We are not just material beings, but spiritual persons with a need for meaning, purpose, and fulfillment that transcends the visible confines of this world. This longing for transcendence is a longing for truth, goodness, and beauty. Truth, goodness, and beauty are called the transcendentals of being, because they are aspects of being. Everything in existence has these transcendentals to some extent. God, of course, as the source of all truth, goodness, and beauty, has these transcendentals to an infinite degree. Oftentimes, He draws us to Himself primarily through one of these transcendentals. St. Augustine, who was drawn to beauty in all its creaturely forms, found the ultimate beauty he was seeking in God, his creator, the beauty “ever ancient, ever new.”―Sister Gabriella Yi, O.P.

Living right on the left coast of North America!

So then, brethren, stand firm and hold to the traditions which you were taught by us, either by word of mouth or by letter.—2 Thessalonians 2:15

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Brick by brick: the death of the Spirit-of-Vatican-2

Q. What do you call the destruction of a modernist building?
A. A good start.

UW Catholic | 1968 - 2016

As many are already well aware, the Church on the campus of St. Paul's University, UW-Madison, is getting a new Catholic Centre. The old concrete bunker, described by some as "iconic"—de gustibus non est disputandum—has been destroyed. Old news, of course. However, the construction of a new temple to the glory of God which actually emulates something of the glory of God instead of resembling a nuclear fallout shelter is something that, arguably, should merit continuous celebration and practical support.



or this?

An ode to the Spirit-of-Vatican-II hipsters who continue to dream of fiction.

with apologies to Mary Hopkins

Once upon a time there was a chapel
Where we used to raise a chalice or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And think of all the mundane things we'd do

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
La la la la...

Then the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our sorry notions on the way
If by chance I'd see you in the chapel
We'd smile at one another and we'd say


Just tonight I stood before the chapel
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me?


Through the door there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh my friend we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams are still the same


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