I’m really not sure where you get the idea that anything is circus-like or worldly. Unless you consider people being happy and celebrating being circus-like. I’m sure you’re fun at parties. In all seriousness though, why are you begrudging people who are excited to be able to meet the leader of their Church? Giggling, goofing around, and being jubilant are undignified actions now?
No Catholic forgets that we are here because of Jesus’s Passion, Death, and Resurrection. Every altar in a Catholic church puts literal spatial emphasis on the Crucifix, with Jesus on it, as a reminder of that very Sacrifice. I’ve yet to see a Protestant who wears a crucifix, and I’ve actually had them criticize me as a Catholic because we have full crucifixes in our churches. The statement I bolded makes me seriously concerned for your emotional well-being. It’s one thing to be solemn and reverent, but we were never called to be that way all the time. For all the bad we see in the world, God has given us many things to be thankful and joyful for as well. The world isn’t a pessimistic tide of negativity unless you choose to see it that way.
Sometimes I wonder if some Christians do exactly that. Not forget that is but subjugate the memory to present events. As for crucifixes and all manner of other gaudy representations of the ineffable expression of God’s love for us I haven’t the authority to judge. Personally I see such things as exactly what you say, an attempt at remembrance. I do wonder though why it would seem that one would be so concerned about being so spiritually empty inside as to have the need for such external gimmicks so as not to forget what it means to be a Christian? We then create the danger of making the representation itself a thing to be remembered. Taking on a “magical” life of its own. I know people who have felt “naked” without their crucifix and positively could not leave the house without first finding their rosary. As if God or Mary would abandon them in time of need without them. Man though, i am fully aware, needs something tangible to hold onto. We after all are born into the physical. It is therefore -in spite of what our God tells us, like we would listen anyway- only natural to seek comfort in the tangible. If only to represent the intangible. Mankind does love his magical little doodads. I however will be the last to criticize such things. I’ve neither the authority nor the positive affirmation of my opinions.
As for the statement you made bold, I understand how you might see “somber joy” as a contradiction and my general attitude pessimistic and perhaps even defeatist. I assure you it is not.
Joy has its place in my life. However, at a cost. Any joy I may feel at any one time comes only by the possibility of suppressing the constant oppressiveness of the miseries in the world. I can only eat a sumptuous meal in a warm, safe environment with my friends and family on a cold night for instance, by suppressing thoughts of every cold, hungry, homeless person I’m unable to help. I can only enjoy watching a game, cheering for my team every time they score, if I don’t think about the poor soul suffering from cancer in unbearable pain in the nearest hospital, who’s mothers only wish is for her child’s suffering to end and to be able to play again. For every joy we feel there are those in misery.
The world IS a constant tide of misery and only through our hope in Christ and suppression of the reality of our impotence of relieving the suffering in the world can we find any solace.
I chose the phrase “somber joy” because of the vulgar Latin, sumbumbrare, umbrare…to cast a shadow. For any joys we feel we must be vigilant to remember that behind those joys is a constant shadow of the miseries of mankind. And, as no joy is greater than the hope we have in Christ, no shadow is darker than the cost of that joy.
We are in a battle for our eternal souls and the souls of our loved ones. We are fighting the “good fight”. Should we celebrate before the war is won? Are we to “party” one moment because a pope has visited and the next be so serious when he speaks of the atrocities of abortion? As if the two were taking place on separate worlds?
It is true, the world loves a good party and if we are to be joyful in the world perhaps we have our reward already.
Somber joy indeed. At what cost comes our eternal joy in heaven? It comes at the cost of possibly FOREVER losing our son, or daughter, brother, sister, beloved friend, mother, or father. Perhaps our wife or husband. Never seeing them again should we be saved and they not. Or are we so arrogant as to believe that no one we love can go to hell? And while we may under go the ultimate in labotomized suppression of their memory so there will be no tears in heaven, we live for now in this world, with somber joy.
I’ll end with this “somber” quote…
“Do not suppose I came to bring peace to the world; I did not come to bring peace, but a sword;…”