Going Down Memory Lane

 When I was reflecting yesterday, I basically gave an entire background of my history in the little town of Kirby, WV, as a kid.  That has been sort of my state of mind lately, as I have been reflecting on a lot of things, and some of it even shows up in my dreams at night now.  One thing I have really reflected on is how I have been retracing steps over the past 20 years.  It seems like I have been going back to places I lived before - for instance, take now, when 51 years after I went to kindergarten on the west side of Baltimore, I am now sitting in the middle of the east side of the city.  Back then, I had very little familiarity with the east side of town, as our family primarily settled in the areas of Irvington and Pigtown on the west side, along with a whole population of West Virginians who came to Baltimore after World War II as a result of the "Hillbilly Highway."  At one time, our family was part of what was probably one of the biggest ethnic groups in the city, as Appalachian-Americans dominated a lot of communities here.  Of course, in the ensuing years as the various families - including mine - raised their families and earned their comfortable lives, many either moved out to the suburbs or retired back home in West Virginia where they could afford it at that point.  Even today, I would estimate that within 12 miles of where I am sitting right now I probably have about 20 or so cousins.   Many of them are from my generation, and a large number of them were born and raised here over the past couple of generations - of all my cousins that live within that close proximity of me, I would say I am more than likely the only one who was actually born in West Virginia who is still alive.  I was also raised there as well, although a few of the cousins like to present the image of being "mountain men," but they are in reality Marylanders by birth and by culture.  I am unfortunately not really close to any of my cousins that live here, and that is truly unfortunate as it would be nice to have that family infrastructure.  But, they don't care about me, they never really got to know me, and at this point all of us are in our 50s now so it really does not even matter anymore.  They essentially have their lives, and although they know full well I live here, none of them have really reached out to me since I have been here.  So, that is their choice and I will respect it.  Imagine though if I all of a sudden inherited millions of dollars though - I would wager every damn one of them would be trying to knock down my door.  Money has a strange way of grabbing attention, but too bad that some people - even blood relatives - only see dollar signs and not the person their own family is.  I have come to terms with that, and shortly I will talk about how.  First though, I wanted to reminisce a little about how I remember Baltimore when I was a kid, as it is indeed much different now than it was then.

Not too long ago, I watched Gordon Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares and an episode that focused on a small eatery not too far from where I am at now called Cafe Hon.  Although Cafe Hon is now closed, it used to be located in a neighborhood just west of here called Hampden, which consists of a population of Hopkins students and hipsters and is part of what is called the "White Butterfly" area of the city.  Hampden is just west of the Johns Hopkins University campus, and back in the day a significant population of Appalachian people lived there.  The owner of Cafe Hon, Denise Whiting, was trying to recapture some of that "old Bawlmore" charm starting with the name of the establishment, Cafe Hon.  For those who have been acquainted with Baltimore for many years, the word "Hon" is a term of endearment (it is short for "honey") that owes a lot to the Appalachian population that settled here in the 1940s and 1950s thus making Baltimore essentially the unofficial capital of West Virginia then.  However, Denise made a fatal error in judgment when she tried to trademark the term, and it caused a mess which was the focus of Ramsay's visit some 20 years ago.  Luckily that got straightened out, and Denise regained some social credit as a result.  Another thing Denise did too was encourage the classic "Baltimore chic" look with her waitresses - this included bob and beehive hairdos and the cat-eye glasses, also attributed to some degree to the West Virginians and western Marylanders that lived in the area then.  To be honest, that was what I remembered back in the day too, as there is something strangely comforting about that - it reminds me of my aunts and other relatives who lived here then.  It was also reflected in the cuisine - when one thinks classic Baltimore food, one thinks comfort - stuff such as fried chicken, deep-fried oysters, slow-cooked pot roast, meat loaf, and other delicacies like that.  Of course, Baltimore then was also a sort of cross-fertilized culture hub too, and thus the pizzas here then were one of a kind as well.  For many of us who were kids back in the 1960s and 1970s, that was the Baltimore we remembered.  Since moving back here a couple of years ago, I have seen regrettably little of that classic Baltimore food here - even Cracker Barrel does a better pot roast and meat loaf than most places here do.  Now, all you see is soul-food shacks, and the sanitary conditions of those places are questionable at times.  Whereas back in the day it was Gino's who was the biggest fried chicken place, today the new chicken monopoly here is Hip Hop Chicken and Fish.  I actually do like Hip Hop's chicken, but it isn't the same as the fried chicken Baltimore used to be noted for.  And, instead of taking advantage of those succulent Chesapeake Bay oysters here, many Baltimore seafood places in town now opt for the cheaper and lesser-quality Florida Gulf oysters I used to see in Florida when I lived there - that is tragic as well too.  But it isn't just a food thing unfortunately - the urban blight as I am seeing neighborhoods that look crappy with abandoned row houses and littered streets, as well as the polarizing political radicalization and even the Catholic Church seems to be in a state of decay here.  In recent years, the various sex abuse scandals have bankrupted the Archdiocese of Baltimore and as a result many churches have closed (one sadly has been converted into a microbrewery on the east side of town) and there is a disconnect and apathy on the part of clergy here that makes a visitor to a Catholic parish here feel like an invasive goat turd in a punchbowl.  I first became attracted to Catholic spirituality in Baltimore as a kindergartener back in 1975, but after being here two years, I have decided that perhaps there are other expressions of the Catholic faith to explore that don't require blind obedience to politicians in robes in the Vatican.  My faith has suffered, and I now feel spiritually malnourished.  At some point I will talk about some decisions I have come to, but suffice to say, the past two years have been eye-opening for me.  I am noticing this discussion is starting to take a dark turn, so let's bring it back. 

One of the saddest things is the lack of family cohesion, which I have alluded to before.  After going through a divorce and then losing both my parents over the past six years, I am feeling very alone right now.  Thankfully, despite the divorce Barbara and I are still close, and she is essentially my family right now - we will never be romantically connected again and we are OK with that, but that doesn't mean we cannot be friends either.  Barbara has more or less become the sister I never had, and I am very thankful for her - we look out for each other now, and although the dynamic in our relationship has baffled some, there are others who see it as a sign of maturity and strength on our part. I don't worry about the talk and gossip that may ensue over anything that relates to us, and neither does Barbara - we are in a good place with each other, and that is what matters.  And, I am also seeing someone else at this point, and I think it is time to reveal a bit about that.  

In July 2022, about a year after our divorce was finalized and the Church was granting us an annulment, I decided I didn't want to spend the rest of my life alone, so I began to look for a potential soulmate.  One thing that has always endeared me for years was the simple charm and irresistible beauty of the Filipina, and that is where I started my search.  After a few months of unsuccessful attempts, I eventually heard from a very sweet Filipina in the city of San Jose del Monte, which is in the Bulacan Province on the island of Luzon just outside metro Manila, and her name was Azenith.  Azenith was at the time 39 years old, had never been married but had been through a bad relationship (which did produce one blessing, a sweet daughter named Amirah) and she was looking for someone, in her own words that she "can grow old with."  Something about her drew me, and a few days after we met we decided to pursue a relationship.  Four years later, we are still in a strong relationship and very much in love - to me, Azi (as I affectionately call her) is the most beautiful and sweetest woman, and I thank God for her every day.  Every morning we message each other, telling each other "I love you," and she is always fussing about my health, whether I eat enough, etc.  However, it has been a bit challenging for us - a long-distance relationship between a couple when they are a half a world apart tends to test the limits of love, and we both feel that daily but we still love each other.  I am hoping in the next year or so to get over there finally to see her in person, and it would also be a good time to begin preparations for a more serious commitment - I have already asked her to marry me, and she very happily said yes.   And, after four years, it is time to actually meet and be together too - we both long for that.  So, if God wills, in the near future a trip to the Philippines may be happening.  I was a bit hesitant to share this, but we do already have a few of our close friends who know already, and Barbara is excited for us too - she wants to be Azi's maid of honor!  I wanted to share that as I feel as if God is going to create a new family dynamic to replace the broken one I had in the past, and I am excited about that too.  This is the first time I have shared openly about this, but I figured after four years it is time.  And, that leads to another dimension of my reflections.

While it is good to reminisce about the good aspects of one's past, it also is integral to build a future too. I feel that with Azi - and the extra blessing of a daughter named Amirah - something new is about to happen, and I am ready for that.  This is not only a new chapter in our family legacy, but a new volume of the work itself.  My and Azi's future will redefine the legacy of both sides of my family in a new way, and I think it is a new volume of history that is long overdue.  Things happen for a reason, as God leaves nothing to chance, and none of this is accidental.  So, what needs to happen here is not demolishing the past, but instead taking what can be salvaged from it and creating something new and beautiful that will change a course our family has been on for several generations.  It is long overdue in all honesty, and I am about making that happen.  Of course, I don't know exactly what that will mean yet, but all in good time, and more importantly, in God's time.  Often to preserve a legacy, you have to do an extensive renovation on it to rebuild what has decayed and has caused problems, and the old, rotten wood needs to be discarded and replaced with something more durable.  This too will be a process, but I think at this stage in my life it is a process I am excited to get on with.  

I have shared a lot - and I mean a lot! - in this reflection today, but there is something liberating about finally revealing a few things I wanted to reveal for so long.  Please pray for me as I begin this new stage in my life as the dust clears from the last few years, and thank you in advance to those of you who have been supportive of a lot of things I have come up against in the past few years too - there are some individuals who really shined in a time when I was facing a lot of uncertainty, and one that immediately comes to mind is my cousin Elvira.  Elvira is I would say about a 5th or 6th cousin on my mother's side, and we have been in touch for about 7 years and she is also like a sister to me.  Like myself, she has been through a lot, and likewise we have helped each other out on occasion when we needed it.  I was the only member of our immediate branch of the family, as a matter of fact, that even went to her wedding in 2019, and I was glad I did - Elvira is a real gem, and I love her like a sister.  She needs prayers too now though, as she has had a few health challenges recently, and being she is still young yet and has a good life ahead of her, I am praying God touches her and restores her health to where it should be.  Elvira and a handful of other people have been Godsends to me, and I am thankful for each and every one of them, and for a good parish church, St. James the Greater in Charles Town, WV.  If any man could be made a saint while still living, I would advocate for Fr. Timothy Grassi who pastors there for the honor.  Good people make a huge difference in the lives of many, and I have known some of the best with Barbara, my cousin Elvira, and Fr. Grassi.  May God be with and bless them all.

