(Un)Happy Birthday...

I am not a happy bunny. I want sympathy. Lots of it...

First things first... it's my (*ahem*)th birthday, and I was due to go and work at a school to do some supply teaching. This could be considered good news, apart from the fact that the Agency seemed to think I'd need something along the lines of body armour, as the school was what they referred to as "challenging." I would quite have liked to turn down the work (I mean, why work on your birthday if you don't have to), but Summer is a thin time of year for supply, and there's no work at all during the holidays which are rapidly approaching...

I went to check my emails, and found that the cat had been sick on the keyboard... and the computer was making very strange noises. I cleaned the keyboard, checked the cat, but couldn't check my emails as the keyboard didn't work any more.

The school actually had a nice feel to it. ...unfortunately, I guess my day really got off to a bad start when I accidentally wrote on the interactive whiteboard with a normal whiteboard pen... (in my defence, someone had taped some notices up on it with sellotape, covering the word "Promethean") With a sinking feeling I tried to find a technician or science teacher so that I could confess my heinous crime. Luckily it had been a proper dry-wipe whiteboard marker, and the application of ethanol with cotton wool succeeded in restoring the board to its original state.

I did manage to avert a water-bomb incident (threatening children in a non-Catholic school isn't half as much fun as in a Catholic one... hellfire for all eternity just doesn't cut it!) and the rest of the day went reasonably well. Until the end of the last period.

Another teacher came in and informed me that she had come to relieve me, and that I should go down to reception. Cover teachers don't normally get covered, so I was a little confused. I also spent three minutes trying to work out what rules or regulations I had unwittingly infringed...

Reception directed me to some workmen, who were shuffling their feet and looking slightly guilty. They asked me to walk over to my car, as they had had a little accident, and they needed my details...

They had been cutting the grass on a verge outside the school, and a stone had been thrown up, and, you guessed it, smashed my driver window. The particular model of car isn't common, so Autoglass didn't have the glass in stock, but a perspex one could be fitted temporarily, if I could drive over to the nearest centre before someone or other went home...

I know, I know... "offer it up" !!

I've Decided...

...it may well be a time-saving device, but Bloglines takes all the fun out of blogging. I've got litttle incentive to go back and read some of the less "immediate" stories, and that is when I did most of my commenting. Re-reading comments and posts when there were no updates also got me thinking a bit more.

...and instead of checking the blogs at set intervals, I find myself clicking every time there's a little red dot, to find out exactly who has updated their blogs, and why.

Water Sports...

My journey home was a little interesting... the rain started some time in the afternoon, and got progressively worse as I drove home. I have to admit that the sensation of aquaplaning while on the Dartford Suspension Bridge in a high wind is not something I'd care to repeat in a hurry...

Ladies Who Lunch...

I had a really lovely afternoon again. This time I went to visit my old friend Newhousenewjob for a late lunch. I hadn't seen the new house, so that was enjoyable, and the new job seemed to be very flexible with regard to hours of work, which, given how much we had to catch up on, was probably just as well.

Neither of us likes having photos taken, and so we contented ourselves with snapping away at the delicious lunch which Newhousenewjob had prepared.

I got to sample the yoghurt cake recommended on Newhouse's blog, and, on my remarking that tomorrow was my birthday, she insisted I take some home... something for which I needed very little in the way of arm-twisting. My friend also lamented the fact that I hadn't mentioned the impending birthday (though I was able to point out that I had blogged about it... in passing...) which meant that she had no candles for the cake. I promised that I would rectify the situation as soon as I got home...

Should We Bother To Listen To The Public?

I kid you not... that was one of the questions asked at the end of the HFEA consultation meeting this evening. Ok, I simplified it a bit for the purposes of making a catchy post heading, but not much.

The majority of the audience seemed to be very much opposed to the idea of allowing the creation of human-animal hybrids and chimeras. Josephine Quintavalle spoke well, and she was actually backed up by John Cornwell, something I hadn't expected from a writer for The Tablet. The token clergyman, Anglican, did his best to sit on the fence. If he doesn't get down soon he'll get splinters where the sun don't shine. The two Science types kept banging on about how the human-animal hybrids were absolutely essential for working out the basic processes involved in cell development and differentiation, that this would be essential for working out therapies, and that the hybrid embryos would never be allowed to go to term, so the public was worrying unnecessarily.

My inward response* to this was that cell processes, at a basic level, are pretty much the same whichever mammal you use, so why not use mammals and leave human embryos out of it (if all you want to do is study the processes), that therapies involving adult and placental stem cells would be far less controversial ethically, and so more research should be done on them, and finally, that it's all very well to say that the hybrids would never be allowed to go to term, but we used to believe that cloned animals would never be allowed to go to term... and yet, somehow, we ended up with Dolly the sheep.

