Friday, May 11, 2007

Friday Red Mr. Peanut Bank and Gallito Mescalito Blogging

















We don't have a story tonight, but we are featuring all our cast.
I think that at times it is good to review so that we can move on to new stories.

We have only had three villains so far: Blurry Bear, Diablito Sucio, and the Telly Tubbies (so that would actually be six villains). Strange bit-parts have been played by: Mr. Bowtie Bunny, the Goddess of Mercy, and Wooden Apocalyptic Angel from Guatemala. The Gemelos (twins): Señor Cantinero and Señor Manantial are moving up to Regular Player status. Kuna Doll, The Tick, and the fabulous Mr. Chompy´s Chewed-up Squeaky Kitty Toy are our Regular Players and appear rather often. Two promising characters who will be appearing soon are the Egyptian Hippo of Love and Bunrab, the Filthiest Toy in the House. And of course our stars, the two everyone loves: Red Mr. Peanut Bank and Gallito Mescalito!!!

And finally, a photo of the entire cast.

Gee, maybe I should make collectable cards and sell them with that bad bubble gum.

Next week, a story, I promise!!!

Friday Random Ten


1. Red Brick Dream XTC
2. Rocombey Lord Cobra and Pana-Afro Sounds
3. It's The Time To Disco (From Kal Ho Naa Ho) Vasundhara Das, KK, Shaan, & Loy Mendonsa
4. If Ye Love Me The Tallis Scholars
5. Wondrous Love (What Wondrous Love Is This!) Anonymous 4
6. We're A Happy Family Ramones!!
7. Mailman Soundgarden
8. Quam pulchri unt gressus tui (Palestrina) The Hilliard Ensemble
9. Blessing In The Storm Kirk Franklin and the Nu Nation Project
10. Peaches The Stranglers

Quite eclectic, doncha think? #3 is just terrible, as one might expect, but from a great bollywood movie. Lord Cobra is Panamanian Calypso. I am always happy to hear the Ramones. "Peaches" is in a great position, coming after Kirk Franklin, just for the line: "Liberation for women; that's what I preach! (PREACHER MAN!!)"

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Another Nasty Aspect Of This War


I really hate the war in Iraq. I hate the lies that dragged the U.S. into the war, I hate the destruction of so many lives, both military and civilian. I hate the corruption which feeds the whole thing. I also hate the fact that, due to this military action, Christians in Iraq are no longer safe. Now, I'm not totally naïve; I realize that the regime of Saddam Hussein mistreated Christians at times, I realize that some churches were closed and some Christian communities relocated, but they didn't experience the persecution that the Shia and Kurds did. From what I have read, Christians were considered less threatening to the Baath Party and were granted a greater degree of religious freedom. But with the U.S. "liberation" of Iraq, churches are being bombed, clergy are being kidnapped and murdered. It starts with insults and threats and demands that Christians convert, and then escalates to bombing and murder. Here is a quote from one of the articles I found on Ekklesia: "More and more Christians have to put up with being insulted and offended on the streets and girl students at university are forced to wear the Muslim veil." "Christians are asking: who will protect us? If we ask the Americans to help we will be called traitors and risk death. If we ask the Kurds to protect us we will be accused of working against unity in Iraq." It sounds to me like Christians are running out of options. I hope the Jerry Falwell-Pat Robertson-Christian Right crowd remember what is happening to Christians in Iraq the next time they are belly-aching about not being allowed to pray around a flag-pole and calling that persecution.

So now the Christians who can are leaving Iraq for Syria and Jordan and some even for the U.S. Christians have been living in Iraq since the earliest days of the faith, but now they are being threatened and forced to leave their homes.

Pray for the Christians and all people in Iraq.

Almighty God our heavenly Father, guide the nations of the world into the way of justice and truth, and establish among
them that peace which is the fruit of righteousness, that they may become the kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Amen.

Grant, O God, that your holy and life-giving Spirit may so move every human heart, that barriers which divide us may crumble, suspicions disappear, and hatreds cease; that our divisions being healed, we may live in justice and peace;
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

IT'S CAMINANTE'S BIRTHDAY!!

Photo by John Lund

¡Feliz Cumpliaños a nuestra hermana y amiga Caminante!
Have a wonderful and blessed day.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Feast of Gregory of Nazianzus, Bishop and Theologian


Almighty God, you have revealed to your Church your eternal Being of glorious majesty and perfect love as one God in Trinity of Persons: Give us grace that, like your bishop Gregory of Nazianzus, we may continue steadfast in the confession of this faith, and constant in our worship of you, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit; for you live and reign for ever and ever. Amen.

Today we remember Gregory of Nazianzus, Bishop and Theologian. He was one of the Cappadocians, three men who were very important in the battles between the Arians and the catholics. Gregory of Nazianzus, Basil of Caesarea, and his brother, Gregory of Nyssa, all preached and wrote against the Arians and helped develop the orthodox understanding of the doctrine of the Trinity and the place of the Second Person in the Holy Trinity.

