Michaelmas!!!

Today is officially the Feast of St. Michael and the Archangels, only one of my favorite days of the year. To say something that will make people think I'm far more conservative than I really am. . . I'm pretty old school about this. Once upon a time, this was simply Michaelmas, the Feast of St. Michael the archangel, while Sts. Gabriel and Raphael had their own days (March 24 and October 24 respectively). They've all been lumped together on this day, now but . . . I really do prefer a separate day for each for two reasons: 1) I think that we should get to know each of these angels as individuals and poor Raphael sometimes gets overshadowed by his more well known siblings and 2) I have a mad, long-term crush on Michael.

Yes, I know, I'm a fan-girl for a lot of things: anime, Jesuits, Firefly, nuns in habits, Jesus, etc. . . but, if you asked me who my number one was, it would be (naturally) God. Number two, though, would definitely be Michael.

I'm sure most of you reading this know the legend of how back at the beginning of time, Michael was instrumental in kicking the rebellious Satan out of heaven. This is, as you know, where he got his name, when he cried out (in the midst of kicking Satan's butt) "Who is like God?!", which, in Hebrew, comes out M'chael.

A lot of other traditions and legends have arisen since then about Michael, and I think today would be a good day to share some of these. . .

Jewish legend (referenced in Jude 1:8) holds that Michael and Satan met up again at the death of Moses, and quarreled over the patriarch's body (Satan contended that Moses was a murderer and not worthy of burial). Jude says of this "Not even the archangel Michael, when he was engaged in argument with the devil about the corpse of Moses, dared to denounce him with the language of abuse; all he said was, 'May the Lord rebuke you.'" *Sigh* A warrior and a gentleman. Goodness knows that if I had been in Michael's position, I would have fallen prey to my sometimes over active tongue, staring out with "Ah, go to hell ya blankety blank blank blankety blank!"

One of my favorites is one I actually heard in New Orleans, that says that blackberries are special to Michael because, when Satan fell, he fell through Earth, and over the hole left by his passage, a blackberry bush grew up to ensure that he didn't try to return the way he came (if you've ever picked blackberries, you understand why this might be considered a deterrent). This seems to be a variant of an old Irish tale that says that Satan landed on a blackberry bramble when he fell, and returns every year to spit upon the plant that caused him so much pain. For this reason, all the blackberries had to be harvested by Michaelmas, or else they'd be inedible after. So, eating a nice dessert involving blackberries would be a good way to celebrate the day.

Various sites are recognized for a connection with the angel, such as Mont St. Michel off the coast of Normandy, the Michaelion in Constantinople, Monte Gargano in Italy, St. Michael's Mount in Cornwall, Eusebios in Constantinople, and Chonae in Phrygia. These latter two are notable for showincasing Michael's healing abilities, Chonae especially for it's springs which legend says Michael had a hand in bringing forth.

Michael is considered the defender of the Church and of Christians, and protector against all evil. This is why when Pope Leo XIII had his vision regarding the (at the time, yet to happen) 20th century, he wrote the now popular prayer:

St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle;
be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the Devil.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray,
and do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the power of God,
cast into Hell, Satan and all the other evil spirits,
who wander throughout the world,
seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.

Another, more involved prayer is the Chaplet of St. Michael, found here with some other Michaeline devotions.

Here's the prayer set to music (well, kinds), as found on YouTube:





Also, appropriate for today, an old fashioned book-burning over at Kat's place. She's cleaning out her library of things she doesn't want around anymore, but does not feel right about letting others be exposed to, so go ever, and see what you'd like to help rid the world of.

Praying for the Dead

Yeah, it’s been quiet around here recently. Between the beginning of a new semester for two writers, the end of the fiscal year for another, and the loss of a grandmother for a fourth . . . naturally, prayers for all, especially the last, are appreciated.

Which brings up a question I’ve run across a time or two, so I might as well address now:

Why do you Catholics pray for the dead? I mean, they’re already dead. . .
their fate is already sealed. What’s the point?

Yes, praying for the dearly departed is a grand old tradition for us Catholics. For many Christians, the belief is that upon death, one is immediately judged and sent straight to Heaven, or Hell. Prayers for these people are certainly part of the funerals, but aside from that, it’s not really considered a special duty to pray for those who have passed, certainly if you never knew them or they weren’t family. Many Catholics, on the other hand, consider it very important to pray not just for one’s loved ones, but for all those who have passed on, no matter who they are. Why are we, as Catholics, supposed to pray for the dead?

The first is that with the exception of a few extraordinarily holy people, we assume Pugatory. Now, this in itself is a huge sticking point for many people, especially for sola scriptura protestants. I’ll let the scripture fiends fight over that one (or, devote an entire other post to purgatory later), but the essential point is this: While the Canon of Saints is the list of people we’re pretty darn sure are in Heaven (Mary, Michael, the apostles, etc. . .), aside from that, we don’t know anyone’s fate, because there’s always the chance for last minute repentance. We certainly don’t believe that any specific people are in Hell, which leaves Purgatory.

