tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29220846311355105352024-03-12T16:21:11.853-07:00The Ronald Knox Society of North AmericaNews - Book Reviews - CommentaryVickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-58061304360233705082016-11-17T08:07:00.000-08:002016-11-17T08:39:10.085-08:00A BOOK LAUNCH On Monday, November 14th I was privileged to attend the official book launch for the latest book on Ronald Knox, "Ronald Knox; A Man for All Seasons", hosted by Heythrop College and Francesca Bugliani Knox, the editor. It was a pleasure to meet several of the contributors to this large collection of commentary on Knox's life and writing, as well as previously unpublished works.<br />
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Also present were "the twins", Claudia and Nicola (nee Macaskie), who met Ronald Knox at Aldenham after being evacuated there with 50+ other girls and 15 nuns from the Convent of the Assumption in Kensington during World War II. They were as thoroughly English, and thoroughly charming, as one might expect. They reminded me of two Miss Marples, complete with twinkling eyes at almost 90 years of age! <i>The Creed in Slow Motion</i> and <i>The Mass in Slow Motion </i>were dedicated to them, and the sermons Knox preached at their respective weddings are included in <i>Bridegroom and Bride</i>.<br />
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Here's the excerpt from Evelyn Waugh's biography which describes them:<br />
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... "Claudia and Nicola, the twin daughters of Mr N.L.C.Macaskie, K.C., who attained and retained a particular place in his affections.<br />
These two pretty children arrived in the autumn of 1943 when Ronald's popularity and fame were well established in the school but when he was suffering from a dismal sense of discouragement in his more public life. They first attracted his attention when Nicola, for a 'dare', burst into his sanctum and asked whether he liked pink blancmange. Shortly afterwards there was a more solemn encounter. Claudia was quite suddenly struck alarmingly ill, and Ronald was called to anoint her. It was the first and only time he gave the last sacraments; he had often spoken of them in his sermons but always with the implied assumption that they were something brought in extreme old age. The summons to the apparently dying child was an incident of poignant emotion. The twins invited him to stay in the holidays, and soon their house in Kensington Square became his regular lodging in London. He said they should put up a plaque: 'Ronald Knox practically lived here.' Later they were among the very few of his friends to whom he wrote letters in his old, free, affectionate manner. In May 1947 he wrote to Nicola: 'You and Claudia are the only people I want to write to except on business.' In the drab and sour period of victory their friendship was a substantial solace. With his habitual reticence, he seldom spoke of them. At the dinner given to him in London on his sixtieth birthday the appearance of Claudia, dressed for a ball and prematurely called away by a young man in a white tie, created a stir of curiosity among his elderly friends."Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-2721810179040124632015-05-24T09:22:00.005-07:002015-05-24T09:29:32.544-07:00VENI, SANCTE SPIRITUSHappy Feast of Pentecost! Here is one of Knox's best:<br />
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<b>The Holy Spirit </b><br />
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If a man should set out to go through the Bible, pausing and making a meditation wherever he found
material, his attention would be caught without fail, I think, by the second verse of it. “Earth was still an
empty waste, and darkness hung over the deep; but already, over its waters, stirred the breath of God.”
Creation still in the melting-pot, so that we have nothing for our composition of place except a formless
sea of undifferentiated matter; dark, not by some effect of shadow, but with that primal darkness that
reigned before light was made. And over this inert mass, like the mist that steals up from a pool at
evening, God’s breath his Spirit, was at work. Already it was his plan to educe from this chaos the
cosmos he had resolved to make, passing up through its gradual stages till it culminated in the creation of
Man.<br />
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Deep in your nature and mine lies just such a chaos of undifferentiated matter, of undeveloped
possibilities. Psychology calls it the unconscious. It is a great lumber-room, stocked from our past history.
Habits and propensities are there, for good and evil; memories, some easily recaptured, some tucked away
in the background; unreasoning fears and antipathies; illogical associations, which link this past
experience with that; primitive impulses, which shun the light, and seek to disguise themselves by a
smoke-screen of reasoning; inherited aptitudes, sometimes quite unexpected. Out of this welter of
conditions and tendencies the life of action is built up, yours and mine. And still, as at the dawn of
creation, the Holy Spirit moves over those troubled waters, waiting to educe from them, with the
cooperation of our wills, the entire life of the Christian.<br />
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<a href="http://ronaldknoxsociety.com/The%20Holy%20Spirit.pdf" target="_blank">Continue reading</a>Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-63608160517770655962015-03-30T21:05:00.000-07:002015-03-30T21:05:10.956-07:00THE LOST WORKS OF RONALD KNOX<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here's some good news: <a href="http://www.catholic.com/">Catholic Answers</a> has published a beautiful new volume of 6 forgotten Knox sermons and essays. The book will be off the press in April but is available for <a href="http://shop.catholic.com/featured/coming-soon/the-lost-works-of-ronald-knox.html">pre-order</a>.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Included in this volume:</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. The Essentials of Spiritual Unity</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. Proving God</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. The Rich Young Man</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4. Nazi and Nazarene</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5. The Beginning and End of Man</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6. On English Translation (Romanes Lecture)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is a handsome hardback with high-quality paper, old-style wide margins, clean typography, an <i>ex libris</i> plate, and a sewn-in satin ribbon. Plus a forward by Karl Keating.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It sounds like a "must have" for Knox fans!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-29117780852989597382015-03-26T13:46:00.000-07:002015-03-26T17:32:09.877-07:00RAISON D'ETRE<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/162265460552199/">Facebook Page of the Ronald Knox Society</a> has brought quite a few people to our door. At least some of them must be wondering what the Society is all about, so here goes:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">I first ran
across the writings of Ronald Knox as a very young, and extremely ignorant,
convert to Roman Catholicism. Always an avid reader, I was hungry for the truth
in written, intellectually stimulating and satisfying form. Providentially, I </span><span style="line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">didn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> have to wade through muddy waters alone but had a tremendous guide in my
father-in-law, Neil McCaffrey Jr., who took me by the hand and led me directly
to the very best English-language, Catholic writing. One of many books he gave me
was a small, paperback volume of Catholic Digest, in which I found an
abbreviated version of Knox’s ‘Trials of a Translator’. What struck me
immediately was that here was a formidable intellect at work. I felt an
immediate attraction. The fact that I, uninstructed as I was, could not only
read, but understand what he had to say, only proves the marvelous talent which
Knox exhibited throughout his life: that of being able to address any level of
reader, any type of audience. He seemed extremely approachable.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was
hooked. For readers, there are few things more exciting in this life than
finding an author one has never read and, further, that he has written
prolifically. It’s like opening the door to Aladdin’s Cave. Over the years I
read all the books I could find by Knox. Most of them came from my
father-in-law’s enormous, personal library. And garage sales. In the early 80s
almost none of Knox’s books were in print. Roman Catholic Books published ‘A
Retreat For Lay People’, which is one of Knox’s best. Then Ignatius Press came
to the rescue and began, slowly, to publish Knox’s sermons and apologetics. A
generation later, there are now quite a few of Knox’s works in print. Enough to
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Somewhere
in that time period, with the advent of the internet and Google, I founded the
Ronald Knox Society, purely by chance, and without forethought. One night I was
googling Knox in search of something-or-other and noticed that there was really
very little information about him online. The only information which kept
resurfacing with alarming regularity was an article by Fr. Leonard Feeney,
S.J., taking Knox to task for his “liberal” views of <i>extra Ecclesiam nulla salus</i>. Without commenting further on Fr.