Cappadocia is an area in the nation we now call Turkey. Gregory was born in the town of Nazianzus, an obscure little place in the southwest of Cappadocia, a place which Gregory called “dull and unpleasant with few inhabitants.” Gregory’s father was a priest with a sect called the Hypsistarians, a group which reserved their worship for “the Highest.” This sect was heavily influenced by Zorastrianism, and the Hypsistarians kept symbols of light and fire on their altars. Gregory’s father was called an “illumined priest.” Gregory’s mother, Nonna, was a Christian, and spent many hours praying for her husband’s conversion. Apparently, the Hypsistarians used the Hebrew and Christian scriptures, because one night Gregory’s father dreamed that he was singing the first verse of the 122nd psalm: “I was glad when they said to me, let us go to the house of the Lord.” This dream urged him towards conversion to orthodoxy. What is strange is that this Hypsistarian became the bishop of Nazianzus. He was a relatively wealthy man of noble birth, owning much land. He built a church and was known for his generosity and gentleness. Nonna used to spend a lot of time in front of the altar of the church, gazing and praying, and when Gregory was born she dedicated him to God, much like Hannah dedicating Samuel to the Lord at Shiloh.

Gregory had a mystic, religious bent from an early age. He had a dream one night of two women who appeared at his bedside. They were dressed in white robes with veils which did not hide the brightness of their eyes. They told Gregory that they were Purity and Chastity, companions of Jesus, and that he should join his spirit with theirs, and then they vanished. This dream affected him very much and renewed his dedication to God. He decided early in life to become a man of letters, in fact, he had dreams of becoming a great Christian Orator. At the age of 13 he went to Caesarea to study, and it was there that he met his life-long friend, Basil. Gregory excelled in rhetoric and went on to study in Alexandria, Egypt, the city where Anthanasius was Patriarch. Alexandria was an intellectual center of the Greco-Roman world, and it was also one of the nerve-centers of Christianity. But Gregory’s desire to be a writer led him to leave Alexandria for Athens. On the way to Greece, the ship he was on was caught in a storm and almost lost off the coast of the island of Cyprus. The storm lasted for twenty-two days, and when they ran out of fresh water on board, most people on the ship were sure that they were done for! Those were the days when many people waited until they were near death to be baptized, as they were worried about committing sins after baptism, and Gregory, at the age of 17, was no exception. The storm had him terrified that he might die without being baptized, and in the midst of the storm he tore off his clothes and threw himself on the deck of the ship, weeping and promising that, if their lives were spared, he would devote himself to God. He prayed that God would give him “the gift of spiritual water from the deadly waves.” Soon a Phoenician ship came to them and supplied them with water and food, and the storm finally ended. Gregory studied in Athens for fourteen years, and his friend Basil joined him there. Another friend and classmate was Julian, the emperor-to-be. At that time Julian was a Christian, but by the time he became emperor he had converted to Paganism, partly due to his disgust with the politics of many Christians in the court of Constantinople. Gregory, Basil, and Julian would engage in debates with students from all over the Greco-Roman world, establishing the rhetorical power of the Cappadocians. At the age of thirty, Gregory left Athens for Constantinople, to visit his brother Caesarius. The brothers decided to return home to Nazianzus to visit their parents, who were getting quite old. Gregory decided to remain in Nazianzus and care for the folks. He seemed to lack any ambition; all he wanted to do was to read his books. He had already taken a vow of chastity, and now he added a vow of poverty. He slept on the ground, wore rough clothes, and ate only bread and salt and drank only water. He spent half the night in prayer and meditation, and spent his days supervising his dad’s estate, complaining about managing the slaves. He was a poor overseer because his heart was not in it. He and Basil kept up a correspondence, and Basil invited Gregory to join him in a monastery he was forming. He and Basil lived as monks for two years, and then Gregory returned once again to Nazianzus to continue his studies and writing. It was the year 361 and Gregory had returned to a town torn by the fights between the Arians and the catholics. Those with long memories remembered the Hypsistarian past of Gregory’s father, who was now bishop of Nazianzus, and they claimed that he had departed from the True Faith™. Gregory returned home to find a mob of monks ready to kill his father! He made a speech defending his father, which brought peace to the town. If a person was to become a priest in those days, they didn’t go before the Commission on Ministry or the Standing Committee, and they didn’t discuss their “call” with various groups. The people were the Commission on Ministry, and they grabbed whomever they thought should be a priest, dragged them before the bishop and had them ordained. That Christmas, the people of Nazianzus grabbed Gregory, dragged him before the bishop (his father), and demanded that he be ordained. Gregory was not prepared for this event; he had no desire to be a priest. He felt unworthy to be a priest. On the Feast of the Epiphany, he fled to his friend Basil in Ibora, where he stayed until Easter of that year. Basil convinced him that ordination was God’s will, and he returned to Nazianzus, where he delivered a stirring sermon on “the Despair of Being a Priest.” For Gregory, being a priest was serious business; he believed that a priest “must be cleansed before cleaning others; himself become wise that he might make others wise; become light before he can give light; draw near to God before drawing others near.” Gregory decided to submit to God’s will and work in Nazianzus. In the year 370 Basil became bishop of Caesarea. He wanted to move quickly against the Arians; he appointed his brother Gregory bishop of Nyssa, and ordered his friend Gregory to become bishop of Sasima, a little town twenty-four miles from Nazianzus. Gregory hated Sasima, and described it as “a detestable little place without water or grass or any signs of civilization. Here is nothing but dust, noise, screams, groans, petty official, chains and instruments of torture, and the population consists entirely of commercial travelers and strangers.” This appointment and the arguments between Basil and Gregory brought their friendship to the breaking point. Gregory decided to stay in Sasima only as long as he could do some good. He eventually returned to Nazianzus and served as Bishop Coadjutor to his father. He suffered two great blows not long after his return to his home town; both his sister and his brother died, one after the other. Then the new emperor took Nazianzus off the list of official cities and decided to level the town and build something else in its place. Gregory had to face down the troops, who were finally called off. Then his father died, and soon after, his mother Nonna. Then, making matters even worse, Basil, Bishop of Caesarea, died, and Gregory was devastated, since he had not repaired their broken friendship. Gregory retired from the world, working quietly on his fathers estate. Once again, he had no direction, no ambition, no desire to do anything. Nowadays we recognize symptoms of depression. He described himself as “a dead leaf floating in the stream.” Bout out of that dark night of the soul came a revived Gregory. He moved to Constantinople once again and began delivering sermons, which were well-received. The churches of Constantinople were filled with Arian clergy, but Gregory’s anti-Arian sermons were what the people wanted to hear. They proclaimed to the new emperor, Theodosius, that Gregory should be Patriarch of Constantinople, and the emperor agreed, appointing Gregory Patriarch of the capitol city of the Roman Empire. He only held the position for a few months; one of the canons passed at Nicea, a canon designed to defeat ambitious bishops, stated that the bishop of one See could not be transferred as bishop of another See. The emperor had forgotten about this canon, but Gregory’s enemies had not, and they worked to have him deposed. Before leaving Constantinople, Gregory wrote his great work on the Trinity, The Oratorio.
Gregory left Constantinople and returned once again to Nazianzus, where he remained, writing his treatises. He remained on his father’s estate, but at times he would retire to a cave in the hills, where he would pray and mediate and sleep on a piece of sackcloth, befriending the animals who would visit the cave. In the year 389, when he was around 60 years old, Gregory died on his father’s estate. Except for a few small bequests, he left everything to the poor.