Thank you for allowing me to share a few things that were deeply personal today, and I will see you next time.  As much as I have been writing, do not be surprised if I maybe have one other discussion here this week!  I will see you all next time. 

Reaching the End of The Summer

 As I am writing this, it is August 20th - in all honesty, this summer has flown by, my goodness!  But, when I was doing some reflection today on my childhood and teenage years, one thing that is evident is change happens, for better or for worse.  Although the past few days have been somewhat busy, I do have a bit of breathing room and will often take a look at something that stokes the memory archives a bit, and today I decided to take a little "journey" to where I spent a large part of my childhood, the town of Kirby, WV.  In all honesty, I could not believe how really different it looked there, so I wanted to talk about that a bit.

Ever since I was a kid, I loved maps - I could take an atlas, study it for hours, and then I could find almost anything.  With the 21st century now in full swing, the atlas books we used to have are almost a thing of the past - they still sell them, but with everyone going electronic the new thing is Google Maps.  Personally, I love Google Maps - it takes you to street views, and you can sort of "drive" through communities without even leaving your desk.  Every so often, I like to do that with places I have lived in the past, just to see what they look like now.  Today, I decided to check out Kirby to see what happened there.  

I want to take you back first to Kirby in the year 1982 - I was 13 then, and had already lived there two years, and it was not an overly populated place but it had a small town vibe.  Cox's Store was the central part of the town, and it was where the general store, post office, and the event venue for the community was located.  Owned by Lincoln and Nellie Cox since 1940, the store was really much older as it dated back to the late 1800s and is somewhat of a local landmark.  Back in the day, it stayed pretty busy too - a group of 20-something young guys from the surrounding countryside gathered out there almost every night to socialize and do other things (I never was particularly thrilled with that, as often they liked to target me for harassment as a young kid too), and during the day a lot of the older folks around the area - one of note being old Mr. Donahue who lived a couple of miles away - would come and sit in the store and just socialize with Nellie as she operated the store.  The place was not exactly downtown Baltimore, but it stayed pretty busy.  The rest of the town consisted of approximately 7 mobile homes, the Grassy Lick School where most of us went to elementary school then, the American Legion Hall where Lincoln Cox was the local commander, the Baptist church on the other side of the bridge that spanned Grassy Lick Run, and about 6 other houses (including the Coxes, who lived right across the street from the store).   Additionally, Lincoln Cox had a few utility sheds near the creek, and his son-in-law Dean Westfall had a small pigpen between where we lived and the school.  In behind the trailers for a short time was a landfill where the local "wino," John Haines, took care of burning everyone's garbage.  We lived in the trailer then that was at the far end of that park, bordering a small culvert that separated our yard from the Westfall corn field.  On the main road just above our house there was a row of hazelnut trees that I used to harvest from abundantly - I got a lot of hazelnuts in the Fall off of them, and in the summer they also housed a huge population of stick insects (walking sticks) and the occasional praying mantis I caught that would hunt them.   That essentially was the tiny town of Kirby, which at one time probably had around 50 residents within the corporate limits and perhaps a couple of hundred more a few miles out in the countryside that utilized the post office there.  While those years were largely probably some of the poorest I had ever experienced, they had their good points too and it was in reality in Kirby that I sort of discovered my identity and would be shaped into the person I am today.  I have talked about some aspects of that upbringing before - how I discovered my love of vintage music, and also how I used to play in Grassy Lick Run catching hogsuckers for the dog and also trying to capture small sculpins down in those large rocks near the bridge.  Kirby was not all bad, in other words, but I did face some adversities that many kids my age could never imagine, and the other neighborhood kids were pretty much in the same situation.  As we all grew older, we scattered to the four winds and did our own thing; a couple unfortunately are no longer with us.  As we began to drift away from Kirby in the late 1980s and early 1990s, the town began to sort of die with the exit of many of its residents, and when the Coxes finally passed away in the late 1990s and early 2000s, the store, school, and other venues around the area would close and the town would essentially be a ghost of its former self.  Nothing was more apparent about that then when I did a little Google Maps excursion there today.

As mentioned, the store closed years ago, and the school closed in the early 2000s, so by that point there was not much left.  The nearest towns were some distance away - Augusta was about 15 miles to the northeast, and Romney, the county seat, was almost 25 miles away.  Therefore, the next actual town over was nearby Rio, and as Kirby went into decline Rio assumed much of the business that Cox's Store once generated.  Today, Rio is pretty much like it was 40 years ago, as the local "Rio Mall" where I originally got my first vinyl items in my music collection, is still doing a very lucrative business and a few other stores have opened up there now too.  But, not so Kirby.  When I did the "street view" feature on Google Maps, it zoomed in on Grassy Lick Road at the intersection of Grassy Lick and Rock Oak Roads, where the old store is.  Moving north on Grassy Lick Road, the first thing I noticed was the big field where 7 mobile homes used to be - they were apparently moved out years ago, and even the culvert that bordered our old yard there was obscured by encroaching brush.  The Westfall corn field is no longer there either, although I did notice those hazelnut bushes are still growing.  The place is now stark in how different it looks, and I was frankly shocked.  While about 7 years ago we had driven through there as Mom wanted to take a drive that way, and the trailers were gone then too, it still was a bit to absorb seeing that even that old apple tree that used to be in front of the house was taken out as well - I remember those apples well too.  The apples that grew on that tree were big, but they were also very tart.  They were good apples for pies or apple butter, but not for just eating.  However, that often did not stop me from occasionally grabbing one off the lower branches of the tree when I could reach them.  I also remember that tree when my best friend Ralph was teaching me to ride a bike then - I ran it into that tree!  Interesting how I remember small details like that, but that is the credit of writing a journal all these years too.  Now that I think of it, there were two trees in that large meadow that served as a courtyard for us there - one was the aforementioned tree in front of our house, and the other one was at the other end of the field, on a path that we wore going down to the store then.  That tree marked the fence line for the Cox's house as well then (and even that fence is gone now!).   I did notice the two large sycamore trees that were in the back yard are still there though - they loomed tall over the spot where the old trailer used to be at the far end of the culvert.  The Google Maps street view feature is updated for April 2026, meaning that as I am writing this that was four months ago.  Also, and quite strangely, the outline of the access road to our old park as well as the driveway to our house can still be plainly seen too.  On the edge of that was a large shrub that the local kids I hung out with and I called our "fort bush," and I noticed it was still there too, although much bigger than it was then.  A large field still divides what used to be Westfall's corn field from the Grassy Lick School, and since the school closed the local folks repurposed that as a community center now, essentially serving the purpose that Cox's Store used to.  As much as I marveled at the Upper Potomac ghost towns like Kempton and Bayard closer to my home area of Tucker County, Kirby too has become essentially a ghost town in real time, and oddly, it is quite a surreal feeling to see that a place where you spent 6 years of your childhood and early teens is now basically just a collection of a few houses and nothing else.  I often wonder if others I knew from those days feel the same way?  That would be worth exploring.  I suppose at this point I should give a little history behind Kirby and how it came into existence, as I am a historian after all!

Recently, I had the fortune of finding a copy of a book entitled Historic Hampshire (Parsons, WV: McClain Printing Company, 1976).   It is an older history book of the county, and different individuals contributed to it.  Lincoln Cox actually wrote a very good historical overview of Kirby in it, and as he notes beginning on page 388, the area had some documentation of explorers dating back at least until the 1790s.  Many of these early White adventurers (and later settlers) were called "Long Hunters" according to both Cox as well as a short essay by Eileen Hott and Betty Racey in a later book published called Hampshire County, WV: 1754-2004 (Romney, WV: The Hampshire 250 Committee, 2004) on pages 63-64.  Curiosity about how the place got its name though comes from the late Hamill Kenney in his West Virginia Place Names: Their Origin and Meaning, Including the Nomenclature of the Streams and Mountains (Piedmont, WV: The Place Name Press, 1945), who notes on page 353 that the name was attributed to one of its earliest postmasters.  I had always wondered about why the creek there was called Grassy Lick Run, and fortunately Lincoln provided the answer in his history of the area - apparently it took its origin from the "lick springs" of the areas (which also produced minerals like salt from the depths of the earth too, which served as a mineral source for deer and other wildlife, hence a "lick") meaning places where local fauna gathered to drink, and in this particular area there was also a lush abundance of grassy meadows, hence the name "Grassy Lick."  As prey animals were drawn to areas like that, it would also draw hunters as well, given the close proximity Kirby has to both Short Mountain and Nathaniel Mountain, which are still to this day popular hunting areas.  This is where both early American Indian tribes as well as White "Long Hunter" settlers were attracted, and in time settlements like Kirby sprang up.  As the old Cox's Store also served as a post office back then too, it was established in 1864 probably by some guy named Kirby, as Kenney proposed, and the genesis of the town dates to that.  This means Kirby came into being as a community after West Virginia became its own state a year earlier.  In my high school years later, I would also live close to a similar type of water source in Preston County called Salt Lick, so at least 10 years of my life were spent near places with the name "lick!"  This is by no means an exhaustive history of Kirby at all, nor is it meant to be as I probably left out a few details, but you get the idea anyway of how the place got its name.  That too solved a big personal mystery for me too, as learning about place names has become a sort of thing for me as a historian.  

