<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13975575</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:42:16.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catholicradical:  Where Catholic thought is combined with Catholic Action</title><subtitle type='html'>Quotes from Catholic philosophical and theological leaders from the past and present.  Your comments are encouraged!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maurinday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13975575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maurinday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>billathts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507268466566269695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13975575.post-114977621929556306</id><published>2006-06-08T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:16:59.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Others working for Christ</title><content type='html'>You show a bad spirit if it hurts you to see others work for Christ without regard for what you are doing.  Remember this passage in St. Mark:  "Master, we saw a man who was not one of our followers casting out devils in your name, and we forbade him."  "Do not forbid him,"  Jesus replied, "because there is no one who shall work a miracle in my name, and forthwith be able to speak ill of me.  For he who is not against you, is for you."   St. Josemaria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Bravenet.com Service Code --&gt;
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What is not self-control is self-indulgence. What is self-indulgence is prostitution of functions. Prostitution in marriage is prostitution of marriage. Prostitution of marriage is prostitution plus hypocrisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;The Prostitution of Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To educate is to elevate. To elevate is to raise. To raise wheat on a piece of land is to enable that piece of land to produce wheat instead of weeds. To raise men from the animal state to the cultural state is to educate men. The teaching of facts without understanding is a prostitution of education.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Prostitution of the Press&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modern newspapermen try to give people what they want. Newspapermen ought to give people what they need. To give people what they want but should not have is to pander. To give people what they need, or in other terms, to make them want what they ought to want, is to foster. To pander to the bad in men is to make men inhuman to men. To foster the good in men is to make men human to men.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Prostitution of Politics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Republicans say: "Let's turn the rascals out." The Democrats say: "Let's turn the rascals out." The Republicans call the Democrats rascals. The Democrats call the Republicans rascals. For the Republicans as well as for the Democrats politics is just profitable business. By making a business out of politics politicians have prostituted the noble calling of politics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;The Prostitution of Property&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;All the land belongs to God. God wants us to be our brother's keeper. Our superfluous goods must be used to relieve the needs of our brother. What we so for our brother for Christ's sake is what we carry with us when we die. This is what the poor are for, to give to the rich the occasion to do good for Christ's sake. To use property to acquire more property is not the proper use of property. It is a prostitution of property.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;The Prostitution of the Theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;What applies to the Press applies also to the Theatre. In the Middle Ages the Theatre was considered as an efficient way of preaching. They liked to produce Mystery Plays. They aimed to preach and not to pander. Pandering to the crowd has brought the degradation of the theatre. The Theatre started in the Church. The Theatre has ended in the gutter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Prostitution of Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In the Middle Ages the artists were not called artists, they were called artisans. When the artists were artisans they had the community spirit. They had the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;community spirit because they believed in the doctrine of the Common Good. Now that the artists do no longer believe in the doctrine of the Common Good they sell their work to art speculators. As Eric Gill says, "they have become the lap-dogs of the bourgeoisie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--Peter Maurin--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Bravenet.com Service Code --&gt;
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Modern society calls the beggar 'bum' and 'panhandler' and gives him the bum's rush. But the Greeks used to say that people in need are the ambassadors of the gods. As God's Ambassadors you should be given food, clothing and shelter by those who are able to give it. Mahometan teachers tell us that God commands hospitality, and hospitality is still practiced in Mahometan countries. But the duty of hospitality is neither taught nor practiced in Christian countries.   &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That is why you who are in need are not invited to spend the night in the homes of the rich.  There are guest rooms today in the homes of the rich but they are not for those who need them.  And they are not for those who need them because those who need them are no longer considered as the Ambassadors of God.  So people no longer consider hopitality to the poor as a personal duty.  And it does not disturb them a bit to send them to the city, where they are given the hospitality of the [shelters] at the expense of the taxpayer.  But the hospitality that the [shelter] gives to the down and out is no hospitality because what comes from the taxpayer's pocketbook does not come from his heart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Catholic unemployed should not be sent to [a shelter].  The Catholic unemployed should be given hospitality in Catholic Houses of Hospitality.  Catholic Houses of Hospitality are known in Europe under the name of hospices.  There have been hospices in Europe since the time of Constantine.  Hospices are free guest houses;  hotels are paying guest houses.  And paying guest houses or hotels are as plentiful as free guest houses or hospices are scarce.  So hospitality, like everything else, has been commercialized.  So hospitality, like everthing else, must now be idealized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We need Houses of Hospitality to give to the rich the opportunity to serve the poor.  We need Houses of Hospitality to bring the Bishops to the people and the people to the Bishops.  We need Houses of Hospitality to bring back to institutions the technique of institutions.  We need Houses of Hospitality to show what idealism looks like when it is practiced.  We need Houses of Hospitality to bring social justice through Catholic Action exercised in Catholic institutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We read in the &lt;em&gt;Catholic Encyclopedia &lt;/em&gt;that during the early ages of Christianity the hospice (or the House of Hospitality) was a shelter for the sick, the poor, the orphans, the old, the traveler, and the needy of every kind.  Originally the hopices (or Houses of Hospitality) were under the supervision of the Bishops, who designated priests to administer the spiritual and temporal affairs of these charitable institutions.  The foruteenth statute of the so-called Council of Carthage, held about 436, enjoins the Bishops to have hospices (or Houses of Hospitality) in connection with their churches.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today we need Houses of Hospitality as much as they needed them then, if not more so.  We have Parish Houses for the priests, Parish Houses for educational purposes, Parish Houses for recreational purposes, but no Parish Houses of Hospitality.  Bossuet says that the poor are the first children of the Church, so the poor should come first.  People with homes should have a room of hospitality, so as to give shelter to the needy members of the parish.  The remaining needy members of the parish should be given shelter in a Parish Home.  Furniture, clothing, and food should be sent to the needy members of the parish at the Parish House of Hsopitality.  We need Parish Homes as well as Parish Domes.  In the Cathedral of Liverpool there  is a Home as well as a Dome.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Catholic Houses of Hospitality should be more than free guest houses for the Catholic unemployed.  They could be vocational training schools, including the training for the priesthood, as Father Corbett proposes.  They could be Catholic reading rooms, as Father McSorley proposes.  They could be Catholic InstructionSchools, as Father Cornelius Hayes proposes.  They could be Round-Table Discussion Groups, as Peter Maurin proposes.  In a word, thdy could be Catholic Action Houses, where Catholic Thought is combined with Catholic Action.     --Peter Maurin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Bravenet.com Service Code --&gt;
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