Another argument for the vow of silence

Why the universal "shush" sign? Behold:

10 Unintentionally Hilarious Christian Music Videos

Beginning of School Prayer

My classes started yesterday, and that morning my husband, sic, gathered the kids around to pray for and bless me on the way to teaching the next generation of college students theology.

My 10 year old son, with sufficient reverence, put his hand on my shoulder and said "Dear God--please bless Mom as she starts to teach theology to the college students. Please help her not lose her job and let her students pass. Amen."

I thanked him for setting the bar low.

A Rerun in Honor of the Feast of St. Augustine: The Augustine/Oprah showdown

In three movements, Augustine charitably squashes Oprah's interrogation methods like a grape and wins over the studio audience.

Friday's QOTD

The good Christian should beware of mathematicians, and all those who make empty prophecies. The danger already exists that the mathematicians have made a covenant with the devil to darken the spirit and to confine man in the bonds of Hell.

--St. Augustine (feast day, August 28th)

to which this mathematically challenged person says "Amen, brother!"

p.s. Sorry, Mom (a retired math teacher)

The Domestication of Transcendence: or, Why I Prefer Minnesota

Of course. My neighbor to the east, Milwaukee: land of festivals, beer, and Catholics.

I'm just too Southern to appreciate this, and too newly Minnesotan to not rub it in. Wave this short in front of a Baptist and he'd faint dead away. Plus it's trivializing the Lord of the Universe.

In other words, bleah.

Locution or Brain Doodle?

In the bus to work (yes, it begins) this morning:

"Be of good cheer, I have overcome the academic year!"

Voting takes place in the midrash box.

Friday's QOTD

What we love, we shall grow to resemble.

--St. Bernard of Clairvaux (his feast today)

I sure hope this doesn't mean we're going to look like facebook.

Swamped, but holding a dang cool outline

Swamped: that's me. Going under once, twice...

Part of the reason for this sad state? I am trying to finish a sabbatical proposal to write a book (a serious theological one this time...I know it's hard to believe, even for me, but I'm trained in contemporary systematic theology). As I was wringing my hands about the challenge of this on facebook, fb friends Dcn. Scott and Steve kindly came up with a title, marketing plan, and outline for me.

Title: The Irony of It All: ironically iconic systematic theology and other captivating tales
in eight volumes

Vol. I: God n'Stuff.

Vol. II: The Fat Church: Ecclesiology and You

Vol. III: Like Chocolate for Mysticism

Vol. IV: Fist Fights and Name-Calling: The Early Church Councils

Vol. V: Nominalism: What's in a Name?

Vol. VI: It's Not a Haunting, Its an Open Window: Pneumatology

Vol. VII: Defeasable Deontology: Hedging My Bets

Vol. VIII: It's a God! It's a Man! It's...Christology!

($2.99 ebook edition)

Tempting as this outline is, I'll be back when when I'm closer to done with the real proposal. By the way, that much more slender tome, Dear Communion of Saints, is still for sale, and Susan Thies just gave it the nicest review on Lulu. Thanks, Susan! You can buy it various places in print and electronically through the tab at the top of this page.

p.s. Thanks, guys!

The Domestic Church In Action

Even children get the sacredness of a mom-time nap.

HT Jesus Needs New PR.

Friday's QOTD

Most people wish to serve God - but only in an advisory capacity.

--Author Unknown

Today's reading: Ezekiel 12:1

The word of the LORD came to me:
Son of man, you live in the midst of a rebellious house

Wow. Who knew that Ezekiel was a parent of small kids at the end of summer vacation?

The Twisted Drama of Green Eggs and Ham, Uncloaked

Above: Song of innocence or song of experience?

In honor of today's 50th anniversary of the publication of Green Eggs and Ham, a relevant re-run:


The Twisted Drama of Green Eggs and Ham, Uncloaked

The Ironic Catholic has made a dramatic and horrifying discovery that must be shared, for the good of toddlerdom. If St. Ignatius could "see Christ all in all things," then a Catholic mom doing Lent (perhaps too well) can see Lent in Dr. Seuss. Brace yourself, and read:



I am Sam
I am Sam
Sam I am


(The narrative opens with a direct reference to YHWH, "I am who am". Sam is symbolically connected to the Ultimate Good using three syllables per three lines, an indirect trinitarian reference. As Sam will be found to be the instigator of temptation, this triplet announces Sam as an anti-Christ figure, and sets up the dark nature of the book. Henceforth, he shall be referred to as Sam/Satan.)


