Showing posts with label James Joyce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label James Joyce. Show all posts

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Of Wedding Cakes, The Traditional Latin Mass, and LGBT Catholics


While out of State to give some lectures, I happened to notice the following letter in a local newspaper. 
Regarding "Religious views deserve respect" (Your Views, April 26):
The letter writer says that Christians who do not wish to participate in a gay wedding by providing services are making a personal decision and not a religious one.
Where exactly in the law of Moses does it say that men cannot shake hands with women? Should we conclude that it is a personal decision versus a religious one to shake hands? The writer clearly is ignorant of the basic tenets of Christianity. I could quote scriptures too numerous for this letter to support Christ's abhorrence of homosexual acts, but I won't. They are easily found.
Christians follow the teachings of Jesus Christ, and he could not have been more clear as to the importance of the role of man and wife and their commitment to each other within a family unit. Everyone's religious beliefs deserve respect, whether the writer believes it or not.
Christians across America are waiting for clarification from the courts so that we can use the protection our Constitution gives us to practice our religion.
Now I must admit that at first I thought the newspaper was being spoofed and that the letter was not serious, but some phone calls to people I know in the editorial business assured me that no, the writer was indeed serious in her claims.
I could quote scriptures too numerous for this letter to support Christ's abhorrence of homosexual acts, but I won't. They are easily found.
Well, no these quotes to support Christ’s abhorrence of homosexual acts aren’t easily found.  They don’t exist.  Nowhere in the Gospels does Christ ever mention anything to do with homosexuality.  That is not to say that he did not subscribe to the condemnation of same-sex acts that are found in the Law of Moses, but it is to say that one cannot attribute any opinion—pro or con—on the matter to Jesus (or to the Evangelists).  It is somewhat strange, I imagine that the subject never came up—or at least was left unrecorded.  Mark, Luke, and John at least lived and preached in culture where there was considerable sexual license for those of any and all preferences; if Jesus had spoken of same-sex relationships, one might expect his words to find their ways into one or another gospel.  Of course the society in which Jesus himself lived—as well as Matthew—the rather strictly regulated world of first-century Palestinian Judaism was far more rigorously policed for moral aberrance than the Graeco-Roman societies, but still, same-sex attraction exists universally throughout the human family, even where divergent behavior must remain underground for fear of censure.  On the other hand, we must consider that Jesus didn’t spend a lot of time talking about sex.  There was the woman caught in the “very act of adultery” whom he dismissed with an admonition to “sin no more;” there was the woman of bad repute in the house of Simon the Pharisee who would be “much forgiven for much has she loved.”  And, of course, there was a positive endorsement of hetero-sexual marriage “for which reason a man leaves his mother and father and clings to his wife and the two become one flesh.”  Overall, Jesus seems much more concerned about those who “bind up heavy burdens and lay them on others’ shoulders” than he does about failures of the flesh.  The people who really piss Jesus off are the Pharisees, the “I’m holier than thou” people who are not peculiar to Judaism but found among the ranks of the most devout of any and all religions. 
All of which is to say I just don’t get how baking a cake or doing a photo-shoot is a religious issue.  I’m not saying that a professional person should not be able to refuse his or her services for a particular occasion; just don’t get on your high horse about how this is because you are a “Christian” and can’t lower your standards to accommodate someone whom you judge to be of lesser moral quality.  “I give you thanks, o Lord, that I am not like the rest of men: greedy, grasping, adulterous—or even like that publican over there.”  We all know the line and it is nothing less than disgusting.  Bias is bad enough, but when gilded with religiosity it would be enough to make Jesus come right down off that cross and smack you up the side of your ****filled head.
That being said, I noticed recently that Rorate Caeli, a website that is dedicated to making the Extraordinary Form Ordinary is requesting data from Traditional Mass sites as to the demographics of their congregation.  When I first started perusing the web, Rorate Caeli was a pretty legitimate site.  Yes, it had a neo-traditional agenda but much like New Liturgical Movement it more often than not had sound research, sound thinking, and sound writing.  That has changed over the last three or four years and it now can be considered among the Katholic Krazies.  It likes to sound the occasional tocsin to alert readers of all sorts of alleged aberrations from matters liturgical to matters papal.  It also has become increasingly solicitous of funds, not a good sign in a non-commercial website.  Be that as it may, the current interest in demographics seems to aim at establishing that the Extraordinary Form is attracting an audience both younger and more male.  It wants to know how many men –proportionate to the larger congregation—are attending, as well as younger families.  I think the data will be interesting, but I think for an honest assessment they need to look at how many men are there who are not “attached” to one or another of those younger “traditional” families.  My own experience with the Usus Antiquior is somewhat limited as I find it extremely discouraging to attend Mass in pre-conciliar rites but I have noticed from my various forays of curiosity and data gathering—principally at Saint Mary Mother of God in DC and at the Church of the Holy Innocents in Manhattan—that there seems to be a somewhat disproportionate number of same-sex “duos” (to avoid the connotations of the word “couples”) as well as young men attending alone.  (Again, to avoid prejudicing the issue with stereotypes, I will forgo saying “particularly stylishly dressed young men attending alone.”)  Now, as I buy into the Pope Francis “Who am I to judge” philosophy, I am not disparaging efforts of any parish to draw and welcome members of the LGBT community.  My understanding of the word “Catholic,” in line with James Joyce (certainly not one of Holy Mother’s most reverent of sons) is “here comes everybody,” or to put it in American idiom “y’all come, now.”  But many of those ardent devotees of the TLM take a less encouraging view of our LGBT brothers and sisters in Christ.  So, Rorate Caeli, do some thorough research and let us know if the “Mass of All Ages” is particularly attractive to Gay Catholics as well as to young families.  Who knows, the Traditional Latin Mass might be a vital but as yet underused tool of the New Evangelization.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Husbands and Wives, Little Children Lost Their Lives--More on the Titanic

