Monday, July 6, 2009

Why I Missed Latin Mass Today

This morning I was wakened by news that a friend was in need of a ride to the hospital. So I threw on some clothes, and not taking time to think, but going more on autopilot, I grabbed my psalter, a volume of Kafka, my beret, and almost left without my keys. With those vital items I hurried to his place. In retrospect, it was a bit comic getting my friend to the hospital. Imagine relying on me to find a hospital I have never been to, and trying to get there fast. I think I made him more sick just by my driving. Indeed, he did vomit before we arrived, though I can't say for sure whether it was me or his existing illness. After trying to find the hospital he originally suggested, we decide to just go to a large area hospital I knew, Saint Luke's, at 27th & Oklahoma. The staff helped him in at the ER, and I was required to wait in the ER waiting room for about twenty minutes before I could get in to see him. So, still in some ways on automatic, my hand reached for my psalter, and prayed some of the psalms for Lauds. Then a bit of Kafka's The Judgment. Let me tell you, dear reader, that neither prayer nor enjoying great literature is helped very much by having a silly children's show loudly broadcast on the TV in the room -actually all three TVs- a Dora the Explorer, or some such show. (By the way, since Fr. Weedon's recent blog post on the ubiquity of the TV screen in modern American society, I have recognized this more and more.)

My friend is still having tests done on him, x-ray, a CAT scan, etc. Please pray for him. I came home to get Ruth to work, then I will return to the hospital. Hopefully, he will be well enough to go home. At that point I will need to get some sleep for work tonight.

(I had a good time at Summerfest last night, and might just write a bit on that later.)

Friday, June 26, 2009

The Sanctuary Lamp



There is a longstanding custom in Lutheran Churches, to keep a candle always lit in the east end of the church, near the altar. It is called the sanctuary lamp, or the eternal light, or perhaps other similar terms. I would offer, as food for thought, a criticism of the way in which this is practiced in many Lutheran churches. What I have in mind is the practice of having an eternal light in the sanctuary of churches that do not reserve the Blessed Sacrament.

Please note that at the top of this discussion I refer to this as a custom, and not as tradition. It does not deserve to be classed as part of the tradition of the church, and any defense of it as a respect for tradition is misguided, wrongheaded, and quite mistaken.

The Sanctuary Lamp has essentially one purpose, namely, to signify that one is in the presence of our Lord, Who is truly present in the Blessed Sacrament, reserved in the tabernacle. Such a signifying has the twin purpose of 1. honoring Christ, a sort of keeping vigil with the sacred Body of Christ, and 2. giving the faithful the opportunity and occasion to adore their Lord. In churches where the Sacrament is not reserved, it is appropriate to bow deeply upon reaching one's pew, or when crossing the center, as a way of showing reverence to the altar, the great symbol of Christ, our Sacrifice for sin. And where the Sacrament is present, it is appropriate and traditional to worship the truly present Christ by bended knee. Indeed, between the consecration and the ablutions in the Mass, this is done by kneeling. And in churches where the Sacrament is always present, traditional practice is to adore our Lord by genuflecting upon reaching one's pew, kneeling at one's place in the pew for a few minutes in prayer, genuflecting when leaving the pew to go to Communion, also when returning to the pew after Communion, upon departing, and whenever crossing the center of the church. The traditional tell tale when entering a church, as to whether the Sacrament is present, is the Sanctuary Lamp, or its absence.

In the effort of so many Lutheran churches to take a thing with which they disagreed (reservation of the Sacrament), but the external form associated with it which they apparently liked (the burning of the eternal light), and give it a new meaning, such as the presence of the Spirit of God, or the omnipresence of God, or God's eternal love, or any number of other arguments I have heard, what is really being done, surely unwittingly, is a deception. The sanctuary lamp tells those who enter its line of sight that in that space, very near that light, is the consecrated Bread of the Blessed Sacrament, which is the very Body of Christ.

