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Thursday 13 October 2022

I've Come from The Future to Rescue You.


“Where Superman’s cape was plain, 
adorned with only his S-brand
Marvel’s was flamboyantly decorated 
with gold trim and fleur-de-lys. 

He was wearing 
The Military Dress Uniform 
of A Regiment of 
Future Men and Women.




KRYTEN
Sir, we really must get down to the storage bay.  
Now, remember my message to us -- 
that is where we meet the Inquisitor 
for the final confrontation.

CAT
That's your plan?  We go out there and face him?  
Nice plan. Shall I paint a bullseye on my face?

LISTER
Listen, Kryten, I've been thinkin' about this, 
I've come up with  somethin'.

KRYTEN
Yes, sir?

LISTER
I'm gonna use my brains 
for the first time in my life.

KRYTEN
Considering the circumstances, sir, 
do you really believe that's wise?

LISTER
Gimme the time gauntlet.

KRYTEN gives it to him.

KRYTEN: 
But you don't know how to use it, sir!

LISTER: 
You'll have to shout out instructions, won't ya?

KRYTEN
Wouldn't it be simpler if I wore it?

LISTER
You can't wear it, Kryten!

KRYTEN
Why not?

LISTER
You're programmed not to Kill.




“Billy Batson, Good and True, has been selected to take the place of the retiring wizard, who has used his powers to protect humankind for the last three thousand years and wants a break. The transfer of power is accomplished when Billy speaks the wizard’s name — “Shazam!” — triggering a thunderclap and flash of lightning. In the swirling smoke of the ultimate conjuring trick stands a tall man in a cape. He wears a red militarystyle tunic with a chunky yellow lightning bolt on the chest. His cape is white with a high collar and braided yellow trim. He has a yellow sash around his waist, red tights, and yellow boots. (He wisely steers clear of the underpants-on-the-outside look.) With his slicked-back brilliantined hair, he looks like the boy Billy grown up, perfected. He looks, in actual fact, almost exactly like the actor Fred McMurray, upon whose features Charles Clarence Beck based those of his hero. His final task complete, the wizard slumps back in his throne, and the immense block of stone drops to smash his body flat. His spirit form haunts the panel like Obi-Wan Kenobi dispensing postmortem advice to the fledgling superhero.

  It’s a heady brew and it extends the potential of the superhero in the way that “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” pushed the prevailing idea of popular music into something unforeseen.

  The magic word was a concept that connected the hero to the basis of human speech; language, storytelling. Captain Marvel’s power came not from years in the gym or from his alien biology or his royal blood. His power came from a spell. He was a magician.

  I remember walking alone as a child, chanting every word in the dictionary in the hope of finding my own Shazam

Eventually, everybody searches for his or her own magic word: the diet, the relationship, the wisdom that might liberate us from the conventional into the extraordinary. That eternal human hope for transcendence gave the Captain Marvel strip rocket fuel.

  Shazam! has entered the culture as an Abracadabra or Hey Presto!—an all-purpose magical incantation. It was a word of enlightenment and personal transformation that accomplished, in a white-hot instant, what decades of Buddhist meditation could only point toward. His powers were the siddhis claimed by ultimate yogins. In the language of ceremonial magic, Shazam! summoned the holy guardian angel— the exalted future self — to come to one’s aid. When Billy’s natural curiosity got him into trouble, the word could summon Captain Marvel to deal with any and all consequences”














INQUISITOR
(In The INQUISITOR Voice) 
Enough!

The INQUISITOR opens 
The Mask again to reveal 
LISTER's face.

INQUISITOR: 
Well! Get out of THIS one, smeghead!

LISTER: 
What're you talkin' about?

INQUISITOR: 
You know what you coulda made 
of Your Life, if you tried.
What you coulda become.

LISTER: 
So?

INQUISITOR: 
You've got brains, man! 
Brains you've never used!

LISTER:
So?

INQUISITOR: 
So, then justify yourself!

LISTER: 
Spin on it!

The INQUISITOR closes his mask again 
and returns to his own voice.

INQUISITOR
The Inquisition is over. 
I have reached My Verdict.

LISTER, RIMMER, KRYTEN and CAT 
are now back standing together in The Hall.

