Saturday, May 10, 2025

TRUE BEAUTY IS NOT ONLY IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER. IT LIES WITHIN THE HANDS . . .

 


Luky:

I REGRET to admit that I had a boyfriend when I was only 11. He was an altar boy and used to fetch me for Benediction, if that makes it any better. Later it turned out that he was keen on my sister and used my affections as a sort of stepping stone into her good graces. In the end I gave him his freedom and her my blessing. The whole thing tinged that summer with a rather melancholy joy.

But why do I remember this  boy? Because the only personal remark he ever made to me was: "You've got such cute fingers, just like little bunches of sausages."

He wasn't fooling. I have fingers like sausages and they're just about as much use to me as sausages. They never hampered my career, but they impair my housewifely skill, rendering me incapable of performing most of the arts considered necessary in a woman.

I myself have daughters, whose fingers resemble mine less than those of their two extremely capable grandmothers. They play the piano with them, crochet, paint pictures and bake sponge cakes that rise. I'm very pleased about it, I'd rather struggle with clever kids than vice versa, but when I see with how comparatively little effort they master arts all women are supposed to be born with ( a fallacy if ever there was one)  I shake my head and look sadly at my sausage fingers.

In some ways it is relaxing not to be able to do things like other women. When my sheets become thin in the centres I just pass them on to friends and buy new ones. They, on the other hand, get that peculiarly feminine glint in their eyes that says: "A half an hour's work on these and they'll do me for five more years." To the uninitiated, she snaps them lengthwise across the centres, then stitches the sides together, hems the new sides which once were the centre and hey presto! You could use the sheet as a hammock.

How do I know? Well, I told you there is something unusual with my fingers but my brain is OK.

Contrary to what you might expect, my husband laughs at my undomesticated ways. I think they fill him with that sense of superiority, so indispensable in a successful husband-wife relationship. Whenever a domestic catastrophe occurs, he bursts our laughing, and all afternoon I can hear him repeating softly to himself, "Oh, I could write a book about that girl."

My mom is a dressmaker by profession and you never saw a garment of any description with a button missing or a tear in it. Once when she was away, I discovered a hole in a table cloth. I don't know what possessed me, but I quickly darned it. Later my mother told me that this was the only time in her life anyone had ever done any sewing for her. Yet, when Sausage Fingers here was expecting a baby, the only one who was not knitting for him or her, was herself.

Catherine Nicolette;

Well now. Mom denigrates her fingers, comparing them to Vogue beauties who model nail beauty aids for a living. I have news for her. Their hands may be lovely, but she has the most beautiful hands in the world.

All I can ever remember is those hands cooking meals for us, cleaning the house, washing clothes and curtains, weeding the garden and holding us close to comfort us. Those hands typed countless letters, documents and newspaper articles, in order to put food on the table when times were tough. They typed church newsletters and theological education by extension courses, to help priests spread the Word of God. Those hands stamped books in the library to bring in a salary, when Dad nearly died and was bedridden for close to a year.

Most of all, those hands held babies and brought us to church, held books to teach us to read and worship. Her hands, later plagued with arthritis, prayed the rosary. In later years Mom learned to play the piano and organ, and played hymns of praise to God during Mass. 

I have always admired Mom's hands and some years ago told her so. She was genuinely surprised and held them up. "These?" I nodded. I told Mom I was planning to write about prayer and the holy rosary, and asked if she would pose for the illustration. She agreed. And here, gracing the page, are the most beautiful hands in all the world: Mom, praying the rosary.


How to pray the rosary - may be found on pages 68 to 68 of the book below, "Three Little Shepherds meet Our Lady of the Rosary" 

Read "Three Little Shepherds meet Our Lady of the Rosary"

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_JEo1vAsAPsWi1kcU1fT2c2bnc/view?pli=1&resourcekey=0-YzObQjw2dvIHG5zLaY9aHg

Pray at the holy grotto of Our Lady of Lourdes

https://directfromlourdes.com/lourdes_live_tv


With thanks to directfromlourdes.com

Thursday, May 8, 2025

LET'S TALK ABOUT THE DOMINICAN SISTERS WHO TAUGHT ME AT SCHOOL . . .

 

Freepik

So the Dominican Sisters who taught me at school still live on in my everyday life. My teachers had profound influence on my developing values, and I often think of and pray for each one. It's not easy being a teacher . . . 

