tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50767514569496626382024-02-08T11:38:06.322-05:00Sitz im lebenSitz im leben is a blog from the mind of a Catholic philosopher. I'm just your average person observing the world around me. Thanks for stopping by.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692576012191928545noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076751456949662638.post-92115363310367572142014-12-04T15:17:00.000-05:002014-12-04T15:17:07.053-05:00What is Progress?<div style="background: white; line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="color: #333333;"> In his interview-book with Peter Seewald,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>Light of the World, Pope Benedict XVI
responded to the question of the consequences of “Modern Progress” in this
manner: “A major examination of conscience should begin today. What
really is progress? Is it progress if I can destroy? Is it progress if I
myself can make, select, and dispose of human beings? How can progress be
achieved ethically and humanely? But not only would the criteria for
progress have to be reconsidered. Besides knowledge and progress, it is
also a question of the other fundamental concept of the modern era: freedom,
which is understood as the freedom to do anything.” Our world today is so
influenced by the lies relativism, consumerism, and greed (among others), that
we have forgotten what it actually means to pro-gress. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">The meaning of progress has been
lost in between the lines of the great technological advancements of the
twentieth century on the one hand, and in the bloodiest dictatorships this
world has seen on the other hand. Before the French Enlightenment and the
birth of Modernity, progress was determined by the cooperation of two defining
factors: advancement in the intellectual realm (which were mainly determined by
means of technological advancement and/or political thought) and advancement in
morality. Both of these factors had to be present for progress to be
authentic. In cases where one was present without the other, progress was
determined inauthentic and thus just a façade. In Modernity however, this
criterion for progress has been lost with the popular notion of separation from
tradition, which selfishly seeks to regulate the truth and make it something
controllable. This divorce of tradition, has led to a world that has seen
great advancements in technology and science, but, on the other side of the
coin, has immensely regressed in the realm of morality. In fact, moral
values are now something to be laughed at. They are now only something
that was once useful generations ago that have now become outdated in our
modern world that “knows better.” But do we really know better? Is
it the case that our advancements in science have given us power beyond our
capacity to maintain, inasmuch as it poses a threat to humanity?
Pope Benedict states: “It is urgently necessary to fill in the gaps in the list
of values that our society appreciates and demythologize those values that have
undergone a mythical distortion.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">I think it is important for us to
re-evaluate our criteria for progress before we can get into any kind of
conversation about the advancements of our generation. I find it rather
ironic that it has taken the complete distortion of ethical values in our world
for us to even become conscious of the fact that ethics have been lost.
This of course has not happened over night, but it is certainly something that
has become an immense problem in our world. I am not just referring to
the atrocities of the Nazi party, or the failed Marxist and neo-Marxist
dictators of the last century, but to the complete loss of identity of the
human person. We now live in a country where the institution of marriage
has lost its sacredness; where anyone can choose to change their sexual gender
for any number of reasons; where politics have been completely controlled by
selfish interest of the greedy upper-class; where a mother can choose to abort
her child for any reason at all; where the illusions of relativism and
pragmatism has infected the minds of almost every university; where we have
completely lost any sense of the Truth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">I will admit, these are difficult
times that we are faced with. And yet there is still hope. Our
world is in desperate need of a rediscovery of our human identity. We
have forgotten where we have come from. Our disconnectedness with the
world we live in and ultimately with the creator of this world, have led us to
this new dictatorship of pragmatic relativism. We must strive to
seriously re-investigate the fundamental question of metaphysics: who am I?
If I do not know my identity, I have posed the greatest threat to my
humanity. The miracle of life is the greatest gift that we have received,
we must strive therefore to defend its integrity at all stages. It is
indisputable that every human being begins their life as a fetus in the womb of
their mother, precisely because that is what a human being is at that stage of
life. This does not mean that a fetus in the womb of a mother who has decided
to abort her child is any less human than the fetus in the womb of a mother who
chooses to carry to term. The mother cannot deny this, the abortionist
cannot deny this, this is true for everyone- life begins in the womb.
Ethics begins with remembering who we are, it asks two questions: who should I
be? And what should I do? This is called ontological ethics. In our modern era we now practice what is
known as deontological ethics, and it only asks one question: what should I
do? There is no reflection about what
kind of person one is. The presumption
then becomes this: one’s actions are divorced from what kind of person one is
(my choices don’t define me; my actions don’t have moral consequences). Yikes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">As a Christian I must have the
courage to say “yes” to God without restraint, for within this obedience,
freedom becomes a reality. Mary’s fiat was not just a difficult decision
that was made out of fear. Rather, it was a decision made out of perfect
love for God and for humanity that was so free and unrestricted that God
himself was made flesh. As we ponder this great mystery of our salvation
this Advent season, let us draw close to the heart of Mary and ask for the
grace to say with all our heart—in consoling moments and in difficult ones—the
very words that filled Mary with the Holy Spirit and in which God became man:
“Fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum” (let it be done unto me according to your word). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">Veni Sancti Spiritus, veni per Mariam.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692576012191928545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076751456949662638.post-57446252070209562832014-06-04T16:06:00.000-04:002014-06-04T16:06:45.223-04:00Pentecost: Sin, Righteousness, and Condemnation Pentecost. The birth of the Church, the descent of the Holy Spirit, the day of enlightenment. Jesus told his disciples at the last supper that where he is going they cannot go, but he will send them the Advocate, the Spirit of truth.<br />
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<i>"But I tell you the truth, it is better for you that I go. For if I do not go, the Advocate will not come to you. But if I go, I will send him to you. And when he comes, he will convict the world in regard to sin and righteousness and condemnation: sin, because they do not believe in me; righteousness, because I am going to the father and you will no longer see me; condemnation, because the ruler of this world has been condemned." John 16 7-11</i><br />
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Sin, because they do not believe in me. The spirit will convince us of sin because of our lack of belief in Jesus. Think about it, God, the creator of the universe, humbled himself and became a human being. He walked with us, dined with us, and in the end, he only was able to convert a small number of people to believe in him. Their faith was weak, they did not believe in him. In the same way, today we encounter a world that is full of violence, oppression, greed, lust, power, selfishness, and so on. It is evident that this world is sinful, and we are naive in thinking that just because those of us who are blessed enough to believe in him are free from sin. Even more so are we held accountable for our sinfulness: to whom much is given, much more is expected. <br />
Righteousness, because I am going to the father, and you will no longer see me. The way in which he was to go to the father was certainly not an easy way. In fact it was the way of a shameful death, just outside the gates of the garbage dump of Jerusalem; the king of the universe was nailed to a tree next to one of the largest cesspits of the known world. Yet, in this death, life was born; sin and death have been conquered, the new way has been opened up for us. In his return to the father he was justified. No matter how shameful, how embarrassing his death was, in returning to the father, all was made right again; his mission of love came to completion: from the cross into death, into the depths of hell, back to earth to spread the good news to his disciples, and finally the ascension back to his father, back home. Now, at the right hand of the father, all is realized; all is justified--the journey is complete. <br />
Condemnation because the ruler of this world has been cast out. By the completion of the paschal mystery, satan, the ruler of this world, was cast out, he was condemned. That which had gone wrong from the beginning was rectified. In the garden Adam and Eve were led astray by disobeying God and falling for the deception of the evil one by eating from the tree. Now, in the garden of Calvary, God himself is nailed to a tree to become the food for all. The evil one was at this tree too, but this time, the one being tempted was without sin, was without blame, was the Son of God, was the unblemished lamb. And this time, the evil one had lost. Banished from this world forever, that at the name of Jesus, even the demons must obey, and fall to their knees. <br />