INQUISITOR
Two of you have failed to become 
that which you might so easily have been. 
You have lived without merit, 
and so not lived at all!

The INQUISITOR zaps RIMMER and CAT 
with the green light, and they disappear.

LISTER
You scum!  You've wiped them out!


KRYTEN
(holding LISTER back) 
Sir!

LISTER: 
He's crazy, Kryten!
He's erased The Cat and Rimmer!

INQUISITOR
They are quite safe.

KRYTEN: 
Sir... I'm afraid it is we 
who are to be erased.

LISTER
Ah.
The INQUISITOR does something on his gauntlet, and chains appear linking KRYTEN and LISTER 
together at the ankles and the wrists.

LISTER
The Cat has lead a more worthwhile life 
than either of us?

INQUISITOR
He is a Shallow and Selfish Creature, 
as is The Hologram. 
By their own low standards, 
they have acquitted themselves.

Whereas you and the mechanoid 
could have been so much more.

The INQUISITOR surrounds them 
with the red-orange energy bubble.

LISTER: 
What's this?

KRYTEN: 
Best Guess: We are being surgically 
removed from time.  
Every memory of us, every action 
we ever performed is being dissolved.  
Our Lives are being undone.

INQUISITOR
It is Complete 
The time-lines are knitted.
Causality is healed.  
All that remains is to remove 
your physical forms from existence.

LISTER
Well, if you've got some amazing 
secret plan up your sleeve, Kryten, 
now's the time to mention it.

KRYTEN
No plan, sir.  
(Indicating his mechanoid arms
No sleeves.

Another KRYTEN appears 
behind The INQUISITOR.  

He is wearing A Gauntlet
like The INQUISITOR's.

FUTURE KRYTEN
Perfect!  Ah, now, What Do I Do Next?

FUTURE KRYTEN revs up a chainsaw 
and cuts off The INQUISITOR's Hand 
with The Gauntlet.  

While The INQUISITOR staggers around in pain, 
FUTURE KRYTEN kicks The Gauntlet 
to LISTER and KRYTEN.

FUTURE KRYTEN: 
Now, hurry! Take The Gauntlet and Go!

LISTER
What the smeg is goin' on?

FUTURE KRYTEN
I don't have time to explain!
I've come from The Future to rescue you.
Now you must go!  Hurry!

KRYTEN
What about me?  I mean... you... 
I mean... us?

FUTURE KRYTEN
I'm afraid we get killed.

KRYTEN: 
Killed?  How?

FUTURE KRYTEN
While I'm standing here explaining this to you, 
The Inquisitor jumps me 
from behind, like this : --

The INQUISITOR jumps FUTURE KRYTEN from behind and starts to crush his head against the wall.

FUTURE KRYTEN: 
I forgot to say, before you reach 
The Final Confrontation in The Storage Bay, 
you must have decoded The Gauntlet's controls.

LISTER
How? Can you give us a clue?

FUTURE KRYTEN: 
Well, I cannot explain --
For some bizarre reason 
My Final Words are "Enig."

LISTER
"Enig?!"

FUTURE KRYTEN
Yeah, enig--

There is a crunching noise as the INQUISITOR 
finally crushes FUTURE KRYTEN's head.  
The remaining KRYTEN begins 
to pull LISTER away down the corridor.

KRYTEN
Come on sir, we have to go!

LISTER: 
He's just killed you, Kryten!

KRYTEN
Sir! We have got to go!




Thursday 29 July 2021

We Live in an Age of Marvels





In Fair Philadelphia, we lay our scene, 
City of Brotherly Love :
Hey, Yo Baby-Creed, Rock-O, remember The Neighborhood!
Hey, Yo, Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince —
Spider Rico —
Hey there, Mick, Yo, Paulie —
Hey, Yo, Steps, Little Marie (from The Atomic Hoagie Stand) — Let The Be LIGHT!

Captain Marvel

No, not that one. 

Or The Other One. 

Or, the other, Other One, who was an imposter, but not in a bad way. 

Or, any one of The Girl Ones


Captain Marvel saves Mary from being hit by a snow plow 


Mary Bromfield : 
Oh, my God.

Captain Marvel : 
Mary... Mary, are you okay? 
Are you...

Mary Bromfield : 
How do you know My Name?

