Christmas to preside over the Feast of Fools. The Lord of Misrule was generally a peasant or sub-deacon appointed to be in charge of Christmas revelries, which often included drunkenness and wild partying, in the pagan tradition of Saturnalia. The Church held a similar festival involving a Boy Bishop. The celebration of the Feast of Fools was outlawed by the Council of Basel that sat from 1431, but it survived to be put down again by the Catholic Queen Mary I in England in 1555.
While mostly known as a British holiday custom, the appointment of a Lord of Misrule comes from antiquity. In ancient Rome, from the 17th to the 23rd of December, a Lord of Misrule was appointed for the feast of Saturnalia, in the guise of the good god Saturn. During this time the ordinary rules of life were turned topsy-turvy as masters served their slaves, and the offices of state were held by slaves. The Lord of Misrule presided over all of this, and had the power to command anyone to do anything during the holiday period. This holiday seems to be the precursor to the more modern holiday, and it carried over into the Christian era.” Wikipedia
As Carnival, which really begins on Twelfth Night, January 6th, the Church would often condemn the practices associated with the Lord of Misrule. (It is so easy for us mortals to become debauched.) Yet a re-adaptation of the custom, with discretion, could help people celebrate Christmas well, while refraining from the temptation to be so caught up in the manufactured commercial observance of the Holiday, which more or less ends on Christmas day night - for those who fall for the hype.
It makes me wonder if much of the holiday blues isn’t the result of celebrating too much before Christmas, as Eric suggests. Or is it that many people in our culture lack an authentic spirituality, not to mention catechesis?
I’ll tell you this, if my Company (which is a Catholic Company) would host our annual Christmas party the week after Christmas, instead of the week before, I would definitely attend…although it interferes with every one’s vacation time I suppose.
In the days I entertained, I always had a St. Nicholas dinner, and then, an Epiphany party, and little gifts were given at both to all of my guests. I more or less stopped doing these, since guests caught on and started bringing me gifts - they didn’t understand that it was just for them to receive and enjoy, and the events became an obligation to buy something for me and each other in return. That gift giving thing can get so out of control. (That could explain another reason people get depressed after Christmas, they have to pay the bills. Or they didn’t get the coat they wanted!:)

On the feast of Stephen

Posted by admin on Dec 25th, 2006

Good King Wenceslas did something today - I can’t remember the words of the carol though.
The 26 December is the feast of St. Stephen, martyr. As I mentioned in an earlier post, never be surprised by violence and tumult during the time we commemorate the birth of the Prince of Peace, that is, at Christmas.
Steven is the protomartyr for Christ, a deacon in the early Church, Saul (St. Paul) was there to witness the stoning. Everyone knows the story. I believe his feast is celebrated to demonstrate what it means to be a disciple of Jesus so that we who celebrate Our Lord’s Nativity may not lose sight of the cross. While the witness of Stephen may encourage those who are suffering amidst the celebration of Christmas.
The radiant countenance of Stephen’s face as he was being stoned, seeing Our Lord in glory as he did, mirrors our own joy of seeing the Divine Infant Jesus in the extreme poverty of Bethlehem. After all, it couldn’t have been very pleasant laying in a manger, in a cold, dirty cave, amidst the animals and the odors associated with them. Yet heaven and earth rejoiced that day, and Love was made visible to all.

One more picture…

Posted by admin on Dec 25th, 2006

My Bambino on Christmas Eve…He has His toys, St. Nicholas came from the Orthodox Church and the Latin Church. The relic of St Francis de Sales has been there all along with The Virgen of the Apocalypse…St. Joseph is in the illumination from the minature book. The angels brought the crown that usually adorns the top of the Christmas tree.

Lord of Misrule…

Posted by admin on Dec 25th, 2006

Fond reminiscences of Christmas past…I’m verklempft!

(Caution, do not read unless you received a sense of humor for Christmas.)

“I am so sick of this Christmas B— S— …put your Christmas presents away and get out!” -My mum on Christmas afternoon.

I can’t stand it. I’ve been way too serious for too many days in a row - Christmas is fun - I can’t be so solemn! I have to break the holy-holy atmosphere here.

I was like this in the monastery as well - I always had to do something stupid to make people laugh - and get myself in trouble in the process - like pretending to be extremely drunk as I walked down the cloister after compline. How was I to know we had tipplers in the Abbey who thought I was making fun of them? Geesh! Monks can be so sensitive.

Or when I had to call the other novices after work detail in the garden, “Aelred, Isaac, c’mon honey - it’s bath time!” I was pretending to be Ward Cleaver, you know, Beaver’s dad, although I said it in June’s voice. I had no idea it sounded gay - nor was I aware we had…

Of course, there is nothing like those wonderful family Christmas memories to crack me up either. (I imagine most everyone has delightful holiday memories like these.)