Gregory received the titles the Divine and the Theologian in the Eastern Church. He was a person who bowed to God’s will for his life, whether it was to become a priest or a bishop against his will or to defend the faith against he powerful Arians. He gave up the ecclesiastical throne of Constantinople, even though he really believed he was called to be their bishop, because he respected the laws of the Church, something I wish more of the current bishops on all sides would consider. And because he was willing to submit to God’s will instead of his own, he made a difference in the world, and that is why we remember him to this day.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

What is dis?


I don't know about this new site I found. Check it out at your own risk. Not the Mad Priest. Everybody's doing it.

Today At Parroquia San Cristóbal

Padre Cáceres and I hosted Clericus this morning at Parroquia San Cristóbal. The Clergy of the Diocese of Panamá met for several hours. It was a small turn-out; I don't know where everyone else was. Here's two photos of everyone looking serious while I was taking photos.






















Of course, the real action was in the kitchen. Here are two photos of la cocina.

































The Great Wall of Parque Lefevre is almost finished. Here are some shots of the finished work, and one of the trabajadores hard at it.

Monday, May 07, 2007

The Recent Pastry Unpleasantness in Colorado


Everybody's talking about that Fr. Don Armstrong pie-in-the-face thang. MadPriest has a post and conversation, and they're going on about it at Father Jake's, también. Revdo. Richard is asking what kind of pie one likes to eat, and what kind of pie one likes to toss!

Now, I loves me the ol' pie-in-the-face shtick but I'm agin' it in church. I once worked as a musician at a Roman Catholic Church in down-town San José, California, and we were close to many Half-way houses. Many of the residents would visit the church on the fifth Sunday of the month, when they appeared to run out of their medications, and they would act up during the service. I actually had a guy grab me by the throat and hold me up against the wall because he was "Catholic and we don't do music in church." There was also the gal my sister and I named "Ginny-flick" because she would kneel in the front row and start doing the sign of the cross, getting faster and faster until she finally flipped the crucifix the bird and left. She did this every fifth Sunday! So, I gits nervous when people behave even a little bit strangely during the service. And if some guy pops up and starts heading for the pulpit while I'm in there, I'm gonna be a little worried. So, as funny as a pie-in-the-face may be, I will not condone such activity during the service.
HOWEVER pie-in-the-face during Coffee Hour? BRING IT ON, DUDE! Heck, I'm all for giving Fr. Don Armstrong a pie-in-the-face, bucket-of-water-on-the-head, whoopie cushion, and noogies during Coffee Hour. Heck, I'd pay to see a film of it, specially if Archbishop Akinola is within splatter range!

