Thursday, 7 January 2010

What His Hermeneuticalness Is Up To...

It's one thing to put pictures up of people you know. It's quite another when you happen to see photos of people you know in famous places...

Shawn Tribe has put up a post from the Solemn Pontifical Mass at the Lateran Basilica; the Mass was celebrated as part of the Year for Priests Clergy Conference in Rome. Somehow or other, His Hermeneuticalness has ended up in amongst all those Aussie priests, as subdeacon at the Mass! Cool, or what?

Looking at the photos (they are gorgeous) I couldn't help noticing that Fr. Tim is wearing a borrowed alb... either that, or Gamirelli's hadn't quite gotten around to stitching the hem!!

A Couple More For The Blogroll...

Occasionally, I like to check to see who is linking to me. Not the general, included-in-the-blogroll links, (although they are important) but actual links in posts, which means that something I've posted has struck a chord with another person.

Google Blog Search is the best way to check that out, either by typing in the full URL of the blog (to find links, although this often just throws up blogs which have you on the blogroll) or by typing in the name of the blog, to find mentions "in passing", or mentions by people who, perhaps, are unfamiliar with how to put links in blog post texts...

Either way, it's rather fun!

It sometimes reveals interesting results: for example, today, I have discovered two blogs for addition to my blogroll...

A Reluctant Sinner came up on the radar with a review of English Catholic Heroines; he seemed to enjoy the book, which was encouraging, and further exploration of his blog led me to a very interesting exposé of so-called modern paganism.

Checking out the blogs he follows (I'm not one of them, sadly) I discovered The Sequere Me Blog, by Simon-Peter... I have a vague feeling I've come across him before, but he wasn't on my blogroll (maybe he'd been edited out - he posts a little infrequently) and there didn't appear to be a Profile for me to check out... but I enjoyed the posts I read, so back he goes...

Wednesday, 6 January 2010

Choosing Bishops...

The inimitable Fr. Z had a very interesting post a short while back, about the appointment of bishops. Since we, in the Archdiocese of Southwark, are currently sede vacante (I believe that is the correct term), the process will apply to us!

I took the liberty of editing out the bits which referred to Scranton diocese, and substituted bits that were relevant to Southwark... no doubt someone will tell me if I've made a complete hash of it!!

Once a bishop resigns... the nuncio [currently Archbishop Faustino Sainz Muñoz] requests a report from the leader of the diocese about its condition, needs and challenges. The nuncio also does his own investigation into the needs of the diocese and suitable candidates to lead it. He consults past bishops of the diocese, other bishops in the province and around the country, and the metropolitan. He may also consult priests and lay members of the diocese.

Once he narrows the list to a handful of candidates, the nuncio sends confidential questionnaires to people who know the candidates, including priests, religious and well-respected laity. Those who receive the questionnaire are bound by the code of papal secrecy: they cannot tell anyone that they have received the letters or what they write in response.

The nuncio then gathers the information and writes a report including a list of three candidates, a terna, and notes his preference, which he sends to the Congregation for Bishops at the Vatican, the body of about 30 cardinals that oversees the selection process.

An English-speaking cardinal assigned to review the Southwark position studies the file and makes a recommendation to the body of cardinals at one of its twice-monthly meetings. The congregation then votes for its preferred choice, which may not be the same as that selected by the nuncio or the presenting cardinal, or it may ask for more information or to be given a new terna.

Once the congregation agrees on its choice, that information is passed on to the pope during a Saturday meeting with the head, or prefect, of the congregation. The pope can follow the council’s recommendation or, in a rare case, make a different decision. He is ultimately responsible for selecting the bishop.


Archbishop Sainz Muñoz has himself stated, in an interview given to that dreadful rag, The Suppository, that Rome is apparently more interested in what is available on the internet than in a terna submitted by himself.

Given that The Suppository spends all its time promoting worn-out liberal ideas while attacking the Holy Father and doing its utmost to undermine Catholicism with wishy-washy, it's-ok-if-it-feels-right pronouncements, I am surprised that the nuncio would give them an interview.

To be honest, from what I've heard, I'm actually not surprised... but I am surprised that, given how happy he is to be associated with The Suppository and all things liberal, the nuncio seems surprised that no-one in Rome trusts his judgement... and that they prefer to look at the internet for information on the state of the Church in England.

Having said that, it's of vital importance that we bloggers make sure that Rome has all the information they want.

So, what do we need from our new Archbishop?

