Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Canonical Digits...or lack thereof and Nocturnal Adoration

Today, the Novus Ordo Calendar celebrates the Feast of the North American Martyrs: usually I prefer the old calendar cycle (for continuity's sake) but this a feast that is particular pertinent to Americans today and I don't mind double-dipping when there are saints that are not celebrated in the old that are worth celebrating. Though we do not suffer blood martyrdoms where we actually witness to the faith with our blood and our lives, we suffer white martyrdoms in the spiritual realm. We encounter a culture that is increasingly secular and, as a result, very anti-Catholic. Recently, the Congregation for the Clergy issued a statement that said priests today must be anti-Catholic and I think that is spot on and necessary.

Anyways, this is really just an excuse to discuss one of my favorite saints: St. Isaac Jogues

(I really really really really want a hat like this)

If you look closely in the picture, you notice that he is missing some fingers. No the artist did not leave them out. While a Jesuit missionary in North America, some Iroquois Native Americans chewed off his Canonical Digits so that he would be incapable of saying Mass (yes it was actually specifically noted in the Rubrics that the priest would only use his thumb and index finger of his right hand to touch the Blessed Sacrament during the Liturgy and what not and it is kinda hard to keep to fingers pressed so crumbs don't fall away and still elevate a Chalice at the consecration).

Anyways, how cannot you not love a guy that has his canonical digits chewed off by the very people he is trying to evangelize, only to receive a papal indult to continue to say Mass anyways and then asks to go back.

Pray that I be inspired by his priestly dedication to being at the service of others, even to the point of losing fingers. St. Isaac Jogues, pray for us!

Nap time - I know I have not written recently, I have some stuff in the process in my head, I just have to actually sit down and do it. Kyrie eleison

And for my more traditional readers, just so he is not left out St. Peter of Alacantara. He died on October 18th but since St. Luke is observed on that day, he was moved to the 19th and then eventually dropped in the new missal calendar due to limited veneration. Besides the Constitutions of the Stricter Observants and many letters on spiritual subjects, especially to St. Teresa, he composed a short treatise on prayer which STRONGLY RECOMMEND!!!!! He often went into ecstasy. He is purported to have slept for only one and a half hours each day, inside his room which had a floor area of only four and a half square feet.[1] While in prayer and contemplation, he was often seen in ecstasies and levitation. In his deathbed, he was offered a glass of water which he refused, saying that "Even my Lord Jesus Christ thirsted on the Cross..." He died while on his knees in prayer on October 18, 1562 in a monastery at Arenas.

Most importantly, for me, he is the patron saint of Nocturnal Adorers...which is right up my alley :)

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Notre Dame des Victoires

That was yesterday...


Our Lady of Victory, whose intercessions is attributed as the cause for the victory at Lepanto. In 1571 Pope Pius V instituted "Our Lady of Victory" as an annual feast to commemorate the victory in the Battle of Lepanto. The victory was attributed to the Blessed Virgin Mary, as a rosary procession had been offered on that day in St. Peter's Square in Rome for the success of the mission of the Holy League to hold back Muslim forces from overrunning Western Europe. In 1573, Pope Gregory XIII changed the title of this feast-day to "Feast of the Holy Rosary". This feast was extended by Pope Clement XII to the whole of the Latin Rite, inserting it into the Roman Catholic calendar of saints in 1716, and assigning it to the first Sunday in October. Pope Pius X changed the date to 7 October in 1913, as part of his effort to restore celebration of the liturgy of the Sundays.

Ok, 'nough history...

