Thursday, March 8, 2012

Free Housing !!


Live rent-free, with nothing to pay -- neither mortgage nor property tax !!  Spaces available immediately … beneath the nearest bridge.

Check out the Republican dream-vision…. Austerity Village, currently in a dry-run beside the scenic Mediterranean.  Think of it as Club Med without the membership fees !!

The spoilsport columnist comments:  “The rescue packages seem more about saving French and German banks than saving Greece.”  -- Hey there, buddy, banks are corporations, which means, they’re people too !!

[Update 11 III 2012]  To help you negotiate this brave new world, you'll need a
    Personal Poverty Trainer

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Higgs-like odor detected


BUMP DISCOVERED IN DATA
Crowds Go Wild

From today’s New York Times:

Physicists from the Fermi National Accelerator Laboratory in Batavia, Ill., say they have found a bump in their data that might be the long-sought Higgs boson,
Beate Heinemann, a professor at the University of California, Berkeley, who has been deeply involved in analyzing data from the Large Hadron Collider, said recently of the CERN results, “This very much smells like the Higgs boson.” But, she noted, the signal could also go away when more data is obtained.


Those of you who enjoy hearing the thing (or the no-thing) called the “God particle”, can consult a more breathless account  in today’s Washington Post, still pandering away at the same stand.   (The downside to such a come-on is, should physics determine that there’s no Higgs after all…. You see the problem.)

The Higgs boson, you probably know, is the Official Subatomic Mascot of the media, doing yeoman work over the years and decades, by repeatedly being sought-for, and repeatedly failing to show up.  The Godot boson, we might dub it.  The whole process feels a little like the Republican Presidential primaries.
Exciting details here.


[Updates 8 III 2012]  On a more serious note:

Science vs. sideshow:

China advances in particle physics:

The Theology of “Angel”


[Dr J to Dr K:]
Not of angels -- but of Angel, in the Buffyverse.

As you may know, it is a peculiarity of M.X. Murphy, that although he has battled the Devil in every case he ever took -- quite consciously and explicitly  in the later ones (as yet unpublished),  still and all he does sincerely pray   that the Devil may yet repent, and be saved.

(For a sample of this strange attitude, click here:



The closest thing I’ve seen, to what such repentence might look like, is the character of “Angel”, in the series of the same name.  (He appears as well in “BtVS”, but  in that context  doesn’t go anywhere near as deep.)   The series as a whole is not explicitly Christian, or even Theist, but -- its faithful adherence to this deep idea, over several years, is impressive.

Now:   Do you yourself know of any parallel -- in literature ancient or modern, in folklore, in theological writings, to Angel’s case?  Cf. & ctr. the Ancient Mariner, whose penance lasts forever -- yet it feels imposed, not embraced;  and it -- how to phrase this… only goes as far as it goes;  whereas Angel’s has no limits whatsoever.  His repentence is deep and pure -- beyond our understanding, really -- perhaps in proportion to the evil he had previously wrought.  In which case -- How bright and shining would be the true repentence of Satan !!!

[Dr K to Dr J:]
This is a very deep matter which requires more research. Orthodox and Catholic saints and doctors run the gambit between saying that the Devil can and/or will never repent.

I don't think that enough work has been done to ground human willfulness/sinfulness with that of Satan's--not as a matter of the original fall being Satan's, but that they are all part of a unified fall. Otherwise, the myth is too immature, describing a Deity who loses control of his creation and finds it smashed by a naughty boy.

The problem is, if we grandfather Satan into our fall and call it just a dynamic exploration of free will, how do we praise the faithfulness of the Archangel Michael?

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Genesis of a Collection


Dr Keith Massey is not only my friend and spiritual advisor, but my publisher.
Here is a note he sent, while putting together the collection of detective stories (some previously published, some not) I Don't Do Divorce Cases.

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If possible, could you send me a list of the order of all the stories as you think they would work as a whole. When I get home from Church I'm going to assemble the lot and then begin a close read through. That way I could give input on how the stories interreacted as well.

KAM
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[The reply:]

This is actually a case in which the author has no privileged perspective.
The stories were written in no particular order, with no eventual omnibus publication in mind.
Literally, most of them occurred to me in the shower, and I rushed to write them down before the inspiration evaporated along with the steam of the bath:  that is why some of them are so concentrated and short.