Feeney I will say that, at the very least, it was extremely one-sided. So I
looked up domain names and found that, unsurprisingly,
www.ronaldknoxsociety.com was available. I made a little do-it-yourself website
and started adding content. My purpose was, quite simply, to insure that when
someone did a Google search for Ronald Knox he would get solid information
about the man and his work.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Nothing
much has changed since then. The greatest benefit that I have personally
received from the Society has been the friendship of Fr. Milton Walsh, expert on
the writings of Ronald Knox and terrific tour-guide to San Francisco. His
advice has been to let the Society grow organically and not hustle about trying
to make it other than what it currently is: a very small, and rather odd assortment of people who greatly admire, and are indebted to, the writings of
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So if our
members are waiting for newsletters and conventions, membership drives and
cruises, they are destined to be disappointed. People often ask whether I have begun
a cause for Knox’s canonization. No, nor do I have any intention of doing so.
Aside from the fact that I have neither the energy nor the patience for such an
undertaking, I rather think that modesty would prevent Knox from wanting himself
put forward in that way. His life’s work was to clear the grime from our
intellects that we might see the object of his own gaze: Our Lord Jesus Christ,
the “window in the wall”. That is more than enough to be going on with.</span><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-72470487539140576942015-03-24T09:03:00.000-07:002015-03-24T09:03:52.417-07:00INTERVIEW WITH FATHER MILTON WALSHTimothy McCormick has posted a terrific <a href="http://www.catholicbiblesblog.com/2015/03/7-questions-fr-milton-walsh.html">interview</a> with Father Milton Walsh on his <a href="http://www.catholicbiblesblog.com/">Catholic Bibles</a> blog. Do read it all, but here's a sample:<br />
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<i><b>... as you have pointed out in your book Ronald Knox As Apologist, that towards the end of his life he saw a need for a new kind of apologetics. His death in 1957 left that an open question. So, what do you think he was aiming at in this new apologetics and how might that be applicable to the Catholic Church in 2015?</b><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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I’ll try to give a brief answer to a question which generated an entire dissertation! Knox did “classical apologetics” very well, and his <i>Belief of Catholics </i>is still a good resource for those who want a popular intellectual defense for belief in the existence of God and the unique role of Christ in human history. This apologetic approach was the heir to the Enlightenment, and tended to put great emphasis on rational argumentation. Reason was seen to be the common ground between believer and unbeliever; Knox and the other writers I mentioned earlier often approached apologetics from this vantage point.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But we are more than “thinking machines”, and Knox recognized that many intellectual questions are rooted in more existential realities. This comes across in his conferences to Catholic students at Oxford, in <i>In Soft Garments</i>and in <i>The Hidden Stream</i>. By the 1950s, Knox realized that mere logical defenses were not sufficient for many people. He was deeply affected by the invention and use of the Atomic Bomb, and his <i>God and the Atom</i>(regrettably, not in print) testifies to an important change in his priorities. He wanted to write “a new apologetics”, but did not get very far with it. His final illness from cancer took him very quickly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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If I had to summarize the direction he seemed to be heading in his new approach, it would be this: the classical Catholic apologetics relied perhaps too much on pure logic, and most people are not purely logical. The dilemma was, then, what can be the common ground for a conversation between believer and unbeliever? His answer was ordinary human experience, which takes in the intellect but so much more: desire, beauty, heroic ideals, etc. In fact, Knox incorporated much of this “argumentation” in his sermons, which addressed not only the mind but the whole person.</div>
Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-19787639669180032382015-01-12T17:44:00.004-08:002015-01-12T17:44:45.939-08:00THE ART OF PREACHING<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Lato, Helvetica, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px;">"For a guide and source of ideas, I would cite the man whom I consider the greatest Catholic preacher of the twentieth century: Ronald Knox." - Fr. George Rutler</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Lato, Helvetica, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px;"><a href="http://www.aleteia.org/en/religion/article/father-rutler-on-preaching-the-art-of-drawing-the-flock-to-the-sacramental-life-5874308433838080">Read</a> the whole article.</span>Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-41836802221070171902014-07-23T16:06:00.000-07:002014-07-23T16:06:57.056-07:00KNOX BIO ON SALE <a href="http://www.ignatius.com/Products/RKA-P/ronald-knox-as-apologist.aspx?utm_source=SummerSale2014Page&utm_medium=lpsummer2014&utm_campaign=Summer%20Sale%202014"><b>RONALD KNOX AS APOLOGIST</b></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">by Ronald Knox<br /><br />Come to me, all you that labour and are burdened, and I will refresh you. Take up my yoke upon you and learn of me, because I am meek and humble of heart, and you shall find rest to your souls. – Matthew 11. 28-9<br /><br />Come – it is not enough to stand still; the movement will not be all on God’s side. Christ stretches out his arms, as if the gesture of crucifixion had become habitual even to the glorified body; it is your part to respond to the invitation, to come to him, though your steps be weak and tottering, like the first steps of a child. The Sacred Heart of the Crucified would draw all men to him, yet draws them, not by any chain of necessity, but with cords of love; it must be a free choice of your will by which you step forward from the ranks that waver and hang back, to consecrate yourself to him. True, in this devotion we consecrate ourselves as a family, but it is the individual surrender he prizes, not the mere herd-instinct that bids us, to avoid singularity, associate ourselves in a public act of homage: the word is addressed to each soul individually – Come unto me.