Friday, December 06, 2019

Why Sexual Morality May Be More Important Than You Thought

Well, actually I did think it was rather important.  Getting it wrong could result in an eternity in hell.  But it seems there are other social and cultural reasons of resounding importance.

Begin here.



Pilfered shamelessly from the Chesterton Society's FB page.

Sunday, December 01, 2019

1st Sunday of Advent

Almighty God, give us grace that we may cast away the works of darkness, and put upon us the armour of light, now in the time of this mortal life, in which thy Son Jesus Christ came to visit us in great humility; that in the last day, when he shall come again in his glorious majesty, to judge both the quick and the dead; we may rise to the life immortal; through the same Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Amen.

 Thus a collect for the 1st Sunday of Advent.  In the Ordinariate it's also the feast of St Edmund Campion who was martyred on this first day of December in 1581.  He doesn't get a look-in this year  since in falls on an Advent Sunday.   You can read more about him here.

Saturday, November 30, 2019

St Andrew's Day

"The 30th of November is the feast of St Andrew the Apostle, the patron of Scotland  -- and Russia, Prussia, somewhere in Greece, Amalfi in Italy and a lot of other places and things,  too."

Which is how The Inn has begun its St Andrew's Day post more than once before.  For more on St Andrew and his feast click here or here.

You'll also find out about the St Andrew's Novena, which isn't actually a novena because it lasts 25 days and isn't actually to St Andrew.  But it does begin on his feast day.

For the less liturgically (or paraliturgically) minded, how about a short St Andrew's Day parade?

Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Happy Thanksgiving

Sunday, November 24, 2019

Maria Stuarda

Gorgeous stuff.  The Met just posted this a short while ago.  It's the finale to Act 1 of Donizetti's Maria Stuarda if you were wondering.  A shame Joyce di Donato doesn't try for the high D at the end but it's still one of the best.   IMHO only, of course.

Sunday, the Last before Advent

The Benedictus antiphon at lauds did sort of grab my attention this morning.

Cum videritis abominationem desolationis, quæ dicta est a Daniele propheta, stantem in loco sancto : qui legit intellegat.

Holy Mother Teresa de Jesus didn't believe in co-incidences.

Monday, November 11, 2019

Armistice Day/Veterans Day 2019

Someone sent me this today.  I thought it worth a share considering the day that's in it.

May GOD continue to bless all who serve... 
Vietnam Memorial Wall Facts 
A little history most people will never know. 
Interesting Veterans Statistics off the Vietnam Memorial Wall. 
There are 58,267 names now listed on that polished black wall, including those added in 2010. 
The names are arranged in the order in which they were taken from us by date and within each date the names are  in alphabetical order.                            
It is hard to believe it is 57 years since the first casualty. 
The first known casualty was Richard B. Fitzgibbon, of North Weymouth, Mass. Listed by the U.S. Department of Defense as having been killed on June 8, 1956. His name is listed on the Wall with that of his son, Marine Corps Lance Cpl. Richard B. Fitzgibbon III, who was killed on Sept. 7, 1965. 
There are three sets of fathers and sons on the Wall. 
39,996 on the Wall were just 22 or younger. 
8,283 were just 19 years old. 
The largest age group, 33,103 were 18 years old. 
12 soldiers on the Wall were 17 years old. 
5 soldiers on the Wall were 16 years old. 
One soldier, PFC Dan Bullock was 15 years old. 
997 soldiers were killed on their first day in Vietnam. 
1,448 soldiers were killed on their last day in Vietnam. 
31 sets of brothers are on the Wall. 
Thirty one sets of parents lost two of their sons. 
54 soldiers attended Thomas Edison High School in Philadelphia. I wonder why so many from one school. 
8 Women are on the Wall, Nursing the wounded. 
244 soldiers were awarded the Medal of Honor during the Vietnam War; 153 of them are on the Wall. 
Beallsville, Ohio with a population of 475 lost 6 of her sons. 
West Virginia had the highest casualty rate per capita in the nation. There are 711 West Virginians on the Wall. 
The Marines of Morenci - They led some of the scrappiest high school football and basketball teams that the little Arizona copper town of Morenci (pop. 5,058)had ever known and cheered. They enjoyed roaring beer busts. In quieter moments, they rode horses along the Coronado Trail, stalked deer in the Apache National Forest. And in the patriotic camaraderie typical of Morenci's mining families, the nine graduates of Morenci High enlisted as a group in the Marine Corps. Their service began on Independence Day, 1966.  Only 3 returned home. 
The Buddies of Midvale - LeRoy Tafoya, Jimmy Martinez, Tom Gonzales were all boyhood friends and lived on three consecutive streets in Midvale, Utah on Fifth, Sixth and Seventh avenues. They lived only a few yards apart. They played ball at the adjacent sandlot ball field. And they all went to Vietnam. In a span of 16 dark days in late 1967, all three would be killed. LeRoy was killed on Wednesday, Nov. 22, the fourth anniversary of John F. Kennedy's assassination. Jimmy died less than 24 hours later on Thanksgiving Day. Tom was shot dead assaulting the enemy on Dec. 7, Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day. 
The most casualty deaths for a single day was on January 31, 1968 ~ 245 deaths. 
The most casualty deaths for a single month was May 1968 - 2,415 casualties were incurred. 
For most Americans who read this they will only see the numbers that the Vietnam War created. To those of us who survived the war, and to the families of those who did not, we see the faces, we feel the pain that these numbers created. We are, until we too pass away, haunted with these numbers, because they were our friends, fathers, husbands, wives, sons and daughters. 

