30 April 2006

Distributed church

Bill at faithcommons.org posted a comment on Andrew's post, which I posted on just before, and it just struck me:

As unix networking geek, church as a distributed, object oriented, networked, multi threaded, perhaps grid organism, makes perfectly good sense. The next question is: how to facilitate connections and connectivity?

In the late 1980s and early 90s networking PCs was not a done deal. Although servers (resources) were already long connected, few people could imagine the benefits of sharing a networked printer, file storage or even email. Until there was a critical mass of nodes on the network, growth was difficult. Yet I'm convinced that the connectivity we enjoy today over the Internet is as much a product of demand as it is of available technology. That is, civilization wanted distributed connectivity and so used available technology to build what was needed, and that drove more technological development.

Distributed church will struggle through a similar uphill run.

I'm going to begin looking at connecting folks in the Dallas/Fort Worth Texas area. There are many support networks already. Understanding them, bringing them around to thinking of themselves as church, and then connecting with individuals is one approach that comes to mind.

Any ideas?
Well, yes, Bill, actually ... I'll be in touch with you eventually, as your comment is just an amazing thing, for many reasons... but I'm posting about it here because, while not a Unix geek myself, my best and dearest friend is a Unix alpha and internet savant, and I know just enough about dot prompt programming myself to make me a very poor disciple of the B-, um, Micro- you know who.

And I absolutely see what you see about the "distributed" church model, and I'm serenely convinced it will happen. Fits and starts, progress and otherwise, but ultimately, it will happen. It is, already.

New term: "dechurched"

In my wanderings today, I found myself at faithcommons, by linking to a comment bill made on another blog. Among his very good and thoughtful posts is this one: Who Will Speak Out For the Dechurched? He writes,
Jesus walked Palestine bringing a message of hope and deliverance to those left out of established religion. He went to them. Yes he called for repentance. But repentance is not defined as prostrating oneself to man-made theology. Repentance means to take a new direction. To turn around. To go a new way. That new way included giving up oneself for a new life transcendent. It requires me to give up my wants and desires for the love of God and others. I can not have my way, in this new life. No, I must conform to God's will. And God wills that all people return to him.

But few will find the way to him while those with the message of hope are fighting over theological turf. Few will see the Christ in the efforts of those who would sacrifice the good name of a brother or sister to protect their fiefdom. And many are those who will abandon the institutional church in disappointment, disillusionment, dismay and disgust. These are the dechurched.

...

This is the way that Mary Tuomi Hammond defines unchurched. (sic) (I think he means to write dechurched there.)

The word dechurched is hardly adequate in describing the variety of individuals in question. Any term that utilizes "church" as its root can easily be misunderstood due to the myriad of popular conceptions and definitions applied to it. Does the word dechurched include those who simply neglect to make time for public worship or those who drift away from Christianity out of disinterest and distraction? Does the term primarily refer to individuals who have left mainstream denominations due to serious concerns? Can one be considered dechurched by virtue of simply attending a church and leaving it, regardless of whether that person ever made a genuine commitment to a life of Christian discipleship?

With these very valid questions in mind, I wish to clarify my use of the word dechurched for the purposes of this book. I use this term to describe those who have lost a faith that they once valued or have left a body of believers with whom they were once deeply engaged. I limit my exploration further by focusing on those who have felt damaged and alienated amid this process. I cannot judge the authenticity or a person's prior experience with the Christian faith; I can only listen to the pain and disappointment, the questioning and confusion, the anger and even rage that the stories of the dechurched often embody.
With the risk of sounding melodramatic, I must say that the last sentence above affects me deeply; it breaks my heart. And that's why my own anger and even rage sometimes bubble over when I read the attacks of one professing Christian against another. These dechurched are the collateral damage of these battles for power. They, and those attacked, are the ones who suffer when church leaders fight among themselves and when they abuse their positions and pompous titles.

But who will stand and speak out for the unchurched and dechurched? Who will go beyond theological and denominational squabbles and continue the job that Jesus began? Who will lay aside their pride, put their trust in God rather than doctrine and dogma, and humble themselves for the good of others? And who will give up their human notions of worthiness and give up their pride for the unworthy? Who?
Reading his post is comforting even as it's convicting, because now I know I'm not the only one.

The changing freshness of faith

Niall McKay at So What writes: --
I am liberal enough that I cannot bring myself to believe that God's 'default' approach to creation is the agony of all that exists in it. I try my hardest... but I can't. There is nothing about Jesus that would back up this theology. Heck, he even has mercy on the evil spirit of a strong man (but not, perhaps, the poor porkers). The kind of God Jesus introduces us to is holy and just and powerful but also (and far more importantly) gracious and forgiving and ultimately loving. So I part company with my hardnut conservative friends when it comes to the hellish fate of all who avoid intellectual assent to a five step dogma.


I've been getting to that conclusion myself, especially over the past year and a half.

This young man is a chaplain at Newcastle University in NSW Australia.

Read it all.

