“We need more rocks in the river”: a non-Catholic welcomes Pope Benedict

Six Thanksgivings ago, I bookmarked a post by Jonah Goldberg at National Review Online. “This pope plays it right” is a meditation by a secular writer on his father, on Pope Benedict, Catholicism, and broadly-defined conservatism. Whether I agree or not with his interpretation of Church teaching, I respect his willingness to consider it. In doing so, he struck notes that resonate with me to this day.

Pope Benedict XVI. WDKrause, CC BY-SA 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

“In the spring of 2005, Pope John Paul II died. My father, who passed away that summer, watched the funeral and the inauguration of the current pope, Benedict XVI, from his hospital bed. My dad, a Jew, loved the spectacle of it all. (The Vatican, he said, was the last institution that ‘really knows how to dress.’)

“From what he could tell, he liked this new pope too. ‘We need more rocks in the river,’ my dad explained. What he meant was that change comes so fast, in such a relentless torrent, that we need people and things that stand up to it and offer respite from the current.

…I appreciate the role the Church plays in savoring the right notes.

I offer you the link to the full post as a little Thanksgiving token. May you read it in peace.

On St. Clement

The parish where I grew up was St. Clement’s. All I knew about the saint was that his name was mentioned in the Roman Canon, AKA the first Eucharistic Prayer – you know, the long one. Thus does a child process church history.

St. Clement of Rome. Image from Church of Santa Maria Antiqua. Photo:Wikivorker, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons

I’ve since learned more about the people listed by name in that Prayer, and I understand what I lost during the years when I tuned out any Eucharistic Prayer that took more than three minutes to recite. Parents, be patient; I’m living proof that inattentive kids come around eventually.

Today is St. Clement’s feast day. I now know that he was one of the early popes, back in the days when that meant certain persecution. He knew Peter and Paul, and he learned from them what Christian ministry looked like. He saw their sufferings, and he accepted the post of Bishop of Rome anyway. It’s right that we remember and honor him.

My trusty Laudate app provides me today with a portion of a letter from Clement to the Corinthians, the same fractious people that St. Paul had to admonish.

It was through jealousy and envy that the greatest and most upright pillars of the Church were persecuted and struggled unto death. Let us set before our eyes the good apostles. First of all, Peter, who because of unreasonable jealousy, suffered not merely once or twice but many times, and, having thus given his witness,went to the place of glory that he deserved. It was through jealousy and conflict that Paul showed the way to the prize for perseverance….We are writing this, beloved, not only for your admonition but also as a reminder to ourselves; for we are placed in the same arena, and the same contest lies before us. Hence we ought to put aside vain and useless concerns and should consider what is good, pleasing and acceptable in the sight of him who made us. Let us fix our gaze on the blood of Christ, realizing how precious it is to his Father, since it was shed for our salvation and brought the grace of repentance to all the world.

 

Boston’s Christmas Tree: a gift of gratitude from Nova Scotia

Soul-soothing stories have been hard to come by in recent days. I’m happy to see this one, from boston.com: “Why Nova Scotia Gives Boston Its Christmas Tree for Free Every Year.” It’s a story about gratitude and being a good neighbor.

Although I live not too far from Boston, I hadn’t heard about the wonderful Christmas tree tradition until a visit to Halifax about fifteen years ago. I was a tourist, heading up to incomparable Cape Breton Island. I stopped enroute in Halifax, where my cousin and his family gave me a quick tour of their tidy, friendly city. They showed me a memorial to the Halifax explosion. The what?

That’s when I learned about the terrible explosion of a munitions ship in Halifax harbor in December 1917. The explosion killed two thousand people, injured 9000, and leveled part of the city. A catastrophe, by any measure.

First city to send relief: Boston. Say what you will about Mayor Curley, but he and the people of Boston rose to this occasion.

The people of Halifax sent Boston a Christmas tree the following year as a gesture of gratitude. In the 1970s, they made it an annual gift. When you go to Boston Common at Christmastime, that’s a Nova Scotia tree all decked out for you.

Update: The boston.com story clued me in to the @TreeforBoston X account, filled with photos of the tree as it’s being delivered and welcomed. Best set of tweets you’ll see all day, I’ll wager. You’re welcome.