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Sunday, December 31, 2006
New Year's Prayin' Eve

I'm keeping up the Dawn Patrol tradition of praying for readers this New Year's Eve. If you'd like a prayer, please leave your request below or e-mail me, dawn -at- dawneden.com (replacing the "-at-" with an at sign). If you don't want to give your name, you can leave an anonymous comment--just put "xxxxx" where the name and e-mail should go, and I'll pray for "the person who left the comment." Likewise, if you'd rather send an e-mail but don't want to give your name, I'll pray for "the person who sent the e-mail."

The comments section below is for prayer requests only, please. Thanks and may God bless you in the New Year.

UPDATE, 1/1/07, wee hours: Started praying individually for commenters and others who wrote in, but must break off to get sleep. Will resume this afternoon and will pray rosary for everyone's intentions as well.

UPDATE, 1/2/07, wee hours: Finished praying individually for everyone who requested prayer (including those who sent e-mails). Still intend to say rosary for everyone's intentions as well — hopefully today.

9:01 AM  |

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Chaste into a bar

A friend made me this online flyer (inspired by one for an evolution debate) for my upcoming friendly debate with Virginia Vitzthum. Please come! Sponsored by those wacky libertarian urban explorers of the Jinx Athenaeum Society.
UPDATE: As a commenter noted, this flyer neglects the time of the event. it starts at 8 p.m.


11:44 PM  |

Tune in today ...

... at 2:15 p.m. Eastern, when I'll be interviewed on the Drew Marshall Show, broadcasting out of Canada — follow that link to listen online. Methinks Mr. Marshall is planning to quiz me on my rock-historian past; should be interesting.

UPDATE: Had a lot of fun on Drew's show. What a great interviewer he is, and so witty. He archives his shows on his Web site; I'll post a link when mine is up.

3:23 AM  |

'Dog-earedly good!'

"There is a lot of great information contained in this book, and many inspiring reflections, drawing from time to time from C.S. Lewis, G.K. Chesterton, John Paul II, Mother Theresa, Peter Kreeft, Christopher West, and others. No matter what your vocation is, you could gain a unique insight into popular culture and practical advice for living in it by reading this book. Instead of taking a theological, philosophical, or sociological approach, Dawn Eden combines many approaches to chastity and sexuality, using personal experience and her faith as a compass, to write a book that is much-needed today. ...

"... I typically judge a non-fictional book by how many dog-eared pages there are after I finish reading it (if the page is dog-eared, that means I found something intriguing on it). This book definitely scores high in that regard: 26 of 207 pages had folded-down corners!" [Full review]

Jeff Geerling, seminarian and Matthew 12:37 blogger, from his review of The Thrill of the Chaste. His review includes photographic proof of his dog-eared book.

2:30 AM  |

Little Miss Marker

On a tip from a friend who had seen my book in the store, I popped into the Borders next to Penn Station. Sure enough, it was there, Shelf C3 — "Christianity: Practical Life." (That's where they file the recovery memoirs, appropriately enough.)

I couldn't resist doing something a bit naughty. Pulling a purple Sharpie out of my purse, I autographed the title page — adding "thrillofthechaste.com" in case anyone wants to track me down and ask if I really was the culprit who signed the book.

It felt vaguely criminal to "deface" a book, but hopefully my signature will be a pleasant surprise to whoever buys it. I remember, when I was in high school, feeling a thrill as I discovered that the title page of my local library's copy of The Philosophy of Andy Warhol: From A to B and Back Again was signed in black marker with a familiar "AW."

In other Thrill-related developments:

  • Got an unexpected endorsement from best-selling dating author Steve Nakamoto (Dating Rocks!, Men Are Like Fish, who included my book on his Amazon list "Buy a Unique Relationship Book for the New Year!" Mr. Nakamoto is also the dating expert for iVillage.com's "Ask Mr. Answer Man."

  • My appearance on Msgr. Jim Lisante's "Personally Speaking" is available for online listening (follow that link to Program 54). The Monsignor has quite the gift for reading hearts.

1:17 AM  |

Dead reckoning

A Guest Post By Kevin Walsh

[Kevin sent this to me just before the news of the execution. I thought his message remained relevant, so it appears here with permission. — Dawn]

I would have rather Saddam be kept alive so they could find out what made him be a mass murderer. Same way I oppose the death penalty in all cases. I want to get inside these guys' heads. Is it an enzyme? A bad chromosome? Mommy problems? They strung up Saddam and we'll never know what set him off. Hitler shot himself and we'll never know.

I have a question for all these killers, the Janjaweed, the Sunnis and Shiites in Iraq. WHY. Why do you kill. Berkowitz is still alive. How come the psychologists haven't been testing him all along? When Arafat was alive why didn't they ask him? When Gotti was alive, why didn't they ask him?

The answers would probably be ultimately empty, and that's the most horrifying thing of all.

"Because this is what men do," they would probably say.

12:52 AM  |

Friday, December 29, 2006

Buckley's bloody 'pleasure'

William F. Buckley Jr. rhapsodizes about the "undeniable" pleasure he will receive upon "the death of Saddam by rope's end."

Give me a break.

Saddam's reign of terror ended over three years ago. His execution is a postscript to volumes of tragedy. While one may appreciate the fact that justice is served and imagine hopefully that the world's remaining despots are on notice, there is really no cause for the jubilant "pleasure" Buckley describes.

