Showing posts with label Bavaria. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bavaria. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

It is right and just


All right, one more post for BXVI’s ninetieth birthday!  For it is truly right and just that the Pope Emeritus should have received visitors from his homeland — the (regional) prime minister of Bavaria and Alpine mountain troops — and that they should have brought with them pretzels, beer and music for a party that included his brother.

And he was moved to these words (as transcribed here) when called upon to extemporise a speech:
Mein Herz ist erfüllt von Dankbarkeit für die neunzig Jahre, die der Liebe Gott mir geschenkt hat. Da waren auch Prüfungen und schwere Zeiten, aber in allen hat Er mich immer weiter geführt, herausgeholt, sodass ich weiter gehen konnte und von Dank erfüllt bin, vor allem auch dafür, dass Er mir eine so schöne Heimat geschenkt hat, die jetzt unter euch bei mir präsent ist.

Bayern ist schön von der Schöpfung her. Das Land ist schön durch die Kirchtürme, die da sind, die Häuser mit den Balkons, mit Blumen, die Menschen, die gut sind. Es ist schön, weil man dort um Gott weiß und weiß, dass Er die Welt geschaffen hat und dass dies so richtig ist, wenn wir sie mit Ihm gestalten. So danke ich euch herzlich für diese Gegenwart Bayerns, die ihr mir vermittelt, eines Bayerns, das weltoffen, lebendig, fröhlich ist, aber es deswegen so sein kann, weil es im Glauben seine Wurzeln findet. Euch allen vergelt’s Gott, vom Ministerpräsidenten angefangen bis zu euch allen. Ich freue mich, dass wir uns so schön beim blauen Himmel Roms versammeln konnten, der an den weiß-blauen Himmel der Bayernfahne auch erinnert, und es ist ja der gleiche Himmel.

Ich wünsche euch allen viel Segen Gottes. Bringt meine Grüße mit nach Hause, wie dankbar ich für euch bin und wie gern ich in meinem Herzen immer noch in Bayern herumwandere und lebe und hoffe, dass dies so bleiben wird. Vergelt’s Gott.
My unburnished translation:
My heart is filled with gratitude for the ninety years that God has given me.  There have been trials and hard times, but in all of them He has always led me forwards and called me forth so that I could carry on; and I am filled with gratitude above all that He gave me such a beautiful homeland, which is present to me now through you.

Bavaria has been beautiful ever since its creation.  The country is lent its beauty by the church towers that there are; the houses with their balconies, with flowers; the people who are good.  It is beautiful because God is known to people there, and they know that He created the world and that it will be at rights if we build it with Him.  So I give you heartfelt thanks for this Bavarian presence that you share with me, a Bavaria that is open to the world, alive, joyful — and that can be thus because it has its roots in faith.  Thanks to you all, from the [regional] prime minister to all of you.  I am glad that we have been able to have such a lovely gathering under the blue sky of Rome, which is also a reminder of the blue-white heavens of the Bavarian flag, and indeed it is one and the same Heaven.

To you all I wish God’s blessing.  Take home my greeting: how thankful I am for you and how I still love to wander in Bavaria in my heart, and live and hope that it will always be so.  Vergelt’s Gott.
‘Vergelt’s Gott’ means ‘may God repay it’, or ‘may God reward you for it’.  My translation falls apart at the seams not least when translating ‘Himmel’ which in German means the sky and Heaven alike.

Of course we are all aware of the intelligence of the mind that produced these words, and, indeed, there it is lying just under the surface.  But what strikes me first about this speech is its homeliness.  German has a better word: Gemütlichkeit, which translates as ‘cosiness’ in one sense, and ‘conviviality’ in another, but in yet a third a comfort deeper than comfort.  It derives from the noun Gemüt, meaning ‘disposition’, or ‘mind’, or ‘soul’, so what is gemütlich is homely and comfortable to the very depths, and answers the longings of the very soul.  No wonder the Bavarian guests are addressed in the familiar second person, ihr and euch… He is simply Fr. Ratzinger, a diocesan priest of Munich-Freising, a humble worker in the vineyard of the Lord.

Es ist ja der gleiche Himmel (Wallberg, Bayern).

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Geburtstagsglückwünsche…

…für den emeritierten Papst Benedikt XVI, der heute sein neunundachtzigtes Lebensjahr feiert!