The naive reader is not well positioned to make a structural decision.
But you are an *instructed* reader -- not only in the sense that you'll pick up on any allusions to the Aeniad or to Job, but because you have been literally instructed by the author:  He has shown you his hand.  So, you already know the philosophy behind it all.   Since you're going to read thru all the stories anyway, treat the matter logically, sorting the stories like solitaire as you go along.  As: "Hm, this one makes reference to a case in which the client's missing husband was a figment of her old maid's imagination, so it has to be ordered after that one."

I have previously indicated the book-ends:

  (alpha) Nice Knowing You (a.k.a. I Don't Do Divorce Cases) -- before Joey existed, before theology entered in;
  (omega) Lost and Found
  Here, Murphy is at the end of his rope, and we come to the end of our tales.

There is only a shadowy, peripheral, figures-in-Hades role for Joey, because here it could logically all take place in Murphy's head:  he could be an actual Brain in a Vat.  And even assuming that he really did the things described, there still is no palpable story, since there is no literal missing "diamond"  -- that is purely a symbol of lost virginity, lost innocence, what you wish.  The diamond is 'restored' to its 'rightful owner', not by any shamus shenanigans, but by Grace:  having truly hit bottom (his hurling away the stolen pearl  is a rejection of any contrived solution  this side the eschaton) Murphy nonetheless discovers (tacitly; he might or might  not be able to verbally voice this) that, despite all tribulations, he does indeed believe in the Resurrection.  The diamond of that hope has, in a sense, been restored, not to Sola Gratia (who never really lost it), but to Murphy.
("Sola Gratia":  okay, that's another place where I am way too obvious, but I wanted to provide a confirming Answer Key to any reader who, by the time he ges to this last piece, thinks he has figured it all out.)

So after that -- how could we ever go back to some merry caper about stolen cars?


Beyond these termini, a quo and ad quem, the choice is yours.

Generally (and logically speaking), these are the guidelines:
  * The more world-weary Murphy is, the longer he has been in this business.
  * The more 'meta' a piece is, the farther back it goes.
(Thus, the one in iambic pentameters, written as a direct response to listening to Paradise Lost on an audiobook, would come very late.)

[Sidenote:   Another guideline, theoretically, would be a theological evolution.
*Most* of those stories were written before I was baptised.
And yet -- all the theology is already present in nuce in the early pieces.
It's the same with Chesterton:  you can't tell which pieces were written before, and which after,
he was received into the Church.  Amazingly, he wrote Orthodoxy *before*.]


The 'meta' pieces must go last, not merely because they might be more difficult for the average reader to understand, but because they undermine the whole series, which is thus revealed to traverse a Hegelian arc, with the last pieces being the Antithesis.  They say, in effect:  "This whole vein is now played out.  I don't want to write detective stories anymore."
And the synthesis?  -- The rest of my life.

[Note:  The stories get more 'meta' as they go along, and mostly have not been published.
If interest warrants, they shall be.  But so far  sales do not justify further publication.]

Reason & Revelation


[There was a feature on Slate for a while, called “The Breakfast Club”, in which a small group of friends who were also semi-luminaries chatted about important topics.   That is a wonderful thing to be an active participant in yourself, in real time;  but somehow it didn’t translate well to the page.
At the risk of similarly irking our readers, and in pursuit of our Lenten agenda, we offer an exchange of emails between myself and Dr Massey:  with only this excuse, that, as this correspondence dates from two years ago, it has had time to ‘cool’;  so that if it seems to me worth reading now, it might so seem to you.
Note:  This exchange concerns the role of Revelation in general.  For the Biblical book of that name, click here.
Here you go.]

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Dr J:

From the current New Oxford Review:

"Catholics are open to both Athens and Jerusalem, 
 to both reason and revelation."

This resonates profoundly;  as does much else in this issue (e.g. the review re Darwin).

Now... you have traveled the whole trajectory that I have,  and gone one step further -- to Eastern Orthodoxy,
which is still  mysterious to me.
The Catholic practice of Reason is well-known, and profound.  
Where is Eastern Orthodoxy, on that branch of this most necessary  dichotomy?
Who are their Scholastics, and their modern Catholic equivalents?

~

Dr K:

The original Athens/Jerusalem dichotomy comes from Tertullian (North Africa, second century) who asked "What has Athens to do with Jerusalem? (De praescriptione, vii)".

His point was that Christians have to ultimately pick revelation over reason.

