Month: June 2009

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Kosciuszko on C-SPAN’s Book TV

The Peasant PrinceAuthor, Alex Storozynski, will provide a multi-media presentation about The Peasant Prince, Thaddeus Kosciuszko and the Age of Revolution on C-SPAN, Saturday, June 13 at 4pm and Sunday, June 14 at 6pm and midnight. Check your local cable listings for times particular to your area.

Mr. Storozynski will also be conducting a book signing at Barnes & Noble, 82nd Street and Broadway, New York, NY on Monday, June 22 at 7pm.

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The ecumenical Dutch Touch that leads to unity

Fr. Robert Hart of the Continuum Blog has an interesting article on the “Dutch Touch” and Anglican Orders. In The Dutch Touch: A study in irrelevance he says:

Frankly, Saepius Officio, written in 1897 by the Archbishops of England (Canterbury and York) said everything that needed to be said in defense of our Orders, and the best summary anywhere is that of Bicknell.

As for the subject of the Infusion itself, it is a relic of an innocent age of ecumenical hope, that innocence and hope that would suffer destruction for the official Anglican Communion in 1976. If the Infusion may help someday between orthodox Anglicans of the Continuum and Rome or, restart some ecumenical relations with the Polish National Catholic Church, then maybe it will not have been a big wasted effort after all.

Until such a time, who cares?

Two observations: First, I think that ecumenical contact between orthodox Anglicans and the PNCC would be a fine thing. We offer the Declaration of Scranton as a point of unity between national churches, and as a structural building block in accord with the National Church philosophy expounded by Bishop Hodur.

The interesting thing about the word continuum is that it means a connection that surpasses the here and now. At core it is a continuation of a Church’s traditions, practices, and character (of course only important if they are Catholic in character and in fact). I have said before, including to local clergy of the TAC, swimming the Tiber will eventually lead to the dissolution of everything that you are. Simply put, the weight of the Roman Church will subsume the TAC and any other Continuum Church that joins it, just as Anglican Use parishes will disappear within two generations.

I also think that there is another issue that gets lost in the whole swimming the Tiber spirit within the TAC, “Is that what your people really want? Just as among clergy some will say yes, but I believe that a majority will see what I see, that ‘who they are’ will slip away.

My second observation, and I congratulate Fr. Hart for making the point, is “who cares.” That is really the point if your Church believes itself to be Catholic. Like the Orthodox Churches we need to place less emphasis on what Rome thinks of us and more on what we think of ourselves (and no emphasis on what some over-the-top on-line R.C. pundits and detractors think of us). The full body of Catholic Churches are, in their varied external manifestations (those whose ecclesiology, polity, and praxis are Catholic), the totality of the Church, which is truly universal.

Poetry

June 12 – To the saints by Władysław Graban

At the ruins of a church
sat Harasym
wood decaying
helplessly counting
On the cross slumbering
in the moon’s shadow
quill in hand
in the reckless wind
following the Cyrillic
golden letters of import
Through misty centuries
Holy Roman
following another flock
Wallachians

Yesterday extinguished
the candle’s flame
the last dome
torn from the tower
and the saints as far

Translated by Dcn. Jim

Rusyn church ruins

Na zgliszczach cerkwi
siadł Harasym
drwa zmurszałe
bezradnie liczy
Na krzyżu drzemie
cień księżyca
piórami ptaków nastroszony
wiatr nieopatrzny
ślad cyrylicy
pożółkłą smugę znaczy
Z tumanu wieków
święty Roman
pędzi kolejne stado
Wołochów

Wczoraj zdmuchnięto
płomień świecy
ostatnią kopułę
zdarto z wieży
a święci tak daleko

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Daily Digest for June 11th

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June 11 – Laud Sion your Salvation by St. Thomas Aquinas

Sion, lift up thy voice and sing:
Praise thy Savior and thy King,
Praise with hymns thy shepherd true.

All thou canst, do thou endeavour:
Yet thy praise can equal never
Such as merits thy great King.

See today before us laid
The living and life-giving Bread,
Theme for praise and joy profound.

The same which at the sacred board
Was, by our incarnate Lord,
Giv’n to His Apostles round.

Let the praise be loud and high:
Sweet and tranquil be the joy
Felt today in every breast.

On this festival divine
Which records the origin
Of the glorious Eucharist.

On this table of the King,
Our new Paschal offering
Brings to end the olden rite.

Here, for empty shadows fled,
Is reality instead,
Here, instead of darkness, light.

His own act, at supper seated
Christ ordain’d to be repeated
In His memory divine;

Wherefore now, with adoration,
We, the host of our salvation,
Consecrate from bread and wine.

Hear, what holy Church maintaineth,
That the bread its substance changeth
Into Flesh, the wine to Blood.

Doth it pass thy comprehending?
Faith, the law of sight transcending
Leaps to things not understood.

Here beneath these signs are hidden
Priceless things, to sense forbidden,
Signs, not things, are all we see.

