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A reading from the Church Fathers: Bring Christ the Gifts of the Magi

27 Tuesday Mar 2012

Posted by Lynden Rodriguez in Bible, Books, Catholics & Carmelites, Christian Stuff, Religion & Observances

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Biblical Magi, Christ, Epiphany, God, Isaiah, Jesus, Jesus Christ, Pope Gregory I

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Basilica of Sant'Apollinare Nuovo in Ravenna, Italy: The Three Wise Men" (named Balthasar, Melchior, and Gaspar). Detail from: "Mary and Child, surrounded by angels", mosaic of a Ravennate italian-byzantine workshop, completed within 526 AD by the so-called "Master of Sant'Apollinare". (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Preaching on the Feast of the Epiphany, St. Gregory the Great tells his congregation that the gifts of the Magi are still brought to Christ every day. Whoever worships Christ according to Catholic doctrine brings the same priceless gifts the Magi brought.

The story read to us from the Gospel properly records those days when the three Magi, who had neither been taught by the prophets’ predictions nor instructed by the witness of the Law, came to acknowledge God from the furthest reaches of the East. But we see this same thing more clearly and abundantly carried on right now in the enlightenment of all those who are called. The prophecy of Isaiah is fulfilled: “The Lord has bared his holy arm before the eyes of all the nations, and all the ends of the earth shall see the salvation of our God” (Isaiah 52:10); and again, “for that which has not been told them they shall see, and that which they have not heard they shall understand” (Isaiah 52:15).

So when we see men, devoted to worldly wisdom and far from believing in Jesus Christ, brought out of the depth of their error and called to an acknowledgment of the true Light, it is doubtless the brightness of the divine grace that is at work. Whatever new light shines into the darkness of their hearts comes from the rays of the same star. It moves them with wonder, and, going before, leads the minds it has visited with its splendor to the adoration of God.

But if we want to consider carefully how their triple gift is also offered by all who come to Christ on feet of faith, isn’t the same offering repeated in the hearts of true believers? Whoever acknowledges Christ as King of the universe brings gold from the treasure of his heart. Whoever believes that the only-begotten Son of God united true human nature to Himself offers myrrh. Whoever confesses that He is not at all inferior to His Father’s majesty worships Him, so to speak, with incense.

–St. Gregory the Great, Sermon 36, 1

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Jesus’ Great-Grandmother Identified

23 Friday Mar 2012

Posted by Lynden Rodriguez in Archaeology, Bible, Books, Catholics & Carmelites, Christian Stuff, Religion & Observances

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Medieval legends suggest that Ismeria, a descendent of the tribe of King David, was the grandmother of the Virgin Mary.

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  • According to medieval manuscripts, the great-grandmother of Jesus was St. Ismeria.
  • The legend of St. Ismeria emphasizes sanctity earned by a life of penitence as opposed to blood martyrdom.
  • St. Ismeria likely served as a role model for older women during the 14th and 15th centuries.
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The great-grandmother of Jesus was a woman named Ismeria, according to Florentine medieval manuscripts analyzed by a historian.

The legend of St. Ismeria, presented in the current Journal of Medieval History, sheds light on both the Biblical Virgin Mary‘s family and also on religious and cultural values of 14th-century Florence.

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“I don’t think any other woman is mentioned” as Mary’s grandmother in the Bible, Catherine Lawless, author of the paper, told Discovery News. “Mary’s patrilineal lineage is the only one given.”

“Mary herself is mentioned very little in the Bible,” added Lawless, a lecturer in history at the University of Limerick. “The huge Marian cult that has evolved over centuries has very few scriptural sources.”

Lawless studied the St. Ismeria story, which she said has been “ignored by scholars,” in two manuscripts: the 14th century “MS Panciatichiano 40” of Florence’s National Central Library and the 15th century “MS 1052” of the Riccardiana Library, also in Florence.

