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bear – ing n 1  the manner in which one comports oneself;  2  the act, power, or time of bringing forth offspring or fruit; 3 a machine part in which another part turns [a journal ~];  pl comprehension of one’s position, environment, or situation;   5  the act of moving while supporting the weight of something [the ~ of the cross].


  • Theological bumper stickers.

    Tom has the list over at Father McKenzie.  A selection:

    CATHOLIC SALVIFIC THEOLOGY: IT’S STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS

    DISPENSATIONALISM WAS FINE WHILE IT LASTED

    FUNDAMENTALISM: A VALID OPTION FOR YOU AMONG THE WORLD’S GREAT LIVING RELIGIONS?

    ME – A SEDEVACANTIST? IS THE POPE CATHOLIC?

    and my personal favorite,

    WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME TO QUESTION AUTHORITY?


  • A desecration.

    In Lynn, Massachusetts, just north of Boston, the Eucharist has been stolen:

    "It is gravely sacrilegious," said [Rev. James] Gaudreau, after learning that the thieves made off with communion hosts. "We believe (the hosts) are the body and blood of Christ," Gaudreau said.

    The hosts were locked inside the tabernacle located on the first floor of the church…

        Gaudreau, piecing together a trail of broken wood, said that the thief … punched a hole through a wooden cross located on a door to a small room behind the alter. Although valuable gold chalices are kept in a cabinet in the room, only the keys to the tabernacle were removed.

    Gaudreau found the keys lying on the altar at the base of the tabernacle Wednesday. The hosts were the only items missing from the church.

    A visibly disturbed Gaudreau said he would not speculate as to why only the hosts were stolen, but added, "I have ideas."

    Indeed.  There are exactly four reasons why someone might steal the Host from a church:

    1. merely as a form of vandalism—wanton destruction
    2. to hold it for ransom
    3. to send a message
    4. in order to abuse it or desecrate it (this includes consuming it)

    Vandalism?  Nothing else was damaged.   

    Ransom?  Not likely, but the idea has probably occured to folks in the wake of last year’s eBay incident, in which some devout Catholics bid hundreds of dollars for a single blessed Host in an attempt to secure it and protect it from desecration by some other bidder.  (eBay has since added Eucharistic hosts to their list of banned items.) 

    A message?  Perhaps.  What would it be?  I know what is most important to you, and I hereby demonstrate my contempt for it?  Or you have denied me this thing, but I shall take it from you by force? 

    The last possibility is desecration or abuse.  This desecration is evidently not to be a public desecration.  This is a hidden, secret one.  The difference matters.

    Were this a public desecration, we might conclude that the perpetrator believes the Host is nothing more than a bit of bread with a lot of kooky superstitious associations attached to it, useful (precisely because of those associations) for making a political statement.  Such desecration would be similar to burning a flag.  This kind of desecration of the Eucharist has happened before.  For example, ACT UP New York boasts this incident on its website:

    December 10, 1989: ACT UP and WHAM! (Women’s Health Action and Mobilization) co-sponsor our first "Stop the Church" demonstration. 4,500 protesters gather outside St. Patrick’s Cathedral [in New York City] to decry the Church’s opposition to safer sex education, violent homophobia, and attempts to block access to safe and legal abortions. 111 people are arrested. The news media choose to focus on, and distort, a single Catholic demonstrator’s personal protest involving a communion wafer.

    That’s a public desecration-as-protest (in case you’re wondering, it involved spitting it on the ground).   Quite probably the demonstrator does not believe that the Host is special in any real way.  All that is necessary is for him to be aware that it is special to someone else.

    A private desecration, on the other hand, is meaningless as protest.  A person who obtains a host for a secret desecration believes it has power, believes that the desecration accomplishes something.  Who knows what that is?  Maybe he (or she), believes it is God, like we do.   Maybe he wishes to hold God in his hands and crush him, knowing it is not likely that a wafer will fight back.  Maybe he fears it is God and hates that fear, intends to prove to himself that it is only bread.  Maybe he is trying to purge his mind of irrational beliefs, and thinks that by desecrating a host he can finally rid himself of its power over him.  Maybe he thinks, in his own twisted superstition, that performing certain actions upon, or in the presence of, a blessed Host will help him obtain what he wants. 

