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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].


  • Co-Redemptrix.

    I mentioned a few posts ago that I had recently read a thought-provoking book about the role of the Blessed Mother. The book is _Mary in our Life_ by Fr. William Most, and it can be read for free online here: http://www.catholicculture.org/culture/library/most/getwork.cfm?worknum=213

    The book treats a number of aspects of Marian theology that I had poorly understood. I took notes while I was reading it. And found myself keeping two lists: one of Catholic dogmas concerning Mary, some of which I never really “got” before this; and a second list of conjectures, not dogmatically declared by the church, but which we are permitted to believe and which Fr. Most argues for in his book.

    So, for example, on my first list was written something like “Mary has the title ‘Mediatrix of All Graces,” and “Christ is the New Adam,” and “The Fathers refer to Mary as the New Eve,” and “Mary co-operated at least remotely in the sacrifice on Calvary by willingly being the Mother of the Redeemer.” On the second list I had “Because Mary is the New Eve, it is fitting that she would have participated on Calvary through her willing offering of her Son in the Sacrifice on Calvary, and so the sacrifice on Calvary is a joint offering. Her Son is the victim, and she it is who provides the flesh of the victim for the sacrifice.”

    The church does not call Mary “co-Redemptrix,” possibly because no one can merit that title, but also possibly because the time is not ripe for her to bear it. There was a time before the Church called her the Immaculate Conception, after all.

    Father Most’s arguments are compelling, even though I am not sure whether I feel comfortable saying I am convinced by them. As I wrote before, this is the kind of stuff that upsets Protestants, and that we Catholics can get instinctively uneasy about because we know it is going to be tricky to explain to people already wary of Mary in our lives.

    I have been turning the arguments over and over in my mind, though, and seeing other angles. Most of his arguments have to do with seeing a parallel between the Fall and the Redemption, a parallel which he insists the Church Fathers saw clearly. The thesis is that as Christ is the New Adam, there must be a New Eve, and Mary is that Eve; that Mary’s obedience all the way to Calvary is a participation in the Redemption, and that it is the parallel of Eve’s disobedience which was a participation in the Fall.

    I find that one reason I recoil from this is that it seems at first glance to give Mary far more responsibility for the Atonement than even Christ bore! But then I realize that this comes from the old feeling that it was Eve, not Adam, who “started it all.” Certainly historically the woman has been blamed more often than the man for the way the story goes.

    But Father Most notes that the early church understood that Eve’s disobedience alone was insufficient to cause the Fall — that her disobedience was a participation, but a subordinate participation in the fall of the human family. It was Adam who ought to have led in obedience, and instead he followed in disobedience, and that was in a way the primary and sufficient disobedience to seal the Fall. So, as Eve’s disobedience was secondary and insufficient, Mary’s obedience and offering was also subordinate to Christ’s. The least offering of Jesus would have been sufficient to redeem us; but it pleased God to accept a total gift of self from Him, and it also pleased God (says Father Most, at least I am trying to paraphrase) to accept as part of the Redemption a secondary offering, the willing suffering of the Blessed Mother.

    I hope this intrigues you as much as it intrigued me! Again, this is not an officially declared dogma of the Church. It isn’t something that we must believe. I find myself meditating quite a bit on the “what if?” of this idea. If this is a true explication of the role of Mary, how does this change how we understand Christ’s sacrifice? What do the Gospels’ depiction of the mother and Son seem to say about this possibility? What is its effect on me?

    I had an insight the other day that turned me a little more favorably towards the idea. I often like to think about the image of God as a community of persons: the Trinity is a community of persons, and so are a number of human situations that image God. A marriage is a community of persons, for example. Only when you have a community of persons can there be love. And it occurred to me that if there is a joint offering on Calvary — if there is a Co-Redemptrix as well as a Redeemer — then there is a community of suffering on Calvary, too.

    I thought: yes, Jesus’s suffering was sufficient to redeem us. Still, maybe it is more fitting for God to accept a total suffering that is more than what one person can offer. And isn’t it true that to watch another suffer — especially someone we love — is itself a kind of suffering? We know that Mary was on Calvary; we know she suffered, beholding her son; we know that he saw her suffering below. There is a sort of infinite recursion there: I suffer because of your suffering because of my suffering… Put it that way and it seems easier to grasp an idea of what “co-Redemptrix” might mean. The love between the two strengthens and sharpens the sacrifice. Without Mary the sacrifice is still sufficient. But perhaps because she is there the sacrifice is more total, more of what humanity has to offer of itself. Jesus’ suffering was more complete because he witnessed her presence suffering with him. And if her suffering was willingly accepted, then, could it not be in some way an immediate participation, a cooperation, in the redemption on Calvary?


