Tuesday, September 10, 2013

The Good News

The good news we heard at Mass last weekend was from both the scripture readings and the announcements. I've blogged a bit about the spiritual richness of this area and the fact that our little town is so blest that we can choose from not only a variety of Mass times, but can choose from the Novus Ordo or Tridentine Mass as well.

For non-Catholics, the Tridentine Mass, more properly referred to as the extraordinary form of the Mass if I remember right, is the form of liturgy that most people refer to as the Latin Mass.  That's a bit misleading, since the norm for the Novus Ordo Mass most people are now accustomed to is actually Latin.  Nor is the Tridentine Mass exactly the Mass celebrated from the beginning although it, like any of our approved forms of Mass, encompasses the critical elements - its origins lie with the Council of Trent (1545-1563).   It is beautiful, intensely reverent, and theologically rich, it's the form of Mass celebrated at our little Augustinian priory.  And although I still need to use the translation given in the missal, I'm learning the Latin quickly enough that I'm referring to the English less and less. 

The more common Novus Ordo Mass, introduced in 1969 by Pope Paul VI, is offered in English and Spanish, i.e., the local vernacular, just down the road at St. James.  Using the vernacular has advantages and disadvantages.  Latin is not a language that's changing - vernacular languages are, and that can create issues with the meanings of words.  It also causes a problem when the local vernacular is not that of a visitor - those that celebrate the Tridentine Mass tend to have a missal with a translation from Latin to their own language.   Offered in a single language of unity, it doesn't matter if every language spoken in the room is different - we all are following and responding as one.  That was once an advantage of universities:  their common language was Latin.  Whatever your native language, as long as you knew Latin you could attend universities throughout Europe without a communications difficulty.

Both the Tridentine and Novus Ordo rites are Western Catholic rites.  But they aren't the only recognized rites - there are more than 20 recognized as valid in the Catholic Church.  Those two are just the ones that Americans are most familiar with.  Pope Paul VI, I believe, was Ambrosian Rite and had to learn the Tridentine Rite after he was elected to the papacy.


I'm not an either/or person.  As long as Rome says the Mass is legitimate, it's the Mass.  It's the re-presentation in an unbloody manner of Christ's sacrifice.  NOT a re-sacrificing - that seems to be a common misconception.  Both rites incorporate the ancient practices of the early Church:

"Assemble on the Lord’s day, and break bread and offer the Eucharist; but first make confession of your faults, so that your sacrifice may be a pure one. Anyone who has a difference with his fellow is not to take part with you until he has been reconciled, so as to avoid any profanation of your sacrifice [Matt. 5:23–24]. For this is the offering of which the Lord has said, ‘Everywhere and always bring me a sacrifice that is undefiled, for I am a great king, says the Lord, and my name is the wonder of nations’ [Mal. 1:11, 14]" (Didache 14 [A.D. 70]).
 "Our sin will not be small if we eject from the episcopate those who blamelessly and holily have offered its sacrifices. Blessed are those presbyters who have already finished their course, and who have obtained a fruitful and perfect release" (Pope Clement I, Letter to the Corinthians 44:4–5 [A.D. 80]).
"Make certain, therefore, that you all observe one common Eucharist; for there is but one Body of our Lord Jesus Christ, and but one cup of union with his Blood, and one single altar of sacrifice—even as there is also but one bishop, with his clergy and my own fellow servitors, the deacons. This will ensure that all your doings are in full accord with the will of God" (Ignatius of Antioch, Letter to the Philadelphians 4 [A.D. 110]).
I love them both, but, unfortunately, there are groups who have separated from the Church by denying the validity of the Novus Ordo Mass.  It might come as a surprise to the news folks who keep reporting that Mel Gibson is a Catholic, but he's not. He's part of one of these groups and as such is essentially the same as an Anglican.  Catholic rite, yes.  Catholic, no. (He's a sedevacanist, too, I believe, but that's a whole 'nother issue.)

Anyway, all my Masses have been down at St. James recently because the Tridentine Mass is a half hour longer, my house was Grand Central Station, I'm the only church-goer in the bunch, and I felt that I couldn't absent myself for the longer Mass.  But yesterday was a day to celebrate with the fraters at the priory and I spent the morning with them for the first time in a while.  And I heard some pieces of very good news beyond the proclamation of the scriptural Good News:  First, since the order now knows that it's remaining here it has been allowed to accept postulants, and there are now two new young men who want to give their lives to prayer and communal living as Augustinian monks and as a part of the Canons Regular of the New Jerusalem.  Dom Daniel, the head of the order, requests that we pray that he doesn't frighten them off.  Second, some folks who have been making long drives from bordering states in order to attend Mass at the priory on Sunday mornings have made the decision to move to Charles Town so that they can be more fully a part of this church community.  The spiritual nourishment that this area provides is so over-the-moon that I really get that.  Every time I get a I'm-moving-elsewhere fit I think "And what would be my options for a church community?"  Um...I can guarantee I wouldn't have what I have here so that puts a halt to the fit right there.  And things like this always make me smile:  as much as the media elites wish and hope that the Faith would die, and as much as our current government is attacking us, anywhere that the Faith is preached and celebrated faithfully the community grows.  There are places in the world where there are too many young men wanting to enter the priesthood to be accomodated - the seminaries can't be built fast enough.  And in the U.S., it's orders like this that are thriving, with Church of the What's Happening Now groups withering despite the media's hard work to keep them in the public eye.

