It’s hard to be a faithful and faith-filled Catholic these days. The church’s position on so many hot-button topics dances over and above political camps, but really boils down to one thing: the inherent dignity of all souls, created in the image and likeness of God. That’s the driving force in all of her intellectual moral tradition. Life in the womb? Protect it. Marriage between a man and a woman? Hold it sacred. Migrants and immigrants? Treat them well. Gender ideologies? Promote a range of God-bestowed attributes of male and female. Euthanasia? Stop it. All of these topics deserve space for clarifying remarks, but a 350-word column isn’t it. Want to know more? Check out the Catechism – the ‘why’ and the nuances are all there. So what’s a girl to do in mid-September as the political fog thickens and darkens? As Isaiah’s “beatings and pluckings and spittings” occur? As the psalmist’s “cords of the culture-of-death encompass” me? Simple. Recall the suffering of Jesus, the truth of the Gospels, the steadfastness of Our Lady, and the wisdom of the Church’s teachings. Repent of my own failings and inaction. Reject the whispers of Satan. Deny myself, my own grandiose opinions, personal ambitions, vainglory, and self-assuredness. Follow the ways of the Lord and the wisdom of the Holy Spirit as it prunes, reorients, and renovates my heart toward orthodoxy (correct belief). Put my faith into concrete deeds (orthopraxy – correct action) in Hastings and Mahtomedi. Boast only of Christ crucified and risen, and that my redemption only in Him. Endure my cross, recalling that suffering has merit in the-beautiful-Beyond. Start each day with a grateful heart. Commit to a daily corporeal or spiritual work of mercy. Attend our Holy Hour each Tuesday. Accept insults and respond only with grace. Go to confession when I fail. Receive the grace of Eucharist as often as possible. The last stanza of our psalm today says it best: “For he has freed my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling. I shall walk before the Lord in the land of the living.” #walkwithJesus
Josef Ratzinger (Pope Benedict XVI) gave a radio broadcast which many in the church-world now ponder. I wonder if he was meditating on today’s readings when he said these words: “From the crisis of today the Church of tomorrow will emerge—a Church that has lost much. She will become small and will have to start afresh more or less from the beginning. She will no longer be able to inhabit many of the edifices she built in prosperity. As the number of her adherents diminishes, so she will lose many of her social privileges. As a small society, it will make much bigger demands on the initiative of her individual members. It will be hard going for the Church, for the process of crystallization and clarification will cost her much valuable energy. [Isaiah: “Say to those who hearts are frightened: Be strong, fear not!”]
The process will be all the more arduous, for sectarian narrow-mindedness as well as pompous self will have to be shed. One may predict that all of this will take time. The process will be long and wearisome. And so it seems certain to me that the Church is facing very hard times… We will have to count on terrific upheavals. But when the trial of this sifting is past, a great power will flow from a more spiritualized and simplified Church. [Psalmist: “Praise the Lord, my soul”]
But I am equally certain about what will remain at the end: not the Church of the political cult, which is dead already, but the Church of faith. She may no longer be the dominant social power to the extent that she was until recently; but she will enjoy a fresh blossoming and be seen as man’s home, where he will find life and hope beyond death.” [Psalmist/James, on how we will act]
Jesus will heal us, only if we repent of our self-bravado and self-will and beg him too open our ears with his Word and his grace.
Everything Ratinzger said in 1969 is coming to pass. But fear not, for we will drink deeply of the fresh blossoming of grace and hope. #blossomandgrow
I wished that we would have the “Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart” verse for this Labor Day weekend but alas, we do not. Instead, we get something far more difficult and penetrating… assessing the state of our souls. Since we are about 8 weeks out from Election Day, these readings say it all. For those who know me well, I am a-political… meaning I’d put a sign in my yard only if it said, “Jesus for President,” which it wouldn’t, since Jesus didn’t give a whit about upending the political landscape back in the day. He let the Romans, Pharisees, and Sadducees duke it out in the ugliest of ways, and allowed the political roles to stand. You see, Jesus preferred to change hardened hearts over public policy. Which is the core of the readings today. It’s not human-tradition-law that changes the way people behave, it’s what people believe in their hearts. We have statutes and decrees preventing folks from murdering others (Deuteronomy), but prisons are full of folks convicted of murder and culture promotes the ending of life in the womb. We have moral directives against swearing, lying, stealing, unchastity, and greed (10 Commandments), but some Catholics use profanity, lie, steal, contracept/cohabitate, and pursue inordinate wealth with reckless abandon. They are neither “hearers nor doers” of the word (James). They “disregard God’s commandment but cling to human tradition” (Jesus). What will change them? Jesus believed that only by changing the heart will actions change. Focus on internal spiritual development to change the external behavior. If others find us emulating Goodness, speaking the Truth in love, and encountering Beauty in our domestic and public churches, then we have a shot at changing hearts. That’s what we want of you: to desire Jesus in the Eucharist and let Him define your actions, teach and live out our moral Truths, and nurture relationships inside and outside the faith (be a witness). It’s why we’ve been changing things up and doing-the-things we do. #learnfromJesus
One might be tempted to think that our readings this weekend are better suited to February than August, for the theme is love. The Israelites pledge their love and obedience to the Lord, the psalmist asks us to ponder the goodness of this loving life in Christ, and Paul writes to the Ephesians about the love between husbands and wives and its relationship to the Church proper. And why does Jesus give us the Eucharist? Out of love, naturally. It’s a beautiful thing, this thing called love. The funny thing is… like the followers who don’t understand the mystery of Eucharist, people walk away from Love Incarnate, because the sayings of the Church are just too hard. The great English evangelist GK Chesterton wrote famously, “It's not that Christianity has been tried and been found wanting, but that it's been found difficult and left untried.” We know people who have chosen to serve other gods, who have opted to not see the marital love between a man and a woman as God’s design, or who have walked away from the Church because her teachings don’t align with their lifestyles or ideas about the way the world should work. When following the words and teachings of Jesus make life challenging, it’s tempting to walk away. I get it. I’ve been there. There’s no way around it, Jesus and his Church ask us to do some pretty hard things. We’re to put our own “feelings” and “personal preferences/gods” aside and step into the Beauty of Faith. We are called to align our lives to the laws of the Gospel, not the legislation of the government. We are to live like disciples of Jesus, not followers of culture. Like the Israelites, we are to leave behind the false gods of entertainment/politics and follow Jesus. Like the Ephesians, we are reminded that Jesus founded the Church in love and that every home is the domestic Church. And like Jesus said, we are to partake in the mystery of his body each Sunday, allowing Love Incarnate to light and guide our lives. It’s not going to be easy. But it’s worth it. #Masterwhereshallwego?
Last week I wrote an imaginative piece on life in Ephesus at the time Paul was writing to his letters. A metropolis of about 200,000 people, economically prosperous and profit-oriented, the Ephesians also adored and honored the goddess Artemis, who ruled over both women and wild animals; her massive and ornate Temple is one of the Seven Wonders of the ancient world. Ephesus housed a formidable library, two huge coliseums, a number of gymnasiums, and public bath houses. Its inhabitants flocked to the public parks and marketplaces. Athletic coaches were paid from public funds to train youth, and personal appearance (physique) was lauded. Pagan rituals dominated social, political, and personal practices; courts and homes alike had statues and shrines to a favored god. The wealthy held sway, the poor did not. Into this world, the early followers of Jesus worked and lived. It cannot be overstated how different the Christians were, not just in belief but in character, dress, and manner. The University of Mary (Bismark) published “From Christendom to the Apostolic Age,” which makes the case that we no longer live in a world led by faith (Christendom), but rather a world hostile to Christianity (Apostolic Age). We now live in a world more in common with ancient Ephesus than we do with the 1940’s In-God-We-Trust America. That is our reality. It’s the role of the church not to move with the world, but to move the world. We are called not to fit in but to stand out. Yes, we need to go out and meet-people-where-they-are, but we are also mandated to lead them into a-life-worth-dying-for, which is a life in Christ. That takes the wisdom of Proverbs and the grace of Jesus in the Eucharist. Back to the theme at hand. Do you look like a follower of Jesus? Do you use gentle words and encouraging actions? Do you routinely thank the Lord for his providence and ask for his direction? Do you align your daily rhythm so that you are able to visit Our Lord? If someone characterized your life, would they find you an Ephesian or a Christian? #optics
Ephesus, 60AD To my dear sister in Rome: All grace and peace of Christ to you! It’s been a difficult time for us here in Ephesus. Our city swells with pagan women here to worship Artemis. Our gymnasiums, agoras, and theatres draw these women in by boasting of mysterious rituals which promise fertility, an easy and successful childbirth, or protection of their young daughters from an unwanted or violent marriage. A special sunrise “hunt” is to begin at her Temple tomorrow, as she is also the goddess of wild animals, so you can imagine our distress. Men dressed as wild beasts will be free to roam and ravage us women in public view, and to carry our young girls off to her Temple for their horrible rituals. Such fury, anger, and malice will be unleashed at this time, yes, even encouraged! All manner of mayhem will be upon us! It is a bitter, harsh, and brutal time, so we beg your prayers in the name of Our Lord! Our only consolation is the recent letter we received from our beloved Paul. He reminds us that in our new lives we are to be an example for everyone: kind, compassionate, and forgiving of the offenses given us, as Jesus the Christ has forgiven us. He asks us to be imitators of God, living in gentle love as his children. And to participate in the agape meal, which is truly his flesh for the life of the world, bestowing within us grace and strength for this new Way. As you well know, his Way is difficult but so beautiful! We often speak of our new Way to the pagan women we meet; many leave their ways behind to join us and we welcome them in sisterly friendship and all equality! While is true that death often awaits us because of this faith in Jesus the Christ, we know we shall all be united in eternal life! Such sweetness and joy! When you visit Paul in prison, tell him his letter has given us abundant hope. We pray for you all every day. Your sister in Christ
Be still my heart. We are entering into a three week sojourn into John’s Bread of Life discourse, where Eucharist is at the heart of the matter. I’ve often said that if you want a mini-lesson on what Catholics believe, read Luke 6 and John 6. So. Good. One hardly needs more to know what is important to Jesus and therefore necessary for us. In the readings today, people are grumbling. Living a truly faith-oriented life is hard and sometimes it’s just not fair. The Israelites have quickly run out of food while following Moses into the wilderness of Sin [Ex 16:1!]. The Ephesians need some words-of-wisdom amidst the weariness of the day-to-day Christian life. The general populace hanging around the Sea of Galilee are still hungry despite the earthly bread Jesus just gave them the day before. Everyone is looking for something to fulfill their deepest desire, and as they say, some things never change. The problem is, we sometimes look in all the wrong places. Or maybe in all the right places, but expecting a different outcome. And we, like the Israelites and Jews, complain to God, “What is this?” You see, we might look to fill our desires and quench our frustrations at the Froth & Cork counter, CUB Liquors, or the Confluence’s dinner menu. Or maybe at Amazon or Shop QVC or the secret places we only confess in private. We might even look for direction and fulfillment in the homilies of our hometown priest, Relevant Radio, or Catholic podcast. Any of those things – good, bad, or indifferent – are not going to satisfy us in the long run. Sure, they might leave us feeling good for a period of time or draw us within steps of the Lord, but we’ll always be not… quite… there, like Jasper Philipsen in the first nine stages of the Tour de France. What we really need in our lives… is Jesus. And where we abide-in-him-and-he-in-us is in the Eucharist at Mass. We shouldn’t be missing Mass to do other things, we should be missing other things to attend Mass! Everything else is simply… unsatisfying. #getoutofthegrumblezone
