Tuesday 29 June 2010

Work in Progress

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Anyone who knows anything about poetry, knows, that a poem is never finished. And here is a case in point.

When I first published In Praise of the "Off" Switch, I had reservations. The metaphors were mixed, with the words "sizzling" and "waves" having more to do with electronics or microwaves, than the idea of drowning from a lack of inspiration. And the "antics of the birds" seemed artificial, and out of place. (Unless of course the "Off" switch was in the garden or I had caged birds in the house), something that the reader could speculate about. Ideas that didn't sit with the later metaphor of the fisherman, committed, laboriously searching for bait. What I knew I wanted, and knew I hadn't achieved, was to sustain the theme: In Praise of the "Off" Switch against the backdrop of the natural elements, and the refusal to accept ones fate, (however inadequate one might feel), as inevitable. So while, in the meantime, a lot has been going on in my life, this unease has been ticking over in my head.

So here are two versions of the same poem: the new and the original. And whose to say, as I look after our summer students and do all the other things that I need to do, that there won't be a third. You might like to comment, or suggest your own alternative. And if nothing else, this is a concession to the fact that I don't keep a record of the process of composition.

[Yesterday while returning from a visit to Barnsdale Gardens, 7th of July, it crossed my mind that this poem woulod be better without the title, that takes from the element of surprise at the end. So in future it will be known by the first line. Proof again, if it were needed, that a poem is never finished.]

   It's time to write a sonnet in your praise:
(I've fought against the current now for days),
And when my head is flound'ring in the waves
I loose control, and grasp at what I crave.
   And in that moment - I am lost for words,
Oblivious to the flight-paths of the birds,
For I am breathless: speechless at my craft;
A poet without words is simply daft.
   But poets do not give themselves to death,
No matter how they grieve or are bereft.
Knee deep in silt, and filt'ring like a sieve
They find the limpets - words by which they live.
      "My friend! Marconi! You are not to blame,
      That I should reach for the, "Off" switch, again."

© Cormac McCloskey
29th  June 2010
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In Praise of the "Off" Switch

   It's time to write a sonnet in your praise:
(I've grappled with the subject now for days),
For when my head is sizzling in the waves
I loose control, and grasp at what I crave.
   And in that silence - I am lost for words,
Oblivious to the antics of the birds,
For I stand neutered: speechless at my craft;
A poet without words is simply daft.
   But poets do not give themselves to death,
No matter how they grieve or are bereft.
Knee deep in silt, and filt'ring like a sieve
They find the limpets - words by which they live.
      "My friend! Marconi! You are not to blame,
      That I should reach for the, "Off" switch, again."

© Cormac McCloskey

2nd-3rd June 2010

Thursday 24 June 2010

In Praise of the "Off" switch

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For some time now I have been musing on the subject of the "Off" switch:, and wondering if I could write a poem about it. But the challenge lay in going from something to nothing, (from that moment of intrusive noise, to silence), and knowing how to give expression to the experience.

In the first instance it may have been a broadcast that I wanted to hear and I simply had enough. Or there again, I had become aware of a noise in the background, (the left over's from someone else's listening), and I wanted rid of it, either because I wasn't interested, or having lent an ear, decided that it was so much twaddle.

But recognising also the profound nature of a technology, that can bring pleasure as well as pain, I have long had a fascination for the ease with which this same sophisticated broadcasting technology, makes it possible for us to abandon the process at will, to say nothing of that "Off" switch, that all of us carry around in our head.

Well, as is often the case, while I have been working on one thing I have been thinking about another; and that is what has happened here. While occupied in the laborious task of compiling an index of Chinese poetry, in translation! (work that spans some three thousand years), I have found temporary relief, (or should it be release), in shaping the poem that I have been thinking about for so long:



   In Praise of the "Off" Switch

   It's time to write a sonnet in your praise:
(I've grappled with the subject now for days),
For when my head is sizzling in the waves
I loose control, and grasp at what I crave.
   And in that silence - I am lost for words,
Oblivious to the antics of the birds,
For I stand neutered: speechless at my craft;
A poet without words is simply daft.
   But poets do not give themselves to death,
No matter how they grieve or are bereft.
Knee deep in silt, and filt'ring like a sieve
They find the limpets - words by which they live.
      "My friend! Marconi! You are not to blame,
      That I should reach for the, "Off" switch, again."


Cormac
2nd-3rd June 2010
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© Cormac McCloskey

Note: This blog, "In Praise of the "Off" Switch", was first published on Windows Live Spaces, by me, on 7th June 2010

Happiness

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My mother had a saying that has just come to mind: "Little amuses the innocent and fools seldom differ", and another that I am not sure has any relevance in the present situation: "When the head's gone, all's gone." Be that as it may, I am very happy, for it is "the morning after the night before" when I had the good sense to go to bed and wait until the morning for the General Election results. Sometimes I waken in the night, twiddle the knobs on the radio, and listen to, "UP All Night" on BBC Radio 5 Live. But last night I was, "as good as gold" (another of my mother's sayings), and each time I awoke, a deep breath was all that it took to induce a state of unconsciousness. But at half-past six, wha! we were still heading for a hung Parliament.

Now the use of the word "still" is a give-away, for when the polling stations closed at 10 pm, and before going to bed, I sat in the living-room with Jenny and waited for the Exit Poll prediction: that sample of one in ten people who had cast their vote, and whose voting pattern would point to the likely outcome of the elections. So before I went to bed, I knew of the prediction that we would have a "hung parliament" in which the Conservatives would have the greater number of seats; and surprise, surprise, the Liberal Democrats, (from whom so much had been expected given their leaders success in the televised debates), losing seats. Well it wasn't the prospect of success for the Conservative that sent me to bed, but the fact that I was not prepared to wait for the first result to be declared. It was expected in about two hours time, so I would have had to sit there watching the various presenters playing with their graphs, and listen to politicians speculate and state the obvious on their own behalf. Which highlights one of many problems associated with the broadcast media. They could safely have started the election broadcast an hour and a half later, but they were so desperate to be first with the news, even when there was in effect, no news, that they had to begin the moment the polling stations closed.

Well if I was in happy mode getting out of bed I am even happier now, and in my excitement I am not sure that I have got the capacity to put the reasons in order of priority, but, "for better or for worse" I will try.

The Televised Debates: For the first time ever in this election we had head-to-head televised debates (3 of them) between the principal party leaders: Gordon Brown as Prime Minister, David Cameron as leader of the Conservatives, and Nick Clegg for the Liberal Democrats. Though I choose not to watch these debates, I was aware of the buzz that they created in the media, and of the fact that they were no sooner over than the broadcasters were clambering over one another to ask, and answer the question, "Who won?" It was generally agreed that overall, Nick Clegg came out on top, with David Cameron doing well, but not quite as well as was expected; and Gordon Brown doing as well as expected, which was why he came third. But interestingly, when it came to the "phone-ins", according to those who were in the audience for the debates, Gordon Brown came across better in the flesh, than on television.

Well the question that I put to Jenny this morning was, as to whether or not she agreed with me that the TV debates, for all the hype that surrounded them, turned out to be of no consequence, because the Liberal Democrats did not do as well as was expected from these broadcasts? And this was not an easy question, because for the first time in her life Jenny had abandoned the Labour Party in favour of the Liberal Democrats. Well in broad terms her view was, that while the debates gave the Liberal Democrats a higher public profile than otherwise would have been the case, they did focus the public mind on their policies, in particular Clegg's idea of offering an amnesty to illegal immigrants, something that probably did not play well with the electorate. She may be right? But, in respect of the Clegg mania, I am happy, not just because I despise the frenzied asking of the question, "Who won?", but because the election result suggests that it was substance rather than celebrity that triumphed in the end.

The Failure of the Conservative Party to Win: For reasons that will become clear later, I have never been a fan of Gordon Brown, and given that the Labour Party has been in power for 13 years and has had to take much of the flack for the current economic crisis, the Conservatives, who until comparatively recently had a 20 per cent lead in the opinion polls, should have swept the Labour Party out of sight. Instead, and though they are the largest single party in Parliament, on their own, they can not form a majority government. Further evidence if you like, that the public came out to vote in thoughtful mood. And the message, as one political commentator put it, is, that "the public don't want a Labour Party lead by Gordon Brown, nor do they want a Conservative Party lead by David Cameron, that in the present economic crisis, would implement swinging cuts."

And I have a confession to make about my satisfaction at the failure of the Conservatives to secure a parliamentary majority. In my first ever election I voted Conservative, (something that I have always put down to a lack of experience), after which, until this election, I voted Labour. For me, I have never met a man with money, who thought that he had enough, nor have I been able to empathise with those who have so much money, that they need to find a tax haven abroad, from which to invest it. I have preferred instead, a party whose historical roots are in the trades union movement, and in the right of men and women (without influence}, to be heard. Later, I will tell you how I voted, and why it has added to my store of happiness.