  • Blink and you’ll miss it.

    Thinking ahead to next year, I borrowed some books about kids' container gardens from the library last week, since the children were envying the gardens of some of their friends.  

    One of the books included projects for all four seasons, with some indoor activities for winter.  I briefly considered an "autumn" project that involved planting bulbs in a pot and then surrounding them with pansies that would "grow all fall" if you protected the pot from a few dips below freezing.

    And then I considered:

    • Today is our first day of perfectly crisp, fall-type weather.  Fall may technically start on September 21 or thereabouts, but trust me, if you went outside yesterday and if you go outside today, you'll know that today is the first real day of autumn.
    • The weather people tell me it is likely to freeze tonight.

    I don't think it's worth setting up a pot of pansies to "grow all fall."  I do like autumn in Minnesota, I just wish it was measured in something longer than hours.


  • Forgiveness for the sake of forgiveness.

    This, at Disputations, struck me this morning:

    As Christians, we forgive because God forgives. We forgive in imitation of Jesus, Who forgave because He was God's Son and Image. God forgives because He is love.

    God gets no benefit from forgiving us. It doesn't lower His blood pressure; it doesn't free His mind to think on other things. I think you could even say God really doesn't have a reason for forgiving us, in the sense of a reasoned discourse that concludes, "So I'll forgive them." Forgiveness is just what He does.

    Now it's certainly true that we do benefit from forgiving each other. We have temporal benefits, of the sort the International Forgiveness Institute (mentioned in the homily I heard) studies. And we have eternal benefits, of the sort Jesus indicates in the Parable of the Wicked Servant.

    And it's also true that, forgiveness so often being so difficult, the thought of these benefits can cause us to will to forgive when the thought of being like Jesus and His Father doesn't quite close the sale.

    But I'm a little concerned that talk of the benefits of forgiveness can become, de facto, talk of forgiveness as therapy, rather than as Christian discipleship. And once we start valuing something for its natural benefits, we are largely free to set our own value on it. So yes, forgiving your neighbor might lower your anxiety, but hey, if you value your grudge enough, then it's not worth it to forgive your neighbor.

    Somehow I never quite thought of that. Thank Goodness "imperfect" contrition is, they say, good enough.


  • Staying crunchy.

    I was reflecting with Hannah the other day on how, as your family grows (and you as parents learn and grow with it), perspective and experience gradually clarifies your approach to how you live out your values.  Some ways of living, you get even more and more confident and sure you need to do as time goes on.   Some preferences, though, turn out to be more situationally dependent than you realize, and when you find yourself in a different situation, you may make different choices than you imagined you would.  Other times, a tension appears between two values and you must choose between them or somehow make the best balance you can.  

    And then, of course, occasionally you turn out to have been simply wrong-headed about something.

    At age 25, I was a fairly crunchy, "continuum-concept"-minded mother-to-be.  Four children and twelve years later, which of my crunchy practices have I stayed committed to?  Which have yielded to a less-crunchy (or perhaps differently-crunchy) lifestyle?

    Still Committed, Still a Believer, Still Going Strong

    • Breastfeeding past toddlerhood
    • None of that "baby food" stuff
    • Co-sleeping nightly, well into early childhood
    • Asserting our authority as parents, and striving for modeling and firm discipline that hopefully doesn't require "punishment" (caveat here is that I have always lost my temper a lot, so we have never been a yelling-free or attention-getting-swat-free house)
    • Natural family planning (yes, I have reasons besides crunchiness, but it is pretty crunchy, and we are still with it)
    • A parent at home full time
    • Babywearing young babies
    • Avoiding strollers
    • Homeschooling

    Even More Confirmed Than I Ever Thought I Would Be

    • Actually being the parent at home full time.  (With every year that passes I am more comfortable and happy in that role, and more certain that the delegation is right for our family.)

    Theoretically Committed, But No Longer Able To Figure Out How To Do It, Ergo Constant Feelings of Inadequacy

    • "No TV or videos for kids under six"  
    • "We don't eat that much sugar or packaged food"

    Level of Commitment Has Waned, And I Don't Feel As Bad About It As I Expected Because Competing Values Have Grown Important

    • Cloth diapering.  (With each child I've relied more and more on the convenience of disposables when out and about.)
    • Babywearing older toddlers.  (My back can't take it.)
    • Rarely leaving a baby with a babysitter.   (This would have shocked the younger me with only one child, to discover that I would use babysitters more than was necessary.  It turns out that my younger kids were greatly comforted by the presence of their older siblings.  Also, I now value getting regular exercise, and my older kids need attention from us too sometimes.  I couldn't have taken my big kids skiing, for example, without relying on the hourly child care there for the baby.)

