Daily Archives: January 27, 2012

Absolute Subjectivity

I’ve realized that my last couple of posts might have given the idea that I think that LGBTQ people who do believe that their homosexuality is caused by family dynamics are just “making it up,” that it’s “all in their heads,” that it’s a rather dull delusion being projected onto their experience. I wanted to be clear that this is not what I’m implying.

First, family dynamic stories are not boring, reductive or unhip by nature. Tenessee Williams, Robertson Davies, David Foster Wallace and countless other writers have produced absolutely fabulous, gripping stories out of family conflicts. These narratives are not only valid, they elucidate the core of archetypal meaning which is to be found in human relationships. They are a revelation of a truth that is much deeper than mere fact. As James Joyce so eloquently showed us, when a person has an experience of conflict within the family, and especially of the resolution or forgiveness of that conflict, this can be an epic adventure equal to the Odyssey or The Lord of the Rings. So long as the narrative is genuine, so long as it arises from the true experience of the subject, it has the capacity to be a manifestation of truth. These stories only become dull and uninspiring when they are subjected to formulaic constraints – when they cease to be a genuine expression of the individual personality, and they become the psychological equivalent of predictable Hollywood schlock.

More fundamentally, though, I would like to emphasize that subjective realities are not delusional or “untrue.” One of the great errors promulgated by the Enlightenment is the privileging of objective truth to the denigration of subjectivity. This notion of objectivity, which is exemplified by the dogma that the Earth goes around the Sun and not visa versa, rests on the assumption that more distance you have from a thing, the more accurate, reliable, verifiable and therefore true, your observations about it will be. This distance can be achieved through physical removal, psychological disinterestedness, intellectual abstraction or conditional controls (think of the kind of detachment from real life implied by controlled laboratory conditions.) The artifacts of the human interior, because they cannot be subjected to external verification or objective study, become increasingly suspect in such a scheme. They are trusted only in so far as they can be abstracted by psychological metanarratives, rationalized by statistical data gathering, or otherwise placed under artificial surveillance.

This kind of objectivism produced a kind of scientific totalitarianism – not only in the political order but in the order of knowledge itself: a totalizing metanarrative founded on the presumed superiority of objective observation. This metanarrative, which has formed the intellectual substrata of Western thought throughout the modern era, is profoundly at odds with Christianity. When the Church fulminated against the Copernicans, it was not because She was insisting on an inaccurate way of looking at the universe, but rather because She was trying to preserve a worldview which placed personality, not impersonality, at the centre of Knowledge. She was attempting to preserve humanity from the inhuman excesses of humanism.

What Christians believe in is not objectivity, but absolutism. We believe that truth really is true, but that it is vouchsafed not by disinterested objectivity, but by a profoundly interested Divine personality. All of the objects of scientific inquiry will pass away, but the person, his soul, his experience, his loves, his interests and his subjectivity will persist. It is the subject that God loves, the subject that is made in the image and likeness of God. Absolute truth is not “out there” but in here: the “Kingdom of God,” which is “within.” Verily, verily, God Himself is not an objective, abstract deity, but a communion of persons: a triune intersubjectivity possessed of free will, capable of loving, and hating, and experiencing. This God is not watching us from a distance, He is watching us from the Centre of the World, the Cross, through the eyes of a body which is the Body of the whole human race in time and throughout eternity. This absolute personality includes and verifies all of our little subjectivities, not by getting outside of them, by seeing with a more objective eye, but by getting inside of them, by becoming united to them.

These subjective truths are not judged according to the logic of objective science, but rather according to the logic of narrative. The Saints have “Lives,” that is, they have stories which vouchsafe their sanctity. God does not decide who will get into heaven by taking a statistical survey of the opinions of the neighbours, nor by adding up a utilitarian calculation of goods and evils committed in this life, or even by asking whether a person performed any scientifically verifiable miracles, but rather by examining the interior logic of the personality: whether it produced a story-shaped life, and whether the story that was lived conformed to the True story of the person of Christ.