The Failure of the Extreme Right, The British National Party or BNP. The most dangerous time for any society is when it is on its knees and people are nursing a sense of grievance, so the situation was ripe for the BNP to exploit the moment and have someone elected to Parliament. Then via the media, they could have continued to flog the notion that they would offer financial inducements to the descendants of immigrants, to return to their ancestral roots, and a lot of other nasty things besides. But their distinct lack of success, speaks volumes for the electorate, and it is yet more proof that they cast their votes in thoughtful mode.

The Failure of UKIP (United Kingdom Independence Party) They are smooth talkers, and they have some justifiable concerns and are not to be compared to the BNP, but they are "little Englanders" who would take the country out of the European Union, in the belief that we could do just fine on our own. There is no acknowledgement in their thinking of the historical and cultural ties that we have with Europe, or of the driving force behind the original idea associated with the European Union, by those who had lived through the Second World War: that never again, would European nations go to war with one another.

Esther Rantzen: Now this is a tricky one, because I don't want to take delight in the misfortune of any individual human being, and especially someone like Esther who stood on an anti-sleaze ticket without the backing of a political party. She is a household name, who came to prominence with her long running TV show "That's Life"; and she is noted also for the fact that she set up Childline, a confidential telephone service for children so that they can report abuse, (and not necessarily sexual abuse). Well when I heard that Esther was standing for election to Parliament I wasn't pleased. I disliked the idea that as a celebrity, she seemed to feel that the nation needed her to deal with sleaze, or put another way, in the light of the expenses scandal, to clean up politics. But I also disliked the idea of her standing for Parliament, (for reasons of personal prejudice). I have long had misgiving about Childline, (not the idea that children should be protected from abuse), but somehow, the setting up of Childline, it seems to me, has had the unintended consequence of distorting to an unhealthy degree, the balance in the relationship between parents and children.

For me, the relationship between adults and children, starts with the view that children were, and are, (and I include myself in the "were"), little animals, until such time as they are "civilized" by those who have accumulated some experience in life, and know that actions can have consequences. Sadly, there are too many instances of parents who are now afraid to show publicly, a normal and healthy interest in their children. i.e. they have been prevented from taking pictures of their children in school plays, out of fear that they might have an ulterior motive. And we have had the recent and shocking case of a teacher, charged with attempted murder, after he lost control and attacked a pupil who had goaded him by being repeatedly disruptive in class. At his trial, in which he was acquitted of the charge, (he pleaded guilty to inflicting grievous bodily harm), it emerged that it was common for students in the school to try to humiliate teachers, film it on their mobile phones, and then circulate the footage around the school.

Now I am sure that Esther Rantzen never intended any of these things, when setting up Childline, and she would almost certainly contest my view that there is any connection between the two. That said, I would have been more sympathetic towards her lack of success, if she had stood on a ticket calculated to restore the balance in the relationship between parents and children. She should have known better than to fall into the trap of thinking that she was needed to be the mother of all causes. She was defeated by the Labour Party candidate, and lost her deposit, (because she got less than 5 per cent of the votes cast): another reason why, this morning, I feel good about the electorate.

The Green Party: Now because of changes to the electoral boundaries, we are no longer in the Parliamentary Constituency of Norwich North, (See my blog Living in Norwich North), we are now in Broadland with an electoral make up suggesting that it was a safe Conservative seat. So what was I to do. Well I took a long time to decide, though I must say that the process was fairly leisurely. As there was no prospect of a Labour victory in this new constituency, and much talk of tactical voting, I thought of voting for the Liberal Democrats. That was until I though about the implications in the case of a hung parliament. What, in effect would happen to my vote? And when I realised that there was a distinct possibility that it could end up supporting the Conservatives in a coalition government, I decided to go elsewhere. "Who could I give my vote to" I asked, "as a morale booster?" and looking down the list I decided to give it to the Green, (Ecology) Party, who despite having success in local government, had failed to have candidates elected to Parliament. So I was almost beside myself with happiness, when I was able to add to all the other reasons for being happy, the news that the country now has its first Green Party M.P., Caroline Lucas.

Gordon Brown: Gordon Brown does not belong to the television age, nor does he have a good persona, and he is not particularly articulate. And that apart, his political opponents have spared no energy in trying to discredit him. He has been much reviled for allegedly forcing Tony Blair out of office, on the basis of some agreement or other that they had before Tony Blair came to power in 1997. The agreement was that in time Tony Blair would give way to Gordon Brown as Party Leader, as a consequence of which, he would become Prime Minister. And as Prime Minister he was subjected to endless political abuse because he had not been elected to that office. Very conveniently, those who wanted to see the back of him, choose to ignore the historical fact that John Major, (unelected to the office of Prime Minister), succeeded Margaret Thatcher, who, (as Prime Minister), was forced out of office by her party. Tony Blair on the other hand had resigned before Gordon Brown stepped into his shoes.

Well I have always seen Gordon Brown as a political opportunist, a man who could be ruthless if the need arose; and I have written in a previous blog, about his express willingness to make 100,000 Civil Servants redundant, if it meant upstaging the then Conservative Party leader, Michael Howard. But there is something else that I have often wondered about, in respect of the hostility towards him: as to whether or not, in part, the hostility to Gordon Brown has its roots in bigotry: a deep dislike among the English political class, of things Scottish?

As for myself: Well, I could, before much time has passed, and depending on the deals that are done, have the smile wiped from my face, especially if Nick hops into bed with David. But I will have the satisfaction of knowing that I foresaw the possibility, and gave my vote instead to the Greens. But for now I am happy, for we are in uncharted waters, and whatever it was that the Conservatives hoped to do, at the expense of the not so well off, (should they come to power), will, for some time at least, be held in check.

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© Cormac McCloskey

Details of the court case - here
 
Note: This blog, "Happiness" was first published on Windows Live Spaces, by me, on 7th May 2010

Priests: Parrt 2

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HOW IN REETNT TIMES THE CHURCH
ACQUIRED ITS PRIESTS AND THE STRUCTURES
WITHIN WHICH THEY WORK

Now this is the point at which it is worth considering how, in changing times, the Roman Catholic Church has acquired its priests, and the structures within which they work, but before doing so, it is worth stopping to consider the priest in the context of the Catholic family.

What a priest is, discussed previously, helps to account for the considerable emotional investment that many families, and parents or a parent in particular, have in having a son a priest. To have a son a priest, for many parents and family members is to be blessed by God in a special way, and this emotional and social investment is such, that it is not unknown for young men to have become priests, because once embarked on the process, they lacked the moral courage to disappoint those who had this emotional investment in their future lives as priests. And where a young man did have the moral courage to change his mind, (as I know from two cases in point), the sense of disappointment in the parents, was palpable.

As for the structures within which priests live and work, the Church is composed of Diocese: geographical areas presided over by a bishop. i.e. the Diocese of Portsmouth. But in cases where the population density is especially high, these areas are known as Archdiocese, that as the name suggests, are presided over by an Archbishop, who will have one or more auxiliary bishops working with him. Each diocese is divided in to parishes, (small communities) that in the main are served by diocesan priests, that is, priests who have been ordained by the bishop to work in his diocese. But, within a diocese there may be any number of religious orders. Religious orders, (such as the Franciscans or Dominicans), are groups of men who live within the diocese, but whose existence is independent of it, to the extent that they live in community, have their own structures, their own particular spirituality, and rule of life, and leadership. But their existence within the diocese and the work that they do within it, are at the invitation of the bishop. As a consequence, there are two types of priests at work: secular, (diocesan priests), and regular (those who, as members of religious orders follow a rule of life), but, the nature of their priesthood for both these groups is the same. As regards celibacy, there is also a distinction to be made, (the significance of which, in the context of this discussion, will become apparent later). Diocesan priests do not take a vow of celibacy. In keeping with the Church rules, they promise to remain celibate, whereas priests in religious orders take a number of religious vows, one of which is celibacy, and the distinction is important. The priest who takes a vow, surrenders the right to marry in the context of his commitment to Christ in the particular order to which he belongs. The diocesan priest does not, because, being celibate is not an essential requirement of what it is to be a priest. In many instances, and often because there is a shortage of diocesan priests, priests in religious orders, again at the invitation of the bishop, will take charge of parishes, or engage in other forms of pastoral work. This in itself is not a bad thing, but as we will see later, for very human reasons, this division of priests into secular and regular, can be in conflict. What I call, the politics of faith.