<br /><br />Come unto me – other voices, maybe, in later years will endeavour to distract us, the false religious systems of yesterday, the world with its easy standards, ambition with its insistent call for action, or money, the hardest master of them all: their prizes will seem more ready to our hand, their voices closer in our ear, but none will woo so gently or so patiently as the Sacred Heart, the Heart that loves so much and is loved so little in return, no one else dares to ask or claims to offer as he does. Unto me – not as if your devotion to the Sacred Heart could rival or replace your devotion to Almighty God: for that Heart is the life-centre of the Sacred Humanity, wherein, not by some overshadowing influence, as in Mary and the saints, but by a real and personal union, the fullness of revealed Godhead dwells. Unto me – not to some abstract idea, some expressive image, some memory of a dead past, but a Human Heart, real, concrete, living as your own, living now amid the splendours of the glorified Humanity in heaven.<br /><br />All you that labour – it is a fashion, a pose you affect among your friends, to despise anything that comes to you openly under the name of work: but labour is rightly measured not by the distastefulness of the occupation or by the value of the results achieved, but by what it costs you, the strain that tells on you, the disturbance and distraction it sets up in your thoughts. At this moment, ask yourself if there is not some day-dream or some project humming in your brain, distracting your attention or ready to do so the instant your vigilance is relaxed. That day-dream, that project, however trivial and however distant, though it be only some scheme for your enjoyment, innocent or misapplied, some affection, some grievance, some grudge, is the labour with which you labour under the sun, the prisoner of your own brooding thoughts. You know that at times when these worries and distractions interfere with your sleep, or when you feel dull and jaded after long hours of them. You that labour, leave here on one side for a moment the petty cares which tyrannize over you: be still, and see that I am God.<br /><br />Come to me, all you that are burdened – labour distracts the mind; it is sin that weighs upon the shoulders and clogs the feet. That burden, too, we must lay down for a little, if we are to lift up our eyes to the tabernacle. Last time we kept the first Friday, there was some resolution, an occasion of sin to be avoided, a bad habit to be checked, an improvement to be made in our rule of prayer. Nothing very much has come of it, and conscience feels uneasy at this reminder. Put it aside just for the moment; we must turn our faces towards the future and consecrate ourselves anew.<br /><br />And I will refresh you – this is to be a breathing-space from the dusty business of life, the daily, common round of earthly occupations in which we seldom catch a glimpse of the supernatural. We are to draw ourselves up, breathe deep in the fresh air of grace, stretch the cramped muscles of the soul and rejoice to find them still responsive to the will. We shall forget for a while the work that lies at our feet as our cheek catches the cooling influence of grace that comes from Him.<br /><br />Take my yoke upon you – not the yoke of a conqueror, imposed on his unwilling vassal, but the yoke which eases your burden by distributing the weight so that all but all of it rests on him. It is not servitude he offers, but partnership. Oh, if we could believe what we see so often in lives which have greatly devoted themselves to him, that, in proportion as we resign ourselves to his love, care and sorrow and all the burden of mortality lies lightly on us, till we have to ask for suffering lest we should lose the sense of the privilege that partnership bestows! We will make an offering here of all the work and all the suffering God will have us undergo, in union with the merits of the Sacred Heart, Fountain of all Consolation.<br /><br />And learn of me – not the lessons we learn in class, not Christian doctrine or apologetics, nothing that tires the brain and wrinkles the forehead, not the dreary formulas that seem only intended to catch us out by being so difficult to remember. In this lesson it is not mind that speaks to mind, but heart to heart, no elaborate considerations are necessary, no theological subtleties. You have only to stand still and contemplate the Sacred Heart, bruised for our sins and made obedient unto death; only to remember one simple formula – how easy to remember, how difficult to mean: “Heart of Jesus, full of love for us, make our hearts like thy Sacred Heart”.<br /><br />Because I am meek and humble of heart – meekness that will not be driven to resentment even by ill-usage, humility that will not be puffed up even where there is cause for self-congratulation. Meekness that in our case – not in his – sees its own sinfulness and acknowledges that the discomforts and reverses of life are only its lawful due; not assuming that the word which wounded you was aimed with intent, that you were right when you quarreled, unfairly hampered where you failed to come off; not for ever engaged in drawing up that long list of grievances against your fellow-men which leaves behind it no satisfaction, but only a character soured and blasé, a nature suspicious and difficult to please. Humility that in our case – not in his – realizes its own insignificance; humility that will not let you stand on your dignity, or lose your peace of mind when you are criticized and held up to ridicule; humility that, above all, approaches God with infinite reverence, and does not seek either to search out his hidden counsels or to presume on the graces he bestows.<br /><br />And you shall find rest to your souls; rest in this life, when the wayward passions of your heart have been calmed and regulated by learning to beat in time with his; rest in the world to come, when you shall contemplate openly the Heart from which those graces used to flow, and, as you have been faithful yoke-fellows and docile scholars of your Lord below, be made partakers of his eternal glory in heaven.</span></div>
Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-8328943618948790082014-04-28T06:26:00.000-07:002014-04-28T06:26:17.979-07:00BEATRIX POTTER AND SPRINGTIME<i style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 24.79400062561035px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">If there is anything pleasant in life, it is doing what we aren’t meant to do. If there is anything pleasant about criticism, it is finding out what we aren’t meant to find out. It is the method by which we treat as significant what the author did not mean to be significant, by which we single out as essential what the author regarded as incidental.</i><br />
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<i style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 24.79400062561035px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 13.63636302947998px; font-style: normal;"><a href="http://www.crisismagazine.com/2014/the-tale-of-mrs-tittlemouse-by-beatrix-potter">CONTINUE READING</a> a charming analysis of The Tale of Mrs. Tittlemouse by Sean Fitzpatrick at <a href="http://www.crisismagazine.com/">Crisis Magazine</a>.</span></i>Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-31342573034877589872014-04-17T09:22:00.000-07:002014-04-17T09:22:00.981-07:00LAMENTATIONSThe First Lessons of Matins on Holy Thursday, Good Friday and Holy Saturday are taken from the Lamentations of the Prophet Jeremias. They are among the saddest and most beautiful readings of the Liturgical Year.<br />
