Culture Wars? What Culture Wars?

Whenever I see a headline using the term "culture war," I briefly get my hopes up for what the news article will contain. I think to myself, "Perhaps those on the left have finally become concerned about the works of Charles Dickens being too widely read." Or, "Maybe the executives at MTV have finally realized the danger to their livelihood present in the Corries." But then, when I do click on that link, I am sadly disappointed to realize that the news item being referred to concerns only one of a handful of issues that seem to garner the title of "culture war" issues - abortion, gay marriage, contraception, religious speech in public, etc.

Don't get me wrong: all of these issues are important. What I have been longing for recently, though, is a true culture war, or perhaps even a culture crusade. The usual issues associated with the "culture wars" definitely deserve attention, but they do not necessarily seem to connote a battle between cultures. Rather, it seems to me that these issues are disagreed upon only by different ideologies residing in the same, drab modern culture. And there is a big difference between two different cultures being at war, and two different ideologies.

In fact, those on either side of the "culture wars" seem to abandon all semblance of hostility when it comes to matters of culture; they watch the same TV shows, listen to the same music, read the same books, and generally have the same lifestyles as their opponents. They simply have a different ideology regarding the hot button issues of the day. Disagreements between the "right" and the "left" are put aside so they can watch the Super Bowl together. The tensions between Republicans and Democrats disappear when talking about the goodness of the Industrial Revolution, an issue that should be contended in any true culture war. The differences between "blue" and "red" are differences in intellectual opinions, not differences in culture.

The primary weakness of an ideology or intellectual opinion, though, is that there is an implied separation between it and the rest of life. For those who are simply ideologically liberal, or ideologically Christian, they separate their beliefs from the actions they perform in the rest of their lives. It's as if they were walking modern colleges, with different departments of home-ology, work-ology, fun-ology, and ideology. Ideologies do not have cohesion, they simply wish to remain at the level of ideas and never make a demand on the rest of life.

But culture is a far more demanding, and thus a far more enriching thing. Culture is not satisfied with only the intellect. True culture is a combination of all those things that make man's life human. It includes all his actions: work, home, leisure, and intellect. Culture seeks to unite books, songs, poetry, philosophy, theology, liturgy, art, architecture, economics. A culture is pervasive, it is found in all the parts of a society. It is not content with simply having people believe in its ideas; culture aims to form people to see, hear, smell, touch, taste in a certain way. It wants to make them dream in a certain way, and only then will it make them think in a certain way.

Unfortunately, there is one widespread culture today, and only a few are trying to do anything different. The present culture is, as John Paul II so rightly put it, a culture of death. It is a culture that seeks to destroy human life materially and spiritually. It is a culture that takes children from their mother's womb by taking the mother's ability to think away from her. It saturates us with "entertainment," blasting us with image after image so that our imaginations becomes a blur, and we can no long concentrate on the higher things. Today's culture seeks to bring death to each moment, wishing to make us dull so that we can no longer feel pain or joy.

If we hope to bring about great change, then, we must engage in true cultural war. Right now, so far as I can see, this war is much smaller than the ideological "culture war" that gains the headlines. However, there are those out there who are becoming truly dangerous to the present culture. These people, many of whom I have been blessed to know, are trying to reestablish a Christian culture - a culture that by and large has been lost for the last hundred years. They are trying to live as differently as they can. They live without TV, without modern music. They are relearning the old songs, and celebrating the old feasts. They are writing down the old wisdom in new books, and they are rediscovering all the poetry of Christianity.

Christianity is such a beautiful, rich thing in everything it has to offer. As the Pope has mentioned so many times, Christianity is first and foremost an encounter with the Person of Jesus Christ. It is primarily a relationship. But it is a relationship that is meant to form and affect every singly aspect of human living. A Christian culture, then, is not something strictly resigned to Sundays. Ideological Christianity will isolate itself to Sundays, but Christian culture is something more. It is something that offers to order music, literature, art, and all the rest of culture to Christ. It proposes to direct all human activity to the one purpose of bringing man closer to Jesus. It is a beautiful truth, a beautiful gift from God, and a beautiful example we can offer to the world. 