We pick up from last week’s Gospel prelude and enter into the miracle of Jesus feeding the five thousand. But before we get there, we are prepped by Elisha’s miracle of feeding the hundred. Elisha is a delightful prophet who shows up in the second Book-of-the-Kings as the replacement for the magnificent Elijah. The Lord has drawn Elijah home while Elisha watches, terrified and grieving. Elisha picks up Elijah’s mantle and is welcomed as the new spiritual leader. Elisha’s home base is Gilgal, an important religious city in the Northern Kingdom. It’s the first place the Israelite’s camp after crossing into the Promised Land and the first place they celebrate a Passover. King Saul is crowned and un-crowned there. At this moment in time, however, a famine covers the entire region. Famine is one of those calamities which provide enemies an easy win; armies - and the men who make them up - are weak, a King’s focus is not on its borders, and, the pièce de resistance, everyone wonders whose great sin is being punished. Here stands the newly ordained prophet Elisha in the midst of a major catastrophe, ripe with physical and spiritual minefields. What to do, what to do? Sound familiar? Ever been in a situation out of your own control but with an outcome that determines what-comes-next for you personally? Then you know how Elisha – and Jesus – feels at this moment. Neither of them created the problem at hand, but how they deal with it determines what-comes-next for both of them. So. How does one behave during such a time? Like Elisha, Jesus, and St. Paul… with humility, gentleness, patience, truth, peace and love. Paul does not say to hit the panic button, wring your hands in anxiety, start barking orders, or play if-then scenarios throughout the night. Nope. Stay calm. Be hopeful. Let the Lord God have space and time to work. Look for the random folks bearing small gifts. As we ponder these readings on this day of rest, I wonder… how can we be small gift-givers to someone in desperate need? #changealife
I saw a wee soul skipping into Mass a couple of weeks ago. Intent. Happy. Smiling. Hold that image, please. In today’s Gospel, our intrepid disciples have just returned from their two-by-two sojourn, expelling demons and curing the sick. They are excitedly exhausted from living life hard on the road. The first thing they do upon returning is gather around Jesus to let him know how it went and how it felt to preach, teach, and heal in his name. I imagine them all talking at once sometimes, taking turns at others, constantly looking in their Teacher’s eyes. Jesus sees the happy weariness and intimately knows they now need to rest. Alas. The word is out: Healing is possible – and probable – outside of medical or religious circles. In a world without antibiotics, suspect medical treatments, and the notion that all illness is brought upon by sinful behavior, Jesus and his disciples are the men to see for relief from long-term ailments and deformity. And just how many men, women and children seek our weary boys? “Vast crowds.” We don’t hear it in today’s telling, but this little vignette is the set up for the feeding of the five thousand. Vast. Crowds. Indeed. All spiritually and physically hungry for what the Lord has to say and what he might do for them. So hungry that they neglect to bring food from home. They ran to Jesus without care or thought of the future, making their way towards the area they thought he would end up. In the Greek, this word “hastened/hurried” can also be translated “ran together.” They ran together, hurrying, talking, excited to be with Jesus. What about us? Are you hungry enough for the Lord in the Eucharist that you make your way intently over hill-and-dale without thought of internal or external obstacles? Do you sit on the edge of your pew ready to hear Jesus’ words and how they apply to your life? How do you come to meet Jesus? Intent? Happy? Smiling? Reverent with heart-beat skipping? We’re all in desperate need
Today’s readings spell out the difficulties of people who love and preach the faith. Amos has a difficult mission from the Lord, as he must speak the Lord’s harsh words to a thriving Northern Kingdom culture. You see, under King Jeroboam II, things are going really, really well for God’s chosen people. A strong military force prevents invasion, a market-driven commerce mentality prospers, and a theocracy which holds the monotheistic Lord God as its deity flourishes. In short, their military prowess, economic prosperity, and faith practice are exquisite and admired by both allies and enemies. So why would the Lord send Amos to bear words of doom-and-gloom? Because all is not as it appears. Under the surface of success is a thriving oppression of the poor for the benefit of the wealthy, an abhorrent immorality including idolatry, child sacrifice, temple prostitution, and a shallow religious practice stripped of any real faith. [Sound familiar? Whenever we read the book of Amos, I hear the warning bells for today!] Amos’ consequence for giving the wake-up call? He’s thrown out of the temple and banished from the Kingdom. It’s not too different for St. Paul. Our uber-evangelist writes to the Christians of Ephesus reminding them that the Lord has revealed his Truth with perfect wisdom and keen insight into human nature, so that God’s will can be done on earth as it is in heaven. Paul knows that preaching “Jesus, repentance, and redemption” is not an easy gig, but it is precisely for this task he is chosen. Us too. Jesus lets us know speaking the Truth in love (evangelization) is not going to be easy. There will be those who refuse to listen and welcome us - and Jesus’ message – into their midst. It’s the repentance part that seems to be the hang-up; folks happily love on Jesus and ponder the halls of heaven, but changing their lives to follow the rules He set forth in all wisdom and insight? Mmmmm. Not so much. Like the Northern Kingdom, they’d rather reject Jesus than change. That’s the devastating reality for Amos, Paul, Jesus… and the rest of us. #keepevangelzinganyway
My recently-retired husband and I drove out to Wyoming in mid-June, excited to fulfil our Grandparent roles. The best part of that adventure is that my daughter and her Beloved planned their first post-baby get-away to Colorado while we were there, so we had their beautiful little soul all to ourselves for three entire days. Sigh. Heaven-on-earth. Just before I left, however, Fr. Dave and I had a meeting with our Evangelical Catholic contact, Josh. We articulated our desire to be a parish-on-mission, where everyone is a joyful disciple who makes Jesus Christ known and loved in their particular circles of influence. We talked about how that might look. Josh gave us this analogy: “You’ve heard of Buc-ee’s, the famous Texan gas station, right? There’s a hundred gas pumps to fill up the tank and a clean-and-aesthetically-pleasing store full of things you can’t get anywhere else. It’s an amazing experience and people love it. But it’s not the destination. Hanging out or spending the night would be weird. It’s simply a pit-stop to fill the tank, to get where you’re really going. That’s what you want to be. A Buc-ee’s.” He’s spot on, you know. We make a pit-stop at Sunday Mass in order to be filled-up with the Word of God, grace from the Eucharist, and topped off by the power of the Holy Spirit. We find peace, joy, and friendships we can’t get anywhere else. Then we leave the parking lot to continue our journey as a witness to Jesus and his Church. We stop here each Sunday only to fill our spiritual tank with the grace and power necessary to change ourselves and others we come in contact with… to draw souls closer to Jesus and the Church he founded. We receive the strength to counter those who scoff (the Gospel) and to overcome any internal weakness (second reading), in order to encounter and convert a culture who has rebelled against God (first reading). As the Lord would have it, Buc-ee’s opened a station in Colorado and my daughter bought us a Buc-ee’s mug, unaware of the previous conversation. It’s a sign. #belikeBuc-ee’s
My daughter, Monica, had a room in her home that she called The Room of Lies. It’s where she put stuff and said, “We’ll use this someday.” or “I’ll deal with this tomorrow,” knowing neither were true. This room doubled as her guest room, so our visit caused her to look her Lies square in the face for what they were. Our readings today are like that but with Death as our focus, although one could argue that Satan is the Ultimate Liar. But clearing out this room is a necessary part of our transformation. What needs to die in us so that we may fully live, making room for relationships of Goodness, Truth, and Beauty? The Wisdom reading sets us off by reminding us that sin entered our beautiful and perfect dwelling place because of envy… the devil envied the work and be-ing of God and wanted to take away from God what belonged to Him. That’s the difference between envy and inspiration, you know. Envy is wanting what someone else has so they can’t have it. Inspiration is wanting to be just like someone; they keep what they have and you do to. We are inspired by the saints, not jealous of them. Who knows what might have happened if Satan was inspired by God instead of envious! But now, sin and death exist, so what to do? St. Paul says that we should become poor in spirit (and wealth) in order to be more like Jesus, in that our abundance supplies others’ needs. Again the question is posed: What vice needs to die in us so that we may live, inspiring others to be joyful disciples? Jesus raises Jarius’ daughter and cures a hemorrhaging woman, both of whom encountered death; the daughter in physical death and the woman in cultural ostracization. Jesus restores them both to new life. He has that kind of power. A complete restoration. A full renovation. He’s promised to knock down all sorts of barriers and tear out all kinds of negative outlets for us, in order to build something beautiful for God. Is Jesus your general contractor? #buildanabundantlife
Storms. They tend to enter our lives without much warning, having little time to prepare, and leave a swath of devastation in the aftermath. Throughout the process, we ask the questions: Why me? Why my beloved? Why now? Why allow this? Job wonders the very same things. His three friends say it’s because he has some hidden sin… since God blesses the righteous and heaps harm upon the unjust, Job must have done something wrong. But we know this is untrue, having insider information from the opening lines: God allows Satan to harass Job, in order to show him that faith is not dependent on the weather forecast. The faithful believe and trust in the Triune God whether our lives are a delightful day at the beach or a stormy night on the sea. That sentence is simple to type and easy to agree with, but very hard in practice. Both Job and our boys-in-the-boat are distraught over their sudden changes; what was predictable and comfortable is left behind, and they are now immersed in the unpredictability and uncomfortableness of life. Unlike Job and our disciples, we have some warning right now that a storm is approaching, and I am not only speaker of the presidential election cycle. We’re about to embark on a “divine renovation” of our sacred space this August, where we will walk in the midst of the unpredictable and uncomfortable. Merriam-Webster defines renovation as ‘a renewing by cleansing, repairing, or rebuilding,’ which is an excellent choice of words. This renovation will not just about our physical spaces and structures, but most importantly, the state of our souls. There will be an awful lot of change coming and the question to answer is not “Why us?” but “Where is the Lord taking us?” That answer is as wide as it is deep. It is as creative as it is multifaceted. It is as full of joy and hope as it is filled with expectation. Let’s take our cue and attitude from St. Paul, writing about the transformation of Corinth: “the old things have passes away; behold, new things have come.” #renovationofsacredspaces
The ordinary time readings today are all over seeds and straplings, which is perfect for a Father’s Day reflection. You see, men raising sons and daughters is a little like God the Father raising us. Okay, a LOT like that. From Ezekiel we learn that the Lord God takes a tender male shoot from his soul garden, plants it in a sacred space [the womb], and watches it grow in might, strength, and majesty. Eventually it branches out [gets married], bears fruit [children], and all kinds of creatures come to find nourishment and safety [friends]. All of the other trees [people] know that its wisdom and grace come from the Lord God, high above and deep within. For this, like the psalmist, we are grateful for the gift of fatherhood, for those who wear kindness and faithfulness well and whose families flourish like the cedars of Lebanon. These fathers bear fruit in their old age, vigorous and morally sturdy, leaning on their rock, the Lord. According to St. Paul, they are also courageous, delighted to please the Lord, and are ready to meet their eternal judgement and reward, when the Lord determines their work on earth is complete. Which leads us right into the hidden theme of Mark’s gospel: grace. You see, grace is necessary for the seeds to sprout and grow, yet the father knows not how his straplings will turn out, of their own accord and free will. It’s a risky gambit, this fatherhood gig, but then again, love is risky business. Jesus loved so much that he risked his life and livelihood for his “little children” [us], also not knowing exactly how we would scatter and sprout nor the knotty parts [sins] that make up some growing pains but does not define who we are at our essence, which are shoots from the Lord’s soul garden. Men, fathers in particular, were created for a unique mission on this earth: To nurture their children with fait, wisdom, grace, strength, kindness, and most of all courage in the face of cultural rejection for their beliefs and actions. #noordinaryfeat
