Eclectic Amateur

Dale Price finds a passage from de Lubac which wonderfully explains a great modern paradox:

If heretics no longer horrify us today, as they once did our forefathers, is it certain that it is because there is more charity in our hearts? Or would it not too often be, perhaps, without our daring to say so, because of the bone of contention, that is to say, the very substance of our faith, no longer interests us?

Men of too familiar and too passive a faith, perhaps for us dogmas are no longer the Mystery on which we live, the Mystery which is to be accomplished in us. Consequently, then, heresy no longer shockjavascript:void(0)
Save as Drafts us; at least, it no longer convulses us like something trying to tear the soul of our souls away from us….And that is why we have no trouble in being kind to heretics, and no repugnance in rubbing shoulders with them.

In reality, bias against ‘heretics’ is felt today just as it used to be. Many give way to it as much as their forefathers used to do. Only, they have turned it against their political adversaries. Those are the only ones who horrify them. Those are the only ones with whom they refuse to mix. Sectarianism has only changed its object and taken other forms, because the vital interest has shifted. Should we dare to say that this shifting is progress?

It is not always charity, alas, which has grown greater, or which has become more enlightened: it is often faith, the taste for the things of eternity, which has grown less. Injustice and violence are still reigning; but they are now in the service of degraded passions.

–Henri de Lubac, S.J.
Further Paradoxes, pp. 118-119, Newman Press, 1958. (Ellipsis in original)

I have puzzled for a bit over the paradox of the Episcopalian (and more generally “liberal”) approach to “tolerance”, “acceptance”, “inclusiveness”, and other buzzwords for some time now.

Deny the Resurrection and Virgin Birth of Our Lord? No problem, have fun with your bishoprick! Good luck on those book deals! Clearly, no horror of heresy here, right? (Apparantly, the ECUSA has “no core doctrine” regarding the actual meaning of the words in the Nicene Creed which it recites every Sunday.)

Ah, but deny the real religion (sex good! George Bush bad!, or perhaps dialogue good! turf-crossing bad!), and the long knives come out.

There was a time, a long time ago, when it seemed logical to me that a church which tolerates Jack Spong ought to have room for me. de Lubac explains well why this is not necessarily so. I did not know then about Newhaus’ Law (“Where orthodoxy is optional, orthodoxy will sooner or later be proscribed.”).

God have mercy upon us.

Gee, thanks Dale for those minutes of my life I won’t get back. 🙂

Bacardi 151 Congratulations! You’re 134 proof, with specific scores in beer (80) , wine (116), and liquor (113).

All right. No more messing around. Your knowledge of alcohol is so high that you have drinking and getting plastered down to a science. Sure, you could get wasted drinking beer, but who needs all those trips to the bathroom? You head straight for the bar and pick up that which is most efficient.

Via Dale, I found this interview with Sandra Miesel about life, the Universe, and everything … or at least about SF&F and her (rather more extensive than I had any inkling) involvement in it.

It’s interesting, and lots of history bits I didn’t know (which is a common experience when dealing with Sandra!), and has some good reading recommendations. RTWT.

David Warren is someone who I try to read regularly. Here are a few reasons why:

From Lebanon; Canada:

The French have, I think, looked fairly deeply into the new course of Middle Eastern events, and decided with their customary fortitude that they must choose the winning side.
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The French ambassador will of course write in to correct me, explaining that France’s position is consistent with the ideals it has always upheld. God bless him.

Yes, I couldn’t resist the gratuitous French-bashing. More seriously, let us hope and pray that the current American and French pressure on Syria does lead to better days for poor, poor Lebanon.

From A bag of Smarties:

Generosity is not the only quality that distinguishes Americans. Many of the other qualities are less attractive. Sometimes I even think they are boobs, but usually not for long. An open heart is an open mind, in my experience, and I know no other people who are such quick learners.

And why do I like Bush? Because he is so damned American. The course he has led, over the last four years, and through the hell of Afghanistan and Iraq, and is now beginning to lead into Lebanon, is, I am now utterly convinced, one of the glorious passages in American history. The good that is being achieved, without entirely counting the cost, is real, and I will pray, enduring.