Captain Marvel : 
Uh... How do I know your name? 
Uh... One of my superpowers is 
name-guessing. 

Which is really weird, I bet. 

Uh, it's not as cool as super-strength or super-speed, but it's really helpful when I meet new people. 

Are you Hurt?

Mary Bromfield : 
No, I'm okay. 
Thank you

Um... I just need a second to think. 

This has been such a weird day.

Captain Marvel : 
Um, using my powers of super-observation, I see that you're holding a letter from a college in your hand. 

Are you upset because you didn't get in?

Mary Bromfield : 
[shakes her head, then nods]  
I got in.

Captain Marvel : 
Uh... well, now my superpowers are failing me and I am very confused.

Mary Bromfield : 
Yeah. Me too. I don't know. 

I know I should be excited 'cause This is My Dream and I've worked really, really hard for this, but it's like... 

I don't know. 

Leaving My Family does not feel fun, you know?

Captain Marvel : 
Could I, could I give you a little piece of advice? 
Don't be worried about Everybody Else. 
Always look out for Number One. 
Gandhi said that.

Mary Bromfield : 
I don't think he said that.

Captain Marvel :
Yeah, he did.

Mary Bromfield : 
Gandhi did not say….

Captain Marvel : 
Somebody like Gandhi said that.

Mary Bromfield : 
Take care of Number One?

Captain Marvel : 
It was a really Wise... 
It might've been Yoda. Listen...

Mary Bromfield : 
I'm sorry, no.

Captain Marvel :
Agree to Disagree. 

The Point is, 
You Do You, you know? 

You Gotta Look Out for You. 

And get as far away from this place as you can.

Mary Bromfield : 
I don't know if I want to.

Captain Marvel : 
Of course you do. 
What're you gonna do?
 
You're gonna live in a Group Home 
for the rest of your life?

[pause

Captain Marvel : 
Look, Families are for 
People Who can't Take Care of Themselves, okay? So... 

You Know, and You Can Take Care of Yourself. 

Also, Look Both Ways When You Cross The Street.

Thursday 11 April 2019

SPIRITUAL ADOPTION

"That's the sort of thing Grace would have said."

- The Elder


We’ve Passed on 
All We Know

A Thousand Generations 
Live on in You, Now —

But This is Your Fight.


All The Lonely People — 
Where Do They All Come From...?



"Again, as from our natural filiation many social relations crop up between us and the rest of the world, so our divine life and adoption establish manifold relations between the regenerate and adopted soul.

Adoption is the Work of Love. "What is adoption," says the Council of Frankfort, "if not a union of love?" 



It is, therefore, meet that it should be traced to, and terminate in, the intimate presence of the Spirit of Love. "




Orion: 
Okay. You say, 
‘Ryan,  I'm sorry. 

I've messed up. 
I haven't been good enough. 
I've let you down a lot. 

And I know that's made life hard for you. 
And if it meant that over the years, you ever felt lonely or abandoned or didn't know where to turn or who to talk to or how to be. 
Then I'm sorry. Cos... 

'Cos you mustn't ever think that you didn't deserve my love.’



(Everyone is asleep except Victoria, who has the gun. The Doctor yawns and Victoria turns the weapon on him. He raises his arms in surrender.

The Cosmic Hobo : 
I'm on your side, remember? 
Hey, why didn't you wake me? 
I should have been on watch half an hour ago. 

VICTORIA: 
I thought you should rest. 

The Cosmic Hobo : 
Why me? 

VICTORIA: 
No reason really. 

The Cosmic Hobo: 
....oh, I think I know. 
Is it because I'm -

VICTORIA: 
Well, if you ARE 450 years old, 
you need a great deal of sleep

The Cosmic Hobo : 
Well that's very considerate of you, Victoria, 
but between you and me — 
I'm really quite lively actually, 
all things being considered. 

(The Doctor takes the gun.

The Cosmic Hobo : 
Are you happy with us, Victoria? 

VICTORIA: 
Yes, I am. 
At least, I would be if My Father were here. 

The Cosmic Hobo
Yes, I know, I know. 

VICTORIA : 
I wonder what he would have thought if he could see me now -

The Cosmic Hobo : 
You miss him very much, don't you? 

VICTORIA :
It's only when I close my eyes -

I can still see him, standing there --
before those horrible Dalek creatures came to the house. 

