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Archive for September, 2011



19
Sep

Time for a rethink on sex education

Shocking article in the Herald this morning about a bunch of parents being aghast at the explicit nature of the sex education classes at schools. Some students as young as 12 being taught and shown some pretty graphic stuff.

One article is here. And a follow up one.

A poll on NZ Herald shows that 72% of respondents think 12-year-olds shouldn’t be taught about oral sex.

I think its time we addressed sex ed in this country. I’m as reluctant as the next person to let the Government to decide what’s right for kids in this delicate area – but a national curriculum-based , tightly focused, sex ed class would go a long way to stamping out these kinds of classes.

It’s a major failure of the modern Catholic Church to still regard sex education as a taboo. The result is a vacuum that is rapidly filled from TV, Hollywood and the internet. That vacuum gives liberal groups like Family Planning the opportunity to indoctrinate. Schools don’t know what to teach so they call in a “sex expert” who then overexposes the students.

Sex ed a subject never raised at my high school to the detriment of students.

It’s the same with other moral issues for Catholics. Never, not once was I taught about the consequences of abortion, or what the Church really thinks about homosexuality, or what to do if my girlfriend wanted to have sex.

Shock horror, sex ed is not actually about condoms and avoiding STDs. It’s about relationships, deep connections, respect and responsibility – to you and others – and ultimately creating life.

There are a number of tricky, complicated and difficult questions around sex. Parents would be better assured if they knew their kids were getting the right stuff.

You can’t fault schools for trying. But the substance needs to be right. If Catholic schools aren’t being provided the right info, then how can you expect secular schools to be on the ball?

We have all these great Catholic thinkers in this area – why can’t we capitalize on them and start taking back the sex ed debate?

St Emily de Rodat, pray for us

17
Sep

Thats all I can stands, I can’t stands no more!

A few years back I watched a dvd which featured this Protestant pastor, Bill Hybels, discussing the concept of Holy Discontent. The catch phrase was from Popeye, “Thats all I can stands, I can’t stands no more!”. It was about how God puts these “discontents” on our hearts about various causes. It really rang true with me. God is calling us to do something about the things He puts on our hearts. It may be the restoration of sacred liturgy, it may be the unfathomable situation in many third world countries, it may be the lamentable situation in some Catholic schools, it may be the Prolife cause, it may be something minor that only we know about.

First and foremost it should be our own sanctification. If we don’t know the Shepherd, how can we lead others back to Him.

Today, I read a bolg entry by Fr Frank Pavone, founder of the Priests for Life. His blog displayed this Holy Discontent. Some of you may know that he has been called back to his diocese, and that this could be considered a “difficult time” for him. Here’s what he had to say about that…

Well, friends, here in Amarillo I am working hard at my computer on various pro-life projects as I await further instructions from the diocese. Nothing yet, but being I take my “traveling office” with me to four states a week, there’s never a “nothing to do” moment.

It’s so encouraging to see so many people on the same page with me, loving and respecting the Church and, out of that very love and respect, supporting the pro-life mission we are all engaged in together. Amidst the many expressions of support, many say to me that they are praying for me “in this difficult time.”

But what’s difficult about it?

Sure, it’s distressing to have to endure false suspicions, inaccurate media reports, and disruption to a mission which is at the core of my life. That’s all the temporary distress of what’s happening in these days.

But that’s nothing compared to the distress I experience every day because my unborn brothers and sisters are being butchered by abortion. Tears, sleepless nights, anger, righteous indignation – this and more come to me each day because something is happening to the youngest members of the human family. “Typically, the skull is brought out in fragments, rather than as a unified piece,” said abortionist Martin Haskell in 1999 court testimony, describing legal abortion.

This is not happening to strangers. It’s happening to my brothers and sisters.

That’s what bothers me. That’s what makes my days difficult, every day, long before this current problem and long after.

The images of their mangled bodies accompany me to sleep and greet me when I awake; the cries of their silent voices mingle in my ears with the voices of those who speak to me; their aggrieved rights come to the forefront of my mind when anyone’s “rights” are discussed.

That, above all else, is what constitutes “a difficult time” for me.

