February 2016

Mary, On the Eve of Cana

The Christian mystery is incarnational. We profess belief in Jesus, God and man. But profession can teeter, at times, on the edge of a gap between faith and emotional grasp. If we are honest, True God comes more readily to us than True Man. It would be so much easier to have it one way or the other. Monophysitism remains a lingering temptation, an unacknowledged default position. We are robust in attending to the glory of the Incarnation; less so, our attention to its limitations. Continue Reading
The Sanders Phenomenon, with Pictures

In one sentence, Ben Domench captures Bernie Sanders: “He’s Occupy but with a smartphone donation app.” While the nation’s adults were asleep, the academy was awake and indoctrinating a younger generation in the beauties of socialist ideals. No matter the distance between the ideals and reality. The young, ripe for causes but unripe in history or economic understanding, are tilting—have tilted—away from free enterprise and toward socialism. Bernie Sanders is their paladin, not a crank from the fringe but a knight errant riding to rescue the 99% from the corruption and avarice of the stinking 1%. Continue Reading
A House Divided

What does it say about us that more states celebrate Black Friday (the shopping day after Thanksgiving) than Lincoln’s birthday? Or that in eighteen states, Black Friday is a paid holiday for government employees, often in lieu of Columbus Day?   You know yourself what it says. That spares me any need to struggle to keep an upbeat, optimistic tone when I admit that I miss the February 12th acknowledgment of Lincoln’s birthday. Our shiny new Presidents Day is a hollow thing that commemorates nothing. Continue Reading
Shrove Tuesday

Today is Shrove Tuesday. Last day of the ancient carnival season and herald of Lent, it has dwindled down to a New Orleans’ Mardi Gras, Fasching in Munich, and not much of anything elsewhere. Does Mardi Gras have a purpose anymore besides showing off your bottom and getting drunk on Bourbon Street? Letting go—as the saying goes—does not mean much when there is little left to let go of. Jose Gutierrez Solana, Dance of Masks (1938). Madrid.   We are a long way from the spring customs of European peasantry. Continue Reading