My earlier essay on Extreme Unction generated a considerable volume of mail. All of it was thoughtful. There were simply too many to quote, or to include in a single blog post.buy proscar generic https://onlineandnewblo.com/proscar.html over the counter So, herewith are two that represent the tenor of much of the correspondence. Others will appear in another post. The first, by a Lutheran pastor, is a cry of the heart. Pastor B. opens a sad window onto the dilemmas and anxieties awaiting priests at the bedside of the dying:

Lutherans might not call it Extreme Unction, but Commendation of the Dying with confession, absolution and Eucharist was historically practiced.

Audubon’s Seeing Hand

Maureen Mullarkey

August 18, 2014

This weblog began as First Things’ art page, so to speak. Yet I have a hazy suspicion that you are not all that interested in art. Certainly not art in the lower case. Upper case Art, yes; ART in ten point caps, yes. Art as a cover for theological and philosophical reflection, or flights of creative writing, yes, yes. Then there is art as Exhibit A in the case against contemporary culture. That is always fun. But art as the work of a hand and an eye? Continue Reading

A Brief Thought

Maureen Mullarkey

August 15, 2014

Writing in 1956, Romano Guardini reflected on man’s place in a world hurtling toward what we call today postmodernism. The End of the Modern World is a bleak reflection but a necessary one. Guardini, professor of philosophy and theology that he was, leaped beyond abstractions here to enter the battle for souls that theoretical formulas deflect.buy doxycycline online https://herbalshifa.co.uk/wp-content/themes/twentytwentytwo/inc/patterns/en/doxycycline.html no prescription One stark passage alone is worth volumes of academic theology written by court theologians for fellow courtiers. He is speaking of the eschatological conditions under which modern man lives and the religious temper of his self-created future:

With these words I proclaim no facile apocalyptic.

Poland Spring & The Miseries Of Matter

Maureen Mullarkey

August 12, 2014

Without an ever-present sense of death life is insipid. You might as well live on the whites of eggs.buy Buspar generic https://onlinebuynoprescriptionrx.com over the counter —Inspector Mortimer, in Muriel Spark’s Memento Mori

What does our mania for bottled water have to do with memento mori? More than a little, I think. Stay with me, please, while I work this out. A bottle of one’s own is a token of our times. We are all hydrophiliacs now. It used to be that bottled water was the sensible alternative to tap in tourist meccas with precarious hygiene. Continue Reading

A Reader Responds

Maureen Mullarkey

August 8, 2014

Among the many thoughtful letters that came in response to the previous post, one in particular articulated thoughts that you yourselves might have. The one below comes from a man familiar with the founding of an Anglican Mission for Aborigines in North Queensland.buy ventolin generic https://rxxbuynoprescriptiononline.com/ventolin.html over the counter Herewith:

Dear Maureen: I have often wanted to reply to your articles, but until I read the one on why you do not allow comments at the bottom of your articles on First Things, I had never noticed your email address .

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