Monday, December 15, 2008

Sanctity of the Family



FROM THE PASTOR
by Fr. George W. Rutler
October 26, 2008

Although city parishes are not commonly thought of as "family oriented" the way suburban parishes are, and while urban conditions make it costly and difficult to rear children, it is gratifying to welcome a steadily increasing number of families to our parish and to baptize the children of couples married here. Pope Leo XIII called the family "the cradle of civil society" and said that the destiny of states is largely fostered in the circle of family life.

As a reminder of the sanctity of the family as the "little church" or "ecclesiola," last Sunday the Church beatified the parents of St. Thérèse of Lisieux, who was canonized in 1925. Beatification is the last degree before canonization. The ceremony took place in the basilica of Lisieux, according to the preferred practice of Pope Benedict to have the beatification rite in the place where the blessed ones lived. Louis and Zélie Martin were not beatified because their daughter is a famous saint. Their own heroic virtue was attested by a miracle required in the beatification process: In this case, their intercession healed a man's malformed lung. Their earthly lives were outwardly ordinary, typical of a French bourgeois family in the nineteenth century. Louis was a prosperous watchmaker. He had wanted to be a monk, and needed the counsel of a priest to explain the sanctity of fatherhood. They were married in Alençon in 1858 and never ceased exchanging love letters. Five of their nine children joined religious orders. Their daughter, Saint Thérèse, wrote, "The good God gave me a father and a mother more worthy of heaven than of earth." After Zélie's death, Louis worked hard to care for his children with a contagious happiness.

There has been a widespread breakdown of family life in our society, due to many reasons including a loss of a sense of the holiness of marriage, worsened by government policies that threaten family stability. It is widely recognized that welfare programs begun in the 1960s backfired in their attempt to help children. Today this is worsened by civil attempts to redefine marriage against the natural law. Nonetheless, there is a desire on the part of many not to repeat the mistakes of the past. Many young couples have learned the importance of families the hard way, often through the failures of the last generation. In one recent five-year period for which there are statistics, couples with three or more children increased from 11.4% to 18.4%.

It may take a long time to repair to the damage done to society by misguided social engineers who scorned the traditional family, but the Church lives by the vision expressed by Pope Pius XI at a time when a fascist government tried to usurp the role of parents: "The family is more sacred than the state, and men are begotten not for the earth and for time, but for heaven and eternity."

"For it is better to suffer for doing good..." (1 Peter 3:15-17)


FROM THE PASTOR
By Fr. George W. Rutler
October 19, 2008

October 9 was the 50th anniversary of the death of Pope Pius XII. He lived in one of the most tumultuous papal reigns and history is still trying to absorb it. Sometimes the books tell more about the historians than the history. Sham scholars twist the annals to fit their theories. So has it become the case with some historians of Pius XII.

As Vatican Secretary of State, he had condemned the Nazis before a quarter of a million people at Lourdes. Before that, as Nuncio to Germany, he attacked the neo-paganism of National Socialism in almost all of his 44 public speeches. The Universal Shepherd had the care of millions of persecuted Catholics, including the thousands of clergy imprisoned. He sheltered and saved the lives of at least 700,000 Jews, hiding upwards of a tenth of that number right in Rome in 155 religious houses and the Vatican. This had to be done subtly to avoid retaliation, as happened when the Archbishop of Utrecht condemned the deportation of Jews, which only incited a pogrom in which many were killed, including the convert St. Edith Stein. Leaders like Golda Meir thanked him and the Chief Rabbi of Jerusalem wrote: "The people of Israel will never forget what His Holiness and his illustrious delegates, inspired by the eternal principles of religion which form the very foundations of true civilization, are doing for us unfortunate brothers and sisters in the most tragic hour of our history." The Chief Rabbi of Romania said: "The Catholic Church saved more Jewish lives during the war than all other churches, religious institutions and rescue organizations put together. Its record stands in startling contrast to the International Red Cross and the Western democracies." While the U.S. and other allied governments often notoriously rejected refugees, the Vatican forged documents to help thousands of Jews to escape. The mainstream media in the West largely ignored much of this, and Albert Einstein reflected how the media along with the universities and law courts in the 1930s often enabled the horrors: "Only the Church stood squarely across the path of Hitler's campaign for suppressing truth. I never had any special interest in the Church before, but now I feel a great affection and admir­ation because the Church alone has had the courage and persistence to stand for intellectual truth and moral freedom."

Today the media and the universities and the courts once again cooperate with offences against the most innocent life by advocacy of abortion, euthanasia, genetic experimentation, and general contempt for natural law. At this moment the American people are being challenged to decide the course of our society, and once again the Catholic Church is a singular and isolated voice for good. Pius XII's first antecedent said: "Always be ready to give an explanation to anyone who asks you for a reason for your hope, but do it with gentleness and reverence, keeping your conscience clear, so that, when you are maligned, those who defame your good conduct in Christ may themselves be put to shame. For it is better to suffer for doing good, if that be the will of God, than for doing evil" (1 Peter 3:15-17).

Painting: Peter McIntyre, His Holiness Pope Pius XII, c.1943-1944
McIntyre painted the Pope by arrangement of the British Minister to the Vatican, following a request from Lieutenant General Bernard Freyberg. The artist described how -"His face, deeply lined, was one of the most arresting I have seen, with magnificent eyes and a fine Roman nose." (Peter McIntyre: War Artist, 1981)

Church Under Attack

FROM THE PASTOR
By Father George W. Rutler
October 12, 2008

The Holy Eucharist unites each congregation with our fellow believers throughout the world, along with the faithful departed in Purgatory and the saints in Heaven. Thus it is often said that the Catholic Church is too universal to be merely "international." The concerns of local churches in other lands should move us from preoccupation with local matters. The word "parochial" is a good one, referring to the parish as the local family of the Church, but "parochialism" can mean an isolated mentality.

The mainstream media has been poor in covering attacks on the Church. For instance, in Vietnam, where the government has been confiscating Church property and intimidating the faithful. The Archbishop of Hanoi, Joseph Ngo Quang Kiet, is under virtual house arrest, and Prime Minister Nguyen Tan Dung has threatened "extreme actions" against Catholic protesters.

The situation has been even more volatile in the last month in India where small but potent groups of Hindu extremists concentrated in Kandhamal have burned down about 4,500 Christian houses, 100 churches, and 20 other Church institutions, including convents and rectories. An estimated 50,000 Christians have fled into forests or live now in refugee camps or with relatives and friends in outlying areas. The situation is producing martyrs, such as Lalji Nayak in Orissa who refused to renounce the Faith at the point of a knife and died of his injuries a few days later. So far, about 50 have been killed, including a nun who was violated and a father and son who were hacked to death. Institutions founded by Mother Teresa and run by her Missionaries of Charity were set on fire and some of the lepers in their care were blinded by chemicals. The missionaries intend to return as soon as p ossible to care for patients with leprosy and tuberculosis.

Coincident with this, the first female saint of India will be canonized by Pope Benedict XVI this Sunday, October 12. Saint Alphonsa, daughter of Ouseph and Mariam Muttathupandathu, was born in Kottayam in Kerlala and died in 1946 at the age of 36 after many illnesses. India's first saint was Gonsalo Garcia, canonized in 1862. Garcia, who was from Vasai, was born of an Indian mother and Portuguese father in 1556 and was crucified in 1597 in Nagasaki. It is hoped that soon Blessed Teresa of Calcutta will also be raised to the altars. Mother Teresa walked through the streets of our parish more than once, and frequently remarked that the difficulties in her own land were not as bad as the materialism and indifference which afflicts so much of our own society. When we pray for our fellow Christians, we are doing a most concrete and practical thing. And when we contribute money we remember thankfully that part of it regularly goes to help others whose tragic conditions also occasion triumphs of holy religion.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

"Our Lady of Victories"


FROM THE PASTOR
By Father George W. Rutler
October 5, 2008

This Tuesday we remember another October 7, in 1571, when the Battle of Lepanto was fought off the western coast of Greece, the largest naval operation before the Normandy invasion. The Holy League, put together by Pope St. Pius V, had 212 fighting ships with 12,920 sailors and 28,000 soldiers, while the Muslim forces of the Ottoman fleet had 278 war vessels, 13,000 sailors and 34,000 troops. Our world, and our little corner of it in New York, would be unrecognizable today had the outcome of that five-hour battle been reversed. St. Pius made that day a Feast of the Holy Rosary in thanksgiving for Our Lady's intercessions, and added to her titles "Our Lady of Victories."

We are now engaged in a clash of cultures even more widespread, and to reduce it to a mere political or economic paradigm would be to ignore its spiritual significance. Observers have remarked a parallel with the moral test which the Church faced in World War II when Blessed Clemens August Cardinal von Galen of Münster risked his life to preach against the eugenics policies sanctioned in his country. Today bishops are also moved to speak out in defense of life when it is threatened in an unprecedented way. October 4–5 is Respect Life Weekend, and Bishop Joseph F. Martino of Scranton has written a pastoral letter recalling the Church's duty to speak prophetically about our nation's found ational principles. Bishop Martino, whom I knew when we were students in Rome, is a fine historian who did the research for the canonization cause of St. Katherine Drexel. In his letter he quotes his predecessor, Bishop Timlin: "The taking of innocent human life is so heinous, so horribly evil, and so absolutely opposite to the law of Almighty God that abortion must take precedence over every other issue. I repeat. It is the single most important issue confronting not only Catholics, but the entire electorate." Bishop Martino reminds his people that "it is incumbent upon bishops to correct Catholics who are in error regarding these matters. Furthermore, public officials who are Catholic, and who persist in public support for abortion and other intrinsic evils should not partake in or be admitted to the sacrament of Holy Communion."

A writer for U.S. News & World Report has accused the Bishop of Scranton of violating the First Amendment by denying Communion to anyone who publicly contradicts the Church. This turns inside out the Amendment which forbids the government to interfere with the free practice of religion. Blessed Clemens von Galen well knew such stratagems of the media to intimidate the Church. Pope Benedict XVI, a successor of St. Pius V and also a fervent disciple of von Galen, has said: "God is so humble that he uses us to spread his Word." Neither powerful armies nor minor journalists can stop that.

"Bodies—The Exhibition"


FROM THE PASTOR
By Fr. George W. Rutler
September 28, 2008

To bury the dead is one of the seven corporal works of mercy. The human body is to be treated with respect from conception through death. In the general resurrection of the dead, the body will be glorified in a mysterious way in union with the soul. The Church regulates the treatment of the dead (Catechism #2000). Burial of the body is normative, but cremation is permitted, provided that it does not signal disbelief in the resurrection of the body. In a large city, with cemeteries often far removed, it is still desirable that the body of the deceased be brought to the church for the funeral Mass before burial or cremation. Only by exception is a body to be cremated before the funeral and the ashes brought to the Mass. I am occasionally surprised when people are uninformed about these things and make funeral arrangements before c onsulting a priest.

