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colmcille1
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Hi Pregustator,I’m not familiar with St. Peter Damian but what I can say is that this (i.e. philosophising) is what great Saints and mystics “do”. They are blessed by God with great intelligence and put it to use to ascertain insights into the human condition.
With all due respect, Colmcille: no, no, no. God created all of us out of the same stuff: dirt. And that’s what we all are: dirt. That includes every man or woman who bears an “St.” in front of his or her name. They were not all blessed by God with great intelligence; some weren’t very bright at all (St. John Vianney, for example). On the contrary, there have been many people blessed by God with great intelligence who were not saints, many of whom were and are downright wicked.
A saint, being just dirt like the rest of us, is capable of believing and speaking utter nonsense…just like Peter Damian did if he actually believed and said that chess was sinful. Of course chess isn’t sinful; it’s absolute nonsense to suggest otherwise. Anyone with a shred of common sense can see that. The fact that one is holy doesn’t make one genius; it certainly doesn’t make one infallible.
Someone pointed out the fact that Pope John Paul II was an avid skier. Pope Pius XI, I know, was an avid mountain climber. And I’m sure you could probably name about 1000 saints who enjoyed a game of chess from time to time. The fact is that there is nothing wrong with sports or with playing sports, intrinsically speaking. For any saint you can point out who thinks sports are sinful, I’m sure I can throw 20 back at you who were sports fans.
Yes, point taken. I should have qualified my remarks re great Saints and mystics.
On a broader canvas, do you think that team sports carry a disproportionate amount of importance in some peoples lives?
Here’s just a very specific example of what I mean: here in Ireland, we have an amateur sports organisation called the GAA (Gaelic Athletic Association). It is well supported throughout the land. On any given Sunday during summer, it is quite common to see youngsters wearing their county’s football/hurling shirts to morning Mass. Invariably it will be the early Mass that they attend as this leaves them sufficient time to either a) travel to the big game itself or b) get to a relatives home to watch the game on TV. The GAA rightly prides itself on it’s family-friendly image.
But, to my mind, there are two things wrong here. The minor point is that parents should not allow their kids wear the shirts to Mass. It’s disrespectful.(I wager that Church authorities would reply that it’s good to see them there in the first place regardless but, in my view, such a reply is symptomatic of the wishy-washy nature of our hierarchy here.)
The far more important and far-reaching point is that I can guarantee you that come 5 o’clock that evening (the time the game finishes), those selfsame kids won’t be talking about the readings in Mass. Not a chance. They’ll be full of talk of victory/defeat, goals, fouls, red cards etc etc. I have deliberately zoned in on this because it juxtaposes what ought to be central (Faith) with what is (sport).
So, I am focussing here on a specific area of sport in which huge emotions (especially among the susceptible young) are trained (!) towards an activity that takes up so much of their time and energy and can, for some, become an obsession.
And, not wishing to flog old St. Damian to death but is sport not worthy of examination? What is it that makes it beyond the pale of accepted philosophical scrutiny? If you see how fervently athletes train week-in and week-out for that prize, you would never turn to them and say: “Ah, sure, don’t worry about it, it’s only sport!” They’d soon tell you where to go!
God Bless,
Colmcille1.