Tuesday, October 29, 2013
All Saints - The Time Is Now!
During World War II a German widow hid Jewish refugees in her home. As her friends discovered the situation, they became extremely alarmed.
“You are risking your own well-being,” they told her.
I know that,” she said.
“Then why,” they demanded, “do you persist in this foolishness?”
“Her answer was stark and to the point.
“I am doing it,” she said, “because the time is now and I am here.”
Today we celebrate the feast of all Saints -those known and unknown women and men, and even children - who are called holy because their lives manifested the very holiness of God. And we do this today because the time is now and we are here.
These women and men are those who form “the great multitude of which no one can count, from every nation, race, people and tongue.”
In the early Christian Church the first saints were martyrs, virgins, hermits and monks who were declared holy by popular acclaim. Since the 16th century, when the modern saint-making process began, canonization was in the control of the popes and became a judicial process complete with evidence and cross-examination.
The person had to pass through a scrutiny of investigations and many proofs of miracles. Once proven, then an elaborate ceremony of canonization occurred. A feast day assigned, a Church and shrines were dedicated to the saint.
The person would be declared patron saint of a country, a diocese or other religious institutions. Statues and images would be struck, along with public prayers, relics venerated and possibly a Mass would be composed in the Saint’s honor.
In the times from these early centuries until now, those declared saints have contributed to God’s reign as artists, authors, founders/foundresses of religious orders, monks, martyrs, missionaries and mystics, bishops, popes, poets, peasants, and prophets, women and men religious, kings, queens, historians, and hermits, wives, husbands, reformers, scientists, theologians, teachers, virgins, children, widows, carpenters, shepherdesses and a thousand more paths in which these holy ones gave themselves as self gift.
They lived in times of turmoil and times of tranquility; they endured persecutions, wars, church councils, crusades, The Inquisition, the Protestant Reformation, the French Revolution, the Black Death, enemy occupation of their countries, and struggled with unjust government, church and social systems.
We may tend today to think of Saints as holy and pious people, sometimes irrelevant to our experience and often shown in pictures with halos above their heads with ecstatic gazes or surrounded by angels or holding a symbol particular to their story.
But today – saints are men and women like us who live ordinary lives and struggle with the ordinary and extraordinary problems of life. What makes them saints is their clear and unwavering focus on God and God’s people. And so we may ask, who are the holy ones for us today? And what does holiness look like in our time and place?
Are we not all called to holiness by our very Baptism?
The time is now and we are here.
It can be said that holiness is conditioned by socio-cultural and religious factors. In the early centuries, the martyr paradigm certainly was a manifestation of God’s holiness.
As one author remarks: For centuries the church has presented the human community with role models of greatness. We call them saints when what we really often mean to say is 'icon,' 'star,' 'hero,' ones so possessed by an internal vision of divine goodness that they give us a glimpse of the face of God in the center of the human. They give us
a taste of the possibilities of greatness in ourselves."
— Joan D. Chittister in A Passion for Life
And so in our age, when there is renewed awareness of the suffering of innocent people through human trafficking, or through the exploitation of third world countries, or through the tragic systematic death of peoples by means of torture, famine, and genocide, then we can be sure that the saints will be those who lives are spent working tirelessly to alleviate the suffering.
Because the time is now and they are here.
In an age when Christians are often confronted to choose between life and death for the sake of the Gospel, the saints will boldly choose life through the cost of death. Because the time is now and they are here.
In an age when there is a clash between human dignity of all and the restrictive power of a few over all, the saints will name the injustice and call it social sin.
Because the time is now and they are here.
In an age when there is an ecclesial restriction of gifts of the Spirit to some groups but not to others, the saints will witness to the freedom of the Spirit to give gifts as the Spirit chooses, regardless of restrictive laws about use of the gifts.
Because the time is now and they are here.
In an age when discrimination, elitism and oppression operates in society, in the government and in our Church, the saints will again proclaim the reign of God and be voice and heart, call and sign of the God whose design for this world is justice and mercy for all.
Because the time is now and they are here.
Because the nature of sainthood is an incarnational reality, the shape and form of holiness may change from age to age and culture to culture. But the Spirit of the Holy will continue to call people like all of us who are present and those beyond this faith community –
to witness to the freedom of the Spirit;
to run, to risk and wonder at our daring;
to boldly choose life through the cost of death; to confront the oppressors and marvel at our courage; and work tirelessly for the people of God as we proclaim God’s reign.