This Pentecost, let us pray that the Holy Spirit fills our hearts and continues to guide and sanctify the Church. Let us pray for a deeper conviction of sin, righteousness, and condemnation. That we may be filled with the grace to continue the work of the Church on earth, and truly change the word in which we live in. In the same way that Peter, and the other disciples did, despite their persecutions, death threats (and eventual deaths) were able to convert thousands at a time. Let us pray that we may be able to bring the truth of the Holy Spirit to those who have already heard the name of Jesus, and who do not believe, or who believe partially, or who even go to mass regularly but still live a lifestyle contrary to the gospel, or who have become stale and complacent in their faith. Come Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of your faithful and kindle in them the fire of your love, send forth your Spirit and they shall be created, and you shall renew the face of the earth.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692576012191928545noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076751456949662638.post-440423283612869662014-05-27T16:33:00.000-04:002014-05-31T22:47:38.032-04:00Daughter, Mother, and Spouse A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of watching my brother graduate from Ave Maria School of Law in Naples, Fl. In his homily during the bacheloriate mass, Francis Cardinal Arinze, stated the uniqueness of Mary as: "daughter of the Father, mother of the Son, and spouse of the Holy Spirit." It had not occurred to me before to think of Mary in this multidimensional way, in relation to the Trinity. Since then, and throughout this month of May, the month of Mary, I have begun to reflect more particularly in this triptychal way of our Blessed Mother.<br />
As daughter of the Father, Mary is for us the exemplar of what it means to be totally human. That is, by the singular grace of the Father, she has been saved from the stain of original sin. Her life is thus uncorrupted by concupiscence, which allowed her to live authentically the life of selfless love that we are all called to.<br />
This being true, she was still human, she had all of the same sufferings and temptations that we have. Among all of the daughters and sons of the God of Abraham, from Adam and Eve, to our young ones being born this very moment, Mary stands in our company. Because of her, we have a model of holiness; we have a new way of living--all that had been hoped for is now possible because of the faith of this little girl from Nazareth, the daughter of Joachim and Ann. Without Mary there is no Jesus; without <i>this </i>daughter of the Father, our salvation would not have been made possible.<br />
<i>Theotokos</i>--literally "God-bearer," is a title often attributed to our Blessed Mother. As mother of the Son, Mary is at the same time creature of the Creator, and mother of the Creator. For: "the Father and I are one" (John 10:30). In her created flesh, the flesh of the creator takes form. As the mother of God, she is also our mother, for the human family has been redeemed, and at the same time finds it's identity in the Paschal Mystery of our lord Jesus Christ. Without the Mother, the Son's redemption is not made possible.<br />
In the <i>Theotokos</i>, Jesus is given his human identity. That is, literally he gains all that he is through his mother (his DNA, his looks, his voice, his dialect, facial expressions--everything)! As spouse of the Spirit, the mystery of the Trinity came to dwell within her, in order for the Son to become human. In her <i>fiat</i>, the human race was forever changed, for God humbled himself and became one of us! This is why we refer to her as "full of grace," for in her the fullness of God dwelt among us; in the mystery of the Incarnation, Mary shares perfect communion with God, full of grace, so much so that God came to dwell in her womb. In her <i>fiat</i>, the hope of humanity is made possible.<br />
Devotion to Our Lady is of utter importance. It is sad that our Protestant brothers and sisters see this devotion as idolotrous, because they miss completely the essence of who Our Lady is: <i>Theotokos</i>, the one who brings us Jesus, who knows him more intimately than any other human being, who intercedes to him on our behalf, who is our Mother. Yesterday, we celebrated the feast of a great Italian friend of mine, St. Phillip Neri, who said that we should pray these words in repetition like a rosary if we are serious about our prayer life: "Blessed Mary, virgin Mother of God, pray to Jesus for me!" He says that it is a complete prayer because it recognizes Mary by invoking her blessed name, along with honoring her for who she is as virgin, and mother of God, and it invokes the most holy name of our savior. So let us follow his example and turn to our Mother who is daughter of the Father, mother of the Son, and Spouse of the Holy Spirit. Queen of Peace, pray for us!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692576012191928545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076751456949662638.post-20665704817860270962013-10-20T17:43:00.001-04:002016-11-03T08:12:16.674-04:00Hopeless Wanderer, or Misguided Education?<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As I was scrolling
through my Facebook feed the other day, I came across a quote that a family
member of mine had written. At first
glance, I was filled with a sadness for this person. Not in a pitying way, but a sort of
compassion for the way that many can “wander through” this life without ever
discovering joy. The quote goes as
follows: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“<span style="background: white;">I walk alone, wandering aimlessly into the depths of
the forest. The path less taken; taken by those desperate few. I shudder from
the inescapable cold. How much longer can I bear this helpless fate?</span>”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Perhaps it is a decent
piece of poetry which articulates the human person’s isolation from God, and
the sobering reality that the world we live in is one that is filled with
suffering. But I am near certain that
this is not the context that the author intended. Somewhere in our upbringing, or in our
educational conquest, we all encounter at some point the great questions in
life: does God exist? who am I? what kind of person should I be? These questions (among others), tend to shape
the way that we encounter the world we live in and the way in which we live our
lives. So, how did we end up here at the
“inescapable cold” and “this helpless fate?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The goal of education
is to help one to discover and understand the world around us. In a word, education helps us to encounter
reality. The problem, or “risk,” of
education (as the late Monsignor Giussani put it) is that the current system of
education is often flawed because educators no longer teach from a perspective
of tradition, but rather in an environment where it is up to the student to
decide which path to follow. At first
glance this may not seem like such a terrible idea. But the point that Giussani makes is that if education
is left to the views of skepticism and pragmatism, the result is that of the
blind leading the blind; if education does not seek a higher good, or universal
truth, then our method of educating becomes skewed. If there is no way of verifying what we learn
(whether it be through tradition, scientific evidence, history, etc.) then the
student becomes lost, and “helpless.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I disagree with my
family member that the “path less taken” is that which the individual wanders
through life, searching for some sort of desperate escape from reality. If you take a serious look around at the
world in which we live in, this statement probably describes nearly 90% of the
population. This mentality of
helplessness and wandering through life, strives to equate the skeptic with a
sense of nobility or bravery. I
disagree with this belief. It doesn’t take
much reflection or work to recognize the value of life and the value of your
own personal life. I think anyone would
agree with that. But why then is it so
difficult to encounter reality? Why do we feel alone? What has our world come
to?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I would like to
challenge my readers to take some time and put away your smart phone, and go
for a walk. Encounter the world that we
live in. Feel the breeze, watch the
trees sway in the wind, hear the birds singing songs. It doesn’t take long to realize that we are
not, in fact, alone. I strongly agree with Walker Percy, in his essay <i>Loss of the Creature</i>, where he describes
the path less taken as the sovereign knower—the one who does not simply go
through life in a banal way, standing on the shoulders of those who have come
before us, but rather, one who is courageous enough to search for the truth, to
go out of the way to discover meaning. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Education certainly
leaves us with a crisis (not in the sense that something has gone wrong, but
etymologically speaking, that we must sift through what we know, and search for
that which is true). Verification is
that which leads us to knowledge.
If we can begin to comprehend the world around us, then ultimately we
will be on the right path. If our
education leaves us feeling cold and alone in the dark, then it has failed
us. But there is still hope! There is tremendous hope. We are not alone in this world. The lie of modernity is that we are a world
of isolated individuals with our own cares and worries, which are unrelated to
others. But this could not be any
farther from the truth. We are all in
this together, and many of us share these same worries and fears. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So I will leave you
with these questions to ponder: what informs your truth? what informs your
beliefs? is scientific fact the only thing that is true? or can we discover
truth outside of science? I can’t scientifically prove that my mother loves me,
but does that make it any less true? The
beliefs of the atheist and the Christian are nearly the same. The difference is that the Christian places
his/her belief in the verifiable fact that God became a human person, in
history, was put to death, and was resurrected on the third day, so that we may
be reconciled to God the Father, and have eternal life. Science can only go so
far to “prove” this reality, but if we take a serious look at history, and God’s
revelation to humanity, it doesn’t take long to realize that there is more to
truth than science. How else could
twelve ordinary men have forever changed the world in which we live in? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692576012191928545noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076751456949662638.post-82461266805484101572013-09-13T13:07:00.000-04:002013-09-13T13:07:21.667-04:00What is Freedom? And What Does it Mean to be Free?<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Over the course of the past few months I have been
greatly interested in the question of freedom.