I was six years old, in Sub B. We had a visiting Dominican Sister who was invited to give us a catechism lesson. This Sister gave an impassioned class on God and ourselves as individuals. 

"Why," she cried out, the words wrung from her heart, "Do we spell 'his' in relation to God with a small letter? Why do we always refer to ourselves as 'I' with a capital letter? Is it that we consider ourselves to be more important than God? That is the very thing that led to the Fall in Eden."

My throat constricted as I considered this. I was arduously learning the intricacies of the English alphabet, as well as nuances of upper-case letters and lower-case letters. I was stricken as I realized that what Sister said was true.

"Remember," Sister ended her talk, "that Jesus came to teach us that our pride should not place us at the centre of our lives. God, the greatest, became the most humble, to save us from our sins. 

Look at the Cross. The bar across the wood on which the Saviour hung as reparation for our sins is the cancellation of the "I".

Become humble. Always keep God at the centre, and make sure you use His Name and all pertaining to Him, with capital letters."

Many's the time I have been told I have too many capital letters in my writings about God. Apparently this does not make for easy reading.

I don't care.

I'm still in Sister's camp.


The Congregation of Dominican Sisters of St. Catherine of Siena of King William's Town

https://kwtdominicans.org/

With thanks to kwtdominicans.org

Image 'The Cross of Christ' courtesy of Freepik with CN Whittle

Wednesday, February 26, 2025

SO WHY IS THERE A FUSS ABOUT A DE-CONSECRATED ALTAR IN A BAR-RESTAURANT IN MARYLAND; ALLEGED NEWS?

 

Freepik - Through Christ to the Father

SO WHY IS THERE A FUSS ABOUT A DE-CONSECRATED ALTAR IN A BAR-RESTAURANT IN MARRIOTT VISITATION HOTEL IN MARYLAND; ALLEGED NEWS? The High Altar serves as backdrop and shelving for liquor bottles; Alleged News. [1] Liquor thus would appear to be served for financial gain in front of a sacred altar which was used to celebrate Holy Mass.

The chapel was de-consecrated in December 2024, Alleged News. [1] Yet in the minds and hearts of the faithful, the chapel remains the sacred remembrance-site of many holy Masses. Moreover, the altar continues as architectural spiritual symbol of the Body of Christ. 

The altar is the Alter Christus

Spiritually, the altar is considered the Alter Christus. As children, many of us were taught the long-standing theological maxim that Christ is the Eternal High Priest, the Sacrificial Victim [2] and the Altar of His own self-sacrificial offering. 

The Redeemer is the Priest, because He is the One Who offers. He is the Victim, because He simultaneously is the One offered. Christ's Body is also the very place of this sacrificial offering in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, and so follows another traditional saying, "the altar is Christ."

The altar is Christ

Jesus is symbolised as the altar, the place of sacrifice. Through Christ we are able to approach the Presence of God to offer our own sacrifices through Jesus to the Father. 

"Those who desired to offer sacrifices to God, had to do so necessarily through an altar. But Christ, the Victim of Salvation, approached to God through Himself. Hence, He was also the altar of His own sacrifice. For us too, in like manner, He is the altar of every one of our sacrifices, for we can bring no offering to God except through Christ."  Maurice de la Taille, S.J. [3] 

Altar is Christ rendered in architectonic form

Since the liturgy is Christ's action expressed in the symbol system of the rite, the altar is Christ rendered in architectonic form which rightly takes on the attributes of Christ Himself. [4]

Christian Altar is the symbol of Christ Himself (CCC)

The Catechism of the Catholic Church states that the "Christian altar is the symbol of Christ Himself, present in the midst of the assembly of His faithful." (CCC 1383) [5]

St Ambrose asked, "For what is the altar of Christ if not the image of the Body of Christ?" The saint asks elsewhere, "The altar represents the Body [of Christ] and the Body of Christ is on the altar." (CCC 1383) [5]

The sacred altar

The altar is not a remote and isolated image of Christ, but one standing in the midst of His people. For this reason the altar is given the most prominent location in a church, occupying a place which is the centre toward which the attention of the whole congregation of the faithful naturally turns. 