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“According to the legend, Ismeria is the daughter of Nabon of the people of Judea, and of the tribe of King David,” wrote Lawless. She married “Santo Liseo,” who is described as “a patriarch of the people of God.” The legend continues that the couple had a daughter named Anne who married Joachim. After 12 years, Liseo died. Relatives then left Ismeria penniless.

“I’m pretty sure one is supposed to believe that it was either her dead husband’s relatives or, less likely, her natal family,” Lawless said. “The family of the Virgin Mary would not have been cast in such a light.”

Ismeria then goes to a hospital where she finds refuge. She is said to perform a miracle, filling a shell with fish to feed all of the hospital’s patients. After this miracle she prays to be taken away from the “vainglory of this world.”

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After God called her to “Paradise,” a rector at the hospital informed the Virgin Mary and Jesus of her passing. They departed for the hospital with the 12 Apostles, Mary Magdalene, Mary Salome and Mary Cleophas. There they paid honor to St. Ismeria.

The legend marks a shift in belief, as sanctity was previously more often earned by blood martyrdom rather than piety. Lawless credits that, in part, to the rise in the belief of Purgatory, an interim space between heaven and hell where sins could be purged.

“The more sins purged in one’s lifetime (through penitence, good works, etc.) the less time needed in purgatory — for either oneself or one’s family,” she said.

She also pointed out that “the great bulk of Christian martyrs of the west died under the Roman persecutions, which ended in the fourth century.”

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While the author of the Ismeria legend remains unknown, Lawless thinks it could have been a layperson from Tuscany. During the medieval period, “the story may have been used as a model for continent wifehood and active, charitable widowhood in one of the many hospitals of medieval Florence.”

“The grandmother of the Virgin was no widow who threatened the patrimony of her children by demanding the return of her dowry, nor did she threaten the family unit by remarrying and starting another lineage,” she added. “Instead, her life could be seen as an ideal model for Florentine penitential women.”

George Ferzoco, a research fellow at the University of Bristol, commented that the new paper analyzing the legend is “brilliant” and “reveals an exciting trove of religious material from late medieval and renaissance Florence, where many manuscripts were written specifically for females.”

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“What is so striking about St. Ismeria,” Carolyn Muessig of the University of Bristol’s Department of Theology and Religious Studies told Discovery News, “is that she is a model for older matrons. Let’s face it: Older female role models are hard to come by in any culture.”

“But the fact that St. Ismeria came to the fore in late medieval Florence,” Muessig concluded, “reveals some of the more positive attitudes that medieval culture had towards the place and the importance of women in society.”

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The Hound of Heaven

23 Friday Mar 2012

Posted by Lynden Rodriguez in Authors, Poetry

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Francis Thompson, 1890s Photo of Francis Thompson (died 1907) claim fair use b/c of unreproducable historical nature of the photo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

by Francis Thompson (1859-1907)

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;I fled Him, down the arches of the years;I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways

Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears

I hid from Him, and under running laughter.

Up vistaed hopes I sped;

And shot, precipitated,

Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears,

From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.

But with unhurrying chase,

And unperturbèd pace,

Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,

They beat–and a Voice beat

More instant than the Feet–

“All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.”

I pleaded, outlaw-wise,

By many a hearted casement, curtained red,

Trellised with intertwining charities

(For, though I knew His love Who followed,

Yet was I sore adread

Lest having Him, I must have naught beside);

But if one little casement parted wide,

The gust of His approach would clash it to.

Fear wist not to evade, as Love wist to pursue.

Across the margent of the world I fled,

And troubled the gold gateways of the stars,

Smiting for shelter on their clanged bars;

Fretted to dulcet jars

And silvern chatter the pale ports o’ the moon.

I said to dawn, Be sudden; to eve, Be soon;

With thy young skyey blossoms heap me over

From this tremendous Lover!

Float thy vague veil about me, lest He see!