As I began pondering the question of human freedom, I was particularly
struck by the way that people in our society view this identifying human reality. As an American, I live in a country full of
many freedoms. After all, we are the “land
of the free.” But how many Americans take this freedom seriously? And furthermore, what is meant by
freedom? It seems to me that we just
throw this word around loosely and don’t actually know what we’re saying when
we say we live in a free country. I
guess at the heart of the matter, this question encompasses what we’re talking
about: what does it mean to say that human beings are creatures of free will?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> If
we take an honest look around at the world we live in, we can say that perhaps
there are two brands of freedom. On the
one hand, there is a brand of freedom that lives by the so called “YOLO”
mentality; a freedom that gives an individual the option to do whatever you
want, simply because you want to do so.
On the other hand, there is a freedom that liberates the individual by
way of attending to a higher ideal or moral, such as truth or justice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> I
asked a friend of mine, who is not of a religious background at all, what
freedom meant to him, and if he thought that he had free will. He maintained that we are beings with the illusion
of free will; we do the things we think we want to do, but ultimately things
play out the way that they’re supposed to and our choices have little to do
with the “bigger picture.” I was not startled
by his response, nor was I surprised, but I was definitely having a mixture of
feelings about the phrase “illusion of free will.” Our discussion led to different topics about
human freedom, and decision making but in the end, neither of us was satisfied
with the result. So I took the time to
consider his views, and decided to sit down and do a bit of thinking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> If
we are beings that have the illusion of free will, then we must step back and
define what is meant by free will. What separates
us from animals and other beings is that we have the ability to reason, in Aristotelian
terms: we have a rational soul. For my friend,
it was not good enough for him to decide between one thing or another because
he said that all of his decisions are informed by whatever ideas happen to be
influencing him at a given time. For
instance, he could not truly make a “free decision” because he has been
corrupted by different systems of thought.
For him, Christians make decisions because their religion tells them to
do so. By the same token, others make
decisions based on their upbringing, others because of political ideologies or philosophical
schools of thought. Ultimately all of
our choices are enslaved to some system of thought, so free will has become an
illusion. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> I
was troubled by this last line. But I was
not overcome. If we truly are free beings,
then we have the ability to freely make a decision. Our decisions must be
informed by our experience, that’s the whole point! If they are not, then our experiences have no
meaning or value to us and we will blindly stumble through life without ever confronting
reality. Here we must take the
initiative to evaluate and verify our experiences; we must put in the work ourselves,
this is not something that we can simply learn from someone else. Freedom is lived only out of the conviction
of reality that surrounds us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> If
my free will is informed by my experience, wouldn’t that still qualify as an “illusion
of freedom?” No. You see, freedom traditionally has an aim at
a higher good. For the Greeks, freedom
was aimed toward “the Good.” For the
Christian freedom is found in Christ.
But it does not have to be that broad to grasp the concept. Let me use the example of music. As a musician I am fascinated by the many
possibilities that exist to create something beautiful. With that aside, music comes with a structure
of rules. One must follow a tempo,
maintain a certain volume, and most importantly, play the correct notes of the
given key. One of my favorite musical
endeavors is improvisation—this is where freedom reaches its musical height,
and yet the possibilities are endless.
Yet, when I do not follow the rules, and I play a note that does not
follow the given blues scale or chord progression, I will sound off (and it is
very noticeable (especially to the trained ear)). I am given a choice: I can follow the rules
of improvisation and create wonderful music, or I can choose not to and sound
terrible. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> This
same analogy can be applied to the freedom of human beings, in our decision
making and more pertinently, in our free will. We have the freedom to act in
accordance to a higher moral, which liberates one beyond the pressures of
society, and focuses more on our destination instead of the fleeting present moment. I have done the work in my own life, and I am
convicted that our freedom must be guided by, and aimed at, something greater
than us. I notice in my own life that
when I lose this inner sense of morality, justice, truth, beauty, love, and so
on, I begin to sound “off” as if I am not playing the appropriate notes of the
key that I am living. Free will, then,
is not merely choosing something instead of another, rather it involves making
some sort of informed decision. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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no one can do this work for you, it takes an effort of self evaluation to truly
discover freedom. But I assure you that
it is definitely worth it. If free will
is an illusion, then life itself is at risk of losing all meaning. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692576012191928545noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076751456949662638.post-23514733688523826082013-06-20T15:26:00.000-04:002016-10-27T19:24:47.345-04:00Eudaemonia <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Eudaemonia
[you-day-mon-ay-ah], translated literally from Greek it roughly means something
like “the possession of a god or deity,” but more accurately it is a term to
describe what it means to truly find happiness. Eudaemonia is that which
virtually every philosopher since Plato has been after; it is the ultimate
quest of the human person, as one journeys through life seeking that which will
fulfill all our needs and desires; in constitutional terms, it is “the pursuit
of happiness.” Eudaemonia is not merely a good feeling or a passing moment of
satisfaction, rather, it is true fulfillment. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As human beings we have
a longing for the infinite (which is immensely ironic because everything on
this earth is finite). This longing
exists because it is in our very nature.
Whether it be because of original sin and concupiscence, or simply
because our souls are infinite: we have this thirst that cannot be quenched. We long for eudaemonia. So, how do we
discover eudaemonia? How can we live eudaemonia? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As human beings, we are
walking mysteries. We have a soul that is infinite and we have a body that is
finite, yet their codependent relationship is necessary for our existence. That is, I would not exist (at least
physically here on earth in space and time) without a body, nor would I exist
at all without a soul. As humans, we are dependent upon both, there is no other
way to exist. Viewing reality from this perspective,
one can see a bit clearer the human disposition: our tendency for something
more; something that is constantly fleeting us, and yet all around us at the
same time; our yearning for the infinite; our desire for fulfillment; our quest
for eudaemonia. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">No matter how many
philosophers debate the subject, or how variously different all of their
conclusions are, there seems to be (at least in the Greco-roman tradition, and
carried out in European thought up until this present day) only two possible
answers to this quest for ultimate happiness. On the one hand, there is the view
of the atheists, who claim that happiness resides in self-fulfillment: do the
best you can, for the sake of being the best, and you will find happiness. On the
other hand, there is the Christian claim that in God alone resides our
fulfillment. The atheistic claim is
anthrocentric, and even more specifically it is entirely selfish. In this view, happiness is dependent upon one’s
success, and if one happens to be unsuccessful, one is doomed never to find
happiness. The Christian claim is quite
the opposite: it is theocentric, and calls one to live life in service of
others; God does not call us to be successful, he calls us to be faithful. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In the Christian life,
eudaemonia is not discovered through my own achievements. Rather, eudaemonia exists in the encounter
with a person: Jesus of Nazareth. In the
person of Jesus, we encounter all of the same longings and desires that we
ourselves have, it’s in our human nature.