Now is a perfect time to re-read a wonderful poem by Chesterton titled, fittingly, Lepanto:

WHITE founts falling in the Courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard;
It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his lips; 5
For the inmost sea of all the earth is shaken with his ships.
They have dared the white republics up the capes of Italy,
They have dashed the Adriatic round the Lion of the Sea,
And the Pope has cast his arms abroad for agony and loss,
And called the kings of Christendom for swords about the Cross. 10
The cold queen of England is looking in the glass;
The shadow of the Valois is yawning at the Mass;
From evening isles fantastical rings faint the Spanish gun,
And the Lord upon the Golden Horn is laughing in the sun.
Dim drums throbbing, in the hills half heard, 15
Where only on a nameless throne a crownless prince has stirred,
Where, risen from a doubtful seat and half attainted stall,
The last knight of Europe takes weapons from the wall,
The last and lingering troubadour to whom the bird has sung,
That once went singing southward when all the world was young. 20
In that enormous silence, tiny and unafraid,
Comes up along a winding road the noise of the Crusade.
Strong gongs groaning as the guns boom far,
Don John of Austria is going to the war,
Stiff flags straining in the night-blasts cold 25
In the gloom black-purple, in the glint old-gold,
Torchlight crimson on the copper kettle-drums,
Then the tuckets, then the trumpets, then the cannon, and he comes.
Don John laughing in the brave beard curled,
Spurning of his stirrups like the thrones of all the world, 30
Holding his head up for a flag of all the free.
Love-light of Spain—hurrah!
Death-light of Africa!
Don John of Austria
Is riding to the sea. 35
Mahound is in his paradise above the evening star,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
He moves a mighty turban on the timeless houri's knees,
His turban that is woven of the sunsets and the seas.
He shakes the peacock gardens as he rises from his ease, 40
And he strides among the tree-tops and is taller than the trees;
And his voice through all the garden is a thunder sent to bring
Black Azrael and Ariel and Ammon on the wing.
Giants and the Genii,
Multiplex of wing and eye, 45
Whose strong obedience broke the sky
When Solomon was king.
They rush in red and purple from the red clouds of the morn,
From the temples where the yellow gods shut up their eyes in scorn;
They rise in green robes roaring from the green hells of the sea 50
Where fallen skies and evil hues and eyeless creatures be,
On them the sea-valves cluster and the grey sea-forests curl,
Splashed with a splendid sickness, the sickness of the pearl;
They swell in sapphire smoke out of the blue cracks of the ground,—
They gather and they wonder and give worship to Mahound. 55
And he saith, "Break up the mountains where the hermit-folk can hide,
And sift the red and silver sands lest bone of saint abide,
And chase the Giaours flying night and day, not giving rest,
For that which was our trouble comes again out of the west.
We have set the seal of Solomon on all things under sun, 60
Of knowledge and of sorrow and endurance of things done.
But a noise is in the mountains, in the mountains, and I know
The voice that shook our palaces—four hundred years ago:
It is he that saith not 'Kismet'; it is he that knows not Fate;
It is Richard, it is Raymond, it is Godfrey at the gate! 65
It is he whose loss is laughter when he counts the wager worth,
Put down your feet upon him, that our peace be on the earth."
For he heard drums groaning and he heard guns jar,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
Sudden and still—hurrah! 70
Bolt from Iberia!
Don John of Austria
Is gone by Alcalar.
St. Michaels on his Mountain in the sea-roads of the north
(Don John of Austria is girt and going forth.) 75
Where the grey seas glitter and the sharp tides shift
And the sea-folk labour and the red sails lift.
He shakes his lance of iron and he claps his wings of stone;
The noise is gone through Normandy; the noise is gone alone;
The North is full of tangled things and texts and aching eyes, 80
And dead is all the innocence of anger and surprise,
And Christian killeth Christian in a narrow dusty room,
And Christian dreadeth Christ that hath a newer face of doom,
And Christian hateth Mary that God kissed in Galilee,—
But Don John of Austria is riding to the sea. 85
Don John calling through the blast and the eclipse
Crying with the trumpet, with the trumpet of his lips,
Trumpet that sayeth ha!
Domino gloria!
Don John of Austria 90
Is shouting to the ships.
King Philip's in his closet with the Fleece about his neck
(Don John of Austria is armed upon the deck.)
The walls are hung with velvet that is black and soft as sin,
And little dwarfs creep out of it and little dwarfs creep in. 95
He holds a crystal phial that has colours like the moon,
He touches, and it tingles, and he trembles very soon,
And his face is as a fungus of a leprous white and grey
Like plants in the high houses that are shuttered from the day,
And death is in the phial and the end of noble work, 100
But Don John of Austria has fired upon the Turk.
Don John's hunting, and his hounds have bayed—
Booms away past Italy the rumour of his raid.
Gun upon gun, ha! ha!
Gun upon gun, hurrah! 105
Don John of Austria
Has loosed the cannonade.
The Pope was in his chapel before day or battle broke,
(Don John of Austria is hidden in the smoke.)
The hidden room in man's house where God sits all the year, 110
The secret window whence the world looks small and very dear.
He sees as in a mirror on the monstrous twilight sea
The crescent of his cruel ships whose name is mystery;
They fling great shadows foe-wards, making Cross and Castle dark,
They veil the plumèd lions on the galleys of St. Mark; 115
And above the ships are palaces of brown, black-bearded chiefs,
And below the ships are prisons, where with multitudinous griefs,
Christian captives sick and sunless, all a labouring race repines
Like a race in sunken cities, like a nation in the mines.
They are lost like slaves that sweat, and in the skies of morning hung 120
The stair-ways of the tallest gods when tyranny was young.
They are countless, voiceless, hopeless as those fallen or fleeing on
Before the high Kings' horses in the granite of Babylon.
And many a one grows witless in his quiet room in hell
Where a yellow face looks inward through the lattice of his cell, 125
And he finds his God forgotten, and he seeks no more a sign—
(But Don John of Austria has burst the battle-line!)
Don John pounding from the slaughter-painted poop,
Purpling all the ocean like a bloody pirate's sloop,
Scarlet running over on the silvers and the golds, 130
Breaking of the hatches up and bursting of the holds,
Thronging of the thousands up that labour under sea
White for bliss and blind for sun and stunned for liberty.
Vivat Hispania!
Domino Gloria! 135
Don John of Austria
Has set his people free!
Cervantes on his galley sets the sword back in the sheath
(Don John of Austria rides homeward with a wreath.)
And he sees across a weary land a straggling road in Spain, 140
Up which a lean and foolish knight for ever rides in vain,
And he smiles, but not as Sultans smile, and settles back the blade....
(But Don John of Austria rides home from the Crusade.)