A Manichean concept of the body virtually worships it as an idol in life and then treats it as irrelevant after it has lost its earthly usefulness. Contempt for God leads to contempt for the human body. At the South Street Seaport, there currently is a display of 22 whole bodies and more than 260 additional organs and partial body specimens. "Bodies—The Exhibition" is a version of "Body Worlds," which in recent years has exploited prurience in the name of scientific edification. The corpses are skinned, and the blood replaced with silicon polymers. These plasticized bodies are shown in various poses, sometimes whimsically. Dr. Thomas Hibbs, professor of ethics and culture at Baylor University, has called it pornographic.

The founder of "Body Worlds" is Gunther von Hagens, who invented the "Plastination" method at the University of Heidelberg. He is not culpable for his father having served in the Nazi SS in a perverse age when lampshades were made of human skin. That horrified people then. A generation later, more than 20 million people around the world have paid to view "plastinated corpses" for the thrill of it. Von Hagens moved to China in 1996 where bodies were more easily obtainable, some of them rumored to be the bodies of homeless or mentally ill people or executed prisoners. In 2004, bullet holes were found in two of the exhibited "sculptures." The anonymous bodies on display in Manhattan were taken from the Dalian Medical University in northern China. The New York State legislature this summer passed a bill requiring a declaration of the cause of death of the exhibited remains. Is it possible that if you visited this exhibition, you were looking at a Christian martyr

"Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body" (1 Cor. 6:19-20).

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"What makes us smile should be a hint of heaven..."

FROM THE PASTOR
By Father George W. Rutler
September 21, 2008.

Catholicism has long distinguished itself from Puritanism in its joyful embrace of feasts and recreation. But while Puritanism disdained forms of entertainment basically because they were entertaining, the Church has been cautious of the tendency of entertainment to degrade instead of edify. For a long time, pipe organs which worked by water pressure were banned from the liturgy because they supplied background music for the martyrdoms of Christians in the Colosseum and Circus Maximus.

Politicians have long known how to exploit entertainment. The Lincoln-Douglas debates were highly amusing, with Douglas at five feet four inches matching himself against Lincoln at nearly six feet four inches. Whiskey flowed freely. Douglas orated in deep and sonorous voice in contrast to Lincoln's curiously high tenor. Both were honorable men and took each other and the crowd seriously. Douglas, whose wife and sons were Catholic, resisted the bigotry of the Know Nothing Party and willed his estate for the foundation of the University of Chicago. In their instance entertainment was to good effect.

The Roman satirist Juvenal (A.D. 55-127) knew the dangers of weak-willed people being manipulated by demagogues in exchange for spectacles and mindless celebrity. He marked the decay of republican Rome to the later imperial decadence when the Caesars bought support by offering panem et circenses, lamenting that "the people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions, and all else, now meddle no more and longs eagerly for just two things—bread and circuses."

Ignoring the lesson that should have been learned from the Munich Olympics of 1936, staged to divert the world from the Nazi crimes, the media and business interests recently indulged the Beijing Olympics, expressing minor irritation at reminders that one and half million people had been dispossessed to build the Olympic center, and that political prisoners were suffering while the crowds watched a spectacle that outdid the choreography of Speer. On the closing day of the games, while the medalists were honored, the 73-year-old bishop of Zhengding, Julius Jia Zhiguo, was arrested for leading underground Catholics in celebrating the Feast of the Assumption. He will not be paid millions of dollars to endorse products on television.

Anyone who had not watched television for the last generation would find it hard to believe what passes for entertainment on the screen today: the coarse language and degrading acts and numbing banality. Classical philosophers connected legitimate pleasure with virtue: id quod visum placet, or "that which pleases," does not mean that any amusement is good. It means what pleases a person indicates that person's character. A beautiful soul is drawn to beautiful things, and what makes us smile should be a hint of heaven. Gratification only on the animal level is a glimpse of the opposite. George Bernard Shaw said that hell is a place where the only thing you have to do is amuse yourself.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

For the Record

FROM THE PASTOR
By
Father George W. Rutler
September 14, 2008

On the Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross, the Church rejoices in the mercy of our Lord who suffered such a cruel death for our salvation. Mercy moved Christ to condemn most vigorously those who harm innocent life. Abortion is the defining moral issue of our age, as slavery was in the nineteenth century. In our country, the lives destroyed by abortion each day outnumber all combat deaths in war over the last ten years.

Although the bishops corrected the Speaker of the House of Representatives in her misrepresentation of the Church's teaching on life in the womb, she has persisted in her inaccuracies. On network television on September 7, one of the vice-presidential candidates repeated the same misinformation, even though he has been prevented by his bishop from speaking on church property because of his misstatements. For the record, the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops has published the facts:

1. From earliest times, Christians distanced themselves from pagan cultures by rejecting abortion and infanticide, as is evident in the New Testament, the "Didache" and "Epistle of Barnabas" and regional Church councils. The prophet Jeremiah (1:15) declared of God: "Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you." And the last and greatest of the prophets, John the Baptist, greeted our Lord while still in his mother's womb.

2. While the time of "ensoulment" in the womb was discussed by theologians such as Augustine, often referring to the writing of Aristotle and pre-Christian philosophers who had no knowledge of the existence of the human ovum, all of these theologians affirmed the Church's common conviction that life itself begins at conception and that abortion is gravely wrong at every stage.

3. Penalties for abortion often varied according to the stage of gestation, but abortion has always been seen as a grave moral evil from the moment of conception.

4. Modern genetics has demonstrated that the union of sperm and egg at conception produces a new living being that is distinct from both mother and father. From the mid-nineteenth century, all obsolete distinctions between the "ensouled" and "unensouled" fetus were permanently removed from canon law.

Politicians who relegate the facts of life to the category of religious views rather than natural law, ignore physical science; and they violate the traditional separation of church and state when they twist Christian moral teaching in the civic forum. The Church is patient with ignorance, but not with willful ignorance. Civil and religious leaders are equally accountable to the injunction of the prophet Ezekiel (33:8): "If I tell the wicked, 'O wicked one, you shall surely die,' and you do not speak out to dissuade the wicked from his way, the wicked shall die for his guilt, but I will hold you responsible for his death."

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

On "Ardent Catholics"...

FROM THE PASTOR
By Father George W. Rutler
September 7, 2008

The Roman consul Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus (519-430 B.C.) was a model for our nation's Founding Fathers, who had no concept of a "career politician." Cincinnatus left his plough to serve his people and returned to his farm when his work was done. Today there are many politicians who have had no career except public office. This can tempt them to think that power trumps truth. Recently, Archbishop Chaput said: "Catholic public leaders inconvenienced by the abortion debate tend to take a hard line in talking about the 'separation of Church and state.' But their idea of separation often seems to work one way. In fact, some officials also seem comfortable in the role of theologian. And that warrants some interest, not as a 'political' issue, but as a matter of accuracy and justice."

Politicians who pick and choose the bits of Catholicism useful to their agenda are picturesquely called "Cafeteria Catholics." There are of course moral principles that permit prudential disagreement, as with economic policy, war strategies, and capital punishment. Abortion is different, because its evil is intrinsic. Like Typhoid Mary early in the 20th century, moral cafeterias can spread grave moral danger. It is safer to go with Blessed Mary than Typhoid Mary. But the latter, who infected 47 people, only three of whom died, acted unwittingly. There are public figures who willfully misrepresent Christ, and so they have His rebuke: "You are a hindrance to me; for you are not on the side of God, but of men" (Matt. 16:23). Ignorance is willful when it suppres ses information. At the recent convention of one of our political parties in Denver, Archbishop Chaput was not invited to give an invocation even though he is by far the most prominent religious leader in that area.

The Fourteenth Amendment remarks the difference between a citizen and a person in its refutation of the Dred Scott decision which, like Roe v. Wade, denied the human integrity of a person not vouchsafed the rights of a citizen. The former denied the right to liberty and the latter denied the right to life itself. The Lutheran theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer, who was killed in the Flossenburg Concentration Camp, wrote: "Destruction of the embryo in the mother's womb is a violation of the right to live which God has bestowed on this nascent life. To raise the question whether we are here concerned already with a human being or not is mere ly to confuse the issue. The simple fact is that God certainly intended to create a human being and that this nascent human being has been deliberately deprived of his life. And that is nothing but murder."

If politicians want to campaign as "ardent Catholics" they should believe and act as ardent Catholics. As Archbishop Chaput has said from a pulpit better than any denied to him in the public forum: "If you're Catholic and you disagree with your Church, what do you do? You change your mind."

Monday, September 22, 2008

On George Edward Lynch

George Edward Lynch
1917-2003
by Rev. George W. Rutler
September 15, 2008

Satafi in Mauretania Caesariensi was a town in the western part of modern Algeria, and its chief claim to fame was that it was the birthplace of Marcus Opellius Macrinus who succeeded Caracalla as emperor, albeit for just 14 months. Because the Berbers there eventually were Islamicized, it was ripe as a defunct diocese to become the Titular See of George Edward Lynch (1917-2003) when he was ordained auxiliary bishop of Raleigh, North Carolina, in 1970. He retired 15 years later without having had a diocese of his own, save for that vague, arid African abstraction, but to thousands he was a most convincing specimen of apostolic succession as the vibrant DNA of the Faith.

Born in New York, he assumed that he would be a priest there, but soon enough he was recruited as a missionary in North Carolina, which to most New Yorkers in his time was as exotic as Satafi in Mauretania Caeasariensi. The Archdiocese of New York had an overplus of priests as the Diocese of Raleigh had an underplus, and soon after World War II George Lynch was inviting others to join him as priests where Catholics were rare and often unwelcome. Although he led opposition to racial segregation prudently and without strife, his work for civil rights did not make Catholicism blend into the cultural fabric. In 15 years as auxiliary bishop, he was able to see the fruits of his labor in the coalescence of a New South, and in retirement he was vigorous enough to take up a new cause when he returned to live with his sister in New York.

He latched on to the precedent of Thomas Lynch (no relation), one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence, as a model of the men who would "mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor." I have a copy of his personal transcript of those words, in handwriting as neat and precise as he was in figure and regimen, tall and white-haired with a gentle manner and soft speech more Carolina than Bronx. Over the years of his work with Operation Rescue, he was arrested many times around the United States and abroad, including Russia. The circumstances of his confinement often were harsh, and yet he enjoyed the chance to evangelize men who were imprisoned for less altruistic acts. During a demonstration outside an abortion center in West Hartford, Connecticut, he was severely beaten by policemen who had removed their nameplates and badges.

Gradually all this took a toll on his health, and once during Mass at St. Agnes Church, where I was living, he fainted and returned after resting briefly on a vesting table in the sacristy. A happiness of his later years was celebrating Mass in the older Latin rite, and I do not think he ever excused himself from confirming thousands of young people, making the best use of his free years. From behind the scenes, John Cardinal O'Connor approved and encouraged his self-crafted apostolate in the pro-life movement, and when Bishop Lynch died in his 60th year of priesthood and 33rd as bishop, the cardinal privately remarked only half jokingly when the funeral was over that it might not be too soon to start work on his canonization.

