P!nk and Merton on Personal Individuality

Just like fire burning up the way, if I could light up the world for just one day.  Watch this madness, colorful charade.  No one can be just like me anyway.

We get a name in baptism.  The depths of our souls are stamped, by that holy sacrament, with a supernatural identification which will eternally tell us who we were meant to be.

Baptism gives us a divine vocation to find ourselves in Christ.  It gives us our identity in Christ. Baptism gives us our personal vocation to reproduce in our own lives the life and sufferings and love of Christ in a way unknown to anyone else who has ever lived under the sun.

–Thomas Merton, No Man is an Island, “The Word of the Cross”

Question:  How can you possibly tell me that my becoming myself depends on an obscure rabbi who died during the Roman Empire?

Answer #1:  If not on Him, then who?  Who else has revealed the beauty of God like Jesus of Nazareth?

Answer #2:  Join us sinners who gather around the holy altar, and you’ll see.

Reason #4 P!NK

Have you ever wished for an endless night?
Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight?

Thus far three resounding reasons have been offered here as to why the Oughts did not pass through time like a “Lost Decade.”

(Lord of the Rings movies, Foo Fighters, Pope John Paul II)

Now, let us ponder this:

In order to thunder from heaven with a clap of reverberating pop-music genius, it appears to be necessary to have a one-syllable nom de plume that begins with P.

“What part of party don’t you understand?”

Look, she rocks. I don’t care that she throws around f-bombs like petunias at a Jessica-Lange garden party. I don’t care that she takes stupid, predictable pot-shots at Holy Church in her videos. I don’t care that she writes self-righteous letters for dumb, trendy causes. And I don’t even like “Don’t Let Me Get Me.”

But she enchants like a siren.

“Glitter in the Air,” “Raise Your Glass,” and “Sober.” “Who Knew?” and “So What?” “Just Like a Pill” and “Please Don’t Leave Me.” Are you kidding me? One poke-me-cause-Im-dreaming work of excellence after another.

If I could get away with it, I would sing the chorus of “F**king Perfect” to everyone. I cry every time I hear it.

I am not ashamed to admit that I love P!nk and wish her happiness with her newborn baby girl.

Temple of Silence

Woe to you who build the memorials of the prophets whom your fathers killed…This generation will be charged with their blood, from the blood of Abel to the blood of Zechariah who died between the altar and the temple building. (Luke 11:47, 51)

pinkHere is a line from a recent hit by a young lady called “Pink:”

“The quiet scares me ’cause it screams the truth.”

Maybe someday Pink will be called “the artist formerly known as Pink.” Apparently, even now, you are actually supposed to spell the name P!nk.

Regardless, she has expressed an important fact: In silence, the Truth speaks.

Tomb of Zechariah, son of Jehoiada, in the Kidron Valley
Tomb of Zechariah, son of Jehoiada, in the Kidron Valley

In the days of old, the Lord’s Temple in Jerusalem was the special sanctuary of truth-speaking silence.

The prophet Jehoaida convinced King Joash to raise money to maintain the Temple and keep it in good repair.

After Jehoiada died, however, the king and his princes forsook true worship and turned to idols.

Jehoida’s son Zechariah tried to call the people back to the Lord:

Why are you transgressing the Lord’s commands, so that you cannot prosper? Because you have abandoned the Lord, He has abandoned you. (II Chronicles 24:20)

For this, the king had Zechariah killed in the Temple court, and his blood stained the stones.

When the Lord Jesus was excoriating the scribes and Pharisees, He reminded them of this cold-blooded murder. Then He went on to say:

Woe to you, scholars of the law! You have taken away the key of knowledge. You yourselves did not enter and you stopped those trying to enter.

What is the key to entering the holy Temple? What do the violent, the self-righteous, and the self-indulgent NOT have–so the door is locked to them?

The key that opens the House of God is humble, attentive silence.