But, we also encounter something much greater than our humanity, we
encounter God himself in the flesh. The
resurrection of Jesus was an event that changed the world as we know it
forever, and when we encounter the risen lord, all of our preconceptions are
thrown out the window. The risen lord
comes to meet us where we are at, and in our faithfulness our expectations are
entirely surpassed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The Apostles didn’t have
a clue what was going to happen to them in the days that followed the
crucifixion. It seemed that all of their
hopes were empty, and that Jesus was not the messiah after all. They went about their old ways and went
fishing. They didn’t recognize him in
the road to Emmaus, not even when he came in for dinner, it wasn’t until the
breaking of the bread. And even then
that was not enough for Thomas. But he meets our expectations and exceeds them: Thomas finds himself touching the
wounds on Jesus’ glorified body; the Apostles evangelize and convert thousands
of people at a time; and twelve uneducated men start a movement that would
survive underground for three hundred years, and eventually become the largest
religion, and longest standing human institution in history. God does not call
us to be successful, he calls us to be faithful. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Eudaemonia is not
achieved by success. They say that
millionaires are among the most depressed people in our population. Eudaemonia is realized in our
faithfulness. If I am honest with
myself, every time the going gets tough, and I remain faithful, not only am I
pleased with the outcome, but my expectations are exceeded in ways that I could
not previously imagine. Things just seem
to work out. Sin is real, and it has
consequences. By the same token, faith
is real, and it too has consequences.
The power of prayer is beyond our understanding. But from my experience I can honestly say
that I have never been disappointed when I put my trust entirely in God’s
hands. Eudaemonia is detachment from
self, and detachment from possessions. Nothing
in this world will ultimately satisfy, nothing except for the love of God,
which sustains us at every moment of every day, and will continue to for the
rest of eternity. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So take a moment to
reflect: what brings you happiness? How has
serving others brought you a sense of fulfillment? Are you searching for eudaemonia and coming
up empty? What are you looking for? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692576012191928545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076751456949662638.post-8300587539641129392013-04-19T09:55:00.001-04:002013-04-19T09:55:19.264-04:00A Mission of CharityOrdinarily, I don't post blogs about other blogs, but I have decided to make an exception for a close friend of mine. Her name is Tiffany, and she is about to begin a two and a half year journey in Honduras working at an orphanage that provides shelter, education, and the basic essentials of life, called Farm of the Child. Here is a link to her <a href="http://tiffanyrossatthefarmofthechild.blogspot.com/2013/04/broken-bruised-and-battered.html" target="_blank">blog</a>, which provides a snapshot into her reality. Currently she is raising funds to support her mission trip, so if you are able to donate in any capacity, please consider contributing <a href="https://co.clickandpledge.com/sp/d1/default.aspx?wid=66520" target="_blank">here.</a> Thanks again to all of my readers for your continued support and prayer as we journey through this life together. I will be writing a new article soon, I promise! Until then, God bless!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692576012191928545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076751456949662638.post-2113532317998609182013-04-04T13:27:00.003-04:002013-04-04T17:53:46.045-04:00Belief in the Resurrection <br />
<pre style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-top: 6.0pt;"><i><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">On the first day of the week,
Mary of Magdala came to the tomb early in the morning,
while it was still dark,
and saw the stone removed from the tomb.
So she ran and went to Simon Peter
and to the other disciple whom Jesus loved, and told them,
“They have taken the Lord from the tomb,
and we don’t know where they put him.”
So Peter and the other disciple went out and came to the tomb.
They both ran, but the other disciple ran faster than Peter
and arrived at the tomb first;
he bent down and saw the burial cloths there, but did not go in.
When Simon Peter arrived after him,
he went into the tomb and saw the burial cloths there,
and the cloth that had covered his head,
not with the burial cloths but rolled up in a separate place.
Then the other disciple also went in,
the one who had arrived at the tomb first,
and he saw and believed.
For they did not yet understand the Scripture
that he had to rise from the dead (Jn 20:1-9). <o:p></o:p></span></i></pre>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> The
encounter of the empty tomb was perhaps one of the first tests of faith that
the disciples experienced after the death of Jesus. But note that the discovery of the empty tomb
does not let them down, rather, “he saw and believed”—even though, “they did
not yet understand the Scripture that he had to rise from the dead.” At first glance, this seems like such a great
contradiction. How can you believe in something without understanding it? Is
understanding the sole criterion of belief?
If we are uncertain of something, how can we come to believe in that
something? These questions have been some of the most argued and thought out in
the modern era (I even wrote my thesis on this subject (though I doubt that my
contributions came anywhere near to amounting to anything)). Philosophy itself has seemingly been stuck in
the rut that Descartes introduced when attempting to prove the existence of God
by way of certainty. Ironically, his
method only led to more doubt and uncertainty than ever before. So what does this have to do with the
resurrection? Let us do a bit of exploring. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> As
the Gospel passage states: John enters the tomb, sees that Jesus is not there,
believes, and does not yet understand that Jesus had to rise from the
dead. Makes perfect sense, right? Well, not exactly. In the Gospel accounts of
the resurrection there are three different kinds of resurrection encounters. First there is the “incognito Jesus,” where
they do not recognize him until after spending time with him (the road to
Emmaus, Mary Magdalene mistaking him as the gardener). Next is the “glorious Jesus,” where he
appears in their midst even though the door is locked, bearing the marks of his
crucifixion. And finally, there is the “missing
Jesus” encounter, namely, the account that is recorded in all four Gospels that
on the first day of the week, the tomb of Jesus is found to be empty. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> In this latter
encounter, the fact that Jesus is not there is the fire of their belief: it
brings about the possibility that he truly is the messiah; that he alone is not
bound by death; that he has been raised from the dead to new life. This new possibility is far more than
anything that the disciples had expected when they turned up outside of his
tomb on the first morning of the week.
The fact that he is not there is more terrifying than the fact of his
crucifixion. It is at this first stage
of encountering the empty tomb that they begin to put together the pieces. So much so, that by the time they encounter
him next (following the same narrative from John’s Gospel), as soon as Peter
recognizes that it is Jesus on the shore, he immediately dives into the water
and swims to him—his belief has come to fruition; he has begun to
understand. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> To make a statement of
belief is to make a claim of truth. Whether
or not this claim is accurate depends on its truthfulness. If something wasn’t true, you would not believe
it to be so. When we say to someone: “I believe
in you, you can do this,” it is an affirmation that you believe it to be true
that they can perform whatever task it is that they are facing. We may not always understand why we believe it
to be so that a person can accomplish whatever said task it is, but that does
not change our disposition. It is a
feeling, or an intuition that we have.
At the same time, it is entirely much more than that, because our claim
comes from our experience of that person, which has resulted in the conclusion “I
believe.” This is not a mere hypothesis, it is more, it is a statement that
your experiences are <i>reasonable</i> (that
is, there are many reasons which have led to you making this claim, all which
have been tried and tested, resulting in nothing else than this belief). Therefore, belief is not dependent upon
understanding.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> In his famous encyclical <i>Fides et ratio</i> (Faith and Reason), Blessed John Paul II stated
that: </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“The preaching of Christ crucified
and risen is the reef upon which the link between faith and philosophy can
break up, but it is also the reef beyond which the two can set forth upon the
boundless ocean of truth. Here we see not only the border between reason and
faith, but also the space where the two may meet.” The paschal mystery is therefore the key to
our understanding. Faith must be guided
by reason, but reason must also be guided by faith. They must harmoniously work together; they
are not contradictions to one another.