    Getting Lazy or Busy, and Aware That I'm Paying the Price

    • Elimination communication/infant potty training.  I had #2 and #3 out of diapers by eighteen months.  I was so proud of myself.  I totally dropped the ball with #4, at 19m he doesn't even know what the potty is for, and now I have traditional potty training to look forward to.  It's my own damn fault and I know it.
    • Patiently teaching very young children kitchen safety skills.  By the time #1 was 19 months old, he was well on his way to safely use various pointed and otherwise sharp or hot objects.  Not having invested that time yet with #4, it will be longer before I can be less vigilant in the kitchen.

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    If I think of any more, I'll add them in updates to the post.  How about you? 

    Added:  Jamie posts a response to this post.  How could I have forgotten homebirthing?  (selfdopeslap) Yes, homebirthing FTW. 


  • Ending up in widely different places.

    I don’t know if it is an effect of the Montfortian consecration prep or not, but I seem to be drawn more strongly to the Rosary these days.

    The Rosary has never captivated me. “To each their own,” I would say, “the Rosary is nice, but it’s the Divine Office I love.” I prayed the Rosary once in a while, and when I did, I truly got something out of it, every time. I was always glad afterwards. But I would never have said that I loved it, or that it had changed my life, the way that some people do. And I never looked forward to it, or felt that it fed me.

    Lately it seems different. I don’t pick up the beads every day, but I find myself wanting to at odd moments (sometimes when there isn’t time). I got to Mass early this morning and borrowed my daughter’s clunky blue plastic rosary to use while we waited. Most of the time I can never get five decades in before Mass, even if we arrive quite early, because of squirrelly kids. Today it happened that Mark had the baby and the five- and seven-year-olds were interested in their books, and so I prayed all five decades, finishing the Salve Regina as the processional hymn started up.

    Do you find that you begin each mystery thinking about it the same way every time? I do. The Ascension, for me, begins always by meditating on the Scripture verse, “This Jesus who is taken up from heaven shall return in the same way you have seen him go.” (paraphrasing from memory). And, for another example, the mystery of finding Jesus in the temple begins with a meditation on the idea I have that Mary must have thought the twelve-year-old was with Joseph and the men, and Joseph must have thought he was with Mary and the women and children.

    Even though I always begin the same way, the meditations can take me in very different directions once I start. That is some thing that I find pretty cool about it. I keep expecting to run out of new (to me) thoughts about them, but I almost never do. I mean, not for all five mysteries each time do I think a new thought, but almost every time there is something new there.

    Today, on the Ascension, I thought that maybe the “in the same way that you have seen him go” mainly means “don’t expect him to come the way he came the first time, born again as a helpless baby.” And that this maybe is connected to the identity of Mary as mother of God, because the flesh she gave him is sufficient for eternity. But another time, I found myself wondering why this particular event was marked by angels, and not others.

    The last time I thought about the finding of Jesus in the temple, I wondered if the doctrine of her sinlessness meant that losing Jesus must have been Joseph’s fault, or if they could both have made honest mistakes. But another time I thought about how it will not be long before I have a twelve-year-old, and how that is an age when many parents fear they are “losing” their children, and what a comfort the story could be to such parents.

    Do you start each mystery the same way? What strange places have they taken you?


  • Quick-takes style, Marian consecration edition.

    1

    I'm doing this seven quick takes thing because of my weird blogger's block.  I'm not actually going to bother with Mr. Linky.   Incidentally, another reader emailed me and said that she felt oddly introspective while doing the 33-day Montfortian consecration, and so it rang true that I am having trouble writing while doing it.

    2

    But this seems kind of strange to me, because (what with school starting and all) I can only do a wussy version of the consecration prep.  There's a little bit of reading, and a couple of prayers, both grabbed whenever I have time; a different focus in my spontaneous prayer throughout the day; a general attempt to turn from "the spirit of the world;" and I'm noticing more  frequently how often I screw up and prove myself a very worldly person.  The Montfort subroutine is running in the background of my real life.  Hasn't crashed the system yet.  

    I'm aiming for Our Lady of the Holy Rosary, Oct. 7, or more likely, the next day, which is a Saturday when I can attend Mass and go to Confession.

