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Friday, December 21, 2012
A Christmas Gift
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Monday, December 17, 2012
A Love Supreme
Imagine touring the Sistine Chapel with someone who has done more than merely read some learned commentary on the paintings of Michelangelo. He has looked at them, pondered them, loved them, even waited upon them to reveal their inner harmony, and now he seeks to hand on to you what he has found. Imagine listening to a master organist, not playing the whole St. Matthew Passion but showing you, as he touches a chord here and makes a progression there, some hint of the grandeur of Bach's composition that you might miss in the overwhelming storm of its performance. Then you have an idea of what Pope Benedict XVI has attempted in his three-volume work on the life of Jesus, but most humbly and sweetly in the "Jesus of Nazareth: The Infancy Narratives."
Modern men too often see things only by the guttering firelight of politics. Pope Benedict, who wrote many works of deep scholarship while simple Joseph Ratzinger, also served as the head of the Vatican's Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, earning him a reputation among the ignorant as combative—"God's Rottweiler." It may surprise some, then, to read that Pope Benedict has written about one topic all his life long. Love is the key to his work, as it is the theme and lesson of this work. Indeed, the Pope has written that in Jesus, the man and the mission are one, and the mission is the holiness of love—of being entirely for and with God, and for and with mankind, without reserve. Now Benedict shows how this understanding of Jesus is manifest from the beginning, in his conception, his birth and his childhood.
(Go to Dr Esolen's article for the rest of the review.)
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Annual St. Ambrose Christmas Pageant 2012
St. Ambrose Christmas Pageant 2012
(photo highlights)
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
In Christ, God has spoken
from The Ascent of Mount Carmel, by St John of the Cross
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Wednesday, December 5, 2012
One Unique Book
105 God is the author of Sacred Scripture. "The divinely revealed realities, which are contained and presented in the text of Sacred Scripture, have been written down under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit."This is elaborated in the Vatican II document Dei Verbum, the Dogmatic Constituition on Divine Revelation:
11. Those divinely revealed realities which are contained and presented in Sacred Scripture have been committed to writing under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit. For holy mother Church, relying on the belief of the Apostles (see John 20:31; 2 Tim. 3:16; 2 Peter 1:19-20, 3:15-16), holds that the books of both the Old and New Testaments in their entirety, with all their parts, are sacred and canonical because written under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, they have God as their author and have been handed on as such to the Church herself. In composing the sacred books, God chose men and while employed by Him they made use of their powers and abilities, so that with Him acting in them and through them, they, as true authors, consigned to writing everything and only those things which He wanted.The inspiration of the Scriptures is not, however, a matter of some sort of mechanical dictation. Rather, as the Catechism explains:Therefore, since everything asserted by the inspired authors or sacred writers must be held to be asserted by the Holy Spirit, it follows that the books of Scripture must be acknowledged as teaching solidly, faithfully and without error that truth which God wanted put into sacred writings for the sake of salvation. Therefore "all Scripture is divinely inspired and has its use for teaching the truth and refuting error, for reformation of manners and discipline in right living, so that the man who belongs to God may be efficient and equipped for good work of every kind" (2 Tim. 3:16-17, Greek text).
106 God inspired the human authors of the sacred books. "To compose the sacred books, God chose certain men who, all the while he employed them in this task, made full use of their own faculties and powers so that, though he acted in them and by them, it was as true authors that they consigned to writing whatever he wanted written, and no more."Nevertheless, the 'Word of God' is first and foremost not a book but Christ Jesus himself. As the Catechism says:107 The inspired books teach the truth. "Since therefore all that the inspired authors or sacred writers affirm should be regarded as affirmed by the Holy Spirit, we must acknowledge that the books of Scripture firmly, faithfully, and without error teach that truth which God, for the sake of our salvation, wished to see confided to the Sacred Scriptures."