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Here is Knox's translation of Chapter 1:<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">W</span></b>hen Israel was brought into captivity, and Jerusalem left deserted, the prophet Jeremias sat down and wept, with this mournful lamentation following. And as he spoke, ever he sighed and moaned in the bitterness of his heart.<br />
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1. <b><span style="font-size: large;">A</span></b>lone she dwells, the city erewhile so populous; a widow now, once a queen among the nations; tributary now, that once had provinces at her command.<br />
2. <b><span style="font-size: large;">B</span></b>e sure she weeps; there in the darkness her cheeks are wet with tears; of all that courted her, none left to console her, all those lovers grown weary of her, and turned to enemies.<br />
3. <b><span style="font-size: large;">C</span></b>ruel the suffering and the bondage of Juda's exile; that she must needs dwell among the heathen! Nor respite can she find; close at her heels the pursuit, and peril on either hand.<br />
4. <b><span style="font-size: large;">D</span></b>esolate, the streets of Sion; no flocking, now, to the assembly; the gateways lie deserted. Sighs priest, and the maidens go in mourning, so bitter the grief that hangs over all.<br />
5. <b><span style="font-size: large;">E</span></b>xultant, now, her invaders; with her enemies nothing goes amiss. For her many sins, the Lord has brought doom on her, and all her children have gone into exile, driven before the oppressor.<br />
6. <b><span style="font-size: large;">F</span></b>led is her beauty, the Sion that was once so fair; her chieftains have yielded their ground before the pursuer, strength-less as rams that can find no pasture.<br />
7. <b><span style="font-size: large;">G</span></b>rievous the memories she holds, of the hour when all her ancient glories passed from her, when her people fell defenceless before the invader, unresisting before an enemy that derided them.<br />
8. <b><span style="font-size: large;">H</span></b>einously Jerusalem sinned; what wonder if she became an outlaw? How they fell to despising her when they saw her shame, that once flattered her! Deeply she sighed, and turned away her head.<br />
9. <b><span style="font-size: large;">I</span></b>ll might skirts of her robe the defilement conceal; alas, so reckless of her doom, alas, fallen so low, with none to comfort her! Mark it well, Lord; see how humbled I, how exultant my adversary!<br />
10. <b><span style="font-size: large;">J</span></b>ealous hands were laid on all she treasured; so it was that she must see Gentiles profane her sanctuary, Gentiles, by thy ordinance from the assembly debarred.<br />
11.<b><span style="font-size: large;"> K</span></b>indred was none but went sighing for lack of bread, offered its precious heirlooms for food to revive men's hearts. Mark it well, Lord, and see my pride abased!<br />
12.<b><span style="font-size: large;"> L</span></b>ook well, you that pass by, and say if there was ever grief like this grief of mine; never a grape on the vineyard left to glean, when the Lord's threat of vengeance is fulfilled.<br />
13. <b><span style="font-size: large;">M</span></b>ust fire from heaven waste my whole being, ere I can learn my lesson? Must he catch me in a net, to drag me back from my course? Desolate he leaves me, to pine away all the day long with grief.<br />
14. <b><span style="font-size: large;">N</span></b>o respite it gives me, the yoke of guilt I bear, by his hand fastened down upon my neck; see, I faint under it! The Lord has given me up a prisoner to duress there is no escaping.<br />
15. <b><span style="font-size: large;">O</span></b>f all I had, the Lord has taken away the noblest; lost to me, all the flower of my chivalry, under his strict audit; Sion, poor maid, here was a wine-press well trodden down!<br />
16. <b><span style="font-size: large;">P</span></b>ray you, should I not weep? Fountains these eyes are, that needs must flow; comforter there is none at hand, that should revive my spirits. Lost to me, all those sons of mine, outmatched by their enemy.<br />
17. <b><span style="font-size: large;">Q</span></b>uest for consolation is vain, let her plead where she will; neighbors of Jacob, so the Lord decrees, are Jacob's enemies, and all around they shrink from her, as from a thing unclean.<br />
18. <b><span style="font-size: large;">R</span></b>ight the Lord has in his quarrel; I have set his commands at defiance. O world, take warning; see what pangs I suffer, all my folk gone into exile, both man and maid.<br />
19. <b><span style="font-size: large;">S</span></b>o false the friends that were once my suitors! And now the city lacks priests and elders both, that went begging their bread, to revive the heart in them.<br />
20. <b><span style="font-size: large;">T</span></b>ake note, Lord, of my anguish, how my bosom burns, and my heart melts within me, in bitter ruth. And all the while, swords threatens without, and death not less cruel within.<br />
21.<b><span style="font-size: large;"> U</span></b>ncomforted my sorrow, but not unheard; my enemies hear it, and rejoice that my miseries are of thy contriving. Ah, but when thy promise comes true, they shall feel my pangs!<br />
22. <b><span style="font-size: large;">V</span></b>intager who didst leave my boughs so bare, for my much offending, mark well their cruelty, and strip these to in their turn; here be sighs a many, and a sad heart to claim it.Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-8863397843374979792014-04-16T07:34:00.000-07:002014-04-16T07:34:26.937-07:00CORPUS CHRISTI, MAIDEN LANE<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The church of <a href="http://www.corpuschristimaidenlane.org.uk/">Corpus Christi, Maiden Lane</a>, will be familiar to Knox fans as the West End church in which, for 30 years (1926-1956), he preached on the Feast of Corpus Christi. 26 of the sermons he preached there are available in the collection <i><a href="http://www.ignatius.com/Products/POCS-H/pastoral-and-occasional-sermons.aspx">Pastoral and Occasional Sermons</a> </i>and are counted among his gems.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>"How many a priest, reading The Window in the Wall, has been filled with a kind of holy envy at the mastery of his exposition of eucharistic doctrine and at the fertility of mind which, year after year, in the same church and to much the same congregation, could find something not merely new but absolutely penetrating and enriching to say on this subject! Most priests have two or three sermons on the Blessed Sacrament; here we have close on two score of them, redolent of the preacher's own devotion, and challenging us to a fuller realization of the wealth at our disposal.</i>" - Thomas Corbishley, S.J., Ronald Knox, the Priest, 1965 Sheed & Ward</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The current Pastor, Father Alan Robinson, has undertaken an <a href="http://www.newliturgicalmovement.org/2014/04/the-restoration-of-hidden-gem.html#.U06UEvldWSp">extensive renovation program</a> and is, of course, in need of funds. If you're looking for a last-minute, Lenten almsgiving opportunity, or if you can help out over the course of time, you can find more information on the <a href="http://www.corpuschristimaidenlane.org.uk/make-a-donation/">parish website</a>. It would be fitting to help this good cause in honor of, and in thanksgiving for, the many benefits we've received from Msgr. Knox.</span></div>
Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-21957909917043793742014-04-13T17:52:00.001-07:002014-04-13T18:44:11.206-07:00RUIN AND RESURRECTION<div class="MsoNormal">
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Today, 1,900 years ago, it looked as if the fortunes of the
great Galilean Prophet, Jesus of Nazareth, were at their height. It was the
time of the feast; a great multitude of people from Galilee had come up to
celebrate it, and these, plainly, were proud of their fellow countryman. At
home, where his family was known to many of them, they might criticize him and
laugh at his pretensions; but here in Judea it was a different thing; they were
not going to have their own Prophet laughed at by the Jews of Judea. That is
human nature. And then, just a day or two before Palm Sunday, an extraordinary
rumor went round Jerusalem itself. A man of Bethany, a well-known figure there,
had died and been buried; and when he had already been four days in the tomb,
Jesus of Nazareth had called to him and he had come out alive. Bethany was only
about two miles from Jerusalem; it was as if you heard that somebody had been
raised from the dead, say, at Harborne. Naturally,crowds of people came out
from Jerusalem to look at the man who had been buried and come to life again;
to question his sisters, and have their own assurance about the facts. And
these, convinced by what they saw and heard, were hardly less enthusiastic on
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Read the rest in <a href="http://ronaldknoxsociety.com/RUIN%20AND%20RESURRECTION.pdf">PDF</a>.<br />
From <i>Pastoral and Occasional Sermons</i> available from <a href="http://www.ignatius.com/Products/POCS-H/pastoral-and-occasional-sermons.aspx">Ignatius Press</a>. </div>
Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-88470380024902072732014-04-10T07:58:00.001-07:002014-04-10T07:58:55.664-07:00THE MASS IN SLOW MOTIONHat tip to Rick Wheeler for finding '<a href="http://www.ccwatershed.org/media/pdfs/14/04/09/13-00-12_0.pdf">The Mass in Slow Motion</a>', by Ronald Knox, in PDF format, thanks to the folks at Corpus Christi Watershed.<br />
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<a href="http://www.ccwatershed.org/">Corpus Christi Watershed</a> recently published the beautiful <a href="http://www.ccwatershed.org/Campion/">St. Edmund Campion Missal and Hymnal</a> and maintain a website and blog about Sacred Music and Liturgy.Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-61994992492788328692014-03-30T13:48:00.000-07:002014-04-28T06:26:51.947-07:00LAETARE SUNDAY with Fr. George Rutler<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">The Belgian priest and physicist, Monsignor Georges Lemaître died in 1966 after receiving news that his theory of the birth of the universe—what he called the “hypothesis of the primeval atom”—had been confirmed by the discovery of cosmic microwave background radiation. Albert Einstein was slow in coming around to Lemaître’s hypothesis of an expanding universe, now popularly called the “Big Bang”—a term that was first meant in subtle mockery, but then he commended it to further research. Just weeks ago, scientists published evidence of the almost instantaneous expansion of all matter from an infinitesimal particle. The scale and volume of this stuns the human mind, but at least if the mind cannot grasp this, it can acknowledge it, along with the fact that there was no time or space before that “moment.” It fits well with the record in Genesis of the voice of the eternal and unlimited God uttering light and all consequent creatures into existence.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">Here one must be careful in attributing to physical science an explanation of the “why” as well as the “how” of creation, and theology—equally the highest science—must not confuse itself with physics. In the sixteenth century, Cardinal Baronius said, “The Bible was written to show us how to go to heaven, not how the heavens go.” In a moment of unguarded enthusiasm in 1951, Pope Pius XII said that Lemaître’s theory proved the existence of God. He humbly backed off when Lemaître told him that a physical hypothesis could do no such thing.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">No human hypothesis can tell us what God alone can reveal: that he made the world and all that is in it for his delight. When we delight God by doing his will, his delight infuses his sentient creatures with joy. The composer Gustav Holst may have employed some fanciful theology (theosophy) in giving personalities to seven planets in his famous symphony, but the ”jollity” of Jupiter is a compelling metaphor for the joy of the saints.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">Laetare Sunday in the middle of Lent is not so much an interruption of the penitential season as it is an encouragement not to lose the focus of Lent and life itself on the joy that God offers us in Heaven, where there is no time or space, as it was before the world began. The Church goes “up” to Jerusalem in an earthly sense as a metaphor for moving toward the Heavenly Jerusalem which “has no need of sun or moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and its lamp is the Lamb” (Revelation 21:23). This is a wonder more daunting and challenging than the most abstruse hypotheses of the most brilliant physical scientists. It moves beyond the pleasure of speculation into the purest happiness of encounter. “Rejoice, O Jerusalem; and come together all you that love her.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">by Father George Rutler, Pastor of the Church of St. Michael in New York City</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial;">Father Rutler's Sunday sermons can be downloaded in mp3 format on <a href="http://www.stmichaelnyc.com/multimedia/audio">St. Michael's website</a>.</span>Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-5884532985847093212014-03-13T20:33:00.002-07:002014-03-13T20:33:40.061-07:00ESAU: Sin<img height="320" src="http://www.canvaz.com/g/Giotto/Scenes%20from%20the%20Old%20Testament%20-%20Isaac%20Rejecting%20Esau.jpg" width="294" /><br />
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The subject of which I want to treat next is sin, the great evil of our race, and repentance, its only<br />
remedy. And I will take as my starting-point Esau, the grandson of Abraham, the elder son of<br />
