This article published in category of “pop culture” by NBC. New comic portrays new Superman as bisexual. The LGBTQ movement has destroyed moral standards and moral thought.
Sexual desire is a wild thing.
If a mother agrees to abort the foetus within her, the child that would have been born is better off.
Is this statement true or false? Is it pro-life or pro women’s right? I know that I’m grateful to have been born to a loving mother and father. I think that a child born to parents that don’t want that child is in for problems. Of course problems can be solved.
There could be many reasons for abortion. The mother’s life might be at risk. The baby born might be fated, genetically, to have dreadful disability. Philosophically, the law of the land (U.S.) allowing abortion, would support the idea that some humans are better off not being born, no? Maybe this last sentence should be rephrased? Yet I don’t care to rephrase it. Abortions, which have been occurring for millennia, perhaps for as long as homo Sapiens has been around, seem to cast a deep and dark shadow on the human understanding of existence. Is existence worthwhile? Yes for most, but not for some is the legal answer. Is it a good answer?
A famous figure said, “woe to the man who betrays the Son of Man. It would be better for him if he had never been born” (Mk 14:21). To never be born, what does this mean? Conceivably, souls that are refused entrance into this world by abortion, are living free in the realm of heaven. This is a matter of faith. Also there is the idea of reincarnation. Then there is the secular idea that the unborn just is zero, without moral or spiritual consequence.
To be or not to be
is a question facing us, and it involves guilt.
I must say that this new coronavirus has made a mockery of modern medicine. Many lives have been saved by doctors and healthcare workers. Nonetheless modern medicine is clearly beaten by the virus, is in no way equal to its challenge. Too many have become infected, too many have died. Too late a vaccine.
Medical science ought to rethink its approach to germs. Currently the leaders and spokespersons for infectious disease science are reduced to calls for changing social practice as the best means to limit covid19. How is that working out, I ask?
Research is frantic in this area of science. The solution and cure, of course, is understanding and knowledge. Isolate the virus, analyze it, destroy it.
The biology of human cells is the answer. Looking at the makeup of our cells, we see the remnants of past invaders. Life on Earth is open, not closed. We are not visiting Earth, Earth is our home. … and yet?
There are many, many entries on COVID19 across the WordPress universe of blogs (I searched) and this is another one. Everyone wants to add their 2 cents, I guess. The virus (Latin: poison) has caused a pandemic, meaning it has affected the whole world. Science-wise, the medical and related professionals are doing their utmost to treat the virus and potentially eradicate it or limit its impact in answer to governmental calls for help. That the virus is so widespread logically leads to thought and speculation about the role of God in the matter. The virus is big and God is big. Maybe God has placed great power in the virus in order to harm us and thereby send a warning. That warning could be summed up in the sentence: repent for the kingdom of God is near. The end (of this blog post) and maybe much more?
A thing about wondering is that it may lead to the unexpected. You may find out more than you want to know or you may find you want to know more. Wonder and curiosity may result in good or bad, but mostly good, I think, otherwise we wouldn’t have a favorable view of wonder, generally speaking.
For example, say a cantor or choirmaster distributes music sheets containing lyrics to a new hymn, before Mass or a Protestant service. You read the words and wonder about the hymn’s source. Did the cantor herself compose it? You approach the organist, the cantor’s daughter, to ask your question. “Where did this hymn come from?” “Did your mother write it?” You receive the answer. “No, it comes from our high school records.” “It’s a traditional school song, just like many Catholic schools have songs or hymns that invoke some spiritual theme that is particular to them.” “Oh I see,” you say, “I was just wondering.” The organist smiles at you and you return to your pew.
Now later that day your imagination starts to work; you’re thinking and wondering about the organist.
Some things came together today, Tuesday, August 13, 2019, for me in the area of finding meaning in experience. First, I read online the daily Scripture – Dt. 31:1-8; Mt. 18:1-5,10,12-14 – which I try to do each day on USCCB. Second, as I was scrolling through the Sirius/XM lineup on my car radio, I stopped at the ‘Phish’ channel and listened as I drove to my Mom’s and from my Mom’s apartment after my visit. Trey Anastasio played a song from King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard, “Fishing for Fishies,” which I liked. Yesterday’s Gospel reading was Mt. 17:22-27 and I’d been pondering its potential meanings off and on for a day now. The 2nd part of the passage involves fish.
24 After Jesus and his disciples arrived in Capernaum, the collectors of the two-drachma temple tax came to Peter and asked, “Doesn’t your teacher pay the temple tax?”
New International Version (NIV)
Peter and other disciples of Jesus were fishermen.
The lyrics of the King Gizzard song advocate against fishing.
Don’t make them feel happy
Or me neither
I feel so sorry for fishies
It seems like cruelty to me
And I’m hungry, leave them be
I don’t want to be fishing for fish
I just want to let them freely swim
I don’t want to be fishing for fish
I just want to let them freely swim
All heights honk
Egos tying knots being fate
Don’t do it
You ain’t a God
Don’t hunt salmon, cod or carp
From time to time in every person, escape is desired desperately. For some, escape is ever on the brink of consciousness. There is a deep dissatisfaction with human life, one’s own life and news of the world.
