Monday, 7 September 2020

'Yet another small step for Life ................



Our Lady of Walsingham - pray for us


 For a very long time I have wondered whether it would be possible to ensure that  money taken from  National Insurance contributions and paid into NHS Funds, would not be used to fund 'legalised' abortions. When the National Health Service was created in 1948, there was no such thing as 'legalised' abortion. Abortion was a criminal offence, and remained so until 1967 when the Abortion Act,  introduced by David Steel, Liberal M.P. became law, with the National Health Service assuming  responsibility for its' administration and funding. In the early years the number of abortions carried out was a fraction of those performed today; in 1968 there were approximately 25,000, in 1970 about 97,000, and in 2019 more than 209,000. Abortion is a crime against humanity - Universal Declaration of Human Rights, 1948, and is abhorrent to many, many people, who under the present arrangement of National Insurance payments, and through no fault of their own, find themselves supporting a practice which they totally oppose.

This should not, indeed must not, be allowed to continue, and as a suggestion I propose that all working people who are liable for National Insurance contributions, be given the option that their money going to the NHS, not  be used for Abortion services, but instead go to say Mental Health. I believe that such a choice could be set up at relatively low cost within the system. Perhaps as simple as providing an appropriate ‘tick-box’ when a tax return is made, which can apply to both employed and self-employed.

I intend to write to the appropriate Government department regarding this, but before doing so have decided to post a petition online, to measure support for my proposals. I truly believe that given the support and the will,  the system could accommodate my proposal or one like it, as a matter of justice and good government.

The link to the Citizen Go Petition is:-    https://citizengo.org/en-gb/182029-choice-opt-out-funding-abortions-trhronat-ins-contributions       

Please support this Petition. It is but a small step, but it is perhaps, a start to greater things. AMDG - 'To the greater glory of God.'  I am aware that my proposal leaves much to be desired, but I see at as a start. I'm sure that there are many people out there who could improve on my suggestion, and I would very much like them to contact me through the 'Comment' box. Thank you.

Below is copy of proposed letter to Rt. Hon. Matt Hancock M.P.  Secretary of State for Health and Care.

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Rt.Hon. Matt Hancock  M.P.

Secretary of State for Health and Care

Dear Sir,

We all appreciate the need for and value of our National Health Service, to which virtually everyone owes so much. To enable the NHS to function, it has to be funded which is largely provided by National Insurance contributions paid by all working citizens within the UK. Over the years this has generally proved a workable and successful system, but it has its failings. One aspect, which is of considerable concern to many people, but about which they have probably felt that they could do nothing, concerns the question of ‘legalised’ abortions financed by the NHS.

When National Insurance contributions were first introduced in 1948, ‘legalised’ abortion did not exist. Abortion was a criminal offence, and until 1967 there was no question of funding it. Abortion is not an illness or medical condition, and it is a matter of dispute as to whether it should be included within the National Health Service. It involves the killing of the foetus or unborn baby in the womb, and is largely funded by the NHS with money received through National Insurance contributions.

  The latest official figures reveal that in 2019 in England and Wales, a total of 209,519 abortions were carried out.

Abortion is essentially a crime against humanity, (Universal Declaration of Human Rights 1948), and I, and I’m sure many others who share my views, strongly object to financing it through National Insurance contributions. I  propose that the system should allow a simple choice as regards the beneficiary of National Insurance contributions to the NHS, in other words, an alternative to funding abortion, for example mental health needs. I believe that such a choice could be set up at relatively low cost within the system. Perhaps as simple as providing an appropriate ‘tick-box’ when a tax return is made, which can apply to both employed and self-employed.

 As a matter of urgency and of justice, I respectfully ask that serious consideration be given to implementing the above proposal.

Yours faithfully,

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Wednesday, 29 July 2020

'Dialogue of Comfort against Tribulation' (St Thomas More)





'A consideration of the degrees of responsibility and guilt of the various classes who engaged in the overthrow of our Lady’s Dowry.'   