Christ's eternity and never-ending commitment

For similar reasons, the Church's legislation strongly encourages that altars be fixed to the floor to indicate Christ's eternity and never-ending commitment to His people.

Christ is the rock and cornerstone

Further, at least its mensa (top surface of the altar) is to be made of stone, echoing the scriptures which repeatedly call Christ a rock and cornerstone (1 Pt 2:4, 1 Cor 10:4, Eph 2:20). Stone is meant to indicate Christ's strength and permanence. 

Christ is the living Altar in the Heavenly Temple

An altar, then, gives a foretaste of the table of Heaven because Christ is "the living Altar in the Heavenly Temple," [6] Who "serves the Heavenly meal." [7] Many Christians revere the sacred symbol of the altar as a symbol for Christ's Body.

The altar now hosting liquor for a bar

Many feel distress regarding the altar being used as shelving for liquor in a bar-restaurant in Maryland; Alleged News. [1] and [8]

Further option

Would the restaurant-bar consider the option of making a small chapel around the altar? This would offer the option of a sacred space for spiritual prayer. The altar thus could continue in a setting suitable for such a spiritual gem.

Petition to ask for relocation of the bar

There is a petition to ask for relocation of the bar from the High Altar to another area of the hotel. 

WHY NOT SIGN THE PETITION?

https://americaneedsfatima.org/petitions/marriott-visitation-hotel-hosts-liquor-bar-in-former-chapel-petition-ee25602

                                           https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QslmNU8iwQ


[1] America Needs Fatima. Marriott 'Visitation Hotel'  hosts liquor bar in former Chapel; Alleged News

https://americaneedsfatima.org/petitions/marriott-visitation-hotel-hosts-liquor-bar-in-former-chapel-petition-ee25602

[2] John 1:29 and Hebrews 4:14-5:10; 9:23-10:18

[3] St Joseph Parishioner. Jesus Christ: Priest, Sacrifice (Victim), Temple and Altar. 2024

https://www.saintjoseph.ca/blog/jesus-christ-priest-sacrifice-victim-temple-and-altar/

[4] Denis R. McNamara. Altar as Alter Christus: Ontology and Sacramentality 

https://adoremus.org/2016/06/altar-alter-christus-ontology-sacramentality/

[5] Catechism - 1383

https://www.catholiccrossreference.online/catechism/#!/search/1383

[6] RCDA, "The Order of Dedication of An Altar," 1.

[7] RDCA, Decree

[8] Foxnews: A Maryland hotel has a bar at the altar of a former school chapel, and critics want it removed: Alleged News.

https://www.foxnews.com/media/maryland-hotel-has-bar-altar-former-school-chapel-critics-want-moved


With thanks to americaneedsfatima.org, saintjoseph.ca, adoremus.org, Catechism, RDCA, Foxnews and youtube

Image 'Through Christ to the Father' courtesy of Freepik AI generated content with CN Whittle

Tuesday, January 28, 2025

EVERY MINER'S LIFE TELLS A STORY

 

Catherine Nicolette:

MY MINER FATHER was once trapped underground for thirty-six hours. As his daughter, I know the agonies a family goes through awaiting the return of the loved one. As well as the uncertainty of knowing whether your beloved Dad will return as breadwinner or - as other miners did - in a body bag.

As I watched the billowing smoke from the mining shaft roll in darkened clouds into the skyline from underground fires, casting a pall of dark smoke as day shifted to night, I prayed with every fibre of my being for my Dad to be returned to us alive.

He was. Not all were.

Stilfontein

Against this background, my heart was so sad when I heard of the deaths of miners at Stilfontein. 

Pathos

The pathos of body bags being lifted to the surface from mine shafts as well as the plight of emaciated miners stumbling to the surface led me to realize that each miner is a child of God.

Unemployment

Every life tells a story. Every plight which arises from unemployment tells a tale. The saddest of all are the stories of bodies underground, burial areas under the surface.

Rest in the Arms of God

May all who have died in the depths of the earth rest in the Arms of God. Let us remember all who struggle to earn a living and sacrifice their lives and safety to ensure shelter and sustenance for their loved ones. 

And may all of us who have benefited from the use of gold, gems and minerals, pause in silence in remembrance of those who mined them.