He was a very kind man — 
I shall never forget him. Never. 

The Cosmic Hobo : 
No, of course you won't.

But, you know - 
The memory of him won't always be a sad one. 

VICTORIA: 
I think it will

You can't understand, being so ancient. 

The Cosmic Hobo : 
Eh?! 

VICTORIA: 
I mean ‘old.’

The Cosmic Hobo : 
Oh. 


VICTORIA: 
You probably can't even remember your family. 

The Cosmic Hobo : 
Oh yes, I can when I want to. 

And that's the point, really -
I have to really WANT to, 
To bring them back in front of my eyes -

The rest of the time they sleep in my mind, 
and I forget. 
And so will you. 

Oh, yes you will. 



You'll find there's so much else to think about. 

So remember, our lives are different to anybody else's. 
That's the exciting thing. 

There's nobody in THE UNIVERSE can do what we're doing. 

Now, you must get some sleep 
and let this Poor Old Man stay awake.



Old Grandfather : 
The girl, Vicki, now. 
Did you, did you bring her? 

BARBARA: 
Yes. 

Old Grandfather : 
Where? 

BARBARA: 
She’s waiting outside. 

Old Grandfather : 
Oh, I must get some fresh air. 
Yes, I want to have a talk with that child. 

IAN: 
Are you all right?

Old Grandfather : 
Yes, now don’t fuss especially, 
I’m quite all right, my boy. 
I’m quite all right. 

(The Doctor leaves

BARBARA: 
Ian, what about Vicki? 
I wish we could take her with us. 
Hmm? Well, we can’t leave her here, can we?

[Cave]

Old Grandfather : 
Thats about what happened, and that’s all. 

VICKI: 
Then Bennett murdered My Father. 
Then I’ve got nobody. 

Old Grandfather : 
My dear. 
My dear, why don’t you come with us, hmm? 

VICKI: 
In that old box? 

Old Grandfather : 
We can travel anywhere and everywhere in that old box as you call it. 
Regardless of Space and Time. 

VICKI: 
Then it is a time machine?

Old Grandfather : 
And if you like adventure, my dear, 
I can promise you an abundance of it. 
 
Apart from all that, well you’ll be amongst friends. 
Hmm? Well? 
 
Now, suppose I leave you here for a moment to think about it, hmm?

[TARDIS]

BARBARA: 
Doctor? 

Old Grandfather : 
Yes? 

BARBARA: 
We were talking about Vicki and we were wondering whether —

IAN: 
Yes, do you think er, Vicki —

Old Grandfather : 
Yes, yes, yes, 
I can see that we’ve all reached the same decision. 
 
Now, I suggest we try and get The Answer from The Child, hmm? 
 
Vicki? Vicki, my dear, come in. 

VICKI: 
But its huge! 
And, well, the outside is just, well...

BARBARA: 
Vicki, are you going to come with us? 

VICKI: 
Oh I, I’d like to. 
Yes, if you’ll have me.


(Steven and the Doctor leave their hiding place and rush to the TARDIS as the soldiers begin hammering on de Coligny's door.

OFFICER: 
Open up! In the King's name! 
Open this door! 

(The TARDIS leaves Paris as the carnage and the slaughter begins.)

[TARDIS]

STEVEN: 
Surely there was something we could have done? 

Old Grandfather : 
No, nothing. Nothing. 
In any case, I cannot change the course of history, you know that. 

The massacre continued for several days in Paris 
and then spread itself to other parts of France. 

Oh, what a senseless waste. 
What a terrible page of the past. 

STEVEN: 
Did they all die? 


Old Grandfather : 
Yes, most of them. 
About ten thousand in Paris alone. 

STEVEN: 
The Admiral? 

Old Grandfather : 
Yes. 

STEVEN: 
Nicholas? 
You had to leave Anne Chaplet there to die. 

Old Grandfather : 
Anne Chaplet? 

STEVEN: 
The girl! The girl who was with me! 
 
If you'd brought her with us she needn't have died. 
But no, you had to leave her there to be slaughtered. 

Old Grandfather : 
Well, it is possible of course she didn't die, 
and I was right to leave her. 



STEVEN: 
Possible? Look, how possible? 

That girl was already hunted by the Catholic guards. 