The very popular WWJD bracelets – What Would Jesus Do – needs a resurgence, but with a twist. The bracelets focused on outward actions… feed the hungry, clothe the homeless, visit the sick, pray for the dead and all those other corporeal and spiritual works of mercy. Those are all very Good things, don’t get me wrong. By they can, and indeed are, done by NGO’s too (non-governmental agencies). And here’s what the readings are driving at: an internal renovation of the heart and soul. The twist for WWJD bracelets is this inward transformation. Why do we “do the hard things we have to do”? Because we are rooted in the Lord, and this changes everything. Adam and Eve listened to Satan and ended up in with a great deal of pain and suffering, which is exactly what happens when you leave God out of the equation. The psalmist knows of our predilection to have our own way and not the Lord’s, but is also keenly aware of the power of His unending and merciful redemption. Paul touches upon this idea that outward actions correlate to our internal disposition too, when he writes, “our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.” Finally, Jesus goes even deeper, naturally, talking about the divisions that occur if the heart is not securely renovated in and with the gifts of the Holy Spirit. This is our constant mission: to listen to the words of the Lord, and not the cacophony of Satan’s empty urgings. It’s not an easy mission, this renovation of the heart. It’s not easy speaking the Truth of the faith then following up with action, when you know the strong arm of culture wants to plunder your sacred house. Sometimes one must spiritually attach to “those who do the will of God” in this endeavor. June is the month of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Let’s follow the sound of His heartbeat by protecting life from conception, marriage between a man and a women, the beauty of birth gender and its many attributes, and dignity of life for the elderly. #OperationRenovate
We don’t often sing the pre-Gospel sequence on this Eucharistic feast day, the Lauda Sion. It’s a long hymn of praise written by St. Thomas Aquinas, and is a theological gem. It contains lines like, “Here beneath these signs are hidden, priceless things, to sense forbidden” and “Behold the bread of Angel, for us pilgrims, food,” and “Living bread, thy life supply: strengthen us or else we die. Fill us with celestial grace.” Sigh… so beautiful, so lovely. If you have the chance, google the lyrics! We’re coming up on the National Eucharistic Congress, held in Philadelphia from July 17 – 21, so today’s feast day holds special importance. It’s also in response to a 2019 PEW survey that said only 63% of Catholics who attend Mass at least once a week accept the church’s teaching that the Eucharist is the Body & Blood of Jesus. Which is weird, considering Jesus was so forward about this one: “I am the living bread that came down from heaven. Whoever eats of this bread will live forever; and the bread that I give for the life of the world is my flesh” (John 6:51). Jesus then clarifies, “Very truly, I tell you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life within you” (John 6:54). Today, Matthew’s gospel gives us the event (The Last Supper) but John gives us the reality (living bread), which is typical given that Matthew, Mark, and Luke are narratives about what-Jesus-did while John tells us all about who-Jesus-is. If you think that Jesus didn’t really mean what he said, you’re in good company, since many of his followers thought so too. When they grumbled, Jesus replied, “Does this offend you?” (John 6:61). In the end, because Jesus was so insistent that his body must be “trōgōn” [Greek word for gnawed, munch, crunch] many of his disciples turned back and no longer went about with him (John 6:66). Sigh… I don’t always understand everything the Lord does and says, but I trust in the mystery and serendipity of God. It’s the most beautiful place to be. #adventurousspirit
It’s the Solemnity of the Most Holy Trinity today, the last of the “Three Big Hitter” feast days at the end of the Easter season [along with Ascension and Pentecost]. As I write this column, I am having the oil changed in my Camry, listening to the salesmen talk about the Twins and their delightful season. And since I was just at a Twins-Mariner game, I’m smiling at their accolades and sharing in their wonder of what-comes-next. Will they – or won’t they – clinch a title or two? Are they World Series bound? I think there’s a spiritual analogy here, naturally. You see, to me it seems like the Twins management choose great athletes, give them solid training and encouragement, provide them with the top-notch equipment, then sit back to see what they can do. It’s the same with us in our spiritual lives. We are chosen as God’s own (our Psalm refrain), now in training as the “heirs of Christ” (second reading from Romans), given some solid commandments (Deuteronomy - back to our OT readings post-Easter!) and things to improve upon (prayer life), receive encouragement through the Spirit), and then….? The Holy Trinity waits to see if we meet our potential using our God-given gifts and talents. We also know that some seasons are better than others, yes? Like some players, we don’t take our training seriously or our off-season antics lead us astray. New colleagues show up on our team and bring out the worst in us. We might even have the wrong coaching staff in place: we immerse ourselves in CNN, FOX, CNBC, or the NY Times, instead of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. We read the stir-the-pot rebel-rousers instead of the down-to-earth letters from Paul. We are distracted by the mindlessness of the crowds. Or we stop practicing, the greatest tragedy of all. Let’s remember that we are always in training for the big game called Life. We have a powerful management team in the Most Holy Trinity, an amazing coaching staff we call the saints, and top-notch equipment called the sacraments. So. How do you think your season end? #heavenbound
I know it’s a little weird to be thinking about Good Friday on Pentecost Sunday, but ‘normal’ is never an adjective used about my presence. In pondering the Resurrection during my Thursday rosary (Glorious mysteries), I didn’t think about Mary Magdalene or the angels or gardeners or that touching scene between Mary and her Roubini. Nope. I spent some time with Jesus, imagining his awakening before the world drew breath. I thought about his cocoon-like wrappings keeping him safe on the slab in the silence and solitude of waiting. I wondered about his first conscious thought, a knowing conversation with the Father perhaps, and a knowledge that everything is about to change. An unwrapping needed to occur, a removal of all that binds him. Did the angels help? Did he think the action into being and the wrappings fell off, much as he helped create the universe? Did he stand and stretch his limbs, feeling every inch of his glorified body and wonder in awe over all our magnificent human bodies are able to endure? I know he had people to see and places to visit… releasing Abraham, Isaac, Isaiah, Jeremiah and all the other believers restlessly waiting their release… but I wonder if he paused for a moment to thank the Father and the Holy Spirit in joyous anticipation of their eventual reunion? Or were they in that sacred space with him before sending him off to finish his mission? If the descent of the Holy Spirit on the apostles in the Upper Room marks the birth-day of the Church, where the timid ‘Mary & the Boys’ were cured of their fear and trembling and became the courageous ‘Our Lady and the Men-on-fire,’ and Jesus had a re-birth of sorts as he left the tomb, now healed and changed, then perhaps the real day everything changed was the moment Our Lord opens his eyes, a changed man. How might we become changed men and women, on fire for Jesus and the faith? What needs to be unbound in your life, in order to have freedom in the Holy Spirit? #rebirth
In these post-Easter weeks in my Holy Hours or even at random times of the day, I have this recurring image taking up real estate in my mind. Nope, not the Risen Jesus wandering around Jerusalem, but a scene from the first 1977 Star Wars film: Princess Leia kneeling in front of R2D2 making sure her message to Obi Wan Kenobi is safe and secure. Crazy, right? As most of us know, her world is in chaos - her small rebel forces are constantly under attack and in hiding, while the evil forces roam freely, enacting policies detrimental to the flourishing of all that is Good, True, and Beautiful. Princess Leah’s rescuer isn’t exactly Obi Wan Kenobi, but he has the tools and information to harness a force bigger than all of us, a powerful force capable of overpowering the evil that walks and works among them. You can see where this is going, yes? In my headspace, I hear Princess Leah saying, “Help me Lord Jesus, you’re my only hope.” It seems as though that’s where we are in this post-Easter space. Today we celebrate that Jesus rises from the dead and ascends into heaven, while awaiting the power of the Holy Spirit [Pentecost]. This power helps us to change the things that need to be changed, not only in our families, faith community, and society at large, but most especially in our hearts. Why do we stand here in our pews looking up at the cross when we could be spreading joy, patience, and hope to all we encounter? How might we change our lives to reflect our belief in the Risen Lord? These are the real questions of the week. If we believe that the ascension and our hope of the second coming are real, what is our response… for a response is indeed demanded of us. Next week we celebrate the descent of the Holy Spirit. What might we need to do to prepare our hearts and souls in order to make Pentecost come alive? What message should we be sending? #stopstandingaround
The readings this week are all over “fellowship,” which is one way of saying “where followers of Jesus break bread together in joy, love, and friendship.” It sounds simple enough, yes? Think of our post-Mass coffee-and-donuts for example: we sit with our friends at the roundtable, partake of sweet bread and strong coffee, and share the events of the past week, in turn laughing or offering consolation. But is this all there is to authentic love and friendship? Jesus said that we are to love the Lord with all our heart, with all our soul, with all our mind, and with all your strength, and to love our neighbor as ourselves (Mark 12:30-31). And that’s where it gets much more difficult, yes? Peter, aka the Rock, is out drawing his fellow Jews into everlasting life and love with Jesus, while purposefully ostracizing his pagan brothers and sisters. Luckily for all of us with non-Jewish bloodlines, the Holy Spirit sets Peter straight by sending him off to Cornelius, a centurion in the Italian Regiment. We know Cornelius is a God-fearing man who gives alms and prays regularly, but Cornelius and Peter are decidedly not friends, given their social roles as oppressor-and-oppressed, Roman-and-Jew. Peter, in fact, rejects the promptings of the Holy Spirit to break bread with his enemies at first. “What?” he asks, “Certainly not.” Eventually, in the first reading we hear today, Peter accepts - with the kind of love Jesus and St. John speak of - his cultural bitter enemy, in friendship and faith. Peter proclaims, “In truth, I see that God shows no partiality. Rather, in every nation, whoever fears him and acts uprightly, is acceptable to him.” So what does that mean for you and me, here at St. Elizabeth Ann Seton in Hastings, MN? That’s a pondering question for each of us in the silence of our consciences, but here are some thoughts. There is no limit to friendship or forgiveness and our only enemy should be Satan. Loving others the way Jesus loves you and me is hard work, but the hardest things in life often bring us the greatest joy. #wecandohardthings
I heard a delightful nun, Sr. Mary Bernice, MC, speak on the virtue of charity during a 40-day Hallow app Easter challenge. She spoke about the outpouring of support following the death of the MC’s foundress, St. Mother Teresa, and specifically about a bag of groceries that appeared on their doorstep, courtesy of a formerly-homeless mother and daughter pair they had once assisted. Sr. Mary Bernice said, “So often, we hear about people giving thousands and millions of dollars. But we don’t hear about the small beautiful things that people do… The poor continue to teach me so much about charity and love.” Charity and love lessons are all over the readings today, in big ways and small. The newly christened Paul is in Jerusalem, now free to speak boldly in the name of Jesus. He encounters the Hellenists, Greek-speaking Jews-turned-Christian (as opposed to Hebrew-speaking Jews-turned-Christian), and seems to get the better of them, for they try to kill him. Now, we know a lot about Paul. We might use the word “passionate” to describe him, yes? Before his conversion he “breaths murderous threats” against those who follow Jesus. Following his conversion he is relentless in his pursuit to turn hearts to Jesus; he re-harnesses his passion for good. And here in this reading, in his first go-round at evangelization, he seems to be lacking something for the brothers whisk him away to Caesarea then home to Tarsus. I imagine he had love for Jesus in his heart – zeal too! – but his delivery was… how shall we say… inflammatory? Perhaps lacking in charity? In our second reading St. John reminds us that love is the language of action. We are to love not in word nor speech but love one another because Christ loved us. What if we were to “love/see others as Jesus loves/sees them”? How might that change our everyday interactions and conversations? What pruning might occur? When we attach ourselves to the vine (Jesus) and let our hearts be watered by the vine grower (God), something small but beautiful will appear. So. What tiny beautiful ways you can show God’s love today? #thelittlethings