The sun is shining today. So many people ask me, sarcastically, how can I like Americans, and how can I like Bush? I thought I would just answer.

Indeed. As an American, I am happy, and a bit proud, that the Hussein family is out of business and that millions of Afghani and Iraqis are now getting the best taste of freedom they’ve yet had (at least in a generation — I am aware of my characteristic American historical amnesia; maybe there was some “golden age” in those countries previously that I don’t know about.).

I do fear for the cost, for I agree that we have not counted it; and the reckoning may be dear.

But, in a sense it is to our glory that we have not carefully counted it. For, if we do it right, it will be a good thing that we do here, and if one counts the cost-benefit ratio of a good deed too carefully, it stops being a good deed.

Just in case you ever needed good pictures of a cheetah’s face (say, for they hypothetical example of trying to help your son paint on onto his Pinewood Derby car), here are a few: a cheetah face, cheetah wallpaper, and a very cute cheetah kitten yawning.

The car is turning out very nicely, by the way.

This came to me in a fit of whimsey one Sunday morning: What would the favorite parts of the liturgy be for each resident of the Hundred-Acre Wood? (I suppose, being so English and all, we can reasonably assume that they are Anglican.)

Pooh: The Eucharist, of course — it involves eating.

Piglet, being a small and easily frightened animal, prefers the prayers, because they are very quiet.

Tigger likes the singing. He’s not allowed to bounce, but every now and then some of the songs are bouncy.

Owl’s favorite part is the sermon — best, of course, if it is long and uses big words like epistemological and eschatological.

Gopher likes looking at the beams and arches — and critiquing the architecture.

Eeyore’s favorite part is the Confession of Sin.

Rabbit loves the tea afterwards, because everything can be just so. (OK, so that’s not actually part of the liturgy. The ablutions, then — the cleaning of the vessels after Eucharist. Must be very tidy!)

And Kanga cuddles roo during Bible stories (reading of the Word).

In a world where the Dutch murder infants, celebrating Herod and not Christ, it is good to remember the gentle spirit of Mary.

Read the whole thing.

(hat tip: MCJ)

Apparantly, 500 British “art experts” have reached a conclusion:

APOLL OF 500 BRITISH ART EXPERTS has concluded that the most influential work of modern art is Marcel Duchamp’s 1917 work “Fountain,” which is an ordinary white porcelain urinal.

They forgot to mention that it was turned on it’s side. And signed “R. Mutt”. Yeah, that’ll make it art.

My poor college humanities teacher, Dr. Bill, tried to get me to appreciate Modern “art.” He failed.

But I see today that I was not quite right. I believed up to now that most of modern art is crap. Now I understand that “500 British art experts” agree with me that modern art is a crapper.

It comes “as a bit of shock,” art expert Simon Wilson told The Associated Press. “But it reflects the dynamic nature of art today and the idea that the creative process that goes into a work of art is the most important thing – the work itself can be made of anything and it can take any form.”

Actually, the only shock is that they didn’t award it to something by Jackson Pollock. And Wilson is right, this is part of the idea of Modern, the conceit that all that matters is the “idea”. Matter doesn’t matter. (Hmm … Modern Art as realized Gnosticism. Makes sense to me.)

Notice that Fountain was noted as most influential, not the “best”. I’m not sure the “experts” are wrong — a urinal may actually have been the most influential bit of art in the 20th century.

I think this explains a lot.

(The Independant has a good article on the influence that Duchamp had on modernism, and exactly what was being foisted on our culture by Duchamp and the Dadaists via Fountain.)

God have mercy.

Dawn, yet again proving she is a national treasure by dumpster-diving into the surreal world of Planned Parenthood:

Yes, you read right: Planned Parenthood is teaching teenage girls to let teenage boys blindfold them and lead them around. I didn’t have the guts to let a guy do that to me until I was 27! And it sure as heck didn’t improve my sexual decision-making.

And I am upon the whole hopeful that the faith will recover its intimate and guiding place in the heart of Europe, so I believe that this sinking back into our original paganism … will in due time be halted and reversed.

— Hillaire Belloc, concluding The Servile State, written in 1912

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