    I don’t know.  All of these sound crazy to me.  But why risk jail, break and enter, to steal something that is to you only a bit of stale bread?

    Bettnet (h/t) wonders why this isn’t classified as a hate crime, instead of petty larceny.  I dislike any sort of legislation that smacks of thoughtcrime—let theft be theft, let assault be assault—but theft of an object whose worth is only in its holiness certainly seems to fit the definition.


  • A very surreal self-discovery.

    Happy Catholic links to an article about synesthesia and also to an earlier post about her daughter Hannah’s type of synesthesia:

    I was at out with my daughters, Hannah and Rose, recently when Hannah suddenly turned to us and said, "When I hear words it means a kind of food in my head." We said, "Huh?" (so eloquent). It turns out that ever since she can remember most words link to a food texture and image in her head. For example "also" is pretzels, "mother" is chocolate milk, "listen" is orange Triaminic. It isn’t always food and it doesn’t happen with every single word (for instance "squirrel" is just a squirrel) but it happens for practically every word she hears.

    I have read about synesthesia before, and I’ve always wondered what it would be like, although I’ve never met anyone in person who fessed up to being a synesthete.  The verbal/food crosswiring was one I had never heard of before, so I was reading the post about Hannah with interest as if I were reading about some strange and exotic country, when I got to this part:

    It has turned into a parlor trick where she will suddenly say, "’Julie’ is pecan pie" or "’lady’ is heavy folds of a skirt."

    …and suddenly I was dropped in my own neighborhood.  Oh my gosh, I thought.  When she says "lady" is heavy folds of a skirt I know exactly what she means. I know exactly how "lady’"can be heavy folds of a skirt.

    Except it isn’t (for me) heavy folds of a skirt, it’s a shawl, and hair in ringlets, cascading down over shoulders.

    This was a little bit of a shock to me.  And I’m still not exactly sure this "counts"—I’m not about to call myself a synesthete or anything, I think I should talk to an expert first.  But there has something else inside the words on the pages I read, and I never knew exactly how to put it until I read that sentence above.   It’s the first thing I’ve ever read a synesthete say that made sense to me.

    The "something else inside the word" always seems to me to have a logical connection to the meaning of the word (for example, the shawl, shoulders, and ringlets are part of a picture of a ‘lady’ that I carry in my head) but it is inextricably linked with the shape of the word as it appears on the page.  And that something else is not a texture; it’s kind of a motion or gesture, often with surfaces sliding past one another, though, so the texture of the surfaces are involved. 

    It wouldn’t be far off to say that there is a sign for every word, which does not correspond to any real sign language, but only the one in my head.  Sometimes there is a sort of facial expression along with it.

    Happy Catholic says that for her daughter the food-sensations are stronger when she says the word than when she hears it.  For me, the motion/gestures/whatever appear only when I read the word, or imagine its appearance on a page of text.  And it’s stronger with typeset text than with handwritten text.

    It’s devilishly hard to describe the kinetics I’m thinking of here.  Ironically, it seems almost impossible to translate them into words on a page.  But some of them pop up easily.  I mean, when I thought, "let’s try to write some of these down," I immediately thought, "Oh, do ‘glasses’ first, that’s an easy one."

    • glasses is a folding up of spindly, clicking jointed things
    • sign is a hand held up, rotating at the wrist and being pulled downward at the same time
    • moth is… Ever played Hungry Hungry Hippos?  "moth" is a grabbing motion like the one the hippo heads make.
    • fathered is a man’s hand sliding over the outside of his own thigh.
    • interest is a raising of eyebrows.

