07 May 2013

Do You Feel It?

The Rogation Days are upon us (day 2, to be precise) and Ascension Thursday is, ironically enough, on a Thursday.  This coming Thursday, to be exact.

It is a good time to reflect upon something that I have sensed, but upon which I cannot put my finger precisely.  It feels like we are in the doldrums, the calm before the storm, or maybe the dentist's waiting room before a root canal.  Friends have noted it, too, but then there is nothing definite.

A general malaise.

The dramatic announcement that the Holy Father would abdicate his throne... the usual speculation on his successor, made wild by the omnipresence of social media and technology... the surprising choice of Pope Francis... the mixed signals from his early days... the continued tightening of the vise from the secular governments of the world upon the liberty of the Church... the hatred of the worldly being stoked by the elites of what passes for our 'culture'... and the chaos within the Church's own ranks.

Lots of signs, many ominous, but no dramatic action as of yet. You might be feeling that something could happen any minute, and at other times think that things really aren't that different and could go on like this for a hundred years.

Which brings me back to Rogation and Ascension. 

In the traditional Rogation days, in a nod towards the power of God and His natural creation and invoking His mercy, we Catholics implore Him that the fruits of the earth will not fail us.  Falling right before Ascension, where we may naturally but mistakenly feel abandoned when Our Lord leaves to rejoin the Father at His right hand, it seems especially opportune to persevere in prayer.

Faith vivified by hope and charity is necessary.  We are not orphaned.  Christ Himself said that it was "expedient" that He should ascend to the Father. Expedient.  Good for us, efficient, effective.  Why?  Well, to completely answer that would be to know the mind of God, which is not possible.  But we can rely upon the word of the Speaker.  He said it was expedient, because without it the Paraclete would not come:

But I tell you the truth: it is expedient to you that I go. For if I go not, the Paraclete will not come to you: but if I go, I will send him to you. And when he is come, he will convince the world of sin and of justice and of judgment. Of sin: because they believed not in me. And of justice: because I go to the Father: and you shall see me no longer. And of judgment: because the prince of this world is already judged. (John 16: 7-11)

We have certainly received the message of the Paraclete.  No one with their eyes open has yet to be convinced of the sin and justice and judgement. 

God has not abandoned us, and has sent us the Spirit of Truth.  We must rely upon Him in faith, hope and charity.  We must humbly yet confidentally ask Him that the fruits of the earth not fail us.

Rogation and Ascension.

The remedy for malaise is not easy, maybe, but it is clear.  Be patient, hopeful, and await God's time. 

4 comments:

Matthew Rose said...

Mixed fruits? We must be watching different Papacies.

ATW said...

"It feels like we are in the doldrums, the calm before the storm..."

2017 (100 years since Fatima) is right around the corner, yet we delay as did the King of France.

Keep praying those rogation litanies and rosaries.

Long-Skirts said...

THE
LILY

"The martyrs were bound, imprisoned, scourged, racked, burnt, rent, butchered —and they multiplied." (St. Augustine)


NO BURNING, TEARING
SCOURGING SKIN
IT'S PSYCHOLOGICAL
ALL WITHIN.

NO ROTTING FLESH
OR PUTRID BLOOD
IT'S STERILE, CLEAN
NO RANCID CRUD

FOR BUTCHERED
TORTURED, BOUND UP SKINS
REVEALS THE TRUTHS
OF BISHOPS SINS.

THEY WANT IT NICE
THEY WANT IT HUSHED
WITH VEINS OF ICE
GOOD SOULS ARE CRUSHED.

THE SILENT COLD
IS BETTER YET
FROZEN, SOLID
CAN'T BEGET.

FOR MARTYRED BLOOD
REVEALS THE CHURCH
BLIND SOULS SEE TRUTH
AND END THEIR SEARCH.

"WE CAN'T HAVE THAT!"
THE BISHOPS' SAY.
"SO LET'S IGNORE...
THEY'LL GO AWAY.

ENLIGHTENED MEN
DON'T SCOURGE THE SKIN
ENLIGHTENED MEN
KEEP BLOOD WITHIN."

BUT THEY FORGOT...
THE WOMAN BLEEDS
AND MONTHLY MAKES
A BED FOR SEEDS.

WHERE "NICE" AND "HUSHED"
THEY'LL GROW TO MEN
AND SEIZE THE OARS
FROM WRISTS THAT BEND...

ON PETER'S BARK
WHERE BLOOD STILL FLOWS
FROM WOMAN'S WOMB...
THE LILY GROWS!

Jane Chantal said...

Thank you, Timman. You've expressed something that I'd been unable to put my finger on, and said things I've needed to hear.