For it is God’s caring we witness and
God’s love we share
because the time is now and we are here.
Pre-Halloween Treats!
The Welcoming Prayer (by Father Thomas Keating)
Welcome, welcome, welcome.
I welcome everything that comes to me today
because I know it's for my healing.
I welcome all thoughts, feelings, emotions, persons,
situations, and conditions.
I let go of my desire for power and control.
I let go of my desire for affection, esteem,
approval and pleasure.
I let go of my desire for survival and security.
I let go of my desire to change any situation,
condition, person or myself.
I open to the love and presence of God and
God's action within. Amen.
The Serenity Prayer
(by Reinhold Niebuhr)
God grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things I can;
And wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
As it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
If I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
And supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
Amen.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
This is the hour . . .
The Hopi Nation Elders
You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour.
Now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour.
And there are things to be considered:
Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.
It is time to speak your Truth.
Create your community.
Be good to each other.
And do not look outside yourself for the leader.
This could be a good time!
There is a river flowing now very fast.
It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.
They will try to hold onto the shore.
They will feel they are being torn apart
and they will suffer greatly.
Know the river has its destination.
The elders say we must let go of the shore,
push off into the middle of the river,
keep our eyes open and our heads above the water.
See who is in there with you and celebrate.
At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally.
Least of all, ourselves.
For the moment that we do,
our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.
The time of the lone wolf is over.
Gather yourselves!
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary.
All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we've been waiting for.
You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour.
Now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour.
And there are things to be considered:
Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.
It is time to speak your Truth.
Create your community.
Be good to each other.
And do not look outside yourself for the leader.
This could be a good time!
There is a river flowing now very fast.
It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.
They will try to hold onto the shore.
They will feel they are being torn apart
and they will suffer greatly.
Know the river has its destination.
The elders say we must let go of the shore,
push off into the middle of the river,
keep our eyes open and our heads above the water.
See who is in there with you and celebrate.
At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally.
Least of all, ourselves.
For the moment that we do,
our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.
The time of the lone wolf is over.
Gather yourselves!
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary.
All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we've been waiting for.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Humble pride?
I’m gorgeous
inside!
There is a lovely Victorian house that I pass on my way to work each day. It has had a For $ale sign in the front yard for at least three months. Today as I passed by another sign was perched atop the For $ale sign. It read: I’m gorgeous inside! I thought this was a great sign – one that would entice me to stop, go within and validate its proclamation!
However, I thought it also was a great metaphor for what I experienced this past weekend. This weekend was the 50th reunion of my high school class. So I traveled to my home town and met up with about 40 classmates, their wives, husbands, and significant others. It was an absolute delight to meet with them once again after all these years.
There were often outbursts of laughter as people remembered experiences throughout our four years together. I found that as I went from group to group or person to person, I inquired about their personal lives. I was surprised by their candid remarks about their personal journeys. Upon my reflection on these encounters that were “up close and personal” – I felt that they had been holding their stories deep within their souls and were waiting for that certain someone to come along who would gently hold their story with them without judgment or surprise. I felt so honored to stand with them in their laughter and tears – I name these the joyful and sorrowful mysteries of their lives. Truly they were gorgeous inside – and it was a sacred moment especially after fifty years.
In this Sunday’s Gospel, Jesus tells a parable about the Pharisee and the tax collector. Jesus wants to teach his listeners a lesson about pride and the Pharisee gets to be the “bad guy” in the story. He has a prayer chuck full of all that he is and is not . . . and he is proud that he is not like others, especially tax collectors. He took up his position and spoke this prayer to himself “I thank you, God that I am not like the rest of humanity . . .” He thanks God for all his gifts. So what’s the hook in his prayer? He is proud of his humility before God and glad that others don’t have what he has and hopes that they don’t get it.
