The Inn at the End of the World
"[A] man . . .the other day pointed out that I was never bored. I hadn’t thought of that before, but it’s true: I’m never bored. I’m appalled, horrified, angered, but never bored. The world appears to me so infinite in its variety that many lifetimes could not exhaust its interest. So long as you can still be surprised, you have something to be thankful for." -Theodore Dalrymple
Friday, February 20, 2015
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Nigerian bishop: US won’t help us fight Boko Haram because of their population control agenda in Africa
Disappointed, but not surprised.
A Catholic bishop in Nigeria is charging that the US government’s dedication to population control and pro-homosexual “cultural imperialism” in Africa is the reason that the Obama administration is dragging its heels in offering military support for the fight against the militant Islamist group Boko Haram.
Bishop Emmanuel Badejo of Oyo told the online Catholic magazine Aleteia that there is “a complicity also in the West in what is happening.”
“I take it all back to the agenda of population control,” he told Aleteia’s Diane Montagna. The bishop’s interview took place as Rome and the Italian government stepped up security measures amidst threats by Islamic militants.
Read the rest.
(Couldn't the headline also read "Obama Wants Fewer Blacks"? Interesting world.)
Their Last Words: "Lord Jesus Christ"
The brother of two of the 21 Coptic Christians murdered in Libya last week has thanked their killers for including the men's declaration of faith in the video they made of their beheadings.
Speaking on a live prayer and worship programme on Christian channel SAT-7 ARABIC yesterday, Beshir Kamel said that he was proud of his brothers Bishoy Estafanos Kamel (25) and Samuel Estafanos Kamel (23) because they were "a badge of honour to Christianity".
Harrowing scenes of the murders have been seen around the world. The last words of some of those killed were "Lord Jesus Christ".
More here. . . although you might want to push the mute button on your pc before you go there and avoid the annoying video advert in the corner.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Just in Case
It doesn't seem likely that anyone who bothers to stop by this little corner of the 'net hasn't already seen this at Rorate Cæli and a few other places, but I suppose it's possible.
So just in case, this bit of news in the continuing passion of the Franciscans of the Immaculate is worth linking.
"Justice has been done!" it ends. Well. Some justice, to be sure. So much as the secular courts can give anyway. But there's more to be done. Maybe even some mercy.
("Mercy". Hmmm. Where've I heard that before?)
[ADDENDUM: The plot thickens: no apology, but a contradiction of the above. Rorate Cæli publishes it here.]
Saturday, February 07, 2015
Some Piping for the Weekend
Padraig McGovern playing more regulators than, well, anyone. Leo Rowsome used to go to town on the regulators but I never saw him do it only heard recordings; don't know if he did it like this. This is gorgeous stuff regardless.
[Tnx to Pete Stewart and the LBPS FB site for pointing out this video.]
Labels: Uilleann Pipes
William Wordsworth, call your office
Thursday, February 05, 2015
A Salutary Warning
Saturday, January 31, 2015
1st Vespers of Septuagesima Sunday
Benedicamus Domino, Alleluia, Alleluia!
Deo Gratias, Alleluia, Alleluia!
Today the Liturgy says farewell to "Alleluia" until Holy Saturday.
The Inn had this to say a decade ago:
The medieval Church had several ceremonies of Farewell to the Alleluia which took place on the eve of Septuagesima. From Dom Gueranger:
The farewell to the Alleluia, in the Middle Ages, varied in the different Churches. Here, it was an affectionate enthusiasm, speaking the beauty of the celestial word; there, it was a heart-felt regret at the departure of the much-loved companion of all their prayers.
We begin with two antiphons, which would seem to be of Roman origin. We find them in the Antiphonarium of Saint Cornelius of Compiegne, published by Dom Denys de Sainte Marthe. They are a farewell to Alleluia made by our Catholic forefathers in the ninth century; they express, too, the hope of its coming back, as soon as the Resurrection of Jesus shall have brightened up the firmament of the Church.