As I read more about this, I will probably revisit it more later.  I do have a print-out of Kenney's book, but it is currently packed away, so when I get to a more permanent place soon I will dig that out any maybe find out who the mysterious postmaster "Kirby" was then, as I think he'll have that in his book. Reading Lincoln Cox's account of this makes me regret not talking to him more then, as I probably could have learned a thing or two.  However, relationships then were complex, and most of us saw Lincoln and Nellie as just our landlords and nothing more, as to many of us they were almost like feudal lords then who really didn't connect with the majority of us who were living at poverty level. Lincoln and Nellie both passed away years ago, but thankfully this is an aspect of his legacy that lives on, as well as the pictures one can find of him as a school teacher back in the day - he taught the 5th and 6th grades at Grassy Lick many years before I was even born, and that was his chosen profession after he completed an exemplary service as an officer in the military during World War II.  In retrospect, I appreciate Lincoln a lot more now than I did then, as it turns out he was actually very impressive.  Interesting enough, his daughter Beverly and three of his granddaughters also became educators as well.  One of the granddaughters is a principal at what I believe is a middle school in Morgantown, the second (her sister) teaches at a school in Virginia, and his youngest granddaughter is now an assistant principal at Hampshire High School in Romney.  While the girls radically differ with their grandfather (he was a die-hard political conservative who was influential in Republican politics in the county then, while the granddaughters are openly very much left-of-center in their political leanings) on ideological issues, they do carry on his legacy.  While he never directly influenced me as an educator myself, I actually can study his legacy and learn some good things from that too.  I often wonder what he would think now if I could talk to him as Dr. Thrower instead of that poor skinny local kid who checked mail once a day then at the store?  I do still talk to his daughter Beverly on occasion - she herself is retired now and is living a peaceful life in a house that is perched on the ridge just above where we used to live years ago.  Beverly, like so many of us, has mellowed too - time does that - so it is good to be connected to her too.  That is, as long as she doesn't hold it against me for stealing corn out of her field when I was a kid! 

Those were just some random thoughts I wanted to share here today, and I am hoping to write more stuff like this in months to come.  Thanks again for joining me, and will see you next time. 

A Positive Side of Philosophy

 When I was researching information on both proportionalism and MTD, I also came across something else that piqued my interest because in all honesty I agree with it.  It is found in Evangelical scholar Norman Geisler's book Christian Ethics, and although he is going to attribute this to a Reformed perspective, it is actually more of an Augustinian/Thomistic view as well and thus is compatible with Magisterial teaching.  The idea under discussion is called graded absolutism, and it does help make some clarifications on some tough choices we may or may not encounter.  But first, let me talk about Dr. Geisler.

Norman Geisler is a sort of household name among American Evangelical Protestants because he is one of their preeminent scholars.  In all honesty, his work is actually good, and his books on ethics, like this one, also can easily be utilized by Catholic and Orthodox people as well as there is much common ground.  Geisler is also one of those people who you know represents a balanced view of things too, and as far as Evangelical scholarship goes, he is very credible.  As an undergrad at Southeastern University, some of Geisler's work was required text for some classes, and therefore I am quite familiar with him.  While obviously I don't necessarily agree 100% with everything he may believe, I found a lot more common ground with him when it comes to ethical issues than I found differences, and that is why I am going to use his work here to talk about this concept of graded absolutism.  There is a lot to cover, so I am going to hone in on the basics of the chapter he devotes to it in his book just to undergird my own thoughts on the subject.

So, what is graded absolutism?  On pages 96 and 97 of his book, Geisler talks about moral absolutism, and he identifies three types:

1. Unqualified Absolutism - This view essentially means that no exceptions to a moral issue are to be considered.  You can't lie about anything, and stealing is out of the question.  Geisler associates this view with the more Old-Order Anabaptists, especially in regard to pacifism. 

2. Conflicting Absolutism - Essentially this means that one may have to do something messy that conflicts with Christian morality out of necessity.  While Geisler associates this with Lutheran tradition in particular, I would go a bit further by saying that it also applied to some Christian rulers of late antiquity and the Middle Ages - take the Emperor Constantine for instance, who despite having a conversion to and preference for Christianity, he still had to do unsavory things throughout his reign,  The way he reconciled this was to put off an actual baptism until the very end of his life.  This also has some Machiavellian undercurrents to it as well. 

3. Graded Absolutism - What Geisler means by this is essentially that at times we may have to do something that is morally conflicting in order to accomplish a greater good.  Two of the most noted examples of this includes how some Christian abolitionists help free Black slaves during the days of the Underground Railroad - this involved a risk of breaking civil property law, as well as some forging of papers to help people, but ultimately the greater good end took precedent over the more contradictory means.  The other example was of forged papers and armed resistance during World War II in Nazi Germany, which saved the lives of thousands of Jews as well as liberation of some lands like France by armed resistance which often had the blessing of a local religious leader.   While Geisler classified this as more of a Reformed Protestant perspective (and in Calvin's Institutes, it is advocated), in reality it also could be the conclusion drawn from reading people such as St. Augustine and St. Thomas Aquinas as well, particularly in regard to situations such as "just war" theory or capital punishment.  

Geisler too notes that this existed to some degree in Augustine's writings, and he notes on page 97 that Augustine has three key points in regard to what graded absolutism is:

1. There is a hierarchy of virtues

2. Moral duties sometimes conflict

3. There is no culpability for obedience in doing the higher thing.

That is basically some of the takeaways I wanted to share from Geisler's chapter, as there is a lot more - perhaps one day when I get a print copy of his book I will explore and revisit this more.  This is going to provide an underpinning for what I am about to share at this point. 

First, an example and a story.  My good friend Stephen was a chaplain in the National Guard for many years, and due to an ideological issue that Biden pressed during COVID,  a bunch of bureaucratic higher brass - no doubt led by General Mark "Thoroughly Modern" Millie, a coward if there ever was one - targeted Stephen and so many others due to their political and religious views.  The main culprit that attacked Stephen was some officer named Ron Burkett, and the damage he did to Stephen (and probably others too) was catastrophic.  As a child of two Vietnam-era vets myself, I take this sort of thing seriously, as our military should have an honored place in our nation but oftentimes they are targeted and persecuted by idiots (usually on the Left) for just existing.  I totally sympathize with Stephen, but in a recent interview he really broke emotionally in regard to what this nasty, filthy coward of a military officer named Burkett did to him, and it was volatile!  However, I believe what Stephen demonstrated was graded absolutism, and therefore he did nothing wrong except being a human being with feelings who was at his limits.  And, there was also a righteous indignation in him, as I saw him not only expressing frustration for his own situation, but also for so many others who were targeted this way.  In the near future, Stephen is going to be publishing his own story about this, so I won't steal all his thunder here, but suffice to say his indignation was totally justifiable.  There may be some Christians who have a fourth form of absolutism called "faux absolutism" who will judge and fault Stephen for even using a couple of cusswords in his video, but I don't judge that - we are human, and yes, even on occasion I tend to utter an F-bomb if something upsets me, and I don't think that is going to consign me to the deepest pit of hell.  Besides, after I blow off steam, generally I quietly repent to God for it anyway and life goes on.  I think Stephen should be allowed that same grace too - after all, he served our nation honorably so I think he merits being able to vent a little.  Sometimes life can take us down some dark paths, and because we are concupiscent human beings and not perfect, we will have vulnerable moments. Anyone who says otherwise is lying.  Graded absolutism, I believe, is a way to deal with it and to make sense of it without compromising things.  But, even in history we see where graded absolutism was also a valid option, although at times it could be ugly.

Among the Church Fathers for instance, we have St. Athanasius of Alexandria, who is actually my confirmation saint.  St. Athanasius, in all the iconography and such, is depicted as almost angelic until you read some historic accounts - for instance, he beat the crap out of the heretic Arius for the damage done by the Arian heresy, and his disciple, St. Shenoute of Atripe, was equally volatile.  Even the famous St. Nicholas - who we like to depict as a mythological character called Santa Claus who doesn't even remotely resemble the real person - was known to clock someone upside the head if they upset him.  So you see, even saints had moments.  Even our Lord, Jesus Christ, actually horsewhipped a bunch of marketing hucksters in the Temple compound for doing what they were doing, and that is in the Gospels!  So next time you see that WWJD bracelet, perhaps the right thought comes into your mind when you want to horsewhip Joel Osteen for his nonsense when you see him on TV - that is probably what Jesus would have done too.  It means there is no culpability morally for doing the right thing, even if it takes a drastic action.  And, I will not even get into the stories of the class of saints called "Fools for Christ" (or Urodivi in Slavonic) - people thought they were a few drumsticks short of a bucket, but they had holy lives and many are canonized saints in both the East and the West.  We sometimes forget that as human beings, we are not angels, and thus perfection is not only not to be expected, but is also practically impossible.  But, even with our limitations, Jesus still loves us, and there is a certain comfort in that.  And, as a grace, he gifted us with the reality of graded absolutism to assure us that at times it is OK to risk doing something if it ultimately achieves a greater moral outcome.  That is graded absolutism in action.

A form of graded absolutism has been practiced by Christians without any moral qualms for centuries - from the tyrannical decrees of the Emperor Decius up to what has happened in recent decades in totalitarian and militantly Islamic lands - and in a way it is a defense mechanism that we have and there is no real sin involved if it is an act that preserves a family or a community.  But, I would argue that graded absolutism was not limited to just defensive action, as it could be offensive as well - the Crusades, for instance, were an offensive against Islamic colonialism that was persecuting other Christians.  Also, there is the story of Vlad the Impaler, the individual Bram Stoker's vampire character Dracula is based on.  I consider Vlad a hero because he took an offensive stance against a horde of barbaric Turks, and he didn't take prisoners - many of their barbecued corpses became the fuel source for candlelight dinners for him, and it sent a clear message.  As gruesome as some more sensitive individuals may find this, we owe Vlad a depth of gratitude - had it not been for his extreme actions, we might well be Muslim today, because the Turks would have taken larger parts of Europe.  Not only is it one dimension of graded absolutism in that an extreme action had a higher moral outcome, but it also was exactly what Aquinas meant by just war - cutting off the enemy at the source by acting offensively first may prevent a greater tragedy, as long as there are perimeters established.  Vlad, for instance, did not kill women and children - he took a preemptive strike against dangerous armed hordes who would have killed him just as ruthlessly had he not taken the initial offensive.  That preemptive strike may have saved civilization.  The same with Klaus von Stauffenberg during the Operation Valkyrie mission against Hitler during World War II - although Stauffenberg was unable to eliminate Hitler, it did show that there were brave German military officers willing to take a stand against something that was morally evil, and the way they saw fit to do that was by getting rid of the source of the problem.  For that, Hitler was shown too as the evil demonic psychopath he was, while Stauffenberg will be always immortalized as a hero (and given he was a devout Catholic as well, I think Stauffenberg was martyred and deserves canonization too).  If a law therefore is unjust, it is actually a moral imperative to defy it - the defiance may be carried out by extreme measures, but the end is the greater good.  I would say in that case, based on the moral just-war law of Aquinas and Augustine's teachings, there are a couple of stipulations for this:

1. A person who chooses to do this action cannot be coerced into it - it comes from their own free will and sense of duty.