It must be reasonable for us to proclaim that Jesus has truly risen from
the dead. If it is not, then our faith
is empty. In this Easter Season, let us
therefore take the time to explore once again the reasonableness of our faith,
so that we can transform our lives and the lives of others by proclaiming with
our whole being: “Jesus the Christ has risen from the dead, alleluia!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692576012191928545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076751456949662638.post-1290495378935554022013-03-21T17:40:00.002-04:002014-06-08T08:33:26.393-04:00Stabat mater dolorosa<br />
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<i>Stabat Mater dolorosa /juxta Crucem lacrimosa/ dum pendebat
Filius. Cuius animam gementem/ contristatam et dolentem/ pertransivit gladius</i>.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>(At the
Cross her station keeping,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>stood
the mournful Mother weeping, close to her Son to the last.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>all His bitter anguish bearing,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>now at length the sword has passed.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>This famous thirteenth century hymn
grasps the heart of the divine drama which it describes. Here, at the
cross, is where the masterpiece of the cosmos reaches the height of divine
tension. That is, if we were to view salvation history as one “song” (with
many movements), the cross is that which everything has been moving toward from
the beginning, and that which everything flows forth from until the end of
time. Surely there were moments of crescendo and decrescendo, abrupt
moments of staccato, and long dramatic vibratos. However, all of them
fail in comparison to the immensity of this moment of profound darkness on the
hill of Golgotha, as this somber symphony decrescendos from pianissimo into
grand silence (three days of it too). <i>Stabat mater dolorosa.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></i>Through all of this, one thing
remains constant: Mary is faithful. No matter how painful, difficult,
strenuous, desolate, or any other word which utterly fails to describe what our
Blessed Mother was feeling in those moments, she faithfully stood by her son.
The one who gave birth to the light of the world, now ironically watches as
that flame is extinguished. The crucifixion of our Lord was indeed a
great scandal. And if it was scandalous enough for his believers to leave
him to die alone, surely it was even more of a scandal to Our Lady, who was
full of grace. If anyone was let down in this moment, it was her. Even
though she was full of grace, she did not yet understand the divine plan, and
now more than ever she felt what Simeon had foretold over thirty years prior:
“Behold, this child is set for the fall and rising of many in Israel, and for a
sign that is spoken against, and a sword will pierce your own soul also, that
thoughts out of many hearts may be revealed.” Surely now many thoughts were
being revealed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In this year of faith, we are called to reflect in a particular way on the
mysteries of what we believe, in a way that will hopefully bear fruit in
strengthening our faith. The more we reflect on faith, and the more our
faith grows, the more we notice that faith continues to surprise us. That
is, faith is not always what we think it will look like. I am challenged
every day to live my faith in new ways, many of which I could never have
foreseen. Faith always challenges us
to step outside of ourselves and follow that which is beyond. It calls us
to new places, and opens up for us new ways of understanding. I am sure
that Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI is experiencing faith in ways unimaginable to him
when he announced this year of faith. But that is how the Spirit works,
it is unpredictable, it is ever new. And yet, back at the cross, Mary
remained faithful to the end. Surely, this is not what she thought faith
would look like. Yet, this is where faith has taken her, and it is here
where she will ultimately discover faith’s meaning.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>O quam tristis et afflicta/ fuit illa benedicta,/ mater
Unigeniti! Quae moerebat et dolebat,/ pia Mater, dum videbat/ nati poenas
inclyti.</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>(O how sad and sore distressed was that Mother, highly
blest, of the sole-begotten One. Christ above in torment hangs, she beneath
beholds the pangs of her dying glorious Son.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>Try to imagine Mary’s disposition: the
stark irony of the moment while she stood there watching her son crucified and
tormented, and yet, at the same time knowing at a deeper level than anyone
else, that her son truly is the son of God, and that this was truly God’s plan.
Oh, what great contradiction she must have felt! It would have been enough to
drive any normal person insane (I know when I try to imagine it in this way
that I have to force myself to stop because the pain of contradiction just
begins to become too much to bear). And yet she faithfully stood by, trusting
in God’s plan, even though she did not quite yet understand. But hasn’t
that always been the test of faith? Trusting God no matter how absurd the
plan seems to be? Think back to Abraham. After many years of being
unable to have a child with his wife Sarah, he finally had a son, Isaac and
then was told to take him up the mountain and offer him as a sacrifice to
God. Of course we all know the story, and how at the last minute God
tells Abraham not to sacrifice his son. But, Abraham surely did not have
the foresight to see God’s plan in its entirety as he nervously climbed the
mountain with his son saying: “God will provide.” Now, atop this mountain, amidst the heights of Jerusalem, Mary stands there: hoping, praying, perhaps like Abraham “God
will provide.” But God did not provide (well, he does provide, but, he
does not come down and save his son), instead Mary hears her son cry out in
agony: “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Quis est homo qui non fleret,/ matrem Christi si videret/
in tanto supplicio? Quis non posset contristari/ Christi Matrem contemplari/
dolentem cum Filio?</i> (Is there one who would not weep, whelmed in miseries so
deep, Christ's dear Mother to behold? Can the human heart refrain from
partaking in her pain, in that Mother's pain untold?)<o:p></o:p></div>
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After everything they had been through together, this is where it all ended.
How can we not be moved by this? Is this not the ultimate let down?
Surely the Blessed Mother deserved a better way to spend her final moments with
her son than<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>this</i>?
But<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>this</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>is precisely the point;<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>this</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>is where faith leads us;<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>this</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>is the alpha and the omega;<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>this</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>is the<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>axis mundi</i>;<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>this</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>is the<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>ontos</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>and the<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>telos</i>;<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>this<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></i>is the door of faith;<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>this</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>moment contains all meaning, it is the
final analysis. Through the eyes of our Blessed Mother, at the
cross, we can begin to understand: something has gone horribly wrong, and must
be set back to right. Faith does not always match up to what we think it
will. Yet, faith does not let us down. As Jesus drew his last
breath, and Mary received his body, she must have felt a desolation like no
other. And yet, she remained faithful. She did not curse God for
taking away her son. She did not become bitter and resentful.
Rather, she patiently waited for God’s plan to unfold in its entirety.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As we draw near to Holy Week, let us look to Mary for the strength of
perseverance. Let us learn from her patience in seeing God’s work through
to the end—no matter how painful it may become. Allow yourself to be
taken to places you would not have fathomed. Be open to God, and he will
not let you down. Things may not always look like the way we want them
to, but God has our best interests in mind. The full text of this hymn
can be found here:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stabat_Mater#Text_and_translation">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stabat_Mater#Text_and_translation</a><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>I encourage you to look up the hymn
and spend some time with it in reflective prayer. I pray that you find it as
fruitful as I have. May our Lenten sacrifices continue to purify us and
prepare us for the joy of Easter. May they continue to transform us and bear
fruit in our daily lives, that we may be ready to propose the love of God to
every person that we meet. Pray for us O holy mother of God, that we may be
made worthy of the promises of Christ.<o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692576012191928545noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076751456949662638.post-22675179851115558482013-02-07T16:06:00.000-05:002013-02-07T18:39:17.835-05:00Lent is Approaching; The Question of Suffering<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> With the season of Lent on the horizon, we are
reminded to reflect on the mystery of suffering. Lent is an invitation, which particularly
calls us to journey with Christ on the path of the Paschal Mystery. In a world
filled with pleasure seeking and avoiding any type of suffering, this might
seem to be quite countercultural, or to the “good feeling pop-psychologist” it
may even be counterproductive, or even some form of masochistic downtrodden
depression. But, whatever the case, in
all honesty it is a bit odd. At least,
that is unless you know what you’re getting into. A few questions come to mind as Lent
approaches: why was redemption necessary?
Why did Jesus suffer? And what is
the point of suffering? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Redemption. This is where we must begin. But what are we being redeemed from? With the fall of man in the original sin of
Adam and Eve, they effectively isolated themselves from complete relationship
with God. Sin is a rejection of this
relationship with God because it presupposes that God’s relationship is not
good enough. Instead, Adam and Eve
wanted to make themselves gods. But even
in this ultimate rejection of God and ultimately his love, God did not give up
on human beings. This is where the
mystery of redemption comes into play. Things
were made wrong, and they need to be set right again. In this allegory from Genesis, the fall of
Adam and Eve could not have been a surprise for God. If it were, God would not be all knowing; he
would not be God. This forces us to ask
a further question, what then was the purpose of creation? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> God
did not create us to be sinful failures.