I'm willing to believe that Saddam's execution is one of those "cases of absolute necessity" that John Paul the Great admits in Evangelium Vitae, "when it would not be possible otherwise to defend society." But the idea that the execution is anything better than the tragically necessary killing of a man who caused immeasurable violence and repression is repugnant and unworthy of conservatism's elder statesman.

2:00 PM  |

Woman of distinctions

"Based on her life experiences and her faith, the Jewish-born Christian provides motivational and spiritual messages to counter the ones put out by society. She considers the true meaning of sex, how to deal with temptation, and why shared values in relationships matter. She also provides guidance on how to heal from past relationships in order to make a new start. Throughout the book, she addresses distinctions between choosing to be abstinent and choosing to be chaste."

— The National Clearinghouse for Families & Youth's Abstinence Education E-Update gives the thumbs-up to The Thrill of the Chaste.

1:14 PM  |

Innocents mission

"In conclusion, I shall but remind you of the difference, on the other hand, between the state of a child and that of a matured Christian; though this difference is almost too obvious to be noticed. St. John says, "He that doeth righteousness is righteous, even as He is righteous;" and again, "Every one that doeth righteousness is born of Him." [1 John iii. 7; ii. 29.]

"Now, it is plain a child's innocence has no share in this higher blessedness. He is but a type of what is at length to be fulfilled in him. The chief beauty of his mind is on its mere surface; and when, as time goes on, he attempts to act (as is his duty to do), instantly it disappears. It is only while he is still, that he is like a tranquil water, reflecting heaven. Therefore, we must not lament that our youthful days are gone, or sigh over the remembrances of pure pleasures and contemplations which we cannot recall; rather, what we were when children, is a blessed intimation, given for our comfort, of what God will make us, if we surrender our hearts to the guidance of His Holy Spirit,—a prophecy of good to come,—a foretaste of what will be fulfilled in heaven. And thus it is that a child is a pledge of immortality; for he bears upon him in figure those high and eternal excellences in which the joy of heaven consists, and which would not be thus shadowed forth by the All-gracious Creator, were they not one day to be realized. Accordingly, our Church, for the Epistle for this Festival, selects St. John's description of the Saints in glory."

— John Henry Cardinal Newman, from his sermon on the feast day of Holy Innocents. The Curt Jester has more excerpts within a timely entry on the feast.

11:57 AM  |

Sgt. Sanger's lonely ♥s club brand



From Planned Parenthood of Connecticut comes this latest attempt to sell youths taxpayer-subsidized morning-after pills: "I ♥ EC" T-shirts.

I don't imagine many women who would buy this T-shirt from Margaret Sanger's organiztion would really "♥" taking four-to-40 times the amount of hormones in one birth-control pill within a 12-hour period. Nor do I believe they would ♥ tripling their odds of a potentially fatal ectopic pregnancy. Nor would they ♥ it so much if they knew that, based on studies in Scotland, Sweden, and the states of Washington and California, even after shelling out to Planned Parenthood for their EC, they're just as likely to return there for an abortion as they would have been had they not bought the pill.

Funny, I don't see any mention of those risks on Planned Parenthood of Connecticut's site, nor on any Planned Parenthood site — with the notable exception of Planned Parenthood Federation of America's helpful chart showing how many birth control pills equal one complete dose of EC. (It ranges from four Ovrals to 40 Ovrettes.)

Conceptually, the "I ♥ EC" shirt echoes the V-Day "Consent Is Sexy" button campaign. It's intended to present the wearer as a bold single woman taking charge of her life, but it really only shows her availability to men who seek sex sans responsibility. The message is, "If you have sex with me, I'll make sure you have no child to support. If the EC doesn't work, I'll abort the little bugger. Nothing can get in the way of your having sex with me free from any consequences.''

And, indeed, for the kind of find-'em-fornicate-'em-forget-'em man who would accept such an invitation, sex with the "I ♥ EC" lady would be consequence-free. Miss Lonely-"hearts," on the other hand, would be left with health risks, the lingering chance of pregnancy, and the belated knowledge that she had shared her bed with a man whose chief concern was using her body without fathering her child. But at least she'd still have the T-shirt.

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Buy my book The Thrill of the Chaste: Finding Fulfillment While Keeping Your Clothes On at Amazon.com.

Note to commenters: Please do not comment on the appearance of the woman in the photo; comments that do so will be deleted.

2:43 AM  |

Thursday, December 28, 2006
My public-radio debut [updated with audio]

This morning, I did an hourlong phoner with the "Joy Cardin Show" on Wisconsin Public Radio — my first time on an NPR affiliate — to promote my book. You can hear it for yourself in Real Audio.

Because of NPR's (and Madison, Wis.'s) reputation for liberalism, I had actually had a nightmare about doing the show, fearing it would be a one-hour version of the more antagonistic interviews I've endured. Instead, I was very pleasantly surprised. Ms. Cardin was the perfect host, and the callers were overwhelmingly supportive. Several of them remarked how refreshing it was to hear chastity discussed on the radio.

One female caller with a gentle, saintly voice said that she and her husband waited to have sex until they were married, when she was in her late 20s. They've now been together for 33 years and "it keeps getting better," she said with tangible joy. I had to restrain myself from asking her to pray for me!

Buy my book The Thrill of the Chaste: Finding Fulfillment While Keeping Your Clothes On at Amazon.com.