Believers who do not belong

Andrew the Tall Skinny Kiwi has written a post called Adventures in Hybridity in which he observes:

... In my annual "Postmodern Church Time Capsule" for 2001, I listed churchless believers as one of the significant trends. ...
the fact for many western, post-christian countries is that about half or more than half of the believers DO NOT attend a church service on Sunday. As these people find new ways to connect to each other and share spiritual gifts, a new form of complex church is arising that is more complex than "emerging church" [as presented to us by MSM] We cannot therefore talk in binaries. ...

I am suggesting that the new hybrid of church for millions of Jesus followers is a complex aggregation of many occasions and meetings and meals and projects and happenings. It is a modular fashion of living out church in community but it is not a pure singular model. It does not resemble the inherited model but neither does it resemble what most people think of when they say "emerging church". It is a hybrid of both that can only be viewed correctly with this in mind.
I'm certainly one of the number. I have a full, active devotional life, nourished by community, taught by good pastors, and yet, for many reasons, I do not venture into any of the local churches. Besides my paid employment, my nattering here on occasion has been of value to my readers... it is one of my spiritual gifts to write the way I do. Do you think there would be a place for me in a local church? Of course not! I do not fall easily into any particular variety of Christian church today. I've studied most mainline denominations, and have some knowledge of those which are, um, a bit smaller (I am thinking of the Two Seed In the Spirit Predestinarian Baptists; while I do not subscribe to the distinctives of their confession, I just can't let go of that marvelous name!). But what brings me back to Jesus is Jesus, his words, his work, his presence in my heart and life and soul. I accept John 6 and all its implications; I will cheerfully and charitably go to the mat with anyone who wishes to debate the outrageous things Jesus said about himself in those passages. That belief led me to the Roman Catholic church in my youth. I learned a tremendous amount as I discovered its truth and history and teaching, but that was long before I actually joined it. The whole long sad saga of what transpired has been documented in previous posts. So, today, I love Benedict XVI and admire him beyond all words, and think he is God's gift to the world ... but I will not put myself in the spiritual care of the man he has permitted to preside over some of the most shameful behaviour ...

[deep cleansing breaths.]

In my immediate family, I share the Christian infusion of thought and learning and music and goodness from Baptists, Episcopalians, Methodists, Roman Catholics and Christian Scientists, all devout, all thinkers, and all cooperating to make a family. Perhaps it is this mélange of faith expressions which has led to the emerging church phenomenon. Whatever it is, it is wonderful for me, because it has saved me from bitterness and loss and isolation, giving me instead a vibrant experience of knowing Jesus, learning and interacting with others who know and love him too.

In a way, it astonishes me that Andrew is writing about what I'd perceived in myself for some time... and, in another way, it doesn't. The Holy Spirit is weaving us Christians, who've been separated from one another, back together again.

29 April 2006

The contemplative Protestant?

Let me put this another way. Despite the best efforts of cell phones, iPods, BlackBerries, and twenty-four-hour broadband internet access to stamp out all possibility of the contemplative, people still long to stand transfixed before an image of power and beauty, to watch a sunlit mountain range emerge from the rainclouds or to sit quietly in prayer. Behind these contemporary hungers lie, I believe, deep reasons why we Protestants ought to allow the contemplative back into our spirituality—to unlock our churches to our affective lives.


from an article by William Dyrness in Image, Issue #49, Spring 2006.

Read the whole thing.

The gift of silence

At Communio Sanctorum, Wyman Richardson recounts an unexpected type of midday service, one made of silence instead of sound.

It leaves me with mixed feelings.

As a pre-Vatican II Roman Catholic, I knew what silence was for. I have spent many, many hours in a quiet church, praying, opening my mind and soul to God. Churches were for prayer, in those days. Now, they are "environments" for "worship experience."

There is nothing wrong with a "worship experience," but the Holy Spirit knows that silence is what brings people face to face with God. If He is not welcome in the Roman Catholic church, He will work elsewhere.

In the article, Richardson quotes from T.S. Eliot:
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?

Where is the knowledge we have lost in information? ...
...and closes with:
Find the quiet places. Seek them. Run to them. And then sit and wait. Listen and hear what the Spirit is saying. The silence is a harrowing and a beautiful place.


Read it all.

A "journaling" Bible

It's the ESV in a format which allows lots of writing in the margins. Check it out.

08 April 2006

Blessed into wholeness of life

Lorna commented on my post about the way I felt led to celebrate Lent this year.

Lorna's in the right line of work. Her blessings are effective.

She wrote:
Be so blessed today. May His love surround you, and his gentle joy for life bubble up, like the warmth in a jaccuzi. You are His precious daughter - and the only rule He gives is that You allow Him to love you to life.
The way she phrased that - "allow Him to love you to life" - struck me at the time, because it was a different way to phrase it... a bit uncanny, because it's felt like God has wanted me to quit fighting Him over the good things He wants to give me. You're being silly, Father; You know I'm a sinner! Now, go away and give [this latest blessing] to someone else. I don't deserve it. I know better than You what I ought to have.

