Mother Teresa couldn’t find Jesus, which proves that he was there
Susan Jacoby takes a look at those doubt of Mother Teresa’s (thanks to Frederick Crews for pointing the article out to me).
The media frenzy over Teresa’s apparently unending crisis of faith offers a spectacular and comical example of the irrationality, credulity, and unwillingness to face facts that inform all conventional wisdom concerning religion and holiness…I have no doubt that excerpts from the letters will appear in future case studies of well-known individuals who combine masochism with narcissism…I would think that someone who observes extreme human suffering on a daily basis would have more doubts than most about the existence of a benevolent deity. But what is striking about Teresa’s doubt is that it is all about her: it has nothing to do with the dissonance between belief in a loving God and the suffering she sees.
Ah – that would explain the policy on painkillers then.
In a reverential and sanctimonious cover story in last week’s issue of Time magazine, psychonanalysts and priests are quoted. Guess what? Both the shrinks and the reverends think that Teresa is even holier because of her overwhelming doubts.
Ah again – so…doubts make you holy, and ‘faith’ makes you holy, so…what would make you not all that holy? (No, wait, don’t tell me, I know – militant atheism! That’s it!)
The agreement of priests and psychoanalysts is not, after all, very surprising. Both Freudian psychoanalysis and Roman Catholicism are faiths whose central tenets have nothing to do with evidence.
Nothing to do with evidence! What can she mean? There was all that evidence that Freud collected – when he told people what they were fantasizing about and then wrote it all down in a book. Completely different from Roman Catholicism.
What does a rational person, as opposed to someone who has a deep need to believe in the unprovable or the obviously false, do when doubt raises its insistent head? When a rational human being is confronted by evidence that contradicts his or her beliefs, then the belief must be modified…An irrational person–let us say, for the sake of argument, someone dedicated to becoming a saint who suffers for eternity–refuses to acknowledge that there may be good reasons for her doubts.
That’s the advantage of being an irrational person, see – you don’t have to modify your beliefs when you’re confronted by evidence that contradicts them. You think that’s not convenient? Think again.
Her “Home for the Dying” in Calcutta provided no modern medical care–not even modern painkillers–for the terminally ill. Indeed, Teresa’s true mission seems to have been the glorification of suffering…Teresa never showed any concern, in India or elsewhere, about the root causes of poverty – including lack of education, corrupt dictatorships, inequitable distribution of wealth, bigotry against social, ethnic, or religious underclasses, and contempt for women.
Wellll…so she was a little myopic; nobody’s perfect.
“I want to drink ONLY,” she emphasized, “from His chalice of pain.”…” So a person with this painful mentality was, – by the Indian authorities allowed to run an establishment for the sick and the dying.
Betsy please preserve me from all harm.
The bleeding blind was left leading the blind in my summation.
The article by Susan Jacoby is excellent.
Sounds like if she’d taken a couple of slightly different career options earlier in life, she might have ended up with her own “bdsm” website…
(That strange little idea was my special gift to all those with vivid visual imaginations…)
:-)
bdsm… Hmmmm…
Beneficence, dualism, saintliness and monotheism? That can’t be right.
Modern processions of hooded Flagellants from what I read are still a feature of various Mediterranean Catholic countries, [usually every year during Lent]. In modern times, it has been speculated that the more extreme practices of mortification of the flesh may have been used to obtain altered states of consciousness for the goal of experiencing religious experiences or visions; medical research has shown that great pain releases endorphin’s which can have such effect, and can even get some fetishists addicted to pain. The blood, I believe is afterwards collected from the beatings and then used for relic purposes. This kind of flagellation practice was throughout history very common with nuns/priests. Some of the great saints as well tortured themselves so badly in order to get nearer to their god. They would go into spiritual ecstasy with all the spiritual intercourse they were having with God. At these heightened spiritual times they would experience what is colloquially known within Catholicism as ‘the dark night’s of the soul‘. To think that vulnerable children for generations were left in the care of these frustrated anguished suffering non -spiritual tormented beings who cared nothing about their emotional, mental, spiritual aesthetic creative, psychological welfare but only that of their own spirituality status with their Savour Jesus Christ. One too, can easily, against the backdrop of all this UNGODLY, bloodthirsty violence, get a glimpse of the mindset of the Nuns and Priests who ran Ireland’s Industrial Schools. The cruelty dished out by the religious on a daily basis to children in Goldenbridge was in all probability on a par to the punishment that they dished out to themselves behind closed convent cells Like Cuchullain’s hound/Dracula they were baying for blood. I read that very similar practices exist in non-Christian traditions, including actual flagellation amongst certain branches of Islam (especially Shiites commemorating the martyrdom of Husayn ibn Ali), as well as milder traditions such as whipping women (while spanking men) in a Taoist temple on the Chinese New Year.