2:01 PM  |

Alphabet scoop

While I work on a more substantial post for late tonight, now's as good a time as any to revisit the "Lexicon for Young Adult Catholic Acronyms." As American Papist notes, "These are sometimes disturbingly accurate":

ACART --- Accepts Church And Republican Teachings (M, F)

CHIM --- Catholic Hyper-Intellectual Male (M)

CISTO --- Catholic In Skimpy Tight Outfit (hopefully F)

CLOWSIC ---- Cosmo Lifestyle On Weekdays, Sundays In Church (F)

COGISFAW --- Catholic Old Guy, Is Searching For Adolescent Wife (M)

CONOPE --- Catholic, Orthodox, No Other Personality Evident (M, F)

FOCID --- Flirts Outrageously, Chastity In Doubt (M, F)

FOYIC --- Flirts Outrageously, Yet Is Chaste (M, F)

MAWBAN / MAWBAP --- Might As Well Be A Nun / Priest (F, M)

OSCAR ---- Overly Sexual Catholic, Advise Restraint (M, F)

SOFTNOS --- Shares Our Faith Though Not Our Sanity (M, F)

SOTVEM --- Seen Once Then Vanishes Ever-More (mostly F)

WOVUOS --- Woman Of Virtue, Underwear Of Sin (F)

[Full list at American Papist.]

Any additions?

10:28 AM  |

The love you take

"'It's okay to let go.'

"You wouldn't think five words would require a lot of rehearsal. I kept saying them, and saying them, and saying them, and never once did I sound like I knew what I was talking about."

— Dustbury's Charles G. Hill says goodby to his father. (Also read his follow-up post.)

12:40 AM  |

May the farce be with you

Fallen Sparrow tipped me off to this video, one of the most popular on YouTube, about Darth's unfortunate younger brother — "Chad Vader, Day Shift Manager" (note: contains rude language and a blasphemy):


12:01 AM  |

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Omaha stakes

Today, from 1:30-2:00 p.m. Eastern time, I'll be interviewed on Bruce and Kris MacGregor's Spirit Morning Show, straight outta Omaha. I'm really looking forward to it, as I see they get high-caliber guests; just in the past week, they've had Father Benedict Groeschel and Michael Novak, among others. [UPDATE: The interview, which went very well, did not air live; it was taped for broadcast January 2 at 9 a.m. Eastern.]

Here are some other upcoming radio shows I'll be doing to promote The Thrill of the Chaste: Finding Fulfillment While Keeping Your Clothes On, as well as a special live appearance in Manhattan (see Jan. 3):

December 28

"Joy Cardin Show," Wisconsin Public Radio. I'm on from 9:00-9:55 a.m Eastern.

December 30

"Drew Marshall Show," Toronto. I'm on from 2:15-3:00 p.m. Eastern.


January 3

"Danny Fontana Show,", syndicated. I breeze through from 1:15-1:25 p.m. Eastern.

Also on January 3: Debate with Virginia Vitzthum, author of the upcoming book I Love You, Let's Meet: Adventures in Online Dating. Topic: "Is Chastity a Good Idea for Singles?" Lolita Bar, 266 Broome St. at Allen St., Manhattan. 8 p.m. Sponsored by the Jinx Athenaeum Society. Host: Todd Seavey (that's "Tom," to readers of my book). Moderator: Michel Evanchik.

2:44 AM  |

Station identification


Met up last night with my friend Kevin Walsh and he took some photos of me at the Hoboken Terminal. I'm very happy with the way the pics came out; they're the best photos of me since Tony Carnes took my publicity shot last January. One of them will go up on Gaits of Eden when I update the page this week.


2:27 AM  |

Flanders keepers

Found on YouTube: a video of Belgian Green Day wannabes Nailpin doing an impressive take on the Kirsty McColl classic "They Don't Know." Power pop lives!



In a nice touch, they chose to do it in the same key as Tracy Ullman's hit version — compare the two yourself:


12:33 AM  |

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Quote of the day

"[T]he true Pottersville is right off the coast of Florida. This might be the year where Cuba is blessed with a Christmas without Fidel Castro. The dictator banned Christmas back in 1969. He didn’t let Cubans celebrate the holiday again until 1998. Many religious leaders wrongly praised Castro for this empty gesture. The problem is that the dictator only allows a religious holiday for people to pray and feast (which probably means an extra lima bean). But any good Christian prays all the time — especially in Cuba.

"Castro allowed Christmas, but he continued to ban Santa Claus. There's no giving of gifts. There are no little kids getting excited about the holiday. Castro understood a simple truth. He knew that Santa Claus is more dangerous than Jesus."

— J.R. Taylor, from "Capitalism is Wonderful" in Right Wing Trash

1:49 PM  |

Christmas Carroll

Alice laughed. "There's no use trying," she said: "one can't believe impossible things."

"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."


The White Queen's statement from Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking Glass were on my mind the other day and I remembered a theory I'd had about their meaning.

Martin Gardner, writing in his classic The Annotated Alice. ties Carroll's words to Tertullian's reported statement "I believe it because it is absurd" (which other sources say is a misquote), but he overlooks the question of what Carroll, an Anglican deaconwould believe before breakfast.

It occurs to me that Carroll may have been referring to the faith statements of the Lord's Prayer: "Our Father," "who art in Heaven," "hallowed be thy name," "thy kingdom come," "thy will be done," "on Earth as it is in Heaven." Or he could have meant the petitions in that prayer; according to Reformed catechisms, they are six in number.