 Taken from ‘Our Lady’s Dowry’ by Father Bridgett CSsR



The Clergy

I have just said that Catholics, in looking back to the history of devotion to our Lady in England, have nothing of which to be ashamed. In one sense this is most true. The Dowry was the creation of saints, and its effects were sanctity; and the men who overthrew it did so only when they ceased to be Catholics, and by means the most base and unworthy. And yet I cannot forget that our Lady’s Dowry in England was not destroyed by an incursion of unbaptised heathens, nor by Protestants brought up from infancy in anti-Catholic prejudice, and taught to connect the honour of the Son in some strange fashion with the dishonour or neglect of the Mother.  No, alas! The enemies of our Lady had been children of the Catholic Church; they had lisped the name of Mary in infancy, and been taught by pious mothers to kneel before her statues. They were even priests of her Divine Son; and they were monks, who had made a special profession of love and veneration towards her that they might more closely and efficaciously resemble Him.  The Blessed Virgin could indeed complain, as Jesus Christ had done, by the mouth of the Psalmist; ‘Even the man of my peace, in whom I trusted, who ate my bread, hath greatly supplanted me’ (Ps. xI. 10)

About 150 years before the destruction came, an English Dominican, Father Bromyard, writing on the sins of the clergy, had ventured to foretell the result; and he uses a comparison curiously in harmony with the subject of this work. ‘The state of the modern Church,’ he wrote, ‘is well figured in the following history.  A man had been long pondering over and wondering at the state of Christendom, when he fell asleep, and in a dream a statue, as of a most beautiful lady, appeared to him; and while he was lost in admiration, a voice asked him whose image it was. He replied that he thought it must be the image of the most Blessed Virgin.  Whereupon the statue was turned round, so that its’ back appeared to him, and that was all decayed and rotten.  And again the voice said, “What do you now think?” “It is not the Virgin Mary,” he said, “for of her it is written that she is ‘all fair’.” When, then, he wished to know who it was, the voice said, “It is the image of Christendom, which in the beginning was very beautiful, but in the latter end is shamefully destroyed.” ‘All this being considered,’ continued Bromyard, ‘it will be no wonder if the spiritual ruin of all Christendom shall follow, first in the corruption of morals, and even perhaps in external chastisements.  Even now we often see and hear of such, and we fear that more will come; for as by reason of such sins the temple and kingdom of the Jews were overthrown, as we behold them, so is it to be feared that it may happen to Christians.  And we seem to have a foretaste of what will happen in what we now see, for a great part of the world which was formerly Christian is now occupied by the Saracens.



When the calamity was still more imminent, one of those who had taken a leading part in resisting the new doctrines, Sir Thomas More, was waiting in prison the death that he knew was certain. With a piece of coal – for pen and ink were refused him- he wrote his Dialogue of Comfort against Tribulation’. He supposes the dialogue to take place between two Hungarians; and under cover of discussing a threatened invasion of the Turks, he foretells what he sees is coming upon England from the tyranny of Henry. ‘But now, cousin, this tribulation of the Turk, if he so persecute us for the faith, that those that will forsake their faith shall keep their goods, and those shall lose their goods that will not leave their faith – this manner of persecution, lo, shall like a touchstone try them, and show the feigned from the true-minded.’

Alas, the Turk came, and the souls of men were tried. Among the rich and noble, among even the priests of the sanctuary, but few comparatively were found with Fisher and More, ready to sacrifice all for the faith of Christ.



The nobles and Gentry.

 

Sir Thomas More Lecture & Dinner - Lincoln's Inn

Sir Thomas More

Sir Thomas was a shrewd observer of the times. He did not expect to find much heroic virtue in England in the sixteenth century.

‘In the ease,’ says one of the speakers in his dialogue, ‘where they have yet their substance untouched in their own hands, and that the keeping or losing shall hang both in their own hands by the Turk’s (Henry’s) offer, upon the retaining or renouncing of the Christian faith; here, uncle, I find it that this temptation is most sore and most perilous.  For I fear me that we shall find few of such as have much to lose that shall find in their hearts so suddenly to forsake their goods.

Antony. That fear I much, cousin, too.  But thereby shall it well appear that, seemed they never so good and virtuous before, yet were their hearts inwardly, in the deep sight of God, not sound and sure.’