Monday, December 2, 2024

BLESSED BE JESUS IN THE MOST HOLY SACRAMENT OF THE ALTAR

                                                 Priestly ordination - in persona Christi 

                                                                         Freepik


So: I am intrigued. A church in Lucerne has apparently introduced a hologram of Jesus as a practical decision reportedly meant to encourage moments of intimacy with the hologram. This means - if I understand correctly - that people can interact in a confessional with an artificial intelligence program meant to imitate Christ. [1]

Hologram of Jesus
Reportedly installed in one of the parish confessionals, people can interact with the hologram representation of Jesus which, according to one user account, addresses users with "Peace be with you, brother" regardless of the gender of the person, and encourages them to discuss "whatever is troubling your heart today," alleged news. [1]

Sacrament of confession
I am all for evangelizing the wonderful truth that Jesus is the Son of God. Yet is it possible that the sacrament of confession - a sacred moment of truth, repentance and revelation between the penitent and God Himself, with priest as anointed intermediary - may be adversely affected by hologram project with no seal of the confessional protecting the visitor? 

Addressed as brother - the feminine view
It is possible that women who are proud of their God-given womanhood may find it slightly startling to be addressed as brother. As a little girl, I sat through church services where all prayed for mankind. I asked my mom why only men were prayed for, she answered that mankind meant both men and women. As a little four-year-old with a mind of my own, I wasn't buying it. 

As catechetics teacher in later years, I found some young girls confused as to why men were prayed for, and girls excluded. They also argued that the word mankind did not automatically include women. Sympathetic to their confusion - which exactly mirrored my own as a younger congregant - I used the word humankind. Thereafter, everyone was happy. 

Robots
It was so interesting to hear of a current theory that the priesthood should possibly be reimagined to consider robots instead of, or alongside, priests. Different spiritual traditions are making use of robots within spiritual contexts. Apparently a robot in one instance recites blessings in a number of languages.

AI chatbot "cleric"
Well now. Where to from here? It is certainly praiseworthy to consider new ways of evangelization in the modern context. However, attempts to introduce artificial intelligence options within spiritual streams have encountered heavy waters. An AI chatbot "Father" launched online apparently failed within two days. alleged news. [2]


Christ waits patiently in tabernacles
We have the true Presence of Our Lord Jesus Christ waiting patiently in church tabernacles throughout the world. He constantly awaits our footsteps. The tabernacle is a reserved place in the church where the Eucharist is kept. 

In the tabernacle, Christ is in the Eucharist which remains after the celebration of the Mass. The Saviour - fully present in transubstantiated bread within the tabernacle - speaks to all who come before Him, within their souls. 

Encourage confession and visit Jesus 
Let us encourage those in need to attend the Sacrament of Confession, to experience the overwhelming sense of relief that the lifting of a burden brings through the absolution of a priest.

To me, it seems a little sad that those desperately in need of true comfort from the Way, the Truth and Life would need to walk past the True Presence of Christ in the Blessed Tabernacle, to a virtual representation of the Truth in a confessional.

Why don't we encourage those in need of love, counsel, support, guidance, healing of grief and imparting of grace and blessing, to visit Jesus at the Blessed Tabernacle? He always listens, hears and gives answers at the right time.


[1] Swiss church puts 'AI Jesus' in confessional, Alleged News


[2] Sergeant, Leah Libresco. 30 April 2024. The defrocking of Father AI, Alleged News



With thanks to pillarcatholic.com, firtstthings.com and catholic-catechism.com
Image with thanks to Freepik AI generated content by CN Whittle


Wednesday, March 27, 2024

A RUBBER CHEQUE CAN SPOIL YOUR MORALE

 

Luky:

AS chief keeper of the family purse during my husband's illness, I had the most humiliating experience - one of my cheques bounced.

If only they had not stamped the cheque "signature reinstated" I would have smelt a rat. As it was I made a fool of myself, asking friends and the bookkeeper at work what it meant.

"It means, my dear," they told me tactfully but firmly, "that there is not enough money in your account to cover the amount on the cheque."

I felt so humiliated. And it was the last straw that broke this camel's back. I had managed to control my emotions throughout my husband's severe illness. Yet the night after my cheque came back, I had a good howl.

How it happened

Next morning I went to the bank and soon discovered that in my agitation I had paid into my husband's account a cheque made out to me, and that instead of putting his initials on the deposit slip, I had entered my own. So my own cheque had lain there among their queries while I was sending out worthless pieces of paper.