My goal during Lent was to repent of saying that in various ways to my dear Abba, and allow Him to treat me the way He wanted, without my editorializing and interfering.

In my post, I related how my fears prevented me from allowing myself to respond to my dear friend when he confessed his love for me thirty-some-odd years ago, and how, some months later, he was gone. The afternoon he left, I watched him go, and said to myself, "There goes my life. I am watching my life walk away from me."


"[T]he only rule He gives is that You allow Him to love you to life."


My life has been restored.


It's a long story. I will spare you for now. But every step and turn I - we - take leads to more peace. I've not felt so rested, whole and right since ... well, since we were dating, decades ago.

We have issues to resolve, things to do, ... none of this can happen quickly. There is much to learn, much to do, and lots of transitions to be made, some as yet unknown.

None of it matters. It will get done, or not, however God decides. We look into each other's eyes, and what we see there is all we need to know.

I've not had time to read others' blogs with any regularity. For that, I'm sorry. Your companionship, your interest, your comments, your prayers and your blessings have helped me so much. Without you, I might not have been able to understand that I really can live a whole life. Thank you.

When I look back where I was, I see how far I've come, even though, on the way, each step seemed an infinitesimal gain, and I felt I had to rest for an entire day, or maybe a week, after taking it. God has blessed those tiny, exhausting steps. Like the loaves and fishes, they have become full of days and distance from the self-limited place of life where I was before.


More later, God willing.

29 March 2006

Thoughts on God's love

In my Lenten journey this year of disciplining myself to stay away from all that would interpose the opinions of men between me and the God I seem to compulsively fear instead of trust, I've been encouraged and supported along the way by others who are also being led along the same line of reflection. Rick at new life emerging has written some beautiful posts which are right in line with what I'm learning during this forty days. Here's a sample:
How many people who have been abused are convinced that they caused it or deserved it? It is extremely difficult to reverse those imbedded beliefs. The same is true with toxic religious beliefs. God lifts the hand of Love and some flinch in fear; it's a conditioned response.

I think too much of religion is based on the premise that we are bad sinners who deserve to be punished. It further scars our God-given identity. That is sin. We were created in the image of divine love and this love continually reaches toward us but our self-hatred continues to push away at love for we think we don't deserve that love.

It’s not Divine punishment that defeats the toxicity of sin; it’s Divine love that overcomes the damages of sin and brings new life. Huge difference. I think much of the talk in certain church circles about grace stems from a form of religion that has convinced folks that they are bad but God is good. No wonder many people in the church act like abused animals starved for affection—they have been.

The hand of Love that formed you is the hand that continues to reach out to you, not to slap you but to hold you. Rest in that Love. Trust. You are loved. Do not be afraid.


Read the whole thing.

24 March 2006

Gee. What a surprise.

You Should Be a Romance Novelist

You see the world as it should be, and this goes double for all matters of the heart.
You can find the romance in any situation, and you would make a talented romance story writer...
And while you may be a traditional romantic, you're just as likely to be drawn to quirky or dark love stories.
As long as it deals with infatuation, heartbreak, and soulmates - you could write it.

19 March 2006

A fellow traveler

Joe at the Canterbury Trail blog has written a post entitled Sin? which I found helpful, and an echo of the leadings I've experienced so far this Lent.
We talk a lot about sin in the Church, but do we really know what it is? In the Western Church, we have usually looked at sin as any willful lack of conformity to the revealed will of God. This approach, coupled with atonement theology, often leaves us with very legalistic view of sin, and IMHO makes God out to be judge first and Father second.

This has always rubbed me the wrong way, because I just can'’t seem to find this approach in the life and ministry of Jesus. Jesus knew, and I think that it is fair to say, loved the law (in so far as it was an instrument to reach the Father), but he often blatantly broke it and not just the human laws of the Pharisees, but portions of the Law of Moses as well...


Read it all.

Lenten discipline: joy and confidence

As I mentioned in my previous post, I'm a person who likes rules, predictability, and structure in worship. Well, let's put it this way: if you say you're about this and that set of worship rules, then follow them. I get very nervous when, for hundreds of years, the rule has been, "do it this way," and then all of a sudden, we're not any more, and there's no reason except we felt like it.

And yet ...

The problem with rules and a personality like mine is that the anxiety of them tends to wear me down and rob me of joy. I get worried and fretful. I read what other people have written, trying to suss out what's right from the myriad interpretations. I start doing my own clumsy, amateurish research.

What I end up with is feeling very down about myself. I can never be good enough. I can never surrender enough.

That leads me, fortunately, to God, begging Him for forgiveness and knowing He can make up my deficit. But I'm still sad. And it doesn't help when the advisors (of various stripes) say, condescendingly, "we must have joy in our hearts, so celebrate! ...but do it carefully."

That's why the fruits of my fast have been so really astonishing to me over the past couple of weeks. I use A Guide to Prayer from the Upper Room, both the "blue" edition (for ministers) and the "red" (for all God's people). I tend not to study during the week, but do the whole week's study in a gulp on Saturday and/or Sunday. It just seems to work better for me that way.