One must be careful with the pie-in-the-face stuff. During my Wayward Youth, I spent three or more years in the Divine Light Mission, a psuedo-Hindu "Meditation Group" with the 16 year-old Perfect Master and Lord of the Universe, Maharaj-ji. Once, when he was in Detroit, he was giving one of his boring, inane satsangs (Company of Truth, but really a boring discourse) and got hit in the face with a pie (Hey, maybe that's what happened at Grace-CANA; it was a boring discourse. We all read that terrible Easter Sunday sermon!). The Boy Guru wiped the cream off his face and made a joke (I tried to find a photo), but a Mahatma (Great Soul, but really the clergy of the cult) invited the pie thrower (a reporter for an Underground paper) to a private "Knowledge Session" (initiation into the cult, in which one is taught the four meditation techniques. I'll tell you all about them some time, but it's really embarrassing!) but when the guy's eyes were closed, hit him over the head with a lead pipe (being the scamp I am, I started referring to that as "Detroit Satsang."). The reporter almost died! The cult, being the wonderful citizens that they were, smuggled the Mahatma out of the country.

So, be careful with those cream pies!

UPDATE: El Almirante de Moralidad has a wonderful recipe for Blueberry-Anglican-Crumble-Pie worth baking.
This post has already been visited by the Alter Guild

Fat Pink Baby!


The title says it all!

Some Other Day At The Hogar



It's Monday, and usually the Lovely Mona goes to the Hogar de Niñas to tutor the girls. But Mona is in Boston, holding little baby Evannie all the time (she promises to return with many photos of bebé for the Dance Party) and doing other stuff. So I'm posting two photos of the girls at the Hogar. In the first photo we'll pretend that the girls are waving to Señora Mona in Boston. The second has the Boys supervising homework. I used this photo because I'm pandering to the Red Mr. Peanut Bank and Gallito Mescalito audience, as they are the group which really calls all the shots here at the Dance Party.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

From China to Panama, a Trail of Poisoned Medicine


The New York Times carried an article about poisoned medicine. It can be found here. This incident really struck close to home. The person who was managing the diocesan camp grounds died as a result of taking the tainted medicine, and a member of my parish is still suffering and quite ill from taking the medicine. As soon as the Caja de Seguro Social announced which medicines were contaminated, we printed the list in our Sunday bulletins.
This incident is another example of how greed kills. The chemical distributor in China was interested in cutting costs and making even larger profits. I'm not sure if the Seguro was cutting costs to keep the costs low for its customers or if they were trying to make a profit, too. Since they had the chemical for two years before it was used, I suspect they were interested in keeping costs down for the consumers. The result was death for many people. I'm proud of the quick work the doctors did in isolating the cause, but so many people died. At first we all thought it was some new plague spreading through the Seguro hospital. Learning that it was the medicine didn't make things any better, but we were all relieved that it wasn't a contagious disease. I just hope that this teaches the Panamanian government to be strict in enforcing laws and in guaranteeing the quality of the medicines made for the Caja Seguro Social. Like many Central American countries, we suffer from a kind of "the Business Man Is Always Right" style of capitalism in which there is very little enforcement of laws protecting consumers. I hope that the U.S. government comes to its senses in this regard, too. The Bush administration has adopted the same attitude and the food supply in the U.S. has become dangerous and unsafe, too.

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Padre Xico Speaks

The latest from our friend Padre Xico of IEAB from KANTINHO DO REV:

Brother or Crusader?

The installation of a schismatic bishop within a Province by a Primate that affirms to be in communion with Canterbury is definitively a signal that the Anglican Communion is radically broken.
The Archbishop Akinola is showing that neither jurisdiction or respect is sufficient to stop his will to spread his power.
The Akinola's attitude is only a symptom of how the fundamentalism does not respect borders. The initiative of the PB to write to him a letter appealing for an unequivocal respect to the Episcopal Church autonomy was so pastoral but at the same way a clear remind that the violation of such autonomy is absolutely contrary to the Church's tradition.
The response of the Nigerian Primate, in an opposite way was deeply disrespectful and in an almost monarchic tone intending to teach the Episcopal Church the faith rudiments.
Such selfish language is a mark of the messianic personalities: They think that they are almighty.
I know very well this kind of speech. I heard it from a former-bishop in Brazil . The defense of faith for these people is an obsessive fixation.
How Lambeth Palace will react ahead of this episode, if really the installation is performed? The ABC wrote to Akinola appealing do not do. If the ABC's appeal is disrespected we are in front of a serious pastoral breakage between two Primates, and unprecedentedly menace to the role of the ABC as a signal of unity.
In other words, we have now objectively and clearly a key situation. Nobody can accuse the Episcopal Church of not seeking a dialog. But Akinola has now in front of himself an emblematic question to solve: act as a brother or as an intervener. My fear is if he has sensibility for this evaluation or will act as an orthodoxy ecstatic crusader. I will pray for him to do what we expect from a Pastor.


Earlier today I took a trip to Kendall's place to raise my blood pressure, and read a comment by someone who claimed that all Liberals care about is power! The poster claimed that TEC is in the mess it's in because the Conservatives (I was surprised that the poster didn't use the term reasserter) have no interest in power so the lefties took over. Another poster (in another post) claimed that the CANA activity is a "reality check for Mrs. Shori." I always find it interesting that the folks at Titus 1:9 are so convinced that everyone else is deluded. From my viewpoint here in the Global Center, I see some delusion on both sides. It will be interesting to read the reports from Virginia later today.