The consolation is that there are things I can do to stop this holocaust; things we can all do together.

I’m sitting here in Amarillo right now because I’m a faithful and obedient priest, as I promised to be long ago. But there’s a more fundamental reason I’m sitting here, and it’s for the children that nearly everybody forgets and ignores. I’m here because cooperating with Church authority at this moment is the best way to preserve the mission I lead to save these children, a mission aimed precisely at increasing the Church’s awareness of and response to this holocaust.

But let’s be clear. Nobody needs anybody else’s permission to save a human life, to rescue a child from dismemberment and decapitation. In fact, to fail to do so is to fail miserably as a priest, as a Catholic, as a Christian, and as a human being. God deliver us from that fate.

Stop now and pray for whatever is your Holy discontent, pray for the innumerable babies torn apart from abortion. Lastly, think what actions you can take… after all…

Pray as though everything depended on God. Work as though everything depended on you.

16
Sep

“Now, my story begins in 19-dickety-two. We had to say “dickety” ’cause that Kaiser had stolen our word “twenty”. I chased that rascal to get it back, but gave up after dickety-six miles…

I just happened to catch a replay of the Canada vs Tonga game today, where Tonga had just scored and their supporters were celebrating wildly in the stands. Having already seen the game live and knowing the result, i thought to myself ‘Oh you Tongan supporters, I wouldn’t be celebrating so hard yet if I were you’. And then I started wondering if that was a bit like what God does as He watches us from his multi-screened TVs. Already knowing the results of everything that has happened and will happen, He must watch with amusement our premature celebrations and back patting.

Anyway, I think what this blog needs is more complaining. So number #54 in my list of ‘Why London is better than Auckland’ will deal with the lack of Confession times at St. Patrick’s Cathedral. Here are the times the Sacrament of Reconciliation are available at Westminster Cathedral.

Monday – Friday 11.30am to 6pm
Saturday – 10.30am to 6.30pm
Sunday – 11am to 1pm, 4.30pm to 7pm
Public Holidays – 11am-1pm.

And here are the times at St Patrick’s Catheral:

Monday – Friday 11.30am to 12.10pm
Saturday – 5pm – 5.45pm

So yes, just a little disparity there. Whereas I was almost spoilt for choice in London, now I have 40 mins during the weekday, or 45 mins on a weekend available. Reconciliation is important is it not? And we do want to make it accessible for people who might just want to go to confession don’t we? 40 mins. Unbelivable.

15
Sep

There’s something to remember about Mary.

My memory is terrible. Earlier in this week, probably yesterday, I had resolved on a post to write about. Unfortunately, yours truly has a memory span about that of the proverbial goldfish (If only I had that of the actual goldfish). In fact, many a time have I managed to examine my conscience carefully, only to arrive in the confessional booth unable to communicate even half of what I had identified! Luckily for me, there is an app for that, which has helped me get much more thorough about reconciliation.

There is no application for recovering whatever earth-shatteringly amazing post I had chosen earlier. However, I don’t think it will be in vain. I’m going to tell you why Mary is so vital to Christian life.

Mary is THE Christian model, THE exemplary cause, of the growth of Charity. NOT JESUS. This might seem like a shocking thing to say, but listen up.

There is no growth of Charity for Jesus. He participates fully in divine love through the mystery of the hypostatic union throughout every moment of His life. Love is perfect in Him. He cannot, therefore be the model of growth in Charity.

Although love is perfected and completed in the glory of Heaven, when it is lived on Earth it cannot be entirely fulfilled. This is when Charity is lived, and limited, in Faith and Hope. You see Faith is only possible when you don’t fully see the Light, it allows us to affirm the Light even if we see it dimly. There is no Faith in Heaven, and no Faith for Christ’s life, because both the beatific vision of God in Heaven, and, like, actually being God mean that one fully sees the Truth that is God (This is completely different to not having Faith because you don’t see the Truth at all, or refuse to acknowledge what Truth you do see). In fact, ‘see’ doesn’t really grasp what it is like, because we can see something far off, without it being very present to us, such as the stars in the sky, which at this very point in time may not even exist as stars anymore. Instead maybe ‘taste’ or ‘feel’ would better describe the beatific vision, because for these senses the reality must be present to us. Likewise, Hope is only possible for those that do not currently possess. Christ cannot Hope, he possesses his divinity, those in Heaven would not Hope, they would possess the vision of God; nothing else is to be anticipated.