Isaac. You will remember that St. Paul, in his epistle to the Romans, treats Esau and Jacob as<br />
typical, respectively, of nature and grace. Esau is the elder son by birth, but it is his younger<br />
brother, Jacob, who is to be the inheritor of the promises. And St. Paul, anxious to maintain the<br />
principle that God’s election is free, that it is antecedent to all merit or demerit on our part, points<br />
out that in this case Jacob was preferred to Esau in a prophecy made before either of the two<br />
children was born, when they had done neither good nor evil. That is t rue, and a valuable lesson.<br />
But it is no less true that where God rejects, the ground of his rejection is to be sought, not in any<br />
want of love on his part, but in some shortcoming on the part of the soul that is rejected. Let us<br />
try, then, to trace Esau’s character and career – very little is told us about either – and take<br />
warning for our own lives from the hints they give us.<br />
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<a href="http://ronaldknoxsociety.com/ESAU.pdf">CONTINUE READING</a></div>
Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-78196930998618508732014-03-13T20:29:00.001-07:002014-03-13T20:35:20.002-07:00ABRAHAM: A Meditation For Religious<div style="text-align: center;">
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Holy obedience is the subject I would treat next, because it so surrounds and conditions the<br />
priestly life that we must needs consider the conduct of our lives and the eternal salvation of our<br />
souls in relation to it and in conformity with it. I might derive a lesson on the subject from almost<br />
any part of the Bible, whether in the Old or in the New Testament. But it seems convenient for<br />
my purpose to keep to the order of historical narration, and discuss the virtue of obedience under<br />
the figure of the patriarch Abraham. From the very moment when he appears on the stage of<br />
history, Abraham meets us as a man with a vocation. Almost as soon as his name has been<br />
mentioned, we read: “Meanwhile, the Lord said to Abraham, Leave thy country behind thee, thy<br />
kinsfolk, and thy father’s home, and come away into a land I will shew thee. Then I will make a<br />
great people of thee.” God has a use for him, and a promise to make to him; but all that is<br />
conditional upon a blind act of obedience; which involves saying goodbye to all the surroundings<br />
and associations which have bounded his life hitherto. And his life henceforward is that of a<br />
wanderer. “And he to whom the name of Abraham was given, shewed faith when he left his<br />
home, obediently, for the country which was to be his inheritance; left it without knowing where<br />
his journey would take him. Faith taught him to live as a stranger in the land he had been<br />
promised for his own, encamping there with Isaac and Jacob, heirs with him of a common hope.”<br />
Dwelling in tents; here today, he has packed up and gone elsewhere tomorrow; he has no ties to<br />
bind him; he moves, at every turn, in obedience to a command from the divine will.<br />
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<a href="http://ronaldknoxsociety.com/ABRAHAM.pdf">CONTINUE READING</a></div>
Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-33122272371769944252014-03-09T09:03:00.000-07:002014-03-09T09:39:27.302-07:00FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT: the desert<div style="text-align: center;">
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"The desert is, paradoxically, the very place where, cut off from all else, we experience the closeness of God. The opening verses of Psalm 90 have, in the translation of Ronald Knox, a note of intimacy that may escape us in more familiar translations:<br />
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<i>Content if thou be to live with the Most High for thy defence,<br />under his Almighty shadow nestling still,<br />him thy refuge, him thy stronghold thou mayst call,<br />thy own God, in whom is all thy trust” (Psalm 90:1-2).</i><br />
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<a href="http://vultus.stblogs.org/index.php/2014/03/cum-ipso-sum-in-tribulatione/">CONTINUE READING</a> this meditation on the Vultus Christi blog.<br />
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And here is the complete text of <b>Psalm 90</b>, translated by Ronald Knox:<br />
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<i>Content if thou be to live with the most High for thy defence, under his Almighty shadow abiding still, him thy refuge, him thy stronghold thou mayst call, thy own God, in whom is all thy trust. He it is will rescue thee from every treacherous lure, every destroying plague. His wings for refuge, nestle thou shalt under his care, his faithfulness thy watch and ward. Nothing shalt thou have to fear from nightly terrors, from the arrow that flies by daylight, from pestilence that walks to and fro in the darkness, from the death that wastes under the noon. Though a thousand fall at thy side, ten thousand at thy right hand, it shall never come next or near thee; rather, thy eyes shall look about thee, and see the reward of sinners.</i><br />
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<i> He trust in me, mine it is to rescue him; he acknowledges my name, from me he shall have protection; when he calls me, I will listen, in affliction I am at his side, to bring him safety and honour. Length of days he shall have to content him, and find in me deliverance.</i><br />
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Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-82072247370513589732014-03-07T15:53:00.000-08:002014-03-07T15:53:30.105-08:00THE FLOOD<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b>I hope to continue to post chapters from Ronald Knox's 'A Retreat For Priests' during Lent. The previous post - Creation - was Chapter 1. Here is Chapter 2, The Flood:</b><br />
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I have spoken of man’s creation and his fall; it is natural to pass on from that to an incident<br />
which follows at a very short interval in the sacred writings, the Flood. It has been pointed out<br />
that almost every people retains the memory, or has preserved the legend, of a great deluge at<br />
some remote period, which made a clean sweep of living creation and involved, as it were, a<br />
fresh start. Whatever else the Flood was or did, it seems quite certain that the memory of it is<br />
branded on our race-consciousness; the details of it may be dimly remembered, like a child’s<br />
nightmare, but the tradition is there – that the world God had made needed to be remade, for all<br />
practical purposes, after being buried under a flood.<br />
What is the lesson which this tradition teaches us? Why, first and foremost the lesson of our<br />
conservation. We might have been tempted to suppose, indeed, people often have supposed, that<br />