It was during his sabbatical in Rome a few years before his retirement that I got to know him, he celebrating Mass and I preaching in the church of our patron San Giorgio in Velabro. At the time I was most conscious that it had been the titular church of Cardinal Newman, but now I also think of it for Bishop Lynch having offered the Holy Sacrifice there.

No one in that church of St. George had to persuade George Lynch that dragons are real. He dueled with them much of his life. In that letter of his that I have here on my desk, he says that "many who have been penalized by heavy fines, long prison terms, and in various other ways" for protesting against abortions could "say and mean" the pledge made by Thomas Lynch of South Carolina and his 55 fellow signers n 1776, "and I am willing, come what may, to be numbered among them."

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Wednesday, August 27, 2008

On Msgr Richard J. Schuler (1920-2007)

Richard J. Schuler

Rev. George W. Rutler
August 18, 2008

"In the earthly liturgy we take part in a foretaste of that heavenly liturgy which is celebrated in the holy city of Jerusalem toward which we journey as pilgrims. . . . We sing a hymn to the Lord's glory with all the warriors of the heavenly army." The Second Vatican Council's account of empyreal harmony clashes against the sad state of much church music today. Msgr. Richard J. Schuler (1920-2007) said at a liturgical conference in Paris that he was hopeful about music, since it was so bad it could not get any worse. The sounds of the holy city did seem to work its way down from the choir loft of St. Agnes Church, Schuler himself often conducting the orchestra. Whenever youths asked why they had been deprived of the Church's great repertoire, the pastor of that Austrian baroque church in the city of St. Paul indulged no reverie but rather let the music carry the day. Too Catholic to separate intellect and emotion, or to oppose tradition and transition, he presaged the "hermeneutic of continuity" preached by Pope Benedict XVI, whose election he watched liked an aged Simeon. He latterly said, "I have lived too long," but he was glad to have lived long enough to see a pope playing the piano.

Having stayed steady through the fads of one of the Church's most fickle generations, sometimes mocked by Philistines either nostalgic or anarchic, he gave sound to Augustine's "beauty ever ancient, ever new," and did it perhaps even livelier than the great bishop of Hippo who somewhat aridly described music as "the science of melodizing [modulandi] well." Two strains made his cultural harmony, as he was born the grandson of emigrants from Tirol and Baden-Baden and reared in an Irish section of Minneapolis. Otto, the father, had a fine shoe business and saw to it that his son, unlike the proverbial unshod child of a cobbler, should learn piano and flute and never think of music as peripheral to life. The Christian Brothers at De La Salle High School cultivated what Otto and his wife, Minnie, had sown, and he was an accomplished organist by the time he entered the College of St. Thomas in St. Paul. The formation in seminary, which he entered when just 20, was pedantic to his tastes, but he looked on it as a privilege as a world war roared around him. The new priest, ordained two weeks after the bombing of Hiroshima, taught music and history in the preparatory seminary while doing graduate studies at the Eastman School of Music. After studies in Rome on a Fulbright scholarship, he taught in the College of St. Thomas for 14 years and was made a doctor of music history at the University of Minnesota.

By founding the Twin Cities Catholic Chorale, he was able to put theory to practice, innovating the use of classical instruments with the new vernacularism while keeping Latin as the constant reference. As chairman of the Fifth International Church Music Congress in 1996, he began what seemed at the time a losing battle to promote the liturgical intentions of the Ecumenical Council. If the prima donnas of pastiche renewal claimed popular attention, he would make his parish a model of the Council's decrees, and for the rest of his life as pastor of St. Agnes Church he did just that: High Mass in the church, whose interior decor he refurbished and completed along with a bell named Richard added to the peal, was sung with Gregorian chant, and much of the Viennese school. Before preaching there one Sunday, the Mozart setting for the day was explained to me with unaffected eagerness by a small altar boy from the parish's school, whose catechism he preserved from external attempts to change.

Seminarians gathered in the rectory on Tuesdays for his counsel, as witty as it was "lux in umbris," and the aroma of a Sunday roast mingled with remnant incense to feed the young men who found their vocations there. Schuler's parish may have produced more priests than any in the country, and many of them are now serving in an archdiocese whose new life in recent years owes much to the man who was never disoriented in troubled years.

Dryden wrote:

From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.

One such man had faced east at his altar day after day, warrior in earthly scenes -- and now, one may well think, not unprepared for the heavenly ranks.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Words and Reality

Words and Reality
By
George Rutler
Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Lewis Carroll anticipated the word games that demagogues play when he had Humpty Dumpty say, “When I use a word, it means just what I choose it to mean, neither more nor less.” There are a lot of Humpty Dumptys around in our time, turning words inside out to turn the moral order upside down. They call vice “liberation” and infanticide “health care.” A few years ago, a major chain of bookshops listed a book on how to commit suicide under the category “Self-Improvement.”

George Orwell updated Lewis Carroll in his brooding book 1984. By now “Orwellian” has become a neologism for Humpty Dumpty talk. In a famous essay called “Politics and the English Language,” Orwell wrote: “A man may take to drink because he feels himself to be a failure, and then fail all the more completely because he drinks. It is rather the same thing that is happening to the English language. It becomes ugly and inaccurate because our thoughts are foolish, but the slovenliness of our language makes it easier for us to have foolish thoughts.”

Foolish thoughts can also be criminal and destructive. Recently the press reported the death of a retired Massachusetts congressman who, despite having been censured for perverse and predatory sexual offences with a youth, was re-elected to office and given major leadership offices. One senator called him “a role model.” The New York Times and the Boston Globe obituaries said that he was survived by his husband. His husband. The syntax reminded us that we are a couple of decades past 1984 and language rot is now a received style. It is not just Humpty Dumpty silliness: It is a deliberate attempt to alter reality by altering the language which describes reality.

Orwell optimistically thought that the decay is reversible, but “to think clearly is a necessary first step toward political regeneration.” By definition, however, regeneration is not the desire of the degenerate. The clarity of thought urged, for instance, by Pope Benedict is considered scandalous. The historian Toynbee said that civilizations die, not by invasion, but by suicide. Under the guise of sophistication, the moral lights of culture begin to dim when wordplay is considered an amusing game and not a sinister plot.

Gazing upon the ruins of Timgad in North Africa, a city founded as Thamugas by the emperor Trajan in 100 a.d., and destroyed by the Vandals after it had lost its cultural balance, Hilaire Belloc wrote: “We sit by and watch the Barbarian, we tolerate him; in the long stretches of peace we are not afraid. We are tickled by his irreverence, his comic inversion of our old certitudes and our fixed creeds refreshes us; we laugh. But as we laugh we are watched by large and awful faces from beyond: and on these faces there is no smile.”

Fr. George Rutler is pastor of the Church of Our Saviour in New York City. He is also the author of A Crisis of Saints.

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The Spirit of Vatican II

The Spirit of Vatican II
by George W. Rutler
March 2008

A Challenging Reform: ­Realizing the Vision of the Liturgical Renewal
1963-1975 by Piero Marini
Liturgical Press, 205 pages, $15.95 (paper)

To young people today, Vatican II reposes in a haze with Nicaea II and Lateran II. Their guileless ignorance at least frees them from the animus of some aging liturgists who thought that the Second Vatican Council defined a whole new anthropological stage in the history of man. The prolix optimism of many interpreters of that council has now taken on a ­patina—not that of fine bronze but more like the discoloration of a Bauhaus building. Reflective minds, ever grateful for the more important contributions of Vatican II, have had to reconcile a declaration (on the twenty-fifth anniversary of Sacrosanctum Concilium) that the vast majority of the faithful enthusiastically have welcomed liturgical changes with subsequent pontifical acts of reparation for liturgical confusion.

In his new book, A Challenging Reform, Archbishop Piero Marini has done historians a service in tracing the development of the modern liturgy. The result is a highly revealing account of the intentions of prominent players, and the author shows a genuine innocence in his assumption that readers will share his preference for theory over practice. His polemical tone will agitate those whom Marini calls “reaction-aries” to think that their misgivings about the events of 1963 to 1975 were not totally hallucinatory.

Marini worked in the secretariat of the Consilium ad Exsequendam Constitutionem de Sacra Liturgia with Annibale Bugnini, who started as a modest bureaucrat and gradually shaped the advisory committee into a rival of—and, eventually, a replacement of—the Congregation for Rites. The Consilium was suppressed in a latter period of the Pauline pontificate, which, Marini implies, was not as good as the pontificate of John XXIII. The talented author began as secretary to the hero of his narrative as a young priest, but, like a son of Noah, he never mentions that Bugnini eventually was relieved of his curial post and went on to write what may be the definitive history of Catholicism in Iran.

A more disinterested remembrancer of those heady days would not have had such access to the intricate workings of the Consilium, and this thin, even epistemologically anorexic, book will long be of interest to ecclesiologists as they study its awkward ballet of resentments and vindications of the sort commonly found in youthful diaries that were not burned in maturity. There are no grays in the book: Champions like Lercaro, Giobbe, and Larraone were “brilliant” and “charismatic” and “progressive,” while anonymous members of the Congregation for Rites were “anchored in the past” and often “overplayed their hand.”

Bugnini was indefatigable in his work and followed the path of his namesake Hannibal crossing the Alps: “We will either find a way, or make one.” The “progressives” promoted an ineffable “spirit of the council” and “knew that the path would not be easy.” Their project was bold: “The liturgy inspired by the council needed to leave behind Tridentine forms in order to embrace the genuine expression of the faith of the whole church.” This involved a malleable treatment of tradition, by which reform became rupture and development meant invention, with little regard for the sensibilities of others, including the Eastern ­churches.

Not disdaining the machinations of politics, the Consilium even assumed some of the work of what is now the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith. Prescinding from the claim that the liturgists did their preparatory work “patiently and humbly since October 1963 with the pope’s support” in order to be “more pastoral,” Marini fuels the suspicions of conspiracy theorists by admitting: “Unlike the reform after Trent,” the liturgical reform after Vatican II “was all the greater because it also dealt with doctrine.” On May 24, 1964, the pope instituted “an innovation in the administrative structure of the Curia” when he instructed the Congregation for Rites to grant juridical approval to the changes proposed by the ­Consilium.

Marini is not a slave to the principle of noncontradiction. The Consilium was “to reflect the hopes and needs of local churches throughout the world,” but two sentences later Holy Mother Church becomes something of a nanny: “In order to renew the liturgy, it was not enough to issue new directives; it was also necessary to change the attitudes of both the clergy and the lay faithful to enable them to grasp the purpose of the reform.” In case the people thought something was being done to them instead of for them, various means of social communication would be required “in preparing the faithful to welcome the reform.”