Flesh from bread, and Blood from wine,
Yet is Christ in either sign,
All entire, confessed to be.

They, who of Him here partake,
Sever not, nor rend, nor break:
But, entire, their Lord receive.

Whether one or thousands eat:
All receive the self-same meat:
Nor the less for others leave.

Both the wicked and the good
Eat of this celestial Food:
But with ends how opposite!

Here ‘t is life: and there ‘t is death:
The same, yet issuing to each
In a difference infinite.

Nor a single doubt retain,
When they break the Host in twain,
But that in each part remains
What was in the whole before.

Since the simple sign alone
Suffers change in state or form:
The signified remaining one
And the same for evermore.

Lo! bread of the Angels broken,
For us pilgrims food, and token
Of the promise by Christ spoken,
Children’s meat, to dogs denied.

Shewn in Isaac’s dedication,
In the manna’s preparation:
In the Paschal immolation,
In old types pre-signified.

Jesu, shepherd of the sheep:
Thou thy flock in safety keep,
Living bread, thy life supply:
Strengthen us, or else we die,
Fill us with celestial grace.

Thou, who feedest us below:
Source of all we have or know:
Grant that with Thy Saints above,
Sitting at the feast of love,
We may see Thee face to face.
Amen. Alleluia.

Translation from Wikipedia

Lauda Sion Salvatórem
Lauda ducem et pastórem
In hymnis et cánticis.

Quantum potes, tantum aude:
Quia major omni laude,
Nec laudáre síºfficis.

Laudis thema speciális,
Panis vivus et vitális,
Hódie propónitur.

Quem in sacræ mensa cœnæ,
Turbæ fratrum duodénæ
Datum non ambí­gitur.

Sit laus plena, sit sonóra,
Sit jucíºnda, sit decóra
Mentis jubilátio.

Dies enim solémnis ágitur,
In qua mensæ prima recólitur
Hujus institíºtio.

In hac mensa novi Regis,
Novum Pascha novæ legis,
Phase vetus términat.

Vetustátem nóvitas,
Umbram fugat véritas,
Noctem lux elí­minat.

Quod in cœna Christus gessit,
Faciéndum hoc expréssit
In sui memóriam.

Docti sacris institíºtis,
Panem, vinum, in salíºtis
Consecrámus hóstiam.

Dogma datur Christiánis,
Quod in carnem transit panis,
Et vinum in sánguinem.

Quod non capis, quod non vides,
Animósa firmat fides,
Præter rerum ordinem.

Sub divérsis speciébus,
Signis tantum, et non rebus,
Latent res exí­miæ.

Caro cibus, sanguis potus:
Manet tamen Christus totus,
Sub utráque spécie.

A suménte non concí­sus,
Non confráctus, non diví­sus:
Integer accí­pitur.

Sumit unus, sumunt mille:
Quantum isti, tantum ille:
Nec sumptus consíºmitur.

Sumunt boni, sumunt mali:
Sorte tamen inæquáli,
Vitæ vel intéritus.

Mors est malis, vita bonis:
Vide paris sumptiónis
Quam sit dispar éxitus.

Fracto demum Sacraménto,
Ne vací­lles, sed memento,
Tantum esse sub fragménto,
Quantum toto tégitur.

Nulla rei fit scissíºra:
Signi tantum fit fractíºra:
Qua nec status nec statíºra
Signáti miníºitur.

Ecce panis Angelórum,
Factus cibus viatórum:
Vere panis fí­liórum,
Non mittendus cánibus.

In figíºris præsignátur,
Cum Isaac immolátur:
Agnus paschæ deputátur
Datur manna pátribus.

Bone pastor, panis vere,
Jesu, nostri miserére:
Tu nos pasce, nos tuére:
Tu nos bona fac vidére
In terra vivéntium.

Tu, qui cuncta scis et vales:
Qui nos pascis hic mortales:
Tuos ibi commensáles,
Cohærédes et sodales,
Fac sanctórum cí­vium.
Amen. Allelíºja.

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How can someone so Cutié be so wrong

Let me preface my comments by saying that, in general, clergy in the PNCC are married. The PNCC has had married clergy since the Holy Synod of 1921. Some of our clergy have the gift of celibacy and have lived so all their lives.

That said, I did want to delve into the issues and the drama surrounding the Rev. Alberto Cutié, a former Roman Catholic priest, who left the Roman Church to join the Episcopal Church. If you want to read the details of the drama you can look here (and here, here, here, and here).

I think my readers know my position in regard to forced celibacy. It is wrongheaded and dangerous. It involves a demand on the Holy Spirit for gifts the Spirit gives freely to those whom He chooses. Forcing a promise from a priest without the necessary grace inevitably leads to all sorts of negative consequences, for the priest, for those around him, and in particular for the victims these men reach out to in an attempt to fill the void in their lives. The victims are more often than not left behind as damaged goods.