One of the readings one week was from Psalm 116, 1-2. In the NJB, it reads, "I am filled with love when Yahweh listens to the sound of my prayer, when he bends down to hear me, as I call."

I was struck by the thought that could mean "I am filled with love for Yahweh" - or it could mean - "I am filled with love -- from him loving me."

I rather like the second idea: that, when God listens to the sound of my prayer, I am filled with love. My life is filled with love.

Then a reading from James 2: "Talk and behave like people who are going to be judged by the law of freedom. Whoever acts without mercy will be judged without mercy but mercy can afford to laugh at judgement."

I highlighted that in my journal. It struck me because I've had to make some hard decisions over the last few years. I've had to separate myself from individuals who said they loved me, but who drained my spirit even after I communicated clearly what I needed from them... things appropriate to their role in my life. In making those sometimes terribly difficult choices, I've prayed and acted in the most fair and generous way I could. That has meant monetary hardship for me and, sometimes, humiliation. I felt at peace about it, but that verse from St. James was such a comfort. Even though there are those whose understanding of scripture tells them that what I did was wrong, God knows, and it is to God I will answer. For me, that's a rather brave stance.

When I was very young, and new in the church, my whole goal was to follow the rules carefully so as not to have regrets when I got older. This applied to everything in my life. When it came to dating, this meant being very careful to dress modestly, not tease the boy, etc. From my grandmother and mother, I learned that it was wrong to be forward - to bring up marriage, for instance. I held to these precepts even when my young man - a dear friend from high school, whom I really, truly loved - told me that he loved me, and I felt a huge need to respond to that and to follow up with something like, "can we please be married?" I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. I couldn't do anything in that moment, because all my energy was on not saying those words. That night, as we said good night, I felt so sad. I knew the moment had been lost. I tried to comfort myself that it would come again... he'd ask me later. He didn't. As it turned out, he wasn't thinking about that at all, being young and clueless himself. And my chaste behavior, which he always honored out of love for me, left him vulnerable to a direct attack by a determined young woman to whom I couldn't avoid introducing him. He was gone in weeks. The day he told me he was leaving to go with her, we held each other and sobbed.

Obviously there were more factors than I'm disclosing or can possibly accurately convey. Our parents and their issues, which kept them from inquiring too deeply into what was going on so they could advise us. The young woman's incipient mental problems. His Cleaver-esque upbringing which left him completely unprepared for her tactics. My long experience with my bipolar mother, which let me see the train wreck happening from afar off, helpless to stop it.

I was left with the certain knowledge that, if I had spoken what I was impelled to speak that night, I might not have lost him. Losing him was one of the worst things that could ever have happened to me. The well-meaning rule-makers had inadvertently caused me to let go of my very life. I had bought into their dogma, and, ironically, the very rules I depended on to preserve me from regret left me to deal with it years and years later, after a lifetime of refusing to acknowledge I even felt any. After all, I'd followed the rules, hadn't I?

But I hadn't trusted God, or myself, or him.

In the Daily Guide, there was a quote from James C. Fenhagen's Invitation to Holiness in which he reflects on the many passages in the Psalms and elsewhere where the authors speak of their love for the law of the Lord and their delight in meditating on it. Fenhagen writes,
"Our concern is not to have presented to us a blueprint for life that will allow us to avoid risk, but rather a vision of integrity from which decisions are made and life is lived. Similarly, our concern for the Law and the prophetic insight into the power of evil as it operates in the world is not to win God's acceptance by so-called right behavior, but to know within ourselves the desperate need we have for the Grace offered to us in Jesus Christ."
That quote arrested my thought and led to the vivid teenage memory I related above. I still need to learn that lesson now, as a mature adult.

But God goes with me ...

This Lent, so far

Even before the ... episode ... chronicled below, God had been steering my heart this Lent into a different sort of practice.

1. I am being led to know joy.

Now, this sounds very non-Lent to me. Lent is about sacrifice. Suffering. Uniting with Jesus on the Way of the Cross, etc.

But, in my meditation and prayer, God brought it home to me that Lent is about turning towards Him, and listening, and discipline. And the root of all healthy discipline is accepting God's love, and obeying His will.

I am one of those whose walk with Christ was originally joyous, but who, in recent years, has been sad and downcast. That has led to my second understanding about this Lent - the fast I am to observe.

I'm a person who (obviously) likes predictability and structure in worship. Furthermore, I tended to use a lot of commentaries and annotated Bibles.

2. God's leading this Lent was: let it go. Leave it behind.

I just very clearly knew that I was to set aside all the commentaries and words by people - however well-meaning or educated - and let God speak to me directly from the Word.

There will be those who would read that and react with fear. I certainly have a part of me which does. After all, who am I, a mere mortal, to understand what God says? What about all the layers of meaning? The textual criticism? The ...

Jesus didn't do that.

He sat down, and he preached. The people were saved.

The call has seemed very clear: I am to fast, this Lent, from the explanations, and feed directly on the Word of God.