A man of prayer: that goes without saying. A man who is loyal to the Holy Father... that should also go without saying, but, sadly, we have seen little evidence of such loyalty from our Bishops in the UK. A man who is unashamedly Catholic, and who is prepared to stand up for the Truth, and for the rights of the Church to teach those Truths.

That means we need someone who is pro-life and pro-family. Someone who will proclaim Humanae vitae, Evangelium vitae, and every one of the doctrines of Holy Mother Church, proudly, and explain why they are right... instead of shuffling off with a half-apologetic smile, saying, "Well, Rome says..." as if that means it has nothing to do with us in Britain because we're easy-going, rational sorts who just want to get along and be nice to everyone...

We need a man who will address the mess of the Cabrini Society, which, while failing to uphold the teachings of the Church with regard to marriage and the family, still expects to receive financial contributions from the Catholic faithful, as well as retaining assets it gained when it was still a Catholic charity.

And we need a man who is sympathetic to the Extraordinary Form of Mass, who wishes to implement Summorum Pontificum with generosity, as there are many priests and people in the Archdiocese of Southwark who are very attached to the traditional liturgy.

Those of us who recognise that Truth is not subject to a majority vote, and cafeteria Catholicism is not an option, should not have to watch our shepherds cave in to the latest Government policy, be it human-animal hybrids, cloning, abortion, compulsory sex education for five-year-olds or whatever. There are things which are WRONG, absolutely wrong, and we need a man who will say so.

Such a man should be prepared to be treated with contempt by our politicians, just as Bishop Patrick O'Donoghue was treated, when, after daring to say that the Catholic Faith should be taught in Catholic Schools, he was hauled up before a Parliamentary Committee to explain himself.

Unfortunately, I suspect that such a man would also need to expect a great deal of hostility from those Catholics who have grown comfortable with the idea that conscience excuses all things (forgetting that it is an informed conscience which must be heeded, informed by Holy Mother Church) - the attacks in The Suppository on our own Holy Father are proof of that.

If Rome is, indeed, more interested in the internet than in the ternas submitted by nuncios, then it is time for the faithful to make themselves heard.

The Twelfth Day Of Christmas...

Customer Relations Department
Ye Olde True Love Gift Shoppe
Santa's Grotto, North Pole

Dear Sir,

We really must ask you to desist from making such unreasonable demands of our staff. Your latest order was fulfilled quite reasonably well, we thought...

Twelve drummers, drumming. They're not the easiest item to *ahem* drum up at this time of year, and so we sent the only drummers we had. It wasn't our fault that they were members of an Ulster Orange Brigade and your true love is a devout Catholic...

Nor is it our fault that the local Council's noise prevention unit slapped a hefty fine on you for infringing the noise pollution regulations. The licence needed for a public performance was also your responsibility: you should have checked it out before ordering twelve drummers.

I have instructed our Mail Order Department to ignore any further requests from you.

Yours faithfully,
Mary Christmas.

Tuesday, 5 January 2010

The Eleventh Day Of Christmas...

Customer Relations Department
Ye Olde True Love Gift Shoppe
Santa's Grotto, North Pole

Dear Sir,

You asked for 11 pipers, piping. We sent 11 pipers, piping. It is not my fault you had pan pipes in mind... you didn't ask for pan pipes. Admittedly, I did think it was a little odd for someone to want more than one bagpiper playing - they were designed to put the fear of God into the enemy, and by heaven, it works - but the customer gets what the customer wants, and we were just so pleased to have the item in stock...

Yours faithfully,
Mary Christmas.

Monday, 4 January 2010

Excellent New Pro-Life Blog...

Check out Coming Home, the blog of Dr. Gerard M. Nadal. His tag line is "Science in Service of the Pro-Life Movement" which says it all, really.

Twitch of the mantilla to Kate, who spotted him first.

Unwanted Christmas Gifts...

"The sweet and silly Christmas things,
Bath salts and inexpensive scent
And hideous tie so kindly meant..."

Ok chaps and chapesses... you don't need to worry about what to do with all those little items you really, really didn't want. This time, you will not have to wait until the School Summer Fayre or Christmas Tombola before being able to clear out those cupboards!

The Sisters of the Gospel of Life are prepared to take the stuff off your hands, and so help you to get 2010 off to an uncluttered start...


We want your unwanted gifts! If you have adult, children or baby clothing, jewellery, unopened toiletries, craft items or books that you don’t want, please pass them along to us and we’ll be sure to make use of them, either at the Initiative or in our Precious Things shop.

Our office at 104 Albert Road, Glasgow is open 9.30-5pm, Monday to Friday. If you’d like more information give us a call on 0141 433 2680.