*I did try to make these responses out loud, but wasn't picked to get given a microphone.

The ethical considerations were not really dealt with. I came in late, to find that several people were contesting that embryos were not human beings, and therefore were not worthy of being treated with dignity. Comments were made to the effect that those who were ill with progressive diseases like Parkinson's, or people with relatives suffering from such diseases would have a very different idea about treatments which needed to be developed using embryo research. The chap from The Tablet actually warned about ends-justifying-means, and said that this led to the slippery slope. A particularly vociferous scientist challenged him to state where the slippery slope actually led... and I was pleased to hear him respond "the death camps." It is so true: the doctors in Nazi Germany justified their research on "sub-humans" because they hoped to get cures for diseases and such like.

And before you have a pop at me in the combox for equating such scientific endeavours with the Nazi death camps, and telling me that I'd feel differently if someone close to me had a debilitating and progressive disease, I would just like to point out that my mother is German, my grandfather has Alzheimer's Disease, and my grandmother had Parkinson's Disease. I have also worked in a laboratory with fellow scientists who believed that embryos were just sources of cellular tissue, and I know how easy it is for scientists to push the envelope that little bit further just to see "what would happen if..."

Although the ethical issues were not dealt with as fully as they might have been, I got the distinct impression that the majority of people present were unhappy with the idea of hybrids and chimeras. However, I was also confirmed in my opinion that the HFEA considered the meeting to be little more than a PR exercise: the question about whether the public should be consulted on matters of scientific research implied that the public were the great unwashed, and could not possibly understand matters of such scientific complexity, so the decisions should be left to the scientists. I shall watch carefully to see the final outcome of the consultation. I fully expect the opinion of the HFEA to be firmly in favour of allowing the creation of human-animal hybrids.

But then, I'm cynical like that.

If you want to try and prove me wrong, the online consultation is still running, so please take some time to fill in the form HERE.

See, I Told You The Motu Proprio Was Out Today !

Well, I was right, wasn't I? It is not my fault that there was another Motu Proprio around! No-one mentioned this possibility...

*sigh*

However, the German Language source, Kathnet, thinks that the real one is going to be released on 6th July.

That means the Veuve has a little extra chilling time...

Time...

I love blogging. I simply adore clicking on my various groups of favourites and watching ten blogs open in tabs, and then browsing through each blog to see what's going on... or not.

It was getting to be a little time-consuming: I had to choose between reading every blog which I considered to be vaguely entertaining (and following up on promising links), and writing up my own blog posts. So, naturally, there were some blogs I checked more than others...

...And then I was encouraged to use Bloglines. Bloglines checks all your favourite blogs for you, and lets you know when they've been updated. You can read the updates without even visiting the blog. There's even a little blue doobrey-whatsit alert thingy which sits at the bottom of the browser: it develops an attack of measles when something new is up (well, ok, I shall stop exaggerating... it gets a red spot!)

It certainly saves time. But now I find myself looking at the blue alert, and I realise that there's no point clicking on the blogs, because there's nobody home... *sniff* My clicking finger is getting withdrawal symptoms...

...Oh well, I shall just have to go and play on Facebook !

I'm Not Entirely Certain About This...

You Are Merlot

Smooth, confident, and popular - you're the type most likely to order wine for the whole group. You seem to breeze through life on your intuition and wit. And no one seems to mind! You're comfortable in any social situation you find yourself in, and you never feel outclassed. And while you live a charmed life, you never let it go to your head. You are truly down to earth and a great friend. Deep down you are: Balanced and mature Your partying style: Surprisingly wild... when you let loose, you really let loose Your company is enjoyed best with: Some greasy pizza

What Kind of Wine Are You?

Actually I think I go better with a steak and chips. Or roast duck and frites...

Twitch of the mantilla to A Thorn in the Pew.

Miles Jesu Martyrs Walk

I didn't manage to go to this, but I'm delighted to read that it went well. The chaps from Miles Jesu are really great, and two of the speakers, Joanna Bogle and Fr. Nicholas Schofield, are known to me, and they are excellent.

Jay has a post with some pretty good photos. Fr. Nicholas posted the text of the talk he gave, along with a more general post (which has a photo of three bloggers!) Jackie (Catholic Mom of 10) has several photo posts, but no main post with information to link to, so I guess I need to do a general link to the whole blog so that you can browse through the pictures at will!!

How About This For A Caption Competition?

Definitely inspired. Twitch of the mantilla to the Cannonball.

This Is PAINFUL !

Ok, now I am really getting twitchy... apparently Tuesdays are good for Vatican announcements. Thursdays are good too, but Tuesdays are better. I have this from a good authority. If he's got it wrong, then he'll be typing his own letters for a while, while I sulk.