108 Still, the Christian faith is not a "religion of the book". Christianity is the religion of the "Word" of God, "not a written and mute word, but incarnate and living". If the Scriptures are not to remain a dead letter, Christ, the eternal Word of the living God, must, through the Holy Spirit, "open (our) minds to understand the Scriptures." (Luke 24:45)
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Book Reviews
Booklist
- Bible, Revised Standard Version
- Liturgy of the Hours, 4 volumes
- Peloponnesian War; Thucydides
- Vergil’s Aeneid; tr. Sarah Ruden
- The Confessions; Saint Augustine
- Holy Teaching; F. C. Bauerschmidt
- Dante’s Paradise; Anthony Esolen
- 11 Plays (two volumes); Shakespeare
- Wesley Hymns; Lillenas Publishing
- Three Classic Novels; Jane Austen
- Reading Law; A. Scalia & B.A. Garner
- The Golden Bowl; by Henry James
- Collected Works; Flannery O’Connor
- North of Boston Poems; Robert Frost
- Stages on the Road; Sigrid Undset
- Quotable Newman; David Armstrong
- Jesus of Nazareth; Pope Benedict XVI
- The Concise Oxford English Dictionary
- Lumen Christi Missal; Adam Bartlett
- Compendium of the Catholic Catechism
Friday, October 19, 2012
Canonization of Kateri Tekakwitha
And here in Utah, a celebration out in the Uintas — Sunday, Oct. 21, 11 a.m. at Blessed Kateri Tekakwitha Mission, #1, 14 Duchesne County Road, Ft. Duchesne. Reception to follow at Saint Helen Catholic Church, 433 East 2nd North, Roosevelt. Blessed Kateri was born in 1656 in an Mohawk tribe.
She was the daughter of Kenneronkwa, a Mohawk chief, and Tagaskouita, a Roman Catholic Algonquin who had been adopted into the tribe after capture. Ten years before, three Jesuit missionaries had been murdered in the Mohawk Valley (they were canonized in 1930). Nevertheless, a Catholic mission to the Mohawk Indians was started.
When Kateri turned 18, Father Jacques de Lamberville arrived to take charge of the mission in her village. Despite his misgivings, her uncle allowed her to be baptized as long as she remained in the village. Following her Baptism, Kateri lived a pious and faith-filled life, spending hours in prayer and fashioning crosses out of twigs. She also refused to marry, believing that she was married to God and that no man could take God’s place in her heart. Her beliefs were met with ridicule, hostility and threats. Thus, two years after her Baptism, she fled to St. Francis Xavier Mission, a Christian Mohawk village in Kahnawake, Quebec. There, she received her first Communion on Christmas Day 1677. She also made a vow of perpetual virginity on the Feast of the Annunciation in 1679. In Kahnawake, Kateri was known for her faith and holiness. She taught prayers to children, cared for the elderly and the sick, and would often attend mass at sunrise and sunset. Kateri’s health deteriorated in the last years of her life. She died of tuberculosis on April 17, 1680, shortly before her 24th birthday, and was buried at St. Francis Xavier Mission. Her final words were: “Jesos Konoronkwa” (“Jesus, I love you”).
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Year of Faith website
http://www.annusfidei.va/content/novaevangelizatio/en.html
which is a convenient site for links to many resources for the new evangelization. Check out, for example, the 'We Believe' tab which has links to major Church documents and the 'News' tab has current presentations, e.g. from the Synod of Bishops.
Friday, October 5, 2012
2012, The Year of Faith
at the Vatican website:
http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/motu_proprio/documents/hf_ben-xvi_motu-proprio_20111011_porta-fidei_en.html
Here's section 11 from that letter:
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Italian Festival, Aug 24-25
St Ambrose Parish Italian Festival
1929 South 2300 East, Salt Lake City, UT
(801) 485-9324
August 24, 25, 2012
Family Oriented Event
Friday evening August 24, 2012 time 5:00pm to 9:00pm
Saturday, August 25, 2012 Time 10:30am to 9:00 pm
Opening Ceremony Saturday 12:00 noon
Live Entertainment
Italian Food & Craft Booths
Italian Wine & Italian Beer
Italian - American Karaoke
Italian Car & Motor ScooterShow
Italian Movies
Bocce Tournament
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
I Have to See a Man about a Flute
Fortunately, my mother taught us not to stare, so I was able to carry on a reasonably dignified conversation without (I hope) looking like a kid at a cowboy and Indian movie. Besides, he wasn’t wearing a feathered headdress or anything beaded.