And as more people become exhausted with the current culture (spiritually and literally), there will be those who have kept alive the old Christian culture as an alternative. You'll know them because they'll be singing and reading. They'll appreciate good craftsmanship, and enjoy good beer. They'll truly work during the week, and they'll truly pray on Sunday. And one day, they'll be the one's making headlines such as, "Shock! Local family reads out loud together" and "Culture War Update: Boys' school learns old Irish tunes instead of Lady Gaga songs." Now those are headlines I can't wait to read.

Silence thy rumbling, insolent stomach - or, a blog post written on Ash Wednesday

Most of the time, when I sit down to write a blog post, I have a pretty good idea of what to say. I usually pick my topics two or three days in advance, and I just think over them whenever I have a spare moment. These thoughts may not be valuable, but they are at least usually preconceived. I also try to keep myself to a strict schedule of publishing on Wednesdays and Fridays. Most of the time this schedule works nicely, as it allows me to write on a wide range of subjects. Sometimes it backfires, and I come to Friday without a single idea of what I'm going to write. But most of the time, this schedule works.

Except when the particular Wednesday your are trying to write on is Ash Wednesday. For several weeks now (ok, for just the past week) I've realized that I was going to have to write this post on Ash Wednesday, and I also realized what a challenge this would be. Unfortunately for me and for most everybody around me, I am not a very good faster. I admit it, fasting tends to make me scatter brained and just a tad bit grumpy. So, when I realized that I'd be writing while fasting, several things occurred to me. First, I considered just moving the publication date to tomorrow. I thought, "I'll just wait until that whole fasting thing is over, and I can concentrate more." But I didn't like this idea because I tend to be kind of neurotic about disciplines and schedules, so when I fail to do something when it's supposed to be done, I get bothered by it. And, considering that the day I would get bothered by it would be Ash Wednesday and I would probably already be slightly irritable, I decided this was a bad idea.

So, my second idea was to especially try to prepare for this blog post so that even in my hunger induced state of mental confusion (I'm such a wuss) I could write something half-ways intelligent. Thus, for the past several days I have been thinking about this blog post. I have been thinking about what Lent is, the importance of mortifying our bodies, of bringing silence to the soul. I have been thinking about the importance of this silence when it comes to repentance, and how to repent truly is to silence one's self before God. Honestly, I think it was going to be a pretty good article.

And then Ash Wednesday came, and so did the appointed time for writing this blog post. And lo' and behold, my mind is mush and I cannot seem to string together the coherent thoughts I have been working on all week. I am reduced to nothing simply because I have not yet had anything to eat. I find it difficult to focus, difficult to concentrate, and difficult to pray. All because my stomach insists that it is not fully satisfied.

By skipping just a few meals, I have truly been reminded of the dust of which I am, and the dust to which I shall return. All my habits that are normally so easy become difficult when my body decides to rebel against my soul. But in truth, this is why we fast. We don't fast because it's easy, we fast because it's hard. We fast so that we can feel the rebellion of our bodies, so that we give our souls a chance to master our bodies. We do it to restore the order of our being, to place our intellects on the throne that subjugates the body. This can't happen without mortification, it can't happen without feeling the fast. God doesn't ask us not to suffer when we fast, He asks us not to turn away from Him.

And indeed, in so doing we do find that silence that I have been thinking about over the past couple of days. By being faithful during mortification, our bodily desires begin to become silent. They begin to stop their protesting, and instead do as the intellect tells them. They no longer act as anchors tying us down. Instead, our souls become like monasteries - silent, devoid of distraction, bare, and full of his presence.

So silence thy rumbling, insolent stomach, and let me write my blog post. Oh wait...

Whitney Houston: Death, Slavery, and the Pursuit of Contentment

The mortality of man does not seem to occur to most men until a famous man, or in this case woman, dies. Indeed, I don't believe it is a modern phenomenon that we are particularly struck be the deaths of the rich and famous. Part of the reason their deaths bring about a greater reaction is because most of us often assume (wrongly, of course) that wealth, fame, and power brings immortality. We see the rich and famous, and we think to ourselves, "What could possibly touch them? What are they subject to?"

