Sunday, August 26, 2007

Pagan Labyrinths and Traditional Sanctuaries

How long has it been? Eight months now? What's happened in that time? The freeing of the traditional rite? What hasn't happened? There hasn't been any sign that the Archbishop has given the St. Rose Philippine Duchesne Community permission to find a real home. We still don't have a traditional sanctuary where we need not stumble around Novus Ordo furniture (excuse me, "ordinary form" furniture). We still don't have a regular place for our classes and social functions, either.

But those of us who see the Leaven from time to time can take comfort that progress is being made elsewhere in the diocese. Sacred Heart Parish in Shawnee may not have a traditional sanctuary either, but they can now proudly say they have a LABYRINTH.
“The labyrinth is very representative of who we are as a parish,” explained
Ann Daugherty, parishioner and music director at Sacred Heart. “We have young
and old parishioners, some whom have been here for years and some who are
new.”

Yeah, not exactly a grotto for the Blessed Mother, eh? Nevermind all those rosaries, let's engage in a little New Age spirituality and see if we can't find the Minotaur, while we're at it, eh? The article lamely claims that labyrinths are some sorth of primitive, or at least medieval, spiritual exercise.

Yeah, right.

Medieval? So there are labyrinth design in gothic cathedrals, sure. But the new labyrinth movement was "rediscovered" a heretical Episcopalian priestess from California as a means of shaking off the angry white male God and replacing Him with....a deified and feminized vision of onesself. Hardly medieval, unless of course you believe Dan Brown or the freemasons.

A great article exposing the labyrinth sham (written by a heretical Methodist who nonetheless recognizes paganism when he sees it) is available here.

8 comments:

Mark Scott Abeln said...

Glad you're back.

The original labyrinth was a maze where they kept the monstrous Minotaur, who devoured sacrificial victims. Maybe the new labyriths are sort of like that, but where it is souls that are devoured, by another kind of beast.

Patrick Kinsale said...

Wandering around in circles is maybe a good way to keep these folks out of trouble.

Lynne said...

You attend Mass at the St. Rose Philippine Duchesne Community?! I don't have the link handy but I've listening to their sermons (Fathers Wolfe and ?). They are wonderful! Seriously, I have been tempted to fly there some weekend just to hear Father Wolfe. How old is he? He sounds so young (but so wise).

Christopher said...

The Last Line of the Article Stuck Me..
"“It’s a place to come when I want solitude, and to spend that time alone in touch with God,” she said."

I guess the Hours she spent infront of the Blessed Sacrament just isnt cutting it....

Curmudgeon- I would love to get in contact with you via Email How can I do this?

Thanks

Christopher

Curmudgeon said...

Come to think of it, Paddy, you may have a point.

Curmudgeon said...

Christopher, you can email me at the address on my profile, which is curmudgeonkc@yahoo.com. Lynne can do the same, as I generally don't comment on the blog about clerics, unless they thrust themselves into the limelight first.

Anonymous said...

I believe Sacred Heart already has a grotto to the Blessed Mother and pray the rosary there frequently. They also have 24 hours of adoration in front of the Blessed Sacrament. But you're right. Every catholic should all worship in the same way. Prayer should be mandated. Afte rall God meant everyone to be the same. Where is the Spanish Inquisition when we need it?

Alison said...

For some reason, this brings to my mind the great poem by Francis Thompson--"The Hound of Heaven." His take on the labryrinth was a little different.

"I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
Up vistaed hopes I sped; And shot, precipitated,
Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears,
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
But with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbèd pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat--and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet-- "All things betray thee, who betrayest Me."