This hasn't been easy. I've clung to my study Bibles and commentaries and other books. They've gotten me through tough times. But, for this forty days of Lent, I need to put them aside.

I have been obedient. I have used only Bibles with cross-references. The most commentary I will use is that in the New Jerusalem Bible, which is less application-based and more textual.

And God has taught me.

May His Name be praised.

08 March 2006

That's it. I'm done.

This outrage is the last straw.

If Bishop Brown does not want those people, he certainly does not want me. He is a bishop, and speaks for the Church; therefore the Church does not want me, either, because I am very like those poor rebuffed sheep.

"Yet they will by no means follow a stranger, but will flee from him, for they do not know the voice of strangers." - John 10:4

I've done this before ... gotten lulled into a sense of "gee, maybe this time" ... and always gotten the door slammed in my face. I need to quit crawling back for more abuse, and go where my soul is fed and my conscience is at peace. My Lenten reflections have been leading me back to my Christian roots, anyway. I shall post about that when I can steal a bit of time from a delightful turn of events in my personal life. More later. ;)

25 February 2006

OK, this fits

Your Birthdate: September 15

You take life as it is, and you find happiness in a variety of things.
You tend to be close to family and friends. But it's hard to get into your inner circle.
Making the little things wonderful is important to you, and you probably have an inviting home.
You seek harmony with others, but occasionally you have a very stubborn streak.

Your strength: Your intense optimism

Your weakness: You shy away from exploring your talents

Your power color: Jade

Your power symbol: Flower

Your power month: June

19 February 2006

Postcommunion reflections

In my previous post (immediately below), I lamented the loss of "quiet time" after communion. Tony at Catholic Pillow Fight recently went to traditional Latin Mass, and, in the course of a very good post about it, reported that he experienced it differently from the way I did:
I didn't feel like I was worshipping God communally as the Holy Mass is supposed to be. I felt like all the people at mass were worshipping God in their own way. It almost seemed like Eucharistic adoration than the Holy Mass.

There were not a lot of distractions, but there was a decided lack of community. As I said before, Mass is communal prayer, where we join with Catholics the world 'round as one body to praise the God of the universe.
I find it intriguing that he would say, "It almost seemed like Eucharistic adoration than the Holy Mass." Tony, you say that like it's a bad thing. ;)

Seriously, though, it is interesting that he and I would find it so different. I quote his account of his experience here, not only to be fair, but to ask if others agree, and if so, why?

More reflections on "the spirit of Vatican Two"

Lorna commented on a previous post:
this is really interesting. I'm not RC so I'm not sure how to phrase these questions

what was the spirit of vatican II in your opinion

why was it hard to accept the rulings of vatican II for you personally?

why is communion in the hand or standing a problem

what did you (do you) miss from the pre vatican II period

how would you like the mass to be developed under Pope Benedict to meet your needs

I'd be really interseted in your reply.
I think those are excellent questions, and fair ones. If I'm going to mutter darkly about something, I ought to be clear about why!

I'll warn you, though: this is going to be way long. Go get a beverage or something before embarking. ;) (Update: I incorporated a couple more great links, and changed one word ("revision") to the more accurate "translation." And found another great quote.)

What was the spirit of Vatican II in your opinion?

When I use the phrase, "The Spirit of Vatican Two," I mean it sarcastically. The Vatican II council took place during a time of great unrest in Western society, including an open attack against tradition on all fronts, not just that of the church. The changes in the Roman Catholic liturgy which followed were sweeping, sudden, largely unexpected and cruelly enforced. In many cases, the changes have absolutely no basis in the Council, although you'll get ¶'s and ¶'s of spin trying to prove that they were. I think "the spirit of Vatican II" is fuzzyspeak for, "we don't actually find this anywhere in the council's writings, but we think they meant ... "

In a recent interview, Bishops Bruskewitz and Corrada gave some interesting and helpful insights into what happened.

Why was it hard to accept the rulings of Vatican II for you personally?

I have no problem with the Council or its documents. I have serious issues with the way its "intent" has been construed.

To say that the church was wrong for well over a thousand years, and throw out everything - everything - that was Catholic: art, church architecture, sacred music, the habits worn by religious, the liturgy, devotions such as the Rosary, and to do all of it with such dismissive cruelty, could not have been from God. Three centuries would have been barely enough to introduce such sweeping changes. Three decades? Absurd.

The result? One cardinal writes:
I want to warn against an excessive “inculturation” that is destroying our liturgy. In the past generation, we have introduced into the liturgy some practices and attitudes from North American society that have no place there. For example: the hurried pace, the tyranny of the clock, the inattention to the arts, the casual tone of a presider, the “what can I get out of it?” approach of the consumer, the “entertain me” attitude of a nation of television watchers. All these are the wrong sort of inculturation. Their prevalence shows how difficult it is to seek what in the culture offers a true correspondence with the spirit of the liturgy. -- Cardinal Archbishop Roger Mahony
This is bizarre and unintentionally hilarious - "we have introduced into the liturgy some practices and attitudes that have no place there." The cardinal archbishop prides himself on ignoring the clear directives of Rome when celebrating the sacrifice of the Mass. (that last link is from a German site which I machine-translated into English. I think you can get the gist, however.)