And yet, inevitably, the hand of Death ultimately does touch them, and they do become subject to his power. Sure enough, Whitney Houston was no different than the rest of us mortals who walk this earth, and her death was a tragic loss just like each death is. However, this is not the only way in which Whitney Houston was like her contemporaries. In many ways, she typified much of the culture that produced her, gave her fame, and ultimately destroyed her. While some would call her life extraordinary, she was rather more normal than was good for her. That is because this culture that produced her is in truth rather abnormal.

As more details come out, it seems like her death is becoming more and more linked to her abuse of alcohol and prescription drugs. The verdict is not out yet on the cause of death, but it does seem like these are contributing factors. Indeed, shortly after her death, Aerosmith lead singer Steven Tyler told the paparazzi that constantly follow him, "I hate this disease," referring to drug addiction, something he has also dealt with. But what Mr. Tyler is missing, I believe, is an understanding of what the disease really is that he, Ms. Houston, and many in the world today really suffer from. Drug addiction is not so much a disease as a misguided attempt to cure the real disease of our time: the unbridled desire for contentment.

The true disease that Ms. Houston suffered from was the insatiable want for comfort, for numbness. In short, she had despaired of ever finding true fulfillment in this world and only had begun to wish to feel nothing. When you cannot find what true happiness is, you fill the void with distraction and pleasure until you become numb. Ms. Houston simply had more means to do so than the average person does. The average person in today's culture is very similar to Ms. Houston in that he does not know where his happiness lies. He does not know the location of true fulfillment (though he probably passes by It (Him) in his own town regularly).

Without direction, without an idea of what the good human life looks like, man simply wishes to escape. Indeed, much of the modern entertainment industry revolves around this very concept. TV, computers, video games - all of these offer forms of escape in one way or another. They dim the senses, draw you into another world, and try to numb the pain of life without meaning. They do not seek to enrich man, they simply wish to entertain him. And as they do, as man grows accustomed to having his unfulfilled desire for fulfillment soothed by a never ending cascade of images and sounds, man slowly becomes addicted to the comfort. Like Ms. Houston, he becomes addicted to contentment and no longer looks for what will really make him happy.

But video games, TV, movies, and the internet can never fully satiate man's desire for happiness. This desire is born in him; it's been placed in him by Happiness Himself. Thus, thought entertainment can dull the pains of desire for some time, eventually man becomes dissatisfied. Eventually, the desire for happiness becomes greater than the desire for contentment. But man is very clever at coming up with stronger numbing agents, and once the unfulfillment sets in he looks for new ways to take away the pain. And this was Ms. Houston's great downfall. She had the means to the best numbing agents man has invented, and these are what destroyed her.

If we are to escape from this same fate, then, we have to break free of the desire for contentment. Indeed, this is one of the reasons poverty has always been seen as something to be emulated in Christianity, because nothing breaks you free of the desire for contentment like never having it. So we must voluntarily take on some aspects of poverty. We need to start doing the things that do not numb the desire for happiness, but instead increase it. I've mentioned some of these things on this blog before: playing music, singing, reading books, going on walks, working with our hands, talking with our neighbors, entertaining guests. All of these things are essential human activities that engender a desire for happiness in our hearts. Imagine if we spent most of our lives doing these things instead of sitting in front of a screen? If we don't begin to live human lives, we will lose our desire for happiness. Instead, we will settle for the desire for contentment, which has been shown by Ms. Houston's demise to be incredibly lethal.

The Winter of Obama's Accomadation

It is a curious thing, I have observed, that winter generally follows on Fall and Summer, and it nearly always proceeds Spring. It is an even more curious thing to note that man, that ruler of nature, is also subject to its changes in season. Like all other creatures, man's work changes with the seasons. And while this change in man's work is witnessed to by a multitude of examples, the particular seasonal work of man that most concerns us at this moment is war, for we are surely now in a cultural war.