Thank you and God bless!

Remember that you can always do a bit of last-minute Christmas shopping for the good Sisters via Amazon, who will even deliver the goodies for you... to 106 Dixon Avenue, Glasgow, G42 8EL.

Monday Madness...

Day 10 And The Saga Continues...

Customer Relations Department
Ye Olde True Love Gift Shoppe
Santa's Grotto, North Pole

Dear Sir,

One might assume that one is extracting the Michael. Ten Lords, a-leaping? Have you actually watched the Parliamentary Channel? I suspect not, or you would know that most of them have one foot in the grave already, and the only leaping that might be done is the skirmish amongst the relatives as the will is being read out.

So, no, sorry. We can't supply any leaping Lords. Better luck next time.

Yours faithfully,
Mary Christmas.

Sunday, 3 January 2010

Sympathy Update...

When I woke up this morning, I greeted the cat and, startled by the rasping croak which emanated from my direction, he shot out of the catflap. He soon returned, demanding food.

I didn't feel up to singing anything at Mass, but, by the end of it, the drugs I'd taken had started to kick in, and I felt a little more human. By late afternoon, I realised that the respite had been temporary, and so headed off to the supermarket to buy more cold remedies, tissues (balsam ones help to stop the nose chaffing) and ribena (hot ribena is very comforting!)

If you are of a squeamish disposition, don't read any more... I shall go into full technicolour detail in a blatant attempt to drum up more sympathy...

The little flap of skin which hangs down from the soft palate at the back of the throat is called the uvula. By some fluke of genetics or developmental quirk, I have got two. This has never been a problem before. However, at the moment, they are both extremely swollen (they feel like golf-ball sized nodules, but this is clearly not accurate) and they keep bumping against the back of my tongue... which makes me gag as a reflex...

...it also makes swallowing very difficult...

...and I don't think I'll be yelling at anyone tomorrow morning.

...come to think of it, speaking in anything above a whisper might just prove to be beyond my capabilities.

The Ninth Day Of Christmas...

Customer Relations Department
Ye Olde True Love Gift Shoppe
Santa's Grotto, North Pole

Dear Sir,

Mr. Guest is on Annual Leave, but he has passed your correspondence on to me. I have to say that, looking at your recent orders, you appear to be deliberately antagonising my staff with the most obscure gift items possible.

The latest request, for no fewer than nine ladies dancing, is a case in point.

We sent nine dancing girls. Very good dancers they were, too... King Herod was particularly keen on the one called Salome, promised to give her half his kingdom. The fact that she settled for some poor chap's head on a platter just goes to show that one shouldn't listen to everything one's mother tells one.

But no, this was unacceptable. So, we sent nine pole dancers as a replacement, free of charge, in order to show how much we value your custom. The tirade of abuse in your latest missive was totally uncalled for: 9 female Poles, dancing and 9 females, pole dancing - well, it's an easy mistake to make.

However, in order to demonstrate that there is no ill-will on our part, we shall offer to send the next gift to your true love absolutely free, gratis and for nothing... provided it is in stock.

I remain,

Yours faithfully,
Mary Christmas (Ms.)
(Deputy Director)

Saturday, 2 January 2010

The End Is Nigh...

Time is definitely running out.

Monday sees the start of the new term for me... why is it that the first question anyone asks a teacher on holiday is "When do you go back?" No matter how much one enjoys teaching, the holidays are a definite bonus, and not to be wished away!

To add insult to injury, I now have a stinking cold: a throat made of sandpaper, golf-ball sized neck glands, feeling cold, (well, colder than usual) streaming eyes and a blocked, but simultaneously streaming, nose.

I want sympathy.

And alcohol.

I think I want more sympathy than alcohol, but it's a fine line...

The Eighth Day Of Christmas...

Customer Relations Department
Ye Olde True Love Gift Shoppe
Santa's Grotto, North Pole


Dear Sir,

We regret to inform you that we are unable to meet your order for eight maids a-milking. Domestic service and farming are two areas in which the labour force is shrinking, and unemployment has not yet risen to the levels where getting up at 5am (or thereabouts) to sit in a freezing cold and damp milking parlour, eye to eye with the business-end of a cow seems to be an attractive proposition.

The regulations concerning the transportation of cattle, what with the ravages wreaked by foot and mouth disease, mad cow disease and bovine tuberculosis, mean that delivery of the bovine element of this gift item would be delayed well past the eighth day of Christmas next year.

Once again, sincere apologies for any inconvenience caused.