Things were even worse than Sir Thomas thought.  Many were not tried by the fear of losing their goods, but by the hope of gaining those of others.  Mr Froude has attempted to vindicate the reign of Henry from the charge of having been a reign of terror, and the conduct of Lords and Commons from the accusation of cowardice and servility.  ‘What means’, he asks triumphantly, ‘had Henry VIII at his disposal to compel their compliance or punish their disobedience? He had a mere handful of men, whose number he never attempted to increase. The complications of this reign,’ he continues, ‘require far subtler and more delicate explanation.  Cruel deeds were done, but they were done by the alternating influences of the two great parties in the State, to whom nothing was wrong which furthered their separate objects.’

Without any sympathy with Mr Froude’s attempt to justify Henry, I cannot but concur to a great extent in his estimate of the nobility and gentry of England in the sixteenth century.  They were indeed fallen from the spirit of the great warriors and statesmen, the noble gentlemen and bold citizens, in whom devotion to our Lady had been linked with true chivalry. Henry had subtler means at his command than the terror of the sword. His nobles and gentry were men who could be bought by money; and the plunder of the shrines and monasteries gave him the means of buying their allegiance.

The unblushing avarice which made them become reformers may be seen in the following letter of Sir Thomas Elyot to Cromwell. ‘This Elyot was’, says Mr Wright, ‘a distinguished diplomatist, a man of great learning, and had been an intimate friend of Sir Thomas More.’  It must have been such friends that More had in mind when he doubted their resistance of temptation:

‘My Lord,’ writes Elyot to Cromwell two years after the death of his friend Sir Thomas More,

‘forasmuch as I suppose that the king’s most gentle communication with me, and also his most comfortable report unto the lords of me, proceeded at your afore-remembered recommendations, I am animate to importune your good lordship, with most hearty desires, to continue my good lord, in augmenting the king’s good estimation of me; whereof I promise you before God your lordship shall never have cause to repent.

‘And where’ (whereas) ‘I perceive that ye suspect that I favour not truly Holy Scripture, I would God that the king and you might see the most secret thoughts of my heart; surely ye should then perceive that, the order of charity saved, I have in as much detestation as any man living all vain superstitions, superfluous ceremonies, slanderous jugglings, counterfeit miracles, arrogant usurpations of men called spiritual and masking religious, and all other abusions of Christ’s holy doctrine and laws.  And as much I enjoy’ (rejoice) ‘at the king’s godly proceeding to the due reformation of the said enormities as any his grace’s poor subject living.'

‘I therefore beseech your good lordship now to lay apart the remembrance of the amity between me and Sir Thomas More, which was but usque ad aras, as is the proverb, considering that I was never so much addict unto him as I was unto truth and fidelity toward my sovereign lord, as God is my judge.’

Having approved of the king’s godly proceeding, and professed his love of pure and reformed religion according to the Gospel of Cranmer and Cromwell, and repudiated the friendship of the glorious martyr now in heaven, he comes at last to the end and purpose of his letter: ‘And whereas my special trust and only expectation is to be holpen by the means of your lordship, and natural shamefastness more reigneth in me than is necessary (!), so that I would not press to the king’s majesty without your lordship’s assistance, with whom I have sundry times declared my indigence, and whereof it hath happened, I therefore most humbly desire you, my special good lord, so to bring me unto the king’s most noble remembrance, that of his most bounteous liberality it may like his highness to reward me with some convenient portion of his suppressed lands, whereby I may be able to continue my life according to that honest degree whereunto his grace hath called me…….

And whatever portion of land that I shall attain by the king’s gift, I promise to give to your lordship, the first year’s fruits, with mine assured and faithful heart and service.’  (ack. ‘Letters on the Suppression of the Monasteries’ letter Ixv.)

