Thursday, July 20, 2017

Value in Missing

In our world today there are so few opportunities to miss things. I miss missing things. I don't miss having access to food; I have access to food everywhere and at all times. I don't miss music; any song ever recorded is in my pocket. I don't miss light; I can make my house brighter than the sun any time I want. I don't miss being informed about the world; it takes a heroic effort to be uninformed.

It's hard to miss people, too. I have no excuse to have time apart from people. I can text or call or Facetime anyone at any moment.  Practically speaking, death or estrangement are the only ways we can get away with missing someone. There is no benign way of not speaking to or seeing someone for a while because doing these things are so easy.

I find, though, that I do miss some things. I miss a simple meal after a day of hunger. I miss a pitch-black night after a bright day. I miss that first moment of a concert or a CD or a record when I hear the music I've waited a long time to hear again. I miss places so absent of noise that I can hear the breeze blow over things. I miss the days I had where I used to wonder about the answers to things, but I had to wait until I could go to the library and find books about them.

I miss, most of all, the days when I almost forgot the way a person looked, or the sound of their voice, or the quirks of their personality, and then they were there again, in my presence, and I was flooded with joy.

A world without missing is a world without joy.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

150 Psalms

I've never read the Psalms all the way through before, but by this week's end I will have, and I only started last Friday. I'm using a book I got soon after I became Catholic but never used much until now: My Daily Psalm Book, arranged by Father Frey.

The nice thing about this book is that it doesn't matter what time it is or what day of the week: there is always something to pray. Essentially, this is the Roman Breviary from before Vatican II, put in an English translation (from the Vulgate), and stripped of all the antiphons, readings, responsories, and extra prayers. So, this book divides the whole Book of Psalms according to the hours of the day for a seven day cycle.

I have been surprised how little time it takes and how straightforward it all is. I pray the hours aloud and typically do it during times when I might otherwise have checked my email or social media. Here is how I've been doing it:

Matins: right after waking up or (partially, since matins is divided into three parts called nocturns) the night before.

Lauds: immediately after Matins, or after my shower and coffee.

Prime: in my truck before going into the office.

Terce: during my midmorning break.

Sext: at the beginning of lunch break

None: in my truck before I drive home from work.

Vespers: right before dinner.

Compline: after dinner.

Matins (next day): right before bed if praying part of it the night before.


So far, so good. I find myself even getting excited for the next hour to pray. Matins takes the longest. If I pray it with Lauds it takes 25-30 minutes. Prime through None are the shortest. They only take a couple minutes.

I find, having the Psalms on my lips throughout the day, it influences my thoughts and actions. If I lose my temper or sin, and a few hours later I'm asking God to rebuke angry, violent, and sinful men, I immediately repent of what I've done. I find that in the Psalms I'm constantly hearing David complain to God about people like me. Then I tell God that I'm sorry for being that way, that I want to be a better man and be the kind of man praised by the Psalms. Then there are the Psalms of praise and thanksgiving, and they remind me of all God has done for me and all I have to be thankful for, which is easy to forget about in the midst of a busy day.


Saturday, July 15, 2017

Numb to death

When I was in fourth grade my Aunt Susie died due to complications with polio and pneumonia. On Saturday mornings Dad would wake me up early and take me to work with him. My sister stayed home with Mom most of the time. I never knew what Dad did at work on Saturdays; he always dropped me off at Granddaddy and Meme's house. Meme was my step grandmother. Aunt Susie lived in the old house next to Granddaddy's. It was the little house my dad grew up in. There was a shortwave radio transmitter in the living room that they used to use to talk to relatives in England.

Uncle Pat, one of my dad's brothers, lived with Aunt Susie for a while too. He also had polio. I remember him as a quiet bearded man who used to wake up in the afternoon and would sometimes get around the house using his arms if he wasn't in his wheelchair. Aunt Susie could walk with braces, but most of the day she sat in bed and knitted or read. She had a cocker spaniel named Chelsea and a pair of blue and green birds in a cage on her porch. She had a hedge of Korean boxwood on the other side of the rail. I remember because one Saturday she let me borrow scissors so I could trim them. Whenever dad would get me in the afternoons Aunt Susie would give me a piece of carrot cake and strawberry candy. I wish I could remember the sound of her voice.

I remember her death more clearly than anyone's. She was the first person I loved who died. Dad got a call one afternoon. I was playing with toys in my room but I remember going to listen in because Dad sounded much quieter and more cryptic than normal.

Since Aunt Susie's death many more in my family and even some friends have died. Three years ago, I was walking through the art museum in Indianapolis with two of my first Ball State friends, Nathan and Chauncey. Now both are gone. This year, so many have died that I have too little time to process it before something else happens. It still doesn't seem real that my grandmother is gone.

This week one of my dad's best friends died. He was more to us than my dad's best friend. He had dinner with us almost every week for the past ten years. He was always there when I was with my dad. He was like family, and his family considered us family too. I went to his funeral today. His family decided to have him cremated and scatter his ashes. I could not believe this cloud of dust scattering across the field and blowing through the pine trees was the man I was sitting next to at dinner three weeks ago. It doesn't seem real.


Thursday, July 13, 2017

True Friendship & Marriage

I wish to take up again the subject of true friendship and marriage. I believe that true friendship and marriage are separate but equal institutions (to use a phrase with an unfortunate history). True friends are one soul in two bodies. Spouses are two souls in one body. A true friend is another self. A spouse is a selfed other united by body.