I tempted all His servitors, but to find

My own betrayal in their constancy,

In faith to Him their fickleness to me,

Their traitorous trueness, and their loyal deceit.

To all swift things for swiftness did I sue;

Clung to the whistling mane of every wind.

But whether they swept, smoothly fleet,

The long savannahs of the blue;

Or whether, Thunder-driven,

They clanged his chariot ‘thwart a heaven

Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o’ their feet–

Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue.

Still with unhurrying chase,

And unperturbèd pace,

Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,

Came on the following Feet,

And a Voice above their beat–

“Naught shelters thee, who wilt not shelter Me.”

I sought no more that after which I strayed

In face of man or maid;

But still within the little children’s eyes

Seems something, something that replies;

They at least are for me, surely for me!

I turned me to them very wistfully;

But, just as their young eyes grew sudden fair

With dawning answers there,

Their angel plucked them from me by the hair.

“Come then, ye other children, Nature’s–share

With me,” said I, “your delicate fellowship;

Let me greet you lip to lip,

Let me twine with you caresses,

Wantoning

With our Lady-Mother’s vagrant tresses’

Banqueting

With her in her wind-walled palace,

Underneath her azured daïs,

Quaffing, as your taintless way is,

From a chalice

Lucent-weeping out of the dayspring.”

So it was done;

I in their delicate fellowship was one–

Drew the bolt of Nature’s secrecies.

I knew all the swift importings

On the willful face of skies;

I knew how the clouds arise

Spumèd of the wild sea-snortings;

All that’s born or dies

Rose and drooped with–made them shapers

Of mine own moods, or wailful or divine–

With them joyed and was bereaven.

I was heavy with the even,

When she lit her glimmering tapers

Round the day’s dead sanctities.

I laughed in the morning’s eyes.

I triumphed and I saddened with all weather,

Heaven and I wept together,

And its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine;

Against the red throb of its sunset-heart

I laid my own to beat,

And share commingling heat;

But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart.

In vain my tears were wet on Heaven’s gray cheek.

For ah! we know not what each other says,

These things and I; in sound I speak–

Their sound is but their stir, they speak by silences.

Nature, poor stepdame, cannot slake my drouth;

Let her, if she would owe me,

Drop yon blue bosom-veil of sky, and show me

The breasts of her tenderness;

Never did any milk of hers once bless

My thirsting mouth.

Nigh and nigh draws the chase,

With unperturbèd pace,

Deliberate speed, majestic instancy;

And past those noisèd Feet

A voice comes yet more fleet–

“Lo naught contents thee, who content’st not Me.”

Naked I wait Thy love’s uplifted stroke!

My harness piece by piece Thou hast hewn from me,

And smitten me to my knee;

I am defenseless utterly.

I slept, methinks, and woke,

And, slowly gazing, find me stripped in sleep.

In the rash lustihead of my young powers,

I shook the pillaring hours

And pulled my life upon me; grimed with smears,

I stand amid the dust o’ the mounded years–

My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap.

My days have crackled and gone up in smoke,

Have puffed and burst as sun-starts on a stream.

Yea, faileth now even dream

The dreamer, and the lute the lutanist;

Even the linked fantasies, in whose blossomy twist

I swung the earth a trinket at my wrist,

Are yielding; cords of all too weak account

For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed.

Ah! is Thy love indeed

A weed, albeit amaranthine weed,

Suffering no flowers except its own to mount?

Ah! must–

Designer infinite!–

Ah! must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn with it?

My freshness spent its wavering shower i’ the dust;

And now my heart is a broken fount,

Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever

From the dank thoughts that shiver

Upon the sighful branches of my mind.

Such is; what is to be?

The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind?

I dimly guess what Time in mist confounds;

Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds

From the hid battlements of Eternity;

Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then

Round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again.

But not ere him who summoneth

I first have seen, enwound

With blooming robes, purpureal, cypress-crowned;

His name I know, and what his trumpet saith.