Yes, today is the great Pope Emeritus Benedict’s eighty-ninth birthday.  I say ‘great’ and mean it because, as I explained in one of my first posts on this blog, I think he is one of the most important public figures to have appeared on the world stage since the millennium (and he had been doing mighty work long before then).  Not only did he hold the Church’s tiller steady against wave after wave in this age of tumult, but he went out to do battle with the forces of secularism and relativism: not with sound and fury, as they expected, but with lucidness of intellect and steadfastness of goodness.  He dedicated his intellectual gifts to the cause of goodness and truth.  He reminded a world unwilling  (especially in the West) to acknowledge its burden of disillusionment, cynicism and selfishness that it is, in fact, possible to speak of such things as absolute truth, intellectual faith and authentic love: “I have come,” he once said, visiting Berlin, “to speak about God".  He was undaunted when the apostles of secularism scoffed, “Truth?  What is that?”. He continued to use old words like ‘beauty’, ‘love’ and ‘faith’ with a straight face, and yet without raising his voice.  Having witnessed evil for himself, especially in the 1930s and 1940s, he taught my generation that goodness and gentleness are not the same as blandness, or even as kindness, but often have to be proved with moral courage and honesty before God.  Above all, he gave us a tremendous example, itself founded on the example of Christ.  He (along with St. Peter) has a magnificent successor in Pope Francis, but his writing and example remain a rich treasure-trove for the Church and for the New Evangelisation.  It is as much a gift as a challenge to number among the ‘Benedict generation’, and so I here express my gratitude for his long life, pray for his good health, and propose a Bavarian ‘Prost!’.

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Pope Benedict toasting last year’s 88th birthday (It is right and just)
(Photo: The Ratzinger Forum, possibly ultimately L’Osservatore Romano)

Friday, August 28, 2015

Reading ‘Pope Francis: Untying the Knots’ by Paul Vallely

Some time ago a friend kindly lent me ‘Pope Francis: Untying the Knots’, a biography of the Holy Father by Paul Vallely.  It is an absorbing and pacy book: I remember its being published remarkably soon after the election, and read it bearing in mind that speed had been of the essence when was being researched and written.

From www.paulvallely.com
Vallely works through the run of Jorge Bergoglio’s life with methodical detail and also sprinkles it with some wonderful vignettes.  For instance, he discovered his vocation in a confessional which he had only entered on second thoughts on his way to make a proposal of marriage.  His mother used to gather the children around radio to hear broadcasts of whole operas.  Then there is the nickname of El Chabon that he is given in villa 31, a slum of Buenos Aires, which apparently translates as ‘The Dude’.

Paul Vallely’s contention throughout the book is that Pope Francis’ characteristic humility, simplicity, authenticity and concern for the downtrodden pour forth now so startlingly only because of difficult trials he underwent in the past.  For instance, Vallely paints a picture of his time as superior of the Jesuit province in Argentina, soon after the Second Vatican Council, in which he apparently reacted fiercely against new movements and ideas (such as Liberation Theology or modern ecclesiastical architecture) and thus divided Argentinian Jesuits into supporters and adversaries.  Then there were the difficulties of the Argentinian ‘Dirty War’ of 1976—1983 in which a military regime, trying to stamp out any hint of Communism, included in its long list of political enemies priests who seemed too attached to the cause of workers or slum-dwellers.  Moreover, Vallely describes various examples of collusion between representatives of the Church and the regime; even within the Church, it was difficult for Jorge Bergoglio to know where and with whom he stood.  Vallely also dwells at length upon an incident involving two priests from whom, because they had expressly disobeyed his request to stop working in the slums for their safety, Jorge Bergoglio removed the licence to say Mass and therefore, in the military’s eyes, the Church’s protection.  These priests were kidnapped shortly afterwards and, it seems, were fortunate to avoid death, let alone to be released. 

It was against this background, Vallely tells us, that Jorge Bergoglio was sent to Bavaria in 1986 to research a Ph.D.  Here, in the church of St. Peter am Perlach in Augsburg, he encountered a painting of Our Lady entitled ‘Mary, Untier of Knots’.  This image resonated with him precisely because of the troubles he had faced in Argentina, and he took back copies of the painting on his return.  Vallely’s belief is that this picture played no small part in a conversion, or something like it, that the future Pope underwent.  After this change of heart and mind, we read that he came to believe that poverty could not be eradicated without a conversion of society; he became less opposed to Liberation Theology and he set himself the challenge of adopting humility as a ‘religious decision’.  It was the experience of division and disunity in the Church, of murkiness with regard to the 1976-1983 regime and the unassuaged plight of the Argentinian poor that forged the Pope Francis who now unsettles us and challenges us with his humility and directness.