I gotta go work with the Youth Choir.

Dat Baby


The more I look at this photo, the more convinced I am that I may stay away from Evie when she's eating; she looks like she's waiting for you to get close enough for a face-full.
And look at the attitude on that mug. What side of the family do you think THAT comes from?

Friday, May 04, 2007

Friday Red Mr. Peanut Bank and Gallito Mescalito Blogging










Today the Boys talk with the Kuna Doll about purchasing some molas, and are interrupted by an Apocalyptic Angel!

1. Kuna Doll: So, you two bichos are interested in some molas?
Gallito Mescalito: Shriek!!
Red Mr. Peanut Bank: Why yes, my dear lady! They are certainly lively exhibits of local Panamanian colour! My, what a unique artform. Is it exclusively Panamanian?
Kuna Doll: Yeah, it's our thang. Ignore that stuff you see in Costa Rica.

2. Wooden Apocalyptic Angel from Guatemala (Well, maybe it's a Christmas Angel, but I doubt it!): BBLLLAAAAAAAAAASSST!!!

3. Gallito Mescalito: ¿Shriek? ¿Shriieeekk?
Red Mr. Peanut Bank: WTF?
Kuna Doll: ¡No preocupes! It's just some Guatemalteco celestial. It's just out to make trouble. ¡Ignore it!
Red Mr. Peanut Bank: Well, this is certainly a vibrant and magical mola!
Kuna Doll: Yeah, and only $30.00 U.S.!
Gallito Mescalito: Shriek!

4. Wooden Apocalyptic Angel from Guatemala: HHOOOOONKKKKK!! HHOOOOOOONKKKKK!!

5. Red Mr. Peanut Bank: Doggone it! This is freakin' me out!! Now it's Christmas!!!
Kuna Doll: Well, yes, but isn't this a lovely Nacimiento Mola? Where are you going to find something of this quality for only $50.00 U.S.?
Gallito Mescalito: Shriek, shriek, shriek. Shriek?

6. Wooden Apocalyptic Angel from Guatemala: BBRRRAAAAAAATTTTTT

7. Gallito Mescalito: SHRIEEKK!! SHRIEEKK!! SHRIIEEEK!!!
Diablito Sucio: clackty-clackty-clackty-clack!
Red Mr. Peanut Bank: Okay, I've had it!! What the heck is going on? I am simply not up to this nonsense!
Kuna Doll's Voice (in the distance): Don't worry, it's just an illusion!!!

8. (Whole tone music playing in the background) Goddess of Mercy: Tranquilo. No preocupes. Todo está bien.

9. The Tick: I AM HUGE AND I AM TURNING CHINESE!!!!
Red Mr. Peanut Bank (in the background): WHAT THE HELL IS GOING AROUND HERE????? WHERE DID HE COME FROM???
Gallito Mescalito (in the background): SSSSSHHHRRRIIIIIIIEEEEEEEKKKK!!!!!!
Red Mr. Peanut Bank (in the background): What kinda dumb-ass story is this anyway?? I wanna talk to my agent!! I have NO idea what is going on!
Gallito Mescalito (in the background): Shriek, shriek, shriek, shriek!!

Friday Random Ten

Prayer is your Driver's License, Faith is your Steering Wheel

1. You've Got It Bad,Girl Stevie Wonder
2. Underwater Moonlight Soft Boys
3. Man, It's So Loud In Here They Might Be Giants
4. Ten Feet Tall XTC
5. Surf City Ramones
6. J'ai si bien mon cuer assiz/Aucun m'ont/ANGELUS (Mo. 128) Anonymous 4
7. The Christian's Automobile The Dixie Hummingbirds
8. I Don't Wanna Grow Up Tom Waits
9. Applebite Soundgarden
10. Ball And Biscuit White Stripes

As usual, dat iTunes be all over the place! The piece by the Dixie Hummingbirds is way cool, and since so many Christians read this blog, I thought I would share the lyrics for your edification and spiritual up-lift!

Christian's Automobile (written by J. Archie)

Well you know that every child of God
Is running for Jesus
Every child, every child of God
Running for Jesus
Every child, every child of God
Gotta go running
You know prayer is your driver's license
Oh, faith is your steering wheel

When you get on your road to glory
Satan's gonna try to flag you down
You better keep on driving
If you want your starry crown
You gotta check on your tires
You got a rough road ahead
And when you get weary from your journey
God will put you to bed
You gotta check on your lights
And see your own faults
Stop while you can see them, children
Or your soul will be lost
You gotta check on your generator
You need more strength and power
You can't do nothing without the Man
You need him every hour

Christians, oh Christians press on your starter
And start your automobile
Put in first gear and go on up the hill
Drive on, children, if I never see you no more
I'll see you when I pull in on the other shore
I'm not worried about my parking space
I just want to see my Savior face to face
You know prayer is your driver's license
Faith is your steering wheel

Monnica of Tagaste, Mother of St. Augustine




O Lord, through spiritual discipline you strengthened your servant Monnica to persevere in offering her love and prayers and tears for the conversion of her husband and of Augustine their son: Deepen our devotion, we pray, and use us in accordance with your will to bring others, even our own kindred, to acknowledge Jesus Christ as Savior and Lord; who with you and the Holy Spirit lives and reigns, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Today is the feast of St. Monnica, an African Christian woman of the fourth century. She was the mother of St. Augustine, the great African Bishop, theologian, and heretic fighter. Her story is a good one, about a mother's love for her son, of her faith in God and her trust that her wild boy would return to the Lord. When St. Augustine first published his autobiographical Confessions the story he told of Monnica's faithfulness has been considered an inspiring tale of God's faithfulness in answering the prayer of his children.

