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We are strange creatures.
(And my legs used to be a lot shorter)
There are people who get stuck on the Camino Francès and never leave.
I have been tasked by a friend to think about “gyrovagues“, though it seems to me that this is also a question about dilettantes, amateurs, “permanent pilgrims“, tourigrinos, not-real-pilgrims, pseuds.
But it would seem to me that gyrovaguerie is a defectiveness in a specifically Monastic Vocation, and not something that could be attributed easily to the Laity.
There is however such a thing as the error of permanent pilgrimage, whereby people fail to realise that the end of the Camino is where it starts. Within and with God.
And the start of the Camino is in the purpose of it.
The Error of the “permanent pilgrims” is that they suppose the walking and the journey itself to be the purpose of it, instead of understanding that these things are merely the means to an end.
They put their understanding into not purpose nor even desire nor question, but into the material dusty pathway in its most physical irrelevance.
Whereas we are all being called to our Lord Jesus Christ ; and even the most material End of our Ways to Saint James is Home, not elsewhere.
The “permanent pilgrim” instead supposes that the Way is somehow endless, away from responsibility, away from familiarity.
But he fails to find what he sought in Santiago de Compostela, and so he supposes that the fleeting satisfaction of his walk is what he found.
And so he repeats.
The Pilgrim simply seeks to return home, the long way ’round.
God Bless Cardinal Pell.
There is a lot of goodness in prisons. At times, I am sure, prisons may be hell on earth. I was fortunate to be kept safe and treated well. I was impressed by the professionalism of the warders, the faith of the prisoners, and the existence of a moral sense even in the darkest places.
I was in solitary confinement for thirteen months, ten at the Melbourne Assessment Prison and three at Barwon Prison. In Melbourne the prison uniform was a green tracksuit, but in Barwon I was issued the bright red colors of a cardinal. I had been convicted in December 2018 of historical sexual offenses against children, despite my innocence, and despite the incoherence of the Crown Prosecutor’s case against me. Eventually (in April of this year) the High Court of Australia was to quash my convictions in a unanimous ruling. In the meantime, I…
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I have publicly chided Archbishop Viganò for seemingly not understanding the word “hermeneutic” — but in a spirit of fairness, I have to and I must concede that nor does Sandro Magister …
A hermeneutic is not some sort of “intellectual attitude towards doctrine” because that would be a pretty good definition of the Modernist Heresy.
And if Viganò is steering uncomfortably close to Modernist Error, then it would be perfectly dishonest not to point out that Sandro Magister is steering pretty close to it as well.
Both men are proposing, quite erroneously, that the Hermeneutics in question are to be defined by political & ideological considerations and political & ideological disagreements between Catholics. That is exactly Modernist, and both men are therefore engaged in factional schismaticism and flirtations or more with formal Heresy.
I also take note that Sandro Magister failed to quote the text of Pope Benedict XVI that is the most pertinent to this question of Hermeneutics, which is rather dishonest of him.
A Hermeneutic is just a fancy way of saying “how a certain person interprets certain sayings or writings in such-and-such circumstance” — so that when a mother sends her young son out to the shops & market with a shopping list, the boy’s hermeneutics let him understand that “tomatoes” means a certain particular weight of a certain variety of tomatoes to be purchased at a certain particular trader’s, because he understands very well what his mother wants and has expressed to him in that single word ; whereas an entirely different person with a different manner of interpretation would necessarily interpret that same item on that very same list in a completely different, and likely erroneous, manner.
As you read this post, you are filtering it through your own Hermeneutics, and they will determine and define your reaction to and opinion of what I will have written.
And both of the fringe factions in the Church, the so-called “rad-trad” traditionalists and the FAR larger faction of “progressive” “spirit of the council” revolutionaries have developed Hermeneutics of Rupture whereby they have ceased to be like that young boy clutching his mother’s shopping list, fully conscious of the proper and correct interpretation of “tomatoes, two tins tuna, spaghetti, cheese, loo paper, wine, biscuits, milk, ham, bread, newspaper, fags, water“.
The small boy reads the shopping list with a Hermeneutic of Continuity.
In the Western world, Religion has never attempted to substitute itself for Science — not in Classical Greece ; not in the Roman Empire ; not in the Middle Ages ; not in the Modern era.
Indeed, those who claim that there’s any “truth” in the cliché are simply displaying their own ignorance and indoctrination.
I have been banned at LifeSite News for daring to point out that Archbishop Viganò’s latest text overtly calling for a revocation of the Second Vatican Ecumenical Council is not only completely schismatic, but is indeed formally Heretical.