    3

    After I read St. Louis de Montfort's True Devotion to Mary, I felt unsatisfied.  All the people who'd told me about it claimed it was this amazing, mindblowing work, but it didn't really ring with me.  Really, except for the explanation of the consecration itself, it all just seemed like a repeating string of assertions about Mary, little of which were new to me (but maybe they were new to the people he was writing to back then?) and none of which were backed up by any arguments that weren't themselves simple assertions.

    "God in these times wishes his Blessed Mother to be more known, loved, and honoured than she has ever been."  Okay — how do you know?  Why particularly in these times?  "God the Son imparted to his mother all that he gained by his life and death, namely, his infinite merits and his eminent virtues."  Where does that come from?  How do we know this?  

    I think it is meant to be inspirational writing, rather than thought-provoking writing, and I am peculiarly un-susceptible to inspirational stuff.  

    And lookie here what I found:

    "Were I speaking to the so-called intellectuals of today, I would prove at great length by quoting Latin texts taken from Scripture and the Fathers of the Church all that I am now stating so simply.  I could also instance solid proofs… But I am speaking mainly for the poor and simple who have more good will and faith than the common run of scholars.  As they believe more simply and more  meritoriously, let me merely state the truth to them quite plainly."

    Well, there's my problem.  I believe complexly and not quite so meritoriously, I guess.   Let me hope I can glorify God in my infirmity.

     

    4

    On the other hand, the idea of the consecration itself was thought-provoking and interesting.  So I went looking for more modern writers, less concerned about writing simply and plainly.  And I found a gem of an online book:  Mary in Our Life, by Rev. William C. Most.  It was written in the 1950s. The link goes to a table of contents that links to all the chapters, online, for free.  Much more my kind of "inspirational" writing.

    5

    This is the kind of Marian writing that makes the tops of Protestants' heads blow off.  The word "Co-Redemptrix" is bandied about, for example.  And as I read it, I found myself struggling with some of the concepts, precisely because of the Protestant, anti-Marian influence in American Christian culture.  It was very edifying, because intellectually, Father Most's arguments make a great deal of sense to me.  And yet the logical conclusion of his arguments suggests an attitude toward the Blessed Virgin that feels radical to me.  Deep down, it seems, I feel a sort of repulsion against fully embracing the idea of Mary as intercessor, which as I search my history seems can only have come from contact with American Protestantism.  I didn't even realize that I felt that internal repulsion until reading Fr. Most's arguments forced me to confront it.

     

    6

    At the same time, it's exciting to have read this, because it's the first time in a long while that I have had a theological concept of any kind to grapple with in a radically new way.  I think it's funny that the concept itself isn't particularly new, and is even uber-traditional.  But it's really blown my mind and I still have a lot to think about.

    (And yes, I could write more details, but I am having trouble expressing them.)

     

    7

    Meanwhile, all sorts of odd little messages from outside seem to be finding their way to me, encouraging me to keep on with the Consecration such as I can.  I'm aware that human beings are great at finding patterns where really there is only random noise, and that it's unsurprising that if I'm thinking Marian thoughts, I would see signs everywhere (such as, having just prayed for discernment about whether to make the consecration, being handed a business card 15 minutes later, on which was printed a call to people to make a Marian consecration!  That was a fun example).

    It's time for me to get back to work, and writing this has exhausted my creativity.  Have a great Friday!


  • Conflict.

    Typing feels like moving through wet sludge this week.  I'm going to try to get this post out, though, while the middle kids are decompressing with some cartoons, the oldest is finishing his mechanics assignment (think punctuation, not wrenches), and the baby is sleeping.  I mixed myself a rum and coke before I sat down, hoping that the combination of caffeine and relaxant will generate a little fluency.  *slurp*  Let's see.

    I don't know why, but I have had little desire to write this week.  Many ideas, little desire.  Could be the early days of school; lots to do, less time.  Could be that I have decided to embark on the consecration I mentioned a few days ago (thanks to those of you who emailed me and commented — it was very helpful).  On that, I've had a number of thoughts I've wanted to share, but had difficulty putting into words.  This probably isn't the post for it.  I will write about it.  I want to write about it.  Somehow I keep abandoning the posts after two or three sentences.

    The kids are pushing back at me as we get started with school.  Except for coschooling, which is so far fine, my days are so much less than I want them to be.  If only there were enough of me to go around.  If only I had enough energy at the end of the day to greet "Can I watch videos now?!?" with anything other than relief.   I have made sure that my day's schedule includes a block of time spent one-on-one with each school-aged child.  That's an improvement over last year.  Now if I could just get the others to stop interrupting.  

    And why so much drama?  Why so much wailing about what there is to do and how long it will take?  Why not just sit down and do the damn stuff?  