At the same time, however, Christian writers were quite rightly bringing reason in the back door and applying the methods of philosophical discourse to their treatment of theological matters.

I am a student of antiquity. When I wrenched my gut over the pain I would inflict in abandoning my Lutheran upbringing, I eventually found the strength to do it for what Augustine already in the year 400 could describe as the Church:

Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you!  You were within me, but I was outside, and it was there that I searched for you. (Confessions 27.38).

Augustine of Hippo


But upon my entrance into the Western Branch of the Historical Church I discovered, to my horror, that I had wandered in during what seems to the first and only thirty year span of the Roman Church going completely off her rocker. All the beauty I anticipated  had already been a decade earlier jettisoned in the name of bringing Mass down to less than an hour so the Soccer Moms could fit it into their busy schedules.

In my previous account I focused on why I am, in my heart, a Roman Catholic, but sojourning in the Eastern Church.

Let me refine that description just a bit and explain that I am an Historical Christian who believes that the ancient Faith once practiced jointly by West and East is the True Church instituted by Jesus.  A part of that True Faith is an important role to be exercised by the successor of Peter in the Bishop of Rome. But he is currently presiding over a shambles.

A clincher for me was, while working in Canon Law, I received an amendment to the Law that would now allow a cremated body to be in the Church and stand for the body.

You may think, what's the problem with that?

The problem is that the Church condemned cremation two thousand years ago as a rejection of the resurrection. It was what set us apart from the pagans around us. And the Church had made the concession that cremation could be done. But the ashes resulting could not be then brought into the Church and stand where the casket should have.

And I was bewildered to think that *I* should be living through a two thousand year old Christian principle being abandoned.

The Orthodox, of course, do not allow it. That's because we practice still the Christian Faith as the entire Church was practicing it in the year 900.

And so, despite my still firm belief that the Bishop of Rome has an important role in the Church, I am more comfortable in a Church where I don't have to look over my shoulder and wonder what two thousand year old and cherished practice will be canceled next Tuesday.

Back to the matter at hand. While Orthodoxy does maintain, in an almost ossified fashion, the Faith as practiced in 950, it has been perhaps her injury of being out of Communion with the Bishop of Rome that she has not produced a truly notable theologian since then. The high period of Western Scholasticism, which finds its pinnacle with St. Thomas of Aquinas, is a tribute to the application of logic to revelation.

In earlier centuries, however, the East produced profound thinkers, such as Chrysostom, Basil, Gregory of Nazianzus.

It is also possible that the East's waning can be attributed to the fact that shortly after those notables, the entire Eastern Church was brought under the domination of Islam.

I come back to the theme I have pressed in my various treatises on this topic. The Eastern and Western Churches need each other desperately. The West needs the balance and solidity that the East has kept. The East needs the sense of the living spirit that the West has cultivated.

And I've told you that I long ago, even as a Protestant, believed I had a particular mission in this.

It's all that matters.

[For further theological essays from Dr. Massey:
http://magnaliadei.blogspot.com/ ]

Footnote for  Latin lovers:
The quotation from Saint Augustine is famous; we give the Latin here:
Sero te amavi, pulchritudo tam antiqua et tam nova, sero te amavi! et ecce intus eras et ego foris, et ibi te quaerebam.

Monday, March 5, 2012

An Exciting Story


… in a great big clipper ship,
going from this land into that,
in a sailor’s  suit and cap …
-- Lou Reed  ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=nz6nq4AhFZE )

Doctor Dolittle had a good idea.  He decided to have an adventure.
He decided to get together his trusty ship  and sail to Antarctica,
to seek out the Penguin King.

He took along his friends for crew and company:
Tommy, Polynesia, Gub-Gub, and all the rest.
They packed special things in their duffel bags,
good things to eat, and things to keep warm.

This was an important scientific expedition.
Doctor Dolittle knew the penguin language very well,
but he needed to clear up some fine points about relative clauses and intransitive verbs.

They sailed, and they sailed, and they sailed.

Finally they reached Antarctica.  Lots of ice!
They looked all around as if they were lost.
Then Doctor Dolittle pulled out a map.

“It says here the Penguin King lives at the South Pole.”
So they all pulled on their mittens  and walked to the South Pole.

“Look!” said Gub-Gub. “Up ahead -- the Penguin King!”
And there he was.
He perched on a throne, and wore a golden crown.
That way everybody knew that he was King.
They said things like “Your Highness” and “Your Majesty” a lot.
It was fun.