2. Unless unintended, collateral damage to innocent people should be avoided.  The person carrying out an act of graded absolutist rationale is also doing this for those innocents too. 

3. One cannot be afraid of getting a little messy in doing the right thing - a justifiable homicide may happen, or some damage may result, but if it does it is fully circumstantial and not part of the actual plan. 

4. If an action like this happens, it must be thought out, and there needs to be a lot of prayer behind it - if there is a doubt or any uncertainty about it, then that just means it needs to be refined. 

When this is the domain of the military or law enforcement carrying out their duties, we remember also the verse in Scripture - blessed are the peacemakers - because law enforcement and military have the goal of making peace and keeping the peace.  "Peacemakers" are not skipping hippies with posies singing "Kumbaya," but are those people called to bring and maintain actual peace.  And, sometimes they wear a uniform.  This is why the whole "defund the police" crowd on the political Left are essentially immoral, because they don't want peace - they are following the opposite in many cases, a Nietzschean "struggle of will" mentality that seeks to bring anarchy and confusion to remake their own image of a utopian state, which oftentimes is the bigger nightmare (read Orwell's 1984 or Huxley's Brave New World, but also look what happened with regimes that started from that - the Bolsheviks, Nazis, Maoists, and every other totalitarian dictatorship started out that way).  In the case of a graded absolutist approach, no one should go looking for trouble, but we should always be prepared if it comes, and not just for us - we have our families, our neighbors, and our society as a whole to consider.  Again, to reiterate, don't go looking for trouble, but be prepared if it starts banging on your door.  

I thank you for enduring my ramblings on this topic, and much more can be said about it.  I will want to deep-dive it more once I read some more on it, but you get the idea.  A philosophical framework to our worldview is integral - philosophy is what we think, and theology is what we believe, and they are not in conflict.  Faith and reason are essential components in a balanced worldview, and it is time we stop trying to divorce them - that was the grave error of the Enlightenment, and thus it needs to be reversed in Christian thinking.  I will see you next visit. 

Dealing With Some Adverse Philosophies

 I am thinking about maybe developing this into a series, so we'll see where this goes first.  Today, I got my replacement copy of Christian Smith's and Melinda Denton's book Soul Searching: The Religious and Spiritual Lives of American Teenagers (New York: Oxford University Press, 2005).  I have touched some in the past on Smith's and Denton's analyses, but felt it was important to revisit them due to my own experiences teaching the past couple of years at a highly secularized Jesuit high school in Baltimore.  The key to this whole book is Chapter 4, which begins on page 118, and it deals with something called Moralistic Therapeutic Deism (hereafter referred to as MTD).  After compiling their findings based on a number of interviews, Smith and Denton crystalized MTD as essentially consisting of about 5 basic points in a creedal system that they list on pages 162-163.  Here are those five points:

1. A God exists who created and orders the world and watches over human life on earth.

2. God wants people to be good, nice, and fair to each other, which proponents believe summarizes the Gospels but also is a thread running through most world religions as well.

3. The central goal in life is to be happy and feel good about oneself.

4. God does not particularly need to be involved in one's life except when conveniently needed to resolve a problem.

5.  Good people go to heaven when they die.

A few things become evident about this whole thing, and one of them is that none of it is original.  You see things here drawn from universalism, traditional Deism, some New Thought (al a Oprah and Joel Osteen) ideas, and a hefty dose of postmodern automatism.  The basic way to summarize this mentality further is that God just is, and that we just need to be good people to ourselves and each other.  While it all sounds good, and indeed there is a bit of truth in some of it (such as objective principles of natural law) it is really not exactly Christian, but rather forms the foundation of a new faith tradition - a tradition essentially of anti-tradition, if you will.  It also forms the basis for some radical things we have been seeing in recent years regarding DEI policies in the workplace, the whole "woke" nonsense, and the quasi-Gnostic subjectivism of reality is what also enables people to identify as "transgender" and other stuff.  The problem with a system like this goes back to something fundamental I have beaten to death in many earlier discussions.  I will now pivot to that.

We established many times that you cannot have true faith without justice, and visa versa.  In the case of a faithless justice, the concept of justice becomes an arbitrary mantra that can be invoked to justify tyranny.  As I have said before, many of the worst tyrants in recent history have all shouted the word "justice" over and over, but then they perpetrated some of the worst atrocities in the history of humanity based on their version of "justice."  Oddly too, a lot of them to some degree utilized many of the things that comprise MTD,  Some - like Hitler - espoused a form of deism that at its root was pantheistic (the whole volkisch obsession with Blut und Boden, for example, was pantheistic at its core).  For this, Hitler's personal religious views were described by noted historian Richard Weikart as being essentially a utilitarian pantheist who used religious language when it suited him without believing in it - this has a moralistic quality that makes his audience feel good, because in Hitler's world the whole concept of "God" gets redefined as essentially the blood in one's veins and the soil one stands upon.  In many aspects, many of the MTD crowd are probably much closer to Hitler in their views than Jesus ever was, and when you add some other aspects of this - the Nietzschean "struggle of will" for instance - it has created the volatile political environment we see now in the early 21st century.  This is a reason why I have argued that National Socialism in Germany was more of a left-wing than a right-wing movement, and when you look at BLM, Antifa, and some other more terroristic movements we see today, there are some very stark similarities with the Freikorps in 1920s Germany. Now, they both even share a vitriolic antisemitism as well.  That should give us cause for alarm.  

While that would be the subject of a whole other discussion, let's get back to MTD for now.  I tend to agree with Dr. Albert Mohler's assessment of this when he wrote on it that "The casual 'whatever' that marks so much of the American theological and moral landscapes - adolescent and otherwise - is a substitute for serious and responsible thinking.  More importantly, it is a verbal cover for an embrace of relativism" (Albert Mohler, "Moralistic Therapeutic Deism: The New American Religion," at www.albertmohler.com/2005/04/11/moralistic-therapeutic-deism-the new-american-religion-2/  April 2005 - Accessed 8/7/2026).  What Dr. Mohler is saying essentially - and he is correct - is that none of this is new, but is rather the same prepackaged postmodern nonsense we have been seeing in culture for a while.  However, in the 21 years since both Smith's book and Mohler's article were authored, this has gone nuclear - the ideology that has MTD as its foundation is now called "wokeism," and it is the inevitable consequence of a growing ambivalence toward traditional values and moral absolutes.  It reduces God to basically a stage hand in human affairs, and in many ways it encapsulates much of what Spinoza and Machiavelli wanted to do with the status of religious faith.  So, it is an Enlightenment fruit. It also has ties to another term I wanted to introduce, that being the idea of proportionalism. 

Back when I was doing my Master's program at Steubenville, one of the books for a course I took was Christopher Kaczor's analysis of proportionalism, and unfortunately I lost that original book.  I will reorder Kaczor's book in the future because I feel it is a valuable resource to have, but for now I am going to rely on some other source material I found concerning the topic.  Proportionalism is a concept within moral theology which asserts that certain moral positions can be revised in lieu of their rightness or wrongness.  Later, I am also going to talk about graded absolutism as proposed by Evangelical scholar Norman Geisler, but the two are not the same despite similar questions each poses.  Proportionalism, if taken to its ideological conclusion, actually is the goal of what such writers as Antonio Gramsci and Herbert Marcuse, as well as the Frankfurt School, proposed as "cultural Marxism."  There is also a healthy dose of Herbert Spencer's social Darwinian theory as an undertow to this as well.  The more recent term coined for this is "critical theory," and it applies a similar mentality to proportionalism in that it seeks to revise what is "good" vs. what is "bad."  Combine that with some aspects of MTD, and you get a religion then which rewrites morality in such a way that now "gay marriage" and transgenderism are considered to be a "blessing" rather than as a propensity for sinful behavior, and it gets worse.  If then added to this volatile toxic recipe is a hefty dose of Nietzschean "supreme will" and "the struggle," you get anarchism that ushers in tyranny.  It is what we come back to about the concept of justice as well - if we divorce justice from faith and basic natural law (which was authored by God anyway, as natural law has a supernatural origin), we get something confusing, chaotic, and ugly.  In other words, the Democratic Socialists of America and their Antifa foot soldiers.  This is why there must be a set of absolutes in place, as there do need to be boundaries to all that.  So, in the next part of this, I will talk about what an actual perspective of absolutism entails, and it should clarify a few things about why many of us do oppose radical leftism now. 

Mid-Week

 I wasn't planning on writing again this soon, as it is mid-week and I don't often do this.  However, it is also hitting mid-August, which means the summer season is almost over.  While many people seem to be under the impression that summer ends around September 21st or something, in reality for me summer always starts on Memorial Day weekend and ends on Labor Day weekend.  Those two holidays, with Independence Day in the middle, anchor the summer season in my opinion.  While there may still be a few warm days extending even into early October, the actual summer season for me is wrapped up around Labor Day weekend.  The one thing I cannot fathom is how astronomically fast this summer has gone - I don't know why exactly, but June and July just sort of flew past.  Maybe it is just a symptom of getting older - who can say?  All I think though is how in hell did August creep up so fast??  

One of the things I did want to talk about today has to do with what I was discussing about that hilarious Charlene character I saw on YouTube this past weekend.  Looking at that got me thinking - for the vast majority of my life, I grew up either in the rural Appalachians (up until I graduated high school) or the South (where I lived for the following 27 years or so until moving back).  This means that "redneck culture" is somewhat imprinted on me whether I want it to be or not.  While I would probably be more like a Lewis Grizzard than I would a Larry the Cable Guy, the culture has indelibly left its mark.  It leaves its mark in the movies I like - some of my favorite movies, it turns out, are Steel Magnolias, Fried Green Tomatoes, Sling Blade, and practically anything with Larry the Cable Guy or Jim Varney (he created the iconic Ernest P. Worrell), and likewise some of my favorite TV viewing over the years has included shows such as Duck Dynasty, The Dukes of Hazzard, and Designing Women.  I also actually appreciate places like the Dollar General, and my favorite high-profile eateries are places like Cracker Barrel and Bojangles (best fried chicken ever in my opinion).  Likewise, if there is a roadside produce stand, a farmer's market, or a country general store, I am itching to visit it.  The culinary satisfaction of Slim Jims, Moon Pies, and green boiled peanuts also are guilty pleasures I have as well.  I do have some things I draw a line at though - I am not into casual sex humor, tattoos, drinking beer, or Southern rock or country music; those things I can do without.  But, not every person from my neck of the woods likes every single thing our local culture possesses either.  Because I prefer Guy Lombardo over ZZ Top does not mean I need to surrender my "hillbilly card," and because I prefer to wear casual boat shoes and khakis to cowboy boots and jeans doesn't revoke my roots either.  And, even as far as I try to get away from it, that West Virginia mountain boy still comes out - some guy on a bus one day even told me I "talked country," because I still have my drawl and that won't go anywhere.  This old boy may prefer to wear wing tips and fancy driving a 1928 canary-yellow Stutz Bearcat, but at heart I am still basically a "good ol' boy."  I would even go as far as to say the contradictory aspects of who I am vs. where I come from make me more distinctive.   And, that leads to a few other things I wanted to relate. 

