November 05, 2006

Agapas Me

Out with the old, and in with the new. Whispers in the Wastleland is now the old defunct blog. It hasn't been updated in a year.

Agapas Me is the new blog which I will use as I prepare for total consecration To Jesus Through Mary (according to the formula described by St. Louis de Montfort). The day of consecration will be on the solemnity of the Immaculate Conception of Our Lady, the Blessed Virgin Mary.

Agapas Me is the question Jesus Christ asked of St. Peter, after Peter's three denials of Jesus and after Christ's resurrection. Jesus asked, "Simon son of John, do you love me?" (John 21:15)

In Greek, "Agapas Me?" means "Do you love Me?" and Jesus is using the word for love, agape, which translates to an unconditional self-sacrificing love. The exchange between Jesus and Peter in John 21 is something I've been meditiating over for quite some time.

The new blog will be found here --> http://hermitswilderness.com/agapasme/

While the first blog entry of the new blog has not been written yet, I expect it will be done before the day is finished. God Bless.

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August 07, 2005

Whispers in the Wasteland

I've been contemplating another name change for the blog, and today's first reading (Year A - 19th Sunday in ordinary time) seems to be appropiate way to close out the old way in preparation for the new way. I've given more context than supplied by today's reading (1 Kings 19:3-13):

Elijah was afraid and fled for his life, going to Beer-sheba of Judah. He left his servant there and went a day's journey into the desert, until he came to a broom tree and sat beneath it. He prayed for death: "This is enough, O LORD! Take my life, for I am no better than my fathers." He lay down and fell asleep under the broom tree, but then an angel touched him and ordered him to get up and eat. He looked and there at his head was a hearth cake and a jug of water. After he ate and drank, he lay down again, but the angel of the LORD came back a second time, touched him, and ordered, "Get up and eat, else the journey will be too long for you!" He got up, ate and drank; then strengthened by that food, he walked forty days and forty nights to the mountain of God, Horeb.

There he came to a cave, where he took shelter. But the word of the LORD came to him, "Why are you here, Elijah?" He answered: "I have been most zealous for the LORD, the God of hosts, but the Israelites have forsaken your covenant, torn down your altars, and put your prophets to the sword. I alone am left, and they seek to take my life." Then the LORD said, "Go outside and stand on the mountain before the LORD; the LORD will be passing by." A strong and heavy wind was rending the mountains and crushing rocks before the LORD--but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake--but the LORD was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake there was fire--but the LORD was not in the fire. After the fire there was a tiny whispering sound. When he heard this, Elijah hid his face in his cloak and went and stood at the entrance of the cave. A voice said to him, "Elijah, why are you here?"

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May 12, 2005

The Rise and Fall of Colleen Applegate

As Mr. McClarey puts it, "a pro-Playboy troll comes to Open Book." A commentor at Amy Welborn's blog sings praises of the Playboy track to stardom. He cites Pamela Anderson, Jenny McCarthy, and Tara Patrick (Carmen Electra) as examples.

My reply follows...
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Oh, it's a little bit of centerfold gamesmanship, is it?

Well, I'll call your Pamela Anderson, and raise you a Colleen Applegate.

What? You've never heard of her? Oh, that's probably because she's dead. Although she gathered more fame as a dead porn star, she's largely forgotten now. The young 20-year-old girl came from Nowhere, Minnesota and struck out for Hollywood, California for her 15 minutes of fame. People Weekly describes her first steps to stardom:

A few weeks after leaving, Colleen called with an odd piece of good news: She was working as a model and earning $100 a day, more than her father was making. She didn't mention that she'd answered a newspaper ad for the World Modeling Agency in Van Nuys and had begun posing nude for magazine photographers.

PBS is more antiseptic, they can't be bothered to reveal her name:

She was from Minnesota. Young, pretty, and fresh. She went to Hollywood in search of a dream and found herself in X-rated movies, on drugs, and estranged from her family and friends.

Yeah, she made it to the "top." One week she's clinking champagne glasses with Francis Ford Coppola at the Erotic Film Awards, and the next week, well... "Two years to the month after she left Farmington, Colleen Applegate came home to be buried."

Such are the wages of the culture of death.

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April 27, 2005

Visions of the Wasteland

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
     Frisch weht der Wind
     Der Heimat zu.
     Mein Irisch Kind,
     Wo weilest du?

'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od' und leer das Meer.

Thus, I began a new direction on this blog, decrying the weakness of modern conservatism. Formerly this blog was called Voice in the Wilderness, but I felt the title was unoriginal and I did not have the courage to claim that I was following in the footsteps of John the Baptist. So I softened it to Whispers in the Wastleland, searched for an appropriate biblical quote -- there are a few places where whispers and wastlelands are mentioned -- but none seemed appropriate.

The title of the website is a play on the etymology of the word hermit. Indeed, also valid for this site is Eremite's Wilderness or eremites wilderness which would mean desert wilderness when the Greek word is translated. Additionally, there are some interesting personal connections. My mother grew up in a village Saint Antoine, more properly, the parish of Saint Antoine L'Ermite, named after Saint Anthony the hermit of the Egyptian desert. Saint Anthony is considered to be the founder of Christian monasticism. My father grew up in a nearby village Notre Dame (Our Lady). My parents married in my mother's parish and my birthday is the feast day of Our Lady of Lourdes (however, my actual day of birth was on a Sunday). The healing waters of Lourdes and the desert are quite a contrast and yet, naturally, I've come to think of the Church as an oasis in the wastleland.

So when Pope Benedict XVI spoke of deserts and water during the homily of his installation Mass, I knew I had found a match, an appropriate signature quote for the blog (n.b. Saint Benedict is the founder of western monasticism):

Continue reading "Visions of the Wasteland"
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April 08, 2005

A Coincidence

A personal note: I visited Blessed John XXIII seminary today. I met Father Peter Uglietto (the next rector for Pope John), who remarked to the effect that it was an interesting coincidence that when we scheduled the appointment several weeks ago, we had no idea that it would fall on the day of the pope's funeral.

Indeed.

Summoning all the sagacity and acumen I could muster at the moment, I replied, "Uh huh."

;-)

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