Such were the men on whose word Englishmen have learnt to believe in the ‘slanderous jugglings and counterfeit miracles’ of the monks. These beggars for plunder, these givers and receivers of bribes, are the men who set themselves to reform ‘the abusions of Christ’s holy doctrines and laws.’ Such were many of the Catholic gentry of that day. They fawned on Henry VIII, and renounced the authority of the Pope in order to enjoy prosperity and to increase their riches; and they were willing to be reconciled to the Pope again under Mary, provided they could still keep their sacrilegious spoils. Their plan was, as Sir Thomas More put it, ‘not to be compelled utterly to forsake Christ nor all the whole Christian faith, but only some such parts thereof as may not stand with Mahomet’s law.’ Sir Thomas answered this theory as follows: ‘Break one of Christ’s commandments and break all.  Forsake one point of His faith, and forsake all, as for any thank you get for the remnant …..  Christ will not take your service to halves, but will that you should love Him with all your heart.  And because that while He was living here fifteen hundred years ago, He foresaw this mind of yours that you have now, with which you would fain serve Him in some such fashion, as you might keep your worldly substance still and rather forsake His service than put all your substance from you,  He telleth you plain, fifteen hundred years ago, by His own mouth, that He will no such service from you, saying, “Non potestis Deo servire et Mammonae,  ----You cannot serve both God and your riches together.”

But men like Sir Thomas Elyot learnt their morality from other teachers than Jesus Christ, and went along with Sir Thomas More, as they well said, only usque ad aras – to the church door, or to the door of heaven; there they let him go in alone, since there was a chance of passing to it only through the Tower.         (to be continued)


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Father Bridgett wrote this book from which the above article is taken, about one hundred years ago. He quotes a letter from Sir Thomas Elyot to Cromwell as an example of the moral cowardice and personal greed so often evident in the behaviour of the English nobles and gentry of that period. I was keen to find out more about Sir Thomas Elyot, which I was able to do courtesy of Wikipedia and Encyclopedia Brittanica. Certainly Elyot's letter to Cromwell suggested a man to whom personal friendship and loyalty meant little or nothing, but according to Wikipedia he did not obtain any share in the spoils acquired from the dissolution of the monasteries,  although he undoubtedly had major financial pressures. Also Sir Thomas More had been dead for two years when Elyot wrote the letter. It may just be that Elyot's
obsequious request to Cromwell was related more to solving his financial difficulties, than anything else. He was certainly an intellectual of high repute, but there is nothing in Wikipedia to suggest that he was a Catholic. This does not of course, make any more acceptable, the request for 'some of the king's repressed lands' nor the promise to Cromwell of 'the first year's fruits of the land'. But it does perhaps, shed a slightly different and perhaps clearer light, on the purpose of the letter. 

The Book of the Governor - Wikipedia
Sir Thomas Elyot  (Holbein)

 ' As ambassador, Elyot had been involved in ruinous expense, and on his return he wrote to Thomas Cromwell, begging to be excused from serving as sheriff of Cambridgeshire and Huntingdonshire, on the score of his poverty. The request was not granted. He was one of the commissioners in the inquiry instituted by Cromwell prior to the suppression of the monasteries, but he did not obtain any share of the spoils. There is little doubt that his known friendship for Thomas More militated against his chances of success, for in a letter addressed to Cromwell he admitted his friendship for More, but protested that he rated higher his duty to the king.' 
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Wednesday, 20 May 2020

'Saint Joseph and the Word'




                                 

Saint Joseph and the Word

Saint Joseph was the most silent saint of all.
No one has written down one word of his
for our edification. Not one small
word of his was saved unless it is
the Word that was the sum of all his life,
the precious Word he saved for everyone
that It might speak the cross and not the knife,
long, long after he was dead and gone
and gathered to his fathers, and never again
could he spirit the Child and the young girl, his mother,
out of the dangerous city.  From all men
of all times he was chosen and no other –
not one from among the prophets – but this rarely heard
and wordless man, to save God’s mighty Word.

                                                                        Sister Maris Stella
                                          (ack. ‘The Mary Book’. Sheed & Ward. 1950)

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   'A Carpenter's Son'


He was a carpenter’s son, from Nazareth.

            I wish to begin with the utmost simplicity, and by saying that this was true.  True in the sense that Our Lord was truly man and, legally, the son of Joseph.