Though I am only an amateur historian, and an even more amateur soldier, I have noticed in all of the accounts of great wars that the changing of seasons brings changes in war-making. In ancient Greek and Roman times the coming of Winter often signaled a ceasing of hostilities. The same would hold true through much of medieval Europe, until Napoleon would learn what a mistake it is not to respect a winter, especially a Russian winter. Even into the 20th and 21st centuries with the introduction of mechanized warfare, Old Man Winter has forced military leaders to accommodate him. So, whether it was Washington at Valley Forge or Hitler at Stalingrad, all war-making men must pay their respects to Jack Frost.

To pay your respects to him as he passes, though, and to believe that he is a newly permanent resident of your home are two very different things. A great general will respect Winter, but he will also recognize its transience. In so doing, he will know how to keep his troops ready for fighting when the days are dark and silent. He will know how to keep both the fires in their camps and the fires in their hearts burning brightly. By doing so, he ensures victory in the Spring.

Now, as I mentioned, I am but an amateur historian and should not even be called an amateur soldier, so thoughts of military philosophy do not just pop into my mind. They only arrive there by being prompted, and what has prompted these considerations over the past several days has been Obama's "accommodation." Nothing in recent memory seems to have chilled a situation quite like our President's feigned compromise.

Before his announcement last Friday, Obama seemed to have no way out. It seemed, oddly enough, that for once almost everybody was on the side of the Catholic bishops. Even many Catholics in Congress found that they didn't have to be Catholics in only their private lives anymore; they could actually publicly support their Church. The roar from the media, bishops, lay people, and internet was growing louder and louder each day. You had Mike Huckabee proclaiming, "We're all Catholics now." You had articles being written that were titled "How the Catholic Church Became Cool Overnight." The battle seemed to be fully raging and then BAM! Obama Frost issued in a winter of accommodation.

Suddenly, the furor stopped. Yes, The Catholic blogosphere has still been in an uproar, but those of less orthodox persuasions have returned to their previous businesses like the soldiers of ancient Rome returning to their homes to harvest their crops. The likes of Tim Kaine and The Catholic Health Association had tired of the fight; they had tired of going against Obama. And this "accommodation," though nothing in substance, gave them just the cover they needed to flee the battle. Since then, the uproar has grown dimmer and dimmer. Slowly, the last articles regarding the mandate are slipping from the top headlines. Yes, we Catholics are still ready for battle, but for the rest of the country Winter has set.

The true test for us now is what we do during this Winter. Will we remain vigilant? Or will we too tire of the fight? Will we say, "Well, at least we got Obama to speak at a podium"? It seems to me that if we hope for victory in the Spring, we must be as vigilant as an army in Winter. The full emotions of battle have died down, and now we must stay focused on the details of war. Just as soldiers must keep their swords sharpened, and their guns clean, we must polish our arguments. We must learn the most effective ways to explain why this accommodation still violates our consciences. We must know how to best present this, in charity, to all those outside the Catholic church.

Similarly, just as an army in Winter must always call to mind memories of why it is fighting, we must keep our focus on the reasons for this fight. We must remember that we fight against this mandate because contraception is immoral, and it leads to the great unhappiness of our brothers and sisters. It separates them from God, their true end. We fight against this mandate because it forces Catholics to cooperate in work that is against our conscience, and if it stands our social service institutions will be absolutely crippled. And without these institutions of charity, the world will lose a great material and spiritual aid for those who are sick. We must keep our motivation, especially now when the outward appearances of the situation suggest that the war is over.

God does not ask us to be successful in this battle; He asks us to be faithful. If we are, the controversy will arise again, and we will be prepared. The rush of battle will come upon us only if we're faithful during this time of quiet. Unless we remain faithful, unless we continue our war-making even if the other side declares the war over, we will be victorious. Christ and His Church will be victorious. However, don't be fooled, it won't be easy to keep motivated; after all, it was very cold at Valley Forge.