ANT. Angelus Domini bonus comitetur tecum, Alleluia, et bene disponat itineri tuo, ut iterum cum gaudio revertaris ad nos, Alleluia, Alleluia.
ANT. May the good angel of the Lord accompany thee, Alleluia, and give thee a good journey, that thou mayst come back to us in joy, Alleluia.
ANT. Alleluia, mane apud nos hodie, et crastina proficisceris, Alleluia ; et dum ortus fuerit dies, ambulabis vias tuas, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.
ANT. Alleluia, abide with us today, and tomorrow thou shalt set forth, Alleluia ; and when the day shall have risen, thou shalt proceed on thy way, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluuia.
From the Gothic Church of Spain, an anthem:
Ibis, Alleluia. Prosperum iter habebis Alleluia; et iterum cum gaudio revertaris ad nos, Alleluia. In manibus enim suis portabunt te: ne unquam offendas ad lapidem pedem tuum. Et iterum cum gaudio revertaris ad nos, Alleluia.
Thou shalt go, Alleluia; thy journey shall be prosperous, Alleluia; and again come back to us with joy, Alleluia. For they shall bear thee up in their hands, lest at any time thou dash thy foot against a stone. And again come back to us with joy, Alleluia.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
If We Lived in a Civilized Country. . . .
I've wondered about this since the demonstrations first started and I wondered where all the brave investigative reporters went to. It takes money to come up with all those professionally designed and printed banners and signs. And yet the press seemed utterly uninterested. Now we know where the money came from: government grants and George Soros. And we can guess why the press was uninterested.
G. K. Chesterton on Marriage
This is from the July/August 2014 number of Gilbert, which they put into a question and answer format. The topic is, shall we say, synodically relevant.
The questioner wanted the marriage to be a standard commercial contract. Said GKC:
Now I quite understand this commercial theory of marriage, but I thought I had at least made it clear that it is not my theory of marriage. I contrasted marriage with a mere contract; I said it was not a mere contract, or even a mere promise, in the sense that it is the ordinary basis of mere contract. I said it was something which is more than a promise, and is called a vow. Two people make a unique and absolute agreement, not to exchange this or that, but to share everything, including any evil that may befall either. Personally I think people's heads must be very dull and their hearts very dead, in the days when the very thought of so absolute and audacious an adventure does not move them like a trumpet. But it is not a question here of what I feel, but of what I said. I said the vow was a unique thing, distinct from a contract or even a promise.
And then the questioner wants to tweak the text of the vows to make them a tad more modern. ("Obedience?" "'til death us do part?" Seriously?) GKC saith:
It never seems to occur to you that others might omit the wedding. What is the point of the ceremony except that it involves the vow? What is the point of the vow except that it involves vowing something dramatic and final? Why walk all the way to a church in order to say that you will retain a connection as long as you find it convenient? Why stand in front of an altar to announce that you will enjoy somebody's society as long as you find it enjoyable? You talk of reasons for omitting some of the words, without realising that it is an even better reason for omitting all the words. In fact the proof that the vow is what I describe, and what you apparently cannot even imagine, a unique thing not to be confounded with a contract, can be found in the very fact that the vow becomes verbally ridiculous when it is thus verbally amended. The daring dogmatic terms of the promise become ludicrous in the face of the timidity and triviality of the thing promised. To say "I swear to God, in the face of this congregation as I shall answer at the dreadful day of judgment, that Maria and I will be friends until we quarrel" is a thing of which the very diction implies the derision. It is like saying, "In the name of the angels and archangels and the whole company of heaven, I think I prefer Turkish to Egyptian cigarettes:' or "Crying aloud on the everlasting mercy, I confess I have grave doubts about whether sardines are good for me:'
Obviously nobody would ever have invented such a ceremony, or invented any ceremony to celebrate such a promise. Men would merely have done what they liked, as millions of healthy men have done, without any ceremony at all. Divorce and re-marriage are simply a heavy and hypocritical masquerade for free love and no marriage.
Tuesday, January 06, 2015
The Roll of Honor
For your edification and encouragement:
The list of Republican congressmen who voted against Cryin' Charlie.