Now as to how the Church acquires its priests, brings us to the early twentieth century, when through advances in education and industrial development, the priesthood ceased to be one of a limited number of choices of career. In this new situation, interest in the priesthood declined, and to such an extent that the Church, (The Vatican), in addressing the issue, promoted the opening of "junior seminaries". These were places where boys from the age of eleven would be educated with the expectation that they would become priests in religious orders, while the diocese relied on its supply of priests from Catholic grammar schools. At age eleven, the link with the priesthood among those in the junior seminary, would have been tenuous, but the quid pro quo was, that if the Church didn't get a priest out of the boy, the parent, in return, would get a well educated young man, who would have better prospects in life than otherwise might have been the case.

Now in the case of one junior seminary that I knew of, (but that now no longer exists), it worked like this. In each year there would be an intake of young boys, somewhere between 20 and 24, who would embark on a programme of secondary education with the long-term view that they would be priests. And in a social context what was significant about these junior seminaries was, that they took boys who were knowns as, "Eleven Plus failures": boys who had failed the entrance exams, (state exams), that would have given them access to the Catholic Grammar Schools, with their emphasis on academic achievement and a career. In the junior seminary they lived as boarders, returning home in the school holidays, and to the credit of the priests who taught them, most of these boys finished their schooling with levels of education, comparable to the schools from which they had been excluded. But the end result, in terms of the stated objective, was self-defeating. Over a span of about 13 years, (the number of years that it took to complete the process to ordination), the end result was minimal; in one year the number of those ordained was 3, in the following year 1, in the next year 0 and in the subsequent year 4. So by the law of diminishing returns, it was self-evident that the process was unsustainable. But that apart, the very idea of junior seminaries seemed wrong and for me, a denial of true religious faith: a denial of the nature of the relationship between faith and intelligence. Intelligence that requires us to recognize things for what they are, and to act accordingly. For me, the dozen or so priests who were engaged full time in teaching, should have been returned to the purpose for which they were founded, missionary work, in the course of which, if it was God's will, men of mature age and experience, (at least in comparable numbers), would come forward and express an interest in the priesthood. But when I discussed this with one of the order's priests, his justification for the junior seminary was straightforward: that "the Holy See", (the Vatican), had told them that if they wanted to survive they would have to open a junior seminary. And for this priest, that seemed to be the end of the story. But somewhere in the order's leadership, there was the recognition that this junior seminary was unsustainable. So after considerable effort they succeeded in opening a junior seminary, (also now closed), in a Catholic country, in the hope of counteracting the shortfall. Which brings me to - the church political.

Before they succeeded in opening this new junior seminary, the order met with stiff resistance from the bishops that they approached. Undoubtedly these bishops would have given sound reasons for their decision not to allow the order to become established in their diocese. But the perceived wisdom was, that the bishops interests in keeping the order out, was in maintaining the supply of future priests from within the diocese, for themselves. So in the promotion of the Gospel, the reality was, that vested interests, (on both sides), were in conflict - the church political!

CANON LAW: THE RULES BY WHICH
THE CHURCH IS GOVERNED - AND CONTROL

Now all this activity, the administering of the sacraments, the ordaining of priests, the consecration of bishops, the governing of diocese and religious congregations, appointments, adherence and non adherence to the authentic teachings of the Church, and the government of the Church on a universal basis, are prescribed in codes of church law, otherwise known as Canon Law. And this Canon Law, that in its origin dates back to the first century A.D. has been endorsed and expanded down the centuries. Hierarchical and prescriptive, it has a duel purpose: to preserve by interpretation and guidance, the authentic teachings of Christ, and to hold together the individual church's, (diocese), as an institution that is the visible and unified representation of the presence of Christ on earth. And while the ultimate source for Canon Law is God, the ultimate authority as exercised in the Church, resides with the Pope. Besides being prescriptive, Canon Law relates to every area of Roman Catholic life, as exemplified in the matter of sex and contraception. Based on doctrine and tradition, (and in the context of this blog), these all controlling canons, have resulted in some notable conflicts in the latter part of the twentieth century, between priests and the higher ecclesiastical authorities within the Church. Cases in point are the "worker priest movement" that in the 1940's originated in France, and the "liberation theology" movement as ascribed to priests working in the impoverished and dangerous areas of Latin America. In these movements, priests, drawing on their experience, were seeking to adapt their methods of ministering to souls, to forms of work and spirituality that identified them more closely with the daily realities of people's lives. In France in particular, priests were willing to leave the comfort zone of traditional parish and work alongside dockers and those employed in other industries, but in the end, both movements, (though for different reasons), were effectively suppressed.

From the Church's point of view, it is understandable that it would want to have structures in place, that would help to secure what is known as "the deposit of faith". But somewhere in this desire to be an all controlling influence, in every aspect of life, (organizational as well as doctrinal), it seems to me, lies the explanation for the failure of leadership, (on an alarming scale), to deal effectively with sexual abuse. What is incomprehensible, is not that individual men and women might, at any one point in their lives, fail to live up to their professed ideals, but that people could be known to fail systematically and in a manner that was a betrayal of a sacred trust; and that those who had the responsibility to do something about it, not only lacked the moral fibre to do it but effectively condoned the abuse, by moving offending priests between parishes. Well, in terms of trying to understand what was going on, here is one way of looking at the problem.

CONDITIONING

Those people who have committed themselves to a life of service in the Church, and especially those who have reached high office, have, from their earliest school-days been indoctrinated in respect of a set of beliefs and values that are to do with absolutes, (and indoctrination is not too strong a word): values constantly reinforced by the idea of obedience to the Church (to those in authority within it), an obedience that extends to processes as well as to beliefs. Now imagine that you were a priest, (for there are good priests in plenty), a bishop or a Cardinal confronting the problem of paedophile priests, whatever your moral standpoint, you would by a lifetime of conditioning, instinctively look to the system to provide the solution, rather than taking a level of personal responsibility that would call the system into question. Almost certainly you would feel the full weight of ecclesiastical authority above and beyond you. What a charge: that by your independent actions you might be a cause of scandal, and bring the Church and your fellow priests into disrepute. To be willing to face this charge, you would have to be a man of singular faith and personal courage. If you start life with the Catechism, (which I have written about elsewhere, with affection), and move from there to a junior seminary and into a system that discourages any level of independence of thought, let alone of initiative, in matters clerical, your capacity to think "outside the box" would be greatly reduced. But the explanation is more subtle still, because anyone nominated for high office in the church, is thoroughly vetted for their orthodoxy, in every aspect of church life, before their appointment is confirmed by the "Holy See". And this, without doubt, has been a contributing factor in the failure to act appropriately in the present crisis; and as to why that failure has been widespread.

GUILT BY ASSOCIATION

In the context of guilt by association, at the present time it must be very difficult to be a priest, not only are doubts raised about their personal conduct, but about the usefulness of their vocation. And this guilt by association reaches to the highest level. Recently in the context of child sexual abuse, I came across an article claiming that the particular abuse that the writer was interested in, was known to the Vatican in 1961. By implication, this links the much loved Pope John XXIII with the scandal. It is understandable that people might think, "well he must have known, after all the was Pope." But as I recall from reading his diary: Journal of a Soul, which from the age of 14 he kept over a lifetime, being chaste, was of paramount importance in his spiritual life.

And in parallel Pope John Paul II, is linked to the crisis, by association with the discredited Father Marcial Maciel, founder of The Legion of Christ. This religious order has confirmed that the recent stories that have appeared about him, are true. According to Wikipedia this religious order by 2008, had priests in 22 countries, (763 priests and over 1,300 seminarians, and a lay movement Regnum Christi with 70,000 members. The Legion of Christ, we are told, operates centres of education, "minor seminaries, ["junior seminaries"], seminaries, schools and/or universities in Mexico, Venezuela, Columbia, Chile, Brazil, Ireland, France, Germany, Canada, the United States and the Philippines....."

Well, what has emerged as true, is that Father Maciel was leading a double life. Separate from his work for Christ and the Church, he had accumulated a personal fortune, had a daughter in Spain and three and possibly six children in Latin America. And several men who were seminarians of the order, but who now are in respected professions, have given formal testimony to the Vatican, that while they were seminarians, they were sexually abused by Father Maciel. Well Father Maciel was a man whom Pope John Paul II admired, and whom he asked to accompany him on various visits to Latin America, and on the web you can find a picture of the Pope, obviously infirm, blessing Father Maciel. "Surely", I can hear you say, "he must have known, after all the Church claims that the Pope is infallible! How could he not have known?" I mention infallibility, because this blog is written with the uninitiated in mind, so let me assure you in passing, that the concept of the infallibility of the Pope, has nothing whatever to do with his daily life. He, like you and I, looking up at the sky could decide not to take an umbrella when going for a walk, only to be soaked in the rain. All that seems certain is, that the present Pope, Benedict XVI was made aware of allegations about Father Maciel in 1998, and that as Pope, he took decisive action against him in 2006, but that Maciel died in 2008 before he could be held accountable. Now whether or not this information was passed to Pope John Paul II, I have no means of knowing. It may well have been, at some point, and he may have entrusted it to Cardinal Ratzinger (now Pope Benedict XVI), whose job it was to investigate such claims.