The Church is evil - no, contraception is

With the contraceptive mandate receiving more and more national attention, the debate over contraception, religion, freedom, rights, and what constitutes women's health has taken center stage in the public's consciousness. Over and over again, these issues are being debated on TV, in the newspapers, on Facebook, and even in the most rare arena of conversation, in face to face dialogue. People are trying to wrap their minds around what they believe. Is the Obama administration stepping on religious freedom? Or are the rights of women being trampled on by an outdated religious institution?

Rarely do I delve into these issues over Facebook, but the severity of this attack caused me to do so last week. I happened to see a comment on somebody else's Facebook wall defending the Obama administration's decision, and, without knowing the person making these comments, I decided to engage him in conversation. Now, engaging another human being in conversation is always interesting. You're bound to learn a number of things that you did not previously know, and you are also required to take a look at yourself so as to determine what to say. Nowhere is this more true then when conversing with someone previously unknown who disagrees with you on matters of utmost importance. 

Now don't get me wrong; this wasn't my first encounter with someone who disagreed with me. However, it was my first encounter with someone who took all their thoughts to their logical conclusions and were willing to espouse those conclusions. For instance, he believed that rights were simply determined by the general will of the people, not by anything intrinsic in the nature of the thing. Thus, since the majority of people today have access to contraception, and view this as a good, it is necessary that everyone should have access to contraception. And, by access, he meant affordable access, because again, most insurance plans cover contraceptives. He also recognized that this requirement was indeed a violation of Catholics, religious liberties, but the rights established by a majority opinion trumped those religious liberties. This was also acceptable to him because the Catholic Church has done so many bad things throughout history that it deserves to have its religious liberties taken away. Further, the Catholic Church's teaching is just backwards.

Finding someone who actually believes all of these things at the same time was quite astonishing to me. Normally, someone only believes one or maybe two of these arguments, but to consciously acknowledge all of them  at the same time quite astounded me. I did not know someone could so thoroughly adhere to error. Indeed, in one sense it was frightening to realize how comfortable this person was at being anti-Catholic. He was totally comfortable trampling on the freedom of Catholics for seemingly three main reasons: 1) because women have a right to contraception due to the view of a majority of people, 2) this right of women trumps the right of religions that oppose contraception, and 3) it especially trumps the rights of a corrupt Catholic Church.

Now, what interests me the most are the first two arguments since I feel like they strike at the heart of this debate. The third point, while surprising, comes from a rather common misunderstanding of the nature of the Church. For instance, his third argument seems to imply that the Church is wrong and bad because it has wrong and bad people in some leadership positions. Indeed, he pointed to the usual accusations in this matter: the Inquisition, Pius XII, and the recent priest abuse scandals. He should have pointed to more, like the fact that over 90% of the first bishops of the Church abandoned Christ on the cross. His thesis seems to have been that due to the sins of the leaders, the religion is false. He didn't seem to understand that the Church exists for their salvation too, and that if it exists for their salvation they are indeed in need of salvation.

The first two points of his, though, I have seen repeated over and over again throughout the internet. They seem to me to be the main arguments for the opposition. Now, one can argue each point separately, or he can make one argument that negates both points. In the first instance he would argue that rights are determined by the nature of things, and the nature of man implies a right to the free practice of religion and not the right to contraception. And, indeed, it seems that many Catholics have taken to making this argument, in essence simply arguing that the right to religious freedom would trump any so-called right to contraception (if such a thing existed).

However, I honestly find this argument weak. It simply leads in a circle, because it pits right against right, and nobody will really ever be able to win this battle. Those who believe in a right to contraception often believe in religious freedom as well, just not when that religion is wrong. Similarly, those who are fighingt for religious liberty believe in the right of women to have healthcare, they just don't believe that contraception is healthcare. And this is where the real sticking point is: contraception. This debate centers around the issue of contraception. Indeed, religious liberty is a key issue, but the other side will never believe they are trampling on religious liberty when they view that religion to be wrong. Like the inquisition, they believe that heresy, or error, does not deserve to be welcomed into society.

