Oh no! It’s… Clogged Washington!

images-3Washington has many faces: monumental DC, quiet Sunday morning DC, buzzing active DC, and of course… clogged DC.  You know… It’s that map of the Mall on the front page of the Post the day before every holiday… the map with all those red lines where open streets should be… the metro announcements that begin, “Blue Line service will be suspended until…”  Clogged DC can be spontaneous too; when you hear the sirens of a sixteen car motorcade coming out of nowhere.  ..and God forbid you should get stuck behind a Metro Access van.  Parades, protests and presidents are a regular part of life here.  Consequently so is the virtue of patience… one hopes.

Patience is the virtue that disposes us to protect good reason against passion (especially sorrow). -St. Thomas Aquinas

Patience it is whereby a man bears evil with an equal mind, lest he abandon with an unequal mind the goods whereby he may advance to better things. -St. Augustine

Standing on a metro platform, or stuck in traffic on a crowded bus at rush hour, patience can be hard to find, but don’t make it harder on yourself than necessary.  Consider this…

Virtues are habits built up over time.  They always involve struggle, sometimes failure, but over time they involve growth.  Patience is hard for everyone, but every struggle brings us closer to achieving that habit and keeping sorrow at bay.  Growth in virtue never stops until we [hopefully] reach heaven… which means some degree of struggle will always be with us.  Is there any comfort in this world?  Certainly…

By definition, when we’re stuck in traffic, we’re stuck with others.  Waiting on a metro platform is rarely a lonely event.  We’re all in the same boat.  That’s a comfort unto itself.  It’s also an opportunity for us to frame the struggle for patience as setting a heroic example for the person next to us.  Somehow when we’re doing it for another person – even a stranger – struggle becomes more tolerable.  Who said you couldn’t look at traffic with eyes of faith?

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“Use your words…”

Words have power.  In high school, Bro. George began Senior English, “In the beginning was the word…” (Jn 1:1).  Words form our sense of self.  Francis Bacon wrote, “Reading makes a full man; conference makes a ready man; writing makes an exact man.”  Whole civilizations have coalesced around words.  Italy’s fractious provinces and principalities found common identity in Dante’s Comedia Divina (written in vernacular Italian) long before they identified with the tricolour flag.  The British established the architecture of modern commerce and globalism by spreading their language to the 25% of the world’s population once held under their imperial sway.  Gandhi, Dr. King, and many others have moved whole populations to control just anger, channeling it into effective non-violent protest.  And most recently, consider the “Washington Redskins” (need I say more?).  Words have power.

That’s why today’s Washington Post article “Redefining the N-Word,” by D. Sheinin and K. Thompson is so fascinating.  Before going any further, let me say: This post is not meant to come down on any side of any argument about any word.  Today, I’m marveling at the process of talking about words, and a very few of the many phenomena that influence that social conversation.  The WP article in question is spurred by he NFL’s latest attempts to ban the n-word from use on the field.  It raises some interesting questions (some in the article, some just in my own musing):

Do words have an absolute / fixed – value?  …or do words depend wholly on context for their fullest definition?  In English, probably a little of both… and when a word seems to move between those to categories confusion and concern result.
What is the role of history in language?  Throughout English history, words have morphed in meaning and weight.  What seems to be so new is the speed with which words change… Has there ever been a time when a word (e.g. the ’n-word’) has -in the course of one generation- so radically and frequently changed?  What role has instant print, radio and now digital media played in that process?
Can language be controlled by coercive force (e.g. a school district …or here, the NFL)? …and even if it can be so controlled, should it be so controlled?  Does today’s article display features of Orwell’s “1984,” or Tocqueville’s “Democracy in America”?
Traditionally linguistic questions could find resolution… a final stamp of (dis)approval, either in academia or in the daily language of civil government.  Does such a lexical court of final appeal exist today?  Has English, at least in the U.S., split into so many mutually exclusive socio-cultural sub sets that emotionally charged words like “Redskins” or the “n-word” will forever be without final definition?

I dont’ have a final answer to any of these questions, but ongoing debates about words can serve as a great forum for our own personal formation as each of us strives to use language prudently and temperately for the good of others and the glory of God.

Beauty Poverty and the Public Good

Recently, a colleague and I were talking about the planned Eisenhower Memorial in the heart of DC. Among many hotly debated questions about Washington’s newest memorial, my friend pointed out one sure thing: it will be expensive… not by the standards of the whole federal budget, but when you think of how many meals could be bought for the poor, houses that could be built for the homeless, medicines provided to say… Eisenhower’s surviving veterans.