The result was implemented on March 7, 1965, with the instruction Inter Oecumenici. Busy hands then set to work in their laboratory to introduce the “broad innovations” that the author says were desired by the council. Some of these matched propositions of the 1786 Synod of Pistoia that Pius VI condemned for its Jansenism. These included vernacularism, elimination of side altars, didactic ceremonial, and astringency of symbols. The versus populum ­posture of the celebrant was taken for granted in the romantic archeologism that Pius XII warned against in Mediator Dei. Translation of the ­lectionary gradually expanded to a practical neglect of Latin. Regrettably, the author seems to take an unedifying satisfaction in how the Congregation for Rites was “marginalized” and “now had to submit to the authority of the Consilium and accept its reform unconditionally.”

To resolve questions between ­plenary meetings, seven bishops of “Consilium Presidentiae” were elected: They were “among the most open-minded and supportive of the Consilium’s role. None of them belonged to the Roman Curia.” In fact, there seem to have been few if any among the reformers who had been pastors. Prelacy was not lost in the move toward “noble simplicity.” Eventually, the author himself was made a titular archbishop while remaining Master of Pontifical Liturgical Celebrations, and he fulfilled his duties diligently, but it was a clerical arrangement in tension with the council’s description in Christus Dominus of a pastoral and evangelical episcopacy.

In 1969, the apostolic constitution Sacra Rituum Congregatio divided the Congregation for Rites into a Congregation for Divine Worship and a Congregation for the Causes of Saints, and, “although Pope Paul VI founded the Congregation for Divine Worship, the idea was conceived and carried out by Bugnini. He was undoubtedly responsible for the appointment of the gentle, collaborative Cardinal Benno Gut.” This halcyon arrangement ended in 1974 with the formation of a Congregation for Divine Worship and the Discipline of the Sacraments, which was “probably one of the first signs of a tendency to return to a preconciliar mindset that has for years now characterized the Curia’s approach. As more and more time passes since the Second Vatican Council, an event charged with such hope and desire for renewal, its distinctive contributions seem to be increasingly questioned.” These events were “witnesses to the prophetic vision as well as the limitations of [Paul VI’s] pontificate.”

Considerable erudition was at work in those years, but too often its populism overruled the people. It was like Le Corbusier sketching a new metallic Paris. Marini complains about “a certain nostalgia for the old rites.” In doing so, he contradicts Pope Benedict’s distinction between rites and uses, and he also fails to explain why nostalgia for the 1560s is inferior to nostalgia for the 1960s, except for the dentistry.

The editors of Marini’s A Challenging Reform explain that their aim is to “keep alive” the “vision” of the Consilium, but their diction is a voice in a bunker, embittered by the failure of people to be grateful. If an organism is truly healthy, it does not need a life-support system. Before he became pope, Cardinal Ratzinger said plainly: “We abandoned the organic living process of growth and development over the centuries, and replaced it, as in a manufacturing process, with a process, with a fabrication, a banal on-the-spot product.” In consequence, the fragile construction must be pumped up by multiple Gnostic-Docetic innovations such as dancing (referred to in a prescriptive text as “pious undulations”). Hula dancers at the beatification of Father Damien in 1995 hardly gave a sense of verisimilitude in Brussels. The papal flabella and burning flax having been eliminated as the detritus of imperial Rome, it was even more anachronistic to trumpet the Great Jubilee in modern Rome with costumed men affecting familiarity with the art of blowing elephant tusks.

For all its proponents’ goodness of intention, this kind of thing confuses universality with internationalism, treats the awesome as picturesque, suburbanizes the City of God, and patronizes nations and races. Explaining the ceremonial invented for the papal visit to the people of Mexico in 2002, Marini spoke of “respect for the indigenous” and told an interviewer: “Just as we use holy water, which for us recalls the waters of baptism, forgiveness of sin, and the resurrection, so for them this element of smoke can have a sense of liberation and forgiveness.”

Acts deracinated from the Divine Drama risk becoming the sort of baroque theatre Louis Bouyer disdained in the operatics of an earlier century. As Ratzinger said, “It is a sure sign that the essence of liturgy has totally disappeared and been replaced by a kind of religious entertainment.” Cult becomes cabaret and applause usurps amen.

Perhaps greater contact with pastoral reality would have anticipated the chaos that comes when ardent but misbegotten theories are imposed on the people of God who do not regularly read Notitiae. The blithe obliviousness of many experts to damage all around them is, nonetheless, breathtaking. At times in various lands it is like watching a venerable procession of Alcuin, Ivo of Chartres, Gueranger, Fortescue, and Jungmann and finding, at the end Inspector Clouseau.

Those entrusted with so great a project as the Second Vatican Council would have done better had they not felt obliged to act with such haste. One problem in the frantic rush for deadlines was the inconvenience of the Italian postal system. There will never be another ecumenical council without email.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Confession of a City Priest

Christendom Students Hear Confession of City Priest
October 15, 2002

"Every day I could write a book about what happens in a parish in New York City and I don't mean that as any kind of exaggeration. It would make the world's greatest soap opera. I could make a fortune, of course, if I were not bound by the seal of the confessional," playfully confessed Rev. George Rutler to the Christendom College community on October, 7, 2002.

Speaking on the topic of "The Public Diary of a City Priest," Fr. Rutler, pastor of The Church of Our Saviour in Manhattan, NY, spoke about the important role that priests play in the world today and particularly about the work that he does in the city of New York.

Born in 1945 and reared in the Episcopal tradition in New Jersey and New York, Father Rutler was an Episcopal priest for nine years, and the youngest Episcopal rector in the country when he headed the Church of Good Shepherd in Rosemont, Pennsylvania. He was received into the Catholic Church in 1979 and was sent to the North American College in Rome for seminary studies.

Fr. Rutler was ordained to the diaconate in Rome by His Eminence William Cardinal Baum in 1980 and received priestly ordination in St. Patrick's Cathedral at the hands of His Eminence Terence Cardinal Cooke in 1981. He served as Associate Pastor of St. Joseph's Bronxville; Our Lady of Victory in the Wall Street area; and St. Agnes, Manhattan. He was a university chaplain for the Archdiocese, and also chaplain to a general hospital and a psychiatric hospital. For ten years he was National Chaplain of Legatus, the organization of Catholic business leaders and their families engaged in spiritual formation and evangelization. A board member of several schools and colleges, as well as an advisor to the Board of Christendom College, he is also Chaplain of the New York Guild of Catholic Lawyers and has long been associated with Mother Teresa and her Missionaries of Charity, and other religious orders, as a retreat master. For thirteen years his weekly television program has been broadcast worldwide on EWTN. Cardinal Egan appointed Fr. Rutler pastor of The Church of Our Saviour, effective September 17, 2001.

According to Fr. Rutler, despite what many may think, a parish is the heart of the Church, not the Chancery. The reason the parish is so important is because each parish is made up of many different people and families, and the family is the "domestic church." As a pastor, said Fr. Rutler, one needs to keep reminding oneself of that.

Speaking about the diversity of many parishes, Fr. Rutler explained that Our Lord said that the Church would be like a mustard bush into whose branches all manner of birds would gather. "There is the canary, but there is also the cuckoo; the peacock, but also the vulture. Every parish is this way. This is the glory of the Catholic Church. The more we forget this and the more we neglect it, the more the parish will reflect the kind of subtle protestant eyes of our society, which sees the faithful as a gathering of the righteousness, rather than the ability to be constantly absolved."

Fr. Rutler stressed to the audience the need for and the importance of confessions. "If you only knew what happens in the confessional during lunch hours throughout the week; how lives are changed. So often when I feel I have to leave the confessional because either it's too hot in there or I've had too much tea," quipped Fr. Rutler, "somebody comes in and says ‘Bless me Father, I've never been to confession before,' or ‘Bless me Father, it's been thirty years.' The life changing confessions that happen every day would absolutely astonish our media. It's absolutely true that when a priest has the urge to leave the confessional, it is the devil trying to get him out. It is a tremendous compliment the devil pays the Catholic Church."

But Fr. Rutler believes that one of the many reasons that people do not go to confession very often anymore is that confession times are reduced to sometimes a mere thirty minutes a week in some parishes, if at all. Additionally, the churches themselves are not very aesthetically pleasing or welcoming so many people just never enter them. "It depresses me sometimes to visit other parishes and see Churches that look like living rooms or country clubs, not Catholic churches," remarked Fr. Rutler. "Some have fireplaces, and catering halls, while others have large grand pianos in the center of their buildings. I suppose they think Liberace saved mankind!"

Ending his discussion of priestly work, Fr. Rutler recounted how, on September 11, 2001, as then-pastor of St. Agnes Parish in Manhattan, he spent most of his day at what's now called Ground Zero, hearing confessions and administering the last rites to the many firemen who were to risk their lives for the many victims. In fact, he had been working right next to the one priest who was killed, Fr. Michael Judge. "Everyone who was there was very changed. After this, people began realizing that there is holiness in this world, and there is also evil. These are two things that people have neglected for a long time," concluded Fr. Rutler.


Source: http://www.christendom.edu/news/archives/archives02/georgerutler.shtml

Fr Rutler on William F. Buckley, Jr.


MASS FOR THE REPOSE OF THE SOUL OF WILLIAM F. BUCKLEY JR.
CATHEDRAL OF SAINT PATRICK
NEW YORK CITY
4 April 2008

Father George William Rutler


"NOW BETHANY WAS NEAR JERUSALEM…." John 11:18

In the village of Bethany was the house of Mary and her sister Martha and their brother Lazarus. There Jesus wept when Lazarus died, and then he called into the tomb and Lazarus came forth alive.

Here is a paradox of holy religion: such utter domesticity is so close to the unutterable mystery of Temple. Bethany was near Jerusalem. About fifteen furlongs. Furlongs. William F. Buckley Jr. could have translated that. It is just a little more than the distance between the corner of Park and 73rd Street and this cathedral. In the life of the one we remember today, his home was never far from Jerusalem. Park Avenue and 73rd Street was near Jerusalem and so were Sharon and Camden and Stamford. The key to all that William was and did is that wherever he was and whatever he did, reading a book or writing one, opening a bottle of wine or sailing some sea, he was near Jerusalem. He left this world from his desk in the garage of the house of the one he most loved who had died less than a year before. Their Bethany was near Jerusalem.

After our friend had published a book about sailing across the Atlantic Ocean, an interviewer on television showed a certain condescension about yachting as a socially useless activity. He found tedious the long descriptions of navigation and asked the author if there is any real difference between sailing from east to west and from west to east. There came from Buckley a response as from an oracle: "Yes. They are opposite directions." Bethany lies east of Jerusalem and to reach the holy city you must travel west. William F. Buckley Jr. has now traveled west. But he started in Bethany where our earthly home is.

He did his work using such domestic tools as words, and though some thought them only amusing and clever, those words were strong enough to help crack the walls of an evil empire. A fatal flaw in the materialist dialectic of Marxism was its underestimation of the power of evil, embracing it like a useful energy. When cynics mocked the very idea of evil, he mocked the mockers, and angered them most by their inability to stay angry in his congenial presence. It was as if an ancient voice could be heard speaking through him: "Be of good cheer, I have overcome the world" (John 16:33).