The second person in the parable is the tax collector who “stood off at a distance and would not even raise his eyes to heaven but beat his breast and prayed.” Being a tax collector was considered one of the worst jobs to have. As a Jew and tax collector, he was under the authority of “Big Brother” – the Roman Empire, of which all the tax monies funded the Empire and its territories. He had to be sure that the people pay him the taxes or else he gets no food, no place to live, no way to provide for his family, and no way to pay rent – he would be desperate. “This man is unclean. He works for Rome; he embodies, he displays, he makes present Rome’s power and authority. He has put his life in service to God’s enemy. It’s the most disgusting, dishonorable, unfaithful, thing anyone could do.” His place in the temple is not with the Pharisee but among the unclean. However, in his humble prayer, he doesn’t look up, he bows to the ground. He prays: “God, be merciful to me, a sinner!” He speaks his prayer with integrity and humility.
So are not both gorgeous inside?
However, the Pharisee’s vision is blurred by the illusion that the goodness and holiness he exhibits is only for him and he is proud of his humility. Let us ponder: have we ever had a prayer where we set ourselves off from the rest of humanity . . . and were proud of our humility? What prayer does he really need to pray?
Or have we prayed like the tax collector knowing what it is like to live on the margins in a community, a church, the government, etc.? What was the gift in the challenge of this experience?
Another Story:
One day a Rabbi, in a frenzy of religious passion, rushed in before the ark, fell to his knees, and started beating his breast, crying, “I’m nobody! I’m nobody!”
The cantor of the synagogue, impressed by this example of spiritual humility, joined the Rabbi on his knees. “I’m nobody! I’m nobody!”
The custodian, watching from the corner, couldn’t restrain himself, either, He joined the other two on his knees, calling out, “I’m nobody! I’m nobody!”
At which point the Rabbi, nudging the cantor with his elbow, pointed at the custodian and said, “Look who thinks he’s nobody.” (Chassid)
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Magnificent Autumn ~ Delicious Autumn ~ Wise Autumn!
O sacred season of Autumn, be my teacher, for I wish to learn the virtue of contentment. As I gaze upon your full-colored beauty, I sense all about you an at-homeness with your amber riches.
You are the season of retirement, of full barns and harvested fields. The cycle of growth has ceased, and the busy work of giving life is now completed. I sense in you no regrets; you've lived a full life.
I live in a society that is ever-restless, always eager for more mountains to climb, seeking happiness through more and more possessions. As a child of my culture, I am seldom truly at peace with what I have.
Teach me to take stock of what I have given and received; may I know that it’s enough, that my striving can cease in the abundance of God’s grace.
May I know the contentment that allows the totality of my energies to come to full flower. May I know that like you I am rich beyond measure.
As you, O Autumn, take pleasure in your great bounty, let me also take delight in the abundance of the simple things of life which are the true source of joy. With golden glow of peaceful contentment may I truly appreciate this autumn day. (Ed Hays, Prayers for a Planetary Pilgrim)
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O falling leaves of autumn, what mysteries of death you proclaim to my unwilling self.What eternal truths you disturb in the webbings of my protected heart
What wildness you evoke in the gusty dance of emptying winds
What mellow tenderness you bravely breathe in your required surrender
What challenge you engender through your painful twists and turnings
What howl of homelessness you shriek with your exile of departure
What daring task you evoke as you feed the hungry soil.
O falling leaves of autumn, with each stem that breaks, with each layer of perishing,
You teach me what is required, if I am to grow before I die. (Joyce Rupp, The Circle of Life)
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
God the judge? God the widow?
http://usccb.org/bible/readings/102013.cfm
“As theologian Martin Borg says in The God We Never Knew, ‘Tell me your image of God and I will tell you your theology.’ That's why the Inquisition knew the imagination was such a dangerous thing. . . .There are so many images of God in the Old and New Testaments that entire books have been written on this topic. Some of our evangelical brothers and sisters have gone through the Bible and come up with a list of over 230 names or images that are used for God . . .
For many Catholics, among the best impacts of Vatican II have been the many and varied biblical images of Father, Son, and Spirit that replace that of the rather stern policeman and judge which many people had for a long time. Today some people in the Church either cannot understand the fear that motivated many people in their faith, or else they argue that it is overstated. My friend Margaret is a foil for both positions.