I mentioned Bethany Bultman's 1996 book Redneck Heaven last time, and to be honest it is actually perhaps one of the best books on local culture I have ever seen.  And, she is not just a casual observer - she is a Southerner herself, and she also took the time to interview, befriend, and talk to people about things in that book. She has another book, Reflections of the South, that she published in 1991 which is good but not near as personable as Redneck Heaven.  It is from the back jacket flap of that earlier book that I wanted to give a bit of a bio on Bethany.  

Bethany Bultman, who was born and raised in Mississippi, is a career journalist who was published in a lot of prestigious magazines in the years leading up to these two very different books, and that gives her some credibility.  In the first book, her 1991 picture has her looking like the "New South" career woman who could fit easily into the cast of Designing Women.  However, five years later in Redneck Heaven, she looks very different - jeans and a Western shirt which frankly look good on her.  Bethany Bultman - who must be in her late 60s or early 70s now - is both of these images at once, and that makes her one thing; thoroughly Southern.  I respect that with her, as she embodies someone who can both shine with the class of a Scarlett O'Hara but also be as down-to-earth as a Dolly Parton.  I am wagering she may actually be a fascinating person to talk to.  She also illustrates that those of us from the region can both be successful yet at the same time not forget where they came from, and that is integral to being consistent.  In that part of the country, you will be more respected if you are consistent than if you try to hide your roots to look "sophisticated" with the people you want to kiss butt with, and then be the town kid people actually know you to be.  And, that leads me to something important to talk about.

Consistency and being real with who one is happens to be an asset - even in the upscale world of corporate hacks and goofy internet influencers, the average person wants others to be real with them, be themselves instead of manufacturing a persona that doesn't reflect reality.  The fickle, false facade of the "celebrity influencer" is frankly nauseating, and what is really ridiculous about that is that the powers-that-be perpetuate that image and recoil in disgust at someone just being themselves because it doesn't reflect perfection.  The problem with perfection is that it truly does not exist in this world - even the most pristine surfaces we see will often have miniscule blemishes because we live in a fallen world, and nothing is guaranteed perfect except God himself, but there is one notable exception to that.  It has to do with the concept of true love - if a man and woman love each other genuinely, that makes them perfect for each other, even with individual imperfections.  It is often said that "true love is blind," but in reality that is not accurate.  True love sees through the exterior and sees the real person, and if the chemistry is right, then that will be attractive to the person meant to be their soulmate.  We put too much emphasis in this world on supermodels, pornography, and other BS that touts a picture of "perfection," but it is deceptive.  If a guy is truly in love with a woman, her externals are not going to matter to him, because to him all he sees is the most beautiful creature God has created, and she sees that in him as well.  People around a couple may look at them and say shallow stuff like "what in hell does he see with her?" or "what does she see in that bum?"  They don't see what that couple sees in each other, so they would do well to shut up and mind their own business.  In other words, if you see a couple that clearly loves each other, leave them alone - or, it should make you envious because they may have something you don't but dream of.  Being real and consistent has its own rewards in other words, and it's a reminder to maybe celebrate the person God made you to be instead of either shaming or envying someone else.  If more people would do that, their lives would be happier for sure.  That is the one lesson I wanted to give today out of this. 

Getting back to Bethany Bultman's book, let's talk about that some.  This is by no means a review of it, as there is so much in it a review would take more time.  Rather, I think it is a good book because it contains pretty much everything - if you want to know about certain "redneck" phrases, or if you want to sample recipes and such, this book has it.  It even gives clothes etiquette, and what I really like about that is how the good ol' boy really feels about crap such as designer jeans.  On page 44 of the book for instance, Bethany had talked to a cowboy in Guthrie, OK, who went by the nickname Freckles, and to quote directly what he said about designer jeans, this is it "Shiiittt, jeans ain't nothin' but work clothes.  It's gettin' harder and harder for people like me to get 'em for less than twenty bucks a pair.  This company in New York City actually pays fifteen dollars for jeans we broke in - wore out is more like it. The buyer gets a certificate telling him how the jeans got the rips.  Hell, you got to be dumber and lazier than a buckworm to pay extra to get someone to break in your clothes!" (Bethany Bultman, Redneck Heaven: Portrait of a Vanishing Culture. New York: Bantam Books, 1996; 44).  My good friend and noted Catholic Monarchist Charles Coulombe expressed a more urbane version of the same sentiment when he recalls that in his day no one went outside the house wearing jeans unless it was doing work on the house or in the garden - his dad had a diehard conviction about that as a fairly staunch and traditional Catholic French-Canadian.  In these days when stuff like Jordache, Gloria Vanderbilt, and the newest fashion empires of Old Navy and Tommy Hilfiger are capitalizing on marketing designer jeans that look like they went through a wood-chipper, I kind of see the point.  Since I was probably in second grade, I never wore a pair of jeans in public, and I also didn't really wear shorts, t-shirts, white socks, tennis shoes, or any of the like in public either.  I just never felt like it was right, as for me wearing jeans in public would be like being naked in all honesty.  I never had anything against anyone who did wear them, but for me if anything those were always either work clothes (as Freckles said) or intimate wear that you wore inside the house with your significant other.  That got me some persecution at times - especially in middle school - but I stand by that conviction even today.  Also, I think coming from where I did the wearing of jeans as casual wear in public denoted a sort of negative "hillbilly" stereotype too that I didn't want people to see me as having then.  So, I always dressed casual, but business-like - even in high school I wore clothes such as casual pleated slacks, loafers, and either polo shirts or button-down dress shirts.  Especially in my Pentecostal days too, it was even customary for me to dress up for church - I wore ties - both traditional neckties as well as bowties - and that was just me.  In time, I loosened up a little to wear just regular dress pants and a polo shirt to church, but I still find it integral to dress decently in God's house.  That, along with the music I listened to as well as the finicky culinary habits I possessed, set me apart quickly.  I still have my own unique way of doing things today, although I have refined and softened somewhat over the years.  Bethany's touching on that topic piqued my interest though when I first read it, so I wanted to just give my perspective on that. 

One of the most fascinating stories in this book has to do with a couple by the name of Al and Essie Morris, who she details on pages 204-207 of the book.  Al and Essie also kind of stick out, as they were Black performers of country music.  Now, despite it's association with the rural South, country music has had the occasional Black icon, notably Charlie Pride, as well as Ray Charles and others doing some crossover work back in the day.  Bethany noted something of interest on page 206 when she relates one of Charlie Pride's notable quotes - "Only a White guy can get away with sounding Black in country."  I actually understand that, because when I was growing up Mom listened to his early stuff and if you didn't know anything about who Charlie Pride was, you would swear he was just another White country artist with a baritone voice.  His biggest song from those days was Kiss an Angel Good Morning, and Mom said that when I was a kid for some reason when she played Charlie Pride music I would sleep sounder - that is weird, because I never really particularly got into his material at all. And, a funny story from one of my uncles about that too.  My uncle Chod was perhaps one of the most racist people I knew growing up, as every time he referred to a Black person he used the N word.  Being he lived here in Baltimore when I was a kid, I always wondered with the significant Black population here why someone never hurt him for that.  However, he was not the only one - there was always this mild bit of racism in my mom's family - something thankfully she didn't inherit and always taught me that it was wrong - that caused anything "Black" to be framed in some way with that epithet N word.  After some time, you learn to sort of disregard it and go about your business, but it was disturbing.  However, my Uncle Chod had a couple of little weaknesses that he didn't realize.  For one, my aunt (who was my maternal grandfather's half-sister - she was the third-oldest of my great-grandmother's kids from her second marriage after my great-grandfather passed away) was rumored to be quadroon, since one of her paternal grandparents was possibly Black.  Secondly, Uncle Chod loved listening to Charlie Pride, and he was always raving about Charlie Pride's music.  When another relative informed him that Charlie Pride was Black, Uncle Chod went into an instant fit of denial by saying "No he ain't - he's an Injun!"  Being Uncle Chod passed away several years back, I would wager he probably went to his grave still believing Charlie Pride was Native American!  And, as stubborn as some of those older relatives of mine were, there was no way you were going to convince him otherwise (some of those people were so hard-headed that even if you showed them solid evidence, they would still swear they were right!).  That was the thought that Al and Essie's story in Bethany's book made me think of.  The "country culture" in the past 50 years or so has gotten very diverse - with Hispanics like Freddy Fender in the music area, and comedians such as Henry Cho, the country persona has taken on a multiethnic flavor now.  In a way that is a good thing, but I have this nagging feeling that there are those stupid pockets of resistance like my uncle was still out there, and we will be contending with those for generations to come. 

Well, I suppose that will conclude our thoughts for today on Bethany Bultman's very good book, and if you want to get it now, it is available on most platforms like Amazon.  It doesn't cost a lot, and I am betting you can probably pick it up for around $20 or less, but it will be worth the investment.  That being said, I will see you next time. 

Going Into Another Week

 As I am writing this, we just experienced a tornado warning, something a bit unusual for downtown Baltimore.  However, this has been a few times during the summer so far, so that is a bit extraordinary.  As I am about to start another week today, I am feeling a bit more positive about a few things and I am happy overall with the feeling.  I am not sure of the trajectory of the discussion today, as I am actually researching to do a couple of other articles later dealing with some philosophical things I wanted to address, and that will be forthcoming once I have all my research material together.  But there are a couple of more light-hearted things I wanted to share so I will do that. 