His indignation at the wrong ways of men was not savage like that of Jonathan Swift, for it was well-tempered and confident of victory. He fit Newman's definition of a gentleman as one who is "merciful towards the absurd." Nearly fifty years ago he wrote, "We deem it the central revelation of Western experience that man cannot irradicably stain himself, for the wells of regeneration are infinitely deep. . . . Even out of the depths of despair, we take heart in the knowledge that it cannot matter how deep we fall, for there is always hope." Once on a retreat, he led the others in praying the Stations of the Cross. The Third Station: Jesus falls a first time. The Seventh Station, Jesus falls a second time. Then with a solemn and astonished voice: the Ninth Station, Jesus falls a third time. He knelt and all of us knelt, and then he got up, and we got up with him.

When he wrote his first book about God and man at the age of twenty-five, and launched his magazine at twenty-nine, the inspiration could have seemed the naïveté of callowness, but now we know it was the courage of innocence. At long last, when he sold his boat and silenced his harpsichord, he suddenly seemed much older. It is inadequate to say that he lasted eighty-two years. It is more resonant with his sonorous life to say that he began four score and two years ago. By one of those quirks which are either inexplicable fate or explicable providence, as a young boy he passed by an airfield in Britain at the very moment the prime minister was waving a piece of paper and proclaiming peace in our time. The rest of his life testified that there can be no concord with evil, for evil always seeks to devour the good, and peace at any price is very expensive.

His first and formative academy was his father's dinner table where he was taught that the most important things in life are God, truth, and beauty. This reverses the classical order of beauty, truth, and goodness, because in Athens the philosophers searched the heavens for a beauty that would explain truth and reveal what is good, while in Sharon the Buckleys believed that the eternal logic of the heavens had come to earth, and by showing goodness in the radiance of his Holy Face, Christ touched us with the truth, and those who were touched became beautiful. Since William Buckley's death, many people have told how he brought them to belief in God, and there are those who became priests because of him. His wide circle of friends encompassed those of different beliefs, but its width was the measure of his own unfailing confidence in the Holy, Catholic, Apostolic, and Roman Church. Faithfulness and patience as husband and father, and goodness to others, were joyful because of this. With the Psalmist (Psalm 45:1) his tongue was the pen of a ready writer, and while some write well but do not speak well, or speak well and do not write well, he did both, in a consistent crusade against reducing any human enterprise to a merely human calculus; for then the right to life itself would be at best constitutional but not sacred. Secular humanism is vestigial humanism, charity without a cross, and because it will never lead man up the ladder to heaven, it builds little hells for man on earth. Politics is a bore if it is only politics, and so with any art or science that sees only itself. Our friend knew that Communism was worse than a social tyranny because it was a theological heresy. His categories were not right and left but right and wrong. What graces he had to change a century came by his belief in Christ who has changed all centuries.

At more than a month's remove from his death, a homily yields to that kind of eulogy which he would call precisely a panegyric. The Greeks like Lysias or Isocrates developed this form of speech for Olympiads and other public sporting occasions to see how far an orator could go in praising the dead without actually lying. This does not suit here today for two reasons. Our friend, skier and sailor, was not drawn to public sports arenas. When a friend invited him to a Yankee game, he declined, saying that he had already seen one. More importantly, in the record of his life is little tension between praise and honesty to tease the art of lauding him. By a moral adaptation of a law of optics, he loomed larger the closer you examined him. From his own side of the lens, he saw not according to worldly size or influence. He could write at length on immanentizing the eschaton and also pray the rosary for a schoolboy who was having difficulties with his homework.

One night, he announced it was time for his confession, and we stumbled around the church looking for the light switch. Then he said, "No problem. I can get around this church in the dark." He would have disdained turning that into a cheap metaphor, but he did walk his way through the dark by remarkable paths. Many times the college boy in him still sang "We are poor little lambs/ Who have lost our way. . . . We are little black sheep/Who have gone astray." He may have sung that with perfect insincerity, for he never lost the way, and while he has passed he is not forgotten with the rest. We commend him to his Lord who is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. May he now be numbered among the elect, and in this heavenly election he will not demand a recount.

The Lord raised Lazarus from the dead in Bethany and Bethany is not far from Jerusalem. William, who frequently had the last word, wrote this: "Granted, that to look up at the stars comes close to compelling disbelief – how can such a chance arrangement be other than an elaboration – near infinite – of natural impulses? Yet, on the other hand, who is to say that the arrangement of the stars is more easily traceable to nature, than to nature's molder? What is the greater miracle: the raising of the dead man in Lazarus, or the mere existence of the man who died and of the witnesses who swore to his revival?"

Portrait: © Brett Noel, with permission.

The Price of Mediocrity

"The Price of Mediocrity"
by
Father George W. Rutler

"If any man will come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me."

Your unworthy preacher comes to this paradisiacal valley by way of a part of New York City called "Hell's Kitchen." So I preach to you from a universal perspective. St. Thomas More said in Utopia that the way to heaven out of all places is of like length and distance. Our Lord spoke of the cross in Caesarea Philippi which is no closer to heaven than this College. But by force of logic we then have to admit, nor is it any closer to hell than this College.

That's the whole point of what he said to Peter and the apostles in words that Matthew and Mark use almost identically. "If any man will come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me." Do that and, as St. Teresa of Avila used to say, "You are already in heaven on earth." Don't do that and you are already in hell on earth.

Our Lord said this right after he had asked his apostles who they thought he was. Peter made his confession of faith, "You are the Christ." "Blessed are you Simon Bar Jonah for flesh and blood have not revealed this to you but my Father in heaven." Christ here was using more than a rhetorical device but not less than a rhetorical device: "Blessed are you."

Cicero said the first object of a public orator is to make his audience well disposed. Christ who is Himself the living Word disposes his hearers to consider the mysterious realms of eternity. "Blessed are you Simon Bar Jonah for flesh and blood have not revealed this to you but my Father in heaven."

In one of his Dublin lectures on university education, John Henry Newman said, "Neither Livy nor Tacitus nor Terence nor Seneca nor Pliny nor Quintilian is an adequate spokesman for the Imperial City. They write Latin. Cicero writes Roman." He means that Cicero spoke heart to heart. That was an expression of St. Francis de Sales. Cardinal Newman made that his Cardinalatial motto.

When Christ speaks to us, the Sacred Heart speaks heart-to-heart, and here then is the interplay of the Love that made all things with all things He has made. The Sacred Heart speaks of the cross. It has been said that the crucifixion of Christ is the only drama in history - not the greatest drama, but the only drama. All our great and little adventures define themselves and become tragic or divinely comic according to how they tie in with the cross. So He says we must take up our crosses, and they only become the way to heaven when we carry them through life along the path pointed out by Christ.

There is a jargon-term for rejecting the cross; it is "self-affirmation." Peter did not affirm himself, he affirmed Christ: "Thou art the Christ." Only then could he begin to grasp what he himself was. To deny the self is simply to reject the superficial estimation of who I am.

An old maxim holds that when you are all tied up in yourself, you become a very small package, very small. Such smallness is called mere existence. Denial of the self does not deny our existence. (There are some oriental religions that actually do that, and some forms of modern philosophy, too.) Self-denial means knowing we are all things with Christ and nothing without Him. Self-denial turns existence into life. St. Paul says, "It is no longer I who live but Christ who lives in me. Pope John Paul II says, "Become what you are." That is a paradox. But paradoxes exist because there is a heaven as well as an earth.

The noblest thinkers of the ancient pagans understood self-denial. It was the key to the life of the virtues and could be summed up in the timeless ideal of the Golden Mean. The seven sages of Greece understood how life is not lived without following the straight and narrow path of integrity. Horace praised those who loved well the Golden Mean, "Auream quisquis mediocritatem diligit."

This life of moderation is not what we popularly mean by moderation. The classical Golden Mean, which Christ transfigured into a life of holiness, is the choice of the good over the convenient and commitment to the true instead of to the plausible. Liberal education is tutelage in that golden path. It is liberal by freeing the scholar from the slavery of the lowest common denominator. Any civilization so wrapped up in itself that it settles for the lowest common denominator quickly bottoms out and rarely rises again, and then only at a dreadful cost to souls. This self-absorption instead of self-denial is what William James scorned when he said, "Our colleges ought to have lit up in us a lasting relish for the better kind of man, a loss of appetite for mediocrities."

Virtue then is the desire to observe the Golden Mean. Courage is the mean between cowardice and bravado; magnificence, the mean between vulgarity and miserliness; noble pride, the mean between vanity and servility. In the 18th century, Bishop Berkeley called religion the mean between superstition and incredulity.

Like all gold, the Golden Mean is purified by fire. This is the meaning of the cross. St. John Vianney said, "The worst cross is to have no cross." Common place mediocrity is life without a cross, lukewarmness, and moral tepidity. And the Book of Revelation holds up the Laodiceans as examples of that. Check out your Bible commentaries, they will tell you that Laodicea was a prosperous commercial city southeast of Philadelphia. Anachronistic is he who supposes that means Atlantic City. It is not anachronistic for doctors of souls to spot the Laodicean disease in every modern city.

Mediocrity poses as inclusiveness, populism, condescension, tolerance, modesty, empathy with your pain, broad-mindedness, cheerfulness, and even charity. Mediocrity mumbles from the vapors of moral anesthesia that it does feel your suffering. And this is why modern secular humanism has been called charity without a cross. Mediocrity, that kind of mediocrity, is only the etiquette of sloth, a little road by Laodicea to indecision. And as a sadness of spirit, sloth is an offense against charity. Did the Romans crucify Christ? Did the Jews crucify Christ? No. Sloth crucified Christ.

Pontius Pilate and Herod Antipas finally became friends when they saw in each other their mutual mediocrity. The encyclical Centesimus Annus names the Yalta Conference at the end of the second World War as a paramount symbol of deadly death-dealing compromise. The Pope of that encyclical grew up in a nation crucified because diplomats thought it diplomatically unwise to take up their own crosses. Christ was crucified millions of times in the 20th Century. For every choice of the self over against the will of God is a crucifixion of some soul. When Christ looks back on the 20th Century and all its glorious inventions, inhumane advances notwithstanding, He surely says, "Get behind me Satan."

The Golden Mean is the narrow gate to Jerusalem the Golden. Slothful mediocrity is self-indulgence: the choice of choice for the sake of the choosing. Mediocrity has no standard higher than self-justification. It screams the euphemism pro-choice to exhaust all moral argument. On such a bucolic day as this do not think me unmeasured when I say that mediocrity leads to death. Higher voices than mine have called this a culture of death. And that expression seems ridiculous only to the mediocre.

The philosopher Hannah Arendt said that the Nazi architect of so many horrors, Adolf Eichmann, incarnated the banality of evil. He did not look dramatically wicked. He did not speak with the decibels of deep darkness. He was a mediocrity. His system massaged the economic and philosophic conceits of his age.