God simply created the world and then lost interest in it; left it to go its own way, according to<br />
some automatic principle of control which he had devised for it, without interfering in its<br />
destinies further, or busying himself about its welfare. Well, we all know that such a conception<br />
is wholly unsatisfactory as a matter of philosophy; that it is not enough for God to have created<br />
us; he must needs hold us in being by a continuous exercise of his power, lest we should slip<br />
back into the nothingness from which we came.<br />
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<a href="http://ronaldknoxsociety.com/THE%20FLOOD.pdf">CONTINUE READING</a><br />
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Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-14766180186357518602014-03-02T17:18:00.001-08:002014-03-07T07:28:34.161-08:00CREATION: Remember, man, that thou art dust ...<div style="text-align: center;">
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[... in this meditation I am using as my starting-point the Creation of Man, and the incident<br />
which follows on it with such pitiable rapidity, the Fall of Man. I would just remind you of the<br />
verse in which Adam’s creation is described: “The Lord God formed man out of the slime of the<br />
earth, and breathed into his face the breath of life, and man became a living soul”. Let us look,<br />
first of all, at that side of the picture which humiliates us, which puts us in our place. The Lord<br />
God formed man out of the slime of the earth – I don’t think that means we are necessarily<br />
bound to regard the human race, so far as its bodily composition is concerned, as a special<br />
creation; after all, it does not appear to have been a creation <i>ex nihilo</i>. And certainly we are not<br />
meant to draw any conclusions about the exact chemical composition of the flesh we wear. What<br />
this verse does emphasize is the fact that man, on the one side of his nature, is a material being;<br />
is akin, not merely to beasts and birds, but to the lifeless clay under his feet. We are matter, we<br />
are potentiality; we change, as the years go past, every particle of the material tissue in our<br />
bodies; and when we die, we rot in the ground.<br />
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So it does not worry us, when angry materialists tell us that we all came from a monkey;<br />
“Monkey?” we say; “why, I was made out of the slime of the earth.” And, for fear we should be<br />
in danger of forgetting our origin, the priest who celebrates the community Mass on Ash<br />
Wednesday is directed to say to us on that occasion, <i>Memento, homo, quia pulvis es, et in </i><br />
<i>pulverem reverteris</i>. <i>Pulvis es</i>, we are slime of the earth, clay of God’s fashioning; we did not<br />
make ourselves, he made us; his rights over us are absolute, to make, to break, to remake. <i>Pulvis </i><br />
<i>es</i>, we are not like the angels, who, though created beings, are yet creatures of unalloyed and<br />
unconfined spirit; we have gross animal bodies, with gross animal needs. <i>Et in pulverem </i><br />
<i>reverteris</i>, the day will come when this body of ours, so delicately fashioned, so exquisitely<br />
proportioned, will decay like dead leaves or fungus, and pass into the general stock-pot of inert matter.<i> Et in pulverem reverteris</i>, the proudest of our civilizations may be buried, years hence,<br />
like Babylon or Carthage, beneath the drifting sand. No echo of vanity in our hearts but may be<br />
silenced by that terrible formula, <i>Pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris.</i><br />
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from 'A Retreat For Priests', by Ronald Knox<br />
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<a href="http://ronaldknoxsociety.com/CREATION.pdf">READ</a> the entire chapter in PDF.<br />
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Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-14528385907328602242014-02-28T08:10:00.000-08:002014-02-28T08:10:11.704-08:00LENT WITH RONALD KNOX<b>The Modern Distaste for Religion</b><br />
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In a too crowded age--I refer, not to the multiplication of mortal lives, but to the multiplicity of human interests--it is an uneasy business to estimate tendencies or to prophesy developments. So many agitators, publicists, and quack physicians, each with his own platform and his own audience, din into our ears the importance of a thousand rival or unconnected movements, so ruled by chance is the sub-editor's preference for this or that head-line, the loyalty of the public towards the catchwords it favoured yesterday, that a wise man might well ask to be excused the task of pronouncing upon the chaos, or of guessing the outcome. Last century, for instance, one thing seemed luminously clear, that Liberalism was advancing, and was bound to advance, in a constant ratio of progress. Does Europe, does England, ratify that opinion now? And if there has been a reaction, is the defeat final or temporary? Which of the modern movements are genuine currents, which the backwash of a flood? Which of our modern evils are symptoms, and which are organic diseases? Which of our modern results are the true offspring of an age, which are sports and freaks of history? Historians of to-morrow, excuse our frantic guess-work in your clearer vision.<br />
Amidst the tangle, one strand seems to define itself-- within the last hundred years, within the last fifty years, within the last twenty-five years, the force of religion, as a factor in English public life, has steadily and visibly declined. I do not mean that a careless and external diagnosis would detect the change. Within the last few years we have seen, perhaps, a greater output of religious discussion in public print than any age since the Reformation. But this itch for religious discussion, which is peculiarly British, is not really an encouraging symptom. Men do not talk about their health when their health is strongest; a nation does not talk about its religion when its religion is flourishing. Statistics, it is true, may be misleading, but they are the thermometer of change. And any statistical comparison I have ever undertaken, or seen undertaken, seems to yield the same result--namely, that the area of lives visibly affected by habits of religion shrinks from decade to decade, and almost from year to year. To take an instance at random--Trollope, in his "Vicar of Bullhampton" ( published in 1870), writes of a London population "not a fourth of whom attend divine service." Is it not the impression most of us would record, after a Sunday morning spent in the metropolis, that to-day we should have to write "a tenth" instead of "a fourth"?<br />
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OR simply go to our <a href="http://ronaldknoxsociety.com/">website</a> and click on any of the titles or images of the many books available via Amazon, Ignatius Press or others.Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-70449799331189784802014-01-03T22:09:00.001-08:002014-01-03T22:09:37.671-08:00New Year's Resolutions<br />
