Sunday, July 25, 2010
The Shroud Codex
The Shroud Codex is a work of fiction. It tells the story of Fr. Paul Bartholomew who dies in a car accident but is given the choice by God to return to earth should he accept the mission God wants to give him. The mission being to reveal the message embedded by Christ into the shroud. The story proceeds from there. I do not want to give much away should you decide to read it.
But here are my thoughts on this book. I am always very careful in what I choose to read, especially when it comes to religious fiction. As this book was backed by Bill Donahue of the Catholic League, I knew it was safe reading.
The story involves a lot of science, physics in particular, but you don't need to be a scientist to read this. What I found this book doing is reaffirming the fact that there is a connection between science and religion, that faith and reason do go hand in hand.
We have always been taught that God does not live in time, and that the Mass is the unbloody re~presentation of Calvary. To me that meant it was like God pulling back a veil allowing us to see 2000 years back. Aside from not wanting to give too much away, it is also difficult to summarize here.
Fr. Bartholomew also suffers the stigmata, and it is this that connects him to the Shroud of Turin.
I have never been too much into relics, and whether or not the shroud is actually the burial cloth of Our Lord does not affect my faith one way or another. I don't mean to sound flip or put down the veneration of relics. There certainly is a place for them. As for the shroud, the Catholic Church simply states that is is a relic worthy of veneration.
In this story, the shroud itself becomes one the characters as it is central to the storyline.
You can read Chapter 1 by following this link.
Read it for yourself, or share your thoughts if you already have.
Psalm 45: Canticle of Love to the King
My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer than the sons of men;
Grace is poured upon Your lips;
Therefore God has blessed You forever.
Gird Your sword on Your thigh, O Mighty One,
In Your splendor and Your majesty!
And in Your majesty ride on victoriously,
For the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness;
Let Your right hand teach You awesome things.
Your arrows are sharp;
The peoples fall under You;
Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.
Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;
Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad.
Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies;
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.