I have a framed photo of a shepherdess tending her sheep in the early days of winter. Picture this: The bleak Yorkshire countryside with wind-driven snow all about. A woman, dressed in sturdy winter gear, stands at the edge of her flock… sheep with off-white coats randomly tinged with blood, in places where it looks like they got to close to a barbed-wired fence. It’s a stark photo. But beautiful. Telling. Soul-worthy. It sits prominently on my desk, a constant reminder to me of the reality of sheepherding. And why Jesus chose this profession and this image as a revelation of his mission on earth. We are very much like these sheep; sometimes worn down and cold from the bitter ravages of life or wounded by the barbs of others, all the while listening for the comforting voice of the One who cares deeply for us. I often wonder what it’s like for those who do not remember they have a Shepherd, or can’t find His voice, or simply don’t know that their lives have been purchased and paid for by Him. Can you imagine living in that harsh and brutal environment, thinking your life is out of control - or worse, that you bear the unenviable weight of responsibility for a “self-made” life? How does one ever feel safe? Or navigate rejections, disappointments, and disillusionments without believing that these are part of a larger plan for our sanctification and holiness? And that something better awaits us when our bell tolls? I cannot imagine a life without the simplicity of abiding grace, soul-freeing forgiveness, life-affirming gratitude, or the joyous hope of heaven when our journey here is complete. It’s the gift of a shepherd to tend to the flock with all that is true, all that is good, and all that is beautiful here on this broken earth, so that our souls recall the Goodness, Truth, and Beauty we await in the heavenly realm. In a very intentional way this week, let’s listen for His gentle and caring voice. #safety
It’s week three of our Easter celebration and liturgically, we are preparing the way for the Holy Spirit to dwell in our souls. In know, I know. We thought our turning-from-sin focus was over, that like the Israelites in exile we savored those resurrection words from Isaiah, “Comfort, O comfort my people. I will speak tenderly and cry to her that she has served her term and that her penalty is paid.” Alas. Here we are again, caught in a sin-cycle of readings. So seriously. What gives? Aren’t we, like St. JPII said, an Easter people where Alleluia is our song? Can’t we, like Thoreau, march to the beat of a different drummer in our joy-filled life-on-parade? Isn’t it about this time of year that we, like St. Luke, ought to shout from our rooftops that Jesus Christ is risen and the world is now a forever-changed place and redeemed sacred space?! Well…. yes! It’s actually the “both/and” vision of the Church for the people of God. Last week I challenged you to use the gifts that the Lord has given you to build up the Kingdom here on earth. This task requires introspection. Introspection requires an examination of conscience and action. And to examine the purity of our conscience and action should lead us to the sin-mercy-forgiveness cycle of confession. A clean heart, soul, and conscience allows the Holy Spirit to dwell within us, to speak to us, to guide us where the Lord calls us to go. Authentic conversion is a life-long process. Believing in the perfect life and love of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit does not necessarily mean that we won’t make mistakes, we won’t err on the wrong side of judgement, or commit a crime of the heart-given-over-to-God. That is the reality of faith. Catholicism is a journey and a destination (both/and). Jesus listens to your confession [through Fr. Dave in persona Christi] year-round not necessarily because we sin year-round [we do], but because it creates more space for the Holy Spirit to dwell, so that, as St. John wrote, “the love of God is truly perfected in him.” #bothand
For the next six week of the Easter season, we leave the Old Testament readings behind, since our singular focus is on the early Church and how Jesus moved in and the Holy Spirit maneuvered through a post-resurrection world. I wish we could re-organizing the reading today in their chronological order. First, Jesus rises from the dead, making his appearance to the apostles (John). Next, small Christians communities form, based on the radical and public change-in-actions of those who commit to Jesus’ way and words (Acts). Finally, John offers more sage advice to these flourishing communities (1 John). Add to the mix that JPII designated this weekend as Divine Mercy Sunday, and we get a plethora of pondering moments. Therefore, I’ll offer four questions for you to ponder this week, each with its own focus, based on the order of readings as we heard them. ONE: Based on the gifts the Lord has given you and the desires He has laid on your heart, how can you ensure that “there is no needy person among us?” Are you a prayer warrior? Pray. Blessed with financial wherewithal? Give. Have time on your hands? Help. Hastings is your playground… let the Holy Spirit give you a good push on the swings and see where you land. TWO: Keep the Lord’s commandments. There’s only 10 of them - and the overarching love your neighbor as yourself [see ONE]. We can do this. THREE: If we forget or fail at ONE and TWO, then there is the sacrament of Reconciliation to get us back in the groove. Jesus’ first word to the fear-filled disciples was shalom, peace, and that what comes with an excellent confession and the heartfelt intent to do better. Don’t ever mimic Thomas and doubt that Truth. FOUR: Show mercy. Put your own finger into someone else’s wounds to feel how they feel so that we may show love, speak peace, and forgive as we’ve been forgiven. The only human thing we share ontologically with Jesus is his suffering; he put his finger in our wounds and felt-how-we-feel, so let’s do the same to others.
“Jesus Christ has Risen! He has risen indeed!” was an oft-repeated Easter refrain in the early Church. It’s technically the biggest celebration of the year and why church offices are closed on Monday – we should be partying so hard that we need a day to recuperate! It’s bigger than Christmas, honestly. But it doesn’t seem that way. And it doesn’t seem…. life changing, even though it ought. My friend Kathy gave me a copy of the spiritual classic, Life of the Beloved for Christmas but I just got around to finishing it a few weeks ago. The author, Henri Nouwen, wrote it at the urging of his culturally-Jewish friend, Fred, living a fully-secular life in New York. Fred wanted Henri to write something for every-day, fallen-away, searching-for-meaning guys like he and his friends making a living in the Big City. Henri obliged. Once completed, Henri sent it to Frank for his approval. It didn’t come. Fred said he and a couple of his buddies read it, but were unmoved. The opening chapter began at a place of faith they had yet to encounter, and the following words held no meaning. Fred wrote, “You speak from a tradition and context that is alien to us, and your words are based on many presuppositions that we don’t share with you. You are not aware of how truly secular we are.” I’ve been pondering that sentence in a Catholic way. When we speak of “Eucharist” or “Jesus Christ is Risen!” or even “the radical message of the Gospel,” are they alien words? How can we speak of redemption if the sufferings and joy of the Risen Lord have no purpose or meaning in our day-to-day lives? The thing is: The Bible should have meaning to us. Jesus ought to be directing our life choices. Faith traditions and moral teachings should guide our ways and light our days. Being a Catholic should mean something outside these cement walls. Maybe a good first start to shake us out of our secularism is to ponder the Risen Jesus and his Church this Eastertide season - it’s 50 days long! – and what they truly means for us and our families. #newbeginnings
My small home-town church in Mahtomedi sits a few long strides from a fairly busy town road. Sitting in adoration with Our Lord one can actually hear the cars driving by… people on their way to somewhere else. That’s a great analogy for the Catholic life of discipleship on many levels – or at least it should be. You see, the Lord wants us to take Him with us in our workplaces and errand running spaces; to hold tight to the love of Christ and his grace and mercy in our hearts while doing what needs to be done. Around us, the unbaptized world speeds by, moving from one task to another, with no insight to their ultimate purpose in life. They are so intent on their earthly tasks that they neglect the opportunity to stop and enter into that sacred space where heaven and earth touch, where the pedantic is placed in its proper and glorious place under God’s purveyance. The same could be said for our spiritual life. We Catholics sometimes spend inordinate amounts of time during Lent reading books, learning new prayers, listening to interesting podcasts, creating new routines, hurrying and scurrying like church mice, quickly moving from one event to another, yes? Time well-spent, we think. I am certainly guilty of that at times. And in doing so, we too miss the opportunity to encounter a grace and peace that even our Catholic goings-on cannot offer. We neglect to spend quality time with the Lord, time listening to Him, and not someone who knows Him. We do not go to the Source. As a recovering academic, I tend to read a lot of books *about* Jesus and the faith, but sometimes forget to spend time with The One who dispenses all grace, calling me deeper into relationship. As Jesus enters into Jerusalem, many people held palm branches with eyes intently focused on Him. But plenty of others did not, they were simply on their way to somewhere else, physically and spiritually. Maybe this week, as we enter into his passion and death, we leave the “running about” behind and focus on Jesus himself. #stepoutoftheratrace
Whew. Jesus’ death is big in the window in today’s gospel. It’s always been a curious thing, the death of Jesus on the cross. There’s no spoiler alert here, as we know the end of the story, which culminates in his ascension but has this momentous resurrection in the middle. But the Greeks, Philip, and Andrew did not and must have wondered what the analogy to a grain of wheat, hating a worldly life, serving Jesus, judgement, glory, obedience, the ruler of the world driven out and being “lifted up from the earth” actually means. Jesus has always been a man of few words, mostly used in parables they don’t always understand and strung together in sentences that don’t make much sense. They know something is about to happen, but they aren’t clear on what that is. It’s a disconcerting time full of confusion. The opening line tells us that Greeks had come to worship at the Jewish Passover Feast. Pagan Greeks at a Jewish high holy day? Talk about not understanding what the world is coming to. That they sought out Philip as they wanted to see Jesus only makes this entire episode… otherworldly. Non-sensical. Chaotic. Full of turmoil. Spiritual unrest. In the midst of all of this, Jesus asks his Father to glorify his name, and the voice of God actually responds, “I have glorified it and will glorify it again.” Whew. Where do we go from here? How do we make sense of it all? Our intellect cannot. But our hearts can. Sometimes life is confusing and what’s happening around us doesn’t make sense. Jeremiah prophesizes that knowing the ways of the Lord won’t be taught to friends and relatives but that they will trust with their hearts. Jesus doesn’t speak to the mind nor act in a man-made, rational manner. He marches to the beat of a different drummer, as they say. He speaks to the heart - and those that hear will then give praise that they’ve been drawn to him. As we close out the fifth week of Lent, let’s skip the understanding and the will, and listen to the silence of our hearts. #heartbeats
We’re more than half way to the end of our Lenten penances, and we pause for some very intimate readings that are to fill us with both despairing dread and the light of hope. We live in dread times of hope, you see, and in this, we are no different than the Israelites nor Paul nor Nicodemus. The book of Chronicles paints a picture of cultural and religious depravity, with priests and people adding “infidelity to infidelity, practicing all the abominations of the nations and polluting the Lord’s tem-ple.” Those abominations? Turns out they were things like worshiping the Baals by erecting sacred poles and creating molten images, killing their children by fire-walking, and practicing witchcraft, all the while neglecting the works and words of Moses and the prophets. It’s certain that not all Israelites followed the cultural norms; we occasionally hear of good and noble lead-ers rising to combat the darkness. Our imagination doesn’t have to travel far to make connections with our current culture. It wasn’t any different when Jesus was speaking to Nicodemus nor when Paul was writing to the people of Ephesus. Rome’s main weapon was brutality and coercion while the religious leaders clamored for power and status quo. One could historical-ly argue, without much dissent, that the world has always been a dark and dangerous place, the “nature red in tooth and claw” of Tennyson, of which we are so easily persuaded to partake in. After all these dismal words, where is the light and hope? In a word, Jesus. Notice that Jesus said, “God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world might be saved through him.” God knows of the corruption of human nature/culture due to the Fall – it is what it is until the Second Coming – but the opportunity for redemption is upon us, despite our imperfections and personal darkness. We have only to love the ways and words of Jesus for our own personal sanctification (which is what Lent is all about, grow-ing in holiness) and redemption. This is what make us light and hope for the world. #lightandhope