Saturday, November 09, 2019

This Seemed . . . Relevant

Part of this morning's scripture reading, from chapter  5 of Isaias.

This friend, that I love well, had a vineyard in a corner of his ground, all fruitfulness. 2 He fenced it in, and cleared it of stones, and planted a choice vine there; built a tower, too, in the middle, and set up a wine-press in it. Then he waited for grapes to grow on it, and it bore wild grapes instead. 3 And now, citizens of Jerusalem, and all you men of Juda, I call upon you to give award between my vineyard and me. 4 What more could I have done for it? What say you of the wild grapes it bore, instead of the grapes I looked for? 5 Let me tell you, then, what I mean to do to this vineyard of mine. I mean to rob it of its hedge, so that all can plunder it, to break down its wall, so that it will be trodden under foot. 6 I mean to make waste-land of it; no more pruning and digging; only briars and thorns will grow there, and I will forbid the clouds to water it. 7 Alas, it is the house of Israel that the Lord called his vineyard; the men of Juda are the plot he loved so. He looked to find right reason there, and all was treason; to find plain dealing, and he heard only the plaint of the oppressed.

 From Msgr Knox's translation.

Friday, November 08, 2019

St Hubert

He is the patron saint of hunters.  His feast day was actually earlier this week but I just came across this piece today.  If you didn't know you had a saintly patron, well, now you do.

Tolle, lege.

Wednesday, October 30, 2019

Bl Terence Albert O'Brien, O.P.

Frist noticed on my twitter feed . . . but I forgot from whom.  Sorry.

October 30th is the feast of Blessed Terence Albert O'Brien: Irish nobleman, Dominican friar, priest, Prior of Limerick, Provincial of Ireland, Bishop of Emly, supporter of the Confederation of Kilkenny, and martyr—executed by the Protestant Roundheads on this day in 1651.

More here.

Friday, October 25, 2019

Hotter Than the Hinges of Hell

Well, of course, I don't actually know whether hell has hinges or whether the weather hereabouts is hotter than the said hinges.  But 99° fahrenheit is exceedingly warm.  And if my grandfather were here he would definitely say it was hotter than the hinges of hell.

Not being English I didn't go out in the midday sun in the event you were wondering.  Sloshed some water on the garden this morning and otherwise stayed indoors and thanked God and all His blessed saints for air-conditioning.

It's supposed to be the same again tomorrow.  And the day after that.  And the day after that.   And so on until Monday.

And, yes, this whole tedious weather report is all just an excuse to post that Noel Coward clip.

Sunday, October 20, 2019

Found While Looking for Something Else

The "How-to-Geek" folks came up with this one.   No citation, other than the main page, as it only appears in their newsletter and in today's front page of their website.

Link rot, finding that a URL leads nowhere, is frustrating enough when you’re casually browsing, but it’s proving to be a serious problem in legal affairs. A Harvard study found that approximately 50 percent of the URLs cited in U.S. Supreme Court cases are already invalid.

In the unlikely event you're reading this on 20 OCT 2019 you'll find the quote on their front page.  By tomorrow . . . probably not.  Another broken link.  And this isn't even a supreme court case.

Sunday the 18th after Trinity and the 19th after Pentecost

This was our processional this morning.  Very familiar tune but it took almost the whole first stanza before it registered:  it's the old Czarist national anthem.   Different words, of course, and not in English for a start.  But what a delight for an unreconstructed monarchist.  Da Zdra'stvuyet Tsar!

