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Hey, I resemble that remark.…a worthless, dumb, inconsiderate, alcoholic, fat oaf of a husband…
Hey, I resemble that remark.…a worthless, dumb, inconsiderate, alcoholic, fat oaf of a husband…
While I like the Killers, they probably are not the best choice for using in a Christian enviroment. Some of the references are a bit off color. I can see what they are attempting but ummm, there is a difference between men and brutes. Whatever happened to chivalry and gentleman like behaviours I was lectured on in Boy Scouts and in Basic Training?Here is a recent NewsWeek article titled…
Real Men Talk About God
A new Christian movement lets guys be guys.
It doesn’t hurt to read what others are doing in response to effeminancy and religious.
What you are descibing is the total bedown of family values with the idea that a woman does not “need” a man. Now it spilling over into real life as we can see with the divorce rate or women who never marry and have children with either a one night stand or artificial means. Also it is spilling over into Religions, granted we do not have women Priests, like other Religions, but they are incresingly replacing men. Take note at Sunday Mass or just look at the bulletin under Altar Servers just to see their next weeks schedule, it starting at a young age, I don’t remember many boys being named Nicole, Rebecca or Cassandra.Manhood in general is under attack it affects every facet of our society. Just look at our sitcoms and commericals (bear with me here). What is the most common theme? Good looking smart wife, married to a worthless, dumb, inconsiderate, alcoholic, fat oaf of a husband. Every commerical has a man too dumb to change a tire and some powerful woman comes to his rescue. Or the wife “wears the pants” and the man is protrayed as nothing more than an additional child. I may seem a bit nuts, I probably am, but I’m not imagining this I see it everyday. The priesthood and feminization of the Church is just one facet of our Church being influenced by our society in its attack on masculinity.
How wrestling went away from Quigley
By Albert Schorsch III, QN '69
Once upon a time, wrestling was compulsory for every student at Quigley, both South and North. As the profs explained to us bleating bennies, this was to assist us young seminarians, given as we were to prayer and quietude at the age of 14, to learn to assert ourselves, and to avoid a lifestyle which was then politely called, “passivity.”
Coach Bill Schaefer, given as he was to understatement, quietly assured us that it was so that we didn’t become … “Feminarians!”
Very Reverend and Dear Msgr. John P. O’Donnell was careful to explain that at Quigley we did not engage in wrestling of the
“Greco*Roman” variety, and this somehow jibed with Fr. James “Pa” Voss’ admonitions against the personal preferences of Horace. Coach Tom Kleeman and later Bob Artman were to urge us not to emulate those loud fellows seen on Sunday mornings (when we should have been counting the collection in our parishes), the so-called Bruiser and his erstwhile friend, the
Crusher, not to mention Black Jack Lanza, Yukon Moose Cholak, and the sleazy manager Bobby Heenan.
The prospect of being mashed to a slimy gym mat was not particularly appealing to the young bennies of 1965, who crossed
themselves as their morning buses passed churches and cemeteries and ambulances. But by the end of the year, once the best of the bennies had been wiped across the floor by sophomores in front of the whole screaming school- as Fr. Bill Sheridan stood by calmly peeling oranges - the butterflies in our stomachs turned to ravenous pangs for the terrified blood of next
year’s bennies, when we ourselves would be likewise wise and foolish. As Ed Zotti would have said if only given the
opportunity, “Who the h*** would fardels bear, anyhow?”
(continued in next post)Coach Schaefer, whom in later years we came to know as the world’s nicest guy, led us into personal battle by example: “OK,
guys, let me show you a hold that is impossible to break. Chmura, come over here. Now, when I do this, there is no way
Chmura can get out of this. Go ahead, Chmura, try to - Ahhhhhhhh! OK, Chmura, you can let go now. OK, stop. OK, please stop.”!
How wrestling went away from Quigley
(continued)
Now the death of compulsory wrestling came about in this way.
Bracken (“Take this quarter for the bus and go to the hospital”) was then procurator of Niles, and Koziol (“If there is anything you will remember 10 years from now, it is the answer to the question, 'What is a Mole?”’) was tetrarch of chemistry. The census of seminarian-wrestlers had begun, and all were required by imperious edict to return to the gym of their birth.
Like any pious Bible flick of the 1960s, Quigley North was a quaint combination of Christianity and combat. Schorsch was 6
foot 3 and 3/8 inches, 184 pounds, and Tom Anstett was 6 foot 7 inches, and weighed slightly more. They were best of
friends, but they had been transformed in the cavernous Quigley locker rooms into gladiators: “Ave, Schaefer. Morituri te
salutamus!”
For the week preceding the fateful match, Coach had been waiting for justice. Schorsch had forsaken extramural basketball
after a failed freshman try-out for the likes of Beethoven and Rachmaninoff and had rebuffed the Coach’s annual entreaties
to join the team in favor of several more daily hours of study and scales.
Anstett was the heart of the team and was destined to become Quigley North’s All-State Athlete and all time scorer. It
seemed, if the Coach were to be understood, that this match was to be Art against Athlete, Chopin versus Chin-ups, Tocatta contra Take*down, Wagner against Wind sprints - you get the idea.
I saw it as the tragic conflict of renaissance youth compelled by cruel necessity into civil war, brother against brother. The night before, I prayed the daily Quigley rosary, then played both the Appassionata and the Pathetique - then lifted
weights. That morning we rode the Addison bus down together, then shook hands at the door of the school. We were not to
speak again that day until we met once more in deadly contest.
