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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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“As the subject of the language of worship was discussed in the Council hall over the course of several days, I followed the process with great attention, as well as later the various wordings of the Liturgy Constitution until the final vote. I still remember very well how after several radical proposals a Sicilian bishop rose and implored the fathers to allow caution and reason to reign on this point, because otherwise there would be the danger that the entire Mass might be held in the language of the people-whereupon the entire hall burst into uproarious laughter.”
— Alfons Cardinal Stickler, peritus of Vatican II

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published 22 April 2013 by Dr. Ronda Chervin


A Question of Being

Martina at 14 might in this way confront Steve-Daddy-God

(Martina is my youngest grandchild. Her father is an agnostic at best. I wrote this poem imagining this now 1 year old one day being a teen and asking her father these questions):

Why, Daddy,

when your perfectly equilibriated scales

never failed to weigh misery

greater than pleasure,

did you still choose to create me?

Why, Daddy,

when your perfect predicting eye

saw me one day flexing my freedom

to kick you in the teeth,

did you still create me?

Religious ones,

of course, would say

the beauty of my person

is worth any price of pain,

not to mention weighing in

your sacrifices

toward more joy for me

than youth gave thee.

Do you agree?

If you say yes, my sire,

will you say yes to your

heavenly Sire ….who

suffered for eternal joy for thee?

No one liked this poem in the family. Ah, well. I liked it. It’s okay.

I am reading Toni Morrison’s book Love – entangled loves. A climax line is this: “Dreams are only nightmares with lipstick.” Cynical but interesting in terms of fantasies of perfection that we co-dependents tend to indulge.

Father Ken was commenting on the idea of perfection in the words of Jesus, as in how could He grow in perfection as the Scripture seems to say. He thought perfection meant having completed the work He was sent to do. I piped in “so when we are told to be perfect He means that He wants us to become what He wanted us to be, to finish our work on earth? Yes, Fr. Ken said. I can’t be without flaws, so I prefer this meaning.

At the swimming pool during visitors’ swim there was an older woman talking to her friend: “Can you believe my husband is such a micro-manager he takes out the dishes I put in the dishwasher to wait to be full and re-organizes them.” I thought this would be a good one for “retired couples” woes! (When telling this anecdote I find many say, “Well, of course, I do that also!”)

On the missionary issue – Jesus said “go out and baptize all nations.” He didn’t just die for his tribe but for the whole world. If you read the missionary documents of the Church since Vatican II they are written to include respect for the truths in other religions but still conviction that everyone needs Christ. I like to say about this “How could you know Jesus and not want everyone to know Him?”