With the advent of YouTube, there is a lot of content that I am finding intriguing, and on occasion I just like to review a few things that stick out.  Two of those will be the topic of today's discussion.

For anyone who knows me, I am into more Southern and "redneck" humor, mostly because on a certain level I relate to it as a native West Virginian.  So, over the years I have actually been a fan of comedians like Jeff Foxworthy, Bill Engvall, and Larry the Cable Guy - Larry is entertaining because he actually puts me in mind of a couple of my uncles and a few of my cousins.  What many people don't know is that there are lesser-known talents who are starting to rack up followings on social media, and this weekend I came across a good one. 

Amanda Meadows is a native North Carolinian, and during COVID (I will revisit this momentarily) she decided to start doing this shtick based on a person she knew as a child in a trailer park she grew up in.  The character, called "Charlene," is in all essences a female counterpart of Larry the Cable Guy - she sports a blonde mullet, a fake "cigarette" (it is actually a pen), a fanny pack, and a propensity for hanging out at traditionally redneck institutions such as Waffle House, Wal-Mart, and Dollar General.  Although none of these places are exclusive to rednecks, it does present a good opportunity for them to purchase things at good prices and thus it is, as another "redneck mama," - the late Dolores Hughes, known as "Meemaw" from the show Hollywood Hillbillies - noted so eloquently in a manner that reminded me of my own maternal grandmother what is called "shittin' in high cotton."  I don't begrudge anyone shopping at Wal-Mart or the Dollar General, as personally I like shopping at both places myself and have been a faithful patron of both for years. For one thing, Dollar General was one of the first places to feature the delicious blueberry Moon Pie (those are delicious!) and I was able to stock up on a ton of those last year for about $1.25 a box.  Oddly, here in Baltimore within two blocks of where I am sitting, there is one within walking distance - apparently, the Black community here likes Dollar General as much as White rednecks in the South do.  In reality though, Dollar General has universal appeal, and you really cannot beat the prices although now the average price is actually $1.25 instead of the traditional dollar (inflation - go figure!).  Any rate, before I chase too many rabbit trails here let's get back to Amanda's character Charlene.

If you get a chance to watch some of her video content, Amanda's Charlene character is going to be endearing to you - let's face it, we all know a few Charlenes, especially for those of us who do come from either the Appalachians or the South.  A lot of the videos with Charlene's character are actually recipes, and one - the chocolate poke cake - actually looked quite good.  Charlene represents a fact of life that many of us who grew up not having a lot have experienced - you have to cook quick meals with what you got, and if you have the ingenuity, you can make a feast out of a few fundamental ingredients.  Some years back, I got a copy of Bethany Bultman's book Redneck Heaven: Portrait of a Vanishing Culture (New York: Bantam Books, 1996).  Throughout her book, Bultman features recipes that she collected which feature something of the cuisine - what is called "redneck cuisine" is often based on two things: affordability and convenience.  This means that people have gotten creative with things such as boxed cake mixes, refrigerated canned biscuits, more disgusting stuff like Spam, and the use of things such as Coke, powdered lemonade, and a certain type of salt called Twang.  I too have inherited some of that from my West Virginia upbringing too, as I can take a box of Stove-Top, a jar of Heinz beef gravy, a can of Hormel roast beef, and a little beef stock and create a meal that will last me two days.  Or, taking things like canned pork and Minute Rice, spritzing it up with a few seasonings, and voila, you have dinner.  Another favorite of mine is Steak-ums and ramen noodles.  A combination of poor upbringing, a college student's budget, and just a knack for knowing how to do something that is both filling and easy to throw together (albeit not always the healthiest!) has given me a sort of "hillbilly gourmet" style of cooking too.  In Charlene's videos, you see this as well, as she creates a breakfast for an army out of Pillsbury biscuits and a roll of Jimmy Dean sausage - I don't particularly like biscuits and gravy personally, but I admire that creativity in all honesty.  Now, back in the day, convenience foods were not readily available so often those biscuits were made from scratch and the sausage came from a freshly-butchered hog.  Bultman sprinkles those recipes and food tips all throughout the book, as there is technically not a single chapter, but you kind of get the picture as you read it.  Of course, the other side of that too is that not everything in a country kitchen - even a poor trailer park home - comes from the Dollar General.  We still enjoyed things like wild game and fresh-caught fish too, and that stuff still shows up in country cuisine as well.  As I mentioned, part of the charm of this character Charlene is that we relate to her somewhat, and that speaks for a significant percentage of the population (Blacks too have a lot of similar things in their "soul food" cuisine too). The real funny thing about first seeing Charlene's character is that as soon as a saw it, I automatically thought of a friend of ours from college years ago.  Elaine was the maid of honor at Barb's and my wedding, and before I even got to know her she was a dear friend of Barbara's too.  And, she is really what embodies the "Florida Cracker" too - and that is not an insult, but a compliment, because I love Elaine and wouldn't want her to change a thing.  When I first saw one of these Charlene skits, the first thing that popped in my head was "Oh my goodness, she reminds me of Elaine!"  Then, when I showed it to Barbara, she said the same thing!  Like I said, the appeal of characters like this is that we relate to them, and that is why I will continue to probably be a fan of Amanda Meadows for as long as she wants to have a YouTube presence (I really think she has the talent to take this bigger, but that is ultimately up to her).  

The other thing I have been keeping up with on YouTube is not near as pleasant, and is a religious story.  In recent years, this new hyper-charismatic superstar by the name of Kathryn Krick has surfaced, and at first appearance, she just looks like all the other individuals that claim "anointed ministries" but often fall short theologically.  The last person I noted like this was another woman in Florida, some hack by the name of Dayna Muldoon, but by comparison Krick makes her look tame.  Ever since the late 1940s when the first tent preachers started holding these "healing revivals," there has been controversy.  There are some of those earlier people I will gladly give the benefit of the doubt - for instance, I still admire Kathryn Kuhlman to this day - but way too many of them tried to hype and exaggerate their so-called "gifts" to exploit money from the unsuspecting.  As TV became more popular, many of these tent evangelists very easily transitioned into becoming televangelists, and with the wider audience they started to reach, the more outlandish some of them would become.  Now, let me say up-front I am by no means against using technology for evangelization or discipleship, as radio, TV, and the internet have all created some powerful platforms and have truly impacted many lives for the better.  However, there have always been hucksters and potential cultists who have taken advantage of others through these media, and I wanted to talk a little about a couple of those from my college days before getting back to Kathryn Krick.

Often in our dorms at night when we were caught up on our studies or just needed a break, a group of us would congregate in one of our neighbor's quarters to listen to some entertaining but bizarre broadcasts on a short-wave radio one of us had.  Late night on short-wave would bring some interesting characters out of the woodwork, and it seems like the Black stations in the South - particularly Mississippi and Louisiana - had more than their fair share of these "preachers" calling themselves "Mother This," "Apostle That," or "Prophet So-and-So."  A couple of those I vividly remember included some Black woman out of Louisiana somewhere who called herself "Mother Truth," and another guy from the same area who called himself "Prophet Charles."  The way their scheme worked was that you would essentially hear a 30-minute commercial of these characters marketing some sort of Louisiana swamp water or something that you were supposed to splash on your hemorrhoids or whatever else ailed you, and it was a sort of Holy Ghost miracle cure.  Even the most outlandish people on TBN at the time - Benny Hinn for instance - didn't do this, and it was so absurd that it provided entertainment value more than anything.  Many of them were more or less lower-profile knockoffs of more colorful personalities like the late Rev. Ike, and they sort of rode his coattails.  I feel like a whole book on this phenomenon is warranted, and by what I have ascertained, these people had a mix of stuff that included Word/Faith theology with a little bit of hoodoo and superstition thrown in to capitalize on the mindsets of some of their listeners.  For the most part, these Reverend Ike knockoffs had relatively small localized followings and the wider public didn't take them seriously.  And, I gotta admit - for a young college student in the dorms in Graceville at the time, it was a fun form of entertainment as long as you were grounded enough to know better.  Also, I don't think there was really a spiritual danger with any of those characters - they were out to make a fast buck, and as long as you kept them away from your wallet, you were fine.  When I think at the variety of trinkets and gimmicks guys like this hawked though, it would be interesting just to see a sort of display of that for historical purposes.  As entertaining and outlandish as the "Mother Truths" were though, they were in reality just a minor annoyance compared to what an individual like Kathryn Krick has done.  And, that is what is scary.

Kathryn Krick is a beautiful 35-year-old young lady who originally aspired to be an actress or something until she encountered some "prophet" from Africa named GeorDavie.  Had it not been for a person like Kathryn Krick coming along, GeorDavie would have essentially been just another of the myriad of self-proclaimed "prophets" and "apostles" that seemed to spring from African Independent Church traditions.  In many ways, GeorDavie was no different than old Mother Truth hawking her Louisiana swamp water on the radio years ago, but then this pretty young White middle-class Evangelical girl encounters him, and it leads to bigger issues.  A legitimate debate could be had regarding whether this GeorDavie guy was a crook or a witchdoctor (or maybe a little of both), and I have heard a few noted podcasters note that possibly he imparted demonic powers to Kathryn Krick when he consecrated her an "Apostle."  As some of her close friends noted, the radical "conversion" she had turned her into a different person.  That being said, let me get into the conclusions I have drawn by what I have seen.

I first heard of Kathryn Krick through the apologist Melissa Dougherty, who did a sort of "deep dive" investigation into her Word/Faith teachings, and Melissa noted that Krick was a sort of rising star in the Word/Faith movement.  At first, I honestly didn't pay attention - I have seen these before, including Todd Bentley, as well as the whole Rodney Howard-Browne phenomenon that happened at Carpenter's Home in Lakeland years ago (that was the early 1990s, and I was both a young minister myself then as well as in my first year at Southeastern University), and I attended a couple of those Carpenter's Home meetings as well as later being security for them when I worked for the late megachurch as a "temple guard."  However, there was something somewhat odd about this Kathryn Krick person, as her followers were doing some odd things - some were even bowing in worship to her, and she got to be so weird that even some of the most hyper-charismatic groups in the country like Bethel disavowed her - she even went too far for them.  The more I saw of this, the more I began to look into who she was, and it was disturbing.  Apparently her "spiritual daddy," this GeorDavie character in Africa, was in the stages of starting his own sex cult in Tanzania, and people were speaking out about that.  Krick has denied it, but I often wonder about her too - was she serving as a human-trafficking pimp for this guy, sending young unsuspecting and very spiritually enthusiastic American ladies to him so he could have his way with them too??  There is so much to sort out with this, but I can say with confidence that no authentic Christian should have anything to do with Kathryn Krick - she is a charlatan at best, and a dangerous cultist at worst.  And, the scary part of this is that there could be more like her out there.  This was something I wanted to address, and maybe later I will get into it more once I learn more about it, but that has been my fascinating viewing this week. 