which brings me to this (hat tip to the wonderful Matt Alderman for pointing this out) which just makes anybody who is Catholic happy

:D...one more time :D

Ok...Month of the Rosary and the Feast of the Rosary

Rosaries are important...we all know that. Mendicants wear them at their side as their spiritual sword. May we learn to rely on the Most Holy Rosary of the Blessed Virgin Mary as our sword in the Spiritual Battle.

More importantly, I want to point out a thought of mine regarding Our Blessed Mother's intercession. It seems that when the Church is suffering the most, Our Lady comes to the aid the most. I don't think it is a coincidence that Our Lady appears in France during a time when France was really 'off course' post Revolution. Of course, there is another aspect that I think people tend to overlook...the strong devotion of the Cure D'Ars.

Anyways, this is super quick (and really just a reason to think about Chesterton's wonderful poem), but in a time when I think, as Pope Benedict says, we are struggling with a 'radical emanicipation from God': "The real opposition that characterizes today's world is not that between various religious cultures, but that between the radical emancipation of man from God, from the roots of life, on one hand, and from the great religious cultures on the other. If there were to be a clash of cultures, it would not be because of a clash of the great religions which have always struggled against one another, but which, in the end, have also always known how to live with one another but it will be because of the clash between this radical emancipation of man and the great historical cultures.”