The Lutheran Church, let us be clear, teaches clearly and boldly, with the Church Catholic of all its classic denominations, that the consecrated bread and wine is the very Body and Blood of Christ. By "very" I mean true, real, substantial. By it I mean exactly what it sounds like. By it I mean what the Calvinists and Evangelicals do not mean when such terms have at times been used by them in reference to their doctrine. Christ is really and personally present in the Blessed Sacrament. The Sacrament exists for basically one purpose, namely, that the faithful may be united with their Lord in the consumption of the same, for the forgiveness of their sins, and indeed, for the innumerable and immeasurable blessings of which union with Christ consist, such as strengthened faith, and comfort. That is, it is instituted for us Christians to eat and to drink. And when we do so, when we consume the Sacrament, we do not take a part of Christ away from Him, as we are crassly accused by deniers of the Sacrament, but in fact, it is consumed without ever being consumed. Thus, the fire that Moses encountered is a fitting picture in this regard. The presence of Christ is beyond all mathematics, as the Blessed Reformer stated in his debate with Zwingli. And, as he urged in his Brief Confession almost two decades later, the poetry of St. Thomas Aquinas is also helpful and clear, in that Christ, all of Him, is given to one, and to the next. Christ's presence, then, is reliable and true, before we approach the altar, and also as long as it is reserved in the tabernacle, for such reservation is practiced in many churches, even some of our own, for pastoral reasons, ie., for its consumption by the faithful.


With this doctrine of the true presence of Christ in the Sacrament of the Eucharist in mind, Lutheran churches place themselves in an awkward position when they keep the eternal light, while assigning to this eucharistic symbol a Calvinist definition or significance. Many of our churches have a eucharistic practice that is irreverent, shameful, and in short, quite fitting for a Calvinist or a Zwinglian theology. So in that regard, perhaps the empty practice of lighting the eternal light without the accompanying presence of the Sacrament is fitting after all in some of our churches.

Yet in all seriousness, Christian respect, and friendliness, I do call upon the reader to consider, or reconsider, these matters. My recommendation for those parishes and chapels that do not reserve the sacrament is twofold.

1. Consider doing so. And when you do, I encourage all the traditional expressions of reverence that have been such a healthy part of the liturgical tradition of the West. We can discuss all of those matters in due time.

2. Until you do institute the reservation of the Sacrament, extinguish the sanctuary lamp. At this point in your church, it is a practice which truly signifies nothing, that is, the absence of Christ. This is a perversity of matters. And I do not say this to insult, or be disrespectful. And if it helps your decision making process, think of all the money you will save in the mean time. And know that this discussion is not condemnation, but suggestion, and food for thought. When you keep doing things the way you've been doing it, I'll love you like a brother anyway.



Facebook username

I am not in the habit of getting on Facebook very often. But this morning I thought I may as well make an appearance. And it seems that Facebook users may now make use of user names. I didn't like any of the ones suggested for me, so I picked latifhakigaba. So for what it's worth, myFacebook page is now facebook.com/latifhakigaba

Thursday, June 25, 2009

bowling balls as jewels


At MKEimages.com, today's image of the day is a picture of one of the giant rings, a modern art sculpture on the Riverwalk, along the Milwaukee River, downtown Milwaukee.


Modern art is hardly my favorite art form, yet at times I find a piece to have a certain charm. This ring, for example, is to me a bold, larger than life, self-deprecating autobiographical statement of the city itself, so stereotypically known for pastimes like bowling. For the jewels in this ring are bowling balls. Milwaukee, like Middle Earth, has rings of mysterious power, for it seems that even visitors from New Orleans are drawn to it.

An Evening on Brady Street

How do East Side Milwaukee folks spend a leisurely summer evening? Among other things, they can be found on Brady Street. That is what Ruth and I did tonight. There's a lot of good places to eat on Brady Street; I had some Brady Street fellowship with the Beanes last week, for example, at the Apollo Cafe. Tonight Ruth and I picked up Jimmy John's sandwiches, and found a nice sidewalk table where we got to eat our dinner while enjoying the company of all the others doing the same.

Incidentally, a typical Latif moment was when we got to Brady Street, and started walking west; we get about a block past Jimmy John's when Ruth says, "So where are we going to eat?" and I say, "Jimmy John's, remember?" Ruth says, "But it's back that way." I'm like, "I know; we'll get there."

