CCLXXXII – Any Enemy of Our Lady Is My Enemy

I just received an email from my parish that a grotto dedicated to Our Lady, with a statue of her and three smaller statues representing the children of Fatima, was vandalized beyond repair last night. I am deeply saddened by this–and surprisingly find myself angry. That isn’t just OUR Blessed Mother, that is MY Blessed Mother. And yours too.

This particular grotto is of profound personal importance to me as well. […] Just last night I attended a meeting of the Legion of Mary, and after the meeting went to offer flowers to Our Lady at this grotto. I might have been the last person to see the statue fully intact, excluding the perpetrators.

I am angry at this news–angry as if my own mother had been assaulted in the street. I don’t care so much about the personal loss of a place of fond memory–I know the grotto will be replaced and I have already emailed my parish Priest to offer my time, treasure, and talent, such as it is, to any efforts to replace the grotto. I don’t care so much either about the physical loss–though it is great. I am upset that a sacred place has been desecrated, that Our Lady has been treated with disrespect, that some soul in a place of torment and trial felt that this was a good idea.

To the perpetrator or perpetrators, I have only pity. Mary is literally Christ’s mother, so I can only pray that God have mercy on their souls. May their guardian angels bring them to repentance and convert them. May this loss–which, after all, is a merely physical loss–be turned to good for the conversion of souls with and through the intercession of Mary.

But know also this: Any enemy of Our Lady of Peace is my enemy. God’s justice and retribution is greater than anything I could offer, my revenge will be in helping to restore the grotto to a place of greater glory and to direct more souls to the care and intercession of Our Blessed Mother. I will wage war through prayer.

Please join me in battle, and pray the Litany of Loreto (Link Here) for the souls of the perpetrators, and for my Parish to consecrate itself more fully to Our Lady.

To Jesus, Through Mary

AMDG

(k) – Five Books

JMSmith’s latest article reminded me of a quote by Seneca the Younger which I provided in a comment. The fruit of that quote is that it is better to invest deeply in a few books deeply than to have a shallow understanding of many books.

Inspired by the article and the quote, I have decided to document, off-the-cuff, Five books which I would choose to be my intellectual food if I had to choose five and read no others for the rest of my life.

In no particular order of precedence, having spent no more time to think about this than it takes to write at this moment:

  1. The Bible
  2. Don Quixote – Cervantes
  3. Joan of Arc – Twain
  4. How to Win Friends and Influence People – Carnegie
  5. Lee’s Lieutenants – Freeman (Ignore the fact that it is three volumes)

The Bible as the Holy Scripture, I must invest more deeply in the scriptures anyway. An essential part of the list.

Don Quixote as a parable simultaneously in Chivalry, Satire, and the Peasant life.

Joan of Arc as the well documented life of a Saint and a demonstration of what can be done with the power of mere faith.

How to Win Friends and Influence People as a good reminder on how to be civil and courteous–in short, a practical guide on loving ones neighbor.

Lee’s Lieutenants as a manual for leadership, an indulgence in military history, and an example in living and leading with manly vigor.

(i) – Afterthought on Geographical Spirits

In my previous article I suggested that the spirit of Jersey City might be envious of the spirit of Nee York City which itself had been corrupted by mammon. It occurred to me today that this cannot be true, as to suggest an angel has vices just is to suggest that it is in fact a demon. Demons do not get dominion over anything, and Angels are faultless by their very nature and essence.

The truth is probably closer to that of Guardian Angels, who are custodians of evil men as much as good men. Evil men aren’t guarded by demons, but they probably are tempted by and in some cases maybe even “possessed” by them. Angels can be custodians of evil or ugly cities. The evil or ugliness of cities says more about the collective virtue of the people than the faultless spirit which watches over them.

So I offer my sincere apologies to the Angels of Jersey City, New York City, Las Vegas, and any other place Whose spirit I may have maligned. May the residents of those places discover the benefits of your care and join you in offering God praises for those blessings.

AMDG

CCLXXV – Architecture

When I was in highschool I thought I wanted to be an architect. I ended up deciding on accounting but I still have an appreciation for architecture as both form and function.

Over Christmas and New Years I was traveling, and I visited Manhattan, Brooklyn, and Jersey City. I am writing this from the bus back and we just passed through Washington, DC and will soon return to my home in Virginia.

I’ve always appreciated good Architecture. Old Churches are especially beautiful—St Patricks Cathedral is a striking contrast to its surrounds. Even the Freedom Tower is aesthetically pleasing as both skyline feature and as a structure in its own right. The Art Deco style of the Empire State Building has always appealed to me for some reason.

