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St. Albert Magnus
(November 15)
by Roger B. Duncan
To understand the life of a busy man
of the Middle Ages like St. Albert the Great, it is important
to remember that at the high point of Catholic culture, Europe
was a great deal more of a single piece than it is now. We
may fly from Paris to Cologne in an hour; it would take St.
Albert a lot longer, but when he got to the university in
the new city he could teach and communicate in the same Latin
language he spoke in the last.
Born in 1206 in Lauingen in Swabia and entering the Dominican
Order at Padua in 1223, St. Albert made Germany the center
of the whirlwind of teaching, preaching, and administration
that took him back and forth between Cologne, Paris, and Rome.
He was bishop of Ratisbon for a while and preached a crusade
in Bohemia. Where he ever found time to complete his voluminous
writings or to acquire his immense learning in all fields
is anybody’s guess. Ulrich of Strasbourg called him
the marvel of his age.
Like many saints, and particularly like his most famous pupil,
St. Thomas Aquinas (Albert predicted that the bellowing of
that “dumb ox” would one day fill the world!),
Albert was always at the center of controversy. The struggle
to include the method of philosophical disputation (dialectic)
as a legitimate and necessary part of theology had been practically
won (over the opposition of some other great saints!), but
Albert was taking it further. Not only did he want to recognize
philosophy itself as a discipline distinct from theology (“Distinguish
to unite,” says Jacques Maritain), but he meant to do
it by way of the writings of Aristotle. As a result, he had
to work very hard to convince people, from Pope down, that
a sober assimilation of the truths understood and taught by
Aristotle would not lead to the heresies of some contemporary
Aristotelians, who denied the immorality of the soul and the
freedom of the will. Albert worked untiringly to claim Aristotle’s
truth for the Catholic faith to which he was so unreservedly
committed.
Bold commitment to the truth is the key to St. Albert’s
special sanctity. Truth comes in different forms, he taught:
some of it is specially revealed by God and is to be accepted
by faith; some of it is there for human reason to see and
demonstrate through its own God-given light (philosophy—the
existence of God and the immorality of the soul are in this
category, he taught); and some truth can be achieved only
through much experience and patient observation (natural sciences).
Against many who were suspicious of science, Albert showed
that all truth is God’s truth; truth about the migration
of animals, the color spectrum of rainbows, or the coats of
animals is precious because it speaks of God’s creation.
St. Albert rolled up his sleeves and got into all with a breadth
of interest astounding to us in this age of specialization.
We can only speculate on what this patron of the natural
sciences would be doing were he in the body in the twenty-first
century, but we must try to hear his voice within the communion
of saints. It is perhaps not overly fanciful to image him
urging us to avoid the idle spinning of the “theologians”
who would unravel the whole cloth of the faith, prodding us
to pursue theology and philosophy according to the mind of
St. Thomas, and, waiving a copy of Chaos or A
Brief History of Time, directing us to a renewed and
robust, though critical and philosophically informed, appreciation
of the wonders of creation in dialogue with our contemporaries.
What is certain is that he would tell us to love the truth
with all our hearts.
From the November 1988 issue of
Lay Witness.
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From Our Founder
How different the holy Church would be this very day if, years ago, we had
been filled with a spirit of humility and compunction, of patience and ready
obedience, with the spirit of the Publican, who stood afar off, not
venturing to raise his eyes to heaven, but only saying, “Lord, be merciful
to me, a sinner” (Lk. 18:13). Or if, like St. Paul, we had begun by saying,
from the bottom of our hearts, “Lord, what would you have me do?” Or if,
like St. Catherine of Siena, we had been able to cry: “Thanks be to Thee,
Eternal Father! . . . I was sick and you gave me . . . a medicine against a
secret infirmity that I knew not of, in this precept that in no way can I
judge any rational creature, and particularly Thy servants, upon whom oft
times I, as one blind and sick with this infirmity, passed judgment under
the pretext of Thy honor and the salvation of souls.”
H. Lyman Stebbins
March 1987
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