In the folly of my young womanhood, I ran the Twin Cities marathon. I’d run a number of 6-mile races in order to get back in shape, and my running partner thought we should take on that 24.2 mile test of endurance. We gave ourselves 6 months to train, and started in earnest. “Zeal for your [running] house will consume me,” and indeed, a regimented training schedule took primacy in my world. We held each other accountable and tracked our miles. It seemed like a great idea. But the reality in my own personal life was that I had five kiddos under the age of 10, the youngest just 18 months, and a husband who traveled for work. Slowly, the running became more important than my vocation as a wife and mother. The results were disastrous. What was I thinking? I find myself standing alongside the business owners and money changers in the Temple area from John’s gospel today. You know, the ones that Jesus drove out with a whip of cords, spilled their coins, and overturned their tables. Someone had to tell them this endeavor would help them grow in stature, and that it was an undertaking worth doing. They weren’t breaking any of the 10 commandments or the 613 Mosaic laws, and in fact, were just helping the poor folks streaming into town for the Passover with their currency and animal sacrifice problems. What were they thinking? They were thinking, like I was, that this was a good idea. They had a group of partners who supported each other and tracked their profits. But slowly, the marketplace and profits became more important than the pilgrims and rituals they were supposed to serve. The results were disastrous. Sometimes that happens to us in our Lenten practices too. We start out with one lofty goal in mind, whether it be to train the body or help a friend in the service of the Lord, but our zeal quickly becomes more about the strength of our own will than growing in friendship with the Lord. Let’s make sure our zeal has the right goal in mind. #prayfirst
It seems like the readings meander all over the place. God testing Abraham, Jesus the Acquitter, and the Transfiguration. We cover a lot of ground. The obvious connection is that like Abraham, God gave over his Son to crucifixion only to “rescue” him (and us) from eternal death. Paul tells us that the reason God does that is out of God’s incredible generosity… God will give us everything we need this Lent, so that we can be transfigured/transformed ourselves. Easy, right? On paper, anyway. Let’s dig a little deeper. I’ve never like the whole Abraham/Isaac up on the mountain event. I knew that it’s a test, but it seems a little extreme, given that Abraham left everything behind to sojourn throughout the Middle East/Egypt at God’s directive. Right? Not really. Abraham wasn’t as upright as we think. He passed his wife off as his sister and gave her to the Pharoah for fear of his life. The Pharoah, beset by plagues, figures out Sarah is Abraham’s wife, then sends them all packing (Gen. 12:10-20). Abraham does the exact same thing a few years later when they encounter King Abimelech, only the results are a little messier (Gen. 20). And the pièce de resistance? Abraham sends his firstborn son Ismael and his mother Hagar into the wilderness with only a day’s worth of bread and water (Gen 21:14-21). He can be forgiven for that, kind of, because God said to do whatever Sarah wants. Still, the fact that he slept with Hagar to finagle God’s promise of an heir is suspect. Abraham also did some great things during this time: he rescued Lot from hellfire and made a covenant with God. My NRSV translation of today’s reading says, “After these things, God tested Abraham. He called to him…” which is a closer to the Hebrew than simply “God put Abraham to the test.” Here’s the thing. We are so like Abraham, called by God but often giving into temptation. Sometimes our actions are suspect, despite our covenantal relationship. Maybe this Lent we undergo a transformation ourselves, so God doesn’t need to put us to the test. #saintsandsinners
The Gospel today is brief in its recounting of Jesus’ forty days in the desert and his temptation by Satan. Temptation is a word worth pondering this week, as we begin our Lenten fasts and new habits to improve our spiritual life. The Oxford dictionary has my favorite definition of temptation: “The desire to do something, especially something wrong or unwise.” Wrong or unwise. I like that. Wrong is very clear; we know right-from-wrong as the law is etched in our heart (Jeremiah), found in the Bible (Jesus) and through the teachings of the Magisterium (Apostolic succession). But unwise? Here we leave the black-and-white world and enter in gray-scale. The wisdom of this world is foolishness, writes Paul to the good people of Corinth (3:18), and this is the exact thought which often finds us wandering through the proverbial moral fog this Lent. What about that team celebratory Friday dinner invitation at the CEO’s palace where the menu is ribeye on the grill? Or you’ve given up sugar and added a holy hour as a way to put the needs of the soul over the desires of the body, but it’s your husband’s birthday and he’s expecting dinner at the Confluence, topped off with their fabulous flourless chocolate cake? Or you are doing Exodus 90/Magnify 90 and it’s causing your family more frustration than peace in your home. Or… you know your personal sin is exacerbated by internet usage so you’re limiting screen time, but your boss expects immediate returns on evening tasks, even when you are at your weakest and most tired state. What to do, what to do? There’s no hard-and-fast rule about these things. It seems many of our Lenten temptations are found in discerning wisdom, not because we don’t know right-from-wrong. I don’t have definitive the answers for the above scenarios, sorry. What is wise to me may be unwise for you. I can suggest that you take your temptations to Jesus and lay them at his feet, for he’s been down this road before and knows what you are going through. #searchforwisdom
Prayer Warriors. You know them, you know who they are. When we pray the creed every Sunday we say that we believe in “all things visible and invisible” which means that there are unseen powers at work in this world, for Good or for evil (as Fr. Dave said in his homily last week). Prayer is one of those invisible and unseen powers that help facilitate the Good we see in the world. In our reading from Leviticus today, our poor leper must live outside the camp for leprosy is highly contagious. Can you imagine his personal prayer life and the prayer of those he/she must leave behind? The psalmist sings of turning to the Lord in times of trouble, and yes, we should. Paul writes to the good people of Corinth that whatever they do, including prayer, they should do for the glory of God. And Jesus, sweet Jesus, heals the leper in Mark’s Gospel; how many people do you think have been praying for this particular man to be healed of his leprosy? And when his prayer was answered, he let everyone know. And I mean everyone. One fully-whole person “spread the report abroad so that it was impossible for Jesus to enter a town openly.” Three times this week I’ve had conversations about the power of prayer: Tim’s wife is making her way in the world after a diagnosis of Stage 4 cancer; I was at the bedside of my Dad as he raised his hand like he was taking the hand of angel and took his last breath, which was an answer to my prayer; Lonnie is home from the hospital, not cancer-free, but where she desperately wanted to be. These are miracles of epic proportions and prayer made them possible. Lent kicks off this Wednesday and the question is, “What will you do?” and “How will it change you?” I might offer a suggestion… increase your prayer life. And not just for your own soul, but for the benefit of others. It’s a win-win proposition, yes? You grow closer to the Lord and others reap the rewards. Prayer works. #spreadthenews
In this season of Ordinary Time we turn our thoughts to the mundane of life. Job recounts the toil, misery, despair, troubles, and restlessness of day-to-day living. Job knew and loved the Lord God, but it didn’t make his life easy. In fact, since the Lord God allowed Satan to torment Job for a time, his life was much worse. Just like us, sometimes, yes? I know that when Paul preached the gospel and gave his heart, mind, and soul over to the Lord, life wasn’t all that easy for him. His preaching, which he is compelled to do, often fell on deaf or hostile ears. Do we think that the sick and possessed who were healed by Jesus in today’s Gospel suddenly lived a life of ease? It doesn’t appear so, since the first thing Simon’s mother-in-law did upon regaining her health was to tie together her apron strings and get to work. I imagine most of the Jewish men and women who were healed of their illness and rid of their demons went back to work. They probably told their story of healing while harvesting olives and wheat, tending to hearth and home, and just carving out a life. All those mundane daily tasks that Job, Paul, Jesus, and you and I did/do every day. I think the big question is, how are you doing these things? Are you healing with your words or driving out the darkness by your actions? Are you building up the Kingdom by forgiving others as Jesus has forgiven you? Do you preach Jesus without words? It’s not easy, I know. It takes friends new-and-old to help us keep the faith in the midst of our misery. That’s why Job had friends, Jesus sent his disciples out 2-by-2, and Paul always had a traveling partner. They each had their own little ‘small group’ to keep them grounded in the faith, especially during difficult moments. Need some traveling partners to keep you acting like Jesus, even when times are Job-like? Join a small group or gather your friends together for a Gospel study. You won’t regret it. #dowhatJesusdid
It feels like we’ve just put away the purple of Advent, only to bring it back out for Lent. Yep, Ash Wednesday is in just a few weeks, and nothing says Happy Valentine’s Day like ashes on the forehead, fasting/abstinence, and words of repentance. And yet. If we look at it through another lens, the fact that Lent begins on the day we set aside to celebrate love might be a gentle reminder to us that relationships are made up of more than flowers and chocolate. There’s also a large infusion of sacrifice, in listening to other voices and then giving way to their needs instead of your own. In today’s reading, Moses reminds us that prophets speak Truth, no matter how hard it is to hear. We ought to listen to them too, since they speak the ways of God. St. Paul speaks some very interesting and seemingly harsh words, and yet we know they are true. Unmarried men and women of faith are not encumbered by the anxieties of keeping up hearth and home and pleasing a spouse. Anyone married more than a hot minute knows this to be true. That does not mean, however, that the single life pleases God more than marital life. It does not. When God created Adam, he found that the solitary life was less-than-perfect and so God created Eve as an equal companion. Perfection is found in the unity of love and sacrifice, you see. Jesus, fully human and fully God, knew his mission was all-encompassing, itinerant, and preeminently sacrificial. He knew love and sacrifice. He is love and sacrifice united as one. His heart was undivided, seeking only to do His Father’s will and speak the Father’s words. The demonic saw through him, peered right into his soul, seeing the unity. Demons are self-seeking, self-pleasuring, and self-destructive creatures who seek the ruin of souls. No wonder the demons quaked in their host body – they are everything Jesus is not. Lent is just around the corner. Perhaps this is the time to ponder ridding yourself of all that Jesus is not. Want an insight to what that might be? Ponder the cross. #loveandsacrifice
My Dad is on that long and arduous path that leads to the parting of the veil and savoring all that is Good, True, and Beautiful. Death is hard on families, no matter how it comes nor how prepared you are. I’m pondering the will of God in all of this, because like Jonah, there are days I want to board a boat to anywhere but here. And like St. Paul, I am reminded that our time is limited out here on earth and some happiness can be found, but heaven is the place reserved for authentic rejoicing. That’s what we believe as followers of Christ. We’re also sons and daughters of the Church and there are things she provides that help us with the heading-home journey and the grieving left behind: the funeral Mass. I had the end-of-life conversation with my parents when I first went into ministry following one particular jaw-dropping family funeral planning fiasco, where unseemly words and tempers between adult siblings flowed freely. I had my parents choose cremation or remains, an urn/coffin, their Mass readings/songs, the funeral home, and cemetery they wanted. We pre-paid and pre-planned all of it. You see, once you’ve departed this world for the next, you no longer have control over how things play out. But the grieving do, and they aren’t in the best shape to decide what you may (or may not) have wanted. Many families don’t talk about the process; the drama/chaos of those left behind is often traumatizing. So. Today, cut out this column and use it as a conversation starter with all your loved ones. Write down what you want and share it with them. Meet with us, choose your burial plot, and let your funeral home know your wishes before, as St. Paul said, “the world in its present form passes away.” In the end, funeral homes always do what the paying customer (the living) chooses, regardless of what you (the dead) might have wanted. Just like Simon and Andrew in today’s Gospel, you were called by Jesus, answered him, and to Jesus you will return. Make that final journey the way you want it. #deathcomestocall