But I think I’ve taken normal, or mundane, or mediocre architecture for granted. The design of the basic accidents of life—of homes, of grocery stores, of shops, of roadways and bridges. These have a big impact on what you feed your eyes. I was thinking of this while the bus passed through DC. Even the bad buildings still look like they were designed intentionally. There is a definite architectural motif to DC and you don’t appreciate it until you get away from it.

But man. Jersey City is ugly. At least the parts of it I was in. If theres anyone that reads this from Jersey City that would like to point out the beauty, please do—I don’t relish this frivolous and strong opinion. What I saw there was no unifying architectural motif, houses crammed together out of necessity more than intentional choice, power lines criss-crossing overhead and dirty, haphazard seeming streets below. Throughout, you find pockets of beauty. The towers over the Journal Square PATH station were very striking at night; the Church where I attended Mass reminded me of a time when we built Churches to resemble houses for God rather bingo halls.

I’m suddenly self conscious of how snobbish this post seems, but I’ve never seen a place quite so steadfastly ugly. Even Las Vegas had this painted whore aesthetic where it tried to cover its ugliness in neon. It felt like Jersey City wasn’t even trying.

The reason ugliness and beauty and architecture matters is because it reflects the spirit or angel of the places. A good spirit will preside over a beautiful city. I wonder if the spirit of Jersey City is filled with Envy at its neighbor, whose friendship with mammon has enabled its opulence.

CCLXXIV – Letter From The Editor

Dear Friends,

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all! This year comes to a close and as usual I have been taking the time to reflect on the events of 2021. Regular readers may recall at the end of 2020 I predicted 2021 would be a renaissance of sorts. I had no basis for predicting this, I just knew my 2020 had ended on a terrible, terrible, sour note and it couldn’t get any worse. My 2021 ended up pretty well, both personally, professionally, and for this blog. Personally, […]. The blog has had what I consider it’s best year yet. Not really by any of the canned metrics WordPress gives us, but because I felt happier with what I’ve written this year and the philosophical trajectory of my writing than in previous years. I’ve gained a handful of followers, too modest to number, but the engagement on the topics I write about for this blog has been tremendous as well.

I don’t know if you can look back on your 2021 and see it as the feast I hoped it would be for you. Know that if you are still in the period of fasting then the feast is coming–it could come tomorrow, or a year from now. If you are in the period of feasting, thanks be to God! May it persist as long as God wills it, and may you steel yourself for when it is time to fast again.

Friends, as this year comes to a close, I wish you peace and contentment with God’s will for you in the new year. Whatever comes, may you rejoice, and bear it worthily.

Continuing the tradition of choosing patrons for this blog, in 2021 this blog was under the patronage of St. Joseph. In 2022, I will ask for the intercession of St. Paul. St. Paul the great Evangelist represents the union of tradition and charisma to bring people to Christ. I hope to continue my writing and to do so in a way that glorifies God and leads people to Him.

For myself, personally, I will ask for the patronage of St. Theresa de Avila.

Many blessings upon you in the new year!

St. Paul, pray for us!
St Theresa de Avila, pray for us!

AMDG

CCLVII – Compass For Your Soul

You have doubtless heard the call to “Follow your Dreams”. It is a well meaning cliche, with the goal of encouraging and motivating you to get out and do something worthwhile. The problem that I run into often is that these well meaning cliche’s do not come with practical advice. I get the sense “follow your dreams” is supposed to be a liberating spell–that if you didn’t know you could follow your dreams before, you can now, you have permission, go! Be free!

I am an overthinker by nature, my numerous flaws are tempered by what I hope we can agree is a good intention; otherwise what raw clay composes my person and nature has been and is being formed by God, now that I have come into the Church and have a more proper understanding of who I am in relation to Him. So when I hear the phrase “Follow your Dreams” I automatically subdivide it this way: How do I follow? What are my Dreams? If you do not enjoy the same kind of brain I have, this probably seems like a silly question. No worries, read no further–follow your dreams to a different article! For the rest of you, allow me to expand on these two questions.

The question “What are my dreams?” first came to mind some months ago. I can’t remember having a strong idea of what I wanted to be when I grew up; I don’t remember having heroes or idols I wanted to emulate. I’ve always been somewhat independent and autonomous, and I don’t really mean that in a good way. It has left me with a strong—strong—sense of bootstrapping. That whatever I do I can and must do on my own, relying on no one. You might think this is a virtue, but absent direction and faith, it fruitlessly serves no end. It wasn’t until I became Catholic that I understood what it meant to bring my concerns to God. This has helped insofar as I have begun turning to God for aid and relying less on my own plans and committing myself to His. Yet my plans still need direction.