Someone also recorded a bit of our choir singing the Kyrie and Gloria.   Somewhere in that polyphonic mix is my dulcet baritone masquerading as a bass.  Not quite sure how to imbed Soundcloud files so let us hope that whatever I'm about to post below is correct.

By George, I think I've got it.

And finally the Sunday collect, one that goes right to the heart of the matter

LORD, we beseech thee, grant thy people grace to withstand the temptations of the world, the flesh, and the devil: and with pure hearts and minds to follow thee the only God; through Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, ever one God, world without end. Amen.

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Saint John Henry Cardinal Newman

He was canonized last Saturday, you know.  He's the patron of our parish and Facebook is so full of stories and pictures of related ceremonies that it hadn't occurred to me that The Inn failed to mention it.

So herewith the remedy for that omission.   Since it isn't all that widely known that St John Henry was no fan of people tinkering with the sacred liturgy, it might be worthwhile to remedy that too with this excerpt from one of his "Parochial and Plain Sermons" from his Anglican days:

In these times especially, we should be on our guard against those who hope, by inducing us to lay aside our forms, at length to make us lay aside our Christian hope altogether. This is why the Church itself is attacked, because it is the living form, the visible body of religion; and shrewd men know that when it goes, religion will go too. This is why they rail at so many usages as superstitious; or propose alterations and changes, a measure especially calculated to shake the faith of the multitude. Recollect, then, that things indifferent in themselves become important to us when we are used to them. The services and ordinances of the Church are the outward form in which religion has been for ages represented to the world, and has ever been known to us. Places consecrated to God's honour, clergy carefully set apart for His service, the Lord's-day piously observed, the public forms of prayer, the decencies of worship, these things, viewed as a whole, are sacred relatively to us, even if they were not, as they are, divinely sanctioned. Rites which the Church has appointed, and with reason,—for the Church's authority is from Christ,—being long used, cannot be disused without harm to our souls. Confirmation, for instance, may be argued against, and undervalued; but surely no one who in the common run of men wilfully resists the Ordinance, but will thereby be visibly a worse Christian than he otherwise would have been. He will find (or rather others will find for him, for he will scarcely know it himself), that he has declined in faith, humility, devotional feeling, reverence, and sobriety. And so in the case of all other forms, even the least binding in themselves, it continually happens that a speculative improvement is a practical folly, and the wise are taken in their own craftiness. 
Therefore, when profane persons scoff at our forms, let us argue with ourselves thus—and it is an argument which all men, learned or unlearned, can enter into: "These forms, even were they of mere human origin (which learned men say is not the case, but even if they were), are at least of as spiritual and edifying a character as the rites of Judaism. Yet Christ and His Apostles did not even suffer these latter to be irreverently treated or suddenly discarded. Much less may we suffer it in the case of our own; lest, stripping off from us the badges of our profession, we forget there is a faith for us to maintain, and a world of sinners to be eschewed."

For more on Saint John Henry, this looks promising.  (I phrase it that way for a reason, as I haven't seen the video yet or taken the course.)

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

15 October: In festo S Teresiæ Virginis, Matris Nostræ

Dear herald of our King!
Thou didst Thy home in childhood leave,
Intending to barbaric lands
Christ or thy blood to give. 
But thee a sweeter death awaits;
A nobler fate is thine;
Wounded by point of heavenly dart,
To die of love divine. 
Virgin of perfect charity!
Our souls wit love inspire;
And save the nations of thy charge
From everlasting fire. 
Praise to the Father, with the Son,
And Holy Spirit be;
Three in One
Through all eternity.

--1st Vespers hymn for the feast of S Teresa of Avila
   in the Stanbrook Abbey translation.

Sancta Mater Teresia, respice de cælo, et vide,
et visita vineam istam et perfice eam, quam     
plantavit dextera tua!
-Ad. Bened.

Monday, October 14, 2019

Discovering Columbus

I guess today is still Columbus Day, isn't it?   Our Masters who decree these things haven't changed it to National Aztec Day or something have they?

It used to be October the twelfth.  And now it's, well, today: a Monday determined by some federally enacted formula.

But to the point.   If you've a mind to read something on Christopher Columbus other than the approved rash judgement, calumny, and detraction try this by the redoubtable Solange Hertz.

About as politically incorrect as you're going to find, God bless her.

Wednesday, October 02, 2019

All About the Angels in 5 Minutes

Well, maybe not all.

A lot, anyway.

Courtesy of the FSSP here.

(Because it's the feast of the Holy Guardian Angels.  That's why.)


