Author: Richard Chonak

The Tax Man is not earth-friendly
This deserves a prize for stupidity in government: the UK places a high tax on diesel fuel, but drivers who switch to cheaper recycled vegetable oil in place of it are being punished. Apparently reducing your use of fossil fuels makes you a tax-cheat!
How much would you bet that the tax was originally justified on the ground that it would encourage conservation?

A new gadget promises to interpret babies’ cries
Now that’ll be a handy invention. Hey, I’d be lucky if I could figure out my cat’s noises.

Planned Parenthood’s contribution to Respect Life Week: some good news
The PP-funded research organization, the Alan Guttmacher Institute, has announced that abortion rates are down in the U.S. The report contains some bad and some good news for pro-life advocates; here’s the good part:

The study also showed a steep drop — nearly 40 percent — in the abortion rate for women 15 to 17 years old. It fell from 24 per 1,000 young women in 1994 to just 15 in 2000.

An encouraging fact indeed. As you might expect, the speculation about its cause is a mixed bag:

Those figures do not necessarily mean more teens are carrying pregnancies to term. Other key indicators of teenage sexual activity — including teen pregnancy and births to teen mothers — also fell steadily in the late 1990s.
Analysts have credited a broad set of factors for those trends, including fears of HIV and AIDS and a booming economy that may have led young people to put off raising families in favor of high-paying jobs.

Two religious art exhibits
Washington, DC area readers can choose between two presentations of religious art this week: Christendom College in Front Royal, VA has its fourth annual Sacred Art Exhibit underway through next Sunday, October 13.
Also, the Pope John Paul II Cultural Center is presenting a sculpture exhibit, “Visions of One Another: Works by Christian and Jewish Sculptors” now and continuing through November 12.
Thanks to sculptor Scott Sullivan for the information. Scott is co-founder of the Catholic artists’ fellowship Artists for a Renewed Society.
(That last link is a shameless plug, as I’m ARS’ webmaster.)

The Quickening of St. John the Baptist
Why do you fly from the drowned shores of Galilee,
From the sands and the lavender water?
Why do you leave the ordinary world, Virgin of Nazareth,
The yellow fishing boats, the farms,
The wine smelling yards and low cellars
Or the oilpress, and the women by the well?
Why do you fly those markets,
Those suburban gardens,
The trumpets of the jealous lilies,
Leaving them all, lovely among the lemon trees?
You have trusted no town
With the news behind your eyes.
You have drowned Gabriel’s word in thoughts like seas
And turned toward the stone mountain
To the treeless places.
Virgin of God, why are your clothes like sails?
The day Our Lady, full of Christ,
Entered the dooryard of her relative
Did not her steps, light steps, lay on the paving leaves like gold?
Did not her eyes grey as doves
Alight like the peace of a new world upon that house, upon miraculous Elizabeth?
Her salutation
Sings in the stone valley like a Charterhouse bell:
And the unborn saint John
Wakes in his mother’s body,
Bounds with the echoes of discovery.
Sing in your cell, small anchorite!
How did you see her in the eyeless dark?
What secret syllable
Woke your young faith to the mad truth
That an unborn baby could be washed in the Spirit of God?
Oh burning joy!
What seas of life were planted by that voice!
With what new sense
Did your wise heart receive her Sacrament,
And know her cloister Christ?
You need no eloquence, wild bairn,
Exulting in your heritage,
Your ecstasy is your apostolate,
For whom to kick is contemplata tradere
Your joy is the vocation
Of Mother Church’s hidden children —
Those who by vow lie buried in the cloister or the hermitage
The speechless Trappist, or the grey, granite Carthusian,
The quiet Carmelite, the barefoot Clare
Planted in the night of contemplation,
Sealed in the dark and waiting to be born.
Night is our diocese and silence is our ministry
Poverty our charity and helplessness our tongue-tied sermon.
Beyond the scope of sight or sound we dwell upon the air
Seeking the world’s gain in an unthinkable experience.
Waiting upon the first far drums of Christ the Conqueror,
Planted like sentinels upon the world’s frontier.
–Thomas Merton, from The Tears of the Blind Lions