Saturday, 11 October 2014

#synod14

If you need to hear something to restore your faith that everything has not gone completely mad, listen to the soothing balm of Cardinal Burke.

Then there's Mr and Mrs Grygriel.

#synod14 can't end quickly enough.


Monday, 6 October 2014

La La La

Comedy gold here

Peter K rounds on the article and points out that the basis of the argument is fickle.

I will just point out two things.

That Gregorian Chant is monophonic is not an accident and is not so because people in the past were thick.

Think about it.

In the OT there are references to plucky stringed instruments.

So no-one ever plucked more than one string at a time. Ever.

People who lived in caves had bone flutes.

The Romans and Egyptians had trumpets.

Ye olde Danes had lurs, see the packets of butter.

But people never played more than one pitch at a time.

Nope.

Until organum. Yay!

That the musical expression par excellence, of the Catholic Church requires us all to share a single melody line must be telling us something important about what it means to be a Catholic.

So rather than junking it, perhaps some effort to involve ourselves and experience it might be worthwhile.



Thursday, 2 October 2014

Letting the cat out of the bag

Following recent national and local events, various people have declared their hands and it is now even clearer how to get on with things.

My Graduale Triplex and Liber App look on expectantly, as another chapter of chanting begins.

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Keeping going

Things have been a little surprising and perplexing recently.

Twitter is ablaze.

Strife is everywhere.

Time to hunker down.

I'm off to St Cecilia's this weekend, the following weekend is the Rosary Rally and the LMS Pilgrimage to Aylesford - simultaneously and then for me it's half term and a trip to St. Eugène and the Schola Sante Cécile on a Sunday and the rue du Bac.

Because some things don't let you down. :-)

Tuesday, 30 September 2014

Dressing the part

LMS Chairman yesterday makes reference, in a sage article, about a recent episcopal resignation of what happens to teachers if they involve themselves in relationships with pupils.

The law has been tightened and it is now illegal for a teacher to have a relationship with any pupil. That includes sixth formers. It seems that there has been a recognition that the pupil-teacher relationship is always a power relationship and that it is up to the one with the power not to exploit the one without.

Although being checked out for convictions/ cautions etc is a drag every three years, teachers are party to a huge amount of confidential information as well as access to hundreds of children and teenagers, so it is as well to be careful.

I am not allowed to give my mobile number or private email address to pupils. Any email that I write referring to a pupil can be requested by parents under the Data Protection Act.

We have a dress code at work. On Prize Day, I must wear a suit and academic dress. For concerts, I wear black.

When an exceptionally casual parent addresses me by my Christian name in an email, the reply is signed Miss Initial Initial Surname.

All these things create and maintain the correct environment in which pupils can safely learn and I can safely teach.

There are occasions where pupils need to be able to say and do things that place them in a vulnerable position and they need to be confident that they are not going to come to any harm. Their parents have a right to the same level of confidence.

Saturday, 27 September 2014

Dominus est

I have been lent copies of Bishop Athanasius Schnieder's two books by a friend.

It's a slim volume, so I am reading it slowly.

It seems that Bishops who have been tested in the fire make for better and truer teachers.

Yesterday I went to the Juventutem Mass in London.

The Celebrant, at the High Mass, was a nearly ordained priest, so the congregation was able to receive a first blessing.

Friday, 19 September 2014

Blessed be GAAAAD

Cardinal Burke @ Vespers and Benediction at Brompton Oratory, whenever that was.

Then he swept past in a Cappa Magna on the way to the Altar dedicated to St Philip Neri.

Catholicism.

I expect the best of everything.

From human charity, to sacrificial love to beautiful music.

:-)