The Battle Eve of the Brigade

The mess-tent is full, and the glasses are set,
And the gallant Count Thomond is president yet;
The vet'ran stands, like an uplifted lance,
Crying - 'Comrades, a health to the monarch of France!'
With bumpers and cheers they have done as he bade,
For King Louis is loved by the Irish Brigade. 
'A health to King James,' and they bent as they quaffed,
'Here's to George the Elector,' and fiercely they laughed,
'Good luck to the girls we wooed long ago,
Where Shannon and Barrow and Blackwater flow; '
'God prosper Old Ireland,'-you'd think them afraid,
So pale grew the chiefs of the Irish Brigade. 
'But, surely, that light cannot come from our lamp,
And that noise - are they all getting drunk in the camp? '
'Hurrah! boys, the morning of battle is come,
And the générale's beating on many a drum.'
So they rush from the revel to join the parade:
For the van is the right of the Irish Brigade. 
They fought as they revelled, fast, fiery, and true,
And, though victors, they left on the field not a few;
And they who survived fought and drank as of yore,
But the land of their heart's hope they never saw more;
For in far foreign fields, from Dunkirk to Belgrade,
Lie the soldiers and chiefs of the Irish Brigade.
Thomas Osborne Davis

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

And may the High King of Glory grant him the mange. . .

That's the tail end of a lovely little poem  (by whom? Is it Flann O'Brien?  I've forgotten.  But it sounds like him).  And, yes, you're right: it is supposed to be a curse.

And why is a curse possibly by Flann O'Brien buying a ticket on my train of thought this morning?  It's because of this.  It seems therein that a retail establishment by the name of "Forever 21" has bought the economic farm and is poised to file for bankruptcy.   They have a shop not too far from here and I have always been a little amazed by that title.  It must appeal to some people,  although apparently not nearly enough of them.  But it has always seemed to me to be some sort of bizarre curse.   It sounds like the sort of retail shop that Rod Serling would've created.

One does wish all the best for the employees.  I've been in their position.  It's not pleasant.  But "Forever 21"?  Never understood that.  Perhaps if they'd just called it Matuschek & Co.?

Monday, September 02, 2019

Labor Day - 1 September 2019

“I was on holiday, and was engaged in that rich and intricate mass of pleasures, duties, and discoveries which for keeping off of the profane, we disguise by the exotic name of Nothing.”
-- GK Chesterton,  “Some Policemen and a Moral,” Tremendous Trifles 

Find out more about G.K. Chesterton at here.

Thursday, August 15, 2019

Assumption Day

This day is the feast of the Assumption of Our Lady, body and soul, into heaven.  And it's a Holy Day of Obligation, which we made by the skin of our teeth.  I played for a graduation this afternoon and there was a mountain of traffic coming back.  Just barely got back in time to change, pick up the Memsahib, and dash off to evening Mass.  Evening N.O. Mass, alas, but Mass nonethless.  And not the worst one available either.  Excellent sermon, too.

Something from St John Damascene, from the 2d nocturn of the day that's in it:

This day the holy and animated ark of the living God, she who conceived in her womb her Creator,, rests in the temple of the Lord, which was not made with hands.  And her ancestor David leaps, and with him the Angels lead the dance, the Archangels celebrate, the Virtues ascribe glory, the Principalities exult, the Powers rejoice together, the Dominations are joyful, the Thrones keep holiday, the Cherubim utter praise, the Seraphim proclaim her glory.  This day the Eden of the new Adam receives the living Paradise, wherein the condemnation was made void, wherein the tree of life was planted, wherein our nakedness was covered.

A collect from the Divine Worship Missal:

Almighty and everlasting God, who didst assume the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of thy Son, body and soul to the glory of heaven:  grant us, we beseech thee; that being ever intent on things above, we may be worthy to be partakers of her glory hereafter; through Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord who liveth  and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end.  Amen. 

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Well that's finally done

I think I have finally finished tidying up the left-hand column of The Inn.  Which tidying up was made necessary by the problem related here.   So now the last of the cyberdust of Photobucket has been clapped from The Inn's cybersandals and we have moved on to the next town,  um, I mean photo hosting site.   In this case Imgur, which shows no sign (so far; fingers crossed) of stamping its logo all over the hosted images.

In some cases the Photobucket version was the only one I had so a different image is now in place.  But mostly things should look about the same as they did before Photobucket became so unpleasant.

Next up:  clearing out the dead links.


Followed, naturally, by The Bad News

Apparently the internet, i.e., The Inn and its cyberspatial confreres, is killing your memory.