Monnica was born in the year 332 in Tagaste, North Africa, in the area we now call the nation of Algeria. She was born into a reasonably well-off Christian family. She was known for having a strong will, and there is a story from her childhood which illustrates this will. She was sometimes sent down to the cellar to draw wine for the family, and fell into the habit of taking secret sips. Pretty soon she was sneaking more than sips, she was taking deep, long, drinks of wine while in the cellar. One day a family slave who had been spying on the little girl denounced her as a drunk, as a wine-bibber, and Monnica, covered with shame, stopped drinking any wine. (I have no idea if there were 12 steps up from the cellar). Not long after this episode she was baptized, and from all accounts lived a life of virtue from then on. Once Monnica reached marriageable age her parents arranged a marriage with a pagan named Patricius. Patricius had a violent temper and was also known to be a "man of dissolute habits." He did not approve of Monnica's faith, and his mother joined his in mocking her for praying and especially for giving alms and caring for the poor. She kept the traditions of the African church which were considered superstitious by many; she kept the Sabbath, or Saturday, as the Lord's Day, and she visited the graves of martyrs with food and drink. These activities drover her husband and mother-in-law crazy! It was not a happy marriage nor, with Patricius' temper, a happy household, but due to Monnica's patience and sweet disposition Patricius did begin to come around and eventually to revere and respect her. Monnica was not the only woman in such a situation, and many of the other women of Tagaste in similar situations held her in reverence and respected her words.

Monnica gave birth to three children: Augustine, the eldest, a second son named Navigius, and a daughter, Perpetua. Because of Patricius' disapproval of her faith, Monnica was unable to have her children baptized as babies, and she was distraught and frightened when young Augustine fell ill. She begged Patricius to let her have Augustine baptized, and he agreed, but then withdrew his consent when Augustine survived the illness. After this all of Monnica's anxiety seemed to rest upon Augustine, but her patience paid off when Patricius was baptized a year later. Of Monnica's three children, Augustine was the trouble maker. Navigius seems to have been an exemplary son, and Perpetua became a religious. Augustine, the most intelligent of the three, was sent to Carthage to become educated and to become a man of culture. Augustine enjoyed studying and was a good student, although he also admitted that he was somewhat lazy, but he also spent a lot of time carousing and drinking and even took a mistress or concubine. At the age of nineteen, much to his mother's horror, he rejected the Christianity of his mother and embraced Manichaeism, a group which historian Peter Brown called "the Bolsheviks of the fourth century." He returned home for some holiday break and, like college students have done for centuries, spent his time upsetting his parents espousing his new-found ideas (he probably brought a semester's worth of dirty laundry with him, too). Monnica became so upset at Augustine's defense of the teachings of Mani that one night she evicted him from the table (Go sit in the car, Auggie!). He was not welcome at home after that until Monnica had a vision which changed her mind. One day as she was weeping over his behavior, a figure appeared and asked her the cause of her grief. She told the stranger about her problem child; the mysterious figure told her to dry her tears, then she heard the words, "Your son is with you." Monnica told Augustine this story, and he replied that since it was her faith which kept them apart, she should give up Christianity. Quickly she retorted, "He did not say I was with you: he said that you were with me." Augustine was impressed by the quick answer and never forgot it. It was another nine years before Augustine would be converted, but Monnica did not lose faith. She continually fasted, prayed, and wept on his behalf. She implored the local bishop for help in winning him over, and he counseled her to be patient, saying, "God's time will come." Monnica persisted in begging him for his help, and the bishop said: "Go now, I beg you; it is not possible that the son of so many tears should perish."