True friendship has always been rare, due to its requiring excellence of character and its being biologically unnecessary, but in our culture it is in an actual crisis, as in it is no longer valued or understood as it should be. Friendship is a term thrown around very casually and haphazardly in our culture, and most real friendships are friendships of utility or pleasure. While these lower forms of friendship are not necessarily bad, and even essential for our social cohesion as a species, they do not live up to the highest and most praiseworthy friendships venerated among the ancients.

One way in which I think many good people in our culture have tried to fix the crisis of true friendship is to try to appropriate it into marriage. True marriage is also in a crisis and that's another discussion which I will not get into here. I think that the two institutions require separate treatments, and while fixing one will help hold up the other, they cannot be addressed as if they were one without causing confusion which hinders both.

In order to be both true friends and a spouse with another, one would have to be both one body and one soul with them. This violates the fundamental uniqueness and individuality of each person, and so God has not made this possible for us. Marriage is the bond of the masculine soul and the feminine soul. The boundary in marriage distinguishes souls. In order to be good spouses, there has to be a bodily union of two different types of souls that complement each other. Marriage requires the maximal expression of masculine and feminine polarity; in fact the bodily union is impossible without it. 

Friendship, on the other hand, requires that there be no carnal union. The boundary distinguishes the bodies. In the case of friendship between men and women, the masculine/feminine polarity must be minimized in order to maintain this boundary. In most cases true friendship is not plausible between men and women if there is a possibility of sexual attraction.

As I see it, then, in our very natures are written the propensity for man and woman to join bodies in marriage and man and man or woman and woman to join souls in true friendship. 

I am speaking of marriage and true friendship in terms of their relation to sexuality in order to distinguish them, but sameness of sex is, of course, not all that true friendship is about, nor is marriage only about being complementary in sex. There are many aspects of the two that overlap, such as trust, endurance, fidelity, good-will, exclusivity, etc. I think the overlapping qualities of marriage and true friendship are part of the reason why people confuse the two.

It's helpful, then, to contrast marriage and true friendship. For instance, while both are exclusive, they are not exclusive in the same way or in the same degree. A true friendship is exclusive in the sense that a true friend is in a true friendship with some but not with others. On the other hand, the exclusivity of true friendship is not jealous or possessive as in marriage, because true friendship lacks an element of eros and, furthermore, does not constitute a union of bodies (as the body has a right to the possession and jealousy of itself, so does the union of bodies between man and woman in marriage). 

The soul is more free to give and unite itself with a wider (though arguably not extensive) range of persons, for the soul is not bound by the same limitations as the body. Thus, while a body cannot unite with a third body without breaking union with the second, the soul can unite with more than one person simultaneously. Thus, marriage exhausts the unitive faculty of the body but true friendship does not exhaust the unitive faculties of the soul.

Another way in which true friendship and marriage contrast is in the direction of gaze. True friends, united in soul, gaze together at a common direction. Spouses, united in body, gaze inward at each other. So, for instance, true friends may grow together as men; they may gaze together toward the goal of being good men, but they do not give their manhood to each other or gaze toward the manhood of the other to possess it. Likewise, a man doesn't grow in manhood together with his wife; they do not share the common goal of excellent manhood; rather, he gives her the gift of the growth of his manhood, and she returns likewise with her womanhood.

These are just some of the reasons why I believe true friendship and marriage are separate but equal relationships. I do not mean in saying these things that men and women cannot be true friends with each other, but that they can only be true friends if the conditions are in place that make marriage between them impossible. And likewise, men and women can only be spouses if the conditions are in place that make true friendship between them impossible.

The mutual exclusivity of marriage and true friendship are not a bad thing at all; in fact by standing against each other they hold each other up. If it were even possible for true friends to be spouses, the world would be a worse place, because each person could "have it all" in one relationship, and every family might be tempted to become an island. But, by engineering us such that we cannot be one soul in two bodies with the same person with whom we are two souls in one body, God encourages us to turn also outside the family, and this is how He wants the love to spread around. And that makes the world a better place and fulfills us more as humans.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

What am I?

Man is not capable of knowing what he is. What man is must be revealed to him by God. This is one thing (flowing out of the thought of St. Augustine) I read in Hannah Arendt's The Human Condition, which I have been reading since I went to Savannah.

I think that whenever a people has an overly narrow idea of what man is, God proves them wrong by bringing into existence men who don't fit this idea. Oftentimes people wish or do violence on these enfleshed reproaches; it is not the reproaches whom they are angry with, it is with the God who delivered them.

I have been angry with God, but I thought I was only angry at myself or at other people. I wasn't ready to accept what He made me to be. I wanted to fit the narrow ideas that the world offered for my compliance. But, learning that God wishes to speak to me and through me in my very being, I now wish to be silent to learn what He has to say. Allowing God to speak can be a dangerous thing. Many times I prayed but was afraid He'd say something.

The thought that God willed me into being in order to speak through my being may be the most frightening thing I've ever thought about myself. What if I don't want to speak what He has to say? What if I'll be hurt? What if I won't make it out alive? What will become of me if I don't allow Him to speak? And yet, He speaks without my consent. He speaks while I'm asleep, while I'm daydreaming, while I'm busy with other things. Even now.

And what applies to me, applies to everyone. Therefore for whomever I wish were never or were no more, I wish to silence God.

'Black Beauty'

Yesterday seemed like a good day to take out my macro lens and get some photos in the garden.

Lilium 'Black Beauty'

Lilium 'Black Beauty'

Coreopsis pubescens

Cosmos sulphureus

Cosmos sulphureus

Sabatia angularis (wildflower)

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Justice & Mercy

Yesterday after work I stopped by my parish church for a bit and later went to downtown Opelika for our monthly young adult group meeting.

Lee County Courthouse, downtown Opelika, Alabama
St. Michael the Archangel Catholic Church