On September 23, 2017, an international group of Catholic clergy and lay scholars issued a public correction of Pope Francis:
“Most Holy Father,” the letter begins, “With profound grief, but moved by fidelity to our Lord Jesus Christ, by love for the Church and for the papacy, and by filial devotion toward yourself, we are compelled to address a correction to Your Holiness on account of the propagation of heresies effected by the apostolic exhortation Amoris laetitia and by other words, deeds and omissions of Your Holiness.”
The full title of the document is Correctio filialis de haeresibus propagatis, which is translated as “A filial correction concerning the propagation of heresies.” It states, according to the authors, “that the pope has, by his Apostolic Exhortation Amoris laetitia, and by other, related, words, deeds and omissions, effectively upheld 7 heretical positions about marriage, the moral life, and the reception of the sacraments, and has caused these heretical opinions to spread in the Catholic Church.”
Because it appears that the authors of the document intended to include only the signatures of credentialed theologians, pastors, and scholars who could add the weight of their academic expertise to the cause, we have created this petition to be signed by any and every member of the laity, no matter their station in life, in support of their effort. We, too, believe that we must “protect our fellow Catholics – and those outside the Church, from whom the key of knowledge must not be taken away (cf. Lk. 11:52) – hoping to prevent the further spread of doctrines which tend of themselves to the profaning of all the sacraments and the subversion of the Law of God.”
This is an informal petition of support of this effort, but every voice counts. Every signature matters. We hope you will join us in lending our own voices to this noble and worthy effort to defend Our Lord Jesus Christ, His divinely revealed truths, and the teachings of our Holy Mother Church.
Click here to go to the petition.
Today’s Responsorial Psalm is Psalm 99:
A psalm of praise.
Sing joyfully to God, all the earth: serve ye the Lord with gladness. Come in before his presence with exceeding great joy. Know ye that the Lord he is God: he made us, and not we ourselves. We are his people and the sheep of his pasture. Go ye into his gates with praise, into his courts with hymns: and give glory to him. Praise ye his name: For the Lord is sweet, his mercy endureth for ever, and his truth to generation and generation.
As I hinted at the end of last year and keep posting about, various coincidences and events mark 2017 as a special year. Celestial events that started at the end of 2016 reach their conclusion on September 23rd – next Saturday.
I know that people are always predicting the end of the world, and your eyes are probably rolling round in their sockets right now, but what if this time they’re on the right track? If these celestial events are actually the prophesied events in the Book of Revelation then the next few months or years could be rocky to say the least. If you’re interested, there’s a wiki here about it. If you’re not interested then just remember that if all hell breaks loose after Saturday then you might want to re-assess your position. Mind you, you might not have Internet access at that point… A church might then be a better place to find the information you will need.
I’m really impressed with my orchids. Each time they flower they put out more and more buds. When I was younger, orchids were specialist plants that you had to coddle. I suppose that’s still true for most of the varieties but the ones that are stocked in the supermarkets these days are relatively robust.
And on to magpies. Some of you may remember that I was working on a magpie logo for a commission. Please visit this website to see the finished version and a very lovely credit to yours truly. I wish “The Celtic Magpie” all the best. It looks like a great place to find beautiful Irish jewellery.
I haven’t drawn in ages so this was a good warm-up.
See here for my inspiration.
Here is a photo of the book I stole:
I was ten years old and due to leave my primary school for secondary school. This was the only thing I couldn’t bear to leave behind (since my friends were all coming to secondary school too). Ironic, don’t you think, that it’s a hymn book? Already feeling a victim of God’s sublime sense of humour, I just noticed, as I was taking this photo, that the Scripture reading is the one the priest chose for my baptism last year.
As you can see in the photo I didn’t choose a pristine copy. This was not a spur-of-the-moment theft, this was pre-meditated larceny. As in “The Book Thief” by Markus Zusak, the custodian of this book may very well have let me have it if I had asked, seeing my desperate need, but I didn’t ask. I chose the most raggedy copy I could find, reasoning that the school ought to replace it anyway. In this way it didn’t feel like theft. I was doing the school a favour in fact!