Anyway, after dinner, we stroll down the street, just enjoying the scene. I wanted to check out some of the vintage clothing and antique shops, and maybe a coffee house, like Rochambo, or Brewed. At one vintage shop, Yellow Jacket, I found a hat I just knew was destined to be mine, a yellow, furry hat, reminiscent of the one Cosmo Kramer once found on the street; unfortunately, it didn't quite fit me. On the next block, however, at Dragonfly, I found vintage neck ties on sale for $1 each, so three of them adopted me, and came home with me:


Finally, we decided to cross the street, and start heading back up the other side. I must say, one of my favorite things about life on the East Side is that I'm always encountering dogs I can pet. Sure enough, we soon found a dog, sitting next to his owners at a sidewalk bar or cafe, I don't remember which. I reached down to pet Bruno, the Basset Hound, a dog which looked much like this one:


Bruno not only let us pet him, which is not unusual, but also rolled over and encouraged us to pet his belly, which his owners said he never does.

Brady Street has an almost Parisian quality, a hard to define atmosphere which invites one to take some time out of the work week, and play the flaneur, if you will "pardon my French." So I always enjoy walking Brady Street with my wife, just as I love sharing the experience with friends whenever I can.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Tell Us What You Really Think

I am behind the front desk at the hotel, running some reports, etc., and I overhear an old couple (they look to be in their 70s or so). They are on the other side of the lobby, sitting at a couch, and watching what seems to be either a replay of Conan Obrien, or maybe a snippet of Conan on one of the news networks. (I'm sorry, Fr. Weedon, but, indeed, even the lobby of my hotel has a big TV screen.) Anyway, the woman says to her husband, referring to Conan Obrien, "I can't stand that guy!" And the man says to his wife, "I can't stand to look at him!" Sometimes old folks make me laugh.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Hosting the Beanes

It was a pure joy hosting the Beane Family for a couple days last week. In a sense, having them as house guests is like hosting family. Master Leo even calls me Uncle Latif. Ruth regrets having to miss their visit because of her librarians' conference in Saint Louis, though she was able, thankfully, to see the Beanes at Holy Hill on Monday, along with the others whom we were blessed to see from out of town.

All in all, last week went by much too quickly. I was blessed to get four days in a row off work (which I'm kind of making up for now), so that I got to enjoy most of the week undisturbed by thoughts of the hotel. The first half of the week was devoted to the Third Annual Retreat of the Society of Saint Polycarp, which took place out at Holy Hill, a monastery north of the city. (Incidentally, I am reminded of the opinion Lutheran bureaucrats hold of me, that I would be "more at home in a Benedictine monastery than in a Lutheran seminary;" to be sure, Holy Hill is a Discalced Carmelite community, not Benedictine, yet I did feel at home there.) After the retreat wrapped up on Wednesday, I had the honor of hosting Father Larry, Madame Beane (or Miss Grace, as some say), and young Leo for two and a half days at my place in Riverwest. For any not familiar with Milwaukee, Riverwest is one of those far west suburbs. Just joking; it is about as "East Side" as you can get, except that it is the neighborhood on the west bank of the Milwaukee River. If anything, it is more diverse than even the UWM environs. So with the little time we had together, I gave the Beanes a tiny taste of Milwaukee culture, as much as time, and a night auditor's salary, could afford. One of the real spiritual blessings of the week was to celebrate Mass together five days in a row, Monday, Tuesday, & Wednesday at Holy Hill, and Thursday & Friday at Saint Stephen's. Much more to say, surely, but this will suffice for now (my brain is not exactly in top performance condition at this point in the graveyard shift).

Thank you, Fr. Beane, for blessing my week in so many ways, not least being that you allowed me the honor and pleasure of hosting you and your dear family in my home.

By the way, there was a plentitude of pictures taken, many of which are worth viewing. Only, they were not taken by me, so I must direct you elsewhere. In fact, they seem to be already up at the Beane's Flickr site. So do check them out. The good looking guy in the beret is my friend Leo.