Détail de « Les Deux Couronnes », par Sir Frank Bernard Dicksee (1900).
Detail of “The Two Crowns”, by Sir Frank Bernard Dicksee (1900).
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Détail de « Les Deux Couronnes », par Sir Frank Bernard Dicksee (1900).
Detail of “The Two Crowns”, by Sir Frank Bernard Dicksee (1900).
“Subverting” Catholic art? Oh, okay. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You log onto the internet and you post about how “Wound of Christ” from Psalter and Prayer Book of Bonne de Luxembourg, attributed to Jean le Noir, c.1349, for instance, looks like a vulva because you're trying to tell the world that you enjoy Catholic art and imagery in an alternative, queer, risqué way that challenges Christian beliefs. But what you don't know is that that stigma isn’t just a vulva. It's not just a mandorla. It's not just yonic. It's actually intentionally erotic. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that around 1297, Saint Angela of Foligno experienced a vision of Christ himself, who called her to put her mouth to the wound in his side and lick the freshly flowing blood. And then I think it was Saint Catherine of Siena who drank blood and a clear liquid from the wound before receiving a ring made from Christ’s foreskin? And then graphically erotic encounters with the side wound of Christ quickly showed up in the writings of eight different mystics. And then the yonic interpretation of the stigmata filtered down through the illuminated manuscripts and then trickled on down into some pseudo-intellectual corner of the internet…where you, no doubt, fished it out of some Pinterest board. However, that interpretation represents hundreds of years and countless visions of religious ecstasy. And it's sort of comical how you think that you've come up with an idea that exempts you from Christian theology when, in fact…you're posting an image that was sexualized for you by the very Medieval saints you think you’re so different than…from “subverted” Catholic art.
"sometimes you absolutely ARE required to do things in life for the good of other people, even if you hate it" loud incorrect buzzer noise
pure individualism is a disease that kills communities, isolates individuals, and leads to things like the anti-vax movement.
you are not so important that you aren't bound by social responsibility and decency.
others are not so insignificant that they don't deserve help and sacrifice.
Saint Gaspar del Bufalo Interceding for the Souls in Purgatory by Giovanni Gasparro, 2016
“A friend once told me the story of how she first met God. She doesn't remember her age; she must have been about five or six. Her family lived in the countryside on the rim of one of our big eastern cities. And one July evening, cloudless, moonless, with just the hint of a humid breeze, her father took her out into the backyard in the dark and told her to look up at the sky.
From one horizon to the other, all across the black carpet of the night, were the stars—thousands of them, tens of thousands, in clusters and rivers of light. And in the quiet, her father said, "God made the world beautiful because He loves us."
That was more than sixty years ago.My friend grew up and learned all about entropy and supernovas and colliding galaxies and quantum mechanics and the general theory of relativity. But still, when she closes her eyes, she can see that carpet of stars and hear her father's voice: God made the world beautiful because He loves us. Creation is more than an accident of dead matter. It's a romance. It has purpose. It sings of the Living God. It bears His signature. And it's our home.”
-Archbishop Charles J. Chaput, Strangers in a Strange Land: Living the Catholic Faith in a Post-Christian World
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How about you mind your own damn business
Pádraig Ó Tuama, Kitchen Hymns
Sister Clarence Paul prepares a photomicrograph of Paramecium trichium in the science laboratory.
THE COLLEGE OF SAINT ROSE // 1964 [b/w photograph | 8 x 10″]
Last year, I befriended a Catholic seminarian. We've gotten to be pretty decent friends. Seeing as he was staying in town for the summer and I wasn't, I entrusted him with caring for my plant.
He did a wonderful job, but as he was returning my plant to my custody, he explained "I watered her every other day, I gave her new dirt, moved her into the sunshine, prayed the rosary-"
"What?"
He looked at me, confused. "Isn't she a plant you pray with?"
"No," I said slowly. "She's a prayer plant. That's the... colloquial name of the plant."
Upon seeing his stricken face, I realized something went wrong. Turns out, this entire time, he's been including my plant in on his prayers and leaving her near icons.
Listen, totally cool. My plant becoming Catholic is a great deal for her not dying over the summer. But now I must navigate this interfaith household. Keep me in your thoughts.
#i love prayer plants but they're fussy so I don't keep them#can we have a picture op they're so pretty
Behold, Dorothea
(Naming my plant "Gift of God," and then giving her to a seminarian with just the explanation that it's a prayer plant? Okay, that's my bad.)
I should also add- I ran into my rabbi and explained the situation. I then asked, earnestly, if there was a remedy. A mikveh of sorts, or a beit din, or something.
He turned to me, sighed, and said in a very deadpan tone-- "Plants don't have covenants, Joy,"
So Dorothea's a free agent according to rabbinic opinion. I guess I'll permit her to be Roman Catholic.
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Rainer Maria Rilke, from Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
It isn’t so much that I enact love myself, but that I am drawn into relation with my neighbor, by way of participation in divine trinitarian love. Prayer is a way to real-ize love, not as willed effort, but as divine participation: divine eros toward God becomes, by grace, divine agape for our neighbor.
The kingdom of heaven is living a life of non-violence and gentleness and peace. It is reaching out your hand in tenderness. It is solidarity in pain and joy and laughter. It is prayer and following the light in your heart. It is the courage to have a vulnerable faith and a faith in vulnerability. It is sitting in grass beneath a warm sun with the one you love, eating fruit and cheese and bread. It is all the things we do before death with loving kindness on this green earth.
printers behave like that because the medieval monks they put out of work are haunting them
“we live in an uncaring universe” yeah dude and I live in an uncaring house. and I shit in an uncaring toilet. but do you touch an uncaring lover? do you comfort an uncaring child? do you guide to sleep each night a cold and uncaring self?
The AI encyclical doesn't yet have a Latin translation, because even though the Latin version is "official", it takes six to twelve months longer to prepare than all the others, an issue exacerbated by the use of terms that don't already have established neolatin translations. Since the timing is important and they don't want to rush the Latinists, they seem to have decided a few years back to move the Latin versions "off the critical path", even though this adds a layer of absurdity to the whole business. Since the encyclicals are still issued simultaneously in like ten other languages, this leaves it uncertain which version should be considered official -- it's likely that it was first written in Italian or perhaps English, then translated, but when the Latin version finally comes out like a year from now, it will retroactively be considered the official copy, and all the others will be considered vernacular translations of it. Which is already a funny story about where pragmatism meets tradition, but in reading about this I found some commentary from someone formerly of the Vatican's Latin office, who mentioned something even better: that one benefit of this process was that the Vatican got to see the public discourse about the document while translating it, which gave them a chance to tailor it to any controversies or confusion that might arise, so that, for instance, if there were competing readings of a passage based on subtle differences between translations, they could pick which one to favour after the fact. This means that this is sort of like Steam Early Access for papal encyclicals.
The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco is a mystery about a sacred library concealed within a labyrinth and the medieval heresies concerning the poverty of Christ. Yet another book calculated to make me miss theology discussions with my grandfather. I feel like I would've gotten more out of it if I could read Latin or if I were better versed in church history. That said, I had a good time rolling around in the words regardless. Also highly recommend the film.