That Sam-I-am!
That Sam-I-am!
I do not like
that Sam-I-am!


(The forthright denial by the adult with no name (hereafter "Nameless Soul") sounds clear, but the meaning remains muddled. Does he dislike YHWH? Or does he dislike the Father of lies? This statement provides an initial sketch of the troubled nature of this Nameless Soul caught in temptation, clearly, a kind of "Everyman".)


Do you like
green eggs and ham?

I do not like them,
Sam-I-am.
I do not like
green eggs and ham.


(Why "green eggs and ham"? Clearly Sam/Satan attempts to offer the unnatural as the good. Nameless Soul, still in a state of grace, immediately states the obvious: who likes the unnatural? What sense does it make to like green eggs and ham? Here, Nameless Soul initially sides for the created order of the universe.)


Would you like them
here or there?

I would not like them
here or there.
I would not like them
anywhere.
I do not like
green eggs and ham.
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am.


(Ah, the classic move of tempters everywhere: ignore the rejection and get the one tempted to consider situational ethics. Not so bad here, or in this situation, right? No account of the objective wrongness of the action itself. Although Nameless Soul refutes bravely, this is clearly a weak chink in his armor. And so the situations are offered like a jackhammer: in a car, in a box, on a fox, in a house, with a mouse.)


You may like them.
You will see.
You may like them
in a tree!


(You can practically hear the serpent hissing on this one. "No, no, eating the fruit will not KILL you. You will just be like God and know all things!" You MAY like them. You're just being obstinate. And the tree reference at this particular juncture--a clear referral to the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil--is pointed.)


I would not, could not in a tree.
Not in a car! You let me be.


(A brave rebuttal, but the end is near. Call upon Christ, Nameless Soul! Stop trying to tangle with Satan on your own! You won't win!)


Say!
In the dark?
Here in the dark!
Would you, could you, in the dark?

I would not, could not,
in the dark.


(That "Say!"--like Satan/Sam just thought of this lovely idea, sinning through unnatural acts in the darkness that is the absence of God, would be a great, fun, festive party. Woohoo! ...And is Nameless Soul whimpering by now?)


Could you, would you,
with a goat?

(Beastiality. This is getting ugly.)


You do not like them.
So you say.
Try them! Try them!
And you may.
Try them and you may, I say.


(Alas, the tempter has done all but pull out the brass knuckles: calling into question the Nameless Soul's beliefs--"so you say"--and shouting "try them" three times, like a repeating bazooka.)


Sam!
If you will let me be,
I will try them.
You will see.

(NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Nameless Soul, don't play the devil's own game and expect to win. Evil only fights and deceives: it doesn't know how to do anything else. If you succumb to temptation, Sam/Satan will only "see" you in the vice grip of cold, hard sin.)


Say!
I like green eggs and ham!
I do! I like them, Sam-I-am!
And I would eat them in a boat.
And I would eat them with a goat...


(ew.)


And I will eat them in the rain.
And in the dark. And on a train.
And in a car. And in a tree.
They are so good, so good, you see!


(...Good for the Kingdom of Darkness, dude.)


So I will eat them in a box.
And I will eat them with a fox.
And I will eat them in a house.
And I will eat them with a mouse.
And I will eat them here and there.
Say! I will eat them ANYWHERE!


(As your guardian angel weeps silently.)


I do so like
green eggs and ham!
Thank you!
Thank you,
Sam-I-am!


(The final degradation: he thanks Sam/Satan for introducing him to the unnatural "pleasures" of sin. Green Eggs and Ham is a tragic tale of trial and temptation to untruth.)


Readers, beware. Next: Hop on Pop, a text rife with veiled references to doing violence on God the Father.

--I.C.

Wish you were here

Photo credit.

We're on (well, near) one of Minnesota's 10,000 lakes! Extra credit if you can guess which one.

Off0-line and camping for a couple of days; back soon.

Friday QOTD

They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.

~Emily Dickinson