On that note, I will wrap things up for now, but hope to be back soon.  Thanks again for visiting. 

Further Reflections - Reimagining Traditional Faith

 I know when you read the title, you are maybe thinking that this equates to modernism, but in reality it does not.  This is the promised continuation of my discussion from yesterday, and it may take a while to formulate a few thoughts on this one as I am still wading through ideas myself.  It was inspired by seeing those Pentecostal churches in Brazil with orchestras including the colossal saxophones, and with everything else I have been thinking over, it struck a chord (pardon the pun!) with me.  I am just going to dive right in and see where it takes us.  

I am reminded of a sentence in the article I differed fundamentally with Fr. Michael in our parish bulletin a couple of weeks back where he said  "The truth of Catholicism is that the eternal is made present to us in the particular time in which we live."  What Fr. Michael says here - at least on the surface and at face value - is not fundamentally wrong, and in the context of what it actually says I have no problem with the statement.  The problem with the statement, however, is that it is often used as a gaslight to push some odd things in regard to eternal truth and established teaching, which does not change.  James Martin goes by this rationale when he tries to push homosexual marriage as somehow a "godly thing," in that because it relates to the particular time and place where we are, we as a Church should just absorb it and not only accept it, but even celebrate it as "good."  That is the fundamental problem with Fr. Michael's statement - it lacks clarity on so many levels.  How, for instance, is "the eternal made present" in a particular day and age??  This strikes at the root of his statement and what it is trying to say.  If it means that we become informed enough to develop a sound apologetic to address certain things, then I think that is good.  Also, if it means utilizing things such as new technology and even linguistic elements to more effectively communicate eternal truth in a way that relates to the world around us, I am definitely all on board with that.  Being Catholic does not mean you have to adopt the Luddite off-the-grid life of the Amish, nor does it mean we have to say "If the King James Bible was good enough for Jesus it's good enough for me," like our Fundamentalist friends.  I don't think any responsible person of sound faith and good will could espouse stuff like that in all honesty.  At the same time "making the eternal present" does not mean we adopt and accept things contrary to the faith either, and it does not mean totally forgetting the traditions of the past as some propose in the Vatican right now.  We also have things like natural law to consider - the biological reality that there are two distinct yet complementary sexes/genders (yes, they are the same despite some rhetoric you hear) who together form a perfect union that ensures the continuation of the species.  That being said, "same-sex marriage" is a contradiction, and it is not something the Church has ever taught or promoted.  If anything, such heterodox nonsense as propped up by James Martin and the like actually regress the Catholic faith by making it mirror the pagans who persecuted the early Church - did the martyrs die for nothing?  The acceptance of sinful lifestyles in the name of "progress" or "justice" does not therefore in any way truly make present the eternal - if anything, it insults it.  It would be wise then for Fr, Michael to further elaborate what he means by his sentence. 

That all prefaces my own thoughts, as there is a bit of inspiration I got yesterday when for some reason my interest in giant saxophones and my faith sort of met at a crossroad of thought.  It is something that has been brewing in my mind for a while and I have not really been able to articulate it like I wanted to so I am going to try to do so here even if it takes me several days to pound it out in the keyboard.  As a Catholic, I believe in eternal truth, and don't believe in compromise on major tenets of it.  However, I am not so much against feasible adaptability either, especially when it is something that doesn't conflict with the eternal truth itself.  This is what I believe making eternal truth present in the particular time we live in is about.  As anyone knows who has read my stuff for a while and also who I have personally talked to, this informs my whole journey of faith - from my earliest Pentecostal days, to my participation in the Convergence Movement, to my embrace of some diverse ideas such as the old Catholic Apostolic Church movement of the 1830s as well as reading the whole heritage of the faith - I am not confined to just Aquinas or some Western theologians, although I value them, but I have a lot of other people who have shaped and formed both my faith and my particular worldview.  I have read the works of Manuel Lacunza as well as of Apostolos Makrakis, and that informs my eschatology as much as reading the Venerable Bartholomew Holzhauser.  I also have drawn inspiration from Wesley and some Protestant people like him, including some modern writers I have read such as David Wilkerson, Leonard Ravenhill, A.W. Tozer, Kathryn Kuhlman, Watchman Nee, and others.  And, I picked up a lot from the Christian East as well, as I am thoroughly well-read in people such as Seraphim Rose (his commentary on Genesis is one of the best I have read), Fr. Alexander Schmemann, Fr. Eusebius Stephanou, Lev Gillet, and others.  I feel that these sources have given me perhaps a more well-rounded faith than I might otherwise have had, and while I will probably catch fire from both die-hard traditionalists as well as modernists, I don't frankly give a rat's behind about it because often you have to look under a few rocks to find gems, and it's what you do with them after you find them that matters.  This is where I want to get into my own perspective on my faith formation.

There are many writers I read and I like, and on occasion I may disagree with an issue here and there - that is natural.  What I have come to understand is that a point of disagreement does not necessarily warrant discarding the whole thing, but rather I use a well-worn cliche to explain how to process information.  Imagine if you will sitting down at your favorite pizza place for a meal, and you are very hungry.  However despite the fact you may only want plain cheese on your pizza, the chef in the back mistakingly sends you a supreme with everything on it.  What do you do?  It depends on how generous the toppings are on it.  In some cases, you just pick off the offending mushroom or pepper and eat the pizza anyway, and that is fine.  In other cases, if the pie is so loaded that you can't pick it all off, you just send it back and order the right pizza.  Another culinary example is this - let's say you go into a Waffle House and order the ribeye steak.  Now, if you have ever eaten at a Waffle House, you will know that the place is not noted for their steaks, are they?  For those who have had the adventure of a Waffle House ribeye, here is what you get - it is thin, grey-looking, and more full of gristle and fat than it is actual meat.  However, if you are hungry, you can eat it and satisfy your body's needs, but it will be a challenge - you can eat the meat, but you may have to spit out a lot of gristle and fat, and that could be almost 50% of the steak!  You still get a meal, but you have to find the tasty bits of it by spitting out a lot of junk.  Reading things can be like that as well - you can read a book, disagree with its fundamental thesis, but still take maybe a grain of wisdom from it.  The challenge is learning how to do this well.  For instance, I am a Biblical Creationist, and in all honesty I like watching some of Kent Hovind's earlier seminars as he did present some decent information back in the day before he went to prison for structuring assets illegally in the mid-2000s.  The problem with Hovind though is twofold - for one, he is a fundamentalist independent Baptist, which means that at times watching his material you have to wade through some ridiculous anti-Catholic diatribes (many of his sources for this come from Chick Publications - enough said!) as well as some wild but less-controversial theories like him saying Noah was originally a giant or something.  When you are watching this stuff, you have to ask yourself a question - what can I glean from this information that is useful?  As you watch it, ignoring the more outlandish things, you start to say "OK, now I can agree with that point," or "Yes, I can see the reasoning there,' and then it should inspire you to do your own research.  You may have come across a good detail, and once you do the footwork yourself, you find it has substance but can be refined a bit and cleaned up, and when it is the result is something good.  This is part of a forgotten skill called critical reading, and it helps you to exercise your own mental muscle.  Another guy I liked before his tragic and untimely passing was a speaker named Rob Skiba.  Rob did some good work, especially in the earlier days of his ministry.  However in the past couple of years before he passed on he got himself into "flat-earthism" and a few other odd things, but it didn't detract from some of his good earlier work.  However, likewise, there were things I had to spit out with Rob's teachings too -for instance, he actually believed carnivorous dinosaurs were actually a species of Nephilim, which was just, well, out there.  Skiba's and Hovind's material can be best equated with a diamond in a sewer - there is a lot of smelly crap, but the diamond in it is still valuable - it just needs to be cleaned up and given some TLC.  A true scholar will never shy away from even controversial or disagreeable material because ultimately you find something in it that is useful and can be salvaged.  It also settles something else - despite how good we are, we still fall short of perfection and are concupiscent beings.  We have to accept that and try to look at good things while throwing out bad things, and therefore it will enrich us in unexpected ways.  Disagreement is part of that - we live in an imperfect world, so we won't ever agree with everything.  But, we should be informed enough to use a gift called discernment to sort what is true, good, and beautiful from the rest.  At times it is easy, but in some cases it may be beyond redemption - for instance, there is no good to be salvaged from things such as prostitution, homosexuality, abuse, crime, and totalitarianism.  There are precious souls, created in God's image, that get caught up in that junk, and in that case they are the diamonds that need to be salvaged out of the crap, cleaned up, and turned into what God intended them to be.  Thing is, you have to find the diamond and salvage it first before you can clean it up.  That is what evangelization ultimately does for us.  This again is another aspect that is going to premise where I am going here, so bear with me.

Being able to discern truth from error, salvage good things from bad contexts, and drawing from a diverse reservoir are aspects that are essential to having a vision for what the Catholic Church as a whole should be.  The problem with these visions is that not everyone will see things exactly as you do, but they may have some things that refine and compliment your ideas, and that is where catholicity shows its real strength.  And, that is one part of it Fr. Michael missed in his long missive in the bulletin a couple of weeks ago - he was quick to dismiss traditionalists like the SSPX, but practically silent regarding actual threats to Christian faith that are glaringly obvious.  And, that leads to the third aspect that is important - consistency. If you are going to propose to implement something new, the major and integral question to ask is this - is it compatible with the historical Deposit of Faith?  If it is, then I would say to refine it somewhat and see where it fits.  By this point, you may already have figured that when I speak of the Catholic Church, I am not referring to the official Vatican apparatus - if anything, the official Church has neglected her historic roots in favor of a misinterpretation of what Fr. Michael said about "making eternal truth present to our particular time."  Truth is not arbitrary - you either accept it or you don't, but you don't alter truth to fit the times, but rather adopt those things within the particular time to conform to the truth.  Many Vatican officials and Church bureaucrats get this backwards, and they are rejecting good things while embracing wrong things.  The consistency is lacking, in other words.  So, again it begs the question of what constitutes being "Catholic," and who falls short.  Some like Fr. Michael, despite noble intentions, miss this by infinity.  However, the times we live in right now dictate that we understand what being truly Catholic is, and it may mean looking beyond the confines of Pope Leo and the conciliar Vatican Church.  A true reform, revival, and a clearer definition of what it means to be Catholic is essential now, and this is where I am going to start my proposal by first revisiting the Brazilian Pentecostals for a moment. 