It’s a classic debate: Beauty vs. “Utility” and an important one, one we should have frequently to keep us true.  True to what?  The balance of corporal and spiritual goods.  Caring for our fellow man is a moral imperative, to be sure… but so is the spiritual reality of reminding ourselves where we come from and what kind of world our fathers (including God our Father) wanted for us.  “Walking around” inside our father’s dreams for us guides us.  It also helps our self-understanding to transcend the limited life-span and circumstances we inhabit.

Last night’s PBS News Hour offered up a great example of this in Detroit.  Our neighbors to the north have struck a “grand bargain” to move their city out of bankruptcy.  As part of it, a consortium of non-profits, including the Ford Foundation, are donating money to secure public pensions AND to safeguard the Detroit Institute of the Arts.  Darren Walker of the Ford Foundation expounded beautifully that saving the Art Institute for future citizens of Detroit is not a luxury it’s a NEED for the soul of the city.  I would highlight the stunning premise here: that a community of citizens does indeed have a soul!

Jesus strikes this same balance in his ministry.  On the one hand he gives us an absolute command to serve the bodily good of our brothers and sisters in need.  But in John 12 he also blesses Mary of Bethany for pouring a year’s worth of aromatic ointment over his feet, washing them with her tears and drying them with her hair.  Extravagant?  Certainly… but Jesus blesses this extravagance.  I guess we could say that if the human body needs sober regulated nourishment for it’s health, the human soul needs extravagant love for its best good.  If our monuments, houses of worship and other public spaces serve that good, it’s well worth it.

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For more, consider listening to Fr. Saward’s marvelous talk (10/11/14) to The Catholic Arts Society

Imagining Happiness

J. LaFarge - Fisherman Spearing Fish (1895)
J. LaFarge – Fisherman Spearing Fish (1895)

A visit to Tahiti would exciting, but on the off chance that you’re not going any time soon, you can find this painting at the National Gallery of Art.  I enjoy strolling the impressionist wing from time to time.  The hazy (not quite the right word) quality of impressionist art gives me the feeling that I’m inside someone else’s imagination peering at distant locales.

The Gallery has a GREAT website (www.nga.gov) where you can find pictures to fire your imagination and launch you to far off places  before returning refreshed to your day’s tasks.  What is it about using our imaginations that’s so restorative?

St. Thomas Aquinas and other scholastics spoke beautifully and frequently about the importance of the imagination as a place where we can engage mysterious or unseen realities.  Theres’ nothing more human than spending time with God.  Taking time to use our imaginations in positives ways during the day (dreaming of: vacations, positive plans for family, future successes at work) can whet our appetites and drive us to achieve worthwhile goals… or even to make needed course corrections in life.  Consciously engaging our imagination can also be a pro-active part of what is all too often a reactive day.  A few moments when we give our will permission to run after the truest and deepest yearnings of our heart.  If we do this in honesty with ourselves then the exercise of imagination can strengthen us to pursue our truest good: happiness through self-gift.  Don’t discount the power of your imagination to play a wonderful role in guiding your life… to Tahiti or otherwise.

On the metro with eyes lifted

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I’ve always loved our Metro system.  The noble simplicity of its vaulted stations makes every rider a citizen-king.  The system is clean (compared to many)… and what heart doesn’t swell with civic unity and pride as we all agree that one should, “Stand on the right!” Metro is certainly an icon of DC life, a staple of our regional culture.  It’s also a fascinating petri dish of human experience.

When I commuted on Metro I was a wide-eyed college student, but there were other types of eyes too; muted in their excitement, downcast in fatigue, sometimes downright numb.  I still see them.  For some it’s a momentary thing, a brief “turning off” before rousing the self and stiffening the sinews for another round of life.  But for others I get the sense that those muted eyes are the norm of life.  Obviously I can’t speak for everyone that I see, but sometimes the words of Cardinal Wiseman come to mind,

“Who was ever satisfied that his attempt to please the world have been ever fully repaid?” (homily, “On love of the world” –  I Jn 2:15)

All of us run in the rat-race of urban life.  Too many run that race outside of a truly liberating human context: from one fad to the next, from one job to the next hoping against disappointed hope that eventually life will give way and reward us.  If eyes on the metro are any indication, it won’t.

Christianity has always proposed a different way, a sacrificial context for our race in which all the smallest and greatest sufferings we endure can be consciously offered to God to win graces for ourselves and our world.  The loving God, not this fickle world, becomes the source of or reward.  As Viktor Frankl asserted: a man can survive any “how” if he has a “why.”  When that “why” is our role in a divine schema of sacrifice and love, it ennobles us… lifts our spirits and maybe even our eyes when we’re riding the rails to work.

For further reading on living daily sacrifice see the works of: St. Therese of Lisieux, St. Josemaria Escriva, and St. John Paul II, all available at the Catholic Information Center (K St, NW between 15 and 16th St.  – Metro: Farragut North)