The hot topic right now is the Eucharistic display going on in Seton Hall, but there’s a lot going on in the readings today too. We’re in the second Sunday of Ordinary time, but the readings are just… extra-ordinary. You see, Samuel is the apple of his mother’s eye, a gift given from God. When Hannah conceived Samuel, she promised God that Samuel would be given to the priests to raise. She fulfilled that promise and Samuel went off the Temple after he was weaned. Don’t feel too bad for Hannah though, as the LORD then gifted her with three more sons and two daughters. Unexpected miracles for sure, considering Hannah was barren for many, many years. The Lord is like that sometimes. We think our prayers are cast out into the dark, bleak void because nothing changes. But that isn’t the reality. And now the Lord is about work another miracle. He’s going to speak to Samuel and give him the role that belongs to Eli’s sons. You see, Eli’s sons are… rascals, as my Dad would say. They abuse their privileges as priests, ignore the statutes of the Lord, and engage in risqué behavior (ahem). Samuel is the holy one who will do the work of the Lord. Samuel understands that he is a gift and is to treat himself as a temple for the holy to dwell. It’s the truth that Paul is trying to teach those Corinthians too. You know Corinth, aka: the City of Love or Little Las Vegas. The pagan people of Corinth emulate the Greek and Roman gods in their sexual behavior; they are a harsh, cruel, self-gratifying, everything-goes kind of people. Paul steps into their culture to call out their sin, not because he is sanctimonious, but because he cares about their souls and what they do with their bodies. He knows that the Lord calls them to something more, just as he calls you and I to something more. Just like he called Andrew and Simon Peter. Our bodies matter, since they house the soul. And the soul is the house for the Lord. #youareBeloved
It’s been awhile since I’ve practiced the art of philosophy, but we’re hosting an event and an if-then syllogism is brewing in the back of mind and in the middle of my heart. Let’s start with this simple premise: Jesus worked miracles while he walked on earth. He changed water into wine, cured Mary Magdalene of demons, multiplied loaves and fish, and raised Lazarus from the dead. We can all agree on that one, right? Second premise: Jesus is present in the Eucharist. In Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, Jesus said he was. In the Bread of Life discourse (John 6:34-59) Jesus says, “I am the living bread that came down from heaven… the bread that I will give is my flesh for the life of the world. Unless you eat of the flesh of man and drink of his blood, you do not have life within you.” Jesus is very clear here. Agreed? It’s what we believe, after all. Third premise: Jesus still works miracles today. This one might be a little difficult to prove precisely and without some nuance, but I know people whom Jesus saved from car accidents, healed from an illness, and opened doors when all were locked. I have an Extreme Faith Camp story that involves 30 teens who didn’t want to be there in Adoration that is my own personal Jesus miracle. Ask me sometime. Jesus works miracles today. I know it. Here’s our three premises: Jesus worked miracles. Jesus is present in the Eucharist. Jesus works miracles today. Our if-then conclusion? Eucharistic miracles happen. And believe it or not, there was an Italian teen, Carlos Acutis, who spent his teenage years documenting these miracles from around the world. Want to know something else incredible? There’s a traveling display of his work. And yep, we’re hosting it in Mother Seton Hall! Plan some extra time after Mass next weekend (13th/14th) to see what the deal is and where these 100+ miracles occurred. And if you want to debate an earlier philosophical premise or two, I’m ready. #civildiscourse
Families. They can be sources of joy, support, friendship, prayer, and all-around good vibes. But they can also be sources of sadness, brokenness, disunity, and conversations you bring to confession. I like to say that the Catholic Church sets the bar high because it knows human nature so well. Plus, Jesus was fully human, so He knows our struggle towards mediocracy… our primal inclination to take the easy path and to alleviate suffering. He prayed to his own Father in the Garden of Gethsemane to let ‘the cup’ pass by him, remember. He gets us. Today, the Church celebrated families by holding up the ideal: Joseph, Mary, and Jesus. That sets the bar pretty high, for sure. As a Jewish man, Joseph would have memorized the words of Sirach and modeled his own family from its wisdom. A father’s honor alongside a mother’s authority, with obedience demanded of children. And then these words, which set so many of our hearts aflame: “My son, take care of your father when he is old; grieve him not as long as he lives. Even if his mind fail be considerate of him; revile him not all the days of his life; kindness to a father will be forgotten.” I’m not crying, you are. This is the way the Lord intended families to be, and blessed are those who walk in these words, doing the best we can. The reading from Paul’s letter to the Colossians hits home too. Paul, like Jesus, grew up in a Jewish family, and has his own advice to offer Christian families: Act with heartfelt compassion, kindness, gentleness, patience, gratitude, and love. Add to that mix a good dose of forgiveness. This forgiveness he talks about? It’s the kind that Jesus gave us on the cross: sacrificial and unending. It's hard, I know. Really hard. Families can be messy because people are messy. But the Church in her wisdom gives us something to strive for. She does indeed set the bar high, holding the Holy Family as the model for all families. #changetheworld
Can you hear it getting louder aboard the Advent train? It’s the sound of excitement as we approach our final three platforms of this stop. Church bells ring out in the distance. Children laugh. Adults smile. Joy is the ground on which we approach, and peace and good will permeate the air. We’re almost to our destination, the day we celebrate the birth of Jesus. It’s a rather quick trip between this last stop and our destination. A matter of hours, in reality. These three liturgical-reading-stops won’t even make it to print, we are that close. All of our heralds standing at-the-ready for us to arrive speak of “what is to come.” We hear David’s court prophet, Nathan, speak the word of God in both present and future timeframes. David enters this covenant with God. He is indeed a beloved son whose “kingdom shall endure forever” and whose “throne shall stand firm forever.” And yet, our Engineer tells us, it is also true in the future providence and serendipity of God in Jesus. We leave this station with the overhead speakers filling our ears with words of goodness, kindness, and faithfulness, waiting to see what St. Paul has to say. And he does not disappoint. He tells us that the past-intermingles-with-the-future in the prophecies of old, and their words point to Jesus. As our train rolls onward, gaining speed with its own anticipation, we begin to slow noticeably one last time and the lights go dim. We need to hear what is about to transpire. It is sacred ground.
We are privileged to hear of the conversation between a young woman and an angel with a favor to ask. The world catches its breath. All spiritual and innocent creatures lean in to listen. Time pauses. Gabriel asks the question, posed as a statement. “Behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son” as though he wants to influence her answer knowing the fullness of time is at hand. Yet she has the same free will as gifted to all those before her and those who will come after. “Behold,” she echoes him, “I am the handmaid of the Lord. May it be done to me according to your word.” Suddenly, everything is different. The earth trembles in its exhale. The angels rejoice. God nods and smiles. The devil and his minions retreat. As we depart this final stop before the celebration of the birth of Love Incarnate, God’s only Son, Jesus the Christ, we know our destination is close… so close we can feel the joy in our hearts in anticipation of what is to come. #almostthere
Our Advent train goes by another name, much like Saint Nicholas goes by Santa Claus, Père Noël, Father Christmas, Kris Kringle, or Sinterklaas. It’s called, “The Train of Arrival” or “The Waiting Train” taken from the Latin word adventus, which translates as “coming” or “arrival.” This third week of Advent also goes by another name, “Gaudete Sunday,” and our decorations go from purple to rose. Put all together, it means today we celebrate the JOY of waiting. Normally waiting gets a bad rap… think about waiting for a return phone call from the doctor’s office or a credit card payment deadline you can’t meet, or even, you guessed it, the long line for the Christmas roller coaster. We Christians wait on something different, a someOne and not a some-thing: Jesus. Like Saint Nicholas, Jesus gets his fair share of monikers too. Savior. Love Incarnate. Prince of Peace. Wonderful Counselor. Alpha & Omega. Redeemer. On our first stop aboard the Advent train today, we hear Isaiah speak of the wonderous deeds Jesus will do: bring glad tidings to the poor, heal the brokenhearted, proclaim liberty to the captives, and release the prisoners. Jesus did this work on earth. So should we, with enthusiasm and joy. As the train pulls out, the gentle joy-filled words of his Mother Mary echo in our heart, “My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, my spirit rejoices in God my Savior…” which gives us the strength and attitude to do the work Jesus wants us to do. We then hear St. Paul from a distance, letting us know how Jesus-followers behave while working to bring about the Kingdom: We rejoice always and pray without ceasing. We are open to the Holy Spirit. Listen to the wise. We happily refrain from evil in thought, word, and deed and are holy in the same ways. Pulled out of this reverie by John the Baptizer’s loud proclamation that is he is not the Christ nor Elijah nor any OT prophet, we acknowledge his truth, smile softly, and settle into our seats to wait on Our Lord’s humble arrival. #REJOICEintheWAITING
The second week of our Advent journey finds us moving through the arid desert terrain. If you know anything about deserts, they have unseen but life-nourishing streams belowground so their flora and fauna flourish abundantly in the heat of the day. Approaching our first stop we hear Isaiah before we see him. “Comfort, give comfort to my people.” Our faces press against the glass as we listen to him speak tenderly, proclaiming that our exile is at an end. Our life-parching sins are forgiven. The landscape of our souls are now changed; no more mountains to climb, deep valleys to trudge through, or rugged lands to travel. We are gently cared for in lush pastures, as a shepherd cares for his lambs. Isaiah’s words are refreshing for a ride with miles left to go. We smile as we depart this station, revitalized by the underground wellspring - called confession - that some, alas, cannot see. We drift off to sleep lulled by the angels singing of mercy, salvation, kindness, truth, justice, and peace. We are awakened by the low rumble of St. Peter letting us know that Jesus will indeed come once more in earthly form, showing us our life-movie to see where we shined… and where we did not. So we ought to conduct ourselves “in holiness and devotion,” eager for the Lord to find us. How does that look for us this Advent? We might try working on the virtues of patience, prudence, civility, and charity, which seem to be out-of-stock these days. We might love our annoying neighbors, pray for those who mock or persecute our Catholic faith, and practice the corporeal and spiritual works of mercy. Back on the Advent train we’re saving the best for last, heading toward our final stop of the day, the one where we hear the voice of the larger-than-life John the Baptizer. His voice rings strong and clear, “Prepare! One mightier than I is coming after me! He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit!” John soooo wants us to be prepared for the coming of the Christ Child, the One whose life changes ours. #bespringsinthedesert
Our Advent train begins its journey towards Bethlehem, the place where heaven kissed earth and Love for the world took flesh. We slow to a gentle stop with Isaiah, who asks the same question we might ask today, given our headlines and the hearts of those gone astray: “Why do you let us wander, O LORD, from your ways, and harden our hearts so that we fear you not?” We ponder and lament here in our mea culpa of “the things we have failed to do, through our own grievous fault” and our guilt which “carries us away like the wind.” Yet we depart this platform in hope, for “You, O Lord, are our father, we are the clay and you the potter, we are the work of your hands,” and there is still time to be something beautiful for God this Advent. The cars sway gently to the song of a penitent-turned-disciple heart as we watch the landscape and revel in the ways in which God protects us in powerful ways. We then stop to hear Paul offer us grace and peace, the two things we need most. Paul reminds us that we are not lacking in the spiritual gifts necessary to bring love and hope to a hurting world, and that, my friends, is hope to treasure and share. We reluctantly leave Paul behind, although his words echo in our hearts, “God is faithful, and by him you were called to fellowship with his Son, Jesus Christ our Lord.” What a simple joy to ponder as we enter into the warning words of Mark, “Be watchful! Be alert!” for “you do not know when the Lord of the house is coming.” We do not want Jesus to enter into our lives on Christmas morning and find us dazed and dulled, entertained and exhausted by the Christmas roller-coaster. This week, let’s make sure that Jesus is the center of all we do. Let’s give blankets to the poor, pray for lost souls, offer hope to the hopeless, and honor the simple girl who gave her fiat (yes) to Love Incarnate. #whatisyourfiat?
