Good morning, Digital Neighbors! Happy Tuesday! After yesterday’s long post, I think something shorter, simpler, and more fun is in order. Another visit from The Little Book of Lost Words: Collywobbles, Snollygosters, and 86 Other Surprisingly Useful Terms Worth Resurrecting.
Quaintrelle Noun | kweyn-trell | Nineteenth century. English.
SOMEONE WHO LIVES A LIFE FULL OF PASSION, LEISURE, AND ENJOYMENT.
Well, I try to maintain two out of three of those qualities. Leisure is a bit elusive, but the other two are easy enough to embrace. I try to bring as much passion and enjoyment to my ministry as I can. I have often reflected on C. S. Lewis’s musing that the redeemed don’t act like they are redeemed. It doesn’t mean we are clowns or off-the-wall saps for God, but rather a natural joy that flows from gratitude because of what we believe about God’s goodness, truth, and beauty. I try to season my goings-about with a sense of appreciation, humor, and verbal playfulness most of the time.
One of my habits as a priest is to arrive about an hour before Mass to greet people. On good days I am usually outside—I have on my vestments and a woolen cloak if it’s cold. Other than rain, I’m usually greeting people outside. On Sundays I like to play music before Mass, and it is often a springboard for connection and comments when people hear me listening to songs or artists they enjoy. I cover a wide range of genres: rock, pop, country, jazz, big band, lounge, classical, and ethnic music.
It was a cold winter morning—the temperature was at zero or below—and I opted to stay indoors that Sunday. Walt was a Korean War veteran in his 80s and came to the early morning Mass every Sunday. We knew each other well enough to joke back and forth. Walt said, “Too cold for you, candy-ass?” I said, “Walt, that is Father Candy-ass to you.” He laughed so loud when I didn’t miss a beat. I thank my mother for that quick wit—Mom was one of the funniest women I have ever known. Walt never stopped smiling the whole Mass anytime we made eye contact. Laughter is the shortest distance between two people. After faith and prayer, joy and laughter are the greatest blessings in my life. Have a great day, my friends!
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Today marks the three hundred and thirtieth birthday of the Frenchman François-Marie Arouet, better known by his nom de plume, Voltaire (1694-1778).
Born into a bourgeois family during the reign of Louis XIV, the “Sun King” (r. 1643-1715), Voltaire suffered tragedy at a young age when his mother died. Never close with his father or brother, Voltaire exhibited a rebellious attitude toward authority from his youth. His brilliant mind was fostered in the care of the Society of Jesus, who introduced him to the joys of literature and theater. Despite his later criticisms against the Church, Voltaire, throughout his life, fondly recalled his dedicated Jesuit teachers.
Although he spent time as a civil servant in the French embassy to the Hague, Voltaire’s main love was writing—an endeavor where he excelled in various genres, including poetry, which led to his appointment as the royal court poet for King Louis XV. Widely recognized as one of the greatest French writers, and even hyperbolically referred to by ...
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XIII
The Proud Minister
One day there came into the Garden a man in torn clothes badly bruised and cut, who said to the Lover, “In the name of the Beloved I demand your help.”
So the Lover and the Disciple let him in and dressed his wounds and prepared the best of the vegetables from the Garden for him to eat. When his wounds had been dressed and he had eaten and rested the Lover asked him how he had fallen into this plight, to which the man replied, “I was Minister of the Beloved in a city near this place, where I preached His gospel and expounded His doctrine to the people. I pointed out to them how their sins had made them wholly hateful to the Beloved and how therefore they were utterly beyond the range of His love and He would condemn them to eternal torments, whereon some fell into despair and wept bitterly but many were angry. One day the magistrates called me before them and begged me to leave the city and preach elsewhere for they said I had made many people so angry and desperate that they feared there might be a riot and they might not be able to protect me but that I might suffer some injury. I, however, very zealous for the Beloved and believing that the magistrates only feared that their own sins might be proclaimed, preached the more vehemently, denounced the magistrates and made it abundantly clear that the whole wicked city was foredoomed to eternal punishment by the just provision of the Beloved. Whereon a mob, stirred up no doubt by the corrupt and venal magistrates, fell upon me with sticks and stones, nearly killing me and driving me out of the city in the state in which I came to you.”
“My friend,” said the Lover, “this was not a good deed of yours, for besides denying the unfathomable compassion of the Beloved, you have by your obstinacy caused these people to commit a grievous sin, and this cannot be pleasing to the Beloved, that through you who profess to be His minister the people should become worse. Surely you remember that He Himself said, ‘If they persecute you in one city flee to another.’”
Therefore the man was very angry, and cursing the Lover, said, “I see that I have had a very false report of you and I do not believe that you are a servant of the Beloved at all. When I came to you so injured for the Beloved’s sake you set before me only herbs and fruits although the garden is full of birds which you could have killed to make me a worthy meal. I shall proclaim everywhere that you are no true servant of the Beloved but a mere falterer who dares not suffer in the cause of the Beloved. Be sure that you are foreordained to eternal torments who suffer nothing here.”
For the man was so blinded by his own pride that he could not perceive the scars on the hands and feet and the brows of the Lover nor how the cloth beneath the armpits of his tunic was dyed with a red dye. So he went out of the Garden cursing and shouting.
But the Lover looked sad and said, “A man like this does much harm to the cause of the Beloved, for by thus speaking falsely about the Beloved he may bring men to fear Him but none to love Him, and by love alone can any man approach the Beloved.”