Speculation is rife that the Holy Father will release the Motu Proprio before he went on holiday. His holiday is scheduled for 9th July. There are two Tuesdays between now and 9th July...

...and I see that Fr. Zuhlsdorf thinks that the document is being printed ! I don't quite understand how a document can be signed before it is printed, and I thought it had been signed already, but maybe they do things differently at the Vatican...

However, I think I shall have to buy another bottle of Veuve Cliquot, and an ice bucket. Just in case...

Progress?

Heheheheh... I may actually have achieved something. After my latest post on the destruction of a Marian shrine in China, surprise, surprise... my blog appears to have been blocked in China.

It is possible that it's just a blip, but, according to Sitemeter, I haven't had any visits from China lately...

Check out your own site HERE.

Caution !

It would appear that this blog is rated PG ! Mantilla twitched in Orthometer's direction.

Will He, Won't He...?

Rumours and speculation have abounded for weeks. Today is apparently the big day. No, sorry, I'm not talking about the Motu Proprio (Ohhh, I wish that I were!) Instead, I'm talking about our soon-to-be-ex-Prime Minister, Tony Blair.

The rumours have suggested that he is planning to convert to Catholicism. His visit to the Holy Father later today, as his last official European engagement, is taken by the press to mean that Blair wants to discuss terms and conditions... (I sincerely hope that praying for the EU deliberations to over-run so that he missed his slot doesn't constitute a mortal sin, otherwise I'm in trouble.)

Don't misunderstand me. If Tony Blair has experienced a true conversion, and wishes to embrace the Catholic Faith, then I would be delighted for him. I experienced a major conversion and returned to the fold nearly fifteen years ago, and it is something I shall be eternally grateful for (literally!) I wouldn't dream of placing obstacles in the way of anyone else.

But, embracing the Catholic Faith means exactly that: embracing it. All of it. The nice bits, the comfortable "I've-come-home" bits, the bits that you've felt were right instinctively all your life, and the difficult bits that you don't-quite-understand, and the unfashionable, uncomfortable bits that might just lose us friends. The Faith. In its glorious and magnificent entirety.

Conversion also means renouncing the mistakes of the past, and admitting that they were wrong. This change of heart can be very difficult for one's relationships with friends who shared previous ideas and ideologies, and sometimes there has to be a parting of the ways. This isn't easy, but for most people it is a quiet and private affair.

However, Tony Blair is a public figure. He may protest that his faith is a private matter, but Church teaching doesn't just cover private belief; public behaviour is also involved. The penances given in Confession were once public, and penitents had to stand at the door of the church in sackcloth and ashes for a certain period (determined by the sin) to prove their contrition (this is where the idea of "days off" with regard to partial indulgences arose... ) Mr Blair's voting record on abortion is public knowledge (he has, for example, voted three times to allow abortion up to birth) as is his stance on homosexuality (he said that he "did a little skip" of joy when the first Civil Partnerships were celebrated.)

So, If Tony Blair wants to be received into the Catholic Church, then, in order to avoid causing scandal (which is still a sin, though it isn't fashionable to mention it in these days of public soul-searching on Trisha and Oprah) he really must speak out and renounce his former actions in public. He will need to stand up and swear to accepting the whole of the Catholic Faith. In public.

I also read that Mr Blair wants to be considered for the diaconate. This strikes me as trying to run before you can walk. The report also added that he thought that he could be fast-tracked due to his previous role as Prime Minister. If this is true (and I put emphasis on the "if"), then it is one of the clearest indications that he is definitely not suitable for ordination.

You can read a report on Tony Blair's impending visit in the Daily Mail (which cites Blair's stance on abortion as an impediment.)

UPDATE: Although no earth-shattering announcements have been made, Fr. Ray posts a picture of the meeting between the Holy Father and Tony Blair (and I love the caption), and Fr. Tim has obtained some amazing photos of the lunch given by Cardinal Murphy-O'Connor at the English College. Oh, and the blip in the Earth's gravitational field is the result of several of the English Martyrs rotating in their graves...

The Coolest Logo EVER !

Browsing, as you do, I spotted the following illustration, and thought it was quite nice. The sort of thing you'd see on a Brother Cadfael book cover. And then I looked at it more closely... and decided that it really is absolutely brilliant!

Twitch of the mantilla to Cate.

English Bishops And The Motu Proprio

This really made me choke on my tea. Twitch of the mantilla to the Confused Papist. And apologies to Edvard Munch.

Not Quite What Was Meant...

Heheheh... all this stuff about buckled shoes and the Classical Rite. I spotted this cartoon over at The Confused Papist...