The Christian Congregation in Brazil, as noted in the last discussion, was the result of the missionary efforts of an Italian-American evangelist by the name of Luigi Francescon beginning sometime around 1910.  One of the very unique aspects of this movement, much like its American sister Pentecostal denomination the Apostolic Faith Mission in Portland, OR, is the use of large orchestras in its services, and I found that quite interesting.  When people think of the term "Pentecostal," often what comes to mind is ladies in "glory buns" hopping around banging tambourines and speaking in tongues.  It conjures imagery of popular stereotypes of religious fervor in the American South, and there are Pentecostals who do that.  Thing is, that is not all Pentecostals though.  Even in the US, the Apostolic Faith Mission represents a type of old-time Pentecostalism that is formal, reserved, and ordered, and while the spiritual gifts are accepted and practiced, it is always within a certain context.  Likewise, we look at even revivalists in the Charismatic movement of the 1960s and 1970s such as Kathryn Kuhlman, and it is actually quite reverent.  In the developing world, many Pentecostals are similar, and this Brazilian group exemplifies that.  However, don't take being reverent and formal as being stuck in a time warp, because it was actually highly innovative of the Brazilian Pentecostals to adapt new instrumentation such as contrabass, subcontrabass, and now even an octocontrabass saxophone into their worship, and for me that is intriguing on so many levels.  Likewise, you think of renewal movements within historic Churches too over the centuries - the CAC, and in Armenia you had the Brotherhood of Lovers of the Church, which brought into the traditional Armenian Church a sort of spiritual renewal movement.  When I was trying to find out more about this group, I noticed many Evangelicals have been also studying it with interest, and in one article I came across by a Romanian Anglican author named Danut Manastireanu, he referenced an Armenian historian named Alexander Agadjanian who said "the Brotherhood was both an imitation of Protestant forms of piety and mission, and at the same time a protective reaction against Protestants from within the Armenian Apostolic tradition," a concept called "union of love" (Danut Manastireanu, "The Brotherhood of the Armenian Apostolic Church: An Oriental Orthodox Renewal Movement," East-West Church Report, 26:2 (2017?) at https://eastwestreport.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=622:the-brotherhood-of-the-armenian-apostolic-church-an-oriental-orthodox-renewal-movement&catid=113:e-26-2&Itemid=1350 - Accessed August 5, 2026).  This is similar to the idea that my late friend and Armenian Pentecostal pastor Dr. Krikor Haleblian wrote of in his book The Armenian Church in Context, which emphasized how both established tradition and evangelical renewal needed to compliment with each other.  This is also one of the convictions that led to the the Chicago Call meetings in 1977 which prefaced the Convergence Movement, and relied heavily on the writings of people such as Robert Webber.  I doubt if those dear Brazilian Pentecostals have any connection to any of this, but they do embody an aspect of it.  This is what I believe truly making eternal truth relevant to our particular age is all about - it doesn't compromise it, but can embrace things that are not in conflict with it.  Fr. Michael unfortunately in his bulletin discourse failed to even dialogue about it - it was as if he didn't care because he was part of the "party line" and knew little about spiritual renewal, and that was shocking given he is a part of a religious order - the Dominicans - who historically have been gifted with the charism of preaching.  You would think that spiritually-sensitive Dominicans would be screaming for renewal in the Catholic Church, but then you have Fr. Michael sounding more like an aloof Jesuit than a custodian of a charism his religious order possesses.  That was perhaps more sobering to me than anything in all honesty.  However, unlike in the Armenian Church, there was never an organized movement for spiritual renewal I am aware of in the Roman Church - the Charismatic Renewal in the 1960s impacted many for sure, and of course many Franciscans, a number of Dominicans, and even the occasional devout Jesuit were part of it, but as a charism it was never emphasized. Perhaps had that been the case, the issues that have plagued the modern Roman Church would not be existent, or at least they would be manageable and dealt with better than they have been.  Also, in recent decades the Charismatic Renewal in the Catholic Church has sort of deflated - you still have some prayer groups and communities, but nothing on the scale they once were.  In a way, I can see why - the Pentecostalization of some Catholic charismatics led to the introduction of the babblings of televangelists, and that was off-putting to more traditional Catholics.  True spiritual renewal needs to bring a new appreciation to traditions, and in doing so it makes being Catholic a more fulfilling thing than it is for many.  It is at this point I wanted to introduce my own model before wrapping up the discussion.

To begin, let me reiterate what I mean by "Catholic" - I am not speaking of the Roman Catholic Church, nor of the current dumpster-fire that is the Vatican right now.  If anything, while some have the trappings of Catholicity, they are not actually Catholic.  I take a position that both encompasses the literal meaning of the word - universal - as well as noting that authentic Catholic faith can exist outside of Pope Leo's control.  As a Continuing Anglican Churchman, I was probably more Catholic then than I am now as a part of the official Roman Church, and I held many of the same convictions then I do now. There are a lot of good, faithful, and orthodox Anglicans whom I believe can rightly be called Catholic, and I also see it in other churches as well - the Orthodox of course without question, and also groups like the Polish National Church and some Old Catholic jurisdictions, as well as Roman sedevacantists and larger traditional movements like the SSPX.   To this regard, I also apply the Vincentian Canon - the Catholic faith is that believed at all times, in all places by everyone.  It reveres sacramental theology, liturgical worship, and the richness of Tradition, but at the same time is open to winds of renewal and reform where needed.  By that standard, many so-called Roman Catholics fall short, but many Anglicans and others meet the criteria.  This settles one thing - the Church is the Church, and it is universal, but it is not necessarily under the authority of one man (meaning Pope Leo XIV).  So, unlike Fr. Michael's allegation that traditionalists want to "step out" of the Catholic faith and say "the Church is no longer Catholic," he misses the point.  No one says the Church is no longer Catholic, but the tares in the wheatfield, many of whom hold high offices in ecclesiastical structure, may be the ones who are no longer Catholic.  If a Pope elevates idols in a church (as Francis did) or calls a mosque inside the Vatican "a holy place," (as Leo just did), that forfeits their faith as Catholics.  And, when a "priest" like James Martin prances around and proclaims gay "marriage" is "a blessing," he too ceases to be Catholic.  They abandoned the faith, not us, and not God's Remnant Church.  The Church does have boundaries, standards, and a historically defined faith that cannot be changed, and even if engaging with the present is a thing, it means doing so without compromising "the faith once and for all handed to the saints."  So, what is the vision of the true Catholic faith?  Let me give you mine.

If I had the capacity to enact reforms in the Church, here are some of them:

1.  Restore holiness to the ministry, and make clergy strictly accountable to the Deposit of Faith.  If they deviate from it significantly, they forfeit their right to be priests.

2.  Encourage spiritual renewal.  The Evangelicals and Pentecostals have some good things we could use, such as home Bible studies, revival meetings, and other things that deepen one's faith.  Perhaps finding ways to adapt these to Catholic practice would not be a bad thing.

3. Really recognize talents and gifts of others.  Instead of just seeing how much someone puts in the collection plate, for once actually mean it when the whole "time, talent, and treasure" spiel happens with every bishop's appeal letter. There are many people who have great potential to serve Christ and his Church, and the clergy would do well to really reach out and encourage them.  Too many pastors don't even know what the hell their members look like, and that is nothing short of scandalous.  

4.  Proliferation of the arts and literature.  The Church should be a bastion of culture, and not in the "Seven-Mountain Mandate" nonsense that some hyper-charismatics espouse.  Like those Brazilian Pentecostals, encourage the use of new and interesting musical instruments like contrabass saxophones in liturgical music, but also encourage the blossoming of culture outside the church doors too.   It is time that more symphonic works, pieces of literature, and other things happened, and if there is spiritual renewal, there should also be a cultural renaissance that comes with it. 

5. Rebuilding the Sense of Community in Churches - this is a big one!  Too many people feel alone and forgotten about, and often don't even feel welcomed in the average Catholic parish.  It is time to change that, and the clergy need to model the example.

These are just five proposals I have to reinvigorate church life, but I sadly don't see hope inside those churches in communion with the Vatican.  The Vatican and its hierarchy have become bureaucratic and political, and they don't give a damn about the average person in the pews of the parish.  If they did, then junk like Traditionis Custodius would not have happened.  Perhaps if the Pope would stop being a politician for once and actually shepherd his people as the Vicar of Christ he claims to be, the Church would undergo a transformation unlike anything seen in generations.  It would also mean that a lot of nominalism, CINO's (Catholics in Name Only), and other riff-raff would fall away, and good riddance - since they were not truly Catholic (or for that matter even Christian in the broadest sense) the Church would do better without them.  Many voices in the nominal Church now cry out for justice, but they have no faith - their actions have politicized theology, and people suffer worse because of it.  Perhaps if some had an actual inner conversion, the outward transformation of the society around them would happen.  Could you imagine Baltimore for instance if Catholics started actually acting Christian and believing true faith??  I have a feeling this city would get cleaned up in a matter of weeks - the abandoned rowhouses would be gone, the trash cleaned up off the streets, and an overhaul of a corrupt city government would then make the path clear for true justice in this city.  It's a tall order yes, but with God all things are possible.  Prayer support is the major factor, and that is where it starts.  Clean house in the Church, and it will positively impact society.  That is the missing factor.

Well, you get an idea of where I am going with all this now, so the challenge is yours - will you be truly Catholic, or will you remain comfortable in a parish church where Pope Leo doesn't know and could care less about your existence (and sadly, this is true even of local parish pastors in many areas too).  Search your heart, study to show yourself approved, and then let the evidence speak to you for itself - you might be surprised.  Thanks again for bearing with me, and see you next time.