And why couldn’t I bear to part with this book? It wasn’t the scripture. It was just that I couldn’t imagine leaving behind the songs. I’ve always had a deep love of music, and I was always trying to learn to play different instruments. As a ten-year-old though, all I had access to was a recorder (which used to be the standard instrument in Welsh schools, as the tin whistle is here in Ireland) and my own voice. Unfortunately, I don’t have a particularly good singing voice and I was also terribly shy. When I played recorder on the school stage I would mime because I was too nervous to play properly. I even mimed in the school choir when we competed in the Urdd Eisteddfod. But that didn’t stop me playing in private. Often when I sang, and later when I played my electronic keyboard, it would move me to tears. It connected me to some higher reality, something I was missing in my life, something which I now suspect was of the heavenly variety.
Two of my favourite Welsh songs are about singing. There’s “Calon Lan” which I’ve featured on my blog before, and there’s what I’ve always called “Canaf yn y bore” (see photo below). My Welsh is incredibly rusty so I’m using Google Translate here. It seems to think the first verse means “I sing in the morning for your care, through the dark walnut. You have seen me.” but I’m pretty sure that’s wrong. 😀 It’s definitely about singing in the morning anyway.
Here’s the tune:
Come let us praise the Lord with joy: let us joyfully sing to God our saviour. Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving; and make a joyful noise to him with psalms. For the Lord is a great God, and a great King above all gods. For in his hand are all the ends of the earth: and the heights of the mountains are his. For the sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land.
Come let us adore and fall down: and weep before the Lord that made us. For he is the Lord our God: and we are the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand.
(From Psalm 94, Douay-Rheims, that forms part of the Responsorial Psalm for today’s Mass)
Not really. It’s not perfect but it’s not crummy. I just liked the wordplay.
It won’t surprise any of my regular readers that, given my love of all things knotty, one of the many crafts I’ve dabbled in is macramé. One of my old projects resurfaced recently so I thought I’d try another. Here are some photos of the old kit and the project that I did as a teenager.
As often happens with me, I didn’t have all the right materials so I had to improvise. I only had three beads so I ended up with something that looks like a weird face.
When I was in Romania I bought an elasticated bracelet off a little old lady. After a while I added my devotional medals to it. After wearing it every day for months the elastic I added started to give up the ghost.
I was sad not to be able to wear it any more so I decided to restore the Romanian bracelet and make a new macramé bracelet for my medals.
Here is the video tutorial I used. I changed the fastening because I wasn’t sure that my yarn would melt and seal like the one in the video.
I’ve added a new link to my Catholic Resources page (see menu above). The link will take you to a website which lists lots of links to classic Catholic books like “The Imitation of Christ” (pictured).
These are free books available in various formats. Enjoy!
The Forest by William Morris
By woodman’s edge I faint and fail;
By craftsman’s edge I tell the tale.
High in the wood, high o’er the hall,
Aloft I rise when low I fall.
Unmoved I stand what wind may blow.
Swift, swift before the wind I go.
I was looking for a picture of a beautiful tapestry to illustrate the following poem. I found the above image which features another poem (above) that is not entirely irrelevant to my point for this post. Just like trees that are felled to make beautiful or useful items, and just like vines that are pruned so that they become more fruitful, we too undergo trials that feel catastrophic at times but are in fact beneficial in the grand scheme of things. Here is the poem I originally intended to share with you. (I’m not sure of the attribution so if you have a better idea then please let me know.)
The Divine Weaver by Kevin Mayhew
My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colours
he worketh steadily.
Oftentimes he weaveth sorrow
and I, in foolish pride,
forget that he seeth the upper,
and I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent
and the shuttles cease to fly,
shall God unroll the canvas
and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
in the weaver’s skilful hand
as the threads of gold and silver
in the pattern he has planned.