    I'd better shut up on that last point, lest I have to take my own advice.

    All right, I think I'm done venting.  I just wanted to keep the blog from going blank.  

    Yesterday I went for a swim at the end of the day, and thought furiously as I plowed back and forth across the pool.  I just need to discern what I'm supposed to be doing, I thought, figure out how best to allocate the limited resource that is me.  An answer floated back to me as I touched the side of the pool:  No, it is much simpler than that; I just have to do what I can and do it in love.  If I don't know how to do that, I have to ask for the grace to do it, and trust that it will be enough.  It makes sense, but I wonder what it would feel like; I don't think I have ever tried.


  • “Looking up.”

    Marc at Bad Catholic:

    "If you find yourself drenched in lemonade, but know that you haven't drenched yourself, what is left to conclude? That someone else has drenched you. If you find yourself drenched in worth, but know that you have no reason to feel worth, what is left to conclude? That someone has given you worth. It's a joke, see, because you're drenched in lemonade, and worth everything! Who among you would find themselves drenched in lemonade, look around and realize they could not have drenched themselves, and thus concluded that they were not, in fact, ever drenched."

    RTWT.


  • …And the winner is…

    Well, you know, it wasn't all that tough since all of FIVE of you sent in photographs, to the little contest/drawing/thingy that I sponsored with Dorian Speed of Scrutinies.  The "let me see your homeschooling space" contest.  Really it's more like a show and tell.

    But there are lots more than five photographs, because (a) Dorian and I put some in too, and (b) those of you who participated sent in at least a few photos each.  

    And what cool photos they are!  

    (Be sure to look at the slideshow with captions:  some of the ones labeled "Dorian Speed" are photos that were submitted to her by email, and the photographer's name appears in the captions.)

    Thanks to Jennifer Fitz, "Notes from a Mama,"  Ann-Marie Gorman, Cathie Baier, and the Meineke family (also known as commenter Kelly) for playing along.

    But what you really  want to know is the winner of the random drawing:  

    Kelly M!

    Also, I want a comfy rocking chair to teach in like Kelly's.

    Kelly, please email me at bearing@bearingblog.com with the email address that you wish to use for such great honors as receiving $20 Amazon gift certificates!

    And the rest of you… feel free to continue uploading photos to the homeschooling pool.  I think it's still open.  Even if the loot is already gone.


  • Three o’clock on school day #2: a snapshot.

    Um, I guess I mean four snapshots.  Because I was going to use the metaphor of a snapshot to describe, er, these snapshots.  Never mind.

     

    Kindergarten, still very excited about having math worksheets of her very own:

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    Second grade (reading assignment for the day, an article about animals that live in caves):

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    Sixth grade, discovering the joys of tuning out the world in order to concentrate on the daily journal page (summarizing the plot so far of the book he started reading yesterday):

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    Perhaps the most advanced of all of us, in some sense:

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    Next stop:  Doughnuts for snack!  Because you have to numb the pain of the first week just a little bit.

     


  • First day of school.

    That's watercolor, my friends.  It washes off.  But you should have seen his hands and feet.

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    The first day went surprisingly well — as it always does, since the newness of it all makes the day at least interesting.  

    My daughter loves her new math book — hopefully not just because it was pink.  

    We finished everything in our (admittedly reduced for the first-week ramp-up) schedule by tea time.  I even got to the gym and had a nice long swim at the end of the day.


  • Consecration bleg.

    Would any of my readers like to comment on the class of devotions that are commonly known as the “Total Consecration to Jesus through Mary” or sometimes just the “Total Consecration to Mary?” I am discerning whether to make such a consecration and would be interested in hearing any experiences or insights about the nature of the devotion. I am not really sure I understand it, and though I get the impression that most folks enter into a deeper understanding of it as they go along, I am trying to take seriously the cautionary language l am seeing in some sources about the need for discernment first.

    The most well-known form of the consecration under that name is, of course, the method of St. Louis de Montfort; but I have seen a couple of websites and books claiming that this is just one possible method, and that the same consecration can be enacted under one of several other methods, some of them being other well-known Marian devotions. The examples I have seen mentioned are the Sacred Heart devotion of St. Margaret Mary Alacoque; the Brown Scapular; and the Militia of the Immaculata consecration of St. Maximilian Kolbe.

    I will maybe write more about my thoughts on this later — I have read de Montfort’s _True Devotion to Mary_ and some twentieth-century writings on the subject by Rev. William G. Most, and the experience has been thought-provoking to say the least — but I thought first I would solicit comments from readers. Anyone?