It is useless, useless, said the Philosopher. Life is useless, all useless (Eccl 1:2).
With realization that human accomplishment is vanity, comes the idea of escape. Leave the bad, get to the good. How to get on the path to the good? Where is that “narrow way” (Mt 7:14) that leads to life, nirvana?
I hope you find it.
Though I’m a Catholic, I’m not one for Marian devotion. My heart belongs to Jesus. However I was struck by the poetic beauty of this Marian hymn I came across in my access of today’s scripture readings on the U.S. Catholic bishops site.
A Mother Stands (Latin, Stabat Mater)
At the cross her station keeping,
Stood the mournful Mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.
Through her heart, his sorrow sharing,
All his bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the sword had passed.
Oh, how sad and sore distressed
Was that Mother highly blessed
Of the sole begotten One!
Christ above in torment hangs,
She beneath beholds the pangs
Of her dying, glorious Son.
Is there one who would not weep,
‘Whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ’s dear Mother to behold?
Can the human heart refrain
From partaking in her pain,
In that mother’s pain untold?
Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,
She beheld her tender Child,
All with bloody scourges rent.
For the sins of his own nation
Saw him hang in desolation
Till his spirit forth he sent.
O sweet Mother! font of love,
Touch my spirit from above,
Make my heart with yours accord.
Make me feel as you have felt;
Make my soul to glow and melt
With the love of Christ, my Lord.
Holy Mother, pierce me through,
In my heart each wound renew
Of my Savior crucified.
Let me share with you his pain,
Who for all our sins was slain,
Who for me in torments died.
Let me mingle tears with you,
Mourning him who mourned for me,
All the days that I may live.
By the cross with you to stay,
There with you to weep and pray,
Is all I ask of you to give.
Virgin of all virgins blest!
Listen to my fond request:
Let me share your grief divine.
Let me to my latest breath,
In my body bear the death
Of that dying Son of yours.
Wounded with his every wound,
Steep my soul till it has swooned
In his very Blood away.
Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
Lest in flames I burn and die,
In his awful judgment day.
Christ, when you shall call me hence,
Be your Mother my defense,
Be your cross my victory.
While my body here decays,
May my soul your goodness praise,
Safe in heaven eternally.
Amen. (Alleluia)
In Catholic church liturgy, September 15 is a day of memorial for our Lady of sorrows. This 13th century hymn therefore, is fitting to include in church worship for the day. One may learn about the background to the hymn at Wikipedia. I think the words or ideas of the hymn are theologically valid for any Christian, Protestant or other. Its artistic beauty is self-evident.
The inspiration here is John 19:25ff., one of my favorite passages in all the Bible. It really shows personal involvement in the composition of Gospel of John, so different from the oral tradition of the synoptic gospels.
Standing by the cross of Jesus were his mother
and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas,
and Mary Magdalene.
When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple there whom he loved
he said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son.”
Then he said to the disciple,
“Behold, your mother.”
And from that hour the disciple took her into his home.
One thing about the apocryphal Gospel of Thomas, which has some crazy content: almost all its sayings of Jesus begin with the simple introductory formula, “Jesus said” (in Coptic, the word order is, “said Jesus”). This implies that Jesus was an important person, for his words were memorable and so preserved.
So do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring worries of its own. Today’s trouble is enough for today (Mt 6:34).
Hoy mismo!
This is the day! It’s today! A book called The Eternal Now (1963) by Paul Tillich has it that the eternal is present in the temporal. Hey, now!
“Throughout this life, you can never be certain of living long enough to take another breath” (The Zen Teaching of Huang Po, tr. John Blofeld, NY: Grove, 1959, p. 64).
The wise advice of Jesus of Nazareth shows the future interfering with people’s minds and it shouldn’t. Perhaps the state we’re in is the result of original sin. Can one live without the future?
Lin Zhao, 1932-1968, was a Chinese dissident, executed for her loudly expressed views against the corruption and injustice of Chairman Mao’s communist regime. She was a convert to Christianity after attending a Methodist school and joined the Communist Party as a 16-year-old. She was an agitator early on and she didn’t live long, but her writings survive.
Jailed in 1960, Lin Zhao spent 8 years in prison until she was secretly killed by firing squad. In prison she was not silent, but continued her advocacy for reform on behalf of “the common people.” In her cell, she wrote in her own blood, on linens and such, pricking her finger with bamboo.
Lin Zhao’s radical activism reminds us, in the West, of Dietrich Bonhoeffer, but she stands in a long line of Chinese dissent. She combined religious and political idealism and dedicated herself to a better world.
Resources:
Lian Xi, ‘The Chinese Dissident who Wrote in Blood’
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