Here’s how I see the rights and wrongs in this case:

The right

Rev. Cutié did the right thing in leaving the active Roman Catholic ministry and in making a commitment to the woman (Ms. Ruhama Buni Canellis) he was illicitly involved with. He did right in treating her with dignity. He could have used her and cast her off as so many clergy do. He could have abandoned her to financial settlements his bishop would arrange. Rather he regained some shred of honor in not treating her like yesterday’s dirty laundry.

The wrongs

He used another human being: He did wrong in using her in the first place, and that’s what it was, using another person. Holding a position of power and prestige, with broad license to reach out to his community, he put his self interests first – not because he entered into a relationship, but because he entered into a relationship dishonestly. He failed to judge by any positive standard: honor — no, vows to his bishop — no, sin — no, his office — no, his people — no, his God — no. All that mattered was that he fulfill his need to ‘get some action.’ This was selfish, abhorrent, and based on his position — abusive. Again, he recouped a bit in so far as he finally committed to her, but the start shows a certain attitude toward the world. ‘I do it because it feels good;’ without regard for any objective standard of right and wrong.

He left the Catholic faith: He left for a form of Protestantism that’s so out there you can’t even call it Christian anymore. Sure it still has some of the words right, it uses a few of the books, but the essential marker in his new denomination is ‘We believe in anything we define as feeling good.’ The National Post’s religion blog, Holy Post, describes Rev. Cutié’s philosophy this way:

Father Cutié had worked to show the church was in touch with modern concerns.

Which is why he seems to fit in this new denomination. This statement means that he, like his denomination, believes nothing really, except whatever may happen to be a modern concern. Yesterday it was green jobs, today Adam Lambert’s sexuality, tomorrow… who knows.

Rev. Cutié and Ms. CanellisI’m not saying that he belongs in the Roman Church, but if Catholicism, core Catholicism were of any value to him it would have played out differently. If he had any concern for objective truth he would know that he is in need of repentance for the wrongs he committed against his bishop, his people, his vows, and Ms. Canellis. Rather than glory and center stage, he would have made his commitment to Ms. Canellis, and would have gone into prayerful seclusion. Emerging, I’m sure he could have reached out to other Catholic Churches for acceptance. That would have been the choice made by a person caught in his situation who was Catholic in his attitudes, in his core.

Living for modern concerns will leave Rev. Cutié empty in the end. If the National Post article had said: Father Cutié had worked to show the church was in touch with the truth much of the outcome would be different. Rather, what Rev. Cutié is left with is this: What is modern is what is today. If his commitment to Ms. Canellis is to mean anything it will have to set aside today, because tomorrow’s today won’t be marked by a lovely young woman in a bikini on Miami Beach. Today may be marked by the spotlight, but tomorrow’s today will be marked by a failing congregation in a broken down parish, a congregation of needy sheep with their small problems and petty sins. Tomorrow’s today’s will leave Rev. Cutié not quite the cutie anymore and perhaps then he will understand that there are truths that surpass today, a relevancy that is eternal.

Poetry

June 10 – Scream On The Vistula by Marian Hemar

Every day – I’m getting farther from you.
Every night – more distant from you.
And in the evening the spring over Vistula
In clouds draws on in the sky.

In a day – we won’t see each other.
In a week: – we won’t greet each other.
In a month – we’ll forget each other.
In a year – we won’t know each other.

Now with a scream over the black river
I lifted the night as if the lid of a coffin.
Listen – rescue me.
Listen – I love you.
Do you hear?! …. too far already.

Translated from Polish by Stefan Golston

Pelnia nad wisla

Każdy dzień – coraz dalej od ciebie.
Każda noc – coraz dalej od ciebie.
A wieczorem wiosna nad Wisłą
W chmurach nadciąga na niebie.

A za dzień
już się nie spotkamy.
A za tydzień
już nie pozdrowimy się.
A za miesiąc
już się zapomnimy.
A za rok
już się nie poznamy.

A dziś krzykiem noc nad czarną rzeką
Podważyłem, jakby trumny wieko.
Słuchaj – ratuj mnie.
Słuchaj – kocham cię.
Słyszysz?!
Już za daleko.

Poetry

June 9 – The Stone by Zbigniew Herbert

The stone
is a perfect creature
equal to itself
obedient to its limits
filled exactly
with a stony meaning
with a scent which does not remind one of anything;
does not frighten anything away does not arouse desire
its ardor and coldness
are just and full of dignity
I feel a heavy remorse
when I hold it in my hand
and its noble body
is permeated by false warmth
stones cannoot be tamed
to the end they will look at us
with a calm very clear eye

The translation is unattributed

stones

kamyk jest stworzeniem
doskonałym
równy samemu sobie
pilnujący swych granic
wypełniony dokładnie
kamiennym sensem
o zapachu który niczego nie przypomina
niczego nie płoszy nie budzi pożądania
jego zapał i chłód
są słuszne i pełne godności
czuję ciężki wyrzut
kiedy go trzymam w dłoni
i ciało jego szlachetne
przenika fałszywe ciepło
– Kamyki nie dają się oswoić
do konca będą na nas patrzeć
okiem spokojnym bardzo jasnym