Whether man’s heart or life it be which yields

Thee harvest, must Thy harvest fields

Be dunged with rotten death?

Now of that long pursuit

Comes on at hand the bruit;

That Voice is round me like a bursting sea:

“And is thy earth so marred,

Shattered in shard on shard?

Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest Me!

Strange, piteous, futile thing,

Wherefore should any set thee love apart?

Seeing none but I makes much of naught,” He said,

“And human love needs human meriting,

How hast thou merited–

Of all man’s clotted clay rhe dingiest clot?

Alack, thou knowest not

How little worthy of any love thou art!

Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee

Save Me, save only Me?

All which I took from thee I did but take,

Not for thy harms.

But just that thou might’st seek it in my arms.

All which thy child’s mistake

Fancies as lost, I have stored for the at home;

Rise, clasp My hand, and come!”

Halts by me that footfall;

Is my gloom, after all,

Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?

“Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,

I am He Whom thou seekest!

Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest Me.”

Francis Thompson (1859-1907)

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As swallows trickle in, San Juan Capistrano plans celebration

21 Wednesday Mar 2012

Posted by Lynden Rodriguez in Archaeology, Catholics & Carmelites, History, Museums, Travel

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The 54th annual Swallows’ Day Parade is expected to draw 35,000 to 40,000 people to the mission town on Saturday. A street fair will feature crafts, music and games.

With few swallows at Mission San Juan Capistrano on St. Joseph’s Day, other avian performers took the stage at the old mission. (Mark Boster / Los Angeles Times / March 19, 2012)

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By Dan Weikel, Los Angeles Times

March 20, 2012

The air may be chilly from the weekend’s winter storm, but San Juan Capistrano is gearing up for spring by celebrating the annual return of the swallows.

Monday was Swallows’ Day for Mission San Juan Capistrano, where lore has it that cliff swallows return each year just in time for St. Joseph’s Day after wintering 6,000 miles away in Argentina.

Although the gregarious birds have hardly been seen at the historic mission in recent years, swallows nest in small numbers elsewhere, in the eaves of schools, shopping malls and underneath freeway overpasses. They can often be seen feeding on insects early in the morning or at dusk.

“I know they are around because I have seen them,” said Jeff Schroeder, a member of the event’s executive board. “They will be coming in sporadically over the next 30 to 45 days.”

San Juan Capistrano will hold its 54th annual Swallows’ Day Parade and street fair Saturday, featuring about 3,200 participants, more than 500 horses, 11 marching bands and dozens of entries that celebrate the city’s Spanish, Western and Juaneno Indian heritage.

This year’s festival theme is celebrating the Old West. About 35,000 to 40,000 visitors are expected to attend what has become one of the largest non-motorized parades in the nation.

The 1.5-mile parade is to begin at 11 a.m. on El Camino Real at Ortega Highway and move along Del Obispo Road to Camino Capistrano, then head north back toward the Mission San Juan Capistrano. The parade is expected to last more than two hours.

The Mercado Street Faire will be held from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. at the historic Town Center Park off El Camino Real at Ortega Highway. Organizers say the fair will feature about 100 vendors selling crafts, clothing, games, food, beer and wine. Rick and the Working Cowboy Band will provide country western music.

San Juan Capistrano will close its streets in the festival and parade area at 10 a.m. Motorists can find parking on the perimeter of the event.

Shuttle service will be available at the Endevco and Fluidmaster parking lots off Rancho Viejo Road or at the San Juan Capistrano Community Center and Sports Park off Camino Del Avion near Del Obispo. The shuttles will run from 8 a.m. to 5:45 p.m. The cost is $2 for a round trip. Children under 12 are free.

Metrolink commuter rail service also will be available.

For more information, call (949) 493-1976 or go online to.