30,000 th Visitor

Well, well, well... I've actually passed the 30,000 visitor mark. I wasn't expecting to do so until tomorrow, but there's been an unexpected upswing: I had more than 200 visitors today.

Visitor 30,000 doesn't have much in the way of information available. Sitemeter says that the computer uses Microsoft Windows XP as an operating system, and Firefox as a browser. The ISP was unknown. However, the visitor came from The Muniment Room, and stayed for nearly half an hour, leaving via the combox on the post about the Brighton Bloggers' Lunch...

Whoever you are, congratulations! You win a Hail Mary for your intentions (to be said at Mass tomorrow!)

And Speaking Of Backbone...

...Cardinal Pell seems to have more than his fair share. The more I read about this man, the more I like him. Perhaps we can petition Rome to snaffle him for Westminster when Cardinal Murphy-O'Connor hangs up his hat?

Anyway, in addition to making teachers take an oath of fidelity to the Magisterium and warning Catholic politicians about the religious consequences of their voting tendencies (among other things), the Cardinal is to be interrogated by a Parlimentary Committee for contempt of Parliament. This carries a maximum jail sentence of 25 years.

I say we should start up a Cardinal Pell Fan Club...

Persecution

It is so easy to get bogged down with the injustices and sacrileges which happen in the West. Yes, there are places where it isn't possible to get a Classical Rite Mass, and yes, the Novus Ordo Liturgy can be mangled so that the sense of the Sacred is lost in the teeth-achingly awful happy-clappy atmosphere. And yes, sometimes one wishes that our Bishops would remember that, as mammals, they should be able to locate a backbone and stand up to the secular culture.

But reading reports on Zenit about the Church's sufferings in other countries, such as China, make me realise just how fortunate I am.

The sanctuary of Our Lady of Mount Carmel will be dynamited following a government decision that the pilgrimage site is a place of illegal religious activity.

The Henan Province government will prevent the annual July 16 pilgrimage, which normally draws 40,000 pilgrims for the feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel, AsiaNews reported.

The shrine was built in 1903 by a priest from the Pontifical Institute for Foreign Missions, Monsignor Stefano Scarsella, then apostolic vicar to northern Henan. The shrine was meant to thank the Blessed Virgin for preserving Christians from the dangers of the Boxer Rebellion.

The sanctuary lies in Tianjiajing, in the Diocese of Anyang, in a scenic, mountainous area that some speculate will be used for a commercial or government building.

The provincial government has mobilized 700 soldiers for military exercises in the area since May 12, when the planned destruction was announced. Roads leading to the shrine are closed and pedestrians who go near the area are searched.

The faithful of the Diocese of Anyang, appealing through AsiaNews, said: "We ask all our brothers and sisters in the Lord to pray for us and spread our message to all the faithful of the world."

Having just come back from a pilgrimage to Lourdes, I am saddened to hear that so many Chinese Christians will be denied a chance to go to their own shrine, especially since they have only recently rebuilt it. Read more about it HERE.

And Another June Baby...

Ok, still no sign of the Motu Proprio, so I guess I'll just have to content myself with celebrating Mark's birthday...

...Hope you have a good one, buddy!

More On The 99 Names

As the Brighton line goes all the way to Victoria, it seemed to be rather fortuitous that we had arranged the bloggers' lunch for the very day of the Beautiful Names concert at Westminster Cathedral.

Fr. Tim and I arrived at about 6:30pm, and found that the police had anticipated our arrival. There were already some people in the corral praying and holding placards proclaiming the Divinity of Christ. Another priest, Fr. Clifton, soon joined us. Both priests took the opportunity to speak to reporters, and at 7pm Fr Tim started us off in singing the Credo, and lead the prayers and hymns (you can see the programme he came up with over on his blog.)

It was a very good-natured protest (I remember being involved in one or two protests as a radical student, and the atmosphere was far more confrontational and unpleasant) and although we didn't stop anyone going in to the concert, we were at least able to make some people aware of the inappropriateness of a concert proclaiming the Names of Allah being performed in a Catholic Cathedral consecrated to the Precious Blood of Our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. It is hard to understand why the concert had to be performed in the Cathedral and not at the Royal Albert Hall, or the South Bank...

The real extent of the sacrilege becomes clear when you consider that, in order to prepare the Cathedral for the concert, the regular Masses occurring that day were moved... to the Cathedral Hall ! I think this action amply demonstrates the priorities of the English hierarchy.

You can read more about the Prayer Vigil HERE.

UPDATE: I noticed a question on another blog about numbers in attendance. We did a head-count, and found that there were 60 people present at the protest.

Bloggers Of The World, Unite...