Have a la Seventh Seal day. :-)!
Spot on Marie-Therese. To anyone who’s had a catholic unbringing inflicted on them (even a relatively mild one like mine) the whole sadomasochist thing is completely unsurprising. The nuns I’m sure are/were the worst as their masochism encompasses sadism. The “Christian Brothers” I mainly had to deal with were mild sadists but they were also sad and a bit of a joke – it was pretty clear that they didn’t get much pleasure out of their petty tyranies. Of course it also helped that this was Australia in the 70s. There’s nothing like a bit of well developed larrikinism for dealing the self-appointed representitives of absolute authority.
Re: The Christian Brothers. There is presently in Ireland a controversy regarding a cover-up of ‘Father Moore documents’ which should have been by Dublin’s Archbishop Diarmuid Martin handed into the Commission to Inquire into Institutional Child Abuse. Vincent Browne, barrister & editor of
Village Ireland presents details of the private 1962 report, conducted by prison chaplain Fr. Henry Moore.
Cut and paste into google the following two items.
Village – Ireland’s Current Affairs Website – Top Stories
Maeve McMahon Co. … Private report on Artane Industrial School 1962
As an aside
See also: 1) CICA 2) RIRB 3)Ferns Report. All three are significantly related to Irish clerical & institutional child abuse.
greetings
http://ollysonions.blogspot.com/2007/09/mother-teresa-letters-whole-god-thing.html
“I want to love Jesus as he has never been loved before.”
On reading article vis-à-vis Mother Teresa, I was instantaneously reminded – by aspects of it – of St Teresa of Avila.
The subsequent, which is by me taken from Wiki, concerns St Teresa of Avila. It flawlessly, articulates that which I cannot.
Re: Mysticism and St. Teresa of Avila
1) “Heart’s devotion”, is that of devout contemplation or concentration, etc…Etc… See Wiki
2) “devotion of peace”, in which at least the human will is lost in that of God by virtue of a charismatic, supernatural state given of God, etc…Etc…See Wiki
3) “Devotion of union” is not only a supernatural but also an essentially ecstatic state…etc, etc…
The fourth one for me sums it all up.
4)”devotion of ecstasy or rapture”, a passive state, in which the consciousness of being in the body disappears (II Cor. xii. 2-3). Sense activity ceases; memory and imagination are also absorbed in God or intoxicated. Body and spirit are in the throes of a sweet, happy pain, alternating between a fearful fiery glow, a complete impotence and unconsciousness, and a spell of strangulation, intermitted sometimes by such an ecstatic flight that the body is literally lifted into space. This after half an hour is followed by a reactionary relaxation of a few hours in a swoon-like weakness, attended by a negation of all the faculties in the union with God. From this, the subject awakens in tears; it is the climax of mystical experience, productive of the trance. (Indeed, St. Theresa herself was said to have been observed levitating during mass on more than one occasion.)
Other Teresa’s as well had their hearts, souls and bodies set on Jesus and sought greatly and glaringly, excruciatingly and agonizingly to ‘love him as he was never loved before‘.
Hmmm…Now what is about the name Teresa, I wonder that causes all this ‘ yearning , craving and desiring to love of Jesus’ consternation. Am I missing something, or whatever?
Re: + Larrikinism.+
I am indubitably to God not larking about when I say this. But yeah, we have indeed the “Black Country” to thank for giving us the term ‘larrikin‘. As a “gobby”- mouthed person like myself can righteously, because of it then vent the spleen on the “Black Garbs” As they surely do need a bit of tongue as well as lip to keep them from levitating.