We next shook hands as we stood, in our white Quigley gym outfits and Converse All-Stars, upon the wrestling mats. Coach’s
eyes gleamed. He winked at Tom; he leered at me. He held up his hand. He shouted, “Ready… wrestle!”
It was over in a moment. Tom began to take me down, then screamed, then lay motionless next to me as we both hit the mat
hard.
“Oh, my ***,” said the Coach.
“Oh, ***, no,” said I.
“Ouch!” said Tom.
I knelt next to him, praying and asking his forgiveness, as Fr. Koziol, despite, if memory serves, having sent Wayne Gogolewski to the hospital on the bus with a broken arm not long before - for what we thought the first time in Quigley’s history called an ambulance. I thought I had paralyzed a dear friend. I looked at my hands, and mused, like many a tragic rookie
superhero in DC’s Secret Origins comics, “Never again will I use these powers … for evil!”
It was quite a nervous day. Then the good news came back: Tom had just pinched a nerve in his neck, and would be sore for a
few weeks, but fine. The rest of the wrestling season was anticlimax despite the excitement of actually having a chance to
beat the senior class of 1968 in wrestling finals. Bill Chmura handily beat his senior, but the killer instinct had left
me, and I was downed by the broad and sturdy shoulders of Dale Dembski. Tom Anstett, always a class act, cheered me on but
told me I gave up too soon.
(from the Quigley Alumni Newsletter, spring 1999. Not copyrighted).Next year, it was announced that wrestling at Quigley, like many other things in the Church, was to be optional. A few
years later, when Archbishop Bernardin of Cincinnati gave his famous talk about “weak” seminarians now ounumbering “strong”
seminarians, I knew why. Seminarians no longer had to learn to wrestle!
AMEN to that!!!“But I can’t relate to him!” Is whining because the world doesn’t revolve around you now considered manly behavior? The first rule of acting like a man is that you act like a grown-up. If this thread started by complaining that there weren’t enough really virtuous men in the world, cleric or lay, then you’d have an ear…but a lilting voice, slight body type, and a nonathletic choice of hobbies? What petty complaints! I think anyone who decides that they won’t relate to a priest because he doesn’t think God granted the priest enough testosterone needs to get a grip and grow up.
Any man with enough starch to openly live a virtuous life in this day and age is man enough for me. Keep the main thing the main thing, and don’t sweat the little stuff. That starts with remembering what the difference between the main thing and the little stuff really is.
You made good points except for the heretic part. We are obliged to report someone misleading the faithful. The entire point of the Catholic Church is that there is unity in what is taught to the faithful. If a priest is teaching contrary to that then he is in schism and therefore outside the fold.While I agree that effeminate priests are a problem…men being afraid of effeminacy is also a problem. I may not like it, but if I believe Catholicism is the One True Faith I am going to patiently put up with the priest whether he be an alcoholic, queer, or heretic. I can pray for him and try to help or whatever.
Your post shows much of the so called media pollution that we must immediately accept everyone’s strange behavior. A feminine acting male is not normal. A masculine acting women is not normal. If you are indeed manly acting most will initially judge you by that and probably in a negative way. It is not a matter of right or wrong. It is just how we work. How else can we judge another person’s charactor then by how they act? This can be overcome by coming to know their true charactor but snap judgements are a matter of human nature and survival. Have you ever locked your car doors when someone who you percieve as being disreputable is walking by? Did you feel bad later? Did it really change your reaction the next time? It all boils down to the same thing.By “effeminate” I think that one has already made a judgment about a priest. Men who are supposedly “effeminate” act that way instinctively, it’s the way they are born. The same with women, like myself, who would be considered “manly” just because we are physically robust, aggressive, loud and competitive.
I think it is shameful that anyone should judge someone as unfitting to the priesthood or as “gay” because of their physical actions. Any priest or nun could “draw away” someone from something.
It is the biggest judgment to think that someone is “gay” or will care only about certain matters because they act a certain way. It just shows how much the media has polluted people’s thinking.
In any case, if by “effeminate” one is referring to the previous post by Georgess, then I would say I agree.
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Absolutely. I agree with that. Like you said, a Priest is to be respected but that if one does not feel comfortable around him, one is not obliged to be all chummy. On that regard, I agree.A priest, regardless of how they act, must be respected above other people and shown the dignity that they richly deserve. This does not mean that a parishioner has to feel comfortable in private with them, invite them in to their home for dinner or anything else
Thomas encourages us to study our outward movements so that if they are inordinate in any way, they may be corrected. Such things need to be addressed in formation because they have a definite effect on our ability to be and bring Christ to others. Does the seminary deal with a seminarian that sways when he walks, who has limp wrists, who acts like a drama queen or who lisps? It must. This not about a witch hunt but being honest enough to admit that such external behavior affects our ability to share Christ…
It is not a matter of blaming the person for who they are, you or anyone else. We are all unique in our own ways and that is one of the true beauties of the human experience upon this earth. Any behavioral abnormality is a hurdle that must be overcome though before the person underneath can be seen. That calls for compassion and self understanding from the person with the percieved abnormality as well.As I’ve said, I have very tomboy-like qualities but it is through those people who have befriended me, women and men that I’ve realized the beauty of my feminity even with my tendencies. That my tendencies, my deep voice for instance is something I cannot change! How can you blame me for that. I don’t want to pretend to be someone I’m not. I just wish people would see the amount of suffering people who are labelled “effeminate” or “masculine” go through. If one did, he or she would atleast have the compassion to release them from their burden by not judging them and loving them.
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