A natural question at this point is “How did you make decisions before you started asking about your dreams?”–the answer is “poorly”. I took jobs because I needed jobs, I took the position that I was a tree and once I could set down roots I could grow into whatever direction I wanted, given enough time and consistency. I am a very patient person, and I had this vague notion that things tomorrow would be better than they are today, and that I just needed to wait and keep working. That’s not really a plan, as you can see. That is stagnation. Two camels in the desert could believe that rain is coming but the one that survives will be the one that goes looking for the oasis.

So given that the two key aspects of considering my dreams are direction and faith, I’ve got my faith down and am figuring it out with fear and trembling; what about direction? Where do I want to go?

The question is a scary one if you’ve never really thought about it. My first reaction was to feel a sense of spiritual vertigo. Like being the leader of an expedition in the wilderness, and looking at the map and suddenly not knowing where to go. I’ve written about some aspect of this sense before. Not just “where should I go”–that is an easy escape because it puts responsibility for choosing direction on someone else. Neither just “Where do I want to go” because what we want is not always what is best. Both questions are prevarication. The key thought is “Where am I going?” It is important to have direction and pursue it with diligence and decision. “Where am I going” requires an understanding of where exactly you are. What are the circumstances of your life–these make the raw materials with which your future will be crafted. You can then draw a line clearly to see where your life is going. It’s not too late to change it, or to solidify it.

And this is the final and most important part of the question of “What are my dreams?” Dreams are not lofty goals, they are not ambitions, they are not ends. Dreams are directions. I’ve never dreamed of being famous, I’ve never dreamed of renown, but I have dreamed of being useful, of doing something meaningful. I don’t want to be an astronaut, I do want to be good. I didn’t dream of being an accountant, but now that I am one, I can be the best accountant I can be. Being an accountant is an end, being a good accountant is a direction.

The second part of this is “How do I follow?” The answer is frustratingly simple: Do the work. If you have clarified your dream (your direction) then the steps you have to take to follow it become a little easier. Lets suppose you actually have the dream of being a good accountant. Well, the first thing you can do is learn. Learning is how you can enhance your craft, understand the ins and outs relevant to accounting (or anything), find a story of a good accountant whom you would like to emulate, learn their life story, learn the steps they took, learn the lessons they learned. The second thing you can do is work. Work as an accountant. Seek feedback. Gather data on your work product so you can make it better and learn lessons from it. The third thing you can do is to push yourself. Set a goal–a goal is specific and actionable and relevant. Set the right goal–if there is an award at your organization for being the best accountant, push yourself to win that award. Push yourself to win that award for multiple consecutive years. Set your sights higher and higher. The final thing you can do is pray. Pray that God will guide your pursuit, and that God will make straight the path to success.

Understand, then, that your dreams will never be attainable. They tell you the direction you are going, but be open that God may lead you to an unexpected place.

And now we know: When people say “Follow your dreams” what they really mean is Pray, Learn, Work, and Push yourself to define a direction for your life in accordance with God’s will.

But it’s still shorter to say, “Follow your dreams!”

AMDG

CCXXXIX – Writing about Writing

Long time readers will know that infrequently I will post vignettes of short fiction on this blog. I can’t pretend to an especial talent for it but God, for reasons known only to him, has imbued me with a desire to write. A lot of this impulse I satisfy by writing here on this blog, but this impulse also bears with it the desire to write fiction of some kind. God, in his wisdom, has also given me a pensive and overactive mind wherein I think a lot about what I want to write, and so write very little of it.

I’m writing about it here even though it deviates somewhat from the theme, but I would rather put all of my thoughts in one space than have a separate space and worry about keeping that up too. This is my blog, by golly, and I can write what I want.

To wit: the thought that has been stuck in my head lately is about setting. Not just the what of it but the why. I have a story I would like to write set in a sci-fi world I’ve been developing in my mind (and in notebooks) for a very long time. Setting is somewhat like the clothes of a story, the same story could try on different settings but only one setting will fit perfectly. I’ve tried on many stories with this setting in mind and never been 100% satisfied with any of them–maybe I’ve got the process backwards.

In any case, the why of setting is a dangerous thought. I had this idea for a story and asked myself “Why does this story need to be set in a sci-fi world and cannot be told anywhere else?” and then I thought that the specific idea I had in mind could also be told in a World War 2 historical setting. So my enthusiasm for that idea waned.

