Quotes by persons worth quoting II  

Posted by The Viking

"The truth is, of course, that the curtness of the Ten Commandments is an evidence, not of the gloom and narrowness of a religion, but, on the contrary, of its liberality and humanity. It is shorter to state the things forbidden than the things permitted: precisely because most things are permitted, and only a few things are forbidden."

Happy Feast of the Assumption!  

Posted by Agnes Regina in

Assumpta est Maria in coelum, gaudent angeli, collaudantes benedicunt Dominum. Maria virgo assumpta est ad aethereum thalamum, in quo Rex regum stellato sedet solio.
Here is an old poem resurrected in honor of the day, our parish's Patronal Feast.

Mary, what can I say in praise of thee?
All words fail to describe thy holiness;
Royal scion of David's noble tree,
Your beauty doth surpass all loveliness.

Many have sought to praise thee worthily
And better poets than I have fallen short;
Repeatedly I fail to praise enough,
Yet still I strive to praise thee as I ought.

Mother above all Mothers loving, sweet,
Above the Angels brilliant white in grace,
Rose of the world, Lily of purity,
Your glory glorifies the human race!

Mary, O hear my prayer, my Mother dear,
As thou art pure, help me to stay unstained,
Remember me, help me, till by thy aid
Your side, and your Son's footstool, I have gained.

Miracles Still Happen!  

Posted by Agnes Regina

A friend just sent me this video, recounting a Eucharistic miracle in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Absolutely amazing.


Quotes by persons worth quoting...  

Posted by The Viking

GK Chesterton
from, Eugenics and other Evils
"...evil always takes advantage of ambiguity..."

The Viking

Feminist Zeitgeist: It's In Your Brain!! Ahh!!  

Posted by The Glo-ness

Okay everybody, quick vocab quiz: What is the definition of zeitgeist? Zeitgeist, anyone...anyone? Okay...zeitgeist is a German word meaning "time-spirit" and it is defined as "the spirit of the time; general trend of thought or feeling characteristic of a particular period of time."

So what is our modern zeitgeist? Modernism!! (cue the gagging!!) And what is controlling our modern-day zeitgeist? The media! (Bonus points if you said "Masons!" ;) TV, Radio and magazines have all been giving us a steady psychological diet of liberal ideas, and feminism has been a huge ingredient in that diet. Because of our modern saturation of media information, now many women hold feminist beliefs without even knowing it.

So in the interest of fighting all things feminist and the spirit of the world, here are what I believe to be the top ten feminist ideas that us women (and men) could quite possibly be absorbing in some way:

(1) Men are the enemy. Don't trust them. (And NEED them?!! Heaven forbid!!)

(2) Abortion is a sacred right. (Because... you know...it's just tissue)

(3) The "right" way to do anything is to do it like a man would-to serve and be vulnerable is loathsome. (Yes, it's better to be a woman-just don't act like one)

(4) Motherhood is subordinate to any kind of career. (Dollars are more important than persons, esp. little persons)

(5) Domesticity is for airheads. (Because if you had brains you'd be using them-at a job...)

(6) Marriage is a cop-out. (What is this, a fairy tale?!)

(7) Chastity is silly and uncalled-for. (Who cares? Fighting nature is too hard...)

(8) Men and women are equal, but women must be preferred in all situations. (Yeah, we're equal all right-just more equal than you...)

(9) Gender roles are oppressive and outdated. (Come on, what is this, the 50's?!)

(10) Patriarchy is the great evil. (Seriously, it's right up there with "intolerance"..)

Well, there you have it. I guarantee if you start looking around and paying attention, you'll see what I mean. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some brain de-toxing to do.... ;)

An Evening in Rivendell  

Posted by Agnes Regina

The de Erausquin house has been given the name of Rivendell, the house of Elrond, not only for our love of all things Tolkien but for the hospitality Mami and Tata are famous for. Let me give you a brief picture of a typical barbecue night.

About four or five, the girls begin to set the table (all but the one who's taking care of the baby, if anyone is) and Rocio or Ignacio is sent to start the fire after the little boys gather enough sticks. By the time the guests arrive, the fire is blazing and Tata is starting to put red-hot coals into the grill to start the bratwurst cooking. Beer (or wine) and conversation ensue - both around the fire, where Tata is busily making more fire just in case, and in the kitchen, where Mami is making salad and directing the setting of the table by one or more of the girls. Of course, something always gets forgotten, be it water, wine, corkscrew, or napkins... and there's always an argument as to how many can fit at the grown-ups' table. (The answer is anywhere from eight to a dozen.)

When the brats are ready dinner is served - everyone crowds into the dining room, takes his place, and when the chaos is more or less over and the salad served, we say grace. Then the meat begins to be passed around, and at various points in the deafening roar of conversation and eating we have a brief interruption while someone gets sent to bring in the next piece that's ready.

When the meal is over, the younger boys are set to picking up the plates while the unfortunate older kid whose turn it is, complaining and protesting, goes to start putting them in the dishwasher. As there is never room enough for all the plates we use on a typical barbecue night, the rest must needs be done by hand. Another older girl puts on the coffee and begins to carefully bring out the delicate coffee cups and saucers (these, a wedding gift to Mami and Tata, are lovely, thin china, blue-and-white, with real gold-leaf edges and trim, so the one that breaks one might risk getting killed slowly and painfully!) At the same time, dessert is served. The little ones eat it quickly and clamor to be allowed to retire and play in the library; the grown-ups release them and enjoy the relative quiet over dessert and coffee.

At this point Tata is liable to say, "Inés (or Ignacio), bring me the guitar." The one so commanded hands him the gorgeous old instrument, which results in a long and meticulous tuning session in the course of which he will exclaim several times, "Ig, I don't know how you can play this thing in such bad tune!" Then he strums idly for a while, continuing the conversation, and finally we begin to sing the zambas, the wonderful (and usually sad) traditional songs of Argentina. I'll join in with the piano or recorder, and sometimes Ignacio picks up the smaller guitar and attempts to fill in some ornaments as well. Then comes the flamenco; and finally, I'll take the piano and (yes, I confess it) show off for a while, playing and then singing whatever I think of or whatever Tata asks for.

When the guests finally decide to go home it's usually close to midnight, and we are left to finish clearing and cleaning up and go to bed, usually with the prospect of getting up fairly early the next morning (as these are usually on Saturday, and there is, of course, choir practice and Mass the next day!)