Whatever the truth, one thing is certain, Pope John Paul II was not in the ordinary run of men. Under the Nazi occupation of Poland, he was no longer able to complete his university studies. Instead between 1940-1944 he worked at various jobs, including work in a lime quarry, and chemical plant, while studying clandestinely for the priesthood. And it is accepted as fact, that he risked his personal safety to protect Jews from the Nazis. A brilliant scholar, he became aware with ever increasing conviction after his fathers sudden death, that he was destined to be a priest. And as they say, "the rest is history". And though for me I can say with confidence, that everything about his life is a denial of the idea that he would have condoned or turned a blind eye to sexual abuse by the clergy, the sad truth is, that John Paul II, by virtue of his office as Pope, is (in the widest sense of public consciousness), linked to the current sexual scandal, which brings me back to Father Maciel, and the question of, Who knew what?

WHO KNEW WHAT?

I was enjoying my university graduation dinner in Liverpool, at the age of 53, when someone drew my attention to a priest that I had known years previously, and told me of the unfortunate circumstances of his death. They were such, that for some time he must have been leading a double life. Sad at hearing the news, I spent months racking my brain: searching for something that might have pointed to the circumstances of his life. I knew him well, or so I thought. But no matter how hard I tried, I simply could not find anything that would have pointed to this double life. He was an affable personal man, a pragmatic man who liked to get things done, and who said his prayers etc., and ended his life in a position of some responsibility. In terms of trying to understand what might have gone wrong, and what the choices for him might have been, had he concluded that his priesthood was a mistake, the best I could do was reflect on the seeming impossibility of his situation: the fact that he was the product of a junior seminary, and that he came from a family and a country that would have been in awe of his "vocation" to the priesthood. Where had he to go? I found myself asking, had he wanted to acknowledge the inappropriateness of this double life, and I had no real answer, for at a practical level, the Church was all that he had known as a way of life, (outside of his immediate family), from the age of eleven. And I imagined it as well nigh impossible, in these circumstances, for him to explain his predicament to family and friends.

And much nearer home, a personal story.

In my bachelor days, both myself and a younger brother Brendan were living separately in London, and seeing that Brendan was struggling to cope, I persuaded him to come and live with me. For about ten months we lived successfully together before Brendan had a complete mental breakdown and had to be "sectioned" under the Mental Health Act. (That is, admitted to a psychiatric hospital regardless of his wishes). As it happened, he was in a passive state and not capable of expressing any wish. Now like my priest friend, Brendan was as affable a man as you could have wished to meet: he had an air of optimism about him, and he was liked equally by men and women; and it wasn't in his nature to be wilful. But when the investigation began into the circumstances of his illness, I was taken aback by the extent to which Brendan had a life, (and in particular a circle of friends) that I knew nothing about. Taken aback, because it was not in Brendan's nature to be guarded. But somehow, in his dealings with me, and right up to the point of his collapse, he had compartmentalised his life, (not because he was doing terrible things), but perhaps, because in keeping things from me, he had a sense of having, some control, in a life that was otherwise out of control.

So from my own point of view, (which I extend, in a general way, to the Church), it is entirely plausible that in the present crisis, good people were deceived, and that the wider issues surrounding the sexual abuse, (the reprehensible nature of the abuse accepted), are not necessarily as clear cut as they might seem.

SO, WHAT OF THE FUTURE?

In respect of what the Church is, and the nature of its priesthood, nothing has changed. And there is a sense in which, human frailty is as integral to the fabric of what the church is, as is grace. Or put another way, our sinfulness is the very reason for the Church's existence. Were we saints, we would be somewhere else. And central to this sinfulness, is the crucifixion, death, and resurrection of Christ. And in the context of the crucifixion of Christ, suffering, is integral to the spiritual life of the Church, as it is for the individuals within it, for besides telling us that "the gates of Hades [Hell] will not prevail against it", Christ said this, in the context of his own impending death:

"Then he said to them all, "if any want to become my followers, let them deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me. For those who want to save their life will loose it, and those who loose their life for my sake will save it..."

                                                                    The Gospel of Luke, 9. 23

This message, though in one sense a mystery, in another is simple enough. God incarnate, (in the person of Christ), having taken our sins upon himself in the Crucifixion, invites a response: that we accept that this "daily" going against our lesser inclinations by conforming to His will, as represented in the life of His Church, is the path to union with Him, in holiness of life. And implicit in this daily obedience to His will, is the belief that everything that happens to us, however terrible it might be, has within it, a means of grace. The suffering is not specified, nor are we expected to go looking for it, but the nature of it is clearly implied in the word "daily". And while I don't want to be misunderstood, for I accept that I have no right to speak for the sexually abused: the emotional, psychological and spiritual damage done to victims, has within it, that same potential for spiritual growth when linked to the crucifixion and death of Christ. Something that only really becomes apparent to all of us, as Simone Weil puts it, when we learn to see the world from God's point of view.

Personally, I take encouragement in knowing that God is making His presence felt in the world, above and beyond whatever denomination we might subscribe to, and in the truth, that by that same presence, Christians do not have a monopoly on virtue, which leads me to the inescapable conclusion, that however much we might fail, or however confusing and contradictory a place the world is, (and it is riven with contradictions), God will have His say. And I have witnessed stunning examples from outside the confines of my own Church, of how good has relegated evil to its rightful place.

1) The setting off of a bomb at the cenotaph in Enniskillen in 1987 where people had gathered to remember the dead of two world wars. (A single act worthy of any Nazi). But infinitely more powerful was the account of the indefatigable love of a father and daughter as they lay among the rubble: a love that was rooted in Christ. After Marie's death, (she was 20, and a nurse), her father Gordon Wilson refused to bow the knee to the pedlars of death.

2) And here in England, where we had the example of Colin and Wendy Parry, whose son Tim, age 13, died some days after being grievously wounded by an I. R.A. bomb, set off in Warrington. Colin and Wendy Parry for all their grief, refused to allow the memory of their son Tim, to be defaced, or his family to be destroyed by these pedlars of death. Instead, they wrote a biography, "TIM, An Ordinary Boy", about their son's life, and about the trauma of caring for him in his last days. And they set up a foundation, The Tim Parry Jonathan Ball Foundation for Peace.

And what is truly significant, is, that before the bombs went off in Enniskillen and Warrington, no one had heard of either Gordon Wilson or Colin Parry. Why? Because, until they were confronted with unmitigated evil, they were ordinary men going about their ordinary lives.

3) And if I want to go further afield, I would want to remind you of Aung San Suu Kyi, a woman of singular stature.

4) As for the past, when Christian churches would have been bitter rivals, today, they draw strength from one another, and take inspiration from one another's saints. This is what I think lay behind the dismay at the uncharacteristic remarks of the Archbishop of Canterbury Rowan Williams, about the Catholic Church in Ireland. Many of his own prelates understood that a crisis in one section of the Christian community, has the potential to wound us all, and that what is needed, is mutual support and understanding.

5) And unchanged and unchanging will be the work of Mother Teresa, who left the safety of an established convent to work among the destitute, and who left nuns in saris, to continue her work. This is the same Church that is struggling with the problem of paedophile priests. An Icon of our age, her work and her message has gone beyond the narrow confines of the Roman Catholic Church. Recently we found it in the music of the young Latvian composer, Eriks Esenvalds, a Baptist, who in her memory, (and as commissioned by the Riga Youth Choir Kamer), has written, Pilens okeana (A Drop in the Ocean): the words of Mother Teresa in respect of her work among the destitute.