Thus, if we're ultimately going to win the culture wars, we can't just try to hold on to our ability to speak freely. We must do this, of course, but then we must actually speak. We must ask the questions nobody wants to hear: how is contraception healthy for women? How is it healthy to suppress a natural function of the body? Why must sex be only about pleasure, and not about creation and unity? Is casual sex really good for society, or does it cause untold emotional and physical damage? These issues are at the heart of the matter, and these are the issues we should be talking about. What is sex? What is man? What is society and the family? The answers to these issues will determine what is contraception, and these are the issues we need to be fighting. We need to be able to speak and practice our beliefs freely, but then we actually need to speak and practice them. Let's take this opportunity to do so.

Discipleship and Complacency: Part 2

What complacency looks like, according to
Google Images.

There's a lot that's been happening over the past couple of days. Of course, the media has been flooded with stories and opinions regarding Susan G. Komen for the Cure's decision or non-decision to cease funding Planned Parenthood. Where it will end seems to still be up in the air.The Obama administration's mandate that Catholic institutions have to start covering contraceptives is also receiving a strong back lash. If you haven't yet, sign this petition on the White House's website. If it get's over 25,000 signatures (which it looks set to get) then the White House has to issue an official response. It'd be interesting to see what they say.

Personally, there's been a bunch happening too. People seem to be having babies left and right (a very good thing), my own personal to-do list seems to be growing each day, and Alan is learning how to "wave" (a very humorous process, especially when you catch him practicing waving alone in his crib). Liz and I have full weekend ahead, with many things to get done but also many opportunities for some relaxation. All in all, it's a lot to keep track of.

But as the week has gone on, and the details have become increasingly loud, my mind has been continually drawn back to the thoughts I wrote about on Wednesday: discipleship and complacency. Indeed, though life seems rather hectic right now, the themes of discipleship and complacency seem right at the forefront. I'm not sure why, but it truly has struck me how  few times in my life I have woken up and said to myself, "Today I want to love God more than I did yesterday." This sentiment has always been underlying all of my thoughts and my words, but in the past week it's really struck me how important it is that this sentiment not remain just a mere sentiment, and most important, that it not remain in the "underlying" part of my life. There a lot of things in life that can remain unconscious, like the habit of going to the gym or the proper form for washing the dishes. Increasing my love for God, for Jesus, is not one of those things though.

And oddly enough, the busyness of this time period has only seemed to strengthen this conviction. This is especially odd because it is normally busyness that frightens the desire to love God back into its hole in the consciousness. As things become busier, as the details become increasingly complex, we naturally (or, more precisely, unnaturally) start to focus on them. Being human beings of limited strength and capacity, we move our priorities around so that we can tackle the different tasks at hand. When we do so, the conscious desire to love God more and more becomes unconscious, and once it becomes unconscious it slowly begins to become non-existent. Instead, we become satisfied with being "good" or at least "good enough".

But as I said, the busyness of this week has only seemed to add to my conviction to consciously remember, each and every day, that I have the opportunity to know God more, love Him more, and most important, allow Him to love me more. By consciously bringing this to mind, the busyness seems to just fall into place. It is no longer a huge burden that must be focused on, but the tasks at hand become like simple gestures done in the presence of a loved one.The to-do list no longer becomes something that "has to get done" but becomes something that "gets to be done", even the more burdensome things like work and chores.

Of course, it may just be this week for some reason. Next week, I may begin to become over focused on the details of life once again. I hope not, but I know I am fallen. If I do, though, I know God will bring me back to the desire to love Him more and more. In His patience, He always does.

Discipleship and Complacency

The story of the disciples in the New Testament is one that has always captivated my imagination. It's an amazing tale to envision: twelve men being taken from various lives and being drawn close to this one man. They see Him heal the sick, hear Him preach to the crowds, witness him multiplying loaves and fishes. They look on in awe when He walks on water, and three of them see Him speak with Moses and Elijah. Then they walk with Him into Jerusalem as people lay palms beneath His feet. Just a few days later, these twelve men share a meal with Him that will be shared with millions of people throughout the ages. Then, they leave Him. They abandon Him. One of them directly betrays Him, ten other flee out of fear, and only one, the youngest, remains to stand at the foot of His cross. But after He has died, they come back. They seek forgiveness; they can only wander so far away before being drawn back to Him. And three days later, they receive the news that He is alive.

