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Ronda Chervin received a Ph.D. in Philosophy from Fordham University and an MA in Religious Studies from Notre Dame Apostolic Institute. A widow, mother, and grandmother, she currently teaches philosophy at Holy Apostles College and Seminary in Cromwell, Connecticut. Write to her at chervinronda@gmail.com.
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"Upon the road, René was always occupied with God. His words and the discourses he held were all expressive of submission to the commands of Divine Providence, and showed a willing acceptance of the death which God was sending him. He gave himself to God as a sacrifice, to be reduced to ashes by the fires of the Iroquois, which that good Father's hand would kindle. He sought the means to bless Him in all things and everywhere. Covered with wounds as he himself was, Goupil dressed the wounds of other persons, of the enemies who had received some blows in the fight as well as those of the prisoners. He opened the vein for a sick Iroquois. And he did it all with as much charity as if he had done it to persons who were his best friends."
— St. Isaac Jogues (writing in 1643)

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St. Hildegard of Bingen on Music
published 27 December 2012 by Dr. Ronda Chervin

St. Hildegard of Bingen is a wonderful medieval woman saint. Now that Pope Benedict has made her a doctor of the Church we ought to read her more. Here are some lines from her writings I especially liked:

“There is the Music of Heaven in all things and we have forgotten how to hear it until we sing.

“Underneath all the texts, all the sacred psalms and canticles, these watery varieties of sounds and silences, terrifying, mysterious, whirling and sometimes gestating and gentle must somehow be felt in the pulse, ebb, and flow of the music that sings in me. My new song must float like a feather on the breath of God.

“When the words come, they are merely empty shells without the music. They live as they are sung, for the words are the body and the music the spirit.”

On a personal note, I had a charming experience. One of my grandsons is studying piano and composing. I was listening to him practice in the distance. He has a book to work with that contains renditions of all types of music, including what we used to call “lounge lizard music,” i.e. what popular pianists played at night clubs underneath the din of the voices of the drinkers and diners. I noticed that one piece was really beautiful. I asked what it was. It turned out to be a Beethoven Minuet. I was delighted that my untrained musical taste was good enough to prefer that music without knowing who the composer was.