If Carroll was referring to the act of saying the Lord's Prayer before breakfast, that would also explain why the White Queen says that when she was Alice's age, she always did it for half an hour a day; that's about how long it takes, combined, to say the morning and evening prayers of the Catholic Church, which I imagine are similar in nature to those of the Anglican Church of Carroll's time.

I think the reason that explanation came to mind is because I'm eagerly awaiting a present that a dear friend promised me for Christmas: a subscription to Magnificat. an exquisitely crafted monthly devotional that enables one to pray with the Church. I've already begun praying from the complimentary copy of the publication that I received at the archdiocese's December Young Adult Mass and it's opened up a means of contemplation as well as a new sense of communion with the Church that I find very rewarding.

Coincidentally, Semicolon's Sherry Early is thinking along the same lines as Carroll with her beautiful Christmas Eve post, still timely since we're on only the second day of Christmas today. I'll leave you with her conclusion:

I saw the Narnia movie this afternoon, and I noticed that twice the characters used the word “impossible.” As the children enter Narnia together, Susan experiences the coldness of the snow and the branches scratching her and breathes, “Impossible!” It’s so real, so physical, so undeniable, but “impossible.” Then later the White Witch looks up to see the True King of Narnia confronting her, the king she thought she had murdered, and she exclaims, “Impossible!’ He is so real, so physical, so undeniable, yet impossible.

Impossible that He should entrust Himself to the womb of a young country girl from the hick-town of Nazareth.
Impossible that He should travel through the birth canal and place himself in a body, helpless to walk or communicate or even care for his own physical needs.
Impossible that He should suck at his mother’s breast to sustain the life of that very needy body.
Impossible that He should grow in wisdom and in stature and in favor with God and man.
Impossible that He should laugh and cry and feel love and joy and anger and despair.
Impossible that He should share food and conversation and hugs and kisses with a group of human friends, one of whom turned out to be an enemy.
Impossible that He should die.
Even more impossible that He should die and then live — forever.

So real, so physical, so undeniable, so impossible. Only the God of the Impossible could inhabit such a story and make it a physical reality, and only by doing so could He intersect my very physical life and make me believe, know in my bones, the Reality of His love and joy and forgiveness and healing.

I pray for you this Christmas that the Impossible becomes Truth in your physical life where you are sitting and reading these words now.

May you have an Impossible Christmas.

1:12 AM  |

Saturday, December 23, 2006
Matthew

A Guest Post By Drusilla

[I saw the following post on Drusilla's blog, Heirs in Hope, and thought it would make a good Christmas Eve/Christmas Day post. It's reprinted here with permission. Merry Christmas to you and thanks for reading my blog — Dawn]

Matthew died half an hour before I met him. As we entered the hospice, a nurse met Sr. Josephine and me and asked that we go and pray over his body. I do not like dead bodies but I felt the familiar intense tingling that told me this was important so I followed the sister to the small back room where he lay.

As we walked along, the nurse told us a little about him. Drugs had ruled most of Matthew's brief life; he was about thirty. Just before Halloween, he had taken an overdose; no one knew if it was accidental. Matthew had been in a coma for about a month. His brain still functioned but medical science knew no way to wake him. His older brother had died of AIDS in this same hospice a year earlier and when the doctors determined that death was certain, Matthew’s family had arranged for their younger son to die also in this familiar place. Half an hour after his arrival, while the nurses were still settling him, Matthew died.

The nurse opened the door and we breathed in sweetness. A clear, high, just within range of hearing chorus filled the room with a song of joy. Peace welcomed us into its richness. Heaven was rejoicing here in this room, invited us to add our voices to its song.

“Can you hear it?” I asked Sr. Josephine. “Yes,” she replied as she opened her prayer book to the prayers for the dead. I followed suit and our prayers joined the song:

“Into your hands, O merciful Savior, we commend your servant Matthew. Acknowledge, we humbly beseech you, a sheep of your own fold, a lamb of your own flock, a sinner of your own redeeming. Receive him into the arms of your mercy, into the blessed rest of everlasting peace, and into the glorious company of the saints in light. Amen.” (from the Book of Common Prayer)*

Whatever dissipations he had indulged in, whatever sufferings and torments he and life had heaped upon his soul, something had happened to Matthew while he lay in coma. I believe some cleansing, some healing, some radical change had come into the young man whose body lay on the bed. And now, in this place that should have been so terribly sad, heaven sang Alleluia.

This was almost too rich for human presence. I was nearly exhausted with wonder and was glad when we fell into silence. It was very good to be here but I could not stay very long. The experience was too big. Actually, I was too little. I wanted to leap into a grande jetes. I wanted to sit quietly and let it encompass me. Sr. Josephine sent me out of the room; tears began to flow as soon as I closed the door.

The operation of heaven in this young man’s life, its condescension were overwhelming. I wondered if Matthew had been like a broken limb that must be immobilized in order to heal. I wondered that God would do it, would immobilize this little lost sheep who must have been filled with terror, unable to seek healing without enormous help. I believed that God would do anything to find us, knew that heaven rejoices when we are found, but I had never seen it like this before.

The risk that heaven took was heart breaking. What if even a coma had not been enough? What if the suffering he had undergone during these past weeks had not led to this?

Yet now heaven sang Alleluia. What should have been an occasion of great sadness was a time of immense gratitude and joy.