Now however positive these things are, we are still left with the problem of the Church and its priests. So before I go any further, and if I am to be true to myself, I must acknowledge that the junior seminaries that I have long thought of as indefensible, were capable of producing good priests; that is, men who were committed to their work and who grew in stature as they grew in experience. That said, I must also say that the current public talk of "sin" as being responsible for the current crisis bothers me. Of course, the systematic sexual abuse was sinful, and the inept dealing with the problem may have been sinful also, but with the current emphasis on "sin", my fear is, that the Church might not look at its structures, in particular, how it acquires its priests and prepares them for their ministry in a world that is ever more intrusive. However magnificent the spiritual ideal, the Church does not exist for itself, and in this context, the truth, for me, is, that the insistence on a celibate priesthood in the West, is deeply damaging, and self evidently wrong. And my view has nothing to do with paedophilia, though the option of a married clergy, might greatly ease the problem. In justification for my point of view, I quote this passage from the Gospels:

"One sabbath he was going through the grainfields; and as they made their way his disciples began to pluck heads of grain. The Pharisees said to him, "Look, why are they doing what is not lawful on the sabbath?" And he said to them, "Have you never heard what David did when he and his companions were hungry and in need of food? He entered the house of God, when Ablathar was high priest, and ate the bread of the Presence, which is not lawful for any but the priests to eat, and he gave some to his companions." Then he said to them, "The sabbath was made for humankind, and not humankind for the sabbath...."

                                                            The Gospel of Mark, 2. 23-27

Here, for me, the message is clear: that in terms of God's plan, the Church is there as a servant, to meet the needs of humankind. In this context what the Church needs are priests, whose job it is to help the faithful through the precarious business of life, by making the sacraments available to them. And if I go no further than England, where the Church is in a state of entrenchment, this need is not being met.

Now the only thing that I can say with certainty about a married clergy, is, that they would bring to the Church a new set of issues. But it is not unreasonable to believe that those who arrive married, would bring a greater experience of life, emotional maturity, and a more discerning attitude to those in authority, that does not exist in those young men who have been nurtured in the system. And in opening the door to a married clergy, (as an option for priests), my hope would be that it would result in an increase in numbers and make more readily available, the sacramental life of the Church. As I see it, the Church is never an innovator in such matters, instead, it tends to bow to necessity, and by the time that it does, much that is good, has been lost. And for those of you who, understandably don't know, let me explain that there is nothing in the Churche's view of the nature of priesthood, that prevents diocesan priests from marrying. It is a disciplinary rule that could be relaxed tomorrow, as it has been in the case of married clergy from the Anglican Church who have converted to Catholicism. As for priests in religious orders, the emphasis needs to be on a greater flexibility in terms of age, and consequently maturity, at the point of entry, (something that appears to be beginning to happen), with recruits being accepted up to the age of fifty, (something unheard of forty years ago). And though it is arbitrary, given the ever intrusive world in which we live, and in which future priests will have to work, the mid twenties would seem to be a good starting point, rather than the traditional, straight from school approach? Certainly, from my point of view, there would be more true religious faith in an approach that respects age and experience, rather than trying to capture recruits to the Church at the earliest opportunity. So the question for me is, Has the present leadership in the Church got the capacity to understand that the Church in its priests, does not exist for itself, any more than the sabbath, but for the purpose of bringing help and encouragement to men and women in their uncertain lives?

AND A LAST THOUGHT. JOHN HENRY
(CARDINAL) NEWMAN, 1801-1890

Almost certainly I have gone on for too long, but I want to end on a note that I think is appropriate to the present circumstances. It relates to the story of a priest in the Church of England, (who interestingly, made a conscious choice to remain celibate though he could have married as an Anglican priest), who, after lengthy and distinguished service in the Church of England, in 1845, became a Roman Catholic, a priest, and without having attained high office in the Church, was made a Cardinal by Pope Leo XIII in 1879. To tell this story, at this sensitive time, might appear to be at the expense of the Church of England, but that would be a mistake, and a gross disservice to Cardinal Newman, for whom, the break with the Church of England, was gradual and painful; and who as a Catholic priest was ever grateful for what he had gained from the Anglican tradition. In Apologia Pro Vita Sua, he recalled a religious experience while ill in Sicily in 1832: what he described as an increasing presentment that he would not die, for he had "work to do in England", though he had no idea what this work was. Here in part, is the story as he tells it:

"I got to Castro-Giovanni, and was laid up there for nearly three weeks. Towards the end of May I left for Palermo, taking three days for the journey. Before starting from my inn in the morning of May 26th or 27th, I sat down on my bed, and began to sob violently. My servant, who had acted as my nurse, asked what ailed me. I could only answer him, "I have a work to do in England."

In this state of uncertainty, but wanting to be in obedience to the will of God, on the return journey to England, and still wholly committed to the Anglican Church, John Henry Newman wrote these compelling lines: thoughts that transcend time and circumstance, which is what makes them wholly appropriate to the present moment:

Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom
   Lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home -
   Lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet, I do not ask to see
   The distant scene - one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor pray'd that Thou
   Shouldst lead me on.
I loved to choose and see my path, but now
   Lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
   Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.

So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still
   Will lead me on!
O'er moor and fen, or crag and torrent, till
   The night is gone;
And with the morn those angel faces smile
   Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

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© Cormac McCloskey

(1) Pope Benedict XVI letter to the Catholics of Ireland - here

Margaret Clitherow -link
Code of Cannon Law - website Not for the faint-hearted,
but some sub headings might be of interest.
Worker priests: Wikipedia 1
Liberation theology Wikipedia 2
Journal Of A Soul
Author: Pope John XIII (1958-1963}
Publisher: Geoffrey Chapman 1965 / 2000
ISBN 0 225 66895 5
Simone Weil 1909-1943
Remembrance Day Bombing at Enniskillen
TIM : An Ordinary Boy
Note: Jonathan Ball was a young child age 2 who died
in the same explosion as TIM at Warrington
Authors: Colin & Wendy Parry
Publishers: Hodder & Stoughton 1994
ISBN 0 340 61790 X
Aung San Suu Kyi Wikipedia 3
For the Brotherhood of Man and the Fatherhood of God
(Biography of Mother Teresa of Calcutta)
Author: Kathryn Spink
Publisher: Colour Library International 1981
ISBN 0 906558-55-7
A Drop In The Ocean
By Eriks Esenfalds (b. 1977) Video performance here
Apologia Pro Vita Sua [A Defence of his life]
By John Henry (Cardinal) Newman (1801-1890)
Publisher: Penguin Classics 1997 / 2004
ISBN-13: 978-0-14-43374-6
Lead Kindly Light
From, John Henry Newman:
Prayers, Poems and Meditations
Selected and Introduced by A. N. Wilson
Publisher SPCK 1989 / 2007
ISBN 978-0-281-05973-7

N.B. Since publishing this blog, I have removed the word "Protestant" from the final section on J. H. N. and replaced it with the word Anglican, in keeping with Newman's view as expressed in Apologia Pro Vita Sua. My use of the word Protestant, in context, was too loose a definition: the word used by Mewmam was "Anglican".

Note: This blog, "Priests: Part 2 was first published on Windows Live Spaces, by me, on 30th April 2010

Priests: Part 1

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PREAMBLE

This blog on the subject of Priests, and written in the context of the current sexual abuse scandals, has been written with the uninitiated in mind: those people who are not Roman Catholics, and more especially, those who are not Christians, or who have no religious belief whatever. It is I hope, a thought-provoking piece, that reflects on how such a scandal could have been allowed to happen, by men whose task it was, and is, to promote a Gospel that calls on all of us, to rise above our lesser nature and aspire to holiness of life. And the blog also reflects on how information about the crisis, and attempts to deal with it, are exacerbated by a global media, that in its elements is competitive, and often combative in the presentation of news. Or as I express it more fully in the blog:

".... with this unprecedented global media comes unprecedented exposure, not just to the reprehensible truth about the sexual abuse of children by priests and members of religious orders, but to a deluge of half-truths, ill informed comment, and demands for instant retribution, and instant solutions. And if these are not instantly forthcoming, those who are deemed to be "dragging their feet", must, in some way, be implicated in the scandal."

I did not set out to provide answers, though I have some suggestions of my own towards the end. But if this blog is about anything, then in its broadest context, it is about the inescapable paradox that comes with living in a "global village" as personified in the broadcast media. If we are not to be overwhelmed by this unprecedented access to information, then more than ever, as individuals, we must be discerning; we must not allow ourselves to be lead by the nose, but instead, take personal responsibility, however modest, for shaping the world in which we live, (however difficult or disturbing the issues), and irrespective of whether or not they are to do with religion.

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Note: In using the word Catholic, I am referring specifically to Roman Catholic's. Where the reference is to protestants, I make the distinction clear. And where I reference English history, it is for the purpose of illustrating the general points that I wish to make, rather than to suggest, or imply, that the Roman Catholic Church in England is somehow at the heart of the current sexual scandal. While there have been some issues in respect of individual priests: as to how the problems they presented were dealt with at the time, in context, thankfully, they have been few.

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IN THE BEGINNING

Given the current controversy that is scourging the church in respect of priests, a scandal that is of instant and global interest, I though that I would see if there was something useful that I could say on the subject.