So, we talked a bit about the items he was selling, then he picked up a hand carved wooden flute and began to play. Let me tell you, I nearly swooned.
As his fingers moved easily over the 6 holes down the front of the instrument, I could almost hear the winds of time whispering through the canyons where his ancestors once lived. I could imagine hundreds of years of gatherings at campfires; and sense the sorrows and pain of a people completely in touch with the earth.
The notes of longing and hope and sorrow coming from that 18” piece of hollow pine swept me away to a place where the wind blew freely and the people understood its whims. No instruction books or sheet music, just the wistful tones of an ancient instrument in the hands of someone who understood and delighted in its primitive design.
And best of all, it was for sale.
For a mere $20 (cash only) I could be in tune with the universe and feel the sands of time between my own toes.
I completely forgot about the snowshoes and sage awaiting my purchase. All I wanted was the music, the magic of the flute. How hard could it be to make those lovely, poignant tones? All I had to do, he assured me, was keep the fourth hole covered with one finger while my other seven fingers alternated on the remaining openings.
Done deal.
I couldn’t wait to get home, to find a quiet little spot away from the noise and commotion of my bustling household. I couldn’t wait to create my own lovely, wistful tones.
Carefully, I positioned my fingers as I had been shown; and, putting the flute to my lips (while trying not to think about the germ colonies hosted there and refusing to let myself to be sidetracked by a Google search of “how to sanitize a wooden Native American flute).
I gave a tentative puff.
Hmmm. Perhaps a longer, gentler puff? A shorter burst of puff? A prolonged, even puff?
I removed the flute from my face and studied it intently. Yes, I’m certain it was the same instrument. Perhaps another try with a different finger configuration?
OK, show of hands, here. How many of you have ever heard a cat fight? Because you’ll be the ones who understand what my attempts as a Native American flutist sounded like.
How could it be? It looked so simple. I had the instrument, why couldn’t I make the music?
Sadly, I realized that it’s not the instrument; it’s the instrumentalist. And perhaps hundreds of hours of practice, but seriously…could practice make THAT much difference?
Here’s the thing. A simple piece of pine, in the hands of the master, can be the source of such beauty it brings a tear to the eye. In the hands of an unpracticed flunky, it will still bring tears; but of a different nature.
Which made me think that I am a lot like that hollow piece of wood. When I accept the touch of God, I can do wonderful and amazing things. Without His touch, I am nothing but an empty tube full of holes.
I put my silly instrument away. I think I need to go find that guy and negotiate some flute lessons.
Can You Hear Me Now?
I’ve always been a dog lover; I can name 22 dogs I’ve had the privilege to own. Well, a few of them seemed more of a punishment than a privilege; but each one brought something special into my life. Most recently I’ve adopted adult rescue dogs, but lately I’ve yearned for a puppy.
I responded to several ads, made a couple of phone calls, even made a few appointments to go see a puppy in person. But each time I was blasted with a feeling that this was not the right time, not the right puppy. I felt like the cartoon character with a little devil on one shoulder, an angel on the other; one tempting me with overdose levels of puppy cuteness, the other whispering in my ear, "Don't do it!"
“OK, God,” I said, “I’m really trying to listen for Your will, so I’m going to take this as a ‘no.’ " (Besides, I’ve learned the hard way that trying to ignore or rationalize that feeling usually leads to some sort of disaster, especially when dealing with dogs and other long term commitments. Please refer back to the “punishment” comment in paragraph 2.)
"But,” I continued, “I don’t suppose You’ll mind if I keep looking at adorable puppy pictures, as long as I wait for Your go-ahead before I go ahead.”
My family thought I was nuts.
Sometimes I agreed. I asked my husband, “So, am I crazy for wanting a puppy?”
“Well,” he replied philosophically, “I guess it’s better than wanting a baby.”
That was good enough for me.
So I headed back to the computer. And then I saw her. A puppy that looked just like my first dog, an amazing little mix of Jack Russell and mystery guest we named “Chi-Chi,” an Italian term of affection referring to her rolls of puppy fat. She was my constant companion for many years, and she set the standard for all the other dogs in my life.
Could it hurt to check out this tiny look-alike? This time there were no feelings of hesitation.