If they killed ten thousand how did they spare her? 

You don't know, do you? 
You can't say for certain that you weren't responsible for that girl's death. 

Old Grandfather : 
I was not responsible. 



STEVEN: 
Oh, no - You just sent her back to her aunt's house where the guards were waiting to catch her. 

I tell you this much, Doctor, 
wherever this machine of yours lands next I'm getting off

If your researches have so little regard for human life then I want no part of it. 




Old Grandfather : 
We've landed. Your mind is made up? 



(The TARDIS doors open.

STEVEN: 
Goodbye. 

Old Grandfather : 
My dear Steven, history sometimes gives us a terrible shock, 
and that is because we don't quite fully understand. 

Why should we? 


After all, we're all too small to realise its final pattern. 

Therefore don't try and judge it from where you stand. 

I was right to do as I did. 

Yes, that I firmly believe. 





(Steven leaves the TARDIS without another word.)

Old Grandfather : 
Even after all this time he cannot understand. 

I dare not change the course of history. 

Well, at least I taught him to take some precautions. 

He did remember to look at the scanner before he opened the doors. 



Now they're all gone. All gone. 


None of them could understand. 


Not even my little Susan, or Vicki. 



And as for Barbara and Chatterton. Chesterton. 


They were all too impatient to get back to their own time. 


And now, Steven. 

Perhaps I should go home, back to my own planet. 

But I can't. 

I can't. 







(The TARDIS has landed on Wimbledon Common in 1966. A young girl is running for help. She spots the police box at the roadside and dashes inside.

Old Grandfather : 
Who are you? 

DODO: 
Where's the telephone? 

Old Grandfather : 
What did you say?

DODO: 
The telephone. 
I've got to ring up. 

Old Grandfather : 
Oh, pull yourself together, child. 
I think you've made a mistake. 

DODO: 
Who are you? 
Are you the police? 

Old Grandfather : 
Oh, good gracious. 
Of course not. 

DODO: 
Well, this is a police box. 
It says so outside. 

Old Grandfather : 
Yes, yes. I know. 
But, er, it isn't, if you know what I mean. 
Now run along and find another police box. 
In any case, child, what do you want to do with the police? 

DODO: 
There's been an accident. 
A little boy's been hurt and I've got to phone the police. 

Old Grandfather :
 Oh, well, I'm afraid I can't help you. 
No, you must run along and phone the police somewhere else. 
And the same time phone for an ambulance.

DODO: 
Wait a minute, if this isn't a police box, what is it? And who are you?

Old Grandfather : 
Well, my dear, I'm a Doctor of Science, 
and this machine is for travelling through time and relative dimensions in space. 
Now you - 




DODO: 
Come again? 

Old Grandfather : 
Oh, never mind, my dear, never mind. Run along.

DODO: 
There's something odd going on here. 

Old Grandfather : 
Oh please, child. 

STEVEN: 
Doctor, quick! 
You've got to take off. 

Old Grandfather : 
Oh, so you've come back, my boy! 

STEVEN: 
Yes, yes, I've come back. 
We can't go into that now. 
There are two policemen coming over the common towards the TARDIS. 

Old Grandfather : 
Policemen? Coming here? 
Good gracious me! 
They'll want to use the telephone or something like it. 


(The TARDIS doors close and they dematerialise.

STEVEN: 
Oh, that was close. 

Old Grandfather : 
Well, tell me, young man, what made you change your mind? 

STEVEN: 
How did you get in here? 

DODO: 
On me feet, same as you did. 

STEVEN: 
Look, do you realise what's happening? 
We've taken off! We could land anywhere! 

DODO: 
We really travelling? 
Where to? 

STEVEN: 
But we're travelling in time and space. 
We're not on Earth any more. 
We could land anywhere, in any age. 

DODO: 
Tell us another one.

STEVEN: 
Doctor, how could you? 

Old Grandfather : 
What else could I do, dear boy? 
You don't want a couple of policemen aboard the TARDIS do you? 
You know, you're the most inconsistent young man? 
Just now you were telling me off for not having that Chaplet girl aboard! 

STEVEN: 
Ah, that was different! 
This is no joyride you know. 
You may never get home again. 

DODO: 
I don't care. 

STEVEN: 
What about your parents?