Well the first thing that I must say, as a Roman Catholic, is, that (in broad terms), I am neither shocked nor surprised. Nor am I unduly worried. And lest I am misunderstood, let me quote the words of Christ in respect of Children:

"At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, "Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?" He called a child which he put among them and said, "Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever becomes humble like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Whoever welcomes one such child in my name, welcomes me. If any one of you puts a stumbling block before one of these little ones who believe in me, it would be better for you if a great millstone were fastened around your neck and you were drowned in the depth of the sea."

                                                     The Gospel of Matthew Ch. 18, 1-6

And let me also, in the context of this current controversy, quote the words of Christ in respect His Church, that he addressed to his chosen apostle Peter:

"Now when Jesus came into the district of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, "Who do people say that the Son of Man is?" And they said, "Some say John the Baptist, but others Elijah, and still others Jeremiah or one of the prophets." He said to them, "But who do you say that I am?" Simon Peter answered, "You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God." And Jesus answered him. "Blessed are you, Simon son of Jonah! for flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but my Father in heaven. And I tell you, you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of Hades [hell] will not prevail against it....."

                                                 The Gospel of Matthew Ch 16, 13-18

So in this context it is hardly surprising that we find the prince of darkness attacking the church at its heart. And where is that? In its priests. And Peter, who in time became a priest, was prone to failure, as he was to love. For when Christ, on the eve of his crucifixion and death, foretold that before cock-crow Peter would deny him three times, Peter protested. But when the cock did crow and Peter saw Christ looking at him, and his prophecy fulfilled in himself, we are told that he went out from the courtyard where Christ was being tried, "and wept bitterly." In this instance, Peter was weak rather than sinful: too reliant on his own ability. That said, it was his love for Christ and his commitment to him, that left him with the capacity to weep. And in due course he had insight: for when after the resurrection Christ gave him three opportunities to declare his love, (one for each denial), Peter became impatient at the third time of asking: "Lord", he said, "you know all things, you know that I love you."

So it was not saints but flawed human beings, whom Christ commissioned with the task of preaching, teaching and baptising in His name. And it is this same raw human nature that is staring us in the face when we confront what seems like an endless stream of deviant behaviour by priests and members of religious orders, aided and abetted by men in high places, either because they were weak and lacked the moral courage to do what was right, or because they had a misplaced set of values that sought to avoid scandal, and to protect the institution of the Church, at the expense of those who were being systematically sexually abused.

Now scandal in the Church is not new. What is new, is that in an age of unprecedented access to the broadcast media, this particular scandal has sparked a global public interest, an interest that, (in the short term at least), obscures the message of the gospels. Or as Pope Benedict XVI so starkly expressed it recently, the current scandals: "have obscured the light of the gospels to a degree that not even centuries of persecution succeeded in doing". (1) And with this unprecedented global media comes unprecedented exposure, not just to the reprehensible truth about the sexual abuse of children by priests and members of religious orders, but to a deluge of half-truths, ill informed comment, and demands for instant retribution, and instant solutions. And if these are not instantly forthcoming, those who are deemed to be "dragging their feet", must, in some way, be implicated in the scandal."

CONTRASTING TIMES

Now though I am Irish. because I was educated in England, I am acutely aware of the fact that following the Reformation, the Catholic Church in England, suffered periods of persecution that were every bit as grievous as those inflicted on the Catholic faithful in Ireland. Priests in England were hunted down, tried, executed, and put to death by the most brutal means imaginable. They were "hung, drawn, and quartered": Having first been hanged and while they were still alive, they were cut down and where necessary revived, before their genitalia were cut off, they were disembowelled and beheaded, after which what remained of their bodies was quartered and put on public display. This terrible fate was not unique to priests, but the standard punishment for those found guilty of treason; and in those times, just to be a Catholic priest in England, was to be guilty of treason. Not withstanding this, many lay Catholics risked everything in helping priest to work clandestinely among the faithful, for whom the celebration of Mass was central to their spiritual lives. One such, was Margaret Clitherow.

Born in 1556, Margaret Clitherow, at the age of 15 married a butcher, a widower with two children, and with whom she had three children of her own: Anne, Henry and William. Two or three years later, (and though her husband remained a Protestant), Margaret converted to the Catholic faith, and while helping her husband in his trade, worked clandestinely among the Catholics of York, in support of priests. In the end, and paradoxically, she was betrayed by a child, a Flemish boy staying in her house, who was so terrified of the investigators searching for evidence of the presence of priests, that all it took was the threat of a flogging to persuade him to tell what he knew: that Margaret had been sheltering priests and that Mass had been celebrated in the house. Brought before the justices on a charge of treason, Margaret Clitherow refused to enter a plea, telling her accusers: "I know of no offence whereof I should confess myself guilty." Adding, "Having made no offence, I need no trial." But she had another reason also for not entering a plea, for had she done so, her children would have been forced to testify against her, and if necessary, they would have been tortured to that end. To refuse to enter a plea carried an automatic sentence of death; and as a consequence Margaret was sentenced to be "pressed to death". On the 25th of March 1586 she was taken to the place of execution, stripped, and with a handkerchief tied around her face was laid down with her arms and feet tethered, and with a sharp stone under her spine. A door was then laid along her body and weighted down until her spine was broken and she died. Accounts of her death suggest that on the night before her execution she was deeply traumatised at the prospect, but that on the day itself she went to he death with dignity, and that her last words while being pressed, were: "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Have mercy on me." (2)

Now I have narrated these stories in graphic detail, not from the point of view of a fascination with the macabre, but to help those readers who are not familiar with this epoch in history, to have some sense of a past, that is in stark and shocking contrast with the present, and that in the context of the present scandal, compels me to ask the question: How did we get from there to here?


CHANGE, AND THE PASSAGE OF TIME

The most fundamental difference between then and now, is that time has brought about change and healing. Not least among the changes was the stripping of the Papacy of its temporal power, a change that came with the unification of Italy in 1870. With the surrender of the Papal States what the Church was left with was the Vatican, with its beautiful cathedral and equally impressive buildings: administrative offices for the Church's civil servants. At the local level, and again using England as a practical example, Catholics, (as in most areas of the world) are no longer persecuted by the state. Since the Catholic Emancipation Act of 1832, Catholics in England and elsewhere, have enjoyed the same freedom of worship as other Christians; and this restoration of religious freedom was given formal recognition by the state, with the lawful re-establishment of the Roman Catholic Hierarchy in England and Wales in 1850; a hierarchy that comes under the spiritual leadership of the Pope. Other factors contributing to change have been: population growth, education, mass employment, affluence, ever improving means of travel and communication, all of which have come together to make the world a smaller and more accessible place, to which can be added, multiculturalism at the local level. And much of this transformation, until comparatively recent times, was part of a slow process, and one in terms of institutions and the wider public interest, that was easily managed from a discrete distance. That is no longer the case, and that being so, it has brought into sharp focus the Church as an institution, and in particular, in the context of the present scandal, the processes by which it acquires its priests. But before we get to that, some other considerations.

WHAT DISTINGUISHES THE INSTITUTION OF THE CHURCH
FROM THOSE OF THE STATE

What makes the institution of the Church different from those of the state, is that at its core, it deals with things of the spirit, as distinct from material things, or the things of this world. And while the state may argue about, and modify its values, the values promoted by the Catholic church, are not its own values, but those given to it by Christ, of which it is the custodian, and whose mission it was, and is, to preach, teach, and baptise in Christ's name. And there is no ambiguity in Christ: When Pilate, (the Roman governor) perplexed, asked Jesus why he had been given over to him by the chief priests, he asked: "Are you the King of the Jews?". Jesus replied:

"My kingdom is not from this world. If my kingdom were from this world, my followers would be fighting to keep me from being handed over to the Jews. But as it is, my kingdom is not from here."

T                                                              he Gospel of John 18,33-36



WHAT IT IS TO BE A PRIEST IN THE ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH

So it is in this context of a kingdom that is not of this world, that the Church is the custodian of a set of beliefs and consequent values that are timeless, and that are often at odds with the institutions of the state. And just as frequently, (and for a variety of reasons), they are not understood or accepted by the wider public. And central to this work of the Church are priests. And if you are not a Catholic, it would be very difficult for you to fully understand why priests have been held in such esteem by the faithful, and consequently why, "the fear of scandal" in respect of sexually abusing priests, was so great.