Happy New Year! Yep, it’s the end of the liturgical year, so today is the last time we’ll read out of the book of Matthew for awhile. The parable we hear today is one worth pondering. Some of my Catholic friends on social media are posing this question: “What does it mean to follow Jesus and be a Catholic?” If following Jesus is an all-in and radical movement of the heart, then how does one act on a day-to-day basis? I tell people all of the time, if you want to know what Catholicism IS, then read Luke 6 (Beatitudes) and John 6 (Eucharist). Those two brief chapters contains all of what we believe and how we should act. This last missive for the year from Matthew should also give us pause and we should ponder the words carefully. When was the last time you personally fed the hungry, gave drink to the thirsty, welcomed the stranger, clothed the naked, cared for the ill, or made a prison visit? In short, when was the last time you supported the oppressed and poorest among us? There’s no falling back on this thought that you tithe to the Church and the Church does this work, so you’re covered. You’re not, according to Jesus. Each person is judged according to his/her earthly deeds, and like shepherds are want to do, we’ll be separated to the “right” or the “left” as we walk the path to our eternal home. It’s either going to be a glorious welcome with verdant pastures and restful water, and a table overflowing with goodness and kindness. Or the whole eternal fire bit with the Devil and his angels spewing hatred and anger toward you, deviously laughing all the way. It’s going to happen, whether you believe it or not, just like gravity works whether a newborn knows the science or not. Back to the question at hand, the one about following Jesus and being a Catholic, as we enter into a new year filled with endless possibility and abiding hope, how are you going to embrace this message and do the work Jesus asks of you? #whatsyourmission
Last week we heard about Lady Wisdom, life-after-death, and the importance of letting our light be filled with the glory of God and not the chaos of culture, and since we’re nearing the end of the year, we ought to choose our destination wisely and know how to get there. That’s the theme of today’s readings too. Here’s the thing: The Lord created you and me, women and men, with a specific mission in mind. Women are beloved of the Bridegroom, working to bring about His Kingdom, whether it be by spindle or soup kitchen. Men are to protect and love a woman, not because she is weak, but because she is valuable. This work of these two is called marriage and the fruit is “thy Kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.” How bringing about the Kingdom looks different for everyone. Since God cannot be outdone in generosity nor creativity, we’re looking at an endless variety of exciting and joy-filled ways to make that happen. Your gift for the world is unique to you - and no one can do it for you. As couples, your gifts exponentially expand, ideas feed off each other by grafting the tried-and-true onto new explorations, and finally morph into something better and more beautiful than imagined. And if you are single, it’s even cooler… the Lord is your Companion-in-creativity! Jesus trusts that we will do this, bringing good, and not evil, into the world with our words and actions. And the reward will be great at the pearly gates, as the Lord sings praises to the saints and angels for all we’ve accomplished. And if we don’t fulfill the purpose the Lord laid out for us? Well… we might want to practice walking around at midnight (getting used to the darkness), take a few music lessons (for our wailing), and see the dentist (in our grinding of teeth). But don’t wait too long to begin bringing about the Kingdom (or not) as the Lord has asked you. You never know when the Engineer will call out your final stop. #settleyouraccounts
I heard Christmas music the other day and had a slight panic attack thinking of all the things that need to be done; with six kids spread out across the land and aging parents who need constant supervision, that list is long and winding, just like your lists. A December adventure awaits us, but I wonder what kind it will be: a Christmas roller coaster or an Advent train? You see, roller coasters are filled with ups and downs, sharp twists and turns, and fear of what lies ahead. The air is filled with frantic screaming and chaos reigns. And in the end you step off right where you began, worse for the wear, wondering if it was worth the cost. The Advent train, however, is a slow and methodical journey crossing wide open spaces, a few peaks and valleys, and beautiful scenery that lends itself to contemplation. There’s the gentle rhythm and swaying of the cars. Yes, there might be a tunnel of darkness for a bit, but you trust the Engineer, so there’s no worries. When you’ve come to the end of your journey, you disembark in a different place ready for the adventure that awaits. “Life with Christ is a wonderful adventure,” wrote JPII, and I am guessing when he reached the end of his line, the Engineer nodded, smiled, then extended his arms to reveal the Beauty-that-Awaits. We have a choice this year, and the choosing can be made easier by pondering our readings today. The wisdom we need Is “resplendent and unfading,” and easily found by those who seek her as she “makes her rounds” leaving prudence and grace in her wake. “Yes,” she says, “your soul thirsts for the Lord, so ponder his ways and let his riches bring you joy.” St. Paul knew this joy, and it gave him great hope in the Beauty-that-Awaits for those saints he loved and lost under great persecution. Jesus stands at the end of our line, judging the ticket we hold in our hands, the sum total of our wayfaring life. As we prepare for our Advent/Christmas season, we should ponder our mode of transportation. #takethetrain
I begin this column while sitting in Froth & Cork sipping coffee and waiting for a friend, listening to Christian music playing over their central sound system. It’s the perfect place for some reflection on today’s readings. In the liturgical calendar, we are hurtling toward the end of the year; in a mere four weeks we celebrate the Feast of Christ the King of the Universe, the final Sunday of Year A. For the past four weeks we’ve listened to Jesus reprimand the Pharisees, Sadducees, and elders of the Temple for their hypocrisy and hardened hearts for the people they serve. At the same time, Jesus makes it clear that he is the champion for the beleaguered and overworked general-Jewish-Joe-and-Jane trying to keep their heads above water and their hearts in the faith. It’s the average man and woman who are bearing the brunt of a pompous hierarchy focused more on rules and regulations of Deuteronomy than the heart and soul of the Exodus. The Lord rescued the Israelites of slavery out of love not obligation, and in turn wants them to treat others as he has treated them. “You were once aliens in the land of Egypt,” says the Lord, so do not wrong the widow or orphan nor oppress those who are struggling to feed their families and are looking for warmth in a cold world. This is how Paul operated too… be “imitators of the Lord” by spreading peace and grace, caring for neighbor and enemy alike. Yep. When Jesus asked us love our neighbor as ourselves, he didn’t require us to like them, he asked that we see them as He sees them and love them. You see, Jesus has a special place in his heart for the oppressed, the downtrodden, the elderly, the unborn, and the just-can’t-make-life-work among us. Sometimes those are our relatives, occasionally our friends, but most likely, those outside of our sphere of influence. How do we move forward then, imitating the Lord and loving those who can’t always love themselves? That, my friends, is up to you and the serendipity of God. #kaleidoscopeJesus
It’s been quite a week, my friends, and this column almost did not make it to print. My Dad fell in the middle of the night, hit his head on the nightstand, and required eight staples in his skull, and I knew nothing of the unfolding events. My Mom made an ER visit in Arizona for an inability to breath, which turned out to be a mental health assessment with new medications, which only came by a brief email from her. Palestine and Israel are now at war while Russia and Ukraine are still at war… and those suffering most are innocent, helpless, and unable to change the course of events. What does all this drama have to do with Sunday readings? Plenty, upon reflection.
Our exiled Jewish people have been rescued by the pagan King Cyrus and allowed to return to their homes and heartlands and now sing the psalm of glory and honor to God for their change of fortunes. The new - and suffering - Christians in Thessalonica receive a letter from their beloved Paul that despite their hardships, they are beloved and chosen by God. Jesus, of course, is on the Pharisee hit-list after Jesus’ scathing parables reveals their blindness, inadequacies, and hardness of hearts. Although the Jews-leaving-exile, the new Christians in Thessalonica, us today, and even Jesus himself are all different, we all have one thing in common: hardship. We live in a broken world full of broken people. And yet. And yet. We have hope, thanks to the light of grace flowing from God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. A triune treasure for us, which helps us navigate and thrive in a world where darkness has place and primacy. This treasure allows us to recite the words, “Give the Lord glory and honor” while at the same time spreading the good news and being the light our families, our neighborhoods, and our world so desperately needs. #dispelthedarkness
Many of you know I’ve been caretaking for my Mom. Beginning with pneumonia and ending with a mostly healed ruptured Achilles tendon, it has been ‘the long summer of discontent’, where she pondered her future in the midst of her present circumstances. She has always been a strong, sassy, and independent woman who controlled all aspects of her world, but now found life consistently altering her plans, given the disruptions of the darkness. She is now back in Arizona, soaking up the sunshine, surrounded by friends who know and love her; they have all walked this path of temporary – or permanent - physical frailty and they are united in support and authentic care for one another. Her time of confinement is over and a new chapter of heated pools, living in her own space, and Bridge games are upon her.
Endings and beginnings are upon us in the readings today too. We too are in a season of change, not just for the beginning of school, the implementation of new routines, nor the beauty of nature in all its glory, but also in the liturgical year. In six weeks we begin again, starting with the hope and joy of Advent. For now, we end the year by looking at just where we are and the “what comes next.” For Isaiah and his people in exile, it’s the stigma of reproach and the sting of servitude. Having been a sovereign nation for generations, they are now the laughingstock of a war-focused world, forced to march as captives through foreign cities and countrysides in humiliation. Don’t think of this a pleasant parade, think the Bataan Death March. Brutal. Deathly. Merciless. Their only hope is not of this world. Like Paul, they will learn to live in scarcity and need, having known abundance and wealth, and remember that God is with them in both. Like Jesus, the King of the Wedding Banquet, they know the invitation to be godly people is always extended to them. But it’s in their hands to accept, decline, or to stand in the life-clothing-of-their-making before the King. Yours too. #endingsandnewbeginnings
I told my Mom about the practices of the “early morning commuters,” those of us who are on the road before the sun rises. Generally speaking, we’re a polite but speedy crowd. We use our turn signals, never drive slowly in the left-hand lane, and take care of our vehicles. We pay attention to the cars around us, anticipate some actions, and watch out for each other. We’re singularly-focused on our destination and when we should arrive. We’re super-frustrated by those who occasionally find their way onto our pre-dawn routine, but do not follow our unspoken code of conduct. Accidents and slow-downs are banes of our existence, so ‘get with our program or get off the road’ is our mentality.
But we miss things, I’ll be honest. I drove to Hastings in the middle of the day earlier this week and I noticed the trees changing colors, a bounty of flora and fauna hugging the road, and now-occupied new buildings and the empty yellow-bus-storage lots. I even found a hidden park by catching a glimpse of the tell-tale brown MN Parks sign. It’s a beautiful drive from Mahtomedi to Hastings in the autumn. Sometimes, in the midst of a tunnel-vision commute, I miss that.
I and my fellow commuters are much like the chief priests and elders in today’s Gospel. They’re like the good pre-dawn commuters, knowing where they are going and exactly how to get there, with little time for those who don’t follow the rules. Jesus stands in their midst, telling them what they fail to see in their tunnel-vision Judaism. Good Jewish man that Jesus is, he’s memorized the prophet Isaiah and updates the passage of the vineyard (first reading) in order to help these men see in their darkness: That he, Jesus, is the Son of God, the Messiah they’ve been praying for. He's changing the spiritual landscape in Israel and they all fail to see the fullness of its Beauty. Not only that, but they are frustrated by and cruel towards those who dare to follow His code of conduct. Today, ponder what you might be missing. #perspective
There’s a scene in The Chosen that reminds me of today’s readings. Jesus, James, and John are walking in the Samarian countryside and come upon a group of natives. These men spit at our intrepid heroes, then throw rocks at them yelling, “go back where you came from, Jews.” James and John want to fight back, hot-bloodedly asking Jesus to call down holy fire from heaven to consume the offending men. James, John, and Jesus did nothing wrong, mind you, the Samaritans simply took issue with them being in the area. So unfair. I’ve been pondering the unfairness of life lately, taking a cue from Ezekiel words in today’s first reading, “The Lord’s way is not fair!” It is true that if you take the Gospel message seriously and live your faith out loud, then you look a little different than the rest of the world as you live by a different set of standards. Paul says that we should not be selfish in our success, but look out for the least among us instead, “Do nothing out of selfishness… rather, regard others as more important than yourselves, each looking out not for his own interests, but for those of others.”
My real-world application while contemplating this weekend’s readings ran to a recent conversation with my husband over the financial dilemma our college-graduate daughter faces. She’s working for a major MN company, making about $40K/year, and it’s not quite enough post-taxes and insurance. Her CEO made 17.6 million/year. Should a CEO make more than his/her average employee? Absolutely yes. He/she studied, worked long and hard to get there, and is under intense pressure to outperform. Should a CEO make that much more than the average employee? Hmm. In my own frustration of looking around at the unfairness of post-high school life for our kids, I’ve been wanting to call down a little holy fire here myself. Where does selfishness end and looking out for the interest of others begin? Jesus’ parable about doing-the-right-thing should cause us to pause too. BTW, Jesus’ response to those Samaritans? He gave them a blessing. #WWJD?