That's what made him the tool of the prince of lies whose hell is the unholy hall of half-life where mediocrity is not a little way at all, it's the only way. The acid rejection of the Way, the Truth and the Life. And that is why the Lord said to Peter, "get behind me Satan." For it was Satan who moved Peter in his weak moment right after his exalted confession of faith. He analyzed Christ only according to his own standards of happiness and success. And Peter wanted to prevent Christ from taking up His cross. He was not denying himself, he was denying God.

The doleful days of our culture of death are distinguished in this. For all the words uttered, and never have there been so many, they are almost entirely forgettable. Our age of communication is not an age of communion. The rhetoric of cyberspace speaks heartlessly not heart to heart as our Lord spoke in Caesarea Philippi. In the civil order, after years in public office, it is possible for political leaders to have said nothing lapidary, no phrase worthy of granite, no sentence to be cherished in the national memories valiant, not a maxim decent to great government, nary a motto with which any father could make a brave benediction over his sons or could serve a mother in delighting her daughters.

Surely our age has no lack of great events to inspire great declarations or grand challenges to provoke grander deeds. But the bold words and heroes of the words are few. The Golden Mean has been counterfeited by gilded meanness. Virtuous souls speak words worthy of great legacies-but souls that have bargained for less than virtue speak words that are sleek and not serene, spinning the truth but not telling the truth. Gandhi listed seven tragedies in such a gilded life: politics without principle, wealth without work, pleasure without conscience, knowledge without charity, commerce without morality, science without humanity, and worship without sacrifice.

The lazier people are, the more will they allow mediocrity to serve the government, the courts, the arts, and even the churches. Mediocrity is mellow, it's diction mellifluous. Mediocrity wants to be dazzled but not enlightened. It begs the consolations of power estranged from its obligations. It demands in every act the right to choose without the duty to choose life. It claims freedom to express the self but not to express things higher than the self. It marks no division between feeling good and being good. It prays for godliness without god and a temporal world without end. Mediocrity unwinds history and withers the drama of man, so that thousands of years after Moses heard the voice saying, "I am Who I am," compromised men ask what "is" is.

There are lesser and wrong forms of self-denial. There was for instance the pessimistic asceticism of the Gnostics, the Puritans, the Jansenists. It was summed up in that greatly misguided line from the film The African Queen when the missionary lady says "nature is what we are put on earth to overcome." And there is a dangerous tendency to that among many Catholics who consider themselves conservers of the Sacred Tradition. Sometimes the pessimism actually takes the form of suicide, sometimes cultic suicide, sometimes medical suicide.

A few years ago the Hemlock Society published a book on how to kill yourself called Final Exit. When that book was first published our nations largest chain of bookstores placed it in the section called Self-Improvement. There is also a wrong kind of social self-denial when the problems of society are analyzed without reference to the reality of evil at the root of all crime and injustice and despair. That was summed up in the words of the Mayor of one of our greatest cities who said, "The crime rate isn't so bad if you just don't count the murders."

Christ calls us to another kind of denial. It is summed up in the Easter Vigil, "Do you reject Satan?" At one Easter Vigil, and during the infelicities of a bad English translation, I was surprised to hear a priest ask the congregation, "Do you reject Satan, using option number one?" Well there is no option number two or three. There is only the option to live or die.

The Golden Mean is hard to find and to live it heroically is even harder; it is even impossible without the grace of God. While so great a man as Aristotle thought the greatest happiness could be found in a life of virtue, St. Thomas Aquinas and all the saints have known that blessed joy comes finally in union with God. For the Golden Mean truly is Christ Himself.

I suppose every college calls itself alma mater but not every college is like this in knowing what alma mater means. The beloved Mother teaches the art of living by teaching the art of dying to the self. Mothers save things and pass them on; mothers remember things and sing them to us, sometimes in cradle songs, sometimes in the greatest symphonies of culture.

After my mother died recently, I had the hard and also inspiring task of going through closets and finding what she had counted as treasures. But which were in a worldly sense nothing at all. She had not saved my doctoral diplomas but she did save the first words I ever wrote. Going through all those boxes I remembered once when we were in disagreement about something that should be done, and she said, "Remember, however old you are, I am still your mother." I regret to say that I replied starchily that Christ had said, "Who is my mother?" And she replied, "Well, I am sure He did not say it in that tone of voice."

Holy Mother Church passes on the word of God. In the Scriptures Jesus says, "Take up your cross." He meant a real cross but he did not say it crossly. His tone of voice was different from those voices which have rattled history from the lips of demagogues and tyrants. These are the words of love without which we cannot know much, however clever we may be. It is a love worth dying for so that we might live forever.
Baccalaureate Homily, Thomas Aquinas College, Santa Paula, California, June 9, 2001

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Souls and Bodies

SOULS AND BODIES
George W. Rutler
Christendom College Commencement Address,
May 14, 1989

On this happy occasion in such verdant countryside, you will not think it odd, I hope, if I begin by saying something about the ancient Egyptian method of embalming. Given the superior education you have received here, you most likely are familiar with this and with most other things. But it is interesting to me, at least, that when a Pharaoh or some other celebrity of the Nile Valley was mummified, everything was preserved except the brain. Ornate receptacles were prepared for the liver, heart and lungs because each of these was considered important. But the brain was thrown away; for no one, not the royal physicians or the priests of Isis could figure out what it was for.

The situation is different today. We do preserve the brain. I understand that a few miles up the road in our nation's capital there even are think tanks. In higher education, the system of mummifying brains is an expensive process called academic tenure. But for all that, we have not progressed. You could actually say we have frightfully regressed. For now there is another part of the human being which is discarded by scientists and even by theologians who have forgotten its purpose: I speak of the soul. The whole body is preserved now, but the soul is lost. There are schools for brains, and health clubs for the body, hearts can be transplanted and bodies frozen, the seed of life is juggled in test tubes and yet the soul is thrown away. A nation will rivet its attention on efforts to preserve even the bodies of whales, while professional voices deny that the soul of a baby means anything.

It may seem that the soul is no more fitting a subject for a commencement address than Egyptian embalming. The great Duke of Wellington said it is a dreadful thing when religion begins to interfere with the conduct of one's private life. I say not so. The crisis in education today is caused by the ignorance of the holy economy which fits body and soul together. Secular education has tried to feed the organs of the body while starving the soul. What has been the result? Writers secular and religious have admitted that universities and colleges at the end of the modern age have become factories of childish moralism and the welcoming refuge of arrested development. Some of the most distinguished complainers, like Professor Alan Bloom of the University of Chicago, only compound the problem: they make a good appeal for a classical revival, but in an aesthetic sense without a higher moral authority. They speak of virtue apart from grace. Their heroes are charming figures like Rousseau and Kant who were moral frauds and who largely caused the form of ignorance called modernism which we are beginning to scorn in retrospect. As you graduate, you may take pride in the knowledge that your college has been founded as part of the rediscovery of the soul in the life of the intellect.

The history of Christian doctrine in large measure has been the history of defining the mutual dignity of souls and bodies. Sad but impassioned sagas of Christian heresies have been stories of how people give wrong accounts of what happened when God Himself took flesh. An obligation to form the moral person is binding on what is known as secular education as much as it is on religious education. But humility should make Catholics so free of human respect that they are willing to assert this truth: education is incomplete if it does not conclude in the vision of God. The universal intuition of Catholicism gave the world the university, and only a renaissance of Catholic thought, regardless of the cost in human terms, can bring scholarship to its full potential. Thus John Henry Newman spoke: The Catholic Creed is one whole, and Philosophy is one whole; each may be compared to an individual, to which nothing can be added, from which nothing can be taken away. They may be professed, but there is no middle ground between professing and not professing. A University, so called, which refuses to profess the Catholic Creed, is, from the nature of the case, hostile both to the Church and to Philosophy.

—Now by "Philosophy" Newman meant not wisdom or knowledge or science or judgment, but a habit of mind which sees through ideology. It is an illumination which challenges the pedant, cracks the cliche, and enables the intellect to meet what Newman called the great infidel questions of the day. The questions of his day remain the questions of day, and are written even more darkly on the cracking walls of the modern age: is there a difference between the liberal arts and secular liberalism? is there a difference between moral freedom and political liberation? is there a difference between truth and utilitarianism? Only the Catholic vision is wide enough to give full answers. Therefore academic freedom is free precisely when it is freedom for Christ's truth and not freedom from it. Surely there is no particular way to be a Catholic engineer or a Catholic lawyer; but there is a way to be an engineer or a lawyer who is a Catholic; and that is to be a good one. This cannot be done unless the result of one's work conforms to the law's of God's universe.

To this end, the Holy See has mandated a profession of faith and a new oath of fidelity to the Teaching Church. They cannot compromise the freedom of the intellect; they can only form that freedom while exiling any deformation of it. Newman required all officers and professors of his new Catholic University of Ireland to make a profession of the Catholic faith according to the formula of Pope Pius IV. In American history, the Declaration of Independence only declared independence from another order; it became the guarantor of freedom when its assertions were obeyed according to sacred honour. In a culture riddled with academies which have liberated themselves from humane discourse and the life of the virtues, the authentic Catholic college is a beacon of moral freedom because it obeys the Truth. Colleges such as Christendom will secure freedom so long as their teachers affirm that they share the mind of Christ, a thing arrogant to say by one's self, but sane when one shares the mind of the holy Doctors of the Church and the Vicar of Christ.

The twilight of this century broods over a dying form of intellectual slothfulness known as modernism. Its essence is subscription to ideology instead of truth. Albert Einstein warned his generation not to expect the intelligentsia to be brave in a moral crisis. As the modernist rejected the prophetic demands of sacred tradition, so does the reactionary who invokes that tradition to canonize his own prejudices. Honest Catholic scholars hold neither false progressivism nor reaction against the future. They abide by the truth which will sanctify the future. On the campuses of the world today, from the venerable halls of the Western nations to the greatest square of China, students once again are rebelling; but this time the rebellion is against the rebels, challenging the false orthodoxies of materialism which denied the existence of the soul. The present academic order is threatened and angry because it boasted of being a perpetually new order. Tin sages who taught that God was dead and man had come of age now hear rumours of new saints as they watch themselves aging beyond maturity into oblivion. This is the time for Catholic scholars to speak the truth, for some have been to speak. Indeed, they let the cynics speak for them, and so in these recent years they came close to bartering the entire patrimony of Catholic scholarship for the abbreviated social vision of the 1960's. The current educational reforms by the Holy See would redress this capitulation.

As a response, untutored neo-conservatism is no more valid than modernism, nor will the Yuppie redeem the Yippie. The truth which secures the health of souls and bodies in the year 1989 will be the truth which secures it in the year 2089, and secured it when Newman entered his last year teaching it in 1889, and when Anselm proclaimed it against Rufus in 1089, and when Augustine prayed it on the sands of Tagaste in 389, and when John the Apostle thundered it beneath Asian skies in 89. I do not know what sense any of them would have made of the term "academic freedom". I should think each would have said: any freedom in the academy is a form of obedience to the laws of the academy, and that the academy is not an academy at all whose laws are not true to God Who is the Truth.