We’ve all heard the old warning: staring at a screen all day will rot your brain. Though it’s not quite so dramatic, there may be some truth in the message after all — new research reveals that frequent internet use can change how our brains work. 
That’s the main takeaway from new research by American, Australian, and European scientists who found that heavy internet users performed worse at memory tasks and are generally more readily distracted — a chilling sign that internet-native generations may be harmed by technology so ubiquitous that opting out is nearly unimaginable.

More here, with links to even more.

Of course, eating more chocolate may help.   Or drinking more tea.   I think I'll go put the kettle on.  (But having just been on the internet, when I get to the kitchen will I remember what I went in there for?)

First the Good News

"There is no longer any doubt" , it says here, that coffee, tea, and chocolate are good for you.

So says a website just called "Inc", which cognomen doesn't actually inspire all that much confidence.  But I like what they have to say:

Neuroscience continues to uncover new ways that coffee and (to a lesser extent) tea and chocolate, tend to make brains healthier and more resilient. 2019 has already seen some amazing research breakthroughs that are definitely worth sharing. 
First, a joint study from the National Institute on Aging and Johns Hopkins University, and published last January in Neurochemical Research magazine,discovered that a methylxanthines--a class of chemical found in coffee, tea and dark chocolate (cacao)

"has clear effects on neuronal network activity, promotes sustained cognitive performance and can protect neurons against dysfunction and death in animal models of stroke, Alzheimer's disease and Parkinson's disease."

Big Tech's Liability

Should Facebook, Google, Twitter, YouTube, Instagram or other purveyors of internet content be liable for damages if they fail to ensure that what they disseminate is not inaccurate, libelous, or otherwise dangerous and pernicious?

Mostly, yes, says Mr Presser here.

But I wonder.   Having the current powers-that-be determine what is "dangerous and pernicious" seems equally problematical.   It seems to me we'd need a new culture for that to work well.

And yet, what other solution is there?

(As a start I would recommend devotion to the journalist and martyr Bl Titus Brandsma, O.Carm. who defied an even more ruthless twister of information than Google and Facebook:  the Gestapo.)

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Saturday, August 10, 2019

10 August ---- again

The mail just came.  For the record, here on the 10th of August at 3 p.m. we have just received our first Christmas catalogue.

I was going to make merciless fun of it, what with it being unconscionably early and all.  But actually, there are some really nice things in there. . . along with the requisite kitsch, to be sure.  So I can't quite bring myself to unload on an outfit that uses Beuron-style art for their Christmas cards.

Still.  For the record:  it's too early for this.


10 August

My mom and dad tied the knot on this day in 1945.  They were both stationed at Pearl  Harbor at that time.   On the right, I believe, is Col Caulfield my mother's commanding officer at the time who gave her away on the day.

Oh, God who didst command thy people saying:  Honour thy father and thy mother in thy loving kindness have mercy on the souls of my father and my mother and forgive them all their sins: and I humbly pray that Thou wouldst grant unto me to behold their faces in the glory of eternal felicity.  Through Jesus Christ Our Lord.  Amen.

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

The Carmelite Martyrs of Compiegne

Probably the most visited post ever on The Inn has been this one on the martyred Carmelite nuns of Compiegne.

Today is their feast day in the Carmelite calendar.

Probably the most complete history of these saints is William Bush's To Quell the Terror.  ICS published a comprehensive booklet by the late Terrye Newkirk on the martyrs called The Mantle of Elijah.  It was also on line in several places. Alas, ICS no longer carries it and all the sites that used to have it seem to have taken it down.  It's well-worth a read and if you are so inclined Abebooks has a few copies for not too many dollars.

In the meantime, there is the link above to The Inn's old post, a short history here, and Fr Z's cautionary post here.

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Tuesday, July 16, 2019

On Tidying up the Graffiti Photobucket Left on The Inn

Fortunately, Photobucket is not the only photo hosting site in town.  Since Photobucket decided to smear The Inn with its slimy logo -- and many another blog besides -- this is a good thing to know.  Of course, I could always pay the ransom* but that rather sticks in the craw.  I've been testing both Imgur and Flickr and they seem to work well.   It'll take a while before I can replace all the illustrations on the left-hand column but it's preferable to paying off the vultures who now run (own?) Photobucket.

*Some of the brethren on Blogspot are calling it "blackmail".   I think that's a mistake.  Blackmail is a different thing altogether.  I'm sticking with "ransom".