Central to Roman Catholic worship is the belief in transubstantiation: that in the Eucharist (Holy Communion), Christ incarnate, is present both in his humanity and his divinity, which is why the Mass is the central act of worship in the church. And it is this belief that makes the attendance at church much more than a group of believers, people who have come together in Christ's name to sing and pray. So by virtue of his ordination, and the words of consecration in the Mass, the priest, brings about the transformation of the bread and wine, into the body and blood of Christ. It is a living and personal presence in which Christ in his humanity and his divinity is at one with the humanity of the faithful. At this sacred moment of consecration, what changes is the substance, not the essence: the bread is still bread and the wine is still wine. And this belief in transubstantiation distinguishes Catholicism from most Protestant churches. Protestants in general, receive communion with faith and reverence, but not for the same reason as Roman Catholics. They do not believe that Christ is present in the Eucharist, but rather, that they are remembering the Last Supper: that moment on the eve of his crucifixion, when Christ in an upper room in Jerusalem, took bread, broke it, gave it to his disciples, and said to them: "Do this in remembrance of me." (The Gospel of Luke, 22. 19)

SEX AND SIN

There are very human reasons, (apart from the nature of the Church as an institution), as to why the Roman Catholic Church has failed to deal with sexually abusing priests; it is to do with sex per sae. And what leads me to this conclusion is, that many of the priests, bishops and cardinals, who, (for whatever reason), are caught in the present crisis, are the same age as me, and barring a few exceptions, (for there are always exceptions), most of these men, in their teenage years, would have had to live with their sexual awakening in a climate similar to my own. But before I tell you about that experience, I must put it in context.

Sex in the Roman Catholic Church is closely allied to sin, and here's why. The Church believes and teaches, that every human being was, and is, created by God for God, or as the Catechism in my youth put it, "we are made in the image and likeness of God", a likeness that is "chiefly in the soul." So our relationship to God is individual and personal. That said, we were conceived in what is known as "original sin", (a consequence of Adam disobeying God in the Garden of Eden), a sin from which we are released in baptism. After that, we are pilgrims on a journey, aided and supported by the sacraments of the Church: "penance", ("confession" and now the sacrament of reconciliation), along with Communion, are sacraments that are there to sustain us through the highs and lows of very day. "Confirmation", as the name suggests, is the sacrament whereby, (as adults?) we confirm our commitment to Christ, that was first made on our behalf by our god-parents, in infant baptism. And "Matrimony" (marriage). Sacraments for Roman Catholics are specific means of grace instituted by God. So when Catholics marry, through this sacrament, in their commitment to one another, they also commit themselves to Christ; and the command in marriage is, that they should "love one another, as Christ loved his Church." And, in extremis, (in danger of death through sickness), there is the sacrament of "extreme unction", a sacrament often accompanied by confession and communion, where the body, which is sacred, is anointed with a sacred oil (chrism), as a means of helping the repentant soul to prepare for death.

So the Church and the sacraments are there at every step of the way, should we choose to use them, as an aid to holiness of life. And in the context of the current controversy surrounding priests, it is important to make the point that from a Roman Catholic point of view, the sacramental life of the church exists, and is effective as a means of grace, irrespective of the worthiness of the priest who administers it. And this distinction applies also to the Church: The essence of what the Church is, remains unchanged, and unchangeable, however sinful its leadership, or its membership. And that is the case because the authority of the Church, does not come from its members or the Pope, but from the same Christ who appointed Peter, "warts and all" to lead it.

This then is the backdrop to the Roman Catholic belief that sex, as ordained by God, is for the purpose of procreation. And integral to this is the belief that the soul is present from the moment of conception, hence the Churche's well publicised opposition to abortion, and its view on homosexual sex, (as distinct from those who are homosexual). In a Roman Catholic context, abortion is wrong, and for Catholics, sinful, (save in those cases of emergency, where it is not possible for a doctor to save both the mother and the unborn child, and where there are children already - though the doctor's first duty is to try to save both).

Now when I look back over my own life, I am often struck by how little has changed, and sex is a case in point. Here in England, it is widely accepted that most parents do not talk to their teenage children about sex. And surveys also show that many teenagers and adults, looking back, regret their first sexual experience. Frequently it was the result of peer pressure; and they regret also the lack of help and support from their parents. For many parents, the hope is, that the school will do it, that is give the necessary factual and practical information, and that their child, somehow, will emerge into adulthood unscathed. Now if you add to this reticence of parents, (that has nothing to do with religion), the Roman Catholic viewpoint, that sex does not exist for itself, but is inextricably linked to one's spiritual life, sex becomes even more problematic. Linked to the sacred and sin, it has an extra personal dimension: so that if the natural inclinations that come with puberty, are indulged in, sex becomes a matter for the confessional. And here, in the story that I am going to tell you, is what I believe to be a reasonable reflection of how things were in my youth.

When, as a teenager, I got to the point where one half of the world was scary, (the female half), because I was out of my depth with emotions that I couldn't handle, what I most wanted was an adult to talk to; and I knew who it was that I wanted to confide in. But before I could have that conversation, an incident blew up in class relating to sex, (something that I was not involved in). The immediate response of the teacher was stern and inquisitorial, and as I observed it, any notion that I had that I would confide in him, as we say, "went out the window." And the reason why I want to share this personal detail with you, is, because it helps to illustrate the point. The teacher in question was a warm and humane man, who, as well as being respected by us, respected his students, with the result that in the normal course of every day, we had a relationship to one another that was easy. But he was also a devout Catholic, who, when confronted with an issue about which it was not unreasonable of him to be concerned about, showed that he had no inclination to deal sympathetically with people's sexual vulnerability. And in broad terms, this was the general environment, from which, most young men, (exceptions allowed), went on to become priests. They would not have discussed sex with their parents. They would have dealt with the issues as best they could privately. And most of them would not have had any personal and emotional relationships with girls (having been educated in single sex schools), outside their own family. As for their training for the priesthood, (and as I never trained to be a priest), I am making what I believe to be a reasonable assumption based on what I know; that any discussion of sex and sexuality, would have been highly theoretical, that is, in the context of their studies in philosophy and theology, etc. After which, as rookie priests, (all be it supported by a priestly spiritual life), they would have had to bear the burden, not only of their own sexuality, but through the confessional, with the broad range of sexual burdens as carried by others.

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Note: This blog, "Priests:  Part 1", was first published on Windows Live Spaces, by me on 30th April 2010

What's in a dog?

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My Dog


My dog is multilingual
My dog is mathematical
My dog is on top of life,
And doesn't need a sabbatical.

My neighbour was a good neighbour
My neighbour was kind,
But my neighbour - when it came to dogs,
Was blind.

My dog's a hot dog
My dog is feisty
Two Alsations took a bite
And the vet's bill was tasty.

My dog can tell the time
It stands with expectation,
And sits with poise and without a noise
Absorbed - in the chef's creation.

My dog is an ageing dog
The postman isn't sent away;
And there's no greeting at the door:
"I can't be bothered any more!"
My dog is ageing.

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This little piece of poetic nonsense, is as good a place, as any, from which to begin on the subject of dogs; and especially as my first experience of dogs was as a small boy making my way to school. I was walking along Causeway Street, "a very long street for a small boy," (1) when I was attacked by a yappy little dog that came in pursuit of my heels. So afraid was I, that a primeval instinct kicked in; turning and facing it, I barked; and to this day I can still see the little wretch looking at me, confused.

Well though I learned to love dogs from an early age, I was well into middle-age before I had one of my own, in part because the circumstances weren't right. And when they were, and with both of us out at work, (from the dogs point of view), it seemed like a bad idea. But at a time when we were living in a large detached house, in an area where the crime rate was above the norm, we decided that a barking dog would be a good idea. So our first dog was a black Labrador, who, along with her brother was living in a "safe house". And I called her Meg, for the same reason that I took Shakespeare's Sonnets to Sardinia: for I was tapping into my innermost self, to the poetry of John Keats, and in particular recalling his poem: "Old Meg she was a gipsy":

Old Meg she was a gipsy,
   And lived upon the moors,
Her bed it was the brown heath turf,
   And her home was out of doors.

Her apples were swart blackberries,
   Her currants pods o' broom,
Her wine was dew of the wild white rose,
  Her book a churchyard tomb.
                                                etc.

So Meg it was, and we were not long home before we discovered that she couldn't bark. Whatever the nature of the abuse she had suffered, Meg had come to understand that drawing attention to herself was not a good idea - that silence was best. But with time, patience, and encouragement, she recovered her voice, after which, and moved by her gentle nature, we felt guilty about leaving her on her own: so along came Millie.