It is a tale compellingly told.  I have misgivings about one aspect of its telling, however.  This portrait of Pope Francis often reads as if meant to be considered in contrast to, even in rupture with the recent history of the Church and indeed Pope Benedict in particular.  Vallely’s use of the word ‘conservative’ (a word which I think ought particularly to be avoided in Church affairs) might justly be described as liberal, and he does not mean it as a compliment.  How thinly Vallely has veiled his disapproval of the Church’s administration can be told by his use of phrases like ‘Vatican crackdown’ or ‘conservative hierarchy’; see also his description of Benedict XVI’s liturgical formality as a ‘predilection for lace and Latin’.  It seems fair enough for Vallely to pit Francis against the Curia, since the Curia has certainly been in need of reform, but the assumption is made that the Curia’s problems come from attachment to tradition, or antipathy towards modernity, rather than from nepotism, insularity or, come to that, from sin.  There is even the implication that, before his ‘conversion’, in his antipathy towards revolution, readiness to assert authority and decision to decorate a bare modernist chapel interior, Jorge Bergoglio had resembled Joseph Ratzinger, and that the new version is an improvement precisely because he apparently no longer does so.

In the first instance I find this unfair to Benedict, whose character and mission might have been different from Francis’, but was far from deficient (I have sung B16’s praises here).  It is certainly true that Benedict was a man of words and thoughts where Francis is more obviously a man of action and gesture, but a contemplative approach does not necessarily lead to a ‘Church turned in on its inner spirituality’.  As I see it, Benedict knew his strengths and their limits — a deep understanding of Europe, along with the intelligence to grapple with it.  So, in his seven years, although he never forgot that he was Pope for all the world’s Catholics, he laid down the intellectual and spiritual foundations of the New Evangelisation in Europe in particular.  He confronted the dictatorship of relativism on the very fronts on which it had declared war on the Church, and did not waver when the Western media retaliated.  He provided European Christians with the intellectual equipment to engage with the New Atheism, gender theory, the dictatorship of relativism and consumerism, and fought sin’s particular footholds in Western society.  Simply by insisting that we can speak of such a thing as absolute truth, truth that comes from God, he did a great service for hope.

If he revived Papal fashions and invited the European faithful to a careful consideration of the liturgy, it was not to flee from the plight of the world’s poor.  Rather, it dealt with one of the greatest threats to Western Christianity, namely the wholesale abolition of an awareness of its past.  How tempting it is to believe that this is the greatest of ages simply by virtue of our living in it, and consequently that our ancestors’ way of life is entirely obsolete (how often do we hear this or that idea hastened along ‘because it’s the twenty-first century’?).  By reviving traditions in the Church, Benedict reminded us that wisdom is gained not by rejecting the past solely on the grounds of its mistakes, but by sifting carefully through the ages, avoiding its errors and, better still, embracing its triumphs.  It was a way of asking the New Evangelisation’s great question to Europe: ‘Do you remember that we believed because it is true?’.  

Benedict was aware that Europe carries ever less weight in the Christian world.  I think it is reasonable to suppose that one reason for his resignation was to open the way for someone more knowledgeable about the non-European Church.  So in the end, he allowed himself seven years to lay the foundations of the New Evangelisation in the West (foundations that we are to build upon with his legacy), which in turn allowed Pope Francis to concentrate on his own strengths.

This does not mean that we can afford to pay less attention to Pope Francis (who himself has said that ‘every age has but a meagre awareness of its own limitations’).  I simply think that Pope Benedict had a particular mission, as Pope Francis has his.  Modern Europe is not like the rest of the world: the challenge of building the Church is very different, even to the extent of needing two different kinds of Pope at different times.  This is illustrated by Vallely’s own description of Argentinean popular piety and the informal, exuberant mood at Mass in the slums of Buenos Aires.  Coming from a place where the Christian faith has life like that, Pope Francis could be excused if he were baffled by European cynicism and sulky reticence towards any discussion of faith, though Laudato Si shows that he understands it very well indeed.  I see these two Popes in continuity with each other; they may have different characters and gifts, but both put these at the service of the servants of God.

Vallely’s (and others’) frame of thought, in which two apparently distinct halves vie for supremacy — liturgically and morally doctrinaire ‘conservatives’ versus energetic upholders of social justice —  is not only over-simplistic, but also produces a thoroughly disillusioning vision of the Church, which at any moment might be lost to the wrong side.  Of course there exist within the Church divisions, disagreements and (fundamentally) sin, but I do not think that these align themselves along battle-lines in the way that Vallely describes.  Vallely says, for instance: ‘For all his growing sense of the need for social justice, Jorge Mario Bergoglio was doctrinally orthodox and mainstream’, as if the two were incompatible.  Yet concern for social justice is a pillar of Catholic doctrine, set out clearly in Catholic Social Teaching, and social justice is achieved precisely by a universal, willing adherence to the Church’s teachings.  It may be that some of the faithful are overly concerned by liturgy and rubrics, and that others have an excessively political and secular conception of social injustice, but the ideal is a combination of both spirituality and action, two things which do not contradict each other but go together in the same direction, just as Benedict’s and Francis’ papacies do.  All are called to the harvest (which, we are told, is rich, and the labourers few); each must bring what he can.