Sunday, March 3, 2013

Bishop Burns of Menevia credits bloggers with the ability to influence the Papal election

The Bishop may be over egging it slightly but there is a kernel of perception in what he says. Catholic bloggers have proved time and time again how they can influence both secular and Church affairs.

Sadly, it ends there. The remainder of the Bishop's statement to the press is absolutely crass and, some might say, disloyal to the teachings of Jesus Christ.

How much longer are we prepared to put up with such behaviour from those who are supposed to be the Princes of the Church?

The following is an extract from the 'Wales Online' report, as I am hurrying to catch a train, I have not had time to add my comments; perhaps that is just as well.


Pope Benedict XVI
Pope Benedict XVI


Bishop of Menevia, Tom Burns wants a new freedom to discuss “currently prohibited” issues including contraception and the remarriage of divorced people.
He further suggests that the cardinals should look beyond their number to choose a successor to Benedict XVI.
The former Royal Navy chaplain writes: “If the cardinals have to look outside their own group, so be it. The last time was in 1378.
“The scene is set for yet another precedent.”
Among the radical changes he has proposed in the Catholic journal the Tablet, he calls for church government to be “stripped of status and elitism” and suggests “a root-and-branch review of the method of appointing bishops” and a third Vatican council.
He expects the internet to shape the decisions of the papal conclave, writing that “electors can probably not avoid being swayed by Twitter, Facebook, and blogs”.
In his article the bishop applauds the former Pope’s 2010 visit to Britain in which there “not a word out of place” but writes that “views emerging from the Vatican on homosexuality as ‘disordered’, appeared excessive, lacking Benedict’s usual distinctions.”
He continues: “He renewed the Church’s historical opposition to women priests, methods of stem-cell research, and enlightened thinking by liberal theologians.”
The bishop then lays out a vision for sweeping change, writing: “Whoever is elected, the time has come to re-open the doors and windows for a new blowing of the Spirit, even a Third Vatican Council, a freedom to discuss key ministerial concerns, freedom of research for ways ahead on key issues affecting marriage (eg the implications of re-marrying after divorce); re-examining ethical questions (eg just war theory, the sale of arms, acceptable intentions and methods of birth control, integrity in public and financial affairs); Church governance (eg developing a simpler and humbler servant Church model, less hierarchical and more collegial, stripped of status and elitism); promoting Vatican II’s principle of subsidiarity (eg through de-centralisation and greater transparency); improving relations between the Holy See and dioceses (eg a root-and-branch review of the method of appointing bishops); and bringing into the College of Cardinals a wider representation (eg of views, experience, traditions to be set and handed on into the future).”
The Welsh bishop argues that the former Pope should not be held personally responsible for the child abuse scandals, writing: “In the minefield of child sexual abuse, the blame attached to him was really unmerited, and his humble and heartfelt apologies were genuinely appreciated by many. It is not Benedict, but the priests convicted of such crimes, who have reduced the Church’s influence and doctrinal credibility.”
Praising Benedict’s decision to retire rather than die in the post, he writes: “In his last days in office, Benedict unwittingly showed a further dimension of his humility and selflessness, by opening the door to future popes to lay down their office freely, yet still respond to God’s call to contemplative prayer.”
He urges the conclave to “ open all doors and considerations,” adding: “The Spirit’s influence is needed to free the cardinal electors of considerations involving electoral blocs – nationalistic, geographical, conceptual, ageist – and there is no place for self-interest, ambition, or career benefits at lower levels.”
Stressing the personal strengths of the individual to take the helm of the church, he states: “Whoever is chosen has to be the right man in the right place at the right time, someone who can bring about much needed change and take others with him because his reputation is untainted and his future will not be enmeshed or smothered by Church bureaucracy, politics, and loneliness.”
He concludes with a final plea for change: “Let the new wine fill new wine skins.”


Read more: Wales Online 

A gift for Easter?




For your parish priest or a priest blogger?

There is a cornucopia of Catholic books, some very old, in John Bevan's latest catalogue.

John has been the leading British Catholic bookseller of old and antiquarian books for at least forty years and many of his works go overseas to the USA, Canada, Australia and New Zealand.