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Absolute Subjectivity

Father Michael Anthony Vogt, OSFS

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Attended the ordination of seminary schoolmate in Wilmington, DE. Bishop Malooly ordained Mike Vogt at Salesianum HS today at 11:30 am. Fr Ken Brighenti and I went to school with newly ordained back in the 1980′s (along with Bishop Skurla) and five of us went to Rome in June 1985 for the ordination of our colleage Fr. Dominick

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Father Michael Anthony Vogt, OSFS

Considerations on the Conversion of Saint Paul – Dr. Plinio Correa

As Saint Paul was struck off his horse, he was shaken by the turn of
events when Our Lord asked him the question “Why persecutest thou Me?”
In other words, open your eyes! Examine your conscience! Realize the
fact that you are doing something which, if you make an upright
examination of conscience, you will find that it is wrong.

Our Lord’s question was reminiscent of one Our Lord Himself asked the
man who hit Him during His Passion: “If I have spoken evil, give
testimony of the evil; but if well, why strikest thou Me?”

In fact, Saint Paul gave no answer to Him because he had none to give.
He simply responded: “Who art Thou, Lord?” And he said “Lord” right away
because he sensed Who it really was. Our Lord answered: “I am Jesus
whom thou persecutest.”

By saying “Whom thou persecutest,” Our Lord made clear Who He is. He
was telling Saint Paul: See Who I am. See Who you are persecuting, and
therefore measure how hideous your crime is.

After this, Our Lord adds a somewhat mysterious statement: “It is hard
for thee to kick against the goad.” The goad is the wind. He was saying
that it is hard to oppose the wind. In this case, the wind is the
blowing wind of grace that for a while had been calling Paul to
conversion, but he resisted it. The context at least leads to this
hypothesis.

Saint Paul answered in his own radical way. He wasted no time. He saw
that he was wrong and placed himself at the service of God. He asked:
“Lord, what wilt Thou have me do?” The Acts of the Apostles say that he
was trembling and astonished as he asked the question. In other words,
the blow had hit home. He was disoriented and afraid. He was shaken as
he went through a short ordeal of a few minutes which completely changed
him and shook his soul. Our Lord then said to him: “Arise, and go into
the city, and there it shall be told thee what thou must do.”

Why did Our Lord not tell him what to do right away? The whole
dialogue took place while Saint Paul was blinded and prostrated on the
ground. He was told to arise and go to the city and find out what he
must do. In other words, he must receive Our Lord’s orders slowly,
subjecting himself with humility like a child who takes orders from his
superior.

Our Lord was telling him: Go, therefore, groping and advancing step by
step, to find out what I want, because I am your Lord and command you as
a servant, who is under his Lord’s orders and can do nothing else.

Thus, Saint Paul did not know what God wanted of him. He did not even
know if God might want him to remain blind for his whole life. He, the
great Paul, the excellent and illustrious Pharisee, was now going to
enter the city of Damascus like a child, led by the hand. In other
words, it was the complete breakdown of his pride. The text of the Acts
ends thus: “But they leading him by the hands, brought him to Damascus.”

In other words, he entered Damascus as a blind man. There he would be
blind for a few days, until the scales would fall from his eyes.

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Considerations on the Conversion of Saint Paul – Dr. Plinio Correa

Obama admin: birth control mandate is final; bishops vow to fight

WASHINGTON, January 20, 2012 (LifeSiteNews.com) – After being deluged with complaints from outraged religious groups, Obama’s health department has dug in its heels, saying its decision to force employers to provide abortifacient birth control drugs will continue as planned – although faith-based groups will be given a year reprieve. In response, U.S. Catholic bishops have not minced words, vowing to fight the order as “literally unconscionable.”

Health and Human Services Secretary Kathleen Sebelius announced Friday that faith-based entities like hospitals and universities will have until August 1, 2013 to provide employees with free birth control as part of their insurance packages. The mandate will also force such groups to pay for sterilizations and, because the FDA has approved abortifacient drugs such as Ella as “contraception.”…

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Obama admin: birth control mandate is final; bishops vow to fight

Heart to Heart – Jan 27, 2012

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Friday Moment

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putting birds on things

I have been known

to put birds on things

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And when a new pair of tall brown leather boots come your way for Christmas, they just demand to be worn with leggings and a skirt, don’t they?