Sunday, July 14, 2019

14 July -- Bastille Day

The Inn's annual reprint of  the late Jerry Pournelle's summary of the, um, great day:

On July 14, 1789, the Paris mob aided by units of the National Guard stormed the Bastille Fortress which stood in what had been the Royal area of France before the Louvre and Tuilleries took over that function. The Bastille was a bit like the Tower of London, a fortress prison under direct control of the Monarchy. It was used to house unusual prisoners, all aristocrats, in rather comfortable durance. The garrison consisted of soldiers invalided out of service and some older soldiers who didn't want to retire; it was considered an honor to be posted there, and the garrison took turns acting as valets to the aristocratic prisoners kept there by Royal order (not convicted by any court). 
On July 14, 1789, the prisoner population consisted of four forgers, three madmen, and another. The forgers were aristocrats and were locked away in the Bastille rather than be sentenced by the regular courts. The madmen were kept in the Bastille in preference to the asylums: they were unmanageable at home, and needed to be locked away. The servants/warders were bribed to treat them well. The Bastille was stormed; the garrison was slaughtered to a man, some being stamped to death; their heads were displayed on pikes; and the prisoners were freed. The forgers vanished into the general population. The madmen were sent to the general madhouse. The last person freed was a young man who had challenged the best swordsman in Paris to a duel, and who had been locked up at his father's insistence lest he be killed. This worthy joined the mob and took on the name of Citizen Egalite. He was active in revolutionary politics until Robespierre had him beheaded in The Terror.

I'd give a citation for it but I don't know how to cite to the correct page in the blog format Jerry used.  The blog itself is still up and you can find it here.

Tuesday, July 02, 2019

1 July

Because it's Canada Day and my grandmother's people were Canadian.  Although in her day it was still Dominion Day.  The first of my family to come to North America was my great, great, great grandfather who came as a soldier with the 74th Regiment of Foot to garrison Atlantic Canada.  It seems the still-British part of North America had had a recent spot of bother with their neighbours to the south circa 1812 and some reinforcements seemed advisable.   He apparently liked what he found in Canada so after a decade or so when he left the army he stayed.   I'm told I have a good many Canadian cousins, although I've never met them.  So a happy Canada Day.

Here in California, defined to me recently as "a small island just off the coast of earth", we have the feast of St Junipero Serra the founder of most of the beautiful old California missions. The good old Catholic Encyclopædia will tell you more about him here.

In the traditional Roman liturgy Fr Serra is superseded by the feast of the Precious Blood of Jesus.  For more on the feast and the Precious Blood of Jesus and the Visitation of Our Lady try Fr Hunwicke here.  For a fascinating read on the Precious Blood and the Holy Grail do go to Charles Coulombe's excellent piece here.  Or this one here.

Friday, June 28, 2019

This is new . . . and annoying

I see that Photobucket, after opening the floodgates to cheesy ads and making itself otherwise extremely difficult to use has now put an ugly little stamp on all The Inn's pictures.

Time to look for a new picture host. 

Long over-due, in fact.

Chesterton on Slang . . . and Psychology . . . sort of

From G.K.'s Weekly, May 9, 1931 via the May/June 2019 edition of Gilbert! (which appears to have gotten its exclamation point back)

That is the sort of slang that is really weakening language and literature in America.  It is the weary tossing about at tenth hand of certain words supposed to belong to a science of psychology; a psychology which I suspect that the psychologists do not understand and I know that the journalists do not understand.  There was an even worse example in the case of the quarrel that arose round the alleged attack on American culture by Mr J.B. Priestley  An American lady, writing a spirited reply to Mr Priestley, poured scorn upon what she call the “sadistic” cowardice of Americans in submitting to such criticism.  What she imagined the word “sadistic” to mean the devil only knows; the devil being the only person who ought to be interested in it.  All over American magazines, even the most intelligent and interesting articles, there is sprinkled this silly slang of popular science; a welter of long words that are either utterly unmeaning, or unmeaning where they are used, or mean something entirely different.  In so far as they had any relation to psychology, or in so far as psychology had any relation to reason, the only possible effect they could have would be to provide the future with a widespread psychological study of softening of the brain.

Sunday, June 16, 2019

I Bind Unto Myself Today the Strong Name of the Trinity

A wonderful hymn for Trinity Sunday, which we did indeed sing this morning.

And as is also our custom on Trinity Sunday, the creed chanted was the Athanasian Creed - Quicumque Vult.

