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January
2000

2. Oh, Baltimore

I don't normally do much with the responses I get to my journal entries. I treasure these as a wonderful, funny, provocative, infuriating, private horde of backtalk. But yesterday was interesting. I received three that made me think a bit because they were each so unique.

As you may recall, the question was "What are the chief effects of sanctifying grace?" (This was a bit of retro-whimsy on my part.) My three respondents follow:

1. What?  It depends on whom you read?  Thomas, Scotus, Ockham, Gabriel Biel, Suarez, De Soto, Petau and Bellarmine, for example, all have somewhat different ideas as to what are the effects of sanctifying grace.  In fact, they all have different ideas as to exactly what sanctifying grace "is."  And that, perhaps, is the more pressing question: what is it? Or even: is it?  Recall that Luther absolutely detested the concept!

2. I think the chief effect of sanctifying grace is that one becomes gracious, and therefore troubles to understand all the others, those whose souls are hooded lamps and those whose hearts are running sores among all the throng.

3. Is this a trick question from the Baltimore Cathecism?

None of these were signed, but the authors are not too much in the shadows. The first comes from my very own personal theologian; the second, I suspect, reflects the great wise heart of a poet, author of "Elvis Redemptor". The third, however, is a little tougher because there are so many good Catholic kids out there. This one errs a bit, as any good Irish Catholic kid would, since there are no trick questions in the Baltimore Catechism. (Oh, how I once wished that there were.) Listen:

The chief effects of sanctifying grace are:
first, it makes us holy and pleasing to God;
second, it makes us adopted children of God;
third, it makes us temples of the Holy Ghost;
fourth, it gives us the right to heaven.

Nope, no trick questions, just certain simple answers. Trick questions require a sense of humor or irony (however perverse it may be). The Baltimore Catechism convinced me that everything was serious and simple - and turned me almost forever off that big Maryland city, until John Waters, Barry Levinson and Randy Newman showed up.

I like the second best. I aspire to that kind of understanding, desire that kind of grace. I used to have some patience for theological hair-splitting. My friend of the first reply seems to be hinting at a similar kind of discomfort, pointing to the historical complexity and chaos of definition behind the question. Some of us never grew past the surface of that religious language and tossed it out as we grew, because the concepts had not grown with us, had not proven useful in the course of a day.

What do I know? God's grace gets me up in the morning and lays me down at night, knocks me around throughout the day and lets me know and feel whatever I manage to know and feel. God's grace in every breath, in light and dark.

Today was judgement day. I spent it finalizing first semester grades. Nothing to write home about . . . at least not now.

{Smartypants}

The mysteries of faith are degraded if they are made into an object of affirmation and negation, when in reality they should be an object of contemplation.
Simone Weil

 

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