More seriously, there are poems, hymns, and lovely pictures concerning Epiphanytide over at Recta Ratio; you can find them here.
Monday, January 05, 2015
The nanny state strikes again. The Evil Plague stalking the land this time is sledding. Yeah, sledding, i.e., sliding down hill on a snow covered slope of some kind. Not, to be sure, a prohibition that is likely to have much impact here in the southeastern corner of L.A. county, where we have neither hills nor snow. But another indication of which way the wind blows in this country.
Details from the Washington Times.
Well, here's an interesting bit of information. It seems Isabella the Catholic had a major influence on the rules of chess. Originally the queen was not only not the key piece in the game but wasn't even the queen. I suppose I thought, insofar as I thought about it at all, that the rules of chess came fully formed from the mind of God into the hands of . . . um, well I guess Adam. It could fill in the hours when he wasn't earning his bread by the sweat of his brow.
In any event, Mrs Vidal gives you the whole story here.
Labels: Puttering about on the internet
The Jean Arthur TV Movie Alert Service
The Jean Arthur TV Movie Alert Service has a marathon for you today: beginning at 5:00 p.m. PST on TCM there are five Jean Arthur movies on offer, four of the best and one, well, O.K. (History is Made at Night is actually pretty good, but it can't hold a candle to Mr Deeds, The More the Merrier, Mr Smith, or You Can't Take it With You.) It begins with Mr Deeds Goes to Town.
Crank up the recording devices.
Saturday, January 03, 2015
Prayer at the New Year
A sobering plea for prayer from Msgr Pope of the Archdiocese of Washington:
We are very close to the new year, 2015 AD. And most of us at the new year have it in mind to pray for the future year not only for ourselves, but also for our family, country, and culture. With that in mind, there is something of an admonition to us all that I would share from Scripture. For while we look to the new year with hope, we do well to soberly assess the warnings of God that are seemingly more applicable than ever. Above all we must pray so as to avoid the otherwise necessary chastisements of God and the inevitability of ruin at our own hand if we do not soon repent.
We have good reason to have concern for what we have come to call Western culture. . . .
The rest is here. And many thanks to OnePeterFive for the citation.
Thursday, January 01, 2015
A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
On holy days being merry and happy:
The way in which religious mysteries are mixed with merry-making is very shocking to some people -- especially. . . .to the people who do not believe in the religious mysteries. Sceptics are so very sensitive on the point of reverence. . . . .I could not but smile at the thought of those who have again been trying to prove to me that religion has no function but to make men sad. Those who gradually built up the ancient customs of mankind had a better sense of proportion and decoration. They knew, if only by instinct, how things grave and gay can be combined and distributed, and where flippancy is fitting and where solemnity fits in with it; what contrast will best bring out a real severity, and what is the psychological meaning of that profound phrase "comic relief". . . . .-G.K. Chesterton, June 19, 1926
Christmas here was merry -- the gravy came out splendidly you'll be delighted to know. Thanksgiving, um, not so much. The giblets got misplaced. Don't ask how. They just did. But the Christmas gravy was a triumph, if I do say so myself. (You do remember that I am the gravy-chef?) Herself does the rest of the dinner so it goes without saying that that went very well indeed.
The new year's celebration could only have been lower-key if we'd slept through it, which we sometimes do. We actually had two celebratory options - the local RSCDS branch had a hogmanay dance and the parish had a gathering at Father's house - but herself wasn't feeling up to going out in the cold so we didn't go anywhere. Yes, cold. I realize 36° fahrenheit is hardly noticeable to Chicagoans, Canadians, New Yorkers and such but here in the not-quite-tropical-but-we-can-see-it-from-here southeastern corner of L.A. county that is eye-crossingly cold. So instead we just enjoyed each other's company.
I was sitting in the kitchen listening to the radio and doing the crossword puzzle when the gentleman down the street with the IQ of eight ounces of yogurt set off his explosive device* to signalize the arrival of the new year. I then quietly played Auld Lang Syne on the melodeon. And so to bed.