Such as the Christmas when my dad finally got a job and all my mother wanted was a coat for Christmas. He was gone all Christmas Eve day - shopping, although, he spent most of the day in a bar - just making it to the department store before it closed. When he arrvied home, drunk and late, he proceeded to show Skip and Beth and myself the coat. Of course I, the budding ready-to-wear expert asked, “Are you really going to give her that?” It looked like an old ladies coat made out of foam with a dead rat collar. Well, he gave it to her, and she opened it - knowing, I’m certain, it would be ugly.

Sure enough, it hit the fan.

“Where’d you steal this rag? The Goodwill?” said Betty, dryly and ever so coldly. “Beth, fix me another drink.” Then the tears came flooding out and complaints on how she never got a decent Christmas present in her life, and how she bought a mink coat for her sister-in-law when her brother was broke and she was never paid back. And suddenly, “Baby Jane” was in the house. Tears turned to wild eyed fury, and shouts. Oh! The drama!

Enter Jack Nicohlson from “The Shinning” - shouting over mom, “I bought that G– D— coat at the Emporium and the sales clerk said it was the current fashion.”

“For your bitch of a mother maybe!” At this point she was ready to fight - my mom and dad had such chemistry!

“Don’t call my mother a bitch!”

“Well, she’s nothing but a slut - married six times - give her the G– D— coat! You were drunk when you bought this Sunny Boy! It’s a markdown - the tag is still on it!” She screamed, throwing the coat onto the Christmas tree - in other words, she threw down the gauntlet.

Whack! Her glasses go flying across the room. Before new tears and laments, my mom - who could be very funny, calmly asked my dad, “Oh! So now you’re going to buy me a new pair of glasses for Christmas as well! Aren’t you just a giver though!”

The kids were in the kitchen pretending to appreciate their presents - hoping to eat…my dad leaves…mom fixes another drink…we eat…I’m old enough - 6th grade I think, to get out for midnight Mass - while Skip and Beth took off for friend’s houses.

The End.

Christmas is fun - just wait until twelfth night - that is the most fun! (I wonder if I should do a twelve days of Christmas series of Christmas memories?)

Oh Tannenbaum! At The Met Museum NYC

Posted by admin on Dec 25th, 2006

I’m still trying to take a better photo of my Christmas tree - until then, this is the very best Christmas tree in the world, with a lovely Neapolitan presepio at the base.
We really have the Germans to thank for the continuity of the Christmas tree. I read where the Holy Father has two trees in his apartment. (I hope his kitty cat is with him.) He also has all of his Bavarian delicacies to eat, and Kloster beer. I wonder if he will have marzipan? It would be fun to spend Christmas with him.

One should read Athanasius Contra Mundum for a fine history of the Christmas Tree and it’s Christian significance.
This is the best close up I could find of the Presepio, from the collection of Loretta Hines Howard. In addition to this donation to the Met, she also donated a lovely presepio to Regina Laudes, the Abbey in Bethlehem Connecticut, where Mother Delores Hart resides.

The Word became flesh…

Posted by admin on Dec 25th, 2006

“One Word the Father spoke (Which is His Son) and this Word He speaks in eternal silence, and It is in silence It is heard by the soul.” - St. John of the Cross

The Grace of God Has Appeared…

Posted by admin on Dec 25th, 2006

And the people who have walked in darkness have seen a great light…
For today a savior has been born for you who is Christ and Lord!
A blessed and holy Christmas to all!

Christmas Eve…

Posted by admin on Dec 24th, 2006

A painting by Michael Sowa. (See, the guy has his computer!)
“Alone on Christmas”
(Actually, I’m not alone, a friend is here. But I love quiet Christmas eves.)
Being alone on Christmas is rather nice if one is religious - especially so when one is a Catholic.
As one ages, especially when one is single, Christmas changes. The emphasis, in my experience, is less upon self, gifts and parties, and becomes decidedly more spiritual, concentrated upon the mystery of Christ’s birth, while focused upon others and their needs. (Even when one is a hermit of sorts.)
Being alone is not as frightful as others think. Men and women enter cloistered monasteries and never see their families or share in worldly celebrations, just as hermits have done for centuries. The urban hermit does likewise.
Christmas is completely different for the mature person, since the celebration has long evolved to acclimate the person to relishing the solitude.
Those who need compassion, our thoughts and prayers - as well as our presence, are those abandoned in nursing homes, or those who have recently lost a loved one, thus radically changing their experience and perception of Christmas.
Others in need are the soldiers, whether in combat or stationed away from family and loved ones, many away from home for the first time.
The men and women in prison - even if it is a psychological prison of some illness or disorder, along with the homeless of course, and the indigent.
There are families trapped in abuse, battered wives and children. The sexually exploited of all ages, as well as those entangled in the drug culture, or a life of crime and violence of any sort.
Neither can we forget those who refuse to believe in Jesus, or those who may not understand Him, or even know of Him.
These are the people who are really alone on Christmas, and not always by choice.
Let us remember them when we visit the creche to adore the Divine Infant Jesus.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

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