"If you tell those people to phone me", the lady at the bank said, "I'll explain to them what happened."

"Skip it" I replied, "I cabled the money to them earlier this morning. But since I do have a savings account, I can't understand why you allowed the cheque to bounce."

Four out of five

"Because it was one of five you sent out on the same day", she explained patiently. "We honoured the other four, even though your current account appeared to be overdrawn."

Well, that's something else I've learned. However, I've refused to make out another cheque ever since. My husband was unbearably paternalistic about the whole thing.

"You see Ma, I always tell you I've got more common sense than you have", he repeated. "Leave all these little financial matters in Daddy's hands, that's the best thing to do."

Good record

Though fulminating inwardly, I had to admit none of his cheques ever bounced.

And yet there's a lesson to be learnt from the cheque episode. All my life I felt superior to people who have rats in the roof, nits in their hair, fish moths in the curtains, whose cheques bounce and who are summoned for debt by lawyers. 

And what happened to me? All right, I never was summoned for debt, but I bounced the cheque.

All are vulnerable

God has shown me, sometimes in a manner which I found hurtful and humiliating to my vanity, that these things can happen to anyone and that you don't have to be shiftless and irresponsible to be the author of a dishonoured cheque.

In fact, I have developed a rather soft spot for the latter kind of person.

"Look at this pile of bouncing cheques", someone said to me one day, holding out a sheaf of them. "Honestly, some people!"

"If you are referring to the people whose cheques bounce, you will kindly do so with respect in my hearing," I replied loftily, "since I became a member of their brotherhood."

Catherine Nicolette:

Oboy. The fraternity or sorority of the financially embarrassed. I would love to disclaim knowledge of the shame of the shuffling queue at the bank to confess financial impecunity, but no. Honesty prevails. I was at the head of the queue at times.

You see, it's like this. As pastor and supporter of charity, outgoings sometimes overtake your incomings. In the words of the immortal Micawber, "Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen, nineteen and six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds ought and six, result misery."

Sometimes weekly income is dodgy or nil due to ill health or unemployment, and weekly expenditure borrowed or over-drafted. Result embarrassment and awkward questions at the bank.

In younger days I was delighted to discover what an overdraft was. I was not so delighted when I ran into deep financial shoals. I remember coming in to the bank yet again to ask for financial guidance. When I spoke to the lady at the bank, I began, "I am having financial problems ..." and she said, "what's new?"

I felt mortified. When I returned home, I sat down and drew up a list of financial resolutions. They ran something like this: 

"1. If I do not have the finances, I will not buy the item

2. If there is a sale, I will avert my eyes and keep on walking

3. If I need expensive equipment, I will save up for it

4. I will recycle

5. I will re-use

6. I will visit charity shops and buy pre-loved items

7. I will give items I no longer need to charity shops so they can sell them to others who are in need of them

8. I will buy house cleaning materials and toiletries in cheap bulk, and decant them into recycled cleaned containers

9. I will buy mainly fruit and vegetables for my diet - a cheap and sustaining menu."

The list was successful, to the point that sometimes I am told I seem stingy. A refreshing appellation in place of those which landed me in the queue of need at the bank.

I am still not rich. But respect for the Micawber Principle has inspired me towards more stability on the rickety highway of finance.


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COFFEE BREAK ISSUE ONE - THE BLOG OF MOTHER AND DAUGHTER LUKY AND CATHERINE NICOLETTE






Welcome to Coffee Break, the blog of mother and daughter Luky Whittle and Catherine Nicolette Whittle.

Together we will tell you about life in the family lane over the past 50 years, together with snippets of interest such as photographs, articles, books, and family happenings which have been a rich source of amusement to us both over our years together.

So sit down, take up a cup of steaming coffee, open your laptop and enjoy!  

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Please enjoy this Coffee Break Issue One


COFFEE BREAK ISSUE ONE 

ARTICLES

How Coffee Break began

Finding the baby

Happy New Year

Love and loss

I remember Papa

Fascinating Maud Gonne

Zoute drop with Irish stew

Mary, Joseph and the humble stable

Miss Marks' last day at the office

An open hand is never empty

My teenage dreams

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