I think the question is the right one. When creating a story, the setting must be essential to it, not accidental. If my story could be told just as well in the year 2342 as in 1942 then the setting isn’t adding anything to the story. If the story can only be told in 2342 then the setting has added some value.

Actually, let me think about this. There are different kinds of settings. There’s a contemporary setting, one that happens today, where one is telling a story that either is indifferent to the setting or which tackles contemporary issues. There’s a historical setting, one that happens in the past, where one is telling a story that joins to a historical event or which is a vessel for delivering historical information. There’s an imaginative setting, which is otherworldly because the otherworldliness introduces problems or features which contribute to the story.

I almost called the imaginative setting “fantasy” but that calls to mind specific ideas. Star Wars is a fantasy story, internet pedants like to point out. It is a fantasy setting too–the story doesn’t necessarily need to be set in a science fiction universe but it does have otherworldly qualities which contribute to the story. An imaginative setting re-imagines the universe and the story explores it. “What if there was such a thing as the Force?”

Lets look at 2001: A Space Odyssey. This is not an otherworldly story, it takes great pains to connect itself to reality and extrapolate itself forward only slightly. This kind of story is what I will call a “problem story”. It asks, “What if the world were as it is now, but this one thing broke” or “this one thing went too far” or some other such. Science Fiction tends to be in this realm, but problem stories are not exclusively science fiction. The problem deals with technology so a science fiction setting is required. Problem story describes the kind of story more than the kind of setting, too. Earlier when I suggested I had it backwards, I think I was right. Define the story–the conflict, the problem–and then find the setting that fits. Going from setting and fitting a story in it creates problems because the story and the setting won’t fit comfortably together.

I have resolved the problem sufficiently for now, but need to think more about what exactly my story is. Once I can clarify that, I can choose the perfect setting, and then I can write it.

AMDG

CCXXXVII – Thoughts on Returning From Travels

I returned this weekend from one week of travels wherein I visited far flung points of interest. I have a few thoughts on returning and reflecting on this experience.


One of the points of interest was Las Vegas. It comes by it’s moniker sin city honestly. The cloud of sin hangs low over that city and flying into it was like throwing ones hand into a briar patch to chase after a lost mustard seed. The spiritual nature of places–and feeling it, experiencing it–is new to me.


In thinking about the nature of Las Vegas I compared it to other cities I have visited. I have talked about how I live close to Washington, DC; I have recently had cause to visit New York City. Neither of those cities makes me feel quite so assailed. I think it is because of the nature of those cities, or the spirits of those cities. New York I think it is fair to say is a monument to Mammon; DC a monument to false authority. Money and Power are not so easily accessible as sins of the flesh, which Las Vegas is known for. I might be drawn to New York or DC like a moth to a light, but I might also use the light to light my way and ignore the luminous summons. In contrast, Las Vegas is a raging fire threatening to consume those who come too close–it is hard to approach without feeling the heat.


The other stop on my journey was Anchorage, Alaska. The natural beauty of that place is incomparable. Proximity to nature is proximity to God. Cities are not of themselves impediments to God, but cities develop spirits like Las Vegas, New York, or DC, and those spirits can be impediments to God. It is hard to imagine focusing disordered attention on a spirit when the highest heights of a city center are overshadowed by God’s own mountainous ramparts.


You may have heard of the phrase “Impostor syndrome”–it is the feeling that one has received benefits one does not deserve. A new manager might feel impostor syndrome, because he has received the title without feeling like he is truly qualified. That is a polite construction of what in times past might have been called “feeling like a fraud”. I spent some time on these travels feeling like a fraud. Perhaps it was the ill-tempered spirits of the cities I was in, or my own ill-tempered spirit during my extended travels. In any case–spiritual words must be followed by spiritual actions. Spiritual actions are hard, words are easy. This blog is a monument to the impotent words I can produce and may or may not relate to my actions. Actions are the important part of a faith–Faith without works is nothing.


It is easy to feel safe and secure when one refuses to leave home, but one really learns what one is made of when we step outside. We might get scratched and bruised and beaten on the first time out. But the second time out, we know what to expect. Now that I know (and have experienced) that places have spirits, now that I know my faith must be put more and more into action, the next time I travel I will be ready. Surely then, I will learn new and different lessons to reflect upon. You can rely on reading some words about it here, even if I can’t show you my actions.

AMDG

CCXVI – Leash the Dogs

This is the fruit of some self reflection, and writing this stream of consciousness helps me think about resolutions to challenges in my spiritual life. Perhaps it can be helpful to you as well, but really my purpose here is not to give advice but to strategize a plan of action.