...or, at the very least, have an excellent and entertaining lunch! I was invited down to Brighton with Fr. Tim Finigan (Hermeneutic of Continuity) to meet Fr. Ray Blake (Saint Mary Magdalen), and was delighted to see that Fr. John Boyle (South Ashford Priest) and Fr Seán Finnegan (lately of Valle Adurni) were also there.

I hate having my photo taken... the only photo I am really happy with is my profile picture: the back of my head with me wearing a mantilla is definitely my best side! I offered to be the "official" photographer for the occasion (as you can see from the snaps I took of Fr Ray (above) and Fr Seán (left)), but unfortunately I was overruled... Looking at the photos which have appeared on the respective blogs, I see that my judgement was correct, and I shall ensure that I don't give in so easily again!

However, since this is my blog, I shall break ranks and put up the much better photo I took after lunch...

Our Lady Of The Rosary School Fete

I live alone, and because I've taken vows I shall never have children of my own: ordinarily this would mean that I wouldn't go to the local School Fête. However, one of the great things about our Parish is that it does feel like a sort of massive extended family, so going to the Fête was a pretty major social event last Saturday...

I managed to snap a photo of Brenda Ash (in the blue jacket) who, in recognition of all she does as parish Organist and Choir Mistress, and her involvement with the school, was the Guest of Honour. I missed her opening of the Fête as I went to the wrong school entrance. John Murphy, the Headmaster, and his wife Margaret were also willing to pose!

I feel that these two ladies deserved a medal for bravery: out in the open, selling strawberries and cream. The heavens kept opening, and I didn't manage to see what their emergency procedures were like, but the bowls weren't filled with rainwater, so they must have been pretty fast on the draw!

The bottle stall is usually a popular one. I rarely win anything, but it wasn't for want of trying!! As it so happens, there was another stall with bottles of water and wine with the tops covered by plastic cups. The idea was to pick a bottle, and if it was an unopened bottle, you got to keep it. I did manage to win on that one!









Hair Spraying, tattoos (the non-permanent variety) and face painting were also popular. The ladies on the hair spraying stall tried to convince me I should go brunette for the occasion, but I was a little reluctant...

I think this was one of my favourite stalls: the crockery was real, and there was something very satisfying about trying to smash it to smithereens. Unfortunately I am such a lousy shot that there were plenty of undamaged plates left over...


Funny how men always want to play with a barbecue...


...and no Catholic event would be complete without the UCM Cake Stall !

I didn't manage to get photos of the donkey rides, the hoopla stall, the kiddies' play garden, the bar (and many, many others) because I had a burger in one hand and my winnings (bottle of wine) in the other, and holding a camera under those circumstances is a bit tricky. All-in-all, a very enjoyable afternoon!

Beauty

Poverty is a virtue extolled by many, many Saints of the Church. However, this poverty only applied to their personal lives and circumstances. The worship of God deserved only the very best that people could provide: often they scrimped and saved to donate money to be spent on this worship. People gave of their best.

Church architecture, décor, the altars, statues, Mass vessels, linens, vestments, music... all reflected the beauty of God, the Creator of all Beauty, and helped to raise the hearts and minds of the people to the worship of God.

It is sad that this idea has been lost by so many, and Mass is celebrated using the bare minimum in the name of "simplicity" leaving beautiful vestments and other accoutrements hidden away in cupboards (I am not talking about places and situations where the bare minimum is all that can be afforded.)

Anyway, one of the great things about blogging and the Internet is that it is possible to see so much of our beautiful Catholic heritage.

Carolina Canonball went to a Franciscan Monastery in DC for the weekend, and she's put up some pictures which are breathtaking. Check them out HERE (the Sanctuary), HERE (the Catacombs) and HERE (the grounds.)

Happy Birthday !

...to Ma Beck, who's had one heck of a year.

(...and no, I'm not trying to suggest anything about your age by including lots of candles!)

BTW, I bet it doesn't taste half as good as those pound cakes you sent Fr Tim... (one of which I managed to snaffle for my renewal of vows - it was delicious !!)

The 99 Beautiful Names

Hmmph! Not satisfied with the public display of napkins and the ridiculous championing of the book launch for Archer's Gospel of Judas, Westminster Cathedral have done it again. This time they plan to host a concert by Taverner. They do a lot of concerts, and while I personally think Cathedrals shouldn't be used for such secular pursuits, I suppose it is a way of raising some much-needed cash.

However, the work to be premiered is Taverner's The Beautiful Names (of Allah). The work is being performed at the request of HRH Prince (I-want-to-be-defender-of-faiths) Charles. It also includes the playing of Tibetan Temple gongs (or something of that ilk.) Fr Tim raised the issue a couple of weeks ago.

The Cathedral Administrator, Mgr. Langham, is quoted as saying that it's a secular concert, not an act of worship.