As far as we know, Millie was conceived in a romantic encounter on a street somewhere in Liverpool. She had, (and still has), the size and shape of a border collie, with what we think are Alsation markings. A feisty dog if ever there was one, her attitude to another dog when passing in the street, once caused a man to remark to his friend, that having Millie on a leash was a bit like having a shark on the end of a fishing line. And that's the point about rescued dogs, you have to accept them as they are, because a dog can't confide in you about the past: about their personal traumas, so they have no alternative but to live with them, - well and truly locked in. So Millie has always been a dog that we have had to keep an eye on: not just in respect of other dogs, but children especially, whose instinct it seems to be, to want to befriend each and every dog. It is not that she would do them serious harm, but she has been known to nip me across the knunkles in moments of anxiety. And a good friend who knows more about dogs than we do, tells us that Millie's gene pool is of a type that makes her one of the most intelligent dogs around. Certainly she likes to take the initiative, and woe betide anyone who tries to befriend her, before she decides, (as is almost always the case), that she does want to be friends.

Now as compared to Meg, I know that I am not painting a pretty picture of Millie. But the truth is that living with Millie has always been a little like having sandpaper strapped to your ankles. But, in her own quirky way Millie is loveable. As a young dog, if we were talking at table, she would poke her nose in, literally, and then go off to her own bowl to eat, not necessarily because she was hungry, but because we, (who after all were members of the pack), were eating. And when the telephone rang she would, (and still does), rush off to answer it, but as we have three phones downstairs, (excluding mobiles), she is never quite sure in which direction to go. And when the bleep sounds on the oven or hob, and if no one is about, she will come in search of an attendant. She understands the command in Spanish, to sit, which is what makes her "multilingual"; and she is good at sums, which is what makes her "mathematical". For recently I tried an experiment. Instead of giving her two "munchy strips" (simultaneously) after her walk, which she ate as one. I gave her one, only to find her following me around the house until I had made up the shortfall. And if you could see her leaping up and down the hall and hear her barking madly when it is time for her walk, you would never guess that she is 14. And she knows that I am her best friend, for at moments like these, I am forever telling her that she is just, "a stupid dog!"

Well the dogs were not long settled when a letter arrived in the post. It was from the family next door on the left, and it was a complaint about the dogs in general, and Millie in particular. Up to this they had been the best of neighbours: their children had earned pocket-money babysitting, and the parents, (lets call them Bob and Phillis), on more than one occasion had been to dinner. What was bothering Phillis, who worked part time, was that she could no longer enjoy the garden because Millie, in our absence, was forever barking at her through the hedge. From the letter it was clear that they had tried to involve the local authority, on the grounds of nuisance and neglect, and there was a clear implication in the letter, that our neighbour on the opposite side, was in support of their point of view.

Well shocked as we were by this broadside, it didn't take us long to spot the chink in their armour: the fact that the local authority had not advised us of the complaint, still less asked to visit, to see what arrangements we had in place for the dogs in our absence. So we were confident that they were not persuaded of the merits of the case that our neighbours were trying to make. And more absurd still, was the idea that our neighbours on the opposit side were in agreement with their point of view. Not only had they not complained, but in the five years before Meg and Millie came to stay, their own yappy little dog was forever barking at us through the fence, about which we never thought to complain. But as Bob and Phillis had always been good neighbours, we were keen to see if we could find a solution. So while Jenny sought advice from the vet, I bought and read, "The Dog's Mind", from which, I devised a scheme of exercises that would help Millie to think of our neighbours as friends. But, as Phillis, (for whom Bob was a mouthpiece), would not cooperate, I was left with no choice but to call and deliver the news to Phillis in person: that the dogs were staying; and in view of some of the additional things that had been said, to remind Phillis of aspects of her own behaviour, that from a neighbourly point of view, were truly selfish, and about which we had not complained: of the bonfires that she would frequently light in the garden: without warning, irrespective of the time of day, of which way the wind was blowing, or as to whether or not we had washing on the line or windows open. So in the end this dispute proved to be a sad parting of the ways, in respect of a family who, until we acquired the dogs, had always been good neighbours. But thinking about it afterwards, we were reminded of something that we had all but forgotten. When we first viewed the house, and enquired of the ownerers about the neighbours, (in a general way), in passing, they mentioned that there had been an issue with regard to this particular neighbour and their dogs. But as we didn't have a dog and had no expectation that we would have one, we did not see this particular difficulty as significant.

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Now stepping back in time, for a moment, it is possible that the most celebrated dog in history is, "The Dog in the Manger", since Aesop's account of this dog's bad behaviour has been around since the fifth century B.C. And the most intriguing is surely Robert Burns's account of the "Twa Dogs". Inspired by Burns's friendship with the young aristocrat, Lord Daer, the poem, a political satire, tells the story of a chance encounter between two dogs, who, meeting in a field and sitting down, spend the afternoon discussing their respective lifestyles. The dogs are Caesar and Luath. As the name suggests, Caesar is an aristocratic dog, while Luath, was, and in the poem is, "a ploughman's collie". It is a long poem in dialect, and for that reason many would find it difficult, but this, the preamble to the twa dog's conversation, sets the tone; and it is worth noting that Caesar's qualities mirror those that Burns saw and admired in Lord Daer, as does Luath's personality mirror the character of Burns:

"Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle,
That bears the name o' auld King Coil,
Upon a bonnie day in June
When wearin' thro' the afternoon,
Twa dogs, that were na thrang at hame                 not busy at home
Forgather'd ance upon a time.                              once
   The first I'll name, they ca'd him Caesar,            called
Was Kepit for His Honour's pleasure:                    kept
His hair, his size, his mouth, his lugs,                  ears
Show'd he was nane o' Scotland's dogs;               not
But whalpet some place far abriad,                       a puppy
Where sailors gang to fish for cod.                        go
   His locked, lettered, braw brass collar                fine
Show'd him the gentleman an' scholar;
But though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride na pride had he,
But wad hae spent an hour caressin',                  talking frankly
Ev'n wi' a tinkler-gypsy's messin':                        mixed breed
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,                       church, smithy
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,                 No matted dog, so ragged
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,                 would have stood
An' stroan't on stanes an' hillock's wi' him.            ...... , stones
   The tither was a ploughman's collie -                other
A rhyming, ranting, raving billie,                          brother,
Wha for his friend an' comrade had him,
And in his freaks had Luath ca'd him,                  whim, called him
After some dog in Highland Sang,
Was made lang syne--Lord knows how lang.       long since
   He was a gash an' faithfu' tyke,                       bright (wise), dog
as ever lap a Sheugh or dyke.                            trench or fence
His honest, sonsie, baws'nt face                        jolly, white stripede
Aye gat him friends in ilka place;                       every
His breast was white, his touzie back                shaggy
Weel clad wi' coat o' glossy black;
His gawsie tail, wi' upward curl,                          jolly
Hung owre his hurdies wi' a swirl.                       buttocks
   Nae dougt but they were fain o' ither,               fond of each other
And unco pack an' thick thegither;                      unusual pair
Wi social nose whyles snuff'd an snowket;          smelling like a dog
Whyles mice an' moulieworts the howkit;            dug
Whyles scour'd awa' in lang excursion,               searching exploring?
An' worry'd ither in diversion;
Until wi' daffin' weary grown                                larking
Upon a knowe they set them down.                    a knoll
An' there began a lang digression.
About the "lords o' the creation".

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Well Meg, who had a quiet and gentle nature, had a good life until the vet, at my request, ended it. We were moving from one part of the country to another, and it simply wasn't desirable in her state of general decline, to take her with us. As I walked home from work on the day in question, I knew that I would find both dogs resting on the settee in the hall, (a bed that they frequently shared with the cats); and as it was a beautiful day, I was concerned that Meg would want to follow Millie out into the garden, a sign of life not in keeping with her imminent death. But as it happened, she had no wish to leave the settee. And when the vet asked if I would prefer to be elsewhere and I declined the offer, Meg passed from this life to the next in a manner that was as gentle as her nature.

And what prompted this particular blog, is that recently I thought I was seeing in Millie, the first signs of separation anxiety, (a characteristic of ageing). For no obvious reason she would leave her bed in the kitchen and come up the hall, to check, or so it seemed, on my whereabouts, after which she would saunter back to her nest. But now, (and even though there are other signs of aeging), I am not so sure, for she is still up for her walks: five to six miles (10 kilometres) each day; and while walking off the leash between the disused railway embankments, she has the air of a dog that still has some way to go. And who knows, perhaps I have got it all wrong, and what is really going on is, that Millie is looking at me! - and wondering!

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© Cormac McCloskey

(1) "a very long street for a small boy," click here

John Keats, (1795-1821)

"The Dog's Mind"
Author: Bruce Fogel
Publisher: Peleham Books 1990
ISBN 0 7207 1964 X

"The Dog In The Manger"Aesop fables, here

Robert Burns (1759-1796)

Note: This blog, "What's in a dog?" was first published on Windows Live Spaces, by me, on 26th March 2010