Monthly Archives: October 2013

St. Domnina, October 4

St. Domina was arrested by soldiers along with her two daughters. Fearing they would be raped, they threw themselves into a river and drowned. To me they call to mind the ancient practice of using rape as a weapon of war, which continues today.

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St. Domnina – Saints & Angels – Catholic Online

Bl. Alberto Marvelli, Oct. 5

Alberto

An avid bicycler, he used his bike to carry donations to the poor. During World War II, Alberto rescued those being deported by the Nazis to concentration camps by breaking open the locked rail cars to let the prisoners free. On October 5, 1946, while riding his bicycle, Alberto was struck and killed by an Army truck.

Blessed Alberto Marvelli

 

 

 

This is a wonderful video tribute to Blessed Alberto Marvielli set to the Cranberries’ song, “War Child.”

Alberto Marvelli – YouTube

▶ The Canticle of St. Francis

The Feast Day of Saint Francis of Assisi is October 4. Here is a link to a speech Pope Francis gave yesterday on the occasion.

“Let us respect creation, let us not be instruments of destruction! Let us respect each human being. May there be an end to armed conflicts which cover the earth with blood; may the clash of arms be silenced; and everywhere may hatred yield to love, injury to pardon, and discord to unity,” said Pope Francis.

I hope this song helps you to call into your heart the spirit of St. Francis!

St. Francis and the Sultan

[The Search for Martrydom] was the ultimate idea in the remarkable business of his expedition among the Saracens in Syria…His idea, of course, was to bring the Crusades in a double sense to their end; that is, to reach their conclusion and to achieve their purpose. Only he wished to do it by conversion and not by conquest; that is, by intellectual and not material means…It was, of course, simply that it was better to create Christians than to destroy Moslems…It was not absurd to suppose that this might be effected, without military force, by missionaries who were also martyrs. The Church had conquered Europe in that way and may yet conquer Africa and Asia in that way. But there was still another sense in which he was thinking of martyrdom not as a means to end but as an end in itself; in the sense that to him the supreme end was to come closer to the example of Christ.

…He made a dash for his Mediterranean enterprise something like a schoolboy running away to sea. In the first act of that attempt, he characteristically distinguished himself by becoming the Patron Saint of Stowaways.  He never thought of waiting for introductions or bargains or any of the considerable backing that he already had from rich and responsible people. He simply saw a boat and threw himself into it, as he threw himself into everything else.

…He arrived at the headquarters of the Crusade which was in front of the besieged city of Damietta, and went on in his rapid and solitary fashion to seek the headquarters of the Saracens. He succeeded in obtaining an interview with the Sultan; and it was at that interview that he evidently offered, and as some say proceeded, to fling himself into the fire, as a divine ordeal, defying the Moslem religious teachers to do the same. It is quite certain that he would have done so at a moment’s notice. Indeed, throwing himself into the fire was hardly more desperate, in any case, than throwing himself among the weapons and tools of torture of a horde of fanatical Mahomedans and asking them to renounce Mahomet. It is further said that Mahomedan muftis showed some coldness toward the proposed competition, and that one of them quietly withdrew while it was under discussion, which would also appear credible. There may be something in the story of the individual impression produced on the Sultan, which the narrator represents as a sort of secret conversion. There may be something in the suggestion that the holy man was unconsciously protected among half-barbarous orientals by the halo of sanctity that is supposed in such places to surround an idiot. There is probably as much or more in the more generous explanation of that graceful though capricious courtesy and compassion which mingled with wilder things in the stately Soldans of the type and tradition of Saladin. Finally, there is perhaps something in the suggestion that the tale of Saint Francis might be told as a sort of ironic tragedy and comedy called The Man Who Could Not Get Killed. Men liked him too much for himself to let him die for his faith; and the man was received instead of the message. But all these are only converging guesses at a great effort that is hard to judge because it broke off short like the beginning of a great bridge that might have united East and West, and remains one of the great might-have-beens of history.

Collected Works of G.K. Chesterton, Volume II, Saint Francis of Assisi

Francis the Fighter

High in the dark house of Assisi Francesco Bernardone slept and dreamed of arms. There came to him in the darkness a vision splendid with swords, patterned after the cross in the Crusading fashion, of spears and shields and helmets hung in a high armoury, all bearing the sacred sign. When he awoke he accepted the dream as a trumpet bidding him to the battlefield, and rushed out to take horse and arms. He delighted in all the exercises of chivalry; and was evidently an accomplished cavalier and fighting man by the tests of the tournament and the camp. He would doubtless at any time have preferred a Christian sort of chivalry; but it seems clear that he was also in a mood which thirsted for glory, though in him that glory would always have been identical with honour. He was not without some vision of that wreath of laurel which Caesar has left for all the Latins. As he rode out to war the great gate in the deep wall of Assisi resounded with his last boast, “I shall come back a great prince.”