See : Viganò at LifeSite
(I would BTW be unsurprised if this banning were at the personal request of Viganò himself, as he has recently been quite active at that website)
But apparently to defend the Church and an Ecumenical Council of the Catholic Church against Heresy and Schism is now a bannable “offense” at that site.
I wrote :
I entirely refuse and reject this foul manner of heterodoxy against Holy Church.
No good apparently … and deleted by their Moderators.
I have been de-platformed.
There is a certain type of “spirit of anti-council” stuff that is equally as Modernist as the “spirit of the council” rubbish, and it is just as destructive, just as uncatholic, and just as inspired by the Enemy himself.
The Heresy of Modernism is NOT simply whatever constitutes modernity in the present state of the Church, including BTW so much of it which is completely rubbish protestantising innovation for the sake of “in with the new, out with the old“.
No, Modernism is the deeply erroneous belief that only my own personal opinions about what is true and what is false should determine the validity or not of what is taught in doctrine by Holy Church.
The very worst kind of traditionalism (I mean the political movement, not the sublime beauty of ecclesial Tradition) is Modernist.
I am deeply disappointed by Archbishop Viganò’s latest intervention — the Council of Trent was almost as divisive as the Second Vatican Council, and it took about a century for it to be fully accepted by Catholics generally.
It may take a LOT longer than that for Vatican II to be accepted, indeed it almost certainly will — as these “spirit of the council” and “spirit of anti-council” types are so zealous in their destructive modernisms that they would happily see Holy Church crash and burn into a major Schism if only they can then get to bask in the Pride and Vainglory of their own divisive ideologies.
There is little more destructive BTW in what was done in the immediate aftermath of the Council than the ghastly ambiguities, elisions, and deliberate falsehoods that were introduced into the English-language translations of the Council texts — and if you look at where all of the worst strife and hatred exists between Catholics, it’s in the English-speaking Church.
I now fully expect that Archbishop Viganò will be excommunicated for Schism.
It is hard to express the full extent of disaster that he has created for himself and for Holy Church in this most recent intervention, especially in the light of the good will that he had gathered for himself in his earlier ones.
Down here at the Borderland between the Coastal Francigena and the Provençal Camino, Summer today has made his first bold moves, drenching all with his virus-killing UV and immune-strengthening Vitamin D rays from his Boss Man, the Sun.
These would be wonderful Camino hike blazing days, full of Indigo mountains and Sea and clear Azure Sky, generous cleansing heat, and the growing sense that a sea change is coming, to take us out from our shadow indoor lives and return us to the foot-printed pathways of our genuine destinations.
Long time no blogging …
I’m writing now because I think I’ve finally worked out how to address the question of the recent changes to the texts of the Lord’s prayer into several modern languages.
The “temptation” line is a particularly difficult one to accurately and elegantly translate into modern languages from either the Greek or the Latin, mainly because the verbal forms of those two ancient languages did not survive as such into the modern European ones.
I’ll look at this from the Latin for two reasons, with the clarification that the problem is basically the same from both the Latin and the Greek. First, the Western churches have always traditionally used the Latin rendering, not the Greek ; second, it’s also easier for me personally from the Latin.
I will be approaching this from a generally linguistic direction, even though I hope through that to perhaps help give some clarity to the strongly related theological matter.
It goes : et ne nos inducas in temptationem.
First, “inducas” is a subjunctive, not an imperative ; and “ne” expresses a negative will or desire, not the straightforward negation expressed in Latin by “non”.
So “ne” should neutrally be translated “may I/you/we not” or “may it not be so that I/you/we” — literally that is. It’s basically a negative form of “may”, except that no such word exists in English, nor pretty much in any modern Western European language.
The verb “inducere” means, literally, “to carry in/be carried in/bring in/” etc.
But what is really difficult here is that the combination of the meaning of “ne” with the second person of the verb “inducas” and the subjunctive mood leads to a rather complicated meaning, something along the lines of “May you not let it be so that”.
… which then automatically creates a difficulty on how to best render the semantic element of the verb, particularly in English where in time the subjunctive has become so weak that many native speakers no longer even recognise it when it’s used.
Adding to this difficulty is the double use of “in” — “inducas in temptationem”
What’s not evident is that this is not two separate uses, but the same use repeated for purposes of both insistence, and to qualify the meaning of “inducas” so that its “in” element concerns the “temptationem” rather than the verb being used in its most literal manner, thus not just qualifying but changing the meaning of that verb — so that it means more “to bring temptation in” rather than “to bring in into temptation”. In context, this is not the sort of subtle difference as appears at first glance.
