May 05, 2009

Spanning the Globe to Bring You the Constant Variety of Posts

If you're against capital punishment, you must be more against capital punishment against babies, which is carried out without trial or jury or appeal or court-appointed lawyer.

If you're against war, you must be more against war conducted against babies by their parents and doctors, since unborn babies are the ultimate defenseless pacifists, only wanting to go about their own business of growing and living.

If you're against poverty, you must be more against babies being deprived of their only property, their own lives and bodies.

If you're for social justice, you must be more in favor of justice for babies as an integral part of religion and society.

There is no social ill, no injustice, no horror that is not intensified when it involves the unborn, for they have the least power and the most need. If we don't protect our young, we don't protect anyone.
- Maureen of "Aliens in this World"

At the very least, Notre Dame's actions suggest that, unlike a beauty queen from California, it lacks the courage of its convictions. - Bishop Wenski's homily at the Mass of Reparation

Again and again, Nevin nicely draws out what he calls “an engaging two-sidedness” in Thérèse’s spiritual life: a fierce determination to suffer all for the sake of Christ in concert with an almost whimsical and playful intimacy with Christ. Moreover, Nevin also shows how the two sides belong together in Thérèse’s great, unifying vision of divine love. Love brings the anguish of self-abandonment—and it brings the often silly but fragrant, cherished moments of intimacy. This young girl’s imaginative zeal for grand gesture of service to Christ—torments! sacrifice! martyrdom!—along with her gauzy images of sporting with the Christ-child in the embrace of love was realized in her slow and painful death. It turned out that Thérèse would not become a famous missionary, boldly preaching to the heathens, nor would she submit her lovely neck to the executioner’s sword as crowds gathered to watch, nor would she become a modern day Joan of Arc. Instead, in the hidden world of the cloister, far from the public eye, entirely removed from the great events of the day, a slow-moving disease patiently, relentlessly killed her. As the tuberculosis advanced, Thérèse had to abandon the élan and spiritual drama she might have imagined in l’abandon. In her suffering, the smiling baby Jesus did not play with her in the afternoon sunshine. He was only able to be with her in the dark, blind silence of the death he endured for our sake. What God asked of Thérèse was only to die: the utterly banal, empty, and universal destiny we all share. It was the fulfillment of her “little way.” - R. Reno of "First Things"

Today is Earth day,
Let us pray,
With Al Gore and all his ken,
That the prophet need
No more bemoan
Depletion of the sacred ozone,
That air be once more clean and pure,
Car fumes replaced by horse manure,
That an ice age soon
Will come again,
But not before our last Amen.

© 2009 and following unto the end of Time, by William Luse

[My cousin] would joke about ordering Charles Dickens martinis -- "no olive or twist". - Dylan of "Dark October"

Two decades ago, when I was involved in college Republican politics years ago, I saw several seriously Christian college students get involved because of their belief in the pro-life cause. They knew very little about other issues. Within six months, they were gung-ho for tax cuts, aid to the Contras, and missile defense. A similar process occurs when women who begin with a love for feminism join the Left... they end up being fervently pro-choice even though they might not have felt that way originally. As long as our two-party system works this way, I can't see this changing. - Commenter on Amy Welborn's blog

American Randall Thompson does beautiful things with "O fons Bandusiae": you can just feel the burning sun at "atrox hora Caniculae," and you can positively splash around in the cascading music of "unde loquaces lymphae desiliunt tuae." I should say that the last three tracks weren't to my taste: "Eheu fugaces" and "Tu ne quaesieris" were murky and strange, which was an especially sad fate for "Tu ne quaesieris," with its intoxicating rhythm. The last track is a Latin version of "Old MacDonald Had a Farm," which I found extremely quaint. - Meredith of "For Keats' Sake"

Five years ago, today, this blog was born,
Named “Trousered Ape,” in self-directed scorn,
And launched out into cyberspace, although
It had no clear idea of where to go.
As time went by, this question was resolved,
For rapidly the blogosphere evolved:
By dozens, scores, and hundreds, blogs arose
On every side, practitioners of prose
Both eloquent and lively, each a source
Of wittily and wisely wrought discourse:
Of culture, politics, and family life;
Of movies, books, and theologic strife;
Some Helicon ascend and there make free
To dally with the Muse of poetry.
All this, I’ve learned, is far above my station:
My only gift is for versification.
I leave good writing to all those who can,
Forswear ambition to become a Man,
Pretend that Darwin’s Theory is a jape,
Write silly verses, and remain an Ape. - Bob of "Trousered Ape"
In case I haven't alerted you to the fact: you have a solemn duty to cast your vote for Sancta Sanctis in the Best Under-Appreciated Catholic Blog category of the Cannonball Awards...I'm sharing third place with the Catholic Cartoon Blog. So I'm going to swallow my pride and ask . . . What do I have to do to get you to vote for me??? - Enbrethilel's cri de coeur reminds me of the practice of praying for the most forgotten soul in Purgatory - if everyone's praying for him then he's no longer the most forgetten, and if Enbrethilel wins she'll no longer be the "best under-appreciated Catholic blogger"

Last night on TV...we saw Mel Gibson going the way of Solomon (...who wrote some of the Bible prior to falling from grace) holding hands with a much younger woman at some Hollywood event instead of his wife of 28 years and 7 children. These public falls from grace are meant to arouse the intercessory mode within us...we are a priestly people. It's our job not our option at least at the macro level of praying for all those upon whom the wrath of God rests in some sense... At minimum [we pray] that in their final moments if they do not change now, that they trust in Christ's forgiveness unlike Judas. - Bill Bannon commenting on "Via Media"

We need you and your strength
Because we feel small and fragile in the face of death;
Help us, we pray, because only your support
Can help us get up and, with trust, take each other's hands,
And start out again on the journey of life. - part of Pope Benedict prayer for Italy earthquake victims


Enbrethiliel said...


On being popularly voted as the most under-appreciated anything . . .

I had thought about that, too! In fact, the award should probably go to the 'blogger who gets the least votes. On the other hand, it's astonishing to me that I've hustled as many as twenty votes (so far). I didn't think I'd be in the top three at any point, much less in the lead as I was in the beginning. I'm really just riding the wave while I can. =)

william luse said...

Why'd you have to put my poem in the same post with the Ape's? It highlights my mediocrity. Though since that's what I am I guess I shouldn't complain.

I like that Maureen girl's excerpt.

TS said...

The award should probably go to the 'blogger who gets the least votes.Nice one!

Bill, can't help it that two poems struck my fancy during the same week.

Enbrethiliel said...


Hmmmmm. Remind me never to publish a poem in the same week as Dylan!