Fr. Barron on the next generation of the “Catholic commentariat.” This explains to perfection why I make natural/systematic theology and philosophy my primary emphasis of study. This is the kind of stuff an educated, growingly skeptical generation needs.
This also explains why I have little interest in liturgical/internal Church battles. “Save the liturgy, Save the Church”? Meh. Tend to people’s intellects, and the liturgy will save itself.
The critical portion starts at 2:30.
Duns Scotus’ doctrine of univocity has been providing us with a lot of lunch table debate these days. Check out a defense of the doctrine (PDF), which may or may not serve as a good introduction to the problem.
As for me, I remain noncommital. I still need to read through Scotus (and his interlocutors) in the original. Still, this is interesting stuff for anyone who enjoys natural theology.
The first is a Jeff Buckley cover of the Leonard Cohen classic. Do forgive the scenes from The OC: this was the best I could do, and the song is too good not to post. Push play, open a new tab, and browse:
The second selection is a cover of a Ryan Adams tune. Ryan is one of the best songwriters alive today, and just about everything he puts out nowadays demonstrates a complex faith wracked with doubt and failure, a faith absolutely inseparable from human experience. In short: this is how Christian art should be done, at least musically. Consider the following lyrics, which resonate well with your average seminarian:
For Mary Magdalene.
Oh, it wouldn’t make me a saint,
It wouldn’t make me King,
But then I wouldn’t have to wait,
Wait around for the real thing.
Here’s the studio cut for Ryan Adams’ “Born Into A Light,” another example of how things should be done:
This has to be more for humor value than marketing, or perhaps this is how they tag and identify certain drug batches. Who knows (or, rather, hopefully no one reading this blog outside of any potential law enforcement officer really knows).
One would think, however, that this isn’t just a marketing move. I mean, heroin pretty much sells itself.
Remember when Obama declared that the question of when babies receive rights was “above [his] paygrade?” I actually laughed when I saw that response: Obama’s actions in Illinois have long affirmed his opionion on the subject.
He acted upon his true convictions today. How else can one explain it? When I know nothing, when I am undecided, when I have no clue what’s going on, I recuse myself and do not act. But when I have a formed opinion, when I know what’s going on, I act. Just like President Obama did today.
Regardless of how one views abortion, it’s tough not to admit that this decision signifies Barrack Obama as a business-as-usual politician – like they all are – instead of some Messiah who will unify the kingdom through His glory.
I’m currently doing reasearch for our library on the 1927 Eucharistic Congress, held in Chicago. Below is a great summary of the event, with some great photographs. Also included is some neat video I’ve never seen anywhere else before.
I keep coming back to symbolic logic in my private study for the same reason I’ve recently been learning calculus (again? for the first time?): it hurts. Definitely good to stretch our limits.
Speaking of math, my ability to handle advanced mathematical concepts has improved by leaps and bounds since I began studying logic a few years back. For some reason, the fact that I can figure out why I’m doing something is more helpful than just working through a bunch of abstract steps, like a monkey attempting to pound out Hamlet…
…which is precisely how they teach advanced math in high schools and universities.
“Ethylene” is one of those songs I’ve been listening to for the better part of ten years now, and it never gets old.
Then again, the good tunes never do.
Fr. Philip Neri Powell writes a very informative post explaining early Dominican disputation. If you’re at all familiar with St. Thomas Aquinas’ Summa, the format will look relatively familiar.
To quote one “Master” of sorts: “An elegant weapon for a more civilized [intellectual] age.”
Thanks to all readers who have written in with their tips on restoring the archives. Hopefully I’ll figure it out this week sometime.
Meanwhile, you’re in my prayers.
This Sunday marks the Feast of the Baptism of the Lord.
In one of the best tributes to Fr. Richard John Neuhaus I’ve seen thus far, Sean quotes the following:
And thus it became luminously clear to me as I fitfully puzzled through these questions, lying there on the hospital bed: I have already died! My death is behind me! The question of what is to happen to me now is not a question about me, but a question about Christ. And that question has been answered. “Christ is raised from the dead never to die again; death has no more dominion over him.” Therefore death has no dominion over me. At some point “it” will happen. This body will be separated from this soul, and that is a great sadness. I was not expecting it so soon. I would have, all things considered, preferred to go on as I had been for many more years. But it did not really matter that much.
I’m writing as one who has seen his fair share of death in recent times. First, my grandfather died from prostate cancer in August of 2007; one year later to the very day, one of my best friends and college roommates lost his battle with liver cancer, at the age of 28; and finally, my mother in November, to lung cancer. She was 50.
Pretty heavy stuff for a kid who attended his first funeral a year and a half ago.
Of course, I’m able to take great comfort in Neuhaus’ reflection, especially as we approach such an awesome feast. Baptism is the moment where we die and rise again, incorporated into the Mystical Body whose head has defeated sin and death. His passing was a done deal for Fr. Neuhaus long ago, just as it is a thing of the past for all of us. And only with that in mind are we able to conclude that our pending death does “not really matter that much.”
It’s also significant that on Monday, we enter into ordinary time once again. Even within the context of the liturgical calendar, baptism marks an end and a beginning.
I pray that yours is a blessed one.
In changing hosting services (a process much more time consuming than I hoped it’d be), apparently WordPress ate my archives. At first, only a few were missing. Now, everything seems to be missing. Hopefully I can make some sense out of the backups I made.
What a long, frustrating night.
At any rate, I hope you all have a wonderful Baptism of the Lord!