Oh really? I'm sorry, but a recitation of the 99 Names of God may not be considered to be an act of worship by Mgr. Langham, but I'd really like to know what Muslims think about this. Just writing about their Prophet in the wrong way gets them pretty steamed, as does printing cartoon pictures. Don't misunderstand me - I do not believe it's ok to insult someone's faith or their holy leaders. But what I am trying to say is that I think your average Muslim would consider this recitation of the Holy Names to be an act of worship.

Similarly, if you started to sing "Tower of Ivory, House of Gold, Morning Star, Health of the Sick" or similar, then, no matter what musical accompaniment or where you sang it, I would immediately associate this with Our Lady and the Litany of Loreto.

I don't care if people try to muddy the waters by stating that Christians and Muslims are both People of the Book and so worship the same God. We do not. Muslims specifically rejected the Bible, and their Book is the Qur'an. Muslims revere Jesus as the Prophet Isa, but not as the Son of God, not as the Second Person of the Trinity. They consider that to be blasphemy.

Now, either God is Father, Son and Holy Spirit (the Christian view) or He is not (the Muslim view.) Either Jesus is the Son of God or He is not. You get the general idea: Christians worship Jesus Christ as the Second Person of the Trinity. God from God. Indivisible. So you can't separate Him off and say that, oh well, apart from that little point, we still worship the same God. That little point is the basis of our Faith: Jesus Christ, God Incarnate, died on the Cross to save and redeem us.

The fiasco over the "Gospel of Judas" was bad enough. That was just a book launch. This recitation of the Beautiful Names of Allah has crossed the line: Westminster Cathedral is a Roman Catholic place of worship - and it houses the remains of several Cardinals, a saint and the Real Presence of Our Blessed Lord himself. I doubt that you would be able to have a recitation of Handel's Messiah (however secular the performance) in a Mosque. Muslims have a more sensitive appreciation of what a place of worship should be used for.

Oh, and I believe that Tibetan Temple gongs are used to "summon" the deity. I dread to think what might be being summoned. It's certainly not the Holy Trinity, nor the Holy Angels, nor the Communion of Saints. I leave you to work it through to its logical conclusion.

I am delighted to read, on Catholic Action UK, that there are plans for a protest outside the Cathedral at the time of the performance. I think recitations of the Rosary, and of the Litanies of the Holy Name of Jesus and of Loreto are definitely called for. The concert starts at 7:30pm on Tuesday 19th June.

UPDATE: Fr. Tim is trying to see who else is going to be around for the protest. Watch this space for further details.

The Effects Of Alcohol...

Having spent several years researching the effects of alcohol consumption (no word of a lie, and I'm not referring to my personal studies in the bar!) it has become a source of endless amusement to read about how all the great alcoholic drinks were invented (or at least promoted) by Religious Orders (think of Chartreuse, Benedictine, Burgundy (yes, monks were responsible for tending those vineyards), Dom Perignon... etc. etc... you get the picture.) Now they've gone a step further...

Over at Idle Speculations, there is a report that Spanish nuns agreed to take part in a study for medical research which involved drinking half a litre of beer each day...

...I forget what the results showed.

Fabulous News!

Err... no, sorry, NOT the Motu Proprio, but still pretty neat news anyway, and as far as I can see I've managed to get my post in early...

Matt Doyle has passed his exams and is henceforth to be known as the Big 3D - "Doctor Daddy Doyle."

Pop over to pass on your congratulations on his tremendous achievement HERE.

I Said I Wouldn't Do It Again, But...

I know, I know... I promised myself (and several other people) that I wasn't going to rise to the bait again. I was going to be a good girl, and just wait patiently. If the Motu Proprio arrived, then I'd party on down with the rest, but I wasn't going to try and guess when it was due out, because there had been far too many false alarms already.

I had schooled myself so well that, when Fr. Zuhlsdorf reported that the document was waiting for translation into Latin, my heart hardly skipped a beat (though I did run the comment past Fr Tim to see what he thought of it.) But I didn't post on it.

I even managed to stay calm when I read that July 14th had also been proposed - partly because Fr. Z was pretty dismissive.

But then I spotted his latest post: there is a report out suggesting that the Holy Father will publish the Motu Proprio before he leaves the Apostolic Palace in Rome for his summer break.

This isn't much help to me: I have no idea when the Holy Father plans to go on holiday. I do know that he's going to be meeting Tony Blair before Blair steps down as PM on 27th June. I seem to recall that the meeting will be on June 23rd, and since there was a suggestion that Blair would be staying at the English College as a guest of Cardinal Murphy-O'Connor, presumably the Holy Father will still be at the Vatican rather than meeting Blair at Castelgandolpho...