Thus, as we seek to lead men back to God, let us ask Our Lady who, after 'cherishing the Word in her heart' ran to her sister Elizabeth, whose soul magnifies the Lord, to pray for us and let us redovte and consecrate ourselves to her, especially through the Most Holy Rosary.

Our Lady of Victory, pray for us!

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Holy Father Saint Francis of Assisi, ora pro nobis!

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This is a picture of one of my NUMEROUS favorite spots in Rome. The first time I ever really stopped to look at this statue of St. Francis was on my last adventure with Don Juan. From this angle (Holy Stairs to the Right, Santa Croce behind, The Cathedral of the Saint John Lateran in front), it seems as though St. Francis is holding the Church up.

This bronze statue of St. Francis and his friars in front of the Cathedral commemorates the visit of the saint to Pope Urban VIII. The Pope had been ill-advised by his counsellors to meet what they described as a radical preacher. The Pope instead admired his humility and faith.


This is just a quick post to justify my love of mendicant friars and their essential role in the Church. They were not originally well received in the middle ages and I recommend St. Bonaventure's book on the Defense of the Mendicants.

Anywho, in its time, the strong arrival of the various mendicant orders was essential and necessary; in a way, they played a vital role in the Church of the Middle Ages.

Anywho, there is the picture of Francis holding up the Roman Cathedral, the Seat of the Universal Church. The same St. Francis who had a vision of a talking crucifix in an abandoned chapel: "Francis, rebuild my church."




Enjoy the Feast and may Holy Saint Francis pray for us

Also, for the love of God, don't treat the poor mendicant who received stigmata due to his intimate attachment to the Cross of Our Lord like a tree-hugging hippie...thanks :)

Hymnus
Iste Confessor Domini colentes
Quem pie laudant populi per orbem:
Hac die laetus meruit beatas
Scandere sedes.




Qui pius, prudens, humilis, pudicus,
Sobriam duxit sine labe vitam,
Donec humanos animavit aurae
Spiritus artus.


Cujus ob praestans meritum frequenter,
Aegra quae passim jacuere membra,
Viribus morbi domitis, saluti
Restituuntur.


Noster hinc illi chorus obsequentem
Concinit laudem celebresque palmas;
Ut piis ejus precibus juvemur
Omne per aevum.


Sit salus illi, decus, atque virtus,
Qui super caeli solio coruscans,
Totius mundi seriem gubernat
Trinus et unus.
Amen.



V. Justum deduxit Dominus per vias rectas.
R. Et ostendit illi regnum Dei.
Hymn
This the confessor of the Lord, whose triumph
Now all the faithful celebrate, with gladness
Erst on this feast-day merited to enter
Into his glory.

Saintly and prudent, modest in behaviour,
Peaceful and sober, chaste was he, and lowly.
While that life's vigour, coursing through his members,
Quickened his being.

Sick ones of old time, to his tomb resorting,
Sorely by ailments manifold afflicted,
Oft-times have welcomed health and strength returning,
At his petition.

Whence we in chorus gladly do him honour,
Chanting his praises with devout affection,
That in his merits we may have a portion,
Now and forever.

His be the glory, power and salvation,
Who over all things reigneth in the highest,
Earth's mighty fabric ruling and directing,
Onely and Trinal.
Amen.

V. The Lord guided the just in right paths.
R. And showed him the kingdom of God.

and another hymn:
Blessed Francis, holy father,
Now our hearts to thee we raise,
As we gather round thine altar,
Pouring forth our hymn of praise.
Bless thy children, holy Francis,
Who thy mighty help implore,
For in heaven thou remainest
Still the father of the poor.
2 By thy love so deep and burning
For thy Savior crucified;
By the tokens which He gave thee
On thy hands, and feet and side:
Bless thy children, holy Francis,
With those wounded hands of thine,
From thy glorious throne in heaven,
Where resplendestly they shrine.
3 Humble follower of Jesus,
Likened to Him in thy birth,
In thy way through life despising,
For His sake, the goods of earth:
Make us love the priceless virtue
By our hidden God esteemed,
Make it valued, holy Francis;
By the souls of the redeemed.
4 Teach us also, dear Saint Francis,
How to mourn for ev'ry sin;
May we walk in thy dear footsteps
Till the crown of life we win.
Bless thy children, holy Francis,
With those wonderful hands of thine,
From the glorious throne in heaven,
Where resplendently they shine.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Child-Likeness as opposed to Child-ishness