When Augustine was twenty-nine years of age, he decided to move to Rome with his "wife" and son. Monnica was against the move, mostly because she thought he would never be converted if he lived in Rome, but she followed him and his family to the seaport and was planning to go to Rome with them. Once Augustine realized that she was planning to come with them, he told her that he wasn't leaving that day; he was waiting until the winds were right so that a friend of his could sail with them. He talked Monnica into spending the night in a shrine dedicated to St. Cyprian, and, that evening, while she was praying for him, he and his family set sail for Rome. Of course, Monnica was very upset the next morning when she learned that Augustine had given her the slip, but she didn't let it stop her, and she set sail on the next ship for Rome. The ship she took was caught in a storm, and the passengers were sure that they would die at sea, but Monnica's serene confidence in God and God's mercy cheered the passengers and they arrived in Rome safely. Once Monnica arrived in Rome she learned that Augustine had settled in Milan. While in Milan he came under the influence of Ambrose, the bishop of Milan, and had given up Manichaeism, but he wasn't a Christian yet. He had been experiencing major doubts, especially after spending time with Faustus, one of the shining lights of the Manichees, whom Augustine found less than inspiring. Monnica became a good friend of Ambrose, and, just as had been the case in Africa, she was foremost among women in her charity and her devotion to God. Bishop Ambrose was able to persuade her to give up some of the practices of the African church, especially that of visiting the graves of martyrs with food and wine. Under the influence of Ambrose, and in answer to Monnica's prayer, but most of all because of the grace of God, Augustine was converted and was baptized by Ambrose at the church of St. John the Baptist in Milan at the Easter Vigil of the year 387. Upon his conversion, he decided to end his relationship with his mistress, and Monnica was hoping to find an "appropriate" wife for Augustine, but upon the return of his mistress to Africa, he informed Monnica that he would adopt the celibate life and would devote himself to God's service.

Augustine had formed a small group of friends who were planning to adopt the religious life, and he and his mother and his friends decided to return to Tagaste. They spent some time at the seaport in Ostia, preparing to continue across the waters to Africa, when Monnica took ill. When Augustine and his brother realized that she would probably die, they were worried about burying her far from home. Augustine writes: I heard afterwards, too, that at the time we were at Ostia, with a maternal confidence she one day, when I was absent, was speaking with certain of my friends on the contemning of this life, and the blessing of death; and when they—amazed at the courage which You had given to her, a woman—asked her whether she did not dread leaving her body at such a distance from her own city, she replied, "Nothing is far to God; nor need I fear lest He should be ignorant at the end of the world of the place whence He is to raise me up." On the ninth day, then, of her sickness, the fifty-sixth year of her age, and the thirty-third of mine, was that religious and devout soul set free from the body.

One of the propers for today has this passage from John's Gospel, in which Jesus said, "You will grieve but your grief will turn to joy. A woman suffers pain when she gives birth because the time has come. When her child is born, in her joy she no longer remembers her labor because a human being has come into the world. . . I swear to God, if you ask the Father for anything using my name, he will grant it to you."

Monnica loved the Lord and she loved her children, and she especially loved Augustine and prayed for him. She prayed that he would give up his wild ways and return to the Lord. She did not desert her son but continued praying for him and the Lord answered her prayers. Monnica was happy because her son had accepted the Lord, but we can all be happy because the Christian Church received a great Doctor of the Church, a great Saint of Africa whose faith influences us to this day. Monnica's faithfulness gave the Church the blessing of Augustine, and the blessing of her faithful witness.
And that is why we remember her today.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

You Know, That Priest In That Town On The Other Side Of The Bridge. You Know, What's-His-Name over in Wherever!


The Rev. Richard Helmer is the Rector of The Church of Our Savior in Mill Valley, California. Even though he writes really deep and serious posts, he is a very funny guy and we had a great time at Epiphany West in January, mocking those who are frightened by the Evil Bloggers. He is also a charter member of the Padre Mickey Posse, much to the chagrin of a certain priest in England, whose name I won't mention (but his initials are Madpriest). I was talking with the Revda. Jan Cazden, a deacon from the Diocese of California (Church of the Trinity, San Francisco) who was visiting San Cristóbal Sunday, and we were doing the Episcopal thang where you name everyone you know in a diocese, but we couldn't remember which church Faddah Richard was at, except that it was on the other side of the Golden Gate Bridge. As an act of penance, I post the lyrics of an annoying song that was on the radio in the 1970's.

I'm gonna talk about a place that's got a hold on me (Mill Valley)
A little place where life feels very fine and free (Mill Valley)
Where people aren't afraid to smile
And stop and talk to you a while
And you can be as friendly as you want to be (Mill Valley)
Talkin' 'bout Mill Valley, that's my home

It looks as pretty in the rain as in the sun (Mill Valley)
And there's a mountain that belongs to everyone (Mill Valley)
And there are creeks that run on endlessly
And trees as far as you can see
It makes you feel as if your life has just begun (Mill Valley)
Talkin' 'bout Mill Valley
Talkin' 'bout Mill Valley, California, that's my home

I know that there might come a time I'll have to leave Mill Valley
And every memory will seem like make-believe
And all the good things that are mine right now
Will call to me and ask me how
I could have left them all behind
How could I leave Mill Valley
Talkin' 'bout Mill Valley
Talkin' 'bout Mill Valley, California, that's my home


(Copyright 1970 Great Honesty Music)

I hope you all voted for him on that Blogger's Choice Awards, where the Wicked Ones Of Viagraville are presently beating the Dance Party by one vote.