DODO: 
I haven't got any. 
I live with me great aunt, and she won't care if she never sees me again. 

Old Grandfather : 
There now, you see? 
All this fuss about nothing. 





 
 
But don't you think she looks rather like my grandchild Susan?

STEVEN: 
You forget, I've never met your granddaughter. 

Old Grandfather : 
Oh, no, no, no, no, of course not, no. 
Yes, but she does you know. 
What is your name, child? 

DODO : 
Dodo. 

Old Grandfather : 
What? 

DODO: 
It's Dorothea, really. 
Dorothea Chaplet. 

STEVEN: 
Chaplet? 
Yes, but you're not French, are you? 

DODO: 
Don't be daft. 
Me granddad was, though. 

STEVEN: 
Doctor, it's not possible is it? 
Chaplet? Anne's great, great -

Old Grandfather : 
Yes, yes, it is possible, my boy. 
Very possible. 
Welcome aboard the TARDIS, Miss Dorothea Chaplet. 

DODO: 
Dodo! 

Old Grandfather : 
Oh, my dear! My dear!

Next Episode - The Steel Sky


Spiritual Adoption :
(Latin adoptare, to choose.)

Adoption is the gratuitous taking of A Stranger as one's own child and heir





" According as the adopter is man or God, the adoption is styled human or divine, natural or supernatural

In the present instance there is question only of the divine — that adoption of man by God in virtue of which we become His sons and heirs. 

• Is this adoption only a figurative way of speaking? 

• Is there substantial authority to vouch for its reality? 

• What idea are we to form of its nature and constituents? 


A careful consideration of the presentation of Holy Scripture, of the teachings of Christian tradition, and of the theories set forth by theologians relative to our adopted sonship, will help to answer these questions.


The Old Testament, which St. Paul aptly compares to the state of childhood and bondage, contains no text that would point conclusively to our adoption. 

There were indeed saints in the days of the Old Law, and if there were saints there were also adopted children of God, for sanctity and adoption are inseparable effects of the same habitual grace. 

But as the Old Law did not possess the virtue of giving that grace, neither did it contain a clear intimation of supernatural adoption. 



Such sayings as those of Exodus (4:22), "Israel is my son, my firstborn", Osee (1:10), "Ye are the sons of the living God", and Romans (9:4), "Israelites to whom belongeth the adoption as of children", are not to be applied to any individual soul, for they were spoken of God's chosen people taken collectively.






It is in the New Testament, which marks the fullness of time and the advent of the Redeemer, that we must search for the revelation of this heaven-born privilege (cf. Galatians 4:1). 



"Son of God" is an expression of no infrequent use in the Synoptic Gospels, and as therein employed, the words apply both to Jesus and to ourselves. 



But whether, in the case of Jesus, this phrase points to Messiahship only, or would also include the idea of real divine filiation, is a matter of little consequence in our particular case. 





Surely in our case it cannot of itself afford us a sufficiently stable foundation on which to establish a valid claim to adopted sonship. 



As a matter of fact, when St. Matthew (5:9, 45) speaks of the "children of God", he means the peacemakers, and when he speaks of "children of your Father who is in Heaven", he means those who repay hatred with love, thereby implying throughout nothing more than a broad resemblance to, and moral union with God. 









The charter of our adoption is properly recorded by St. Paul (Romans 8; Ephesians 1; Galatians 4); St. John (Prologue and First Epistle 1:3); St. Peter (First Epistle 1); and St. James (Epistle 1). 

According to these several passages we are begotten, born of God. He is our Father, but in such wise that we may call ourselves, and truly are, His children, the members of His family, brothers of Jesus Christ with whom we partake of the Divine Nature and claim a share in the heavenly heritage. 





This divine filiation, together with the right of co-heritage, finds its source in God's own will and graceful condescension. 

When St. Paul, using a technical term borrowed from the Greeks, calls it adoption, we must interpret the word in a merely analogical sense. 

In general, the correct interpretation of the Scriptural concept of our adoption must follow the golden mean and locate itself midway between the Divine Sonship of Jesus on the one hand, and human adoption on the other — immeasurably below the former and above the latter. 



Human adoption may modify the social standing, but adds nothing to the intrinsic worth of an adopted child. 