So it can’t be Jesus that is our model of Faith, our model of Hope, and our model of growth in Charity.  Mary is. Love redirects her perfect Faith and Hope towards their completion (as mentioned above, Faith and Hope are incomplete in themselves, in fact, without Love they are nothing, anything is nothing). Mary teaches us how to move from light to light, from holiness to holiness and from love to love, how to renew ourselves everyday, how to shine “brighter and brighter until full day“.

If you would like to get into deeper detail check out this book that I am currently reading. (book) (ebook)

14
Sep

WTC Iron cross

Just a quick one today –  there has certainly been a lot to think and write about in the past week – the September 11th commemmorations, the opening of the world cup and all that drama – I bet the talkback hosts on the radio were rubbing their hands with glee. 

I saw on Fox News the other night an Atheist being interviewed because he opposed the displaying of an iron cross found among the wreckage of the World Trade Centre towers.  I think they were interviewing him again because they are wanting to include the same cross in the redeveloped site, and he had raised his objections again.  Well, I don’t know.  A sign of hope to many people can’t be a bad thing at all, and coming from a religion that has at its very heart the message of love – I really don’t know how anyone could give him airtime.

13
Sep

Our Lord’s gift

Has anyone seen the article on the front page of the most recent NZ Catholic?

It was recounting a lecture given at Auckland’s Catholic Institue of Theology, in part bemoaning the diminution of lay leadership in NZ.  One attributed cause of this is the influx of overseas clergy to these shores.

Leaving aside for the time being the inherent xenophobia in this view, I would like to focus briefly on the skewed view of priesthood behind all of this.  I think that we have an issue, especially in New Zealand, with confusing ‘leadership’ with priesthood.  It is an almost protestant view, which equates ‘pastors’ and the (particularly pentecostal) leadership they provide with that of priests.

Catholic priesthood goes much further than ‘leadership’.  It is, of course, primarily sacramental – without priests we have no access to Mass or Reconciliation – without priests the Church is not Herself.

The model of lay leadership experienced in not a few dioceses in New Zealand is, I think, flawed.  I really feel we need to rediscover the gift of the ministerial priesthood given by Our Lord to His bride.

12
Sep

Remembering Nine Eleven

It’s a day for reflection today as we remember the terrible tragedy of Sept 11. It was truly a horrible calamity, watched by hundreds of millions worldwide.

It really was a terror attack.

2,977 innocent people died. Only 23 people crawled out of the wreckage of the Twin Towers.

Not just Americans, but people from all over the world. I’ve always been a bit cynical of American rhetoric but it rang true in this case – it really was an attack on the world, and our ideals of freedom.

Fantastic documentary on Prime last night covered a documentary team who followed a rookie firefighter in the months of his probation. They were there when the planes hit and were inside the Towers when they collapsed. The footage was raw and captured the fear and horror that unfolded.

You could even hear the thumping as people leapt from their burning windows onto the buildings and streets below.

The most poignant of the documentary was the ongoing impact on the firefights, police and other rescue workers who were involved in the immediate rescue. Some have died from respiratory illnesses and cancer; others have had family breakdowns, suffered post-traumatic stress disorder, or eventually left Manhatten, New York and even the US.

Sept 11 was one of those moments where everyone remembers vividly where they were and how they found out. I was on a bus on the way to school. A friend was pouring over the papers emblazoned with pictures of the burning towers. At that stage the NZ Herald had printed its earlier edition where they reported the two explosions as accidents (like so many media initially did). By the time we arrived at school, the whole place was a in an uproar. America was under attack. World War Three was about to start. No one did any work that day. We watched TV, prayed for those caught up in it, and thought of how lucky we were so far away from it all.

Where were you on September 11?

Regardless of what you think of America, or who planned it, or whether the following invasion of Afghanistan was justified, there is little disagreement over the wanton waste of innocent life at the hands of a few.

Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception, pray for us and for all souls.