*The technical definition of the point at which an illegal firework becomes an explosive device I will leave to the courts. For purposes of The Inn, I have, as you will have noted, made my own decision.
Oh, one more thing:
Faustum et Felicem annum MMDCCLXVIII A.U.C !-swiped from VoxRomana, in particular her Twitter feed.
annum bis millesimum septingentesimum sexagesimum octavum ab. urbe condita
Monday, December 29, 2014
Somebody Got a Lump of Coal in his Stocking
Friday, December 26, 2014
Our Christmas Altar
Our usual little chapel space is too small for Christmas attendance so we migrate to our host parish's hall and do our best to make it a fitting place for High Mass. Still no incense, though. (Smoke alarms we're not allowed to turn off, doncha know.) But it was a beautiful Mass nonethless.
Everything is packed up and re-migrated now back to our little liturgical home and ready for Sunday.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
It's Christmas Eve and only a few hours away from our Christmas Eve High Mass. Some of us will be arriving a bit early to set up for Mass and do a spot of decorating in a larger space than our usual little chapel. Not as large and elegantly Gothic a space as the folks shown above have (not yet, anyway) but we do what we can.
Should you be in the neighbourhood around 7-ish you're welcome to join us.
Festina, quæsumus, ne tardaveris, Domine Iesu, ut adventus tui consolationibus subleventur, qui in tua pietate confidunt!
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Miss-out on the Aubrey/Maturin Novels? Never in life, my dear.
All the Aubrey/Maturin novels have been republished complete in a boxed set of five volumes, says Fr Z in a blogpost here. An excellent opportunity to acquire the lot. I probably won't, as I have most of them already. In fact, I thought I had them all but in collecting them all in one shelf not long ago I realized some of the set have gone missing. Fallen over-board, perhaps.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Fr Mark has a deep meditation on the Gaudete introit which you can find here.
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Friday the 13th . . .
. . . comes on a Saturday this month. All the usual precautions apply.
If, as hardly seems likely, you've been waiting this whole long ten days to find out the results of the Great Crook, Criminal, Scalawag, or Rascal Manhunt of 2014 alluded to below, the alleged crook, criminal, scalawag, or rascal who was the object thereof got away clean. It didn't actually take the full ten days to come up with that intelligence, though. We knew that night. But as usual, your servant has been neglecting The Inn for assorted other pasttimes, e.g., doctor/dental appointments, classes, gigs, practicing on the new melodeon (we are getting better! Not perhaps good just yet, but definitely better), and general puttering around here and there.
Tuesday, December 02, 2014
Crooks, Criminals, Scalawags, or Rascals
Not only have we been blessed today with pluviam salutarem as the collect puts it, but we have also had our neighbourhood locked down by the lebenty-leben sheriff's deputies who have been searching for a crook, criminal, scalawag, or rascal said to be hiding somewhere hereabouts. A friend telephoned to say that the c,c,s, or r in question is wanted for an attempted car-jacking. And now you know as much about it as I do.
A good day to be in lock-down as it happens. We have plenty of tea and soda bread and I do believe the turkey soup is about ready.
A Little Drought Relief
Saturday, November 29, 2014
G.K. two days in a row:
The truth is that we could all find reason for rebelling against theology every week; just as we could all find reason for rebelling against Government every week. But rebelling against Government is dangerous, so modern people (very characteristically) prefer to rebel against theology, which is safe.
G.K. Chesterton in the Illustrated London News, March 16, 1907
(But I got it, as usual, from gkchestertonquote.com here. You can get these delivered directly to your twitterfeed, you know, and obviate the need to depend on the vagaries of The Inn's publishing schedule to get your GKC. Yes, I know. Using the word "schedule" in regard to The Inn is stretching a point to its breaking isn't it.)
The St Andrew Christmas Novena
It's not really to St Andrew; but it begins, depending upon which tradition you follow, on his feast day or on the 1st Sunday of Advent which is the Sunday nearest his feast day. This year that's the same thing. And it's not really a novena which is supposed to last nine days.