Winston Churchill is said to have described a recurring depressive state as “the black dog”. When he had it under control, he would say he had “Leashed the black dog”. I’ve always liked the imagery, not least of all because of my own efforts to leash the black dog.

The imagery is compelling because it illustrates how our passions can get the better of us. We can have them well restrained but if we let up a little bit they can get away from us. If we feed them too much they can overpower us. If we suppress them they won’t develop healthily. The Dogs are a part of the human experience and we all deal with them in our own unique way.

An article I came across describes the practice of self control vis a vis Anger. This is a topic I have been thinking a lot about lately. The way I express anger is not (often) through lashing out, but through inward facing expression: not an explosion, but an underground coal fire. I don’t like letting other people control me in this way by inducing me to anger–or, more accurately, I don’t like that I don’t have sufficient control of myself to prevent incitement. I think it could be helpful to think of this as Leashing the Red Dog. My Red Dog is well contained within a fence so when he gets off his leash all he can do is damage my own property.

The article says “If you see that through your weakness [anger] has gained a foothold in your spirit, instantly gather all your forces to re-establish peace and tranquility.” This requires a few things. This presupposes that prevention has failed, so it requires sufficient self awareness to recognize that the red dog is loose as early as possible. Secondly, it requires an understanding of what forces can be gathered. Third, it requires an accessible mindset of peace and tranquility.

Typically, I don’t recognize that the red dog is loose very early at all. Usually I will allow myself to get spooled up and let the tension in and some minutes to hours later I will wonder why my chest hurts and realize that I have been storing tension. I have succeeded at intervention in other realms: The Jesus prayer has effectively helped me curb my use of profanity. That has a discrete occasion (speaking a profanity) and so requires a discrete intervention (immediately say a short prayer). Occasions of Anger are a little stealthier, because the occasions can seem innocuous. An occasion for me recently was a colleague coming to my office and sitting down and airing his relatable frustrations with some aspect of our work. I listened and found myself sympathetically incited: “Yeah! You know what, that is crazy!” It seems like a harmless comment but it “opens the door” to anger, to reacting to some stimulus beyond my control. Another occasion is when I am working on solving a problem and having to explain it to individuals who neither understand the problem nor the solution, and whose decisions are colored by this lack of understanding. These two occasions are important to note because I must understand the occasions in order to understand what tools are required for them.

The resources at my disposal include first, self awareness. I have control over my dispositions and cannot and should not allow others to control my dispositions through incitement or otherwise. Second, is an accurate understanding of the occasions for anger. In the first example I gave, the occasion is not what my colleague was saying but my colleague himself. If I know that my colleague tends to air his frustrations, and that I can relate and become sympathetically frustrated, I need to be on guard at the moment my colleague arrives at my office. A short recommendation to God before hand may help me retain a peaceful mindset. If, failing this, I still find my “battle blood” rising, what can I do? An Ignatian concept is agere contra, or “act against”. I can act against this by deliberately speaking contrarily. Instead of “Yeah, that is crazy!” I could respond with “I am sure there is a good reason for it.” This is in keeping with the Aristotlean concept of doing particular things to acquire particular qualities.

In my other example, the occasion for anger is not how these individuals respond but my opinion of my own work going into the discussion with them, and my own idea of how I expect them to respond. Likewise with my frustrated colleague, I can be aware that certain individuals respond a certain way and so say a short recommendation to God before the encounter. I can prime my thought process by deliberately setting expectations for myself, and by humbling myself with obedience to the mandates of management. I can act against my rising anger by keeping silence and resolving to either drop a matter that must be laid to rest, or returning to work on a better explanation of a desired outcome has not been achieved. The fault is not with them but with me: if I explain better, they might understand.

The Third force I can gather is an accessible mental state of tranquility and peace. This begins and ends with prayer–I have been investing heavily in silent prayer and working on removing distractions and disturbances from my active mental life. In the occasions for anger, though, I must proactively invite God’s peace into my conscience and protect it from disturbance. This will require practice–mental peace in prayer is difficult enough for me with reduced stimulus of closed eyes and a quiet room, so doing so in a public setting with my email pinging every few minutes will require the practice of fortitude.

The final force is trust in God. If God is with me, who can be against me? What is worth giving away my peace for? Very little, if anything. Certainly not the things I am giving away my peace for today.

There are occasions where Anger is necessary, but if the Red Dog has exhausted itself by ransacking my own property, it won’t be alert when there are intruders at my gates.

AMDG