One of Father Browne's photographs
showing third class passengers aboard
the Titanic
To commeorate the centenary of the Titanic I have a story about an almost-priest who, unlike the three priests who went down with the ship (see blog entry for April 14) got safely off the ship--long before it met the iceberg--and lived to tell about it.  In fact, we owe many of our photos of the Titanic to this Jesuit seminarian.  Father Francis Browne wasn’t yet ordained at the time of his voyage on the Titanic—he was a Jesuit scholastic returning  to Dublin from England.  Browne was an orphan who had been raised by his uncle, Robert Browne, the Bishop of Cloyne in Ireland.  Bishop Browne was very indulgent towards his Jesuit nephew and even before the young man had entered the Jesuits had bought him a camera—something expensive and rather rare at the time, and, given the complexity of the photographic processes in the early 20th century, something for professionals.  But Jesuits always become professional what whatever skill in which they develop an interest and Frank Browne combined a photographer’s natural eye with Jesuit enthusiasm to become a world-class photographer who would gain a reputation for his skill with a camera. 
       His Lordship, as Irish Bishops are still called, also bought the young Jesuit a 1st class passage (Bishops and Jesuits don’t know that there is any other kind) on the overnight voyage of the Titanic from Southampton via Cherbourg to Queenstown (now Cobh) where his Episcopal palace and Cathedral stood.  The ship left Southampton at noon on April 11th, touched at Cherbourg and departed from there at 8:30 pm and continued on to Queenstown, the port of Cork, arriving at 11:30 am on the 12th.  It would anchor there less than two hours, picking up mail and passengers for hte final leg of its maiden voyage.   At dinner on the evening of the 11th off Cherbourg, Frank Browne was seated with an American couple who were so charmed by him that they offered to buy his passage the rest of the way to the New York.  This sort of thing used to happen to Jesuits all the time before they got into Justice and Peace; now it is mostly the Legionaires of Christ and Opus Dei who know how to work the well-to-do.  Of course Browne needed permission from his superiors and so he hopefully cabled for permission.  When the ship docked in Queenstown, Browne was handed the answer: a cable from his Provincial saying GET OFF THAT SHIP--Provincial.  Browne was understandably disappointed—for a few days.  After the ship had met its fate, Browne folded the telegram and carried it in his pocket for the rest of his life.  Unanswered prayers…    
       The Bishop had also given his nephew a letter of introduction to the Titanic’s bursar, Hugh McElroy.  Under McElroy’s patronage, Browne had the run of the ship and spent most of his short time aboard taking pictures—passengers, crew, the gymnasium, the first class dining saloon, his cabin, and, most important, the Marconi room where was the wireless that three days later would send out the calls for help.  Browne’s photo of the Marconi room is the only photograph of that room.  When Browne disembarked at Queenstown his camera came with him of course so thanks a Jesuit Provincial’s terse order we have the final surviving photographs of the Titanic.
      Browne has another claim to fame.  A classmate at the Royal University of Ireland of James Joyce, he is figured in Finnegan’s Wake as Mr. Browne, the Jesuit.