            When a Jewish girl was solemnly betrothed to a Jew, she became legally under his protection and passed out of her father’s control, even if she did not leave her father’s house.  When Our Lady was betrothed to St. Joseph by law she was responsible to him, and he for her.  I will ask you, though, only for one moment, to consider the appalling hour during which St. Joseph perceived that she would be the mother of a child who was not his own.  Strictly speaking, it was his duty to hand her over to the law, and it was the duty of the terrible Jewish authorities to cause her to be stoned.  Such was the agonising preface to the history of Our Lord, agonising, need I say, not only to St. Joseph but to the immaculate Virgin Mother of God.  But the incredible purity of Mary had diffused its fragrance around herself:  Joseph was, the Gospel says, a ‘just’ man, he knew by instinct that, whatever had happened, there could be no imaginable taint in her whom by now he appreciated sufficiently to know that at least, and he was making arrangements to send her quietly away, so that no-one should hear about what had happened.  Then it was that God Himself let the mind of this simple working man know that he need have no fear;  he kept Mary with him and he assumed full paternity, in the eyes of the world, of the child that was born; and legally, and in every way that human society could perceive and accept, he ranked himself as father of her child, and never did Jesus, during His childhood, adolescence, or afterwards, do anything which could humiliate or disconcert St. Joseph.  I beg of you to delve into this episode so little spoken of, and to venerate the persons who went through so really dreadful an experience.  But it is not of the legal and social parenthood or humanity of Christ that I wish now to speak.

            Jesus Christ could not in any sense have been called son of Joseph had He not been truly man.  It would have been an illegitimate fiction, a wanton delusion, so to call Him, had He been anything short of it. But to be a man involves at least your being partly body.  A body is not a thing you  ‘have’, but a thing you are.  We are not body plus soul, soul in spite of body, soul inside a body, but persons, body-souls.  Our Lord grew.  He  ‘increased in stature’ say the Evangelists.

            He was a baby, Christmas does not allow us to forget that; if you had met Him then, you would not have been able to do towards Him more than you can towards any lovable little baby that looks at you with its blue whites to its eyes and catches hold of your thumb with its incredibly strong miniscule fingers ending in pink nails so tiny as to be almost laughable.  You cannot say anything to such a baby; you can do nothing but love it; but it always knows if you do. He was a little boy, and you know how very little boys will trust you, take you for granted, never begin to dream that you are going to be unkind to them, instinctively sheer away from you if you begin taking airs or putting on affectations towards them, are very hurt if you do not accept their views of things exactly in the way they accept them. Little boys can be made very lonely if you act the aloof grown-up, but far more  lonely if you act as a child, which they know very well you are not.  Jesus was next a growing lad, and only for one moment is the curtain lifted upon those years, during an episode of three days, when, upon the occasion of a pilgrimage to Jerusalem, He stayed behind and was lost to Mary and to Joseph. They found Him, and thereafter, His history relates, He stayed at Nazareth, being ‘subject unto them’.  He learned and gradually performed His work as smith and carpenter in a town which, though small, was a very active one. Nazareth lay near two roads, up and down which trade flowed continuously and also the Roman soldiery, and also the caravans taking people to and from the summer-court of Herod Antipas at Sephoris.  When Our Lord was about ten, He, and all the folk of Nazareth, watched that town on its hill four miles away going up in smoke when the Romans, because of an abortive insurrection, burnt it; those Romans crucified two thousand men of the neighbourhood as an object lesson.  Mary could not go to her well, nor Jesus to the social meeting place of any oriental town, the Gate, without seeing, or trying not to see, poor human corpses rotting upon crosses.  He knew, perhaps  she dreamed what was to happen after twenty years, not away in Galilee, but in Jerusalem, the holy city, the dear city, which yet should crucify its Lord.

                                                                                                                                                                                      C.C.Martindale,  S.J.
                 
        (ack.  ‘The Book of the Saviour’.  Sheed & Ward.  1952.)

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 ‘Thoughts on St. Joseph’

            Dear Friend,

            You ask me to talk to you from time to time and tell you what my mind is full of.  Well, what fills it at the moment is that great and rather mysterious figure, St. Joseph, whose very name provokes a smile from superior persons. He was at once a workman and a gentleman. He was cheerful and silent, with a big noble nose, muscular arms and hands, with one finger often wrapped in rag, as is the way with those who labour in wood. He was not popular with Nazareth folk, they scarcely are who follow a peculiar calling.