Credit: Scrumpdillyicious.blogspot.com

Credit: Scrumpdillyicious.blogspot.com

A little way along his road his sickness rose again and threw him. It seems highly probable, in the light of his impetuous temper, that he had ridden away long before he was fit to move. And in the darkness of this second and far more desolating interruption, he seems to have had another dream in which a voice said to him, “You have mistaken the meaning of the vision. Return to your own town.” And Francis trailed back in his sickness to Assisi, a very dismal and disappointed and perhaps even derided figure, with nothing to do but to wait for what should happen next. It was his first descent into a dark ravine that is called the valley of humiliation, which seemed to him very rocky and desolate, but in which he was afterwards to find many flowers.

But he was not only disappointed and humiliated; he was also very much puzzled and bewildered. He still firmly believed that his two dreams must have meant something; and he could not imagine what they could possibly mean. It was while he was drifting, one may even say mooning, about the streets of Assisi and the fields outside the city wall, that an incident occurred to him which has not always been immediately connected with the business of the dreams, but which seems to me the obvious culmination of them. He was riding listlessly in some wayside place, apparently in the open country, when he saw a figure coming along the road towards him and halted; for he saw it was a leper. And he knew instantly that his courage was challenged, not as the world challenges, but as one would challenge who knew the secrets of the heart of man. What he saw advancing was not the banner and spears of Perugia, from which it never occurred to him to shrink; not the armies that fought for the crown of Sicily, of which he had always thought as a courageous man thinks of mere vulgar danger. Francis Bernadone saw his fear coming up the road towards him…

St. Francis of Assisi, Francis the Fighter, Collected works of G.K. Chesterton, Volume II

 

 

Worshipping Mars » Veterans For Peace UK

Chase Sydnor, former Marine, wrote in July 2013:

We had a running joke in the Marines, that the Chaplains were the most ‘Gung-ho’ of the military establishment. I recall walking into an Army chaplain’s office and standing bemused at the huge portraits of Confederate Generals of the American Civil War which hung on his wall. Could I find much in his space which related to Jesus…not much? It looked like some kind of Confederate War shrine.

…As a recruit in Marine Corps Recruit Depot, I was stunned to enter the base chapel and see it adorned with stain glass windows depicting images of conflicts U.S Marines had fought throughout its history. I questioned who we were actually worshipping, God or the Marine Corps. The Marine’s Hymn {yes….the Marine Corps has its own hymn}, propagates a false myth of Marines being the guardians of the gates of heaven. As ludicrous as it seems, it does feed into a callous myth of relating military service as some divine pursuit. As Marines, we recited a ‘Rifleman’s Creed’ which invoked the blessing of God in our desire to shoot accurately and kill our enemy. Throughout my time in the Marines, I came across many slogans which equated U.S soldiers as God’s Warriors

‘Worshipping Mars’ – Christian Militarism » Veterans For Peace UK.

If War Is A Racket

Thanks to “Nonviolent Cow” over in Wisconsin for the mention of CAM. Their site is a treasure trove of information about the history of Catholic resistance to militarism at Marquette and beyond. Also, they posted “If War is a Racket” by Rev. Emmanuel Charles McCarthy, which is a must-read:

“Now every group should have a Christian chaplain if it wants one, including the Mafia. But the Mafia should have no say on what its Christian chaplain can and cannot preach.”

Guardians of the Spirit

“Chaplains and psychiatrists are not only spiritual counselors: Americans also perceive them, rightly or wrongly, as guardians of the spirit, as guides to right thinking and proper behavior (in this way psychiatrists resemble chaplains more than they do other physicians). The veterans were trying to say that the only thing worse than being ordered by military authorities to participate in absurd evil is to have that evil rationalized and justified by guardians of the spirit. Chaplains and psychiatrists thus fulfill the function of helping men adjust to committing war crimes, while lending their spiritual authority to the overall project.”

HOME FROM THE WAR: LEARNING FROM VIETNAM VETERANS —ROBERT J. LIFTON, MD, DEPARTMENT OF PSYCHIATRY, HARVARD MEDICAL SCHOOL