Divine adoption, on the contrary, works inward, penetrating to the very core of our life, renovating enriching, transforming it into the likeness of Jesus, "the firstborn among many brethren". 



Of course it cannot be more than a likeness, an image of the Divine Original mirrored in our imperfect selves. 

There will ever be between our adoption and the filiation of Jesus the infinite distance which separates created grace from hypostatical union. 





And yet, that intimate and mysterious communion with Christ, and through Him with God, is the glory of our adopted sonship: "And the glory which thou hast given me, I have given to them — I in them and thou in me" (John 17:22, 23).




The oft-repeated emphasis which Holy Writ lays on our supernatural adoption won great popularity for that dogma in the early Church. 

Baptism, the laver of regeneration, became the occasion of a spontaneous expression of faith in our adopted sonship. 

The newly baptised were called infantes, irrespective of age. 

They assumed names which suggested the idea of adoption, such as Adeptus, Regeneratus, Renatus, Deigenitus, Theogonus, and the like. 

In the liturgical prayers for neophytes, some of which have survived even to our own day (e.g. the collect for Holy Saturday and the preface for Pentecost), the officiating prelate made it a sacred duty to remind them of this grace of adoption, and to call down from Heaven a like blessing on those who had not yet been so favoured. (See BAPTISM.) 

The Fathers dwell on this privilege which they are pleased to style deification. 

St. Irenæus (Adv. Haereses, iii, 17-19); St. Athanasius (Cont. Arianos, ii, 59); St. Cyril of Alexandria (Comment. on St. John, i, 13, 14); St. John Chrysostom (Homilies on St. Matthew, ii, 2); St. Augustine (Tracts 11 and 12 on St. John); St. Peter Chrysologus (Sermon 72 on the Lord's Prayer) — all seem willing to spend their eloquence on the sublimity of our adoption. 

For them it was an uncontradicted primal principle, an ever ready source of instruction for the faithful, as well as an argument against heretics such as the Arians, Macedonians, and Nestorians. 

The Son is truly God, else how could He deify us? 

The Holy Ghost is truly God, else how could His indwelling sanctify us? 

The Incarnation of the Logos is real, else how could our deification be real? 


Be the value of such arguments what it may, the fact of their having been used, and this to good effect, bears witness to the popularity and common acceptance of the dogma in those days.




Some writers, like Scheeben, go further still and look in the patristic writings for set theories regarding the constituent factor of our adoption. 

They claim that, while the Fathers of the East account for our supernatural sonship by the indwelling of the Holy Ghost, the Fathers of the West maintain that sanctifying grace is the real factor. Such a view is premature. 

True it is that St. Cyril lays special stress on the presence of the Holy Spirit in the soul of the just man, whereas St. Augustine is more partial towards grace. 

But it is equally true that neither speaks exclusively, much less pretends to lay down the causa formalis of adoption as we understand it today. 

In spite of all the catechetic and polemic uses to which the Fathers put this dogma, they left it in no clearer light than did their predecessors, the inspired writers of the distant past. The patristic sayings, like those of Holy Scripture, afford precious data for the framing of a theory, but that theory itself is the work of later ages.




What is the essential factor or formal cause of our supernatural adoption? 

This question was never seriously mooted previous to the scholastic period. 

The solutions it then received were to a great extent influenced by the then current theories on grace. 

Peter the Lombard, who identifies Grace and Charity with the Holy Ghost, was naturally brought to explain our adoption by the sole presence of the Spirit in the soul of the just, to the exclusion of any created and inherent God-given entity. 


The Nominalists and Scotus, though reluctantly admitting a created entity, nevertheless failed to see in it a valid factor of our divine adoption, and consequently had recourse to a divine positive enactment decreeing and receiving us as children of God and heirs of the Kingdom. 

Apart from these, a vast majority of the Schoolmen with Alexander Hales, Albert the Great, St. Bonaventure, and preeminently St. Thomas, pointed to habitual grace (an expression coined by Alexander) as the essential factor of our adopted sonship. 

For them the same inherent quality which gives new life and birth to the soul gives it also a new filiation. 

Says the Angel of the Schools (III:9:23, ad 3am), "The creature is assimilated to the Word of God in His Unity with the Father; and this is done by Grace and Charity. . . . Such a likeness perfects the idea of adoption, for to the like is due the same eternal heritage." (See GRACE.) 

