Jesus Encourages The Negligent Priest

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Another second-hand religious text. 

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With The Divine Retreat Master, by J Schrijvers, translated by a Kansas bishop named E.V. O’Hara and first published in 1939. It’s essentially a week-and-a-half-long pep talk to ambivalent priests, written in the first person, from the perspective of Jesus. Himself. 

The table of contents makes it sound like a very stressful and emotional ten days. 

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Quotes from each chapter:
Introduction: 
“My son, come into my presence…Do not tremble before my Divine Majesty. I am your Jesus, your Redeemer. Do not hide, as Adam did in the earthly paradise, because of your spiritual nakedness. I am come not to discourage you with reproaches, but to draw you into intimacy with me and to clothe you with my grace. 
Do not refuse my invitation.”
1. The Priest, Another Christ
“It is not you who have chosen me. It is I who have chosen you and have made you a priest…I have preferred you among a thousand in spite of your low estate, your sins and your ingratitude.”
2. Jesus Sanctifies His Priest
“I am come to cast fire on the earth and you are the flaming torch which will carry it to souls…Oh, do not be cast down, my son, at the prospect of so great responsibility! Do not be discouraged at the sight of your weakness. I know that I have poured my grace into a fragile vessel. I know that you are dust, that your nature inclines you to evil from your youth…”
3. Jesus Communicates His Virtues to His Priest
“Keep your heart contrite and humble in my presence. Do not attribute to yourself any talent, any success, any good work, any gift of God…Of yourself you have nothingness and sin and hell as your portion. All else is mine, the effect of my goodness and my mercy.”
4. Jesus Encourages The Negligent Priest
“What saddens me is the sight of a priestly soul habitually and voluntarily negligent…without fearing that his shameful sleep is the forerunner of spiritual death. This priest is neither cold by mortal sin, nor hot with an ardent love; he is lukewarm and he provokes my disgust and I must restrain myself not to vomit him out of my mouth.”
5. Jesus In Search Of The Erring Priest
“Your life has been unproductive and evil. You have uselessly occupied space like a withered tree.”
6. Jesus In Solitude With His Priest
“What happy hours we shall spend together if you will but do my will; what secrets I shall whisper to you!…You should not enter into contact with others except to bring them my favours…Do not seek consolation from mortals. Happiness you possess in me, for I am your Friend. Seek often to be by yourself…There I will show you the deficiencies in your priestly life…There I will open to you the ineffable secrets of my Sacred Heart…”
7. Jesus Forms His Priest For The Office Of Mediator
“The good which you do is not in proportion to your outward success. The ways of my grace are hidden from human wisdom.”
8&9. The Priest, Mediator With Jesus
“Let your voice be heard unceasingly as the sound of a trumpet. Do not weary of pointing out to my people their faithlessness and their crimes.”
10. Jesus In Intimacy With His Priest
“I love my priests. I heap on their heads burning coals that they may not be able to refuse me their love." 
A final note: Chapter 8 contains an extraordinary passage that doesn’t really seem to fit the general theme of emotionally abusing clergymen. It’s a short passage in which "Jesus” describes his torture on the cross. 
“…an ocean of bodily suffering inundated my being. My flesh was torn by the iron scourges, my head tortured by the thorns, my hands and feet pierced with nails, my shoulders mangled by the heavy Cross, my knees bleeding from repeated falls, my bones disjointed, my muscles loosened, my tongue parched by a cruel thirst. The executioners tortured me and the Justice of my Father did not restrain their blows. 
My body was like a mysterious harp marvellously delicate and sensitively attuned to pain. And because I was bruised for the sins of man, every fibre responded with a groan, and these vibrations, veritable waves of pain, course and recoursed through all my being, sending their tides even to the shores of infinity…”

Enemies

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It was written by one “Judge” J.F. Rutherford, and published in 1937 by Watch Tower Bible and Tract Society, Brooklyn, NY. 

Cover:

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The Judge’s thought processes are somewhat elusive, but as far as I can make out, he seeks to dissociate faith in the Christian god from “religion” generally, which he classes as a form of politics. He defines religion as

“the product of the devil, employed specifically to deceive the people and to turn them away from Jehovah…”

He identifies the violence of the 20th Century as a product of an ill-defined fear that Jesus prophesied would one day sweep the earth. Judge apparently holds this Fear responsible for a dazzling variety of societal ills ranging from Nazism and “pestilences” to “sit-down strikes and other senseless labor disturbances”. 

To help you cope with your crippling fear, Judge means to identify and expose your spiritual Enemies. (They’re everywhere.

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The Enemy, by the way, is the Religionist.

The illustrations are illuminating. 

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Above, Eve in the Garden of Eden, being tempted by the Serpent, here seen taking the form of a sassy Komodo dragon. 

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Cain having slain an adorably pudgy Abel, apparently with a baseball bat. Note Lucifer’s disembodied head floating at a jaunty angle over Cain’s shoulder. 

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It’s implied that this rather fey gentleman above is meant to be Nimrod, descendant of Noah, although it’s by no means obvious from the text. (The good Judge describes Nimrod as “ambitious, warlike and bloodthirsty, and reveled in wicked deeds”. Whereas this fellow and his entourage seem to be revelling in his off-the-shoulder toga and well-groomed moustache.)

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The text offers no context or explanation for this image. I can only assume that’s John the Baptist’s head in the bucket, ruefully eyeing Salome’s nipple as she performs a victorious lap-danse macabre for Herod. Yon corpse remains a mystery, unless it’s just some naked courtier with an over-developed sense of theatre, swooning at the whole grotesque spectacle. 

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You weren’t there, but this is what the Inquisition was like. 

Just to reiterate, this is not an atheist tract. This is a religious text that happens to rely on an eccentric definition of religion. 

To clarify:

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If you’re still a little confused, let Judge Rutherford’s further teachings enlighten you. 

 

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My English Book

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Lesson one: the gender binary. 

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The English are strict disciplinarians. 

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If you’re not weeping, you’re not counting hard enough. 

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I cannot for the life of me work out what is happening here. The chapter deals with Christmas and related vocabulary. At no point does the text allude to the terrifying third panel of this illustration. Maybe French children instinctively understand the murky pagan origins of the holiday, close to the winter solstice, as a symbolic rebellion against death, and the monster here depicted is a visual metaphor for mortality and the inescapable melancholy underpinning the festive season. 

The page in its entirety, including a patronising letter from “Tom”. 

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Let’s end on a lighter, but still baffling note. 

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Etc. 

Found a lovely, horrible, mouldy second-hand book, dating from at least the twenties, which turned out to be a panegyrical biography of Irish revolutionary and poet, Thomas Davis.

I love the strange marks and annotations all over these pages, like the febrile scribblings of a lunatic trying to decipher some imaginary code. And I don’t know why, for example, the word “opinion” was apparently not in the owner’s vocabulary but “temperance” posed no difficulties. A terrifying spectre of oppressive Catholic dogma glimpsed through the veil of time? Or a meaningless quirk of literacy, just a rumple in the fabric of one weirdo’s personal lexicon, who knows.

Poet-revolutionary is one of those occupations that seem to have fallen by the wayside. Like buccaneer, or haberdasher.