What The Inn had to say about Trinity Sunday a dozen years ago:

Trinity Sunday is one of the major feasts of the Church but not one that ever made it big where it counts: $$$ No Trinity Sunday white sales, no Trinity Sunday carols being played in the malls with only 10 more shopping days left 'til Trinity Sunday. Not even a deracinated saint or an anthropomorphic rodent to deliver presents the night before.
 Up until the final reform of the Tridentine breviary in the early '60s (i.e., a few years before its complete replacement by the Pauline liturgy of the hours) Trinity Sunday was distinguished as the last day in the year in which the Athanasian Creed - Quicumque Vult - was recited liturgically. But no more. On an ecumenical scale of 1 - 10 (10 being best) it would only rate a 1. (And it only got the 1 because some Lutherans and Anglicans are rather fond of it.)  So The Inn may be the old Creed's only commemoration this year.  (But that was 2007.  It's been part of Bl John's Trinity Sunday for a while now.)

 And as is The Inn's custom, here is the text of the Athanasian Creed, one of the Church's four major creeds, for your edification:

WHOSOEVER will be saved : before all things it is necessary that he hold the Catholick Faith.
Which Faith except every one do keep whole and undefiled : without doubt he shall perish everlastingly.
And the Catholick Faith is this: That we worship one God in Trinity, and Trinity in Unity;
Neither confounding the Persons : nor dividing the Substance.
For there is one Person of the Father, another of the Son : and another of the Holy Ghost.
But the Godhead of the Father, of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, is all one : the Glory equal, the Majesty co-eternal.
Such as the Father is, such is the Son : and such is the Holy Ghost.
The Father uncreate, the Son uncreate : and the Holy Ghost uncreate.
The Father incomprehensible, the Son incomprehensible : and the Holy Ghost incomprehensible.
The Father eternal, the Son eternal : and the Holy Ghost eternal.
And yet they are not three eternals : but one eternal.
As also there are not three incomprehensibles, nor three uncreated : but one uncreated, and one incomprehensible.
So likewise the Father is Almighty, the Son Almighty : and the Holy Ghost Almighty.
And yet they are not three Almighties : but one Almighty.
So the Father is God, the Son is God : and the Holy Ghost is God.
And yet they are not three Gods : but one God.
So likewise the Father is Lord, the Son Lord : and the Holy Ghost Lord.
And yet not three Lords : but one Lord.
For like as we are compelled by the Christian verity to acknowledge every Person by himself to be both God and Lord;
So are we forbidden by the Catholick Religion : to say, There be three Gods, or three Lords.
The Father is made of none : neither created, nor begotten.
The Son is of the Father alone : not made, nor created, but begotten.
The Holy Ghost is of the Father and of the Son : neither made, nor created, nor begotten, but proceeding.
So there is one Father, not three Fathers; one Son, not three Sons : one Holy Ghost, not three Holy Ghosts.
And in this Trinity none is afore, or after other : none is greater, or less than another;
But the whole three Persons are co-eternal together : and co-equal.
So that in all things, as is aforesaid : the Unity in Trinity and the Trinity in Unity is to be worshipped.
He therefore that will be saved : must think thus of the Trinity.
Furthermore, it is necessary to everlasting salvation : that he also believe rightly the Incarnation of our Lord Jesus Christ.
For the right Faith is, that we believe and confess : that our Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God, is God and Man;
God, of the substance of the Father, begotten before the worlds : and Man of the substance of his Mother, born in the world;
Perfect God and perfect Man : of a reasonable soul and human flesh subsisting.
Equal to the Father, as touching his Godhead : and inferior to the Father, as touching his manhood;
Who, although he be God and Man : yet he is not two, but one Christ;
One, not by conversion of the Godhead into flesh : but by taking of the Manhood into God;
One altogether; not by confusion of Substance : but by unity of Person.
For as the reasonable soul and flesh is one man : so God and Man is one Christ;
Who suffered for our salvation : descended into hell, rose again the third day from the dead.
He ascended into heaven, he sitteth at the right hand of the Father, God Almighty : from whence he will come to judge the quick and the dead.
At whose coming all men will rise again with their bodies : and shall give account for their own works.
And they that have done good shall go into life everlasting : and they that have done evil into everlasting fire.
This is the Catholick Faith : which except a man believe faithfully, he cannot be saved.

Friday, June 14, 2019

While I Was Away

Only two or three posts since March.  I didn't go back and count but that seems about right.  This may be the most neglectful I've ever been of the poor old Inn.  But we've been having health problems for a while now.  And by we I don't actually mean me.  I'm fairly healthy; just old.