* I was a member of the Anglican Communion at the time and was discerning whether I had a vocation. Though the community was mostly contemplative and becoming more and more so, the hospice was their one external ministry.


11:41 PM  |

Going ... Going ... Dawn

"Joy and peace run between the lines on every page. So do hip, sassy, straight-forward, and no holds barred. She speaks a message that is clear, honest and secure in herself, and one that will resonate, I think, with anyone (i.e. nearly everyone) who has ever felt that pang of loneliness and emptiness that comes from sexual encounters that are aimed at self-gratification instead of spiritual, emotional and mutual enrichment."

— From Robert N. Going's review of The Thrill of the Chaste on his blog, The Judge Report.

Buy The Thrill of the Chaste on Amazon.com.

11:26 PM  |

I want to hold your hand over my eyes

[UPDATE, 12/28/06: Welcome, Corner readers! When you're done enjoying the video, check out the interview K-Lo did with me to promote my book, The Thrill of the Chaste: Finding Fulfillment While Keeping Your Clothes On.]


Every so often, a video clip comes along that reminds me just how awful Seventies pop culture was — especially what passed for "rock" television.

This is one of those clips.

It's the Beatles tribute from Rolling Stone's 10th-anniversary special. According to IMDB, the writers to blame are none other than Steve Martin ( the Steve Martin) and "Classical Gas" author Mason Williams. Williams at least should have known better.

The clip is 15 minutes long — that's 15 minutes you will never get back — and includes a strobe effect several minutes into it, just in case you haven't had a seizure by then. Performers include Richie Havens and Patti LaBelle, as well as Ted Neely of "Jesus Christ Superstar."

Enjoy the dancing strawberries ...

11:05 PM  |

Take a Rook



My beloved old friend and long-ago landlord Michael Mazzarella of the Rooks may finally be seen on YouTube with this video of "Nightfall," from his live-in-the-studio DVD Only Hope for Winter. While I prefer his more uptempo numbers (like the gorgeous "Glitterbest," which may be heard on the Rooks' MySpace page, this song shows Michael's ability to capture the darkly romantic, atmospheric vibe present in early Todd Rundgren and Harry Nilsson.

10:56 PM  |

'A sacrifice hidden and silent'

[The following story of mine originally appeared in the November 2006 issue of Catholic World Report. Bits of it will be familiar to regular readers of this blog, but most of it is new. — Dawn]


The most immediate effect of writing a book on chastity for marriage-minded single women, as I have done, is that you lose your amateur standing. You can no longer merely be on the winning side of the battle against sexual temptation. Instead, you become a professional, expected to answer questions on “how far is too far,” and an easy target for variations on Oscar Levant’s legendary epigram, “I knew Doris Day before she was a virgin.”

It took a never-married friend who read an advance copy of my book, The Thrill of the Chaste: Finding Fulfillment While Keeping Your Clothes On, to remind me that chastity is, for some women, not just a lifestyle, but life. The friend, who is in her late 40s, told me she was glad I mentioned the prospect that the reader might never get married.

She was being generous. The book mentions the possibility of a lifetime as a chaste single woman only in passing. At the time that I wrote it, I didn't know how to expand upon the prospect of lifetime singlehood without making it sound like a death sentence.

It wasn't until the book was at the publisher — and after reporter Nadine O'Regan of the Irish Times asked me point-blank how it felt to realize that I might never meet the right one — that I began to articulate the sentiments that had been forming in the back of my mind.

"Experience has shown me that I'm not getting more unhappy. I'm getting happier," I said. "So, as depressing as it may be to think of another five years, or a lifetime, of not being married, the depression is only in me in the fear. Actually living out a chaste lifestyle indefinitely is not sad. I'm accomplishing so much with my life that I didn't think I'd be able to accomplish."

G.K. Chesterton writes in his Autobiography that, according to the Penny Catechism he read before entering the Church, "[t]he two sins against Hope are presumption and despair." We don't usually think of hope as something that can be sinned against. But it is a virtue, and presumption and despair are its corresponding vices. More than that, it is, along with faith and charity, one of the three theological virtues, meaning that it is directed towards God.

A person living chastely while longing to be married is living in hope. I believe that such hope is virtuous because it is directed towards a virtuous goal — and that goal is not centered upon wedding vows.

Here I run up against the difficulties of the language we use when describing the single life. I don't believe that one desiring marriage should merely "stop looking," as advice columnists would have it, nor that one should "cultivate other interests" or "just be the best person you can be."

Back in 1989, singer/songwriter Lucinda Williams, with her catchy tune “Passionate Kisses” encapsulated the mentality of that “Greed Decade” and beyond: "Shouldn't I have this, shouldn't I have this, shouldn't I have all of this ... Give me what I deserve, 'cause it's my right." In our consumer culture, we are immersed in the entitlement mentality, so much so that denying one’s own wants is seen as equivalent to denying one’s own rights. Well, call me radical, call me crazy, but it's becoming increasingly apparent — especially as I spend time with religious faithful and with people who do charitable work — that what I imagine are the most important things for me to accomplish in life are not necessarily those that God considers most important.

What seems like an eternity for us here on Earth is less than the blink of an eye in Heaven. Moreover, there are no marriages in Heaven. In Heaven, we will find our spiritual children — those whom we have helped come to the faith — which, for a single person, could well exceed the number of children of a married one. (Isaiah 54:1: “Sing, O barren ... for more are the children of the desolate than the children of the married wife, saith the Lord.”)