However, what got me really excited was Fr. Z's comment that a friend of the Pope, Monsignor Nicholas Bux, says it is a matter of days before the Motu Proprio is released.

Oooh... I better go and buy another bottle of bubbly, just in case...

(Mantilla-twitch to Carolina Canonball for the photo which I swiped from her latest blog banner... but I'm sure she'll forgive me, as I did provide the caption...!)

The Bad Catholic's Guide

As I mentioned before, Ma Beck and I are reading the same book (albeit different copies... transatlantic book sharing clubs never did get off the ground): The Bad Catholic's Guide to Wine, Whiskey & Song by John Zmirak & Denise Matychowiak.

I haven't read the first book in the series (The Bad Catholic's Guide to Good Living) but, based on my reading of the first few entries of the second book, I had to pop over to Amazon and order it.

This book is a treasure trove of fascinating trivia about different alcoholic beverages and the history behind them. And, as that history is generally Catholic and often monastic, the book is also a mine of information on Catholic religious orders, customs and beliefs.

And the authors are sound on Church teaching. The following quote, found under Benedictine, should give you the general feel. It follows a quote from Pope Benedict XVI's first encyclical, Deus Caritas Est, where he says that man tries to make his sexuality a mere object which is both enjoyable and harmless...

In the spiritual realm, whatever is harmless is also generally useless. [Footnote: Here we must choose between two authorities: St John (Apocalypse 3:16: "So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spew thee out of my mouth") and Golidilocks ("'Ahhh, this porridge is just right,' she said happily and she ate it all up")] If you don't believe us, close this book immediately; call someone to whom you're fairly indifferent to join you at Appleby's for a pitcher of non-alcoholic beer. Now compare that to holding hands with a beloved spouse at Mass watching real wine turn into real blood...

Excuse me, I need to go and read my book...

Die Hard (The Evil Bunny Version)

...well, ok, I lied about the evil bit. However, as I've shown in a previous post, there's nothing cute about bunnies.

It's a quiet day in the blogosphere, and I've been curled up with a book for much of today (by a strange coincidence, Ma Beck is reading the same one), so I thought I'd pass on this little gem which I spotted over at Orthometer. 30 second summaries of various films, filmed in bun-o-vision. So far none of the clips meant anything, as I hadn't watched the originals. However, I'm rather a fan of Bruce Willis, and so this take-off of the Die Hard movie had me chuckling. Unfortunately it doesn't seem to provide an embedding code, so you have to click HERE to watch it.

The Mind Boggles

I was going through my favourite blogs (you know who you are, people!) when I spotted the picture above on Fr Z's blog. I didn't quite see why it was worth blogging about...

...until I scrolled down and saw the entire picture.

A Question Of Nomenclature

When girl altar servers were "allowed" by Rome (after they had been introduced in a direct act of disobedience) there were many who predicted that boy servers would decrease in numbers. The reason was obvious: most servers are at the age where they don't readily "mix" with the other sex. As a teacher, I could see it quite clearly in any classroom.

The boys are less mature, and generally more rumbustious and a lot more fidgety than girls of the same age. The girls, getting the hang of things more quickly, are more likely to carry out their tasks more efficiently. The boys don't like being told what to do by the girls, and they certainly don't like to be made to feel incompetent. So they back off, and the girls take over. The difference between serving at the altar and the classroom is that serving at the altar is voluntary. The boys, ever more conscious that they are surrounded by girls on the sanctuary, just stop turning up. It becomes a "sissy" activity.

This is exactly what has happened. No surprises there.

Unfortunately, when you allow little girls to serve, then you have to allow the older ones to serve as well. And this then brings up the question: at what age should female servers no longer be allowed to serve?

Rise and Pray had a picture from Westminster Cathedral's Corpus Christi procession, which highlighted the problem. The thurifer was a woman. I'm not too good at estimating ages, but let's say she was no spring chicken and leave it at that. And a mature woman in a cassock and cotta gives a very wrong impression: were it not for the fact that the photo was from Westminster Cathedral, I would have assumed it to be from the Anglican Church.

There is one further problem: if a girl altar server is called a "serviette," what does one call a more mature woman server? I think "napkin" would be quite appropriate... any other suggestions in the combox gratefully accepted!

A Case Of Bullying...

I shall have to consider a reduction in my daily blogging time: I have been informed, in no uncertain terms, that I am online for too long...

...Sylvester has taken to sitting on the arm of the chair next to my computer. He occasionally used to lean forward and put his front paws on the computer desk and head-butt me gently on the chin.

Obviously this did not get his point across strongly enough. Today he sat on the chair and reached forward with his paw to tap me on my arm. When I turned to look at him, he sat back, nonchalantly, and pretended it wasn't him. And when I looked back at the screen and the keyboard, he did it again, with his claws out a bit...