Fortunately, three wonderful things have happened: 1.) The religious orders which adopted the new ways are disappearing, because in studying Buddhism and enneagrams and labyrinths and their navels, they have lost their distinctive charisms which attracted young people to surrender their lives entirely to Christ in the community. The hippie priests who set out to destroy the church like crazed rockers in a hotel room are now all gray and long in the tooth and soon to meet their Maker, along with their approving bishops. 2.) The young people in the church are discovering the rich treasury of tradition, art and music. They are flocking to traditional parishes and religious orders. 3.) Pope John Paul II won the respect of the world and the ear of the young; Pope Benedict XVI is a master theologian with great tact and steely determination.

Why is communion in the hand or standing a problem?

In the ideal, it's not. I love the accompanying permission to have communion from the cup, which was entirely impractical before. The problem is the way in which communion in the hand has been adopted in the parishes to which I've gone.

The consecrated host is Jesus. This is the consistent teaching of the Church through the centuries. When Jesus comes into the host, He becomes helpless all over again. He makes himself vulnerable to us to a degree unheard of in mere human experience. He does that so that we can approach him without fear, and take Him fully into ourselves. He cannot be harmed - he is God - but if we truly believe He is in the host, don't we want to show him care, love and respect?

Before the changes in the rite after Vatican II, the instructions for taking communion were:
When the bell rings at the Domine, non sum dignus ("Lord, I am not worthy..."), go up to the Altar-rail, and kneel there, with ungloved and folded hands. Renew with all possible fervor your act of contrition... When the Sacred Host is presented to you, receive It on your tongue lightly resting on the lower lip. Say in your heart the words which the Priest uses: The body of our Lord Jesus Christ preserve my soul unto life everlasting. Retire to your place with recollection and modesty, and remain for some time kneeling, in silent communing with your heavenly Guest. Do not be too anxious to use your Prayer-book: it is far better for a while to dwell upon the Sacred Mysteries which you have received. Let not this precious time be wasted, however; should attention flag and distractions arise, have recourse to the following prayers... A Manual of Prayers for the Catholic Laity, copyright 1888, new edition copyright 1930.
For me, the anticipation of receiving Jesus, the quiet walk back to the pew, and the time of silent meditation afterwards ... greeting Him in my soul, telling Him all the very personal things one would tell Jesus if He were inside one for a few moments in such a special way - I converted to the Catholic Church specifically for those moments.

It took a long time in a crowded church, even with several priests administering communion. During that time, the music was perhaps choral at the beginning, then, as the choir came down to take communion, it became solely instrumental, often simple, familiar settings. Gregorian chant is very centering, and those are the moments one wants to be centered. Silence is best, listening to the shuffling of feet and the sounds of people rising and returning to their pews. In the days before air conditioning, the doors of the church would often be left open. Out in the courtyard, the birds would be chirping in the trees (okay, this was in Southern California). :) I could kneel among hundreds of fellow worshippers, listening to Jesus in my soul, listening to the birds, hearing the occasional comment or question of a child or the cry of a baby. It was a time of such deep recollection and meditation, and so very, very meaningful. I felt intimately joined with those around me. Jesus was actually, literally present in our midst, and coming into our souls, one by one, uniting us in our shared communion.

That was then.

This is now: get in line when directed by an usher, go up to the priest or eucharistic minister, bow quickly, get Jesus pressed into the palm of your hand, step aside to put the Host into one's mouth, and go back to the pew. Don't kneel; that would be against "unity." Of course, this highly managed corporate effort has its downside; as the bishops say in the GIRM:
The liturgical assembly of the baptized that comes together for the celebration of the Eucharist is a witness to, a manifestation of, the pilgrim Church. When we move in procession, particularly the procession to receive the body and blood of Christ in Communion, we are a sign, a symbol of that pilgrim Church 'on the way.' For some, however, the experience of the Communion Procession is far more prosaic, analogous perhaps to standing on line in the supermarket or at the motor vehicle bureau. A perception such as this is a dreadfully inaccurate and impoverished understanding of what is a significant religious action.
Before Vatican II, one was not being herded by officious ushers, and could choose to arise and approach the altar when one was ready. It was much more meaningful.

While we stand there after communion, instead of greeting the dear One Whom we've just received, we are to sing. It is apparently very important that the song involve guitars, which are difficult to tune properly in the best of circumstances. The song must be sung by people who are untrained in musicianship, led by a cantor waving and directing the congregation. Preferably the song will have difficult timing and/or melody, so you have to open the music to follow it, and the words will focus on Me and how I feel good being here with Everyone Else in the sacrament of Togetherness. In other words, recollection and reflection are impossible. It appears that the act of communion is being carefully and deliberately desacralized.

