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The Oath Against Modernism Pope Pius X - 1910

 

The Oath Against Modernism

Pope Pius X - 1910

THE OATH AGAINST MODERNISM

To be sworn to by all clergy, pastors, confessors, preachers, religious superiors, and professors in philosophical-theological seminaries.

I . . . . firmly embrace and accept each and every definition that has been set forth and declared by the unerring teaching authority of the Church, especially those principal truths which are directly opposed to the errors of this day. And first of all, I profess that God, the origin and end of all things, can be known with certainty by the natural light of reason from the created world (see Rom. 1:19), that is, from the visible works of creation, as a cause from its effects, and that, therefore, his existence can also be demonstrated: Secondly, I accept and acknowledge the external proofs of revelation, that is, divine acts and especially miracles and prophecies as the surest signs of the divine origin of the Christian religion and I hold that these same proofs are well adapted to the understanding of all eras and all men, even of this time. Thirdly, I believe with equally firm faith that the Church, the guardian and teacher of the revealed word, was personally instituted by the real and historical Christ when he lived among us, and that the Church was built upon Peter, the prince of the apostolic hierarchy, and his successors for the duration of time. Fourthly, I sincerely hold that the doctrine of faith was handed down to us from the apostles through the orthodox Fathers in exactly the same meaning and always in the same purport. Therefore, I entirely reject the heretical’ misrepresentation that dogmas evolve and change from one meaning to another different from the one which the Church held previously. I also condemn every error according to which, in place of the divine deposit which has been given to the spouse of Christ to be carefully guarded by her, there is put a philosophical figment or product of a human conscience that has gradually been developed by human effort and will continue to develop indefinitely. Fifthly, I hold with certainty and sincerely confess that faith is not a blind sentiment of religion welling up from the depths of the subconscious under the impulse of the heart and the motion of a will trained to morality; but faith is a genuine assent of the intellect to truth received by hearing from an external source. By this assent, because of the authority of the supremely truthful God, we believe to be true that which has been revealed and attested to by a personal God, our creator and lord.

Furthermore, with due reverence, I submit and adhere with my whole heart to the condemnations, declarations, and all the prescripts contained in the encyclical Pascendi and in the decree Lamentabili,especially those concerning what is known as the history of dogmas. I also reject the error of those who say that the faith held by the Church can contradict history, and that Catholic dogmas, in the sense in which they are now understood, are irreconcilable with a more realistic view of the origins of the Christian religion. I also condemn and reject the opinion of those who say that a well-educated Christian assumes a dual personality-that of a believer and at the same time of a historian, as if it were permissible for a historian to hold things that contradict the faith of the believer, or to establish premises which, provided there be no direct denial of dogmas, would lead to the conclusion that dogmas are either false or doubtful. Likewise, I reject that method of judging and interpreting Sacred Scripture which, departing from the tradition of the Church, the analogy of faith, and the norms of the Apostolic See, embraces the misrepresentations of the rationalists and with no prudence or restraint adopts textual criticism as the one and supreme norm. Furthermore, I reject the opinion of those who hold that a professor lecturing or writing on a historico-theological subject should first put aside any preconceived opinion about the supernatural origin of Catholic tradition or about the divine promise of help to preserve all revealed truth forever; and that they should then interpret the writings of each of the Fathers solely by scientific principles, excluding all sacred authority, and with the same liberty of judgment that is common in the investigation of all ordinary historical documents.

Finally, I declare that I am completely opposed to the error of the modernists who hold that there is nothing divine in sacred tradition; or what is far worse, say that there is, but in a pantheistic sense, with the result that there would remain nothing but this plain simple fact-one to be put on a par with the ordinary facts of history-the fact, namely, that a group of men by their own labor, skill, and talent have continued through subsequent ages a school begun by Christ and his apostles. I firmly hold, then, and shall hold to my dying breath the belief of the Fathers in the charism of truth, which certainly is, was, and always will be in the succession of the episcopacy from the apostles. The purpose of this is, then, not that dogma may be tailored according to what seems better and more suited to the culture of each age; rather, that the absolute and immutable truth preached by the apostles from the beginning may never be believed to be different, may never be understood in any other way.

I promise that I shall keep all these articles faithfully, entirely, and sincerely, and guard them inviolate, in no way deviating from them in teaching or in any way in word or in writing. Thus I promise, this I swear, so help me God. . .

