John 8 + the Bard on Peace

The Quarrel Of Oberon and Titania
The Quarrel of Oberon and Titania by Joseph Patton

Lord Jesus said: Whoever keeps my word will never see death.

So they asked Him, “Who do you make yourself out to be?”

Lord Jesus sounded a little bit like He was calling Himself God. Actually, it sounded a lot like that. “Before Abraham came to be, I am.” Yahweh. God’s ancient name.

They convicted Him of blasphemy. That’s the central drama of the condemnation of the Christ. Who is He?

A true Israelite worships the one God. Same goes for any conscientious, intellectually consistent human being. Honest religion involves: worshiping the one, mysterious, all-powerful God, before Whom we human beings must humble ourselves. To equate ourselves with God? Monstrous.

shakespeareBut the Christ did not blaspheme. He is God. The Apostles preached it. And we worked it all out in the fourth century A.D. Jesus Christ: God from God. Light from Light. True God from true God. Never created by God. Rather, the Creator. Along with the Father and the Holy Spirit.

They convicted the Creator of blasphemy. But herein lies the peace we can find by holding the Christian faith. They condemned Him, because He spoke the truth about Who He is, namely the true God. But then He showed religion more pure, more humble, than any human being has ever shown. The son of the Virgin Mary offered Himself in sacrifice to the Father.

…Now, one thing we had before the virus, and still have during the virus, and will continue to have after the virus: William Shakespeare.

If you know the play A Midsummer Night’s Dream, you know that confusion and devilment disturb the relations of some loving couples. But then the fairy king Oberon resolves to put all to rights. He orders his assistant Robin Puck:

Thou see’st these lovers seek a place to fight.
Hie, therefore, Robin; overcast the night.
...And lead the testy rivals so astray
As one come not within another’s way…
Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye;
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
To take from thence all error with his might,
And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight.
When they next wake, all this derision
Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision.
Then I will my queen’s charm’d eye release
From monster’s view, and all things shall be peace.

…May God give us the peace that surpasses all understanding. For Holy Week. Forever.

Delighting in the Rude Mechanicals

Shakespeare chocked “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” so full of wisdom, one hardly knows where to begin.

E.G.: “The course of true love never did run smooth…”

The best comes when the “hard-handed men” mount the stage for ‘Pyramus and Thisby.’

The master of revels has declared the actors incompetent. The new queen Hippolyta worries that the spectacle will prove embarrassing. But Theseus calms her with these God-like words:

I love not to see wretchedness o’er charged
And duty in his service perishing.

Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing.

He says they can do nothing in this kind.

The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing.
Our sport shall be to take what they mistake:
And what poor duty cannot do, noble respect
Takes it in might, not merit.
Where I have come, great clerks have purposed
To greet me with premeditated welcomes;
Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,
Make periods in the midst of sentences,
Throttle their practised accent in their fears
And in conclusion dumbly have broke off,
Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet,
Out of this silence yet I pick’d a welcome;
And in the modesty of fearful duty
I read as much as from the rattling tongue
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity
In least speak most, to my capacity.

“Never any thing can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.”

The Pope, Oberon, Titania, etc.

…A limerick that may or not have been written by Cardinal McIntyre in St. Peter’s, during one of the sessions of the Second Vatican Council:

We are two thousand Patres in Session
Who feel a great weight of oppression
What with Cardinals talking
And lesser lights squawking,
Thank goodness, the bar’s so refreshing.

…The idea that ill deeds can wreak havoc with ‘the environment’ has been around awhile:

Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck’d up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land
Have every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents:
The ox hath therefore stretch’d his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attain’d a beard;
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrion* flock; [killed by disease]
The nine men’s morris* is fill’d up with mud, [a board game]
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable:
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest:
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound:
And thorough this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems’* thin and icy crown [winter]
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which:
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissension;
We are their parents and original.

(A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act II, Scene 1)

Last week our Holy Father spoke to the German parliament.

He gave the “green movement” credit for re-discovering the natural law:

Positivist reason which recognizes nothing beyond mere functionality resembles a concrete bunker with no windows, being no longer willing to obtain light and air from God’s wide world…The windows must be flung open again; we must see the wide world, the sky and the earth once more and learn to make proper use of all this…The ecological movement realized that something is wrong in our relationship with nature, that matter is not just raw material for us to shape at will, but that the earth has a dignity of it own and that we must follow its directives.

The Pope went on to add:

The importance of ecology is no longer disputed…Yet I would like to underline a point that seems to me to be neglected, today as in the past: there is also an ecology of man. Man too has a nature that he must respect and that he cannot manipulate at will…Man does not create himself.

At this point in the Pope’s speech, the Parliament burst into applause.

…Pass the Rebel Yell, please.

This evening, I intend to suspend my ferocious contempt of ACC football and root like mad for the HOKIES!!!