A popular motion picture this year tells the story of an American high school which had become a virtual den of everything except learning. To this day, the sociologists and politicians and educators of the last generation whose theories encouraged that school's degeneration are still not indicted for their social delinquency. With whatever flawed methods, only that school's principal had the courage to try to invoke some kind of institutional reform based on character reform. I have keen memories of my high school: the opportunities it offered regardless of race or rank, its graduates who included world famous poets, athletes, actors, and a winner of the Nobel Prize for curing polio; its honest and healthy sporting life, its curriculum which opened the world of Latin letters to me when I was twelve years old, its stern and sacrificing teachers, and the pride the old town took in it. Of the two best friends in my class, one is a distinguished rabbi and the other an aid to the Dalai Lama. Everyone I suppose embellishes one's golden school days. But here is my point: that school shown in the film, riddled with drugs and patrolled by security guards is the same school I attended. Only twenty years marked the change. In one generation that kind of thing can happen. Not because of poverty, not because of crime, not because of social change, but because of a loss of moral vision. And until that is repaired, as only the splendour of virtue can repair it, more barbarians will smash more gates. Demagogues and vulgarians are chanting on the campuses of America, "Hey, hey, ho, ho, Western culture's got to go". The time has come for the heirs of the scholastic tradition to cry with a recovered voice: "You who say that must go."

I do not want to end these remarks as I heard a college president end not long ago. He raised his arms and said to the graduates, "May you find satisfaction." That is the way to send robots out into a world of neon lights and stainless steel. I trust you have learned why Socrates found truth in discontent, and why the unsatisfied heart of Augustine became happy when it rested in God. You are Bachelors of Arts, and you have learned quite a lot. But I hope you have learned what to do with the restless intellect, and the restless imagination, and the restless will. For you are entering a world which does not know what to do with these articles of the soul, as those ancient Egyptians did not know what to do with the brain. When they find their proper rest in God our Creator, you do not have a mummy, you have a saint.

At a ceremony, I watched the face of Bishop Ignatius Kung Pin Mei of Shanghai who spent some thirty years in prison for confessing his loyalty to the Roman Catholic Church and the Roman Pontiff. There were distractions on that occasion and the air was full of the trivial rhetoric which too frequently marks gatherings in our comfortable part of the Church. But the Bishop of Shanghai sat quietly praying his rosary, with an ineffable smile on his face. Perhaps we should give posthumous degrees in theology to Lenin and Hitler and Mao, because they have shown the world despite themselves how to educate heroic men and women in the peace which surpasses all understanding.

There are those who say the liberal arts are useless. They say that who are slaves of this world. Your diploma is most useful: it is a license to go out now and be holy. You do not need a degree to do it. But you do need a body and soul. You have both.

Rev. George W. Rutler holds his doctorate in theology from the Angelicum University in Rome. He is currently Associate Pastor of St. Agnes Church in New York City.

Monday, March 10, 2008

From "Fishers of Men"

Father George Rutler
by
John Janaro

The Spirit of Truth works among all social classes, among men and women and powerful. Beyond their particular lifesituations there lies a deep unity among people, grounded in their common humanity and the call that each of them receives to share the life of God in Christ Jesus. It is not surprising, then, that men who share in the ministerial priesthood of Christ should come from all walks of life. Further united by their special conformity to the Person of Christ, priests nevertheless manifest the richness of Christ and His redemptive action within the context of their own background and personal development, which brings to the ministry of each a particular character and relevance.

For Father George William Rutler this character is well defined, and the fruit of a unique collection of experiences. Fr. Rutler is an Ivy League graduate, a musician and painter, an art historian with an extensive collection, a sportsman and long distance runner, and a writer and lecturer with a considerable breadth of education and a wealth of erudition. His priesthood, however, is central to his life, and his range of interests and activities serves to mold him into an apostle who is capable of preaching the Gospel in a wide variety of situations and with a deep and penetrating knowledge of people.

Furthermore his priesthood is something that he particularly cherishes because his vocation was intimately connected to a journey of faith—ajourney that brought him to full communion with the Church of Christ and to the mission of deepening and strengthening that Church.

"His love is strong, his faithfulness eternal" (Ps. 117:2). This path of the Spirit began for George Rutler in a pious Episcopalian home with devoted parents. Adolphe Rutler saw duty in the second World War as a Merchant Marine officer on convoys to Russia in the years prior to George's birth on March 23, 1945. George's childhood was filled with the familiar scenes of Anglican life; like many Episcopalian boys he sang in the church choir, and he would be in church every Sunday, sitting attentively in his choirboy's starched collar and listening to the rector preach. Perhaps someday he would preach in the same way, he often thought to himself.

When George entered school in New Jersey he had already begun to demonstrate that he had unusual intelligence. At the age of five he memorized the Gettysburg Address so that he could present it to his kindergarten teacher. As he approached high school he developed a love for the Classics, and his abilities had enabled him to skip several grades. Thus at the tender age of 12, George entered the advanced program of the public high school.

He also became more familiar with the world around him. This world included Catholics who engaged in a variety of practices that were more or less unfamiliar to George. He remembers once entering a Catholic church as a small boy, seeing the multitude of candles, and thinking that the church was on fire!

George mainly remembers associating Catholics with certain ethnic and cultural groups. The thought that an Anglo-Saxon like himself could ever be a Catholic never entered his mind. It just wasn't something that was done. Beyond these impressions George knew very little about Catholicism; he was aware that there was "a very important and good Christian gentleman" in Rome who called himself "Pius XII." He also knew that the Catholic Church was vast, and at the time seemed to him rather "unfriendly."

Therefore when George graduated high school at the age of 16, the Catholic Church — large but foreign, and apparently irrelevant to his situation — occupied no important place in his life. His long term goal was to become an Episcopalian clergyman, a task that seemed worthy of his intelligence and his genuine zeal for God's word. In 1961 he began four years at Dartmouth, and the Ivy league atmosphere — permeated with a sophisticated skepticism — moved the young college student to react by reflecting more deeply on his religion. Modern atheistic philosophies, masking themselves as "intellectual," obviously did not provide the answers. George's French teacher was an existentialist who, after having his students read Sartre and Camus extensively, one day committed suicide. It did not seen as though truth could be found in such futility. "The believer shall not stumble" (Is 28:16).

Historical study, however, revealed the development of the Christian faith, and the origins of the "Anglican Communion" to which the Episcopal Church in the United States belonged. George saw that the Church of England had split from the Church of Rome in the 16th century, and he wanted to be sure that his own faith was rooted in the teaching and mission of the apostles and not the product of some confusing set of historical circumstances. This desire moved him toward a particular perspective of high Anglicanism known as "Anglo-Catholicism," that emphasized doctrine, ritual, and apostolic sense. The connection between the Church and Jesus Christ, he concluded, was of the utmost importance;"since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near with a true heart . . ." (Heb. 10:21-22).

Meanwhile, the "Roman" Church had convoked an Ecumenical Council, an event that made no impression on George while he was in college. "High Church" Episcopalianism seemed vital in 1963, and took most of his attention. He became aware of the Oxford Movement, a trend within Anglicanism that had flourished in the 19th century. The Oxford movement had sought to restore authentic apostolic Christianity to the Church of England, and George immersed himself in the thinking of the great 19th century Anglican doctors, Keble and Pusey. One other leader of the Oxford Movement, however, seemed a bit untrustworthy. John Henry Newman was a rather disturbing fellow and George thought it best to avoid him, viewing him as "a man of nervous temperament who couldn't weather the storm and just went off and became a Roman Catholic." It seemed to George that the man whom Catholics call "Cardinal" Newman had "lost his faith."

In 1965, at the age of 20, George received his BA (cum laude) from Dartmouth. With a grant from the Ford Foundation he pursued graduate studies at the Johns Hopkins University, receiving an M.A.T. in 1966. Only now was he old enough to enter the General Theological Seminary in Manhattan. Covering an entire block of New York City, the GTS was like an English cloister complete with tutors from Oxford and Cambridge. At this time the GTS seemed relatively untouched by the turmoil raging in the seminaries of the Roman Church, and George received a thorough formation in an Episcopalianism styled very much after the Oxford Movement.

During his years in the seminary he spent summers in England, at Oxford University and assisting in the poor parishes of London's East End. He excelled in his studies and graduated first in his class in 1969, after which he was ordained to the Episcopalian priesthood and assigned to Rosemont, a church outside of Philadelphia.

Rosemont was an exemplar of high church Anglicanism; its 14th century Gothic style structure served a parish comprised of intellectuals andmembers of "Old Philadelphia" society While a curate (a position that resembles that of associate pastor) Rev. Mr. Rutler received a doctoral fellowship to Oxford and, after a year and a half serving the parish, he had determined to go to England and finish his studies. In fact, he had already begun his dissertation on Newman, who had proven simply too troublesome to ignore.

Events, however, brought about a significant change in his plans. The rector of Rosemont left for a parish in New York, and the "Wardens and Vestrymen" of the Rosemont Parish elected George Rutler as the new rector. Believing that he was called to shepherd a flock, and upon the advice of his bishop, he gave up his doctoral fellowship and devoted himself to parish work.

Thus at the age of 26, the youngest Episcopalian rector in the found himself torn by a variety of ambitions, desires, and the mysterious stirrings of his heart. He enjoyed tending the needs of his suburban parish, riding a bicycle to his house calls and hospital visits. He also served as chaplain at Bryn Mawr College. The stimulating life of an Episcopalian rector seemed quite attractive, and George gave quite abit of thought to the idea of settling down and raising a family. Marriage is an option for the Episcopal clergy, and the young clergyman was considered an eligible bachelor in Philadelphia society. He attended parties, gave lectures, and lived a pleasant life in a spacious and comfortable rectory.

By all secular standards George Rutler should have been quite satisfied. He was convinced, however, that something was missing; the fullness of the demands of the Gospel had to be met. He began to realize that much of Anglicanism took its outlook from the prevailing cultural establishment. It had remained stable for many years because of the relative stability of the society. Now, however, social and moral attitudes were changing all around, and the whole Episcopalian structure seemed to be following a path of accommodating itself to the new social perspective.

"Can a man make for himself gods? Such are no gods!" (Jer. 16:20). George Rutler was troubled in spirit. Was there so little substance behind the Anglican commitment to the Gospel? Commitment to the Gospel requires conformity to Christ as He is present and active on earth. Where could he find this presence of Christ?

The young rector found himself reading the (Apologia Pro Vita Sua) of John Henry Newman. Newman's reasons for becoming Catholic struck him and filled him with a certain uneasiness, but also a profound interest. He sought out an old seminary teacher, soon to become bishop, who advised him to stay away from that "dangerous book." But he did not take the advice; instead he read it again. "When I read Newman's Apologia it seemed to me that just change the names and places, and it was rather what I was seeing around me."