In 1952, Margaret was the night charge nurse for the operating theaters in a large Catholic public hospital. The nuns worked six a.m. to six p.m.; Margaret worked six p.m. to six a.m. On Wednesday, February 27, 1952, she came off her twelve-hour shift having raced from case to case for the entire night. She was dead on her feet and starving. On arrival home at her apartment, Margaret cooked herself up a large plate of bacon and eggs and devoured it. As she finished her breakfast, her roommate walked through the door sporting a big black cross on her forehead. Jane had just been to six-thirty a.m. Mass on Ash Wednesday. Margaret had just consumed bacon on a day of fast and abstinence. Convinced she was in a state of serious mortal sin and seized by panic, Margaret says she raced to the bathroom and tried to make herself vomit. When that wasn’t successful, she very carefully caught the bus to St. Patrick’s Church, which was where the first confessions in town started at eight a.m. Margaret was not then, and is not now, a religious nut or a Catholic zealot. She was a very normal Catholic for her time. ‘I thought that if I died before I could get to the confessional box, I would go to my final judgment and God would say, ‘Look, Margaret, you have been a good Catholic, you’ve gone to Mass, said your prayers, and recited the Rosary. But what are we going to do about the bacon? I’m sorry, my dear, the bacon is a deal breaker, off to hell for you for all eternity.’ I really believed that I know it sounds crazy now, but when I told my nursing friends what had happened later that day, they all thought I had done the right thing. No one thought I was mad.’
Staying with this powerful and persuasive image, when we stand before God with the weakness and sinfulness of our own life, God will not settle old scores, take revenge, and exact retribution. Rather, God will be perfectly just and completely compassionate. How can I be so confident? Because that is the way Jesus acted with those he met, and this is the overwhelming picture he paints of God in heaven in the Gospels. Whatever image we find helpful in our prayer, we do not believe in a nasty God in heaven with the loving Jesus who came on earth and the emboldening Spirit who abides with us still.” (Richard Leonard, SJ ~ Why Bother Praying)
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“The first gift of struggle is the call to conversion – the call to think differently about who God is and about who I am as an individual. It calls us to think again about what life really means and how I go about being in the world. These are deeply spiritual questions that touch on our notions of God as well as on our ideas of ourselves.
To the patriarchal mind-set God is mighty warrior, stern judge, law-giving father, under whose dominion all things fall. To grow spiritually in the image of this God is to be in control, to conquer what is unacceptable in us and around us. To dominate at all costs. To get what is our due.
But there is another way to think about God. To the newly retrieved feminist mindset of nearly every spiritual tradition, God is not only caring father but birthing mother as well, who brings new life with the rising of every sun and the descent of every inner darkness. To grow spiritual in the image of our mother God is to be open to newness, to expect surprise, to understand pain, to sooth hurt, to nurture difference rather than to deny it.(Joan Chittister ~ Scarred by Struggle, Transformed by Hope)
So what is the Good News for us?
What is your image of God?
Let us pray:
The most essential factor is persistence - the determination never to allow your energy or enthusiasm to be dampened by the discouragement that must inevitably come. (James Whitcomb Riley)
Persistence is incredibly important. Persistence proves to the person you're trying to reach that you're passionate about something, that you really want something. (Norah O’Donnell)
For Courage by John O’Donohue
When the light around you lessens, and your thoughts darken until
Your body feels fear turn cold as a stone inside,
When you find yourself bereft of any belief in yourself
And all you unknowingly leaned on has fallen,
When one voice commands your whole heart, and it is raven dark,
Steady yourself and see that it is your own thinking that darkens your world,
Search and you will find a diamond-thought of light,
Know that you are not alone and that this darkness has purpose; gradually it will school your eyes
To find the one gift your life requires, hidden within this night-corner.
Invoke the learning of every suffering you have suffered.
Close your eyes. Gather all the kindling about your heart to create one spark,
That is all you need to nourish the flame that will cleanse the dark
Of its weight of festered fear.
A new confidence will come alive, to urge you toward higher ground
Where your imagination will learn to engage difficulty
As its most rewarding threshold!
Monday, October 14, 2013
Doctor Teresa!
Tomorrow is the celebration of Teresa of Avila. I’d like to direct you to my blog posting from last year – Friday, October 12, 2012. http://csavocations.blogspot.com/2012/10/meet-doctor-teresa_12.html It has some great links and prayers to celebrate this courageous, creative, and faith-filled woman.
One of my favorite pieces from her writings was at the time that she was praying to God asking for a new monastery and that she expected God to help her find one. She writes: “God told me: ‘I have already heard you; leave it to me.’”
So let us place our needs into the care of Teresa – and await God’s response – I HAVE ALREADY HEARD YOU- LEAVE IT TO ME!
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