Doctor Dolittle and the Penguin King said things in penguin talk.
The Penguin King asked how things were back at Oxford, where he’d read Greats.
Doctor Dolittle said that things back at Oxford were just swell.
Meanwhile Gub-Gub  played with the chicks.

“Well, it’s time for my nap,” said the Penguin King.
“Yes,” said the Doctor, “and we must be back at Puddleby in time for tea.”

So they shook hands (or flipper, as the case may be),
and Doctor Dolittle sailed back to England,
brushed his teeth, and went to bed.

Night night, sleep tight --
Don’t let the bedbugs bite !

Sunday, March 4, 2012

The Second Great Schism


As part of our Lenten observance, we offer a selection from the correspondence of our friend and spiritual advisor, Dr. Keith Massey.
In addition to his doctorate in the Biblical languages, Dr. Massey graduated from a Lutheran seminary (the confession of his birth and upbringing);  worked for some years for the RCC in the field of canon law; and finally converted to Orthodoxy:  where, however, he retains the wisdom of all he has seen before.  In this respect, he resembles John Henry Cardinal Newman -- one of his spiritual and intellectual heroes.
What follows is a personal and private email, sent to myself,  which he has graciously granted permission to make public.   He has many polished and considered essays, on this site,


if you care to consult them.  (This is the “Orthodox Page”  referred to below.)  But there is something to be said as well  for the spontaneous effusion  to a friend.  (Compare Luther’s Tischreden.)

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The Second Great Schism

I have a thought I have been drafting in my mind. The following will be a rough draft of an attempt to put it into words. This may eventually become a blog post I'll produce for the Orthodox Page I'm going to work for.

First off, there are many candidates running for the title "First Great Schism." Western Church Historians, virtually not even considering the break with the East frequently refer to the petty and ultimately unimportant pissing battle between Italian and French Cardinals as "The Great Schism." I'm going to set it aside as the insignificant event it was.

Quite obviously, the Church Universal suffered what must be called the First Great Schism when the East and the West broke Communion. That did not actually happen, contrary to popular belief, in the year 1054. It is known historically that Eastern priests communed Westerners during the First Crusade. But clearly the early centuries of the Second Christian Millennium did crystalize with East and West no longer sharing Sacraments. They made abortive attempts to patch it in the next four hundred years, but it did not hold. And then six hundred more years of separation ensued.
As the Middle Ages drew to a close with the dawn of the Renaissance, a community of Churches in Northern Germany pushed back against only the very worst of the abuses of the Western Church. But they did not just hold to the rest of Tradition. They cherished it. Thus was born the Lutheran Church.

And then they watched in utter dismay, even within the lifetime of the original Reformers, as other portions of the Western Church went, theologically and biblically, totally and utterly off their rockers.

The next several centuries saw the East ossify into communities that maintain the 10th Century as if there were not nine before and have not been any since.

The main body of Western Christianity entrenched and militantly, even admirably, evangelized most of the Western Hemisphere. The descendants of the Renaissance protest movement, also known as Protestantism, mutated into a dizzying array of views. A few bodies of the original protest, the English Church and the Lutheran Communities, held their ground and remained within the orbit of the Tradition from which they were born.

And then came what I am going to call...the Moment.

I am asserting that in the late 50's there was a moment when Western Christianity could very probably have been reunited, but for one thing.

First off, nothing happened in the late 50's. But in the 60's the Western World was engulfed in a momentary spirit of revolution against all the norms that came before it. And it was in that context that the main body of the Western Church made several internal changes. And in fact they changed virtually everything that the original Northern German protest movement pushed back against.

But the main body of the Western Church, even as they did this, said to those Northern European Brethren, through their resolutions, "Don't you ever dare to ask us to admit we were wrong."

And that tone, that arrogance that, even as they silently dropped the errors that prompted the Reformation, would never even whisper regret, is what signaled to the rest of Western Christendom that there was no true dialogue to reconciliation.

And I am saying that on a deep psychological level, the rest of the Protestant world felt a chill sweep through it with this development. In a way, for the main body of the Western Church to suddenly move toward them, while simultaneously snubbing them, produces a revulsive reaction. In a market economy interpretation, what are Churches like the Lutherans and Anglicans supposed to do when suddenly the Catholics are on the market as if New Lutherans? To the extent that they were pushed away by the Catholics, they reacted predictably. They moved off. The left-ward movement of the Lutherans and Anglicans immediately following Vatican II is a reaction to the entrance of that Bear into the Market for the Middle.