When I arrived at the address, everyone was outside playing. As I stepped through the patio doors, a teeny little puppy looked up, stopped what she was doing, and scrambled over to me, 2 ½ pounds of wags and wiggles, begging to be picked up. I scooped her up with one hand. In return, she licked my face and snuggled into my neck.
I was instantly in love. “What’s her name?” I asked the young woman. “Oh,” she replied, “I call her Chi-Chi.”
Here’s the thing. It’s always better to pray BEFORE making a decision rather than after making it. But I forgot. Besides, I know when pray for God’s will in a situation, He will open some doors and close others along the way. I figure this door was about as open as they get, and I dove through it.
So, I talked to God on the way home. “I hope this is OK with You,” I said.
I didn’t hear Him answer me, but I’m pretty sure He was smiling.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Photos - Fortnight for Freedom
Please continue to pray for our Coutry and government leaders during this critical time.
Join Us Under the Walnut Tree
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Fortnight for Freedom
- St. Ambrose Parish
- Wednesday, July 4, 2012
- After 7:00AM Mass (approximately 7:45AM)
- In front of the church (in the shade)
- Bring a lawn chair if you would like to sit or we can sit on the wall
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Happy Independence Day!
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Sacred Music Colloquium June 25th - July 1st
Friday June 29th Mass in Extraordinary Form, 5:15pm - music of Louis Vierne
Saturday June 30 Vespers, 3pm - music of Orlando di Lasso
Sunday July 1 Mass, 11am - music of Monteverdi
Other Masses at which the Colloquium participants will be singing include:
Tuesday, June 26, 5:15PM – OF English – Votive Mass of St John the Baptist
Wednesday, June 27, 5:15PM – EF – Missa Cantata - Requiem
Thursday, June 28, 5:15PM – OF – St Iranaeus – Bishop and Martyr
Saturday, June 30, 11:00AM – OF Latin – Votive of the BVM
There is also sung Morning Prayer at 8:30am.
There will be pre-Mass lectures open to the public , 3:45-4:45pm Tuesday - Friday, by: Gregory Glenn, Msgr Andrew Wadsworth, Rev. Guy Nicholls, and Dr William Mahrt.
Advice for Converts
The Church’s very oceanic vastness means that even inside one can be tempted to look at only one small corner of it and label it “Catholicism.” Some converts become obsessed with Church architecture or a particular spin on Catholic social teaching or a Marian devotion or a particular aspect of the liturgy. One of the convert clergymen at Newman’s Birmingham Oratory was so enamored of the Church’s music of choice that he wrote a book on it. Upon reading the manuscript Newman protested that Father Formby seemed to say Christ died on the Cross for Gregorian chant. Newman observed that this was not theologically accurate.
My obsession was apologetics itself. When I first came into the Church I consumed Catholic apologetic literature in great chunks—most of it geared toward answering Protestant objections to the faith. I don’t regret that. As I said, I still read it and now I even write some of it. But not nearly as much anymore. At a certain point I realized that my own view of Catholicism had a tendency to be restricted by the types of questions that I used to ask. If I were not to be stuck in a kind of intellectual and spiritual bubble I would have to continue looking at Christ from different perspectives. I would have to learn my Creed not just from the negative point of view.
Looking more deeply from other perspectives allowed me also to see and appreciate other believers—and even non-believers—in a different light. When you come into the Church from somewhere else, particularly if friends and family from somewhere else have given you trouble about it, it is easy to become harsh and impatient about others’ not seeing what you see. It is altogether too easy to become wrapped up in what non-Catholics haven’t got and not be thankful for what they do have. This doesn’t mean squishy ecumenism, but a generosity of the sort Newman demonstrated in a letter to an Evangelical Anglican:I believe what you do—but I believe more. I rejoice to think that you with all your heart and soul believe our Lord Jesus Christ to be the Saviour of the world, and of every soul who comes to him for salvation; and the sole Saviour. I wish you believed the whole counsel of God. But in this bad time, when there are so many unbelievers, I rejoice to think that you are not one of them.I have learned too often that, as Renaissance writer Thomas Browne put it, “The cause of truth may suffer in the weakness of my patronage.”