The bishops realize the problem. What follows was written recently, not in 1970, at the beginning of the reforms, when those who actually liked to pray in church were horrified at the noise and distraction:
For some, however, the singing of this [communion] hymn is perceived as an intrusion on their own prayer, their private thanksgiving after Communion. In fact, however, this hymn is prayer, the corporate thanksgiving prayer of the members of Christ's Body, united with one another. Over and over again the prayers of the liturgy and the norms of the General Instruction emphasize this fundamental concept of the unity of the baptized, stressing that when we come together to participate in the Eucharistic celebration we come, not as individuals, but as united members of Christ's body. In each of the Eucharistic Prayers, though the petition is worded in slightly different ways, God is asked to send his Holy Spirit to make us one body, one spirit in Christ; the General Instruction admonishes the faithful that they should become one body, whether by hearing the word of God, or joining in prayers and singing ...(GIRM, no. 96) it describes one of the purposes of the opening song of the Mass as to ... intensify the unity of those who have been gathered and says of the Communion Chant that its function is to express outwardly the communicants’ union in spirit by means of the unity of their voices, ... and to highlight the communitarian nature of the procession to receive Communion.
After Mass, the congregation applauds the musicians, loud conversations erupt in all corners of the church, and if you kneel in your pew to try to pray, you get annoyed looks from people. (Of course, one can go to traditional Latin Mass, although in a diocese where the bishop is hostile to the TLM, it can be very onerous - drives of two to three hours, one-way, are not unheard-of.)

So ... it's changed. And, as I think I mentioned before, communion in the hand came about because Pope Paul VI caved in to a flagrantly disobedient bishop. That's not simply remembering it differently, by the way; I was a new convert at the time and followed the unfolding of the whole sad scenario in the Catholic press.

There is another very serious problem with communion in the hand, which is that the Host can be carried away and treated in who-knows-what manner. If the priest puts the consecrated host directly into the communicant's mouth, it's much less likely it will be abstracted and show up later on Ebay or be used for something unspeakable.

What did you (do you) miss from the pre Vatican II period?

• I miss the sense of being special - being Roman Catholic. Now it's just another confused, drifting, church-like organization, distinguished mainly in the world's eyes by randy priests, indifferent bishops, and execrable translations. It's odd when the Episcopal and Lutheran liturgies are more reverent, orderly and instructive than the Roman Catholic.

• I keenly miss being able to participate fully in worship. Besides being always on edge, distracted, and distressed the entire time one is at Mass (I strongly dislike being touched by strangers, and there's getting to be way too much of that going on at the peace and Our Father; it's upsetting when the priest doesn't know or won't follow the norms; etc.), the sense of community is impaired. You are with people who speak [whatever language the Mass is in] and it's so limiting. One used to be able to celebrate Mass anywhere in the world, praying understandably with people from whom, outside church, one couldn't ask for a drink of water without making signs. It is a cozy, warm feeling. Jews have always used Hebrew in worship. Muslims can worship together anywhere using Arabic. Shared worship forges a very strong bond and makes you feel like family, even when you're far away from home. It is astonishing to hear bishops fretting about how their parishes have splintered along ethnic lines when they imposed those divisions themselves by using the vernacular! (What's the Latin for duh?)

The objection that people can't understand Latin is gravely insulting. Virtually everybody can learn some parts of a new language, particularly when it's presented side-by-side with their native language in a missal. The real reason to abandon Latin has nothing to do with that, anyway.

Latin is a dead language; it doesn't change, so the meaning of the words remains the same. The vernacular changes daily. Texts constantly need updating. If one wants to make changes in belief, the obvious place to start is in the liturgy, with seemingly small changes worked in during the process of translation. Little bits of change can be, and are, made. However, that doesn't allow the changes to happen fast enough for some people, which leads me to...

• I miss the days when bishops and priests would strive to outdo one another in saying Mass beautifully, meaningfully and reverently. Now they're always trying to sneak past the rubrics to do their own thing, like naughty boys. It's pathetic and cowardly. Roger Mahony is a prime example, insisting on celebrating Mass in which he does the kinds of things Redemptionis Sacramentum was written specifically to correct.

How would you like the mass to be developed under Pope Benedict to meet your needs?

To this I would reply gently that the Mass is not something one can "develop."

Q. Pope Benedict XVI has addressed this very issue in his writings on the liturgy. Liturgy is something that is supposed to be given by, and received from, our fathers in the faith, rather than something we create or innovate.

Bishop Bruskewitz: Absolutely. It is not created.

And furthermore, the laity has a right to a proper liturgy. Pope Paul VI emphasized this. It is not the priest's arbitrary bestowal upon the people, but it is the people who have a right to the Church's liturgy as it is supposed to be done. That certainly deserves emphasis.

Brian Mershon at RenewAmerica.us.
The Mass was not a creation of man alone. In its original form it is a kind of living tradition handed down through the centuries. It changed and grew organically into different forms and rites, but since earliest times it has always been said in Latin and always had certain prayers and parts. Protestant services either draw from or repudiate it. The translation of the whole of it into the vernacular was, in my opinion, a serious mistake, because it implied the Mass could be changed to fit the whim of the local ordinary - which is, of course, what has happened.