This last view received the seal of the Council of Trent (sess. VI, c. vii, can. 11). 

The Council first identifies justification with adoption: "To become just and to be heir according to the hope of life everlasting" is one and the same thing. 

It then proceeds to give the real essence of justification. "Its sole formal cause is the justice of God, not that whereby He Himself is just, but that whereby He maketh us just." 

Furthermore, it repeatedly characterises the Grace of Justification and Adoption as "no mere extrinsic attribute or favour, but a gift inherent in our hearts." 


This teaching was still more forcibly emphasized in the Catechism of the Council of Trent (De Bapt., No. 50), and by the condemnation by Pius V of the forty-second proposition of Baius, the contradictory of which reads: "Justice is a Grace infused into the soul whereby Man is adopted into divine sonship." 

It would seem that the thoroughness with which the Council of Trent treated this doctrine should have precluded even the possibility of further discussion. 


Nevertheless the question came to the fore again with Leonard Leys (Lessius), 1623; Denis Pétau (Petavius), 1652; and Matthias Scheeben, 1888. 

According to their views, it could very well be that the unica causa formalis of the Council of Trent is not the complete cause of our adoption, and it is for this reason that they would make the indwelling of the Holy Ghost at least a partial constituent of divine sonship. 

Here we need waste no words in consideration of the singular idea of making the indwelling of the Holy Ghost an act proper to, and not merely an appropriation of, the Third Person of the Blessed Trinity. 

As to the main point at issue, if we carefully weigh the posthumous explanations given by Lessius; if we recall the fact that Petavius spoke of the matter under consideration rather en passant; and if we notice the care Scheeben takes to assert that grace is the essential factor of our adoption, the presence of the Holy Ghost being only an integral part and substantial complement of the same, there will be little room for alarm as to the orthodoxy of these distinguished writers. 

The innovation, however, was not happy. It did not blend with the obvious teaching of the Council of Trent. It ignored the terse interpretation given in the Catechism of the Council of Trent. It served only to complicate and obscure that simple and direct traditional theory, accounting for our regeneration and adoption by the selfsame factor. 


Still it had the advantage of throwing a stronger light upon the connotations of sanctifying grace, and of setting off in purer relief the relations of the sanctified and adopted soul with The Three Persons of the Blessed Trinity: with The Father, the Author and Giver of Grace; with the Incarnate Son, the meritorious Cause and Exemplar of our adoption; and especially with the Holy Ghost, the Bond of our union with God, and the infallible Pledge of our inheritance.

It also brought us back to the somewhat forgotten ethical lessons of our communion with the Triune God, and especially with the Holy Ghost, lessons so much insisted upon in ancient patristic literature and the inspired writings. 





"The Three Persons of the Blessed Trinity, the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost", says St. Augustine (Tract 76; In Joan), "come to us as long as we go to Them, They come with Their help, if we go with submission. They come with light, if we go to learn; They come to replenish, if we go to be filled, that our vision of Them be not from without but from within, and that Their indwelling in us be not fleeting but eternal." 

And St. Paul (1 Corinthians 3:16, 17), "Know you not that you are the temple of God and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you? But if any man violate the temple of God, him shall God destroy. For the temple of God is holy, which you are." 

From what has been said, it is manifest that our supernatural adoption is an immediate and necessary property of sanctifying grace. The primal concept of sanctifying grace is a new God-given and Godlike life superadded to our natural life. 

By that very life we are born to God even as the child to its parent, and thus we acquire a new filiation. 

This filiation is called adoption for two reasons: first, to distinguish it from the one natural filiation which belongs to Jesus; second, to emphasize the fact that we have it only through the free choice and merciful condescension of God. 

Again, as from our natural filiation many social relations crop up between us and the rest of the world, so our divine life and adoption establish manifold relations between the regenerate and adopted soul on the one hand, and the Triune God on the other. 



It was not without reason that Scripture and the Eastern Church singled out the Third Person of the Blessed Trinity as the special term of these higher relations. 

Adoption is the work of love. "What is adoption," says the Council of Frankfort, "if not a union of love?" 

It is, therefore, meet that it should be traced to, and terminate in, the intimate presence of the Spirit of Love.