But it's a beautiful prayer tradition for the season. The prayer is this:
Hail and blessed be the hour and moment in which the Son of God was born of the most pure Virgin Mary, at midnight, in Bethlehem, in piercing cold. In that hour, vouchsafe, O my God! to hear my prayer and grant my desires, through the merits of Our Saviour Jesus Christ, and of His Blessed Mother. Amen.The tradition is to pray it 15 times a day until Christmas. There are many mentions of it on the web but no site goes very deeply, or indeed at all, into its history. Mrs Vidal says as much as anyone here. There's another mention here. It seems that's as much as we're going to learn about it. My grandmother knew it and so as a good traditionalist, I've adopted it.
Labels: Tenete Traditiones
November 29 -- Blesseds Denis & Redemptus, Carmelite Martyrs
November 29th in the Carmelite calendar is the feast of Bl Denis and Bl Redemptus, two Carmelite friars martyred by the Mahometans in the 17th century. There's an old post with their vitæ here.
The old collect:
O God, Who in Thy wondrous providence, didst lead blessed Dionysius and Redemptus through the perils of the sea to the palm of martyrdom, grant through their intercession that in the midst of earthly vicissitudes and worldly desires we may remain steadfast even unto death in the confession of Thy name. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.
(It's also the birthdays of Vin Scully, Archbishop Marcel Lefebvre, and Janet Napolitano. Let those who place great stock in the horoscope make of that what they will.)
[Addendum: Yes, I had the wrong month typed in there for the longest time, hadn't I. Well, it's correct now. November it is.]
Friday, November 28, 2014
All Punishment is Religious Persecution
For some mad reason in this mad world of ours the things about which men differ most are exactly the things about which they must be got to agree. Men can agree on the fact that the earth goes round the sun. But then it simply does not matter a dump whether the earth goes around the sun or the Pleiades. But men cannot agree about morals; sex, property, individual rights, fixity of contracts, patriotism, suicide, public habits of health – these are exactly the things that men tend to fight about. And these are exactly the things that must be settled somehow, and settled on strict principles. Study each of them, and you will find each of them works back certainly to a philosophy, probably to a religion. Every Society has to act upon dogmas, and dogmas are exactly those things that are most disputable. It puts a man in prison for the dogma of the sanctity of human life. All punishment is religious persecution.Remotely: G.K. Chesterton in the Illustrated London News, March 16, 1907
More immediately: shamelessly pilfered from the Wit and Wisdom: G.K. Chesterton Quotes website on which you can find today's post here.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.4th Amendment to the Constitution of the United States
But that was long ago. Now we have this.
Friday, November 07, 2014
"I'll get you, my pretty . . . . and your little dog, too!"
It seems Toto and his kin are about to become illegal in Iran, along with cold beer, the New Testament, compound interest, pictures of Muhammed, and heaven knows what else.
You'll be relieved to know, though, that "get" in this case doesn't mean actual death as the Wicked Witch of the West seems to have intended. Just 74 lashes and a $3,700 (more or less) fine.
More details here.
(Who knew the cat lobby was so powerful in Iran?)
Thursday, November 06, 2014
The Lost Sheep of the Lonely Revolution
Anthony Trollope Weekly Quote
"The Earl had been a man quite capable of making himself disagreeable ... Of all of our capabilities this is the one which clings longest to us."
Tuesday, November 04, 2014
No More High Hopes
William Murchison in Chronicles:
"The polls" have it that Americans in 2014 expect virtually nothing from the 2014 style in Washington politicians.
Amid the horrors we trip over every morning when evacuating our beds, this revelation may count as very, very, very good news.
We don't want to expect much from our politicians, of whatever sex, party, creed, and persuasion. A major roadblock to achievement of the earnest hopes of the past half dozen years—the Obama years—is ... well, those same earnest hopes. My brothers, my sisters, it wasn't ever going to happen that a smooth-tongued office seeker was going to set America right—or whatever it was we supposed he would do, once duly inducted as orator-in-chief.