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The Inflammation by Nikky Finney

 

The Inflammation

Nikky Finney

The air in the high school is swollen. My heart balloons as I smooth my name tag down. The woman checking me in at Austin East Magnet High School has a warning, “They might not have much to say.” I have not come to measure their verbs or their vowels. My vested interest is their red blood cells. East Knoxville, where six students in one year, from one high school, are dead by gun violence. As I walk to Ms. Hall’s young writers class, 16-year-olds with the mud-red beauty of the Maasai fly past me in the hall late for class. There are no visible signs of bruising. A blood test could reveal the damage done these last 400 years. A blood test is a fine modern measurement of the homocysteine levels moving through precious growing creative bodies. There are no blood tests in my bag and I only have one hour to measure what I have traveled here to know. East Knoxville, fifty years before, every grocery store, bakery, doctor’s office, barbershop, pharmacy, juke joint, Miss Lucille Reader of Palms, closed down and laid to rest on the new Civic Center pyre. Blood sugar levels bought season tickets to the Moon. Families on the East side came to know American architecture intimately, how the right side of Martin Luther King, Jr. Boulevard arced into the halls of the high school, and the left side dangled at the front door of Jarnigan & Son Mortuary, oldest Black business in town. A swelling is how the body begins to heal. A blood test can be historical marker for the inflammation of disparity. My ballooning heart enters the door of their A, B, and O world. I am met by 14 framed faces of curious encyclopedic sunlight. Their Wolof and Benin mouths follow me around the room like awakened cicadas. I ask them to read. They stop buzzing, mid-air, hold their patterns, wondering if I have come to take something else from them. The one in perfect white sneakers with BEATS dangling off his ears keeps his head under his hoodie. The two by the window use the glass as dream portal, watching, then aiming, their father’s eyes farther out into the rising Blue Ridge Mountain light settling the pitched roof of Jarnigan & Son. The room is a clover field of hide, luck, and chance, but the burning tenderness of their inflammation wants out. Inflammation is a fight response from the body when the immune system leaps into action even when there is no visible injury. Angelina extends her grey tablet out to me. Her dark Motown eyes begin their return to Earth. I read her poem as if it belongs in my mouth. Their words reach and ricochet. My immune system kicks in just as Jamartray decides I might be worthy, handing me his fragile worry-filled word rope, his mother’s Lindy Hop, in and out of the Double-Dutch rope of illness. Shiasia’s spunky Afro-Latin is read with Black girl attitude kept under my tongue for moments when the fear in their eyes is molten and strawberry. She cheers. Leonard begins with a piercing refusal to never be a statistic and ends with his mother’s double helix—HeLa—never-ending cells of extraordinary love alighting every face in the room. It is 9:00 am on a Friday morning in East Knoxville. I have lost my tally and count. The young poets have broken my fever.

Hi Timor, Life is precious, and I'm so thankful that friends like you agree

 

Hi Timor, Life is precious, and I'm so thankful that friends like you agree. What an amazing gift that God is using our Option Ultrasound program to reveal life to moms considering abortion so that they can choose life. In case you don't know, Option Ultrasound is a donor-funded program that equips pregnancy resource centers with ultrasound machines and nurses' sonography training, as well as defends and protects the sanctity of human life. When mothers can see their babies, their hearts are softened, and minds changed! In fact, more than 54% of abortion-minded women who receive counseling and an ultrasound choose life! Isn't that amazing?! God has called us to an incredible work to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves. I'm humbled and grateful for this effort and for the thousands of individuals like you who make it possible. It all comes down to one thing — the life of a precious baby saved. "I had already decided that an abortion would be the answer for me. I couldn't imagine where I would live or how I could support a baby financially. I went to a pregnancy medical clinic for a free ultrasound to see how far along I was. What an amazing experience. My baby was so big! I was 14 weeks along, and I could see every part of her ... hands and feet and her sweet little face. My heart was totally turned towards this little girl that was growing inside of me." — Kaitlin* Timor, Kaitlin chose life for her child. This is the life-saving impact only possible because of friends like you. It is through your support that women facing unplanned pregnancies are experiencing God's grace and hope. Thank you for revealing life so mothers like Kaitlin can choose life. It's encouraging to know that there are so many caring, God-fearing people — like you — who believe in the sanctity of life. I appreciate you, Timor. Blessings, Jim Daly President, Focus on the Family *Name changed to protect identity

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