    Words that have two very different meanings have only one kinetic association.  So, in "He’s paying six and a half percent interest" and "He followed the discussion with interest," the word interest moves in the same way.  Or take "he has a still in his back yard" vs. "he still hasn’t paid me back" vs. "the waters were calm and still."  Still is always the same:  in place, vibrating gently. 

    And words that have similar spellings sometimes move similarly.  For example, fathered and lathered are not far apart.   And ladle is a little bit like lady.   And wart is a smaller, truncated version of war.  Synonyms aren’t necessarily related, though. 

    When I went through the English words for integers one through twelve, I found that many of them are motions and gestures performed by children "of about that age."  I also wrote down a few French words and observed that they are not the same as their English counterparts.

    This is something I’m going to have to think about a lot more!


  • A little experiment.

    I have a son who will be two in October. 

    Today he was standing at my shoulder when I came across this picture of a 44-day old human embryo.  (The pic is from the University of Michigan’s "Multi-Dimensional Human Embryo Project," which I only just learned about.  Check it out.)

    I said, "Hey Milo, what’s that?" and pointed to the screen.

    He said, "Baby!"

    I was kind of surprised.  But I thought, I guess all embryos probably look about the same.  Let’s try another one.  So I googled "embryo -human" and found this.  It’s a chicken embryo, seventy-two hours old.

    "What’s this one?" I asked, and pointed.

    He said, "Duck!"

    No way!  I said "What?!?" and Milo said "Bird!"

    Work with me here.  The child can’t read, there are no images of ducks, chicks, or birds anywhere on that page.  Have I got an embryology prodigy on my hands?


  • Popeblogging? No, the pope’s blogging!

    I have probably already mentioned this, but if you’re not reading Musum Pontificalis regularly, you’re really missing out on a great parody site.  The basic idea:  The pope blogs.  And responds in the comments.  Don’t worry—it’s gentle and clean.

    Here the good Papa takes on reality TV shows.  Read the comments.


  • “The most absent of all absent fathers.”

    More comments on the Donor 1047 story that I linked a few days ago, over at Family Scholars Blog:

    So, yes, it is [the children’s] right to know their genetic heritage.

    But, as
    adults, is it *our* right to intentionally create children who must go
    through such an agonizing search, and who we all know, from the start,
    will never have the opportunity to grow up with the father who made
    them?

    And there’s this great essay—actually just a portion of an essay—wondering about the reason behind the latest string of sperm-donor-as-hero stories:

    In all these stories, one common conceit emerges: a cold-cash transaction has been elevated into a gift relationship….

    For at least a decade, there has been growing national concern about
    the trend of “father absence.” …How then can we explain the
    glorification of the “donor dad”–the most absent of all absent fathers?

    The author thinks it’s because an increasing number of the customers are women—single women and households of two women—who can provide no father figure at all.   Hence the imaginary, maintenance free, trouble free, shadow-father.

     


  • Three things that become or are equated to body, or flesh, one way or another.

    Genesis 2:24:

    …a man leaves his father and mother and clings to his wife, and the two of them become one body [some translations:  "one flesh."]

    John 1:14:

    And the Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us…

    John 6:51, coupled with 1 Corinthians 11:23-24:

    …the bread that I will give is my flesh for the life of the world.

    …the Lord Jesus, on the night he was handed over, took bread, and, after he had given thanks, broke it and said, "This is my body…’

    Instance #1:  Two individual and complete human beings become one flesh, or one body.

    Instance #2:  The second person of the Trinity—the Word—becomes flesh. 

    Instance #3:  Bread becomes body, or flesh (in fact, the same flesh as in Instance #2).

    Can reflection on any of these instances shed light on the others?  One thing that I noticed is that the three "substances" that become flesh occupy three different planes of life:  bread (being baked) is not living but is made from plant life, i.e. non-sentient life; a pair of individual human beings are living, sentient human life, each endowed with a soul, and also (by virtue of their being two of them) a small community or social life; the Word is the divine life. 

    What more can be said of this? 