Mr. E. Guest

Friday, 1 January 2010

Seeing In The New Year At Blackfen... Properly !

The previous post should, I suspect, really have been headed "Seeing Out The Old Year," concentrating, as it does, on the events of New Year's Eve.

There seems to be quite a bit of discussion over whether the next decade starts this year or next. I know the logic of saying we count to ten starting with the number one, but, on the other hand, time seems to work differently... the 20th century was the one where all the years began with "19" for example... and, when referring to "the twenties" we mean the period 1920 - 1929... 1930 belongs to the thirties!

Whether you consider this to be a new decade or not, it is indisputably a new year. I was able to start the New Year in the best possible way, although I nearly came unstuck: the days are a bit weird at the moment, and I thought that Mass at Blackfen was at 10:30am (the time for Saturdays and Sundays...) I suddenly realised that today was Friday, which meant that Mass was actually at 10am. I scooted in to church just as Fr. Tim started with the Sign of the Cross: not the best way to start Mass...

At the end of Mass we sang the Veni, Creator Spiritus... I love this hymn, but it's very tricky if you don't have the music, as I haven't quite figured out the rules for which syllables have more than one note.



Mindful of the fact that I didn't want to make a complete idiot of myself, I tried to move away from the camera (hence I missed the intonation of the first words at the start, and the camera was shaking until I got it balanced) and I didn't sing for two or three verses... and then I realised that the singing was faltering a bit, and I tried to join in again quietly... The problem is, as a soprano, I find it difficult to sing high notes quietly... and, to be honest, I find singing anything quietly well nigh impossible...

I then felt that I needed a good dose of the Extraordinary Form to set me up for the year, and I headed off to St. James' Church, Spanish Place for High Mass. I left the car at North Greenwich Station as I thought the Oxford Street sales would be in full swing, and caught the tube down to Bond Street, and walked the short distance from there.

Last time I was at Spanish Place, I had forgotten my monopod, and found that it was difficult to get really sharp images in the dim light. This time I had come prepared, and it had the added advantage that I could get the camera up above the heads of the congregation for the video... and, to a lesser extent, for the photos - though the height was limited here by my having to press the camera button!

This time the Veni, Creator Spiritus was sung before Mass, and I captured it on video. The choir were superb, so this time I just listened.



I managed to get some good photos...

In addition to His Hermeneuticalness assisting as subdeacon, there were four servers from Blackfen privileged to serve on the sanctuary, Patricius being one of them. Two of our younger servers were acolytes (I think that's what they were!) and they consented to pose for a shot afterwards with their parents...

I've only just noticed that a few of the photos are a bit crooked, but I'm too tired to try and sort them out (I took over 100 photos.) I also managed to get a few other photos inside the church...

And I think that the Crib is a fitting point at which to end this photo-fest!

Seeing In The New Year At Blackfen...

The perfect way to see out the old year and to welcome the new one! At 11pm last night, we had Exposition, followed by the Rosary, some time for silent Adoration, a hymn, (Of the Father's love begotten, I really love that one!) Benediction and then the singing of the Te Deum in thanksgiving for the past year...

I wanted to try out the video function on my super-snazzy camera, and this seemed to be the perfect opportunity - first there's the final decade of the Joyful Mysteries...


And we ended with the Te Deum. Sadly, I missed the start by a few seconds! It's also spoiled by the fact that I couldn't resist singing along, and, even though I moved away from the camera, the microphone is quite sensitive...


There is apparently a Plenary Indulgence (under the usual conditions) attached to the singing of the Te Deum at the end of the year. There's another one available for singing the Veni, Creator Spiritus at the start of the New Year... We had that at Mass this morning, both at Blackfen and St. James' Church, Spanish Place... More about that later!

The Seventh Day of Christmas...

Customer Relations Department
Ye Olde True Love Gift Shoppe
Santa's Grotto, North Pole

Dear Sir,

Seven swans a-swimming? Are you outta your mind? Don't you realise that those birds can break a man's arm? I mean, swans are not cuddly little feather dusters... Quite apart from the fact that all swans are the property of the Crown...

And how, pray, did you plan for us to deliver the water? One litre of water weighs 1 kg... that's one hell of a lot of stamps to lick.

With all due respect, I don't think you really thought through the implications. If you wish to amend your order, we will be happy to oblige.

Yours faithfully,
Mr. E. Guest.

A Very Happy New Year...

With every best wish and prayers for a happy New Year. May 2010 bring you every blessing and happiness...

(I've been away for a few days, so blogging has been very light... normal service will resume shortly!)