God created us for quite the opposite reason: he created us to share in
his love. This love of God, is not some
happy feeling, it does not seek its own interests, it is entirely self-giving,
it is kenotic. Kenosis, is a Greek term
that means complete and total self emptying, and paradoxically, it is in this
emptying that one finds fulfillment.
Kenosis is the love of God between the Father and the Son, united in the
bond of the Holy Spirit; the Father completely gives of himself to the Son, and
the Son completely gives of himself to the Father. This is the basis of Trinitarian theology,
and I am by no means an expert, so I will not try to explain this mystery any
further. However, this is also where we
find the answer to our questions. In the
Paschal Mystery, we find this kenotic love articulated at its highest degree in
the course of human history. This event
happened in history, in time. That is,
this event of relationship between Father and Son, which encompasses all time,
has penetrated into chronological time and opened up for us a way to enter into
it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> The
field of Theological Anthropology tells us that the purpose for creation is for
participation in the Paschal Mystery.
Quite literally, we were made for the Paschal Mystery. Whether or not you agree with this statement,
let us explore some of the consequences that come with this statement, and
perhaps there we may encounter some answers to our questions. This statement begins to make sense when we
view it in light of the question of suffering.
We suffer because we are separated from God, and yet, suffering leads us
closer to God and eventually into the discovery of love. Suffering is not a sign of despair, it is a
sign of hope. Without suffering we would
have nothing to hope for. Without hope, there
would only be suffering. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It is the victory of
the cross, that we place our hope in. This
is the great mystery of all of history: that in complete freedom Jesus chose to
suffer and give of himself completely, so much so that he died, and by doing so
transcended death and opened up a new way, the way of resurrection. The first Adam ate from the tree of life and
rejected relationality. The second Adam,
Jesus, died on the tree of life and offered redemption to relationality. This “new way” the way of resurrection is the
way that we are to travel. Quite particularly,
the way of resurrection is the way of post-crucifixion. Jesus appeared to the Twelve bearing the
marks of his crucifixion. His glorified
body, bore the marks that made resurrected love possible. St. Paul in his letter to the Corinthians (1 Corinthians
15:35-49) talks about this mystery of receiving the glorified body, in fact in
the way he speaks about it, it is a requirement for heaven. This presupposes that in some way we are all
destined to suffer with Christ and bear the marks of the cross. Perhaps this might explain why some saints
have experienced stigmata here on earth; they entered so profoundly into the
Paschal Mystery with Christ that they were able to experience beforehand what
awaited them in death, before entering into heaven. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Whatever the case, the
point of Jesus’ suffering was nothing short of the redemption of the
world. In Lent, we are called to reflect
on the suffering of Christ, with the hope of encountering a deeper
understanding of the mystery of redemption.
Our suffering is never a burden to be carried on our own, it is always a
suffering with. We suffer with Christ
because of sin: not only for our own sins, but for the effect of sin that we
feel from other’s sins. All sin has
consequences, some more than others, but in some way sin is always a furthering
of the broken relationship that we have with God. If sin is the destruction of relationality,
repentance and reconciliation is the embracing of relationality. This relationship can only be repaired
through choosing love. The choice is
ours. God has already gone before us and
prepared the way, we only have to choose it.
Pope Benedict XVI, in his book <i>In
the Beginning…</i> stated: “We can be saved only when he from whom we have cut
ourselves off takes the initiative with us and stretches out his hand to
us. Only being loved is being saved, and
only God’s love can purify damaged human love and radically reestablish the
network of relationships that have suffered from alienation” (Benedict XVI, pg
74). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So, as Lent approaches
let us prepare ourselves to reflect on the mystery of suffering. The Church asks us to enter into this mystery
by way of prayer, almsgiving, and mortification. The way we carry these out are up to us, but
in case you haven’t figured out in what way you are going to fulfill these
requests here are some easy options. Prayer:
challenge yourself to go to mass every day; pray a rosary every day; pray the Liturgy
of the Hours; make a holy hour, if not every day, perhaps you can challenge
yourself to once a week. Don’t set the
bar too high, because you will only set yourself up for failure. Start small, and don’t be afraid to exceed
your expectations when you feel called to.
Almsgiving: this is not just putting money in the collection basket on
Sunday, but you can put money in the poor box (this does not go to your parish
funds like the collection basket does), or I would encourage you to look up a
charity that stands for something you believe in and make a donation to
them. Mortification: this is more
usually carried out in the way of “giving up something for Lent.” But, it is not restricted to just giving
something up, you can carry this out in many ways. I don’t suggest wearing a hairshirt or
whipping yourself, but a more prudent way could be to fast regularly throughout
the season on different days of the week. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">However you decide to
participate this Lent, always remember why you are doing this. There will be plenty of temptation to give up
and stop doing what you’re doing, but I encourage you to stay the course. In my life, in the years that I have
faithfully entered into Lent and authentically carried out my challenges of prayer,
almsgiving, and mortification, I have had the most fruitful Easters. The joy of the resurrection is worth the cost
of suffering that it takes to get there.
So let us not be afraid to walk with Christ in the coming weeks, in
order to prepare ourselves to experience more profoundly this year the love and
joy of God on Easter Sunday. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692576012191928545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076751456949662638.post-27999391721442171872013-01-10T12:55:00.001-05:002013-01-14T15:54:07.498-05:00On the Road of Discernment<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">In
my last blog I spoke about the encounter with truth as mystery—something that
is journeyed, something that is familiar, yet, something that is totally new. As one enters into the quest for the truth,
they step outside of themselves and into the unknown. This is the great paradox of the journey: in
order to find the truth, which is something that is known in a familiar way, we
must step out into the unknown, into the unfamiliar. Perhaps we will never fully understand (but
perhaps that is precisely the point). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Recently
I made a decision that has changed my life completely (well, not completely, I
am still the same person, with the same beliefs, emotions and thirst for the
truth—more accurately this decision has changed the course of my life). For the past three and a half years I have
been in formation to become a Roman Catholic priest. It has been a wonderful journey, and I am
very thankful for all of my experiences. Most especially, all of the pastoral
situations that have been placed before me and have allowed me to witness
first-hand the work of God in the world. What a gift! I consider myself to be a
reasonable person, and the decision to leave the seminary, at first glance,
seemed very unreasonable. As a
seminarian and eventually a priest, everything is provided for you: education,
food, housing, work—everything. Furthermore,
the path of your life is laid out for you: you have a schedule, you know what
you will be doing at any given time, in fact, the rest of your life is planned
out; you are told where to study, and for how long; you are told what parish you
are to live at—literally everything is provided for you. For me, it was a very reasonable thing to
stay in formation. But things became
different, something changed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">As
I studied philosophy and became more and more interested in it, philosophy
began to change my discernment. Not in a
negative way, philosophy did not lead me away from my beliefs and desire to be
in a priest. If anything, it only led me closer to my beliefs and deepened my desire to be a priest. But, it also allowed me to ask the right
questions about myself, reality, and the way I relate to the world: who am
I? What kind of person should I be? What is the purpose of my life? These questions eventually began to keep me
up at night. Something was missing. Although I was totally content in following
the path before me, and doing the best I could to make sure I was following it
well, I had a growing awareness that perhaps this was not the direction my ship
should be sailing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">I
recall taking ENC 1101 as a junior in high school. In my first major writing assignment I was
asked to read </span></span><i style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">The Loss of the Creature</i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">
by Walker Percy, and write an essay on the sovereign knower. This assignment changed my whole outlook on
life and my encounter with reality. I
did not know it then, but this thirst for the truth that I encountered at age
sixteen would be something that I would not be able to shake--no matter how
hard I tried. I knew nothing about
philosophy at the time, but I knew something was different. A light had been turned on, and for the first
time I was authentically attempting to see. Of course,
since reading Percy, all of my travels have been greatly affected and I often
find myself wondering if I am able to encounter different sites before me in a
way that I can actually </span></span><i style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">encounter</i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">
them. But, nonetheless, it has
challenged me as a person to look past the ordinary, to step off the beaten
path and take the one less traveled. Obviously,
entering seminary was definitely a way of stepping off of the beaten path. </span></span><span style="line-height: 32px;">After all</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">, seminarians account for far less than one
percent of the world’s population. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Who
am I? What am I made for? What is the purpose of my life? What are my fears? What is happiness? What is love?