I am grateful that Pope Benedict is acting to stop the more egregious errors. I would like to see him correct the grave injustice which has been done to those who safeguarded the Mass through the centuries, as well as those who love it today, by enforcing the indult his predecessor supplied.

The most common canard about the Latin Mass is that it keeps the people from participating and stifles their spirituality or some such thing. What rubbish. For centuries the Mass nourished the faith, teaching, and thought of musicians, artists, philosophers and saints. The current version with its insipid music, always-changing vernacular texts, and careless behavior is not the same act of worship. While I accept the Novus Ordo (new order [of Mass]) when it is done with reverence and according to the published rubrics, I cannot help but suspect that the emphatic suppression of the traditional Latin Mass has nothing to do with pastoral concerns, and everything to do with how banal and ugly the new rite often is in comparison.

...but I'm not biased, or anything. ;)

I'm not alone. There's a particularly excellent post over at Pontifications about this. The comments are interesting and along the same lines as what I've written here ... if markedly more succinct! ;)

Finally, in full personal disclosure, I must qualify my strong reaction to The Spirit of Vatican Two by acknowledging that it is because the "reform" followed the same (and simultaneous) scenario as in my family life when my mother lapsed into severe alcoholism. She was a brilliantly intelligent, capable, enormously talented woman. She was eminently persuasive and forceful. She explained her use of alcohol as necessary for self-medication. She lauded its properties. It caused her to rescind some previously absolute requirements or bans. When I protested, she told me that I was disloyal and ungrateful. When I longed for the days when there was some predictability to life, she reproached me for feeling that way.

The Council of Vatican II was one thing; the swarm of eager progressives who exploited its apparent loopholes, something else entirely. Drunk with their vision of liturgy, they leveraged the Roman Catholic laity's devotion to their Church by forcing the changes through, saying how wonderful everything was, when it clearly wasn't. Absolute requirements (fish on Friday, for example) and bans (the laity handling the consecrated Host) were waved away. When the laity expressed distress and shock, they were told they were being disloyal; that they were clinging to the old ways... that they were wrong to feel that way. After years of recovery, I know that, when someone tells you "don't feel that way," you are dealing with a bully and your boundaries are under siege.

The laity behaved like any family will when a parent lapses into chronic drunkenness: some leave, never to return; others show up only at Christmas and Easter and stay well away the rest of the year; still others hang in there, trying to cope with the changes while being faithful to the family unit and finding a balance between healthy detachment and concerned involvement. Some accept everything the drunk tells them, covering for the drunk, explaining away the embarrassing episodes, and trying to keep the home together. Finally, there are those who are outspokenly in the drunk's corner, mixing the drinks and snarling at anyone who would suggest that something's obviously wrong. And, through it all, the drunk is saying, "I'm perfectly fine. Why don't you accept that I'm fine? I've never been better. You're the one with the problem, not me." The home gets untidy and disorganized, marked by strife and factions, and missing some of its members who did not so much leave, as were driven out.

I am not the only one to see the parallel. And then there's this from an article by Fr. Vincent Capuano, S.J. which appeared in the Adoremus Bulletin:
Many religious accept liturgical abuse in a manner similar to how a wife will often accept spousal abuse -- from a false sense of charity and tolerance. It is not that the perpetrator of abuse is completely evil, he often possesses many virtues and admirable qualities. The victim of liturgical abuse, like the victim of spousal abuse, wants to be forgiving, wants to practice tolerance, wants to be charitable. The abuser takes advantage of such desires and sentiments and continues to abuse. --Quoted in Catholic World News "Off the Record"
I believe that Benedict XVI has been sent by God to administer the long-awaited intervention. May he be blessed in his role as he steadies and guides the Church.

14 February 2006

St. Anthony, where's my sidebar?

I have no idea what happened... nor do I have the time to work on it now. Maybe this weekend...

Finally - an exorcism for the Spirit of Vatican Two

The Curt Jester has a copy of the draft of the rite! Check it out here.

12 February 2006

Holding my breath

Dear friends, I've been so remiss in not posting lately ... I'm sorry. (Lorna, I have not forgotten my piece for you ... it is being worked on, I promise.)

No excuse, but a reason: I am distracted. Or, to put it another way, I'm too focused right now on something else; something in my personal life. A tremendously good something in any case, but one which, if it turns out in one particular way, would result in huge change for me.

And we all know how lightheartedly we welcome change. (Not.) ;)

Sorry to be so cagey, but there's not a lot I can tell right now. Heck, there's a lot I don't know myself. God knows, but He's the cagiest of all.

As I have for more than 30 years with this particular thread of the story of my life, I wait on Him to show me the next step to take. However, I am not able to clear my mind of what's going on; I'm not that good at detachment, yet. I've only learned better how not to worry... instead, to trust Him who made both me and the one who is so much in my thoughts and prayers of late.

It is a great story, one which I will relish telling someday. In the meantime, I wait for the unfoldment of events... and neglect this blog, though I do go visiting others', when I can.

Peace to you.