A very nice reflection on our presence and history, from The Catholic Thing.
The only college in America where you can’t have a cell phone, but you can have a gun.” So runs the informal motto of Wyoming Catholic College in Lander. But the College’s administration is prudent both in the ancient sense – conformed to reality in its fullness – and in the contemporary sense, meaning aware of possible dangers. Hunting with firearms is prohibited on campus. Bow and arrow only.
I visited the college recently for the Fides et Ratio Seminar organized under the auspices of the Faith & Reason Institute, the parent institution of The Catholic Thing, both directed by Robert Royal. Superbly led by Professor Patrick Powers and Paul Jackson, also of Thomas More College in New Hampshire, the seminar draws Catholic educators and others for a week of intensive reading and discussion. A glorious week, both in the joy of intellectual endeavor with Catholic truth at the center, and in the splendor of God’s “first textbook,” as WCC’s new president, Kevin Roberts, describes the beauty around Lander.
As conditions for religious freedom and Catholic teaching continue to deteriorate in America, both will get a robust intellectual and (pardon my paranoia), if necessary, physical defense in central Wyoming.
Driving from the east coast to Lander, through what sophisticates call the “fly-over states,” I found other outposts of the one, true faith. In Europe or even formerly Spanish Florida it’s not surprising to find Catholic references and edifices. For me, at least, this journey through America brought some unexpected and refreshing delights.
The tone of the trip was set just before I left with a visit to the Benedictine Holy Cross Abbey in Berryville, Virginia, on the feast of St Benedict. Famed for its bakery, it occupies a lovely setting on the Shenandoah River. Many Catholics in the Washington area benefit from visits to this serene place. The prayers and work of the monks must send much needed holiness down the Shenandoah as it joins the Potomac and flows on into the belly of the beast. What happens to it there, I will not try to explain today.