And Lutherans and Anglicans shortly after that evolve into one of two things. One group crystalizes into virtual Medievalists. The other group begin to wander into Modernism.

The Eastern Church arrived into the modern age through a series of beleaguered occupations. Where they weren't dominated by Islam, they were then oppressed by Communism. For a brief window the Empire of Russia fostered missionaries who succeeded in evangelizing significant portions of Eastern Asia, to include a thriving Orthodox community in Japan, as well as Alaska. In the post Communist era, the Eastern Church has rebounded dramatically and even found its footing in asserting authority over expatriates in Western lands.

So what I am declaring the Second Great Schism is the ideological break we are now observing between, on the one hand the Catholic Church and the Orthodox Church, and the remainder of Western Christendom. And I am asserting that the historical schema I present above could and would have been entirely different if the main body of the Western Church had taken a different approach as recently as the late 1950's. In the context of the late 1950's, when Lutheranism worldwide, as well as Anglicanism, was somewhat monolithic in practice and belief, if in that context the Roman Catholic Church had enacted the changes she made at Vatican II but also simultaneously stated to the Lutheran and Anglican bodies that the Roman Catholic Church was in error in the 16th century in not making these changes then, and also stated that she regretted the separation of communion and begged forgiveness and was open to reconciliation, I believe that the next four decades of Christian history would have looked very different.

I believe that the Lutherans and Anglicans would have been much more hesitant in enacting changes as radical as the ordination of women if reconciliation with the Catholics was really a realistic proposition. Because it was not, and because the Catholics were seeming to invade the market of the middle, there was the subconscious impetus to innovate and follow the Zeitgeist.

What I am saying is that a period of potential reconciliation was mainly botched by the Roman Catholics. Now, one could ask, what would have happened if they did what I am suggesting. The system that evangelized the Western Hemisphere, built on the premise that the Pope in Rome was the very voice of God, what would have happened, what would even happen today, if he so much as suggested that they were wrong, truly wrong, at any point in time?

The answer is, they would have forgiven  him. They would forgive themselves. They would forgive all past Popes all their sins. And that is because they have indeed done as good a job as Lutherans in teaching the doctrine that we are all sinners and rely on God's grace for salvation. 

But the leaders instead, fearing a revolution, allowed just a superficial Reformation but would not surrender a meaningful apology.

Sadly, if I'm right about what could have been, we are further away from that point now then we were in 1580.

Insights Lost


There is a very good movie, starring James Stewart, about how this country was made: “The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance” (1962).
Gene Pitney had a hit with a related song:


From the lyrics:

            From out of the East, a Stranger came -- a lawbook in his hand;  :  a Man    (!);
            the kind of a  Man    the West would need,  to tame a  troubled    Land…  (!)

And it struck me:  Betcha nine-tenths of the Americans alive now  have no idea what this really means.

What it means is:  for there to even be an America,
an easeful America      from the cradle of whose comforts
we can look languidly down   upon the dustybloody pre-MirandaRights antics of our ancestors,
there had to be …..   Guys like that.

And note -- this not some sentimental glorification of Cowboy Ways -- quite the contrary!
A man from the East, with a lawbook in his hand (plus, necessarily,  
a gun to back it up…)

Now, I’ve been listening  to “Gunsmoke”  on the radio,
old broadcasts from the 40’s  and the pre-Ike fifties:
and it’s the same deal.
No romancing of any of it, really.
Marshall Dillon’s no   Sy Stallone/Charles Bronson jerk;
he does what he has to do,
and mostly hates it.
The job   sucks.  You can feel his weariness
All those    cowpokes and the cattle-rustlers and the bustling bars,
it is  here  not    picturesque:  it’s raw material,
for what is now known as “nation-building”,
but what    back then    was known as   :
building a nation

So while the guys  had to do
things  not in accordance with  the latest pronouncements
of the ACLU,  or the Diversity Dean at Vasser,
still,
that’s what they did,   Right or Wrong,  John;
that’s what went down,

while the nation built up…

-- -- --  Live with it.

~

Liberty Valance -- note the name.   And yet “the bravest in the West”, the song says, was not that swaggering gunslinger, but a man of law.

[For Murphy’s take on Liberty in our own time, click here.]