So I did me a little upcycling and what cuteness resulted!
I found this long (we’re talking to the floor, total frump-style happening) Eddie Bauer skirt at our local thrift shop recently. The skirt is a beautiful cotton and it was a size lower than I normally wear, and I wasn’t sure if it would fit, but I parted with my 25 cents and took my chances. I got home, tried it on and just wasn’t happy with the length. When one is only about 5 foot 2, it can be hard pulling off long skirts. They often make me look shorter and just plain old ugly. I’ve come to realize this, and these days my closet is mostly filled with mid-length styles that just work better with my short legs.

I took a chance and cut some of the length off this skirt last weekend. I really honestly had no idea what I was doing. I think I just thought that I would leave it to fray, like our 1990′s cut off jean shorts (oh, I forgot…they’re in style again, only shorter).

But then I remembered that hemming tape I had in the bottom of my sewing basket. It works in a pinch for hemming curtains, and clothing as well if you want to be really lazy, as I was this past weekend.

I had after all, told my husband that I was grounding myself to our bedroom until all the laundry was put away.

Since time was of the essence, and since I was feeling lazy, out came the ironing board. I simply folded a hem and ironed the tape between the fabric and skirt. Voila, a hem!

Then came the bird part.

I have a large bin of various felted sweaters in many, many colours. Since I would consider myself a fibre artist, I adore putting my hands in and feeling the wool against my skin. I found a remaining piece from the fisherman’s knit sweater, which I made my tea cozy from and got to work. I made a little bird, which I blanket stitched around with grey embroidery floss and sewed on a button for an eye. The sewing I did while cozying up in bed early on Saturday night. That to me is just a lovely example of self-care in my life. Putting on pajamas at nine, and reading or sewing in bed until I’m tired. I feel nurtured and creative. And

totally relaxed

, since I was crafting for

me only

, with no deadline!

I don’t claim to be an expert sewer, or anything close, but I do enjoy the process along the way, putting my hands to work creating from something that might have otherwise been tossed aside or thrown out. That feels wonderful. My little bird skirt just makes me feel happy.

But let’s not get carried away. Not like

this

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A Brief Hiatus

Hello!

Just a quick shout-out to the few of you who do read my blog (which apparently includes a group of Dominican nuns out in Squamish, BC – hi sisters!). The last time I published a post was back in mid November…but rest assured, I haven’t given up on writing here. For whatever reason, I just haven’t been able to articulate on “paper” all the thoughts that are constantly going through my head. It’s been getting me rather frustrated lately, as I think writing is a talent of mine.

A quick insight into my writing process – I don’t have one. I will be on the bus, or playing video games, or someone somewhere will make one comment, and my brain will just start buzzing with a single thought, or image, or idea. At first chance, I will sit down at my laptop and type out the whole blog post in one 1.5-hour session. I don’t think of an introduction or a flow to the topic; it just pours out. Then, with barely any editing, I click “publish” and then go fry myself some rice (or something like that).

My point: it is definitely not me who writes. Every once in a while, I will go back and read some of the things I’ve posted, and cannot for the life of me figure out how I managed to articulate something like that. Well, I don’t. Ever. I’ve come to fully attribute the words that fly from my brain to the internet to the Holy Spirit. And if it is the Holy Spirit who is directing me in my writing, and if I have not been able to produce anything…then for whatever reason, He doesn’t want me to write right now. I told my friend of my frustrations just the other day, and he humbly replied, “well, maybe it’s not time for you to say anything. Maybe you’re supposed to listen.”

Ah. There it is. So don’t worry – this blog will stay up and running. But the Holy Spirit in all His wisdom is allowing me a little breather, perhaps to gain some perspective, take some rest, spend more time praying, and then go full speed ahead into the bloggersphere once more.

Wait…does this count as a blog post? He did it again!

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