The hope in which I strive to live, then, is that Jesus, through Mary, will enable the graces He has given me through the gift of conversion to come to full flower. This is the "hope [that] maketh not ashamed," as Paul writes in Romans 5, "because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us."

Make no mistake about it, I want to be married and experience the love and companionship of a husband on every level — physical, emotional, and spiritual. And, sure, I think about it a lot. But when I think about the short time we have on Earth, I feel the need to focus on discerning God's will for my life from day to day. It's a will that requires me to become more loving to everyone — as opposed to becoming more attractive to that special someone out there.

As a late convert to chastity, I sometimes have a hard time explaining my vocation to people — and not just to those who think it’s bizarre to forgo premarital sex. There are Catholics of traditional upbringing who look at me as if they’d never met a 38-year-old woman who wasn’t either a mother or a nun. When I wrote on my blog about the response I gave to the Irish Times reporter, a male reader commented, “[T]hough there might be something to be said for ‘easing’ into the idea of a lifetime of singleness, at some point, I think that making an affirmative commitment to single lay celibacy would give that life the same focus and purpose that men and women living holy orders or marriage enjoy.”

I believe that a small but significant number of people share that reader’s perspective, in that they are uncomfortable with the idea of uncertainty. They can’t imagine themselves leading a chaste single life for an extended period of time, and so they feel uneasy at the idea that someone would choose a life lacking the “focus and purpose” of celibacy vows. To them, the idea of an unmarried person’s attempting to live chastely without consecrating their choice before God is the equivalent of a couple’s shacking up rather than making their union official. I feel as though they think I’m just playing at chastity.

When it comes to faith, God recognizes no mushy middle. On the one hand, the Bible is filled with exhortations to take a stand, perhaps most eloquently in Revelation 3, when Jesus tells the Laodicean church to be cold or hot — but not lukewarm. But on the other, the Bible makes clear that our life on Earth is an ongoing study in reconciliation. “I have been a stranger in a strange land,” said Moses, and God’s people have always been strangers among the worldly. The Lord wants us to rely solely upon Him for direction, as David writes in the 25th Psalm: “Mine eyes are ever toward the Lord; for he shall pluck my feet out of the net.”

In other words, as I see it, we are supposed to be absolutely certain of where we stand — but not so sure about where we’re going.

Through Jesus’ reconciling the world to himself, Paul writes in 2 Corinthians 5, we as Christians are given the “ministry of reconciliation.” This ministry is intended to be ongoing. It does not end when one lives under vows, regardless of the sense of closure such vows may provide.

A friend of mine, while training me to volunteer at a charity that helped homebound senior citizens, warned me not to assume that a healthy-looking client was able to take good care of himself. “Not all disabilities are visible,” she said.

In the same way, not all abilities are visible. It is impossible to tell from observing someone’s life what spiritual graces that person has received. "The world admires only spectacular sacrifice," wrote St. Josemaria Escriva, "because it does not realize the value of sacrifice that is hidden and silent."

Compared to those who are married or live in a monastery, a chaste single person may seem to lack a sense of being grounded or having a spiritual home. In truth, they may have a home within the home of this world — a spiritual place where they maintain deeply rooted faith even under shifting and unpredictable external circumstances. “For in the time of trouble, he shall hide me in his pavilion,” sang David in Psalm 27.

If I live my entire life waiting in hope of marriage, I can’t imagine how that could be a tragedy — as long as, while I wait, my eyes are not on a fantasy of my future husband, but on Jesus.

The only way to truly discover one’s vocation is to act on it, as one understands it, in the present moment — to step out in faith.

St. Maximilian Kolbe wrote, “If you have the will to love, you already give proof that you love. What counts is the will to love.” In living day-to-day in the vocation of single, unvowed chastity, I am relying upon God to take my will — to grow in love of Him and my fellow human beings — and put it into action. In making that my goal, I have hope that, whatever my vocation proves to be, Our Lady of Grace will grant me the grace to, as St. Maximilian Kolbe put it, “love without limits.”

12:35 AM  |

Friday, December 22, 2006

Saved by the bell

Tucked away in the comments to a recent post, I found reader Uncle Jim's beautiful "tale of unlikely conversion." He writes:

i just came home from 'ringing bells' at a salvation army outdoor kettle this evening in front of a large super-market ... weather: cold and wet and dreary.

only to stress the magnitude of what happened, i'll share that this is the 22nd consecutive year that i've been doing this pre-Christmas activity for the week or two before Christmas.

very typically, i'd guess that 50% of the people who pass by me on their way into or out of this super-market do not look at me as they pass by ... even with a greeting from me as they enter and a "Goodnight and Merry Christmas" to them as they depart.

a woman and her 8 - 10 yr old daughter approached ... i greeted them ... the mother scooted right on by and didn't give a look ... the daughter stopped just after passing, turned around and came back to the kettle ... the mother turned around and asked 'what are you doing?' ... the daughter did not look at her mother or respond, but reached in her coat and pulled out a small change-purse ... she opened it and dumped some small change into her hand ... she counted it and held it up and asked: 'i have 26 cents... is this enough to buy a toy for some kid? response: 'it certainly is!!'

she started to put the change in the kettle as the mother came back over to the kettle ... the little girl told her that she just helped to buy a toy for some kid - the mother started to cry...reached into her own purse and took out some paper money - i don't know the total but i saw a $5 and some $1 bills - and she put them in the kettle.

i thanked them both - wished them a merry christmas and watched them walk into the store hand-in-hand.

the little girl converted her mother's hard heart right before my eyes. best one i recall in my 22 years of ringing.

i think c s [Lewis] would be proud - i was.