Do I love well? These questions
began to become somewhat of an annoyance to me.
To save you from all of the periphrasis, and not to get too personal,
these questions led me to the door of mystery.
In fact, my hand was on the handle and I was ready to step into the
unknown. This awareness, an awareness
that I no longer belonged in the seminary was completely terrifying, and at the
same time it was overwhelmingly exciting.
That’s how I knew it was authentic; that’s how I knew it was the next
step. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">As
I mentioned earlier, my life had a paved road, with a clear direction of where
I was heading. Eventually, I stumbled
upon a crossroad: one way kept going straight, paved, clear; the other broke off
from the pavement and wound down into the woods. I decided to follow the path into the
woods. The trail was clear and
established for a while, it was not paved, but it was present. Eventually, this trail became lost and I have
found myself making a new trail. It is
not the same, yet, it is not completely different. I have great hopes and I take comfort in
knowing that no matter what I do, it will have meaning. A meaning that I may not be able to
understand right away, but when I look back at the road I’ve been on, I know
that I can only become increasingly surprised at its profundity. I know this because as I look back now, I can
see how much meaning every moment of my life has had, even the banal ones. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The
encounter of truth as mystery, is an encounter that is fearful and
exciting. We are afraid because we are
stepping into the unknown. And yet, we
are excited because we know at a deeper level, that if we are faithful, we will
not be let down. In a similar way, St.
Matthew tells us that after the encounter with the angel in the empty tomb of
Jesus, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary left there “fearful yet overjoyed.” They have encountered the Truth. After all that had happened in the days
leading up to Easter, they were patient, they were faithful. Even when everything seemed lost: the Son of
God was put to death in a very shameful way.
Had the past three years of their life been for nothing? Was it all a dream? No.
The tomb is empty. And this could only mean one thing: that Jesus had
risen from the dead; he is the Messiah.
This kind of realization left them feeling fearful, yet, <i>overjoyed</i>. The joy outweighs the fear, and sets us free
to discover the person that we were made to be.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">So,
although things have changed, I still remain faithful. I don’t have all of the answers, and perhaps
I never will. But I take comfort in
knowing that one day I will discover what it is I am supposed to do with my
life, even if I stumble upon it in an accidental way. The only reasonable thing to do is to remain
faithful. And I’ll admit it, I am
fearful. But I can never forget all of
the wondrous events of my life which have led me here today, all of my family
and friends, and of course the incomprehensible love of God—in all of this, I
am overjoyed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692576012191928545noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076751456949662638.post-46855364637204537432013-01-04T16:03:00.000-05:002013-01-04T16:03:00.547-05:00Who Am I?<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The results of the Cartesian project
have highly problematized our encounter with truth. This is due mainly to the fact that truth is
no longer something that can be known through our experience of it, it has
become that which we can prove objectively, with certainty. Truth has become fragmented truth, and
reality itself has become distorted.
However, it is important to keep in mind that we must not be dismissive
of everything that modernity has given us.
Modern philosophy has given us many good things, and it is important not
to completely render the whole modern conversation irrelevant. It is also important to point out that, when
we critique modernity, we critique and question ourselves, because we have
grown up in a highly modernity-influenced world. With that being said, where do we go from
here? If certainty is not the best way
to encounter the truth, what is? Can
truth be encountered, and if so, how much of it can we come to know? How can encountering truth as mystery, bring
us to a better understanding of reality?
Let us keep these questions in mind as we begin to unfold and develop
the idea of truth as mystery. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Mystery presupposes that there is
something unknown, that there is something that cannot be fully grasped or
exhausted. Mystery is not a problem to
be solved, rather, it is a mystery to be lived.
It is the wondrous adventure of our lives as we journey back to God, the
source of all reality, who has created us and set us into time and space in this
world. As we begin, it is important to
keep this in mind. But, let us not get
ahead of ourselves, we must backtrack for a moment and return to this notion later. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The situation we find ourselves in is
quite peculiar. When we begin to
contemplate reality, we begin in <i>media
res</i>, in the middle of our experience.
This means that we cannot divorce ourselves from, or step outside of,
our experience. All of our experiences
have meaning for our lives, and all of our experiences have led us to this
present moment. That is to say, that
every moment of my life has come to form and shape me into the person I am, in <i>this</i> moment. I am a human being, and my way of
being-in-the-world is in and of itself a mystery. Human beings are the only natural beings that
are conscious of their existence, and that are conscious of their own end, of
death. This is truly is a wondrous
thing. At the outset of entering into
truth as mystery, we are led to wonder; the beginning of mystery is the
beginning of wonder. Wonder is the guide
for our journey into the depths of truth, into the depths of the unknown: who
am I? This question resounds in the
farthest corridor of our soul, and stretches forth into the very heart of the
mystery of Being. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">To enter into mystery is to take the
mind of an explorer. Or perhaps, we
could use the example that Jerome Miller provides in his book, <i>In the Throe of Wonder</i>. Miller gives this example of placing
ourselves in the shoes of our childhood: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">As children, we
do not know what is hidden behind the doors we are on the verge of
opening. We stand there on the verge, on
the threshold of a forbidding place we are sure it is dangerous to enter. If another child is with us, we vacillate
between terror and giggling, each of us depending on the other’s courage, and
yet at the same time afraid of following the other’s lead. It is hard for us to imagine now, that even
the most remote peaks and distant poles have been reached, what it must have
been like to be an original explorer.
Some child in us still starts at the sight of a pathless wood, or at the
thought of venturing alone into the unknown waters beyond the lifeguard’s
reach. Explorers had to be foolhardy, or
believe, like Socrates, that dying itself is the ultimate venture. [. . .] What
fascinates the child, and terrifies her at the same time, is the unknown in its
very character as unknown (Miller, pgs 34-5).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Let
us then take on the mind of a child, or that of an explorer, as we venture into
the depths of the mystery. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> We have said that certainty has led
us to limitations that cannot be described, simply because they cannot be
exhausted. For instance, I cannot come
to know a tree in the park with the same certainty that I can know the truth of
the mathematical statement 1+1=2. But, I
can come to know the tree to some degree.
In fact, in my encounter with the tree, I am led to a signifier that
points beyond the tree itself and into the depths of the unknown. It is the very aspect of life that is present
in the tree that I cannot exhaust or even fully describe. I cannot be certain about all of the elements
of this liveliness, but I can be sure of one thing: the tree is in fact,
alive. This living element cannot be fully
captured. In fact, perhaps I am so
intrigued by the living element of the tree because it in some way relates to
the living element of myself. Hence, I
am fascinated and at the same time terrified because in this recognition, I
realize that there is something beyond me, which I cannot fully describe,
something so immense that I am left to contemplate the infinite mystery before
me in a state of utter awe. This
signifying element points ultimately to God, the source of all Being.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> The wonder of mystery leads one to
continue the journey into the heart of the truth. Truth as mystery is not an unknowing, or lack
of knowledge, rather, it is the case that the more we come to know, we realize
how much more there is that we do not know, and in fact, how little we <i>actually</i> know. But, as in aletheia, the mode of truth as an
unveiling, when we enter into mystery, we can slowly peel away the outer layers
and draw closer to the source of the truth.