Aristotle may have thought politics a worthy tool for inculcating virtue, etc., but that was another place, another time, a world of more limited aspirations than the generalized hope for life without pain, inconvenience and undue suffering, marked by ethnic reconciliation, enduring peace and steady increases in the minimum wage.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Where We've Been
Ireland, in a word. We were in Ireland for the last part of September and the first part of October for our niece's wedding. Hence the even sparser than usual posting here. Now, I should have been able to do some of that using the smart phone. All I needed were the Blogspot passwords which were in my book. In my book on my desk. In my book on my desk at home. Yeah. Exactly.
In any event, we had a very enjoyable time. (Except for the traveling bit. Airlines really resent the presence of customers and try to make it as uncomfortable for them as possible in hopes they'll give up and take a boat or the train.)
So, herewith in no particular order the photographs, which can, as usual, be clicked on and made far too large:
DART and the DART station only half a block from Ariel House. The Latin Mass Chaplaincy has its own webpage here with better pictures than I took. St Kevin Church has one, too. It's here. (Do click on the second picture above showing the sanctuary. You need a full-screen view of that. It's a Pugin church and the reredos is nothing short of breathtaking.)
And there's the aforementioned Westland Row and Westland Row's organ.
More later. I need some lunch.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Blessed Charles of Austria
Today is the feast of Blessed Charles of Austria, the last Emperor of Austria-Hungary. I had a note on my calendar but it was really Mrs Vidal who reminded me here.
(Yes, posting here has been even sparser than usual lately. We have been away for a couple of weeks -- there will be pictures posted -- and there has been much to catch up with that was even more pressing than The Inn when we returned. A modicum of posting regularity is being planned, though. No, honestly.)
Should Be Printed Above Every Article in Every "Health" Section of Every Newspaper Ever Published
Thanks to this morning's edition of the G.K. Chesterton twitter feed. The website is here.It is psychologically impossible, in short, when we hear real scientific statistics, not to think that they mean something. Generally they mean nothing. Sometimes they mean something that isn’t true.--G.K. Chesterton in the Illustrated London News, November 18, 1905
Thursday, October 16, 2014
What is That Gurgling Sound?
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
The unknown history of Eucharistic Prayer II from Louis Boyer via Rorate Cæli.
(It's worse than you thought.)
Not a Vicar of Bray
Fr Blake on Cardinal Burke's demotion and where we are today:
So according to rumours Cardinal Burke is off to become Cardinal-Patron of the Order of Malta. It is hardly surprising considering his opposition to the new orthodoxies. If anyone has presented himself as the 'loyal opposition' it is Burke. Magister points out that he unlike many other Curial Cardinals has maintained his integrity and that is what I have heard from Rome. He is a Nathanael, 'an Israelite without guile'. Others might jockey for position, like renaissance princes, playing the Machiavellian games that are as much part of the Roman scene today as they were five hundred or a thousand years ago.
Ratzinger might well have appointed his enemies to key positions, so long as they could hold an intellectual position together but things are different now, broken corpses are now on display in the city squares. It is not necessary for the Prince to say anything, or even to know his policies, it is actions that are important and being part of his party.
L.A. Unified School District gets Serious About Truancy
A swat from a ruler on the palm of the hand used to be sufficient in the dear, dead days of my youth. Mine Resistant Ambush Protected Armored Vehicle, not so much. It says here in the Times that although the school police are returning grenade launchers, they are keeping the nifty vehicle shown above and the 61 rifles.
Mouth-off to the L.A.Teacher's Union at your peril.
Friday, September 12, 2014
Inclusivity at Catholic Charities. Or something.
Labels: Blithering idiom
Monday, September 08, 2014
Pet Peeve Dept
It's September now and time for all of those religious institutes that don't believe in Purgatory to start trolling for money so they can "remember" my loved ones on All Souls Day.
I got my second oh-so-sweet appeal today. There are seven pieces in this mailing and not one mention of the word "Purgatory" anywhere. Or suffering souls, for that matter. Everyone, immediately upon expiration, seems to have toddled along happily right into heaven.
So . . . what exactly do these people think they're praying for?
Labels: Eschatology without anxiety