Monday, February 14, 2011

The True Meaning of Valentine's Day


St. Valentine the Martyr

St. Valentine is a martyr from before the year 312, commemorated on this 14th of February. He was probably martyred on that date, but nothing else is known of him. (A priest of Rome named Valentine, and bishop of Ternia also named Valentine), are both commemorated on 14th of February, and are now generally assumed that be the same person. In many parts of Europe, it was once said that birds began to pair off for the nesting season in mid-February. Since our forebears often spoke of a given day by naming a saint connected with it rather than by giving the month and the number of the day, we find them saying that birds choose their mates on St. Valentine's Day.

Historians have speculated that St. Valentine came to be given this title because his feast day fell around the time of Lupercalia, a pagan Roman festival of carnal love that later took on a more Christian character as well as the saint's name. For this to happen – if it is true – St. Valentine must have been highly regarded by the early Roman Christians. The saint is described as a brave, righteous and wise man and a kind and conscientious friend to those in need.

According to tradition, St. Valentine also cared deeply for the young: He taught lovers to read and write letters to one another, presented flowers to newlyweds and helped married couples in difficulties. As a priest in the 3rd century, and according to legend, St. Valentine ignored Emperor Claudius’ decree that no more marriages were to take place. Claudius had forbidden marriages because he believed that they cut down on his potential crop of soldiers. St. Valentine, viewing this as unjust, continued to marry people, encouraging Christian soldiers to marry their girlfriends despite the imperial prohibition, was caught in the act and sentenced to death. It is even said that a girl, one whom St. Valentine had healed of blindness, fell in love with him and visited him every night in prison. Before his execution on February 14th, he sent a note to the girl and signed it “From your Valentine.”

Permit me to reprint a portion of an article written last February 14, 2010 [Sunday] - Bulletin 15, Volume XLVII


Love and Forgiveness
Written by the Very Rev. Vladimir Berzonsky



"The Lord is slow to anger, abounding in steadfast love and forgiving sin and rebellion" (Numbers 14:18)



"All too rare that Forgiveness Sunday opening onto the Great Lent falls on the same day when our nation celebrates Valentine's Day -- and so serendipitous to merge those great spiritual virtues into one. Several legends surround St. Valentine, who is as elusive as our beloved St. Nicholas and almost as beloved -- at least in his legacy of love. Let's take the best known tale. It records him as a priest or maybe bishop imprisoned in Rome by Emperor Claudius II, and condemned to execution [as written above]. His meals were served by the daughter of the jailer, and it seems that he left on his tray for the girl to take away a brief message signed: from your Valentine.


To the extent that myth is true, it speaks to both love and forgiveness. Not the passion we think of as love, certainly not the sentiments of all the valentines sent on this day between lovers, but a natural affection, perhaps gratitude for some kindness or sympathy from an innocent maiden for an old gentleman who would soon be put to death. Assuming the saint had imbibed the attributes of the Lord whom had given His life in service, he was slow to anger, abounding in steadfast love, and forgiving his jailer, the emperor and of course the girl who brought his meals. Is it possible that he could forgive them without loving them? Hardly. Conversely, could he love them as sinners without forgiving them? Again, not so."



Surely, as we give candy and flowers, and we also send cards to our loved ones, for most of us, like St. Valentine, these are expressions of a deeper kind of love - God's Love! Let this Valentine's Day be a reminder to all of us that perhaps we need not just give, but "give up" a little of ourselves for the sake of another to indetifiy with the true meaning of Valentine's Day -

“Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous, love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. Love does not come to an end.”  1 Corinthians 13:4-8

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Happy New Year?



















That's right! Better late that never, I say . . . Happy New Year!



It' hard to believe that this time last year Papa was miles away beginning his New Year busily taking care of 15 chaplains in Afghanistan! We were more than half-way through his year-long deployment, but the Holidays were making it drag along for both of us, for sure! This year, however, was so much different. It's been so great to be together, and even though there is a great hole in our hearts from missing our family miles across the ocean, it's hard to find the words to describe how great it is just to be with one another again!We welcomed in the 2011 ~ together this time ~ in the most amazing way! We've never seen such fireworks [in person] in our lives! Of course there are extravaganza-type fireworks at Disneyland or the Rose Bowl in Pasadena, California, but this was different! And from our own terrace in Pozzuoli, Italy, to boot. Since we moved in, we've been hearing from lots of people, "Just wait until New Year's Eve! You will not even believe the fireworks display put on by the Italians!" And let's just say, the Italians did not disappoint!

We could see a panorama of fireworks displayed from one side of the Bay of Pozzuoli to the other! We couldn't even count them all!

At the last minute we invited some friends and their children over to celebrate with us, but we really didn't have any idea what we were about to witness. HAD WE KNOWN, we would have had a full blown firework's-viewing party from our terrace *this year*! We had no idea what we were about to see.



As I was writing this post, I asked Papa what did he do to ring in the New Year when he was in Afghanistan, and he says he barely remembers New Year's Eve last year. He thinks the guys in Afghanistan gathered around the TV to watch the New Year's Eve ball countdown in Time Square with very little fanfare. I do know that he called me to say Happy New Year when it was just midnight and turning to the New Year in North Carolina, but it's not surprising that the whole thing is a bit of a blur for him. He was in the midst of some very busy planning at the time.There are a number of things that I want to *blog* about at the moment, but the time flies by and quickly slips away from me without a word on the page! BAD girl! Nevertheless, here are just a few of the highlights:



  • We had the opportunity to meet our very best friends in the whole wide world, Lance & Maureen, in Rome, Italy, for the day on the 4th of January!
  • In the past month we also traversed an extremely high mountain to tour the Abbey of Montecassino just south of Rome, which is the monastery established by St. Benedict in 529 AD.

Later that same day we visited an agritourismo, which is a restaurant that's in an old Italian farmhouse and uses 80% of their own produce, wine and meats. It was very charming and delicious!

  • I was waiting to hear if my Level I Italian Course at Texas College would have enough people in it (9) to continue. I just heard that the class is a “go” and on Tuesday and Thursday mornings I have officially set out on my journey to learn Italian! Yikes!

It's the second of February today and in keeping with family tradition, tonight Papa and I will watch the movie "Groundhog Day" as we do every Feb 2nd - *Groundhog Day* . . . both Fr. Phil and I really enjoy this movie! Do you think Punxsutawney Phil will see his shadow and spring will arrive early this year? Or will we be waiting around until the end of March?


Perhaps William Blake may have been experiencing similar thoughts when he put pen to paper those many years ago as he contemplated the coming of spring . . .


The Spring
William Blake (1783)


O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!

The hills tell one another, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn’d
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth
And let thy holy feet visit our clime!

Come o’er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.


O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
Thy golden crown upon her languish’d head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.

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