For a very modest outlay of £10 you could buy the spirit of St Therese of the Infant Jesus as shown forth by her writings and the testimony of eye witnesses (published 1925) or for a slightly less modest £75 you could order Ribadeneira's Illustrium Scriptorum Religionis Societas Iesu Catalogue of 1609.

I believe that the catalogue is online at www.catholic-books.co.uk - it does make fascinating reading.

Mildred Pierce (1945)

A longtime personal favorite, Mildred Pierce (1945) marks Michael Curtiz's greatest achievement. One of Hollywood's best "woman's pictures," this brilliant adaptation of James M. Cain's novel features an unusually sharp script and Joan Crawford's quintessential performance.

Housewife Mildred Pierce (Joan Crawford) separates from unfaithful husband Bert (Bruce Bennett). Desperate for money, she works as a waitress which doesn't please her ambitious daughter Veda (Ann Blyth). She starts a restaurant business with help from Wally Fay (Jack Carson), Bert's sleazy business partner, while eloping with playboy Monty Beragon (Zachary Scott). Mildred's success allows her to spoil Veda rotten: nothing matters but her daughter's happiness. But as Veda comes under Monty's callow influence, even Mildred reaches the breaking point.

Mildred Pierce epitomizes that hallmark of Classic Hollywood, a perfectly crafted feature. Screenwriter Ranald McDougall bookends the movie with a noir-ish framing device, matching Ernest Haller's bleak, almost expressionist photography. Curtiz drapes beautiful California mansions and beaches in shadow and darkness, emphasizing the story's tawdriness. No suburban utopia, Pierce's world is a hotbed of infidelity, greed and shocking tragedy. Even the nominal happy ending provides little comfort. 

Mildred Pierce benefits from its beautifully-crafted heroine. Mildred evolves from a discontented hausfrau to successful entrepreneur. Her can-do ethic epitomizes the American Dream, achieving success through hard work; she's also a model independent woman, blossoming after Bert leaves her and taking no guff from her paramours and partners. Most Hollywood heroines get ahead by manipulating men: Mildred is a genuine self-made woman, earning every penny.


Mildred's doggedness contrasts with the men in her life, all feckless parasites. Bert is a milquetoast who can't hold a job and flaunts an affair with a neighbor (Lee Patrick). Monty is a self-described "loafer" who beds Mildred to pay his gambling debts. Wally proves even less scrupulous, cooking up a dirty scheme with Veda to swindle a well-off family and trying to bilk Mildred out of her restaurant. Business partner Ida (Eve Arden) provides a wary foil, hep to Mildred's partners: "To the men we love... the stinkers!"

Yet Mildred's success remains remains hollow, as she can't shake her devotion to Veda. A beacon of budding consumer culture, Veda makes no bones of her materialism, mocking her mother's job and complaining her latest dress or car isn't good enough. Veda's disdain spurs Mildred even more, to the point she neglects younger daughter Kay (Jo Anne Marlowe). It's a vicious cycle of warped family values: Mildred's maternal instinct drives her success, yet it only fuels Veda's vanity. Feminist critics have a field day with this movie.

Joan Crawford today conjures images of Faye Dunaway in Mommie Dearest, beating her daughter with wire hangers. This is unfair to an extraordinary actress who, whatever her personal failings, survived 45 tough years in Hollywood that would have buried most stars. Crawford shared with arch-rival Bette Davis a willingness to play unglamorous characters. Then 39, Crawford salvaged her career with Pierce, winning an Oscar and much acclaim. She spent the rest of her career replaying variants of Mildred, barring oddities like Johnny Guitar and Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?

Crawford's performance ranks among Hollywood's best. She blends Mildred's beaming self-confidence with determination, business sense and maternal wrath, a tough businesswoman but a mother first. Crawford makes her a likeable yet tragic figure, unable to overcome her obvious blind spot.

Ann Blyth makes Veda among the most hateful characters in screen history. Eve Arden (Anatomy of a Murder) got an Oscar nod for her brassy Ida. The male cast - Zachary Scott, Bruce Bennett (Sahara), Moroni Olsen (Notorious) - fares less well, stuck playing heels and dolts: only Jack Carson's slimy Wally Fay stands up against Joan. Butterfly McQueen makes a few irritating appearances.