As if these events weren't extraordinary enough, their lives become even more extraordinary from here on out. These eleven men, soon to be twelve again, receive blessings and powers that they never could have imagined. Through the power of the One they followed, they begin to work miracles and healings. They speak in different tongues and proclaim Him to authorities they so recently feared. As the years go on, they will scatter across the globe to tell more people about Him. All of them will suffer for Him, and ten of them will die for Him. The only one who won't directly shed His blood will be the last of the disciples alive, the one who stood at the Cross, and he will suffer a white martyrdom of exile.

All in all, the disciples had pretty amazing lives. And yet, these stories are not the stories of their whole lives. These stories are the parts that we know. However, what were their lives like before they met Him, before they met Jesus? In all likelihood they were normal. Their lives were filled with their faith, friends, family, and work. In many ways, they were unremarkable. And this fact, the fact they they went from unremarkable to surely remarkable, attests to the heart of the Incarnation, and thus to discipleship. It is the transformation of the ordinary into the extraordinary. It is sharing in divinity, because Christ shared in our humanity. It is the exaltation and transformation of the normal.

To be a disciple of Christ is to truly experience this in our lives. Through our baptism we are remade; our whole lives are remade. No longer is their such thing as simply ordinary. Every moment, every action becomes possibly an extraordinary moment or action that will hopefully be remembered in eternity. Every moment and action becomes an opportunity to love Christ and to know Him better, and each moment that we do will bring great joy to us forever when this life is over.

And yet, because every moment is extraordinary, we often let the extraordinary become ordinary. It must be an effect of original sin that we let the life of grace become ordinary simply because we are continually living it. It is an absurdity of fallen man that the extraordinary becomes ordinary simply by repetition. Really, the extraordinary should become more extraordinary if it happens all the time. Had Jesus continually multiplied loaves and fishes, it would not have been any less of a miracle, though perhaps man would have stopped to wonder at as much. Similarly, had Jesus walked on the water every day He would still be defying laws of physics on a daily basis, though man would have simply grown to call it His daily walk.

But in order to live the life of a disciple, we can never allow ourselves to forget the extraordinary workings of God in our lives, even if our lives do not change as drastically as the disciples. What made the disciples saints, though, was not that they continually remembered how Jesus had freed them from the lives of fishermen, tax collectors, zealots, etc. Rather, it was the fact that they continually remembered that Jesus had freed them from the lives of sinners. In remembering the true miracle of Jesus's effect on their lives, the disciples did not become complacent, as we so often do. They recognized, and gave thanksgiving for the extraordinary workings of God.

We, on the other hand, often fail in this area of discipleship. At least, I know I do. Too often I become complacent. I take the blessings of God, the mercy of God for granted. I'm happy to take His mercy and live as a good man, even though He is calling me to be a holy man. I look at my life and I say to myself "there are plenty of days, hours, and minutes left to experience the mercy of God." Every time I do say this, I have missed an opportunity. I have forgotten that all I have is right now, this day, this hour, this moment. I become complacent because I don't truly believe this. I think of being a disciple of Christ, the commitment that goes along with this, and I think "I cannot really do that for so many days, hours, and minutes. I will be good today, and perhaps tomorrow I will give my all to God." And yet, that is not what God asks of us. He does not ask us to commit ourselves to Him for the rest of our lives. He only asks us to give everything to Him right now. If I only focus on right now, giving myself to Him this moment, then I can do it. Being small, we cannot bear much more than this, and He knows that.

Discipleship requires this extraordinary living in every moment. A simple thing to do, and yet so hard because of our fallen natures. Perhaps if we just forgot tomorrow, and lived for Him today. "Be not therefore solicitous for tomorrow; for the morrow will be solicitous for itself. Sufficient for the day is the evil thereof." Mt 6:34.