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<span style="text-align: right;">If one of your New Year's resolutions is to read the Holy Bible, then consider the following:</span></div>
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<a href="http://www.newadvent.org/bible/gen001.htm">New Advent</a> has the entire Knox Bible online.</div>
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<a href="http://www.baroniuspress.com/book.php?wid=56&bid=60#tab=tab-1">Baronius Press</a> recently published a beautiful edition of the Knox Bible.</div>
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Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-32218054408085758652013-12-27T09:19:00.000-08:002013-12-27T09:19:03.680-08:00MERRY CHRISTMAS!<br />
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We wish all our readers a blessed Christmastide!<br />
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<br />Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-5392545680788951662013-12-05T19:12:00.000-08:002013-12-05T19:12:12.707-08:00ROUSE UP!Carl Olsen, at the Catholic World Report blog, has a thoughtful post entitled '<a href="http://www.catholicworldreport.com/Blog/2752/advent_and_the_apocalypse.aspx#.UqE5ksSniSo">Advent and the Apocalypse</a>' in which he quotes Ronald Knox. Go there to read his piece and then return to read the meditation which he quotes.<br />
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<b>Rouse Up!</b><br />
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We live in an impenitent age; fearing, in our nervous moments, as the result of human negligence, the same sort of world-catastrophe which our ancestors hoped for as the proof of divine omnipotence. And still, because the enthusiasts have so often cried "Wolf", we think of the Second Coming as a contingency fortunately remote. As we listen to the prayers of the Advent liturgy, we have to force ourselves into an artificial frame of mind; to associate ourselves, by a pious exercise of the imagination, with the hopes of an earlier Christendom. We want Our Lord to come, but not just yet.<br />
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I am not suggesting that this is an ideal attitude, only that it is a common one. But, whatever we make of certain incalculable probabilities, it is surely important that we should not miss the drama of the season. It is a drama of divine patience, and of human impatience. On the Sunday before Advent, and on three of the Sundays in Advent, the collect begins with the word<i> Excita</i>, "Rouse up." But with a difference: twice we ask God to rouse up his power and interfere, somehow, in the course of world affairs; why does he behave as if he had gone to sleep? (Remember Our Lord, asleep on the boat; "Master, art thou unconcerned? We are sinking.") Twice we ask God to rouse <i>us</i> up; to awaken us from the heavy sleep which makes us go slack and take things for granted. (Remember St. Peter, asleep in the garden; "Simon, art thou sleeping? Hadst thou not strength enough to watch even for an hour?") The drama of Advent is that when we see everything going wrong with the world, we are tempted to be indifferent about it all. And we ask one of two things; either that God will "wake up" and do something about it; or that he will wake us up, and give us grace to watch in Gethsemane, with heavy eyelids.<br />
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To shrug your shoulders and hold no briefs means that you get more comfort, perhaps, out of life; but less excitement.<br />
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From 'Lightning Meditations', Sheed & Ward, 1959Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-29127486436075003532013-11-19T19:05:00.000-08:002013-11-20T06:09:28.895-08:00TOASTING KNOX<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Tim McCormick, </b>S.T.B., is the author of the <a href="http://www.catholicbiblesblog.com/">Catholic Bibles</a> blog and an admirer of Msgr. Knox and his writings. Every Sunday he posts a comparison of one of the Lectionary readings with Msgr. Knox's translation, entitled 'Sunday Knox'. Knox's Bible translation, other writings and all things Knoxian come up for discussion on a regular basis.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.catholicbiblesblog.com/2013/10/toasting-knox.html">Here</a> is a post of particular interest, taken from the archives of The Tablet. It is the transcript of the toast given by Cardinal Griffin, at a banquet held in Knox's honor in 1955, and Msgr.'s reply.<br /><br />Excerpts:<br /><br /><b>Cardinal Griffin</b>: "The first appearance of his translation of the New Testament was awaited eagerly. It found its critics and it found its admirers, but the only point on which there was universal agreement was that here for the first time were the epistles of St. Paul in understandable form."<br /><br /><b>Msgr. Knox</b>: "The book which has coalesced today into a single volume has come to be known, not by my wish, as the Knox Bible. Such a phrase dazzles you, for a moment, with a hint of immortality ; but a little reflection will convince you that there is no immortality about lending your name to a product. Become a household Word, and you are speedily forgotten. What housewife ever wastes a thought on the memory of President Hoover ? What traveller even recalls the existence of George Mortimer Pullman ? In what refreshment-room will you find a portrait of the fourth Earl of Sandwich ? The Knox Bible has become a mere name ; already, several years back, a Downside boy, doing a history paper on the sixteenth century, informed the examiner that 'John Knox was a cruel Protestant ; he wrote a book we have today, the Knox Bible.' </span>Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786887184855384596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922084631135510535.post-19377577321319834092013-11-06T12:54:00.000-08:002013-11-06T13:51:56.692-08:00IGNATIUS PRESS AT SEA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVG5xfowwESUPvtnuJuFuC1xwoNt-k3gKLjItvyFxNEMPJkTUptLUHhgk0vB6_dXYF_13kJK-7garaJ7xnnsRRpuJG6TftRmVDCTH-u5Mu_s9FmlQfzv29z5ccYt9xDi4Y3COSI5MChlH2/s1600/Ignatius+Press+at+Sea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVG5xfowwESUPvtnuJuFuC1xwoNt-k3gKLjItvyFxNEMPJkTUptLUHhgk0vB6_dXYF_13kJK-7garaJ7xnnsRRpuJG6TftRmVDCTH-u5Mu_s9FmlQfzv29z5ccYt9xDi4Y3COSI5MChlH2/s400/Ignatius+Press+at+Sea.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My wonderful husband, Gene, and I were recently privileged to spend a week on land and at sea with Mark Brumley and many of the great folks from Ignatius Press. We traveled on pilgrimage in the footsteps of St. Paul. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We also traveled in the footsteps of Ronald Knox who, in 1930, delivered this lecture, <a href="http://ronaldknoxsociety.com/THE%20GREEKS%20AT%20SEA%20(1).pdf">The Greeks At Sea</a>, on board a cruise ship in the Aegean Sea. </span></div>
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