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As the chorus of song goes: # And still I live in hopes to see the holy ground once more – Fine ‘madam’ ye are.#
No, oh wait, that should be fine ‘saint’ ye are. G’night to y’all
“Think of Bernard of Clarivaux”
Yes, G. Tingey, principally when reciting the subsequent prayer.
St. Bernard of Clarivaux’s Prayer.
“O Loving Jesus, Meek Lamb of God, I miserable sinner, salute and worship the most Sacred Wound of Thy Shoulder on which Thou didst bear Thy heavy Cross, which so tore Thy Flesh and laid bare Thy Bones as to inflict on Thee an anguish greater than any other wound of Thy Most Blessed Body. I adore Thee, O Jesus most sorrowful; I praise and glorify Thee and give Thee thanks for this most sacred and painful Wound, beseeching Thee by that exceeding pain and by the crushing burden of Thy heavy Cross, to be merciful to me, a sinner, to forgive me all my mortal and venial sins and to lead me on towards Heaven along the Way of Thy Cross.”
On one of the corridors in Goldenbridge Industrial School hung [three-dimensional] carvings of the Fifteen Stations of the Cross. Small children had to stand at each ‘station of the cross’ and venerate, kneel and pray to the crucifying Jesus. “O Lord by thy holy cross thou hast redeemed and saved the world.” It was always startling to see the bloodied face of Jesus -and the embedded crown of thorns on his head. It was evident to us by the painful expression on his face that the whole carrying of the cross procedure was causing him so much suffering. We dearly wished to help him in his hour of need – as did his blessed mother who was in the background holding on to his half naked well beaten body. We were constantly by the Sisters of Mercy reminded of how much affliction, & torment he had to endure because of our sins and of those lower mortals who brought us into the world. We were all the time fearful and guilt ridden. We were by the Sisters even accused of being worse than the soldiers who crucified, Christ or that we had by our mere existence helped to put the nails in his hands. We in essence also scourged Jesus Christ. As St Bernard said: “The world had no meaning for him save as a place of banishment and trial, in which men are but “strangers and pilgrims.” The same would have applied to the Sisters of Mercy. The world also had no meaning for us as we the banished children of Eve, Mary, Joan and Carmel [und so weiter] by the Irish judiciary were sent to trial and torture. In addition, the human race were also to us merely strangers. We were too busy all our lives behind locked doors concentrating on the crucifixion of Jesus Christ, making rosary beads, praying and bowing our heads in sweet humility. Oh suffering Jesus I cry out to thee, where art thou.
“Fifteen Stations” in last post should have read; > Fourteen Stations < I see that Cyril of Alexandria – regarded the embodiment of God in the person of Jesus Christ to be so mystically powerful that it spread out from the body of the God-man into the rest of the race, to reconstitute human nature into a graced and deified condition of the saints, one that promised immortality and transfiguration to believers. This doctor of the Church was by all acounts a sheer genius and was also in his time well respected. It would take a scholar to comprehend his thinking. He was as well, ‘well in’ with the church by virtue of his birthright.
Marie-Therese,
Have you seen this?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxo81Ok9Urk
Don: I presently have no sound system on computer. Nevertheless, when ticket runs out I will get one, which will include it. I would also like to hear OB’s radiobroadcast from Buffalo’s Centre of Inquiry, Summer Session 2007. I vividly remember during the seventies Dave Allen’s comedy shows on British TV. I comprehensively so enjoyed his ‘wry’ sense of humour and his Catholic yarns/send-up. Yep, t’was a shame that he never lived to see the birth of his son. In addition, the unfortunate circumstances that his brother found himself. He was undeniably before his time with respect of his views within the Catholic Church and that too of Protestantism. I also find in some respects – a propos the Irish religious sisters – Edna O’ Brien to have been way before her time. Ireland, in general, would have shunned artistic characters of their ilk. Prophets are never accepted in their own countries.
Systems of Control – The Global Legacy of Institutional Child Abuse
http://historical-
We are all
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cavan_Orphanage_Fire …
debates.oireachtas.ie/S/0027/S.0027.194303100008.html
Merci Beaucoup Olly Onions for the Mother Teresa link.