"God is light; there is no darkness in him at all" (IJn. 1:5). The Holy Spirit was moving George Rutler to seek a full and firm foundation for his service to Christ. As this inspiration increased, his desire for a successful and amiable life in the rectory decreased. He saw himself more and more as someone called to preach the Gospel, and to embody that Gospel in his own life. He gave up the idea of marriage and joined the Oratory of the Good Shepherd, an international union of Anglican clergy who have a common rule of prayer and meet annually for a retreat in an English university or monastery. He was now prepared to dedicate himself totally to seeking God's will, and leading others to Him.

Nevertheless, he was surrounded by a spirit of capitulation. In 1976 the Anglican Communion voted to permit the ordination of women. He found himself confronted with a harsh reality: "Via Media", or "Middle Road" of Anglicanism was dying. As he watched the sand being washed away from under the edifice of the Episcopal Church, his eyes turned toward the Church of Rome, and the Rock upon which it is built. "Simon, son of John, do you love me" (Jn. 21:17)? On a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, he spent a night by the Sea of Galilee thinking of those words. Objections to the primacy of the See of Peter seemed to fade in the light of the glowing witness that Peter had given, and was still giving to the integrity of the Gospel, an integrity his own Church had abandoned. "If it were wrong to have a Pope," he thought to himself, "it had to be very wrong that he should be so right."

"Still he remained with his parish, convinced at the time that he could not abandon the flock entrusted to his care. After nine years, he had baptized and buried many, and there were countless friends. Soon, however, it became apparent to him that even his parish was slipping away. The Episcopal bishop had set up a collection to raise funds for a "counseling center" that was involved in promoting abortion. The young rector could not in conscience participate; it was obvious to him that abortion is the killing of innocent human life. The parish vestry, however, was willing to permit the collection to be taken; to take a stand against it would have been to violate the status quo, and that would have been most unpleasant indeed.

Meanwhile the remnants of the Oxford Movement had a voice in its century-old organization called the American Church Union. The ACU served as a national "umbrella" group for high church loyalists as well as for congregations that were splitting away from the Episcopalian structure. One important component of their efforts was the establishment of a journal called the (New Oxford Review). Rutler became increasingly involved in the ACU and began to write for the journal, which adopted a new name at a conference held in Rosemont.

Thus in 1978, after having been elected national president of the American Church Union, he was able to resign the Rectorship at Rosemont. (Affectionate ties with Rosemont still remain, and a marker in the church commemorates the years that Fr. Rutler served there.) He was "be ambitious for the higher gifts" (ICor. 12:31). The vision of the Gospel — the generosity and universality of the redemption of Christ — is much deeper, much more relevant, much more permanent than any superficial conformity to the standards of the day. Jesus is more radical than that; more daring and less subject to passing whim or established etiquette. "I stopped looking for what is correct," he reflects, "and began seeking what is holy.

"The new president of the ACU, was convinced that the organization should consolidate all disaffected Episcopalian groups and make a collective submission to the See of Peter. The ACU, however, composed of many bishops and thousands of clergy and laity, was in disagreement about the direction of its future, and its president realized that God was calling him to make his submission alone.

It was not any easy decision to make; Rutler felt a deep sense of loyalty to the people who looked to him for leadership within the ACU He also knew, however, that the truth had called him - that "any future determination of my life's work should be measured by nothing other than its harmony with the will of the Holy Spirit."

"That Spirit was now speaking in bright terms to anyone willing to listen, revealing the power and reliability of the Holy See, the guarantee of the voice of the Spirit and of the unity He ensures. A new Pope had been chosen in the fall of 1978; a man who had endured all the evils of the 20th century — atheism, fascism, communism — and who had proclaimed the Gospel in the midst of them with humility and genius. Karol Wojtyla was an inspiring choice, uniquely prepared to preach the word of God to this age with the authority of Christ. "It was quite clear that the Holy Spirit was doing something miraculous," George William Rutler recalls, "and I wanted to be a little part of it."

"In the one Spirit we were all baptized" (ICor. 12:13). In September of 1979 he approached Terence Cardinal Cooke, Archbishop of New York, and requested to be received in the Roman Catholic Church. Rev. Rutler did not know what would constitute his service within the Catholic Church, or if he could even be a priest, but he knew that he wanted to be a shepherd. It had become almost an instinct for him to lead, and that instinct now manifested itself as a call to share in the priesthood of Christ, to possess a priesthood that had direct contact with the Body of Christ, immersed in and offering His sacrificial love.

On September 28, 1979, George Rutler embraced the fullness of the Christian life in union with the Body of Christ, formally entering the Catholic Church in a private ceremony at St. Patrick's Cathedral. As he awaited his first communion in the Mass that evening, he reflected upon the reading from the Old Testament appointed for that day. The prophet Haggai proclaims: "The silver is mine, and the gold is mine, says the Lord of Hosts. The latter splendour of this house shall be greater than the former, says the Lord of Hosts; and in this place I will give prosperity, says the Lord of Hosts" (Haggai 2:8-9).

This indeed was a familiar passage; it was the text of the first sermon hehad preached at his installation as Rector in Rosemont. The call of the Holy Spirit was consistent, and assured him that all the gifts God had given him as an Anglican had not been lost; rather they had been fulfilled at last. The Church that had at once seemed so foreign was now seen as home, and he knew that nothing he had left was greater than the mystery that lay ahead of him. With this in mind, George Rutler rose from the pew and approached his Eucharistic Lord.

Cardinal Cooke was determined that his new convert should pursue the Catholic priesthood. Sent to Rome to fulfill any requirement that might stand between him and ordination, "Mr" Rutler found himself in a curious position. Living in the North American priests' residence, he watched the others say Mass and hoped for the day he could join them. Formerly he had had a staff and a large residence on Fifth Avenue; by contrast his new room in Rome had a bare lightbulb and a broken window with an obscured view. Yet this was a glimpse of the joyful detachment that brings a man close to Christ, the poverty that makes saints. "The Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head" (Mt. 8:20).

For two years George Rutler studied theology in Rome during which time hewas ordained a deacon. Then he returned to New York to answer the call of Cardinal Cooke. This bishop, who possessed the full and authentic commission given by Christ to his apostles, stretched forth his hands and communicated that commission to Fr. Rutler. An eternal priesthood — instituted not by mere men but by God Himself — took hold in his soul. Back in Rome, he completed his doctoral studies, finishing the thesis on Newman that he had begun at Oxford. The holy Cardinal who had captured his attention, pricked his conscience, and enlightened his mind was present once again as his journey reached its summit.

Fr. Rutler returned to the United States and began his service in the Archdiocese of New York. The whole of his life experience had taught him a great deal about the challenge of Christian life and the manner in which that challenge should be presented to all kinds of people. And now he had the power of the sacramental and preaching ministry; he was the hands of Christ, reaching forth to bind the wounds of His sheep. "l will feed them with good pasture . . ." (Ez. 34:14).

As associate pastor in Bronxville, New York he found himself very happily in a teaching position... with the kindergarten class of the parish school. A year later, he was assigned to Our Lady of the Victory Church near Wall Street, a church that provides the Eucharist and many hours of confessions daily for the businessmen, stockbrokers, and bankers who makeup the financial district. Here Fr. Rutler, whose preaching ability began to be widely recognized, had an opportunity each day to proclaim the Good News of Salvation to some of the most influential people in the world.

Furthermore he was able to make that salvation available — to communicate its power — through the Sacrament of Reconciliation. Fr. Rutler is convinced of the central importance of this healing ministry in the life of a priest: "a priest should never spend more time eating in any given day than he does hearing confessions." Spiritual food for others, he reasons, is more important than ordinary food for oneself.

In order to draw men to repentance — to the conversion of heart that begins and sustains one's life in Christ — they must be moved to seek the life of God. Fr. Rutler observes that many of the younger generation - who are now assuming places of importance in business and professional fields - have grown up selfish and indulged, without a sense of sacrifice and without adequate instruction in the Faith. Thus, when Fr. Rutler approaches the church pulpit he aims to break people out of the "secularism" that they have ingested during the course of their daily lives without even realizing it. When this contact has been made, he can begin to instruct, and to challenge people with the demands — and the splendor — of sanctity.

He observes that "when the new generation comes into contact with the authentic teaching and the interior life of the Church, it is a revolutionary discovery, even if they consider themselves to have been Catholic all along." This sense of discovery, which has guided and shaped his own life, also forms and directs his preaching mission.

"And men from the east and west, from north and south, will come to take their places at the feast in the Kingdom of God" (Lk. 13:29). This mission above all centers on the universal vocation to holiness. Fr. Rutler sees the call to live God's life in fullness and fervor as one of the key themes of the Second Vatican Council, and the foundation of the whole renewal of the Church. The lay people must be respected as full members of the Church, truly the People of God who are called completely and without compromise to a share in the Promised Land of God's Kingdom. "Too many priests, because we are sinners, are embarrassed at telling people they have to be saints," Fr. Rutler notes. Yet the call to sanctity is the cornerstone of the dignity of the lay person. A priest who fails to preach this message inevitably takes a patronizing attitude towards the laity.

Fr. Rutler sees this kind of attitude behind a false type of "clericalism" that infects the way many people view roles within the Church. Too often the priesthood is perceived solely in terms of a bureaucratic professionalism rather than as the task of making present the salvific ministry of Jesus. Fr. Rutler notes that when priests are considered the "professionals" of the Church, it appears as though the only worthwhile task in the service of the Gospel is priestly work. Thus in previous times lay people were not sufficiently encouraged to seize hold of their own role in the life of the Church, while in the contemporary situation some priests think that in order to involve the people in the Church they have to put them at the altar doing specifically priestly functions. Both attitudes, Fr. Rutler insists, deny the value of the unique task of the laity to evangelize the world from within.

"... by one man's obedience many will be made righteous" (Rom. 5:19). Fr. Rutler is determined to inform all of his priestly activities with that sense of the universal call to holiness, linked as it is to the universal mission of the Church of Jesus Christ. He has recently begun auniversity chaplaincy and now lives at St. Agnes Church on 43rd Street in Manhattan. Here he encounters a wide variety of business people as well as the whole range of society that passes through the busy life of mid-town Manhattan on any given day. The variety and richness of experience in his own life enables him to reach out to a diverse community, and his own spiritual journey has invested him with a keen insight into the mystery of the Church and its significance in the lives of everyone. "It is hardly enough to say 'I obey the Pope.' We have to be taught to love the Pope, to love the Church," he says.

This love for the Church, springing forth from a profound love for Jesus Christ, is the fruit of Fr. Rutler's search and the center of his experiences, his apostolate, his witness. From the Ivy league and Episcopalianism to Rome and the Rock of Peter to a world that longs for the message of salvation, Fr. Rutler has followed and continues to follow the spirit of Christ; he has been summoned to embrace the unity of the Church, to foster that unity, and to deepen that unity. The holiness that Fr. Rutler seeks for himself and for the people in his care finds its source in the unity which is Christ, whose presence is the strength and the guarantee of the life of God's people.

Chapter 7 of "Fishers of Men" published by Trinity Communications in 1985
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