            And  what more singular for a man than virginity, especially at that period?  Why had he taken it on himself? How patient he must have been and strong against boredom, like the sun beginning the same round every morning

without weariness.

            I see him on an autumn day coming back from Caiffa  where he went to fetch timber in a broken-down cart. I see him crossing the Sizon at the spot where the plain of Esdraelon unfolds before you, up to the trans-Jordanian mountains, the territory of six of the tribes.  The cart sinks to its axles in the mud.

            Then I see him in his workshop on a sunny morning. I hear the saw and hollow noise of balks of timber, and a child coming to look for him and calling  “Joseph, Joseph” (perhaps that has some bearing one way or another on his departure for Jerusalem).  His workshop must have been dear to children, as joiner’s workshops always are.

            Next I see him coming back from Jerusalem with his Bride so young and gentle (not much more than he beloved by the townfolk):  I see them landing at home, and the obliging neighbour who had been getting the household ready; the remarks about it all at the well that evening.

            Joseph is the pattern of the hidden life, Scripture does not report a single word of his, it is silence who is father to the Word. What contrasts are in him! He is the patron of bachelors and of fathers of families, of laymen and contemplatives, of priests and business men!  For Joseph was a carpenter. He had to argue with customers and sign small contracts; to follow up bad debts, to plead, to compromise, to buy his goods cheapest while ruminating on the second-hand, and so on.

            How touching must have been his last days of failing health, between Jesus and Mary, when he could no longer work! I see the coachman of one of those fine ladies who went to the waters at Tiberias,  drawing up at the sick carpenter’s to get the carriage mended.  Jesus Himself takes it over and takes the tools from his hands.

            All this goes on without a word when the Roman Empire was at its zenith, full of pride and crime like our present civilisation. It is neither Caesar nor Plato. Here are only three poor folk loving one another, and they are going to change the face of the world. It all goes on at the foot of a round mountain called Tabor; and in the distance is seen the long summit of Carmel. The villages nearby are called Cana, Nahum, Endor, Mageddo.  In three hours you get the brilliant country round the Lake of Genezareth, which was then what Aix-les-Bains is today, but now lonely and unpeopled!



                                   Paul Claudel,  Prague 1932.

                       (ack. ‘The Mary Book’. Sheed & Ward.1950)

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                                  The Crucifixion    -   Mathias Grunewald


‘Through Thy Cross and Passion’



 O Christ my Lord which for my sins didst hang upon a tree,

grant that thy grace in me poor wretch, may still engrafted be.



Grant that thy naked hanging there, may kill in me all pride

and care of wealth, sith thou didst then in such poor state abide.



Grant that thy Crown of pricking thorns which thou for me didst wear,

may make me willing for thy sake all shame and pain to bear.



Grant that those scorns and taunts which thou didst on the cross endure,

may humble me, and in my heart all patience still procure.



Grant that thy praying for thy foes may plant within my breast,

such charity as from my heart  I malice may detest.  



Grant that thy pierced hands which did of nothing all things frame,

may move me to lift up my hands, and ever praise thy name.



Grant that thy wounded feet  whose steps were perfect evermore,

may learn my feet to tread those paths which thou hast gone before.



Grant that thy bitter gall which did thy empty body fill,

may teach me to subdue myself and to perform thy will.



Grant that thy wounds may cure the sores which sin in me hath wrought,

grant that thy death may save the soul which with thy blood was bought.



Grant that those drops of blood which ran out from thy heart amain,

may meek my heart into salt tears to see thy grievous pain.



Grant that thy blessed grave wherein thy body lay awhile,

may bury all such vain delights as may my mind defile.



Grant that thy going down to them which did thy sight desire,

may keep my soul when I am dead, clean from the purging fire.



Grant that thy rising up from death, may raise my thoughts from sin,

grant that thy parting from this earth, from earth my heart may win.



Grant Lord that thy ascending then, may lift my mind to thee,

that there my heart and joy may rest, though here in flesh I be.



                                        Blessed Philip Howard

                                           
       (ack. ‘The Book of the Saviour’, Sheed & Ward, 1952.)