Comments On The Present Unpleasantness

I nicked this from Jesus' General ages ago!
If one was one of those "Anglicans" who get all their information from Titus 1:9 and StandFirm, one might be misled into believing that True Anglicans™ are simply enraptured with the Archbishop of Nigeria and his New, Improved Donatism™. These folks seem to believe that Christians south of the equator are falling all over themselves for the new, pure, Donatist Anglicanism of the Good Folks in Nigeria, Other Parts of Africa, and South America. My friend Padre Xico lives in Brasil, which would geographically be in the Global South (for those of you with a Northern Hemisphere preference, and you should be ashamed of yourselves), but the members of the Igreja Episcopal Anglicana do Brasil aren't buying what the Hard-core bishops in Africa or the Most Blessed Primates of the Global South are selling, as is obvious when one reads this (I couldn't get a link set-up):At a Mugabe's feets... As was not enough the biblical fundamentalism conservative and its sad consequences within Anglican Communion, my eyes did not want to believe in what bishops' from Central Africa stated on the Zimbabwe context, in a Pastoral Letter. In that document, practically the Anglican Church puts herself kneeling in front of a dictator. Everybody have knowledge about what Mugabe is doing against his political objectors. The daily violations of human rights and power maintenance by violent and intimidate ways are so evident to the public opinion around the world. The groups that support him in power are so unscrupulous. The fear is the language used agains who defies the President. While organizations and governments are trying to pressure Mugabe to leave the Anglicans bishops argue in favor of an intangible harmony in the current circumstances. Expressing an rhetorical nationalism, they condemned the West for cause the suffering of Zimbabwean people. The document makes no reference to the persecuted under authoritarian regime. Any word is written in favor of the political transparence and the intimidation during the electoral process in course. In the place of a prophetic address we see a fragile speech on the peace that ignores injustice. The alliance between Mugabe and the Bishop Kunonga – Diocese of Harare - is very well known in Zimbabwe. This kind of submission is so embarrassing for the Anglican Church. Our Church in Zimbabwe needs to reaffirm the Gospel commitment with Justice and the Human Rights. No theological reasons can support a blind obedience to an Dictator. As Church we need to answer the calling to exercise prophetic role in the world. We can not agree with the use of indiscriminate power by anyone. When I read the letter, the first feeling was that it is not a pastoral in any way. To see twelve bishops without any courageous reference in favor of Justice and freedom make me ashamed.

It seems that the more rational folks in Virginia aren't buying it either, according to this article. Father Jake has been very clear today that what the Most Blessed Primates of the Global South have been trying to accomplish is nothing less than theft.

Donatism is a heresy because of its Pharisaic nature, the idea that the validity of the Sacraments depends upon the purity of the officiant, and the belief that God can be put in a box, governed by laws and interpretations of scripture. But God is so much larger than our ideas and our understandings of scripture and our concepts of purity. Much like the magicians of the first three centuries of the Common Era, the neo-donatists think that they can control God and the heavenly hosts. A shocking as this may be to the neo-donatists, I, too, read the Bible everyday, and as far as I can tell, it's Jesus, the Second Person of the Trinity, the Incarnation, who will be doing the judging on el Última Día, not the Archbishop of Nigeria, not +Minns, ++Katherine, not +++Rowan Cantaur, not me, not you, not your mom, and not ++Venables. The truth is, none of us get to decide who is in or out of the Reign of God, and I'm really tired of hearing how I'm not a True Anglican™. Let's quit arguing and start working to bring about God's Reign. No one here in Panamá, as far as I can tell, is worried about the stuff that has ++Akinola and his minions nor the stuff that has TEC worked up. Here in IARCA we are working for the understanding of Anglicanism in a Central American context, and the Global Center is more interested in the survival of our understanding of the Good News in an Anglican context than sexual and political purity.

Tomorrow I will be officiating at the funeral of a friend, a fellow Episcopalian and musician, and right now I really don't give a flying f*** what the bishops of the entire Anglican Communion think. They should be concentrating on the Gospel and not on power. I'm tired of this Christian-Maoist crap.

Here Endeth the Rant.

This post has had several visit by the Alter Guild

The View From The Bubble

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Happy "Law Day", Estadounidense!

Eric Jackson Does It Again!

All photos by Eric Jackson, The Panama News









While I was in Gamboa doing the Vestry Academy Thang, my pal Eric Jackson, Editor of The Panama News was in Colón taking photos of the Día de Trabajadores Parade (Eric is a Colón Buay). He did a great job, as always. You should always check out his site every two weeks. I means it.

Vestry Academy!!




Today the churches of sub-region C of Panamá Metro (kinda like a deanery) held a Vestry Academy at St. Simon's in Gamboa. It went quite well. I took some photos, but, since I was the photographer, I don't appear in any. I did a talk on the Duties and Responsibilities of the Vestry, and, since I wasn't dragged outside and beaten with sticks, I believe it went well.
Here is Revdo. Stany Yoris, Priest-in-charge of Iglesia San Francisco de Asís, Revdo. Carlos Austin, Priest-in-charge of San Mateo, and members of the Vestries of Parroquia San Cristóbal, Iglesia San Mateo, Iglesia San Francisco de Asís, y Iglesia San Marcos.
It was a nasty-hot day, but we had a good time and learned a lot, AND we were out of there by 2:00pm!

I haven't heard from the Lovely Mona yet, but I believe she has arrived in Boston by now.

I See You!

Sign by Danasoft - Get Your Free Sign