Mildred Pierce is an undisputed classic. The 2011 miniseries is a more faithful literary adaptation, but Michael Curtiz's film - and Joan Crawford's Mildred - remains one of Hollywood's best.

Adopt a Cardinal

                                                            



I would like (and pray for) Cardinal Raymond Burke to be elected Pope.

My money (placed 2 years ago) is on Cardinal Marc Ouellet.

My 'adopted' Cardinal is......


                        ....Francesco Monterisi from Italy, born 28.5.1934.
He's been a Cardinal since 20.11.2010 and his function is: Archpriest emeritus of the Basilica of Saint Paul Outside the Walls

Saturday, March 2, 2013

It doesn't matter that Britain has no 'voice' at the Conclave

Letter from Archbishop Vincent Nichols to the Faithful....



ARCHBISHOP’S   HOUSE,
WESTMINSTER, LONDON,  SW1P 1QJ


A CONCLAVE FOR ALL

Letter to Parishes and Schools
March 2013

My brothers and sisters in Jesus Christ

Shortly the Cardinals of the Catholic Church will assemble in the Conclave to choose the next Bishop of Rome, who will replace Benedict XVI as Pope and Successor of St Peter.

Much is made of who will and who won't be present in that Conclave. Some voices are raised to complain that 'Britain does not have a voice.'

But if we understand correctly the nature of the Church and of the Conclave then we know that is not the true or full story.

The full story, or account, of the Church is that it is, most profoundly, a spiritual reality. It is not simply an institution or an organisation for religious or humanitarian purposes. It is more than a human community. Its true life and identity is Christ, the sole redeemer and only one who has broken the barrier of death. In the Church we are bound together in Christ. I do more than 'belong to the Church.' The Church is a living reality that enters my soul. It is in the deepest part of my being.

This is why whenever failures and wounds are inflicted on the Church or laid bare, the pain and distress we feel is so intense and deeply personal.  In the Church we are immersed together in a reality that not only gives us a new identity, beyond every other, but that also fashions us for eternity.

Prayer is one of the deepest expressions of this reality. Prayer confirms in us our unity in Christ. Prayer strengthens us together in the face of every difficulty and deepens in us together the strength of every joy. Prayer is the heartbeat of the Church, which I feel and to which I contribute. Prayer fashions us together in our common enterprise of being the Body of Christ today.

This reality is expressed in the forthcoming Conclave. This reality is the deeper truth of the Conclave. Through prayer it is truly a Conclave for all. No-one is excluded. Everyone can contribute.

The moment the key turns to begin the Conclave, then we take up a very special time of prayer. Whether the Conclave lasts for two days or two weeks, we sustain that prayer. We pray for each and every Cardinal in his decision taking. They are striving to be, first of all, instruments of God, in some ways like pens in the hand of the Lord. We pray for them that they will respond freely and sensitively to the hand that moves them, the mind that directs them. Christ is that hand whose will is one with that of his heavenly Father.

During the Conclave we pray as the Church and for the Church, knowing that this prayer unites us in a common action, a common endeavour: that the new Pope, elected by the Cardinals, is the one chosen by the will of God.

This prayer is our part, our participation, in the Conclave, our contribution to its decision. This is our way of seeking what is best for the Church at this crucial moment in our history.

Do not neglect this task that is given to each one of us. Please make the time of the Conclave a time of very special prayer, in our homes, our schools, our parishes and in the silence of our hearts.

Yours devotedly
XVincent Nichols
Archbishop of Westminster

Yet another haunting poem

                                 The Mother by Gwendolyn Brooks
Abortions will not let you forget.
You remember the children you got that you did not get,
The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,
The singers and workers that never handled the air.
You will never neglect or beat
Them, or silence or buy with a sweet.
You will never wind up the sucking-thumb
Or scuttle off ghosts that come.
You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh,
Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.

I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed
children.
I have contracted. I have eased
My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck.
I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized
Your luck
And your lives from your unfinished reach,
If I stole your births and your names,
Your straight baby tears and your games,
Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches,
and your deaths,
If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths,
Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate.
Though why should I whine,
Whine that the crime was other than mine?--
Since anyhow you are dead.
Or rather, or instead,
You were never made.
But that too, I am afraid,
Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said?
You were born, you had body, you died.
It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.

Believe me, I loved you all.
Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you
All.