Pope Francis spoke today about how gossip by Christians is a “slap” to Jesus “in the person of his children.”
“All three – disinformation, defamation and slander – are sins! This is sin! It is to slap Jesus in the person of his children, his brothers,” the Pope said May 18 in the chapel of St. Martha’s House.
Sometimes, moral support comes from unexpected places. In my experience dealing with chantapufis, they, the chantapufis, resort to desperate measures to intimidate, subjugate, bend. The moral of the story: Empty words cannot become facts.
So, because I would rather play the guitar than read through requests for proposals, I am going back to my youth, and finding incredible gems of truly gifted musicians… To wit, the Argentine Eduardo Falu (whose family hailed from Fallujah, of Iraq fame):
Here is a beautiful and sentimental song “How do you say goodbye”, that has meant so much to me because my whole life has been a big “hello and goodbye”… If you know Spanish, the lyrics are especially poignant…
This song was popular when I moved to Tokyo, and my whole family would listen to it and cry.. In those days (not THAT long ago), phone calls were prohibitively expensive, and one communicated via letters (yes!!! We had to use pen and paper!).
This one takes me back to the beauty of Croatia, and the painful pangs I felt when we drove through that incredibly beautiful country, knowing that, while I was enjoying my stay in Rome, so many Croatians had endured so much grief.
And this one transports me to the exciting time of post-apartheid South Africa, where all seemed possible. What a vibrant country it was then, blessed with the rainbow beauty of an exhhuberance of birds, wild beasts, amazing flora, and unique people.
I always begin reading The Economist starting at the last page, the obituary page. I am always entranced by the way the authors choose and depict the deceased. So, this morning, I discovered Geza Vermes:
His fans adored his polyglot erudition, charm and brains. His seemingly radical argument about Christ’s Jewishness became mainstream, at least in Christian theological thinking. The “Shorter Oxford Dictionary” adopted his definition of Jesus as “a Jewish preacher (c5BC-cAD30) regarded by his followers as the Son of God”, replacing the earlier “Founder of Christianity”. Others found him thin-skinned, narrow, repetitive, and selective in his approach. He could brilliantly link texts that suited his arguments, but seemed to brush aside evidence that contradicted them: John’s gospel, for example, or the writings of the Apostle Paul. Some wondered if he was spurred by grudge or guilt.He found such criticism most unfair. He had not reduced Jesus to a “pale Galilean charismatic”. Indeed, he described him as the “unsurpassed master of…laying bare the inmost core of spiritual truth”. But a dead man, not a resurrected deity.
as a guitar gently weeps (continued)… The song of the piano is a discourse… the song of a guitar is a song… it produces poetic, melancholic sounds… There is an Italian song that talks about a man playing the woman like a pianist striking the piano keys. I am sure, whoever wrote the song, did not watch Segovia seduce his instrument.
I also was privileged to see this man perform… My Father once believed I could become a concert guitarist and got me a one-of-a-kind guitar -made in Argentina- that produces heavenly sounds. (Sadly… I loved the instrument, loved the music, but lacked the discipline. I can play most of the pieces Segovia plays in the video, but I sound mechanical and pathetic)…. If you care for music, do watch this show… You will enjoy it.
A long time ago, in Tokyo, I had a chance to meet this incredibly gifted man… Alas, it did not work out… But, I did go to his concert, I watched him indulge in magic… and I pretended to imitate him. I still do, though the fingers are a bit stiff… The melody always made me cry… I still do. I cried as a a young girl…and I cry as a mature woman… Why? What is it about music that truly stirs the strings of a heart?