Lex Domini immaculata, convertens animas; testimonium Domini fidele, sapientiam præstans parvulis.
The law of the Lord is unspotted, converting souls: the testimony of the Lord is faithful, giving wisdom to little ones.
~Psalm 18:8


I have been thinking on this idea recently, especially with the recent celebration of St. Thérèse of Lisieux of the Child Jesus and the Holy Face, that is, the Little Flower.

(Note I owe a lot to the fantastic talk given at the Center for Ethics and Culture Fall Conference in 2010 by Rev. Peter Saawald...every good Thomist should hear that talk and I have it if you are interested)


Our Lord will give wisdom to the little ones...and it is Wisdom, after all that we seek.

In the Gospel of Matthew, Our Lord commands us: "Amen dico vobis, nisi conversi fueritis, et efficiamini sicut parvuli, non intrabitis in regnum cælorum. Quicumque ergo humiliaverit se sicut parvulus iste, hic est major in regno cælorum. Et qui susceperit unum parvulum talem in nomine meo, me suscipit."
"amen I say to you, unless you be converted, and become as little children, you shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. 4 Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, he is the greater in the kingdom of heaven. 5 And he that shall receive one such little child in my name, receives me."
Matt. 18: 3-5

What, then, does it mean to be a child. Well the Christ Child as the example might be useful.

In Luke 2 we read: " Et factum est, post triduum invenerunt illum in templo sedentem in medio doctorum, audientem illos, et interrogantem eos. Stupebant autem omnes qui eum audiebant, super prudentia et responsis ejus. Et videntes admirati sunt."
"And it came to pass, that, after three days, they found him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the doctors, hearing them and asking them questions. And all that heard him were astonished at his wisdom and his answers. And seeing him, they wondered."


I think there are three important things to note here: 1) Christ listened, 2) asked questions, that is, he disputed with the Elders, 3) and they were left in wonder. In a sense, one could say that Christ in the Temple is the culmination of His Divine Childhood

So what does this mean for us. I think we must take St. Thomas Aquinas as our model, especially as regards the Intellectual Life and growth in Wisdom. The way I see it, The Angelic Doctor was a Dumb Ox, child-like always before Truth. When called to debate the unicity of substantial forms in 1270, as Bartholomew notes, St. Thomas, amidst the Church officials, remained calm and collected, much like Christ in the Temple, asking questions and interrogating and doctrines for the truth.

In fact, Jacques Maritain notes this when he writes that "And in truth they had reason enough to be disconcerted, for he was not one of them, he bad the origin of his wisdom in a source higher than theirs, in the very pure silence which is the father of preaching. Nisi efficiamini sicut parvuli. With all his learning, this great theologian, whose confession, according to the testimony of Friar Reginald, was like that of a child of five, stood in the midst of them, in his simplicity-which was not disarmed, certainly, but candid, natural (ex Deo nata) and unstudied, humble and severe as innocence-the likeness and configuration of the Child Jesus among the doctors." - Maritain, St. Thomas Aquinas. You can read it here

I will forever be sad at knowing that, at his death, Maritain wished his heart (very French) to be kept at the Basilica of Our Lady of the Sacred Heart at ND...Hesburgh turned it away >:|

Aquinas tells us, in the very first article of the Summa, that he is not to be treated as the Dogmatic Source of Knoweldge as he is treated today. He is one speaker in the Dialogue of Western Civilization; philosophy. He is careful to always cite his sources, the source of his authority from the authority from those that have become before him.

