But here is what Derrida said at one point when the interviewer spoke approvingly of deconstruction sowing disorder in the classroom:
I don’t start with disorder; I start with the tradition. If you’re not trained in the tradition, then deconstruction means nothing.
And when pressed on his reception in America, Derrida remarked,
I think that if what is called ‘deconstruction’ produces neglect of the classical authors, the canonical texts, and so on, we should fight it… . I’m in favor of the canon.
According to the Roman Catholic General Calendar. Years of their deaths indicated in parenthesis.
2 - Basil of Caesarea (379)
2 - Gregory of Nazianzen (389/390)
13 - Hilary of Poitiers (c. 368)
24 - Francis de Sales (1622)
28 - Thomas Aquinas (1274)
21 - Peter Damian (1072/1073)
18 - Cyril of Jerusalem (386)
4 - Isidore of Seville (636)
21 - Anselm of Canterbury (1109)
29 - Catherine of Siena (1380)
2 - Athanasius of Alexandria (373)
10 - John of Avila (1569)
25 - Bede the Venerable (735)
9 - Ephrem the Syrian (373)
13 - Anthony of Padua (1231)
27 - Cyril of Alexandria (444)
15 - Bonaventure (1274)
21 - Lawrence of Brindisi (1619)
30 - Peter Chrysologus (c. 450)
1 - Alphonsus Maria de Liguori (1787)
20 - Bernard of Clairvaux (1153)
28 - Augustine of Hippo (430)
3 - Gregory the Great (604)
13 - John Chrysostom (407)
17 - Hildegard von Bingen (1179)
17 - Robert Bellarmine (1621)
30 - Jerome (420)
1 - Therese of Lisieux (1897)
15 - Teresa of Avila (1582)
10 - Leo the Great (461)
15 - Albert the Great (1280)
4 - John Damascene (749)
7 - Ambrose of Milan (397)
14 - John of the Cross (1591)
21 - Peter Canisius (1597)
Dr. Aaron Kheriaty, M.D., The Catholic Guide to Depression, Introduction.
As I wrote in yesterday’s post, this is the basic Christian profession of faith: we are all fallen sinners who are loved by God and redeemed by his Son, Jesus Christ.
Jeff Miller of the excellent The Curt Jester blog posted about a group of Portland-area parents who object to a child-oriented evangelical ministry that —horror of horrors!— teaches children that people are sinners in need of God’s grace-filled love and redemption.
The Facebook group “Protect Portland Children”, however, doesn’t accept the basic Christian teaching that all people, including the child that they exploited to hold their “I am not a sinner” sign, are sinners in need of God’s mercy, and paint such a belief as a contemptible “hardcore evangelical fundamental” teaching.
These people are sadly mistaken, much to their own (and their children’s) ruin.
Despite what the self-appointed theologians at PPC would have you believe, Christianity is predicated on the reality that we are all sinners, who are nevertheless loved and personally redeemed by God. Jesus Christ came to redeem sinners. That’s what the Incarnation was really about, and we all need to hear it. Any minister, of whatever training, who downplays this reality is not telling the truth, but simply tickling his hearers’ ears with the message that they want to hear (cf. 2 Timothy 4:3).
To be sure, catechists and evangelists need to use age-appropriate messaging and language to communicate the truth of the Gospel. You don’t “lay on the heavy stuff” while they’re still in the cradle. That much is understood by any effective teacher. I don’t know the pedagogical methods employed by this particular evangelical group, so I can’t 100% defend them, obviously. In this case, however, it’s not necessarily the methods to which PPC objects — it’s the basic doctrine of Christianity. For that, PPC itself deserves skewering.
As Pope Francis has said on multiple occasions, Christianity requires a profession of faith, not just the desire to learn how to “be a good community member.” If that’s all you want for your children, join a fraternal organization instead.
I hear the Shriners are recruiting.
My earliest human memory is probably running around in the front yard of my childhood home with our dog, McKeever MacDuff, awaiting my grandparents’ arrival for a visit. Given that McKeever died when I was 3 or so, this would’ve been in the latter half of the 1970s.
Here is a photo from that visit by my grandparents (and yes, that is a sweet Fisher-Price toy airplane I’m clutching):