Another non-self-evident and so difficult element is that the “nos” is actually in the Nominative, not the Accusative, so that it’s the subject of the subjunctive phrase “nos inducas”, not its object.
So we end up with a rough idea of : “And // may You not let it be so // that // we to bring temptation in”
Or cleaned up, “And may You not let it be so that we shall take temptation in.” — though as you can see, even that falls short of the full meaning, as it fails to fully express the prayer that God might let us be neither the place where temptation is suffered or succumbed to, nor to be those who might cause temptation in others.
So you see, literally, it is not God here who is bringing in the temptation, but it’s us ; and we are praying to Him that He shall not let us do this thing.
But that is very difficult to render, in a translation that’s both formally accurate and elegant in the modern European languages, especially the non-Romance and non-Greek ones.
Confession : I am a True Pilgrim.
Photo by Bill Bennett
I’m not entirely sure myself what it means to be a “True Pilgrim” — except that it’s not something that you can ever decide for yourself, but only be recognised as, by other True Pilgrims.
I do know that I can instantly recognise another True Pilgrim when I see one, though, even when he might not know it himself yet.
As I didn’t myself when I was told.
It’s a strange status and position to be in — humble, yet humbling ; responsible, yet free ; truthful, yet tolerant.
The True Pilgrim cannot, frankly, be defined nor understood, though I certainly have my own silly old understanding of the idea …
But it’s certain that the True Pilgrim is only met along the Way as a strange & providential oddity.
Coming usually to share some manner of strangely purposeful and meaningful wine and good times with you and curious transient sympathy ; but sometimes more.
He can be your strange elsewhere friend and our own more abstract love along the Way of Saint James, perhaps the one who never compromises with his own Way, but certainly the one who will NEVER compromise with yours !!
Though probably, in practice, just that weirdo pilgrim guy over there you can’t wrap your head around.
I am, for my sins, just such a pilgrim — one imagines the men of Purgatory, perhaps, or the Exodus, to try and understand this continuing presence of ours along this Path — but you would be wrong to think of these matters in mythical & biblical story terms only !! These are the works and worries of every foot pilgrim over every kilometre of the Way, and we are not called to ignore them.
We are called to embrace and love and transcend them.
I have a project to walk from my home Parish to Arles, then Andorra, Toledo, Fatima, Santiago, Saint Jean Pied de Port, Lourdes, Arles, home.
This is a CRAZY idea from pretty much any rational perspective, I mean 4000-4200 Km and so on …
So it’s not a matter of when — but if — it’s still very hypothetical, though it’s the logical conclusion of several things that have been brewing in me since the 1993 Way that I made with some Parisian friends, and ended up making me into the pilgrim that I am.
Surprisingly — and he has a lovely tendency to surprise me in the best of ways — it’s my godfather’s idea originally, as such.
His understanding of the Camino is astounding for one never having set foot on it, better IMO than most pilgrims themselves.
And though neither he nor I really understood what he was actually suggesting to me at the time, my thinking now is that I’ve finally realised that if I’m ever to do the return pilgrimage as such, then not only does it need to be all the way, but it also needs to be after pilgrimage all the way back here ; and by consequence both in the same all-the-way foot pilgrimage. Anything else would be half-way from my perspective, because from the “purist” point of view, you can’t just chop the Camino up into convenient bite-sized portions for this sort of purpose. (though others who do just that for other purposes do very well indeed)
Scary of course, but at least I know now since the 2014 Camino that the “reverse” Camino is something I can actually handle psychologically — it’s far easier to handle solitude in anticipation of company than transient company in anticipation of solitude, and it’s taken me 25 years to get my head ’round that difficulty, but that’s done.
It would take FAR more organisation than I’ve ever had to create so far in the previous pilgrimages. Also, not even thinkable until well after I’m installed back at my old/new place with that GREAT view etc. over Monte-Carlo. Plus some training etc.
The most beautiful thing about this is that I’m now more seriously thinking of our Parish altar as the End of the Camino than I ever have before — the perspective of walking home from such a Pilgrimage back to the altar of our own Parish church is strikingly powerful.
But crikey — Six. Months. (or more) ; and only Fatima to Santiago in the midst of it with typical pilgrims that I might hope to see more than just once only then gone forever !!
Well, maybe a few compañeros for a few days near Arles hmmmmm ….
Lots to think about …