1:15 AM  |

Thursday, December 21, 2006
Hogan's heroine

A few more pics from the Dec. 8 party at Dempsey's Pub celebrating the release of my book:



GalleyCat blogger Ron Hogan, whom Gawker has since dubbed a "publishing hottie," puts the squeeze on me. Ron is a friend (looking at this pic, I think he's a bosom buddy — just kidding, folks, he's happily married) and the only Quaker Buddhist I know. He preceded me in making the move from blogger to author; he wrote a book on Seventies film, with the delightful title The Stewardess Is Flying the Plane!



For those of you who have had the pleasure of reading Heirs in Hope, this is the beautiful blogger Drusilla, whose friendship is one of things for which I'm thankful when I look back on 2006.



Here you have two more of my very favorite people: Alan Merrill, the American who became a 1970s U.K. teen idol and wrote "I Love Rock and Roll" (and who still rocks with the best of 'em), and Dave Rave, the great Canadian singer-songwriter who has been a treasured friend for 19 years. While I was writing my book, whenever I was tempted to make generalized comments against men, I thought about Dave and it was impossible to be cynical. He always makes me feel like I'm special just for existing. Actually, I think he makes everybody feel that way; that's his charism.

11:55 PM  |

Zawahiri Christmas Greeting

Brilliant, surprisingly moving satire from Scott Ott (via The Judge Report):


11:21 PM  |

Handel with care

In a new article on National Review Online, several writers are quizzed on their favorite (or least favorite) Christmas music; I'm one of them.

So which tunes are my favorites? Here's a hint — though it's not really a tune:

"The Missus always fixes a plate of relish with them little carrot sticks. You know, olives, pickles, scallions. Most people call them green onions, but they're really scallions. Did you ever notice that Joe?"

10:51 AM  |

Barack on the wild side

From Saint Kansas (aka DJ Shatterglass), the singer of "Chastity Rome-Chick Blues," comes this carol for another Christmas:. He calls it "'The Little Drummer Boy,' rewritten for Our Saviour, the senator from Illinois."


8:39 AM  |

Not for women only

"This is as brutally honest a book as you are ever likely to read. But Ms Eden is a wonderful writer, this book's not very long and you can probably polish it off in a day or so. But take your time. There's a lot to think about on these pages. ...

"Is the book heavy on religion? Yes. And that's kind of the point since the theme of this book is that the world's way wasn't working for Dawn Eden. Is the book mainly aimed at younger women? Yes, but men should read it too. In fact, any single person who thinks that relationships can and should be infinitely greater than a Sex in the City episode can find much here to challenge and inspire them."

— From Webster Groves (Mo.) Public Library's review of The Thrill of the Chaste: Finding Fulfillment While Keeping Your Clothes On

2:16 AM  |

Jest in time for Christmas

Father Phil Bloom of Holy Family Parish in Seattle has already published his Christmas homily, "That Sacred Jest" — and I'm in it. But don't let that deter you from reading it, as it also has some excellent G.K. Chesterton quotes, including a poem.

UPDATE: With Father Bloom's permission, here is his homily in its entirety:

That Sacred Jest
(December 25, 2006)
Bottom line: A jest (joke) is the bringing together of opposites in an expected way. Christmas is the greatest jest and God wants us to be in on it.

The story is told about a priest who spent weeks preparing his Christmas homily. By Christmas eve he had it carefully written out. But the priest was nervous and - as was his custom - he took a shot of whiskey to calm his nerves. Well, this Christmas homily was a big one, so he took a second shot, and a third. He went into his bedroom to get dressed and when he came back to his study, the priest could not find the text of his homily. He began searching in all the desk drawers and shelves, but it was nowhere in sight. He searched for a half an hour. Nothing. It was getting close to time for the Christmas eve Mass. He knew he could not give the homily without the text in front of him. Finally, in desperation the priest lifted his eyes to heaven and prayed, "Lord, help me find my homily. If you do, I will never drink another drop of whiskey." When he looked down, there, right in front of him - as if by a miracle - he saw the homily. He lifted his eyes back up to heaven and said, "Never mind, Lord. I found it myself."

Now, I won’t tell you if that priest was me, but I wanted to begin with a humorous story because it ties in with the theme of this Christmas homily. The English writer, G.K. Chesterton referred to Christmas as a "sacred jest." A jest is a quick, playful joke. A joke involves bringing opposites together in an unexpected way. The little story, which I told, contained the contradiction between the priest's simple piety and his desire for another shot of whiskey. We laugh - or at least smile - because we recognize similar contradictory things inside ourselves.

Christmas brings together the greatest of all opposites: God, who surrenders his power to become a helpless infant. The One who lives in the freedom of eternity binds himself in time. God - a simple, unchangeable spirit - takes on corruptible human flesh. This is greatest jest of all. Chesterton expressed it in a memorable rhyme:

And on that sacred jest
the whole of Christianity doth rest.

When Chesterton said that Christianity is based on a joke, he does not mean that it is a made up story. No, it is a true story, based on real historical events, but the story involves the bringing together of opposites in a surprising, unexpected way. In order to be a Christian, a person needs a sense of humor. You can define a sense of humor as the ability to see through things, to get the point.