The third bit of good news is that a local Chesterton Society group starts meeting next week after Mass.  That is SO "Woo hoo!"and I am SO there!  Chesterton, with his larger than life wit, brilliance, theology, wit, brilliance...Did I mention that he was larger than life and that he was a brilliant wit and lay theologian? And convert.  Yeah, this is exciting.




Thursday, September 5, 2013

Monday, September 2, 2013

I Touched It, Now It's Mine

It's been a busy, busy couple weeks, and I haven't quite recovered yet.  Daughter and granddaughter flew in from Detroit two weeks ago.  My sister came by train the following Friday.  She had never had an opportunity to see her great-niece, and we kept the fact that they would be here a careful secret.  Sister came out of the gate at Union Station completely unaware and oblivious.  I had to nudge her into focusing on who was standing there.  It was a great surprise.  Made her do that hand-flappy thing to the face that some people do when they are choked up.

Son-in-law followed by SUV on Saturday.  And we were off to the 92nd Whetzel-Felton Reunion in Preston County Sunday morning.  There as usual we over-ate, visited with kin folk, talked a little history.  And somewhere along the line during the "official business" part, during which the ladies who have served as president and secretary for years stated their intention to step down, I asked if the positions were something that could be done long-distance.  I touched it.  Now it's mine.  And my daughter's.  She was sitting next to me and before she knew it she was secretary.

So now I have several things I need to accomplish before the last Sunday in August of 2014:  Find out where to rent a speaker and mike - that karaoke thing just doesn't do the job in the pavilion when people are yapping.  Fill in this year's information in the register that's been kept since 1949.


Scan same register and put it in the digital world before Something Bad happens to it.  Investigate the costs (and grants to cover the cost) of establishing a website.  And I think we voted to get two new picnic tables - I have to find the nearest branch of the bank our account is in and get a signature card.  Another trip to Preston County may be necessary.  Not that I'd mind.  More and more I'd like to get up there to see people more than just once a year.  Dad's generation in particular is getting frail, and we are losing them one by one.

We took food, but came home with a greater treasure.  An old trunk sat for years in one of the bedrooms at Grandma's house.  Many things disappeared after she died - Uncle Harold was apparently not clear on the concept of the contents of the house not being his to dispose of and Dad, the only sibling left, was living too far away to do anything about it.  The trunk remained, though, and, as far as we can piece the story together, since it had belonged to Uncle Lynn, when Uncle Harold died 20 years ago Mom and Dad packed it with the few things of Uncle Lynn's that were left in the house and left it with a relative-by-marriage in hopes that my only first cousin on that side would eventually pick his dad's stuff up.  It was not to be - John died in his sleep of a massive heart attack and the chest was forgotten, stuck in a closet in an unused room.  Until last year when it was unearthed and opened for the first time since its leaving.  This year, the chest came home with me.

I had thought it to be a WWII footlocker, but obviously it's from Uncle Lynn's time with the Civilian Conservation Corps. 


It didn't have much in it, but it did have treasures.  His graduation photo:


And his high school letters:


A few pictures of his CCC camp at Kingwood that will need scanned.  A couple bakelite art-deco rings of ladies we don't recognize:


Aviators gloves - those, I bet, came from Saipan where Uncle Lynn helped build Isley Field, the great airstrip from which our B-29s launched their raids during WWII.




The real treasure, though, is a box of letters. 


During the Depression, little work became no work in places like Preston County, and apparently Uncle Lynn had gone to D.C. for a job.  The letters are letters from home, a lot of them, written in 1940-1941.  They are long, and full of news:  the parties and picnics, who was dating whom, politics (they were NOT Roosevelt people, for sure), problems, and oddbits.  Harry (aka my dad) had his "eye on a skirt" in Terra Alta.  He'd cut Ike's hair and it was so filthy that he swore it probably hadn't been washed for 2 years.  Lillie thought Harold and so and so were going to get back together but they hadn't yet.  The men in the Settlement were "laying for Clarence" and if he brought his whiskey in he'd get a surprise.  And regular letters from a girl in Greencastle, PA, whose name we don't recognize.  Since she writes of preparing for graduation she would have been several years his junior.  Her letters are newsy and full of bounce and she thinks Lynn looks like Gary Cooper.

I have a LOT of scanning to do.

Monday after Reunion, Murphy's Law was gracious enough to take my son-in-law shooting.  I knew D. probably hadn't been since he moved to Detroit and thought he'd appreciate it.  Many thanks to ML for that, and I hope D. didn't rust up anything with his drool.

The  younger ones went off to visit with D.'s family in York, PA, for a few days, and my sister and puttered, making it over to Berkeley Springs, WV, and to Hillsborough Winery.


Everybody left on Saturday - the kids in the evening in hopes that Amelia would sleep through most of the drive.  She obliged them with sleeping through half of the drive and screaming the other half.  More flying may be involved for the next trip.

And now I'm picking up, trying to catch up on yard work, trying to get back to proper eating and sleep hours and as much as I love seeing everybody I must say that I'm appreciating the restoration of quiet.