But Mary has really been put through the medical and surgical ringer.  There have been several things in the past few years but in the first 4 months of this year she has had two major operations one for hip replacement and just lately a major back operation.  She's still restricted in what she can do: no twisting, bending, or lifting anything of any consequence.  (And yes, she's been informed that she can "shout, but not twist".  It was amusing the first 7 or 8 times but she's heard it enough now.)  Thanks be to God, though, the pain, the agony she was in is at last gone.   Recuperating is going to take a few more months.

So even though I'm in pretty good shape for an old guy who doesn't take particularly good care of himself, there isn't time for everything.  I've been spending days in the hospital, maintaining the home front and finding out how much she really does around here.  In general, trying to keep up with things that are -- shocking, I know -- more important than The Inn.  There is even a mountain of emails awaiting perusal but I've made most band practices and most choir rehearsals.  Yes, my time allocation priorities are not everyone's.

I hesitate to promise to be a more regular correspondent because there is also the issue of bone laziness to contend with.  But it is my intent.   Really.   It is.

Chernobyl, the Book of Apocalypse, and more

A fascinating bit of apocalyptic confluences is recorded in this piece in Fr Z's blog.  Well-worth a ponder.

Wednesday, May 29, 2019

The Twenty-Ninth of May . . . .

. . . .which is Royal Oak Day or Oak Apple Day,  and on which day the Cromwellian disaster was finally swept away and King Charles II acceded to the throne.  Or close enough.   Says Chambers' Book of Days:

[The parents of King Charles II] Charles I and Henrietta Maria (daughter of Henry IV of France), who had been married in 1626, had a child named Charles James born to them in March 1629, but who did not live above a day. Their second infant, who was destined to live and to reign, saw the light on the 29th of May 1630, his birth being distinguished by the appearance, it was said, of a star at midday. 
"It was on his thirtieth birthday, the 29th of May 1660, that the distresses and vicissitudes of his early life were closed by his triumphal entry as king into London. His restoration might properly be dated from the 8th of May, when he was proclaimed as sovereign of the three kingdoms in London: but the day of his entry into the metropolis, being also his birthday, was adopted as the date of that happy event. Never had England known a day of greater happiness. Defend the Commonwealth who may—make a hero of Protector Oliver with highest eloquence and deftest literary art—the intoxicated delight of the people in getting quit of them, and all connected with them, is their sufficient condemnation. The truth is, it had all along been a government of great difficulty, and a government of difficulty must needs be tyrannical. The old monarchy, ill-conducted as it had been under Charles I, shone white by comparison. It was happiness overmuch for the nation to get back under it, with or without guarantees for its better behaviour in future. An army lately in rebellion joyfully marshalled the king along from Dover to London.
Why Oak Apple Day?   It's in honor of the oak tree in which the king took refuge from the marauding parliamentary forces.  The full, rather romantic story can be found at the link above.

If you've a mind to sing along to the tune at the top the lyrics can be found here.

A sample:

Why should we speak of Caesar’s acts,
or Shimei’s treacheries,
Or of the grand notorious facts
of Cromwell’s tyrannies?
But what we all might gladly sing,
and bravely chant and say,
That Charles the second did come in
the twenty ninth of May. 
Since that his royal person went
from us beyond the seas,
Much blood and treasure have been spent
but never obtained peace:
Until the Lord with-held his hand
as we might cheerful say,
And did a healing balsam send
the twenty, etc. 

. . . 
Now let all people celebrate
this day which is so pure,
And to be kept by church and state
for ever to endure.
That generations all might see
the honour of the day,
Which everlasting it shall be
the twenty, etc. 
So God preserve our gracious king
the Duke of York also,
Defend them from the dragon’s sting
and every Christian foe.
Then let true loyal subjects sing
and bravely chant and say,
The like in England ne’er came in
the twenty ninth of May.
And if the tune, jig though it be labelled, seems familiar, you might have sung it to a slightly different tempo as "All Things Bright and Beautiful".


Friday, April 12, 2019

On Checking the Radio Schedule

I'm sure the world is dying to know:  but, no, I missed Tosca last Saturday.   One thing and another had to be done late Saturday morning and early Saturday afternoon.

So.  What's on tomorrow?

More bloody Wagner.

The good news is I have a funeral to do tomorrow and I'd miss the Met broadcast anyway, whatever it was.  But next week is La Clemenza di Tito.    So God is merciful.  (Even more than Titus.)  If you're in the L.A. area  KUSC, 91.5 is the appropriate station.

[Apparently for reasons known only to himself and God,  Puccini loved Wagner's music, thought it was the best thing ever.  Fortunately, he continued to write like himself and not like, well, anyone else.  Especially Wagner.]


Thursday, April 04, 2019

Carmelite Hermits Need Your Help!