(it might be interesting to note that he wrote the Summa for 'young friars' beginning their studies in Theology)

Rather, Aquinas as our model is the Scholastic Method which he embodies; rooted in his integration of Athens and Jerusalem. As Cardinal Newman, who worked to defend the power of reason against those intellectuals of his day who challenged its efficacy in matters of faith, notes that "While we are men, we cannot help, to a great extent, being Aristotelians, for the great Master does but analyze the thoughts, feelings, views, and opinions of human kind. He has told us the meaning of our own words and ideas, before we were born. In many subject-matters, to think correctly, is to think like Aristotle; and we are his disciples whether we will or no, though we may not know it." (Idea of the University, Discourse V). That is, we all hold a necessary openness to reality.

And in this sense, Aquinas was an Aristotelian...he was intellectually humble. He always sought the truth; that can be said of his whole life. When finding him after being locked in the tower, they see he had progressed in knowledge as if he were at a university the whole time.

Most importantly, however, is that he consulted and interrogated the ancients, as the Christ did in the Temple. Why do children tend to tire us out with a barrage of questions...they are looking for answers and truth: "why, why why why why???"

In a letter to a Brother John seeking the Angelic Doctor's advice on study, we read:

A Letter of Saint Thomas Aquinas to Brother John
Because you have asked me, my brother John, most dear to me in Christ, how to set about aquiring the treasure of knowledge, this is the advice I pass on to you: that you should choose to enter by the small rivers, and not go right away into the sea, because you should move from easy things to difficult things.Quia quaesisti a me, in Christo mihi carissime frater Joannes, quomodo oportet incedere in thesauro scientiae acquirendo, tale a me tibi super hoc traditur consilium; ut per rivulos, et non statim in mare, eligas introire; quia per facilia ad difficilia oportet devenire.
Such is therefore my advice on your way of life:Huiusmodi est ergo monitio mea de vita tua:
I suggest you be slow to speak, and slow to go to the room where people chat.Tardiloquum te esse iubeo, et tarde ad locutorium accendentem;
Embrace purity of conscience; do not stop making time for prayer.Conscientiae puritatem amplecti; Orationi vacare non desinas;
Love to be in your room frequently, if you wish to be lead to the wine cellerCellam frequenter diligas, si vis in cellam vinariam introduci;
Show yourself to be likable to all, or at least try; but do not show yourself as too familiar with anyone; because too much familiarity breeds contempt and will slow you in your studies; and don't get involved in any way in the deeds and words of worldly people.Omnibus amabilem te exhibeas, vel exhibere studias; sed nemini familiarem te multum ostendas; quia nimia familiaritas parit contemptum et retardationis materiam a studio administrat; Et de factis et verbis saecularium nullatenus te intromittas;
Above all, avoid idle conversation; do not forget to follow the steps of holy and approved men.Discursum super omnia fugias; Sanctorum et proborum virorum imitari vestigia non omittas.
Never mind who says what, but commit to memory what is said that is true: work to understand what you read, and make yourself sure of doubtful points.Non respicias a quo, sed quod sane dicatur memoriae recommenda: Ea quae legis fac ut intelligas, de dubiis te certificans.
put whatever your can into the cupboard of your mind as if you were trying to fill a cup.Et quidquid poteris, in armariolo mentis reponere satage sicut cupiens vas implere;
"Seek not the things that a higher than you""Altiora te ne quaeras".
Follow the steps of blessed Dominic, who produced useful and marvelous shoots, flowers and fruits in the vineyard of the Lord of Hosts for as long as life was his companion.Illius beati Dominici sequere vestigia, qui frondes, flores et fructus, utiles ac mirabiles, in vinea Domini Sabaoth, dum vitam comitem habuit, protulit ac produxit.
If you follow these things, you will attain to whatever you desire. Farewell.Haec si secutus fueris, ad id attingere poteris, quidquid affectas. Vale

Non respicias a quo, sed quod sane dicatur memoriae recommenda: Ea quae legis fac ut intelligas, de dubiis te certificans.
Never mind who says what, but commit to memory what is said that is true: work to understand what you read, and make yourself sure of doubtful points.