  • Statistical gem of the day

    The details are unimportant, so no direct quotes or links.  But I swear that on MPR this morning, I heard one man dismiss as worthless another man’s research because "his sample was completely unscientific and random."


  • What it might mean to love Jesus.

    When I read this meditation from Our World and Welcome To It, I knew I had to blog it—just so I wouldn’t forget it:

    But what does it mean to love Jesus more than yourself? …[h]ow would one really know that they love Jesus more than themselves? Do you love Jesus more than your spouse, for example?

    …[O]ne way to check your love for Jesus is to think back to the last time you had this thought run through your mind:

    "I really shouldn’t be saying [or doing] this."

    Now, I’m not necessarily talking about a major sin, here (although it certainly applies to breaking any one of the Ten Commandments). What I’m really thinking about is the urge to say something nasty about somebody at work, or the desire for that extra piece of cake even though the doctor’s told us to try and watch our weight. Something more subtle, in other words. But it’s a perfect opportunity for us to ask ourselves the question "Is this a test of how much I love Jesus?"

    …[I]n thinking of how to show our love for Jesus, particularly in wondering if we love Him more than we do ourselves, we should look at these small things as opportunities to prove to ourselves how much we love Him.

    So let’s look at that little temptation we’re facing. Maybe it’s not a big deal, maybe it won’t hurt anyone, but I know it’s not the right thing to do. It’s unbecoming to me, it’s beneath my dignity. I may not have changed my mind about how I feel, I might even be justified under the circumstances, but I’m going to purposely refrain from doing it, even though I really want to do it, even though it will make me feel better – because I’m more interested in making Jesus feel better than I am myself.

    I can’t speak for anyone else, but I probably heard it at least five times today that I can remember, that little voice saying "I really shouldn’t be doing this, but…" 

    And I’ll hear it again tomorrow.  Thanks for pointing out the opportunity.


  • Still trying to work out this “pre-emptive respect” thing

    Here and here I write about how techniques of artificial conception, which supposedly violate the right of the child to "be the fruit of the specific act of the conjugal love of his parents" (Donum Vitae), raise a question that I have trouble comprehending:

    Is it, in fact, possible to violate a right that does not yet exist, by an act that brings about the existence of those rights? Apparently so. Wrap your mind about that particular moral time warp.

    We see darkly through time’s glass. Maybe, just maybe, this will make more sense in a perspective where time itself has no meaning.

    Just a thought:  Does it seem to make more sense if instead of speaking negatively of "violating" rights (or potential rights), we speak positively of "respecting" rights (or potential rights)?

    So that the question becomes:  Is it possible to respect a right that does not exist, by refraining from an act that might (if it were engaged in) bring about the existence of that right?

    I might have to think about that a little more.  Can I, through some choice of actions, be said to act in a way that respects the rights of people who are not yet conceived, and who might in fact never be conceived?  Or is that nonsense?



  • Don’t you just love it when it seems to be aimed RIGHT AT YOU?

    I forgot to check the Proper of Seasons today, so when I started Morning Prayer today (at quarter to eleven) I used the prayers for Monday, Week 1 instead of the ones for today’s memorial.

    I’m kind of glad I made that mistake, though. I was tempted to skip prayer, after I got such a late start, and also tempted to work on private projects this afternoon instead of my Monday housework. But I resolved to stick to my Rule, to fulfill my first priority (prayer) before doing anything else, and to do the work I plan to do every Monday, trusting that there would be time to do my "own thing" later.

    The Reading for Monday, Week 1, Morning Prayer, is from 2 Thessalonians, Chapter 3. (The quote here is transcribed from my breviary—I’m not sure why it’s different—earlier edition of the NAB?)

    Anyone who would not work should not eat. We hear that some of you are unruly, not keeping busy but acting like busy-bodies. We enjoin all such, and we urge them strongly in the Lord Jesus Christ, to earn the food they eat by working quietly. You must never grow weary of doing what is right, brothers.

    Roger. Thanks. OK, back to work.