For illustrative purposes, let’s take the now classic example of Hitler. Hitler, as we all know, was about as rotten as they come, personally responsible for the death and torture of millions of people. Now, that said, let’s consider the possibility that, at the last possible moment in that bunker, Hitler literally saw the light and repented for all the horrible, terrible, downright abominations he was responsible for. I’m not saying he did, or that he didn’t. Let’s just, for the purposes of illustration, assume he did. Now, God being infinitely merciful, would not consign a repented soul to Hell but, such a soul, though repented, would likewise be unfit for heaven. God is also infinitely just and besides, that’s a lot of repenting to do. Purgatory is where God’s Infinite Mercy and Infinite Justice meet, and also functions as the sanitizer of our souls, making them ready for Heaven.

Naturally, a soul like Hitler’s would have quite a bit more rehabilitation and scrubbing needed than someone like the sainty rosary-grannies you see at the back of so many churches. So, Granny gets some touch-up work and gets to go on, but someone like Hilter has to be scrubbed, rinsed, sanded, scrubbed, rinsed, shampooed, dipped in various chemicals, scrubbed, rinsed. . .you get the idea.

So, when a person dies, we assume Purgatory. We don’t know exactly what Purgatory is like (it’s the afterlife, after all), but the reports various saints and apparitions have given us are rather intimidating. It is not pleasant (though I imagine the graduation from there isn’t so bad), and these are, after all, our brothers and sisters. [Yes, even the ones we don’t like too much.] But we pray for them because those saints that have given us what we know about purgatory also inform us that prayer helps these souls with their progress, and even helps them spring out earlier than they otherwise might. Even more, that those souls are aware of who prays for them—for instance, there are stories that several courteous souls visited St. Padre Pio to thank him for his prayers after they got out of Purgatory.

Now, I’m not really sure as to the mechanics of how my praying for a soul in Purgatory helps them, but again and again, the saints and apparitions of Our Lady say that praying for the souls in purgatory does actually help them. Moreover, we are told that there are many souls in purgatory that have no one to pray for them and finally, if they’re in Purgatory, then the only thing we can do for them is pray. To go back to our example—who’s going to pray for the soul of Hitler? Precious few people, is who. But simple charity inclines us to do what we can for who we can. At this time, there are many things I cannot do—I cannot stop terrorism, I cannot stop hurricanes, I cannot cure AIDS. But, if my poor prayers can help one soul to Heaven, then I would have to be the most completely lame person on the planet ever to not do so. I mean, it’s not like it’s hard or anything. Naturally, I’ll pray for my loved ones and friends who’ve gone on ahead. . . but I also remember all the other souls in purgatory. I don’t need to know their names, I just need to offer my prayers for them.

So, why do we pray for the dead? Because no matter that their sins, or who they are, they are still made in the image and likeness of God. If a stranger comes up to me and says “My cousin just died”, the response I will give is “Then I shall remember them in my prayers”, and never “Who the heck are you?!” If I was taking a hike in the Afghani wilderness and stumbled across a certain cave, and Osama Bin Laden said (through a translator) “My long-lost auntie died last week’, my response would be the same. [And hopefully, I’d be allowed to continue on my hike toward the nearest US troops. Unlikely, with that bunch, but miracles sometimes happen.] The point is, we are all called to call for all those who have died—no exceptions.

[For this reason, I now have a little spiral bound black notebook, for all the intentions I’ve been asked to pray for. My poor brain can’t always remember them all, and then I feel like a schmuck when I forget. That said, most people also include phrases like “And for all those in need of prayer. . .” which covers our bases pretty well, though trying to remember specifics is useful.]

And finally, it doesn’t even take much time. When I was a kid, we included it in our nightly “God blesses”, where at some point or another my brother, mom, dad, or myself would say [usually sometime after “God bless Gramma” and “God bless Huan” (our dog)], “God bless everyone who needs it!”



Nowadays, it might be the Fatima prayer, or during my morning coffee break prayers, something like: “God, thank you for coffee, tea, chocolate, and caffeine in general. Thank you for all things that help me wake up in the ways I need it. May the world be woken up to your presence and love. And may the souls us purgatory wake up in your shining presence sooner than they expect. Amen.”

[You think I’m kidding? Nope . . . I’m grateful for all the good Lord has blessed us with.]

Gah, getting back to the subject of this long winded post. We pray for all the dead because they are all our family, and we wish for them to be in Heaven’s joy as soon as possible. And further, the Catechism adds that

“Our prayer for them is capable not only of helping them, but also of making their intercession for us effective.”

When a soul is released into heaven, then that’s one more person who can intercede for us.

So, all around, we’ve got some good reasons to pray for them, and no reasons not to. So, if you could, remember the departed in your prayers. We all need all the help we can get.