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Copyright © 2012, Los Angeles Times

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A reading from the Church Fathers: See How the Word Stooped Down to Us

16 Friday Mar 2012

Posted by Lynden Rodriguez in Archaeology, Bible, Books, Catholics & Carmelites, Christian Stuff, History, Museums, Religion & Observances

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One of the most profound verses in Scripture, says St. Cyril of Alexandria, is the little verse where Luke tells us that Jesus grew up in the ordinary human way.

“And the child grew and became strong, filled with wisdom; and the favor of God was upon him” (Luke 2:40).

To say that the child Jesus grew, and became strong, filled with wisdom, and the favor of God was upon Him, must be taken as referring to his human nature.

Look closely how profound this dispensation is: the Word tolerates being born in human fashion, although in his divine nature he has no beginning and is not subject to time. He who as God is all perfect, submits to bodily growth: the Incorporeal has limbs that advance to the ripeness of manhood. He is filled with wisdom who is himself all wisdom.

What can we say to this? By these things he who was in the form of the Father is made like us. The Rich is in poverty; the High is in humiliation. He who, as God, possesses everything, is said to be “filled.” So thoroughly did God the Word empty himself ! And the things that are written of him as a man show what kind of emptying it was. For it would be impossible for the Word begotten of God the Father to admit anything like this into his own nature; but when he became flesh, a man like us, then he was born according to the flesh of a woman, and is said also to have been subject to the things that belong to human nature. Though the Word, being God, could have made his flesh spring forth at once from the womb as a complete and perfect man, yet this would have been of the nature of a portent: and therefore he gave the habits and laws of human nature power even over his own flesh.

–St. Cyril of Alexandria, Commentary on Luke, Sermon 5

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A reading from the Church Fathers: Love the Sinner Hate the Sin

09 Friday Mar 2012

Posted by Lynden Rodriguez in Bible, Books, Catholics & Carmelites, Christian Stuff, Religion & Observances

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Louis Comfort Tiffany, Window of St. Augustine, in the Lightner Museum, St. Augustine, Florida (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

St. Augustine carefully worked out what has become a famous formulation of Christian ethics: love the sinner, hate the sin. Even the sinner is good by nature. If we’re careful to distinguish the sin, everything else is worthy of our love.

But the character of the human will is important here. If it is wrong, these motions of the soul will be wrong; but if it is right, they will be not only blameless but commendable.

So the man who lives according to God, and not according to man, should be a lover of good, and therefore a hater of evil. And since no one is evil by nature, but whoever is evil is evil by vice, whoever lives according to God should hold a perfect hatred toward evil men. He should not hate the man because of his vice, or love the vice because of the man. Instead, he should hate the vice and love the man.

Once the vice is cursed, all that should be loved will remain, and nothing that should be hated.

–St. Augustine, City of God, 14.6

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A reading from the Church Fathers: Don’t Make Excuses

03 Saturday Mar 2012

Posted by Lynden Rodriguez in Bible, Catholics & Carmelites, Christian Stuff, Religion & Observances

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It’s human nature to try to make excuses for our sins. But we shouldn’t do it, says St. Augustine. We’re only making the sin worse by showing our ungodly pride.

But it is a worse and more damnable pride that looks around for the shelter of an excuse even in obvious sins. Our first parents did just that: the woman said, “The serpent beguiled me, and I ate,” and the man said, “The woman whom you gave to be with me, she gave me fruit of the tree, and I ate” (Genesis 3:12-13).

No begging for pardon, no appeal for healing. They did not deny (like Cain) that they had done the thing, but their pride tries to push its wickedness off onto someone else—the woman’s pride to the serpent, the man’s to the woman.

But where there is a plain breaking of a divine commandment, this is accusing yourself instead of excusing yourself. The fact that the woman sinned on the serpent’s persuasion, and the man on the woman’s offer, did not make the sin any less—as if there were anyone we ought to believe or yield to rather than God.

–St. Augustine, City of God, 14.14

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Drumwall, a Science Fiction Novel by Lynden Rodriguez

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