Now, I admit I don't have the greatest sense of humor. Sometimes other people are laughing and I am scratching my head trying to figure out what is so funny. Still, I hope that I can get the point behind Christmas. If I don't, it is not God's fault. He made the world transparent. But you and I need a sense of humor, that ability to see the reality behind visible things.

For some people a mountain is just a mountain and a sunset is just a sunset. They are content to analyze them as natural phenomena. But, really, there is a lot more to a mountain or a sunset! They can speak to us of beauty, majesty and glory - if we have a sense of poetry, which is first cousin to a sense of humor.

God created the world as a sort of jest. He does not *need* the world. In the same way, a joke or a jest is never strictly necessary - but it is a very good thing. Christmas is greatest jest of all. God did not need to become a man in order to save us, but what a beautiful jest it is!

If Christmas can make us laugh - or at least smile, we can start to see our own lives differently. We can laugh at ourselves and not take things so seriously. Last summer, when he was interviewed on German television, Pope Benedict talked about the importance of a sense of humor. During the interview the Holy Father made this this comment: "Humour is very important to me. I'm not one for making many jokes, but life shouldn't be taken too seriously. There is an old saying: angels can fly because they don't take themselves too heavy and seriously."

A girl from New York gave a lovely testimony to this. **Her name is Dawn Eden and she has written a remarkable book called The Thrill of the Chaste. The word is not "chase" as in pursuing someone, but "chaste", c-h-a-s-t-e, which refers to the reverence a person has for the gift of sexuality. The author is far from being Little Miss Muffet; Dawn is a thirty-something woman with a career in journalism. She quite honestly describes how in her twenties she used sex to try to escape loneliness, always hoping to hold a man long enough so they would become committed to each other. It did not work. It only brought her greater loneliness and cynicism. Dawn tells how she began to feel the world was a bitter joke and the joke was on her.

Brought up in a nominally Jewish home, Dawn had become an agnostic. Still, she was interested in the most famous Jew - Jesus. She had read the Gospels and considered him a good person. In October of 1999 everything changed - she recognized that Jesus was more than a man; he is truly God's Son. From that point her world became different. She realized that to follow Jesus meant she had to try to live what he said about the sacredness of sex. In her book The Thrill of the Chaste, she humorously and poignantly describes the challenge of living Jesus' words. She admits there is still loneliness and frustration, but it is different. Here is how she puts it:**

"I've realized that there is a difference between the loneliness and frustration I feel now and the kind I felt from my teens through my early thirties, before I had faith. Back then, I believed that life was a joke, and the joke was on me. Now, I realize that life is indeed a joke - and I'm in on it."

I think Dawn has captured some of the humor that Pope Benedict talked about. To see our lives as God's joke should make us smile - especially when we realize he wants us to be in on the joke.

Tonight we celebrate the most delightful joke of all, the sacred jest of Christmas. I believe you and I want to be in on it. We want to get the punch line, to know the purpose of our lives. As we come near the manger, why don’t we ask him for a good sense of humor - the ability to see the point, to take part in that sacred jest? I invite you to come with to Bethlehem to laugh - or at least to smile - before the Infant God.

To help us have that smile, that inner joy, I would like to conclude with a Christmas poem written by G.K. Chesterton. It describes how God became homeless so that you and I might find our true home in him:

There fared a mother driven forth
Out of an inn to roam;
In the place where she was homeless
All men are at home.
The crazy stable close at hand,
With shaking timber and shifting sand,
Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand
Than the square stones of Rome.

For men are homesick in their homes,
And strangers under the sun,
And they lay their heads in a foreign land
Whenever the day is done...

To an open house in the evening
Home shall all men come,
To an older place than Eden
And a taller town than Rome.
To the end of the way of the wandering star,
To the things that cannot be and that are,
To the place where God was homeless
And all men are at home.

**********

**Note for fellow homilists: For the Children's Christmas Mass you might want to replace the part inside the ** with this:


A girl from New York gave a lovely testimony to this. Her name is Dawn Eden. She was brought up in a nominally Jewish home and later became an agnostic. Still, she was interested in the most famous Jew of all - Jesus. She had read the Gospels and considered him a good person, but in October of 1999 everything changed. She recognized that Jesus is more than a mere man; he is truly God’s Son. Dawn has written a poignant book about her experiences trying to live Jesus' teachings. The book is titled The Thrill of the Chaste. In it she admits she still sometimes feels lonely and frustrated, but now it is different. This is what she said:

Spanish version

2:06 AM  |

Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Where the action is

Good morning! The blog action today is on my AmazonConnect blog; go to the Amazon page for The Thrill of the Chaste and scroll down to the latest blog entry, "God is a matchmaker."
1:18 AM 

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Power pop to the people

Here's one more clip from the one and only time I sang live with a rock band, when I fronted the Anderson Council at Maxwell's in August 2002. It's from the period I mention in my book when the chastity message was struggling unsuccessfully to make it from my brain to my heart. My skirts are a bit longer these days.



The backup singer in shorts is none other than Chris Butler of the Waitresses, whose "Christmas Wrapping" is all over the airwaves during this Advent season. He wrote the song I'm singing, "Sure Wish That He Wasn't Here," which he originally recorded with his studio group Kilopop!

After I left the stage, I went outside and burst into tears, convinced that I had made an utter fool of myself because my singing was so off-key. It wasn't until I watched the video that that I felt better about my performance, if not my voice.

11:47 PM  |