Furthermore…

Over and over I hear the people on the Catholic and Christian radio talk shows “unable to understand” how the folks promulgating the secular relativist point of view can be so uncomprehending of, and unresponsive to, arguments from Natural Law, the dignity and inviolability of all human life, or the desirability of monogamy.

Puh-lease, I want to scream, don’t you know politics when you bump into it? Forget the cogent arguments, forget right and wrong, forget the struggle for a thoughtful, well-tempered life. What’s going on is the exercise of CHOICE, not the narrow, abortion-yes kind of choice, but a wider, ”what is most politically productive?” kind of choice. Who are our friends and supporters, and what do they prefer in this connection? What choices best conform with the other, non-negotiable, positions already in place.

What’s goes is more like marketing than mentation, it’s making all the right moves, running a tight campaign, hewing to a party line, maintaining a relativistic consistency. There’s not much room for choice; prearranged choices are already in place.   

Saturday, July 14th.  

Entrance Song - Revelation 19:7

“Let us rejoice and shout for joy, because the Lord of all things has favored this holy and glorious virgin with His love.

Blessed Lily of the Mohawks, pray for us.

Circumstances find me listening, from time to time, to stuff called music, often described as ‘Christian,’ perhaps as ‘praise & worship.’ There’s very little of this that appeals to me, although I must admit that sometimes a particular voice, tune, or production quality penetrates my aural shield.

One thing I notice is a kind of childishness generously inserted - babyish singsong and whiny wailing, itsy-bitsy voices, and simplistic performances such as might come from five year olds. How come?

Speculation: the kids doing this  have watched their youth get corrupted and stolen from them by the culture of today, and are seizing on musical expression as a way of bringing some of the stolen playfulness and innocence back into their lives, both by listening and performing.

To my ears it may be rhythmic racket; to God it surely is , indeed, Praise & Worship.  That’s what counts.