There is another aspect I think is important here...the role of leisure which I will hopefully address in a minute.

We must then be child-like in our study...not childish. An intellectual pride...which myself and most of my friends tend to suffer from at times (not to be confused with confidence - Aquinas and Christ both did shoot down faulty arguments)... results in something most catastrophic; it becomes impossible for man to see the magnificence of man and the cosmos. When a child sees something new, it is new, exciting, and WONDERFUL. Wonder is important. It is one of my favorite themes. Augustine argues that the role of the miracle is to invoke wonder and awe. “God who made the visible marvels of heaven and earth does not disdain to work visible miracles in heaven and earth, by which he arouses the soul.” (City of God, Bk.X,Ch.12) The word miracle stems from the Latin miraculum derived from mirari which means “to wonder.” Furthermore, in Spanish, the verb mirar means “to look.” These stems indicate that visible miracles are meant to strike wonder into the viewer. “The human race should be chilled by the customariness of the very things whose novelty had inspired them." (Augustine, On True Religion). Yet, “miracles of the visible world have lost their value for us because we see them continually” (Bk.X,Ch.12), despite the fact that “man is a greater miracle than any miracle effected by man’s agency.” (Bk.X,Ch.12).

One of Aquinas' ways is very much an awe-inspired cosmological argument. Socrates argues that wonder is the very root of philosophy. “The sense of wonder is the mark of the philosopher. Philosophy indeed has no other origin…”
-Plato, Socrates, Theaetetus, 155d2-3

Aristotle's method, as we already discussed, involves a natural wonder and awe before man and creation. Fyodor Dostoevsky notes that "Man is a mystery: if you spend your entire life trying to puzzle it out, then do not say that you have wasted your time. I occupy myself with this mystery, because I want to be a man.
~Dostoevsky, Personal correspondence (1839)

And as Thomas Traherne says in his poem "Wonder,"
"...All that I saw a wonder did appear,
Amazement was my bliss..."

And wonder is precisely where Christ left the elders in the Temple in Luke 2.

Wonder is the beginning of philosophy, its lasting source, and its emminent end.

(I realize now that I will not address leisure tonight...instead I refer you to the great book by Josef Pieper titled "Leisure, the Basis of Culture"...All i will say that too much leisure, and not enough leisure, Aquinas would regard as a sin and it seems that both find a root in a child-ishness rather than a child-likeness)

This is, precisely, the most poetic reading of the end of the Dumb Ox's life:
On 6 December 1273 Thomas was celebrating the Mass of St. Nicholas when, according to some, he heard Christ speak to him. Christ asked him what he desired, being pleased with his meritorious life. Thomas replied "Only you Lord. Only you." After this exchange something happened, but Thomas never spoke of it or wrote it down. Because of what he saw, he abandoned his routine and refused to dictate to his socius Reginald of Piperno. When Reginald begged him to get back to work, Thomas replied: "Reginald, I cannot, because all that I have written seems like straw to me." (mihi videtur ut palea).


This is not to be said that what he wrote was worthless...there is however, the constant intellectual humility being shown. He was in the middle of writing the third part of his Summa...which would have completed it. It seems fitting, though, that after attempting to write a sum of Theology, starting and God and working back to God that he arrive at the Blessed Sacrament and all else remains a mystery.

Anyways, I also recommend Josef Pieper's "The Silence of Thomas" --- it is fantastic. Let us model ourselves in a child-likeness after the Dumb Ox who, as we see in preserved manuscriptes, wrote Ave Maria all over the margins of his Summa Contra Gentiles implying a constant invocation of Our Lady, exemplifies this virtue before God and Wisdom.