Certainty can only lead us to the door of mystery, it cannot open it,
precisely because that which is certain, is not mysterious. The resulting unsatisfaction from the
inability to grasp the truth in its totality, leads one to wonder. If I am here, alive, how is it that I cannot
truly come to express the reality of this liveliness? Who am I?
The door is here, and what lies beyond is not certain. It is in this place of encounter, where one
is led to wonder, and perhaps merely out of curiosity, the hand grasps the
handle. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> It takes real humility to enter
through the door of mystery. Precisely
because one has come to terms with the reality that one does not have it all
figured out. There is much more out
there to discover. It is like the great
explorers of times past, when the New World was discovered. It took real guts to go into the unknown,
especially with thoughts of sailing off the edge of the earth. It is risky business to step into mystery. Under the guide of wonder, of the hope of a
connectedness to Being, and to reality itself, we are led through the
door. We must look again at the signs
that are present in our very being-in-the-world. Life itself is a mystery. I can honestly say that I am not here by
chance, because if everything was just the result of chance, then nothing has
meaning and everything, even reality itself, eventually becomes a meaningless
quest. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> I will admit that the example of my
own personal being-in-the-world is quite unique, and perhaps it is not a strong
logical argument because of its uniqueness, but I am not making a logical
argument, I am making an existential one.
About three months into my mother’s pregnancy with me, she began to have
complications. One day she experienced
heavy bleeding and my father called the doctor.
After recalling what had happened to the doctor, the doctor determined
that my mother had had a miscarriage.
The doctor encouraged to have my father bring my mother in to have a
follow up procedure, to make sure that there was nothing left behind in her
uterus. Upon arriving at the doctor’s
office, my mother persisted to have the doctor give her an ultrasound, to make
sure she was no longer pregnant before she would have this procedure done. An ultrasound was done, and it was determined
that, in fact, she was still pregnant with me.
She did have a miscarriage, but she did not realize that she was
pregnant with twins, and that I was still alive. The doctor then advised her to have the
procedure done anyway because the pregnancy could become life threatening to
her, and the likeliness that she would carry me to term and give birth to a
healthy me, were slim to none.
Thankfully, my mother was willing to take the risk and stay in bed, on
her back, for six painful months. She
opened the door and stepped into the mysteries of faith, hope and love. She successfully gave birth to a healthy me,
on time, with no threat to her own health.
For as Christians, “we walk by faith, not by sight” (2 Corinthians 5:7).
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> My being-in-the-world is a mystery. Oftentimes I wonder why it was I who survived
and not my twin. But it was not up to me
to decide, and the reality is, that I am here.
All life is a profound mystery, and the signifiers of life point
directly to God who created us out of love and out of nothing, <i>ex nihilo</i>. In my
lifetime, I would consider myself lucky to have amounted enough knowledge that
can be likened to that of a small jetty or inlet, on the shores of the vast
ocean of truth. No matter how large or
small this inlet is, it ultimately is minuscule when compared to the endless
ocean of truth. And yet it is at these shores, the shores of
my contemplation of the mystery, where I begin to encounter and discover truth,
and the ocean begins open up into the abyss of Being. So, as we sit here today
contemplating the world around us, let us ask ourselves that first question:
who am I? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692576012191928545noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076751456949662638.post-29107043520077786422012-12-21T18:14:00.002-05:002012-12-23T18:10:27.314-05:00Sitting in the Living<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Biblical exegetes have a nice little German phrase
that sums up the way we are to encounter the texts of the Bible: <i>sitz im leben</i>. Translated literally, the
phrase means “sitting in the living.”
The original meaning in German more accurately translates into something
like: “the way the story is told.”
Hence, the texts of the Old Testament are the way in which the story is
told by the people of Israel; the <i>sitz im
leben</i> of the Old Testament cannot be understood outside of the <i>sitz im leben</i> of the Jewish Tradition,
for this is the way that <i>their </i>story
is told. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I chose this phrase as the title of my blog because
I am captivated by the double meaning that it holds. On the one hand, I am literally “sitting in
the living”—we all are—we cannot step outside of our experiences and oftentimes
we fail to recognize the importance of the present “living” moment. On the other hand, blogs are the way in which
<i>our</i> stories are told. This blog will be nothing more than an
authentic quest for the truth as I journey through life in this chaotic world. My intention is to take a step back and
reflect on current events, with the hope of discovering meaning in them, no
matter how banal or irrelevant the everydayness of life can oftentimes seem. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Admittedly, I did not plan on writing this blog for
some time. I decided to reserve the
domain name a few days ago, but I did not intend on writing anything for quite a
while, at least until I felt that I had something <i>good</i> to say. However, it
quickly dawned on me that it would be inauthentic of me to wait for an epiphany
of sorts, especially since it would be contrary to the purpose of this blog (<i>Sitting in the Living</i> not <i>Waiting for Some Stroke of Genius</i>). It also occurred to me that it would be very
appropriate to write this blog today, for this is the day that the world was
supposedly coming to an end. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As I scrolled through my Facebook newsfeed this
morning, I was unsure how to feel. At
first, I was laughing to myself at the remarks that were being made about still
being alive, but as I scrolled further, my emotions shifted drastically. I began to grow more and more disturbed as I
realized how obsessed everyone was with this Mayan “prediction” (which actually
was not a prediction at all but merely a failure of language, in which the
Mayans did not possess the numerical potential to keep counting after today)
and saddened by how subjective and pragmatic our culture has become. This was evident by the way everyone was so
quick to assume that the world would end when it reached midnight in their
particular time zone, or that somehow, their region of the world was spared
from the “apocalypse.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I do find it quite ironic that in a world filled
with religious skepticism and sensitivity, millions of people can be so quick
to believe the assumptions of an ancient dead religion that they know
absolutely nothing about, other than what they have seen on the History
Channel—which only televises the truth, of course. I find it intriguing that every few years or
so, someone, somewhere, comes up with some sort of scheme on how the world is
ending on this or that particular day.
Not only do many people jump on these “end of the world” bandwagons, but
some even stockpile on canned goods and bottled water with the hopes that they
will somehow survive these apocalyptic events.
Then, on the other end of the spectrum, there is the YOLO mentality (You
Only Live Once, for those who are not familiar with the term) which has the mindset
that, if we are going to die anyway, we might as well have as much “fun” as we
can right now—detached from any moral reflection, because life is all about
“feeling good.” I find it funny that
this form of “New Age Epicureanism,” is miles and miles away from the way of
life that Epicurus actually envisioned (which included seeking pleasure and
avoiding pain, but in much more complicated ways than we understand this today). Perhaps it is time to pump the breaks and ask
ourselves how we got to this point? When
did our culture become so naïve? How is it that in our world, which is so
overly concerned with cultural identity, we have essentially bred a generation
of people who have lost any sense of culture? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">I do not claim to
have an answer to these questions, but they do raise some interesting points that
should not be overlooked. One would
think that if the world were truly coming to an end, people would be more
concerned with their salvation, or the moral state of their soul, rather than
how much promiscuity and drunkenness they can accomplish in one night. I guess that is the heart of the problem
though: we have forgotten that we are eternal; we have forgotten that our
actions have consequences; we have forgotten the purpose of our lives. In our effortless attempts to find
satisfaction in the most convenient ways, we have somehow become disconnected
from that which we were actually looking for.
For example, many of us would rather settle for </span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">McDonalds</span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> than cooking a
gourmet meal. So, as I am sitting in the
living, I will leave you with these questions to ponder: what are you looking
for? And what is the purpose of your life? </span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10692576012191928545noreply@blogger.com2