Monday, June 22, 2009

Look Upon My Works And Despair.

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

I read in a post last week that the Milwaukee chancery (pastoral center, bureaucratic hive, or whatever) is still named the Archbishop Weakland Center, and it was named this by Weakland himself. What an example of Christian humility, along with his image that he placed in the wreckovated cathedral! (When I was at Marquette, they moved the college seminarians to Marquette and their residence was named Weakland Hall--again by Weakland.) Word to the wise, don't name buildings after yourself (or even post your own picture in them, as is done in some parishes in my diocese). Name them after saints or at least deceased or retired figures worthy of admiration. Anything else is a shining example of narcissism. Between the misuse of funds, Weaklands constant dissent, and his recent self-revelations, there is more than ample cause to rename this building. (I suspect Archbishop Dolan didn't do it because he didn't what to pour salt on the diocesan wounds.)
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