I'm actually being bullied by my cat.

UPDATE: Sophie (the cat who allows herself to be fed and housed by Cate) has written Sylvester a little note, with a picture of herself. She's pretty gorgeous too (but not as scary-looking.)

Purgatory

I've just completed reading Fr. Faber's short book on Purgatory - My copy was a book, that is, but in the front the publishers (TAN, who else... I love these guys) make it clear that the book is actually chapter 9 from his book All for Jesus.

In it, Fr. Faber outlines the two views of Purgatory held by the Church, not contradictory views, and both valid. The first is that the experience of Purgatory is a bit like Hell, as punishment for our unforgiven venial sins is justly meted out. The second view is that the soul in Purgatory experiences the pain of knowing its need for purification before being embraced by the Beatific Vision.

The helplessness of the Souls in Purgatory is described, and Fr. Faber explains how prayers and Masses for the Holy Souls give honour to God's glory, and also allows us to exercise perfectly the theological virtues of Faith, Hope and Charity. Devotion to the Holy Souls also has a salutary effect on our spiritual life:

In the first place, it is a hidden work from first to last. We do not see the results, so that there is little food for vainglory; neither is it a devotion the exercise of which appears in any way before the eyes of others. It implies, moreover, an utter ignoring of self, by making away with our own satisfactions and indulgences and keeping up a tender interest in an object which does not directly concern ourselves... It leads us to think purely of souls, which is very difficult to do in this material world... We thus gain a habit of mind which is fatal to the spirit of the world and to the tyranny of human respect, while it goes far to counteract the poison of self-love.

On a slightly less serious note, I jokingly observed to Fr. Tim that the fires of Purgatory would have the advantage of being warm (I'm nearly always in jumpers and my car's air conditioning only gets used when other people are in my car.) He was quick to point out that, in my case, they were going to be something in the region of "arctic". Somehow I don't think he was joking...

You Know You're Addicted To Coffee When...

...You're employee of the month at the local coffee house and you don't even work there.
...Your eyes stay open when you sneeze.
...You don't sweat, you percolate.
...You walk twenty miles on the treadmill before you realise it's not hooked up.
...Your birthday is a national holiday in Brazil.
...You name your cats Cream and Sugar.
...Your coffee mug is insured by Lloyds of London.
...You haven't blinked since the last lunar eclipse.

Personal Rules

Oh Lord, another tag. I'm tempted to plead temporary insanity, but Newhousenewjob knows me too well to believe that it's temporary, and is unlikely to let me off the hook. Added to which, it looks interesting, though I doubt I'll be able to come up with as many as ten foibles...

"I think it would be safe to say that we all have personal rules that we live by. Surely it's not just ME. I'm not talking about moral rules, like "Do not kill." I'm talking about the silly policies we impose on ourselves, like "Never eat anything you can't identify," or "Don't step on sidewalk cracks." For some reason, I started mentally listing the quirky rules I follow and got curious about other people's personal rules. Hey, why not start a meme?"

Ok, so here are mine:

1. "A cup of coffee" for me is actually plural. It works the same way with tea...

2. I don't eat vegetables. Potatoes don't count as vegetables (especially if they're chipped and deep-fried) but tomatoes do...

3. I never drink any alcohol if I'm driving anywhere, even if I won't be driving until much later.

4. I'm usually the one driving when I go out for a meal, and so I generally order a coke. I hate getting a straw with it, and the ice and lemon just get in the way... so I usually give the order to the waiter as: "Large coke, please - no ice, no lemon, no straw, thank you!"

5. I don't phone people for a chat after 9pm (except for one friend who is a real night-owl, and she has indicated that she prefers late-night calls) or before 9am.

6. At home, I sleep with the radio on.

7. If I'm on my own, I have to have something to read when I eat.

8. As a teacher, I hate having students walking behind my chair. I believe in keeping them exactly where I can see them... I'm also extremely territorial... my classroom, my desk, my chair, my cupboard...

I can't think of anything else... and this is one I'm going to leave open to anyone interested. Just leave a note in the combox to say you've taken me up on my tag!

A Variation On The Duck Theme

I can't remember which Blogger uses the expression, perhaps he (I'm almost certain it's a "he," and I have an inkling he's a priest) can enlighten me... but it goes something like "If it looks like a duck, and walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, then it is probably safe to assume it is a duck..."

Newhousenewjob put up a link to The Simple and the Ordinary: the author, Christine M has a thoughtful post on what exactly makes someone Catholic... and concludes that it doesn't just mean that you think you're Catholic. If you act contrary to, and think and speak against the basic Truths taught by the Church, then, no matter how you try to convince yourself otherwise, you're no longer a practicing Catholic...