The apostle Paul must have loved Jesus’ parable about the-last-will-be-first-and-first-shall-be-last laborers since he came to Jesus a tad later in the fullness of his life, then tried to bring others to the faith, no matter what their season in life. It’s also a fan favorite of OCIA (formerly RCIA) converts; the older they are the more meaningful this laborer-in-the-vineyard story is. It’s also a favorite of those adults just needing the sacrament of Confirmation, since they are in the “three o’clock” hour of life. It’s easy for folks to miss out on that last sacrament of initiation. Families can be messy during those teenage years… parents aren’t always willing or able to add one more thing to the family schedule, they move from one parish to another with different age parameters, or they’ve fallen away from the faith and a sacramental grace isn’t all that important at the moment. If you – or another adult you know and love – just needs the sacrament of Confirmation to complete their sacraments of initiation, have them contact me. I’m running an 8-week session between Sunday morning masses for those individuals who are active in the faith but missed the sacrament of Confirmation. It's never too late and that grace we talked about last week. It’s given in droves at the sacrament of Confirmation, along with some fruits and gifts of the Holy Spirit to keep the faith alive in our hearts and minds. The other cool thing we do around here is seek out and train the laborers. Parent/student formation begins October 4th. We have four extraordinary young men from St. John Vianney Seminary teaching the middle schoolers this year! If you haven’t registered your 6th or 7th grader, do so NOW. You won’t regret it. These men of faith are amazing witnesses and super fun… and working in Lord’s vineyards at the dawn of their lives. And remember to hang with us at our Holy Hours on Tuesday evenings from 6:30 – 7:30pm to receive grace and gain strength for your own work in the vineyard, no matter when you clocked-in. #stepinanytime
It’s been a wild ride this week on all fronts, resplendent with a number of glorious highs, a few left-turns out of nowhere, and some pretty jarring lows. My Monday night Evangelical Catholic group, Women’s Bible mornings, delightful nurses, and the new Tuesday evening Holy Hours are among the newest mountain top experiences; such lovely community experiences that bring a smile to my face and a song to my soul. The left-turns are more personal, dealing with the shenanigans of elderly parents and the puzzling administrative nature of “health care” when it comes to caring to those whose days are definitely numbered on God’s good earth. And what kind of adventurous life would we have without the abrupt and sudden lows that bring us to our knees, wondering how the Lord allowed this, and more importantly, why it was allowed to happen, then how to navigate a response. It’s responding to those unnerving events that drop us right in the midst of us the readings today. Sirach warns us not to hold onto anger, wrath, and vengeance when we are the recipient of un-Christian and hurtful behavior. “Forgive your neighbor’s injustice; then when you pray your owns sins will be forgiven.” The psalmist chimes in, reminding us that since our kind and merciful Lord does not ‘requite’ us in light of our own sin, neither should we wish retribution on others. It’s the whole “forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us” deal, which means that we will be forgiven by the exact measure we forgive. Paul reminds us that it’s hard to die to self… especially when we so desire retribution against those who hurt us. But die to self-interest we must, so that we are not weighed down by wrath and anger (circling back to Sirach). Then Our Lord tells Peter this lovely parable about the immeasurable depth of God’s forgiveness, that kind of forgiveness which transcends our own earthly ability. The kind that requires sacramental graces of Eucharist and confession or time in front of Our Lord at Adoration. The kind that reflects God’s love. #forgivenessloveandgrace
Remember last week and the whole “losing your life” and “renewing your mind” and “living the faith out loud”? Those simple concepts we are all on board with? This week’s readings show us just how difficult it might be and how heavy your cross might be. We’re still with our OT friend Ezekiel whose been “duped” [persuaded by hope] into speaking out, and now we see more of the cross he bears, which is just like all of ours: A consequence of our behavior. God has says to Ezekiel that saving souls can only be accomplished by speaking the truth of the faith. And if he doesn’t do as the Lord wills, then he’s responsible for their souls. We’re also still with Paul’s letter to the good people of Rome who need to be reminded of the balance between love and law which is speaking the Truth with love. It’s not easy, but souls are at stake. Do we like correction? Absolutely not. Are we sometimes angry with people who correct us? Absolutely yes. Do we still need to both give correction and receive correction? “If your brother sins against you, go and tell him his fault between you and him alone,” says the Lord, so that’s a really big YES. Notice that the first step is to meet personally with the person who needs a life-check, not to lay it out on social media or send a mass email. If a one-on-one doesn’t work, find a friend or two and make a beer/coffee date to talk over their destructive life choices. The last resort is to ask the help of elders in the church who can run interference with you. Also note that this directive is specific to moral improprieties, not whether your Beloved leaves his socks on the floor every night or your neighbor parks his car too close to your driveway. Those are annoying (and opportunities for sanctification!), not sinful soul-darkening acts against God. Here’s the MOST IMPORTANT PART of beginning a difficult conversation: Remember that it’s about their eternal life, then speak unto them as you would have them speak unto you. #loveandfaith
It’s that time of year, the weekend of “The Great Sigh.” We’re anticipating a change in routine, different work hours, and new responsibilities. We mourn the loss of long sunny days and the gentle freedom that comes with summer. The lakes and rivers begin to cool. The hard work of closing the cabin begins - when it seems like we just opened. Relatives go back from whence they came and the opportunity to gather comes to an end. We sigh The Great Sigh. And yet. September is also a time of great anticipation. So much promise and so much to look forward to. Crisp evenings and warm days. A school year with old friends and new opportunities. The return of Bible studies, small groups, and the choirs at Mass. We even have some new social events here at St. Elizabeth’s! The Spirit is on the move, yes? The “why” we look forward to this new season has a lot to do with our readings today: Every opportunity for change is a lesson in hope. Jeremiah is compelled to speak despite the derision of his friends and weariness of the work, but he hopes that people will change because of his words. Paul wants his people to leave their old life behind and hopes they understand that a renewal of their heart and mind will naturally spur them into acting like Christians should. Jesus, naturally, hopes we leave our own plans behind and follow His plan for us because he knows we will find a life-worth-living. That life doesn’t come without some sacrifice and risk, for it means living the faith out loud when others think you should keep silent. So what might it look like to live “the will of God” and what does it mean to “lose your life”? It means you’ll breathe The Great Sigh. You’ll find new routines, holy hours, prayers, and opportunities to witness to the faith. Yes, you’ll be letting some things go, like a sinful habit, a long-standing grudge, a desire for riches or power, or an unhealthy friendship. But gosh, what a beautiful life you will gain. #hopeandpromise
It’s a minor tragedy when an extraordinary prayer partner for all mothers trying to get their kids to Mass on time (or even to Mass, period), loses her feast day to the twenty-first Sunday in Ordinary Time. You guessed it, today is the feast day of St. Monica, long-suffering mother of our sinner-turned-saint, Augustine. I’m a little partial to this one, as our daughter is a Monica and I have some lovely friends with that name. Like the Apostle Peter, Monica proclaimed that Jesus Christ is the Son of God - and proceeded to live that faith out loud. The two men she loved most, her husband and son, both dismissed and berated her for many years, good Roman citizens that they were. It probably wasn’t the pious and happy future she might have dreamed about on her wedding night, but she did the best she could, using all the graces and peace from the faith she adored, never wavering from her witness to the Catholic faith. We know so much about Monica because, following his conversion, Augustine wove her steady witness into his early-Church tell-all, Confessions. Here’s the thing… we all have something in common with this woman. She lived an ordinary life of faith marked by faithful prayer. That’s been the theme of the Mass readings these past few weeks too… ordinary people of faith doing-the-things-they-need-to-do and saying-the-things-they-need-to-say. Today we have a guy giving Israel some hope as the Babylonians marched into town (Isaiah), another guy who joyfully proclaimed the triumph of God’s judgement, wisdom, and mercy (Paul), and one more who just told things like they were (Peter). Isaiah, Paul, Peter, and Monica were ordinary people who decided to go all-in for the faith. They did not think of themselves as saints, no they did not. That title was bestowed on them later, by those on the outside who looked at what they did and went, “Um. Wow.” But while they were walking this earth, they simply did what they ought to be doing. Which is what we should be doing. #ordinarysaints
In this, the twentieth Sunday of ordinary time, we are still pondering ordinary things that are, actually, extraordinary. Isaiah tells the somewhat sanctimonious Chosen People, “Sorry, you are not the only ones chosen. Those outsiders who keep holy the Sabbath day, follow the 613 moral precepts, and love the One Lord with all their heart, with all their might, and all their strength? Yep, they’re chosen too. Get used to sharing my providence.” About a thousand years later, Paul tells the non-Jewish followers of a very Jewish Jesus, “Hey there, my friends, you’ve seen the uppity-ness of those Chosen People who rejected Jesus, so guess what? In your own outsider chosen-ness, don’t be like them. Show them mercy in their disobedience, as God once showed you mercy in yours. Get used to sharing my mercy.” And Jesus, using an outsider to school his disciples, inscribes a Canaanite woman into his book of miracles and onto his heart, “Oh woman, great is your faith.” How are these stories relevant to our lives? I think you see what the Lord is asking you to do, and it’s a very hard ask. That grace we talked about last week? It will definitely be put to use this week, so if you need a booster dose, head to Adoration or spend some time in prayer before embarking on this mission. Here’s the work of the Lord for us this week: Treat outsiders and insiders exactly the same. Be kind to everyone you meet. Bestow extravagant love upon those who love you back… and those who don’t. Resist the urge to return hurt when served pain-on-a-platter. Forgive, as you have been forgiven. Love, as you have been loved by your Father in heaven. Teach, as Jesus taught you, which means your actions will align with your words. Pray long and hard for the strength, fortitude, and grace to carry out this mission because we’re going to need it. It’s not going to be easy, just like it wasn’t for Isaiah, Paul, or Jesus. But it’s what we are chosen to do. #steadyon
Drama and trauma lurk beneath every reading today. Elijah fearfully hides in a cave from the murder-on-her-mind Queen Jezebel (drama). Paul is heart-broken that his fellow Jews, the Chosen Ones with whom God declared a permanent covenant of law and love, reject Jesus (trauma). Jesus and his disciples have a little of both stirred together: A storm arises (drama) and Peter turns his gaze from Jesus and nearly drowns (trauma). I know we’ve preached this before, that growing as a joyful disciple does not exempt one from the woes & worries and persecutions & problems of life, but it’s a worth pondering in these waning days of summer. You see, If that’s the case, that suffering and persecution in inherent to the life of a disciple, then why bother? I mean, really. It’s not easy to adhere to his moral code and teachings, for sure… and if there’s no earthly reason to let him stake a claim on your heart and in your life, what’s the point? I think that’s where most casual Catholics are right now. There is no instant reward, right?
So why do we spend our earthly lives walking towards the narrow gate? Why follow the narrow path to heaven rather than hop on the highway to hell, when the latter is easier and far more lucrative? That’s a question Elijah and Paul probably asked themselves in the midst of their drama and trauma, and I am pretty sure the question begged the answer. The hope of heaven, right? But there is another – and far more beneficial - answer that helps us in the here-and-now. Grace. What is grace? And undeserved and powerful favor that strengthens and stirs the soul. Grace is what allows us to smile in the face of adversity and keep cool amid the fire of life. It allows us to come out of hiding, like Elijah, and speak of Jesus despite persecution, like Paul. It might even allow us to walk on water, like Peter. Hear the voice of Jesus say to you this week, “Take courage, it is I; do not be afraid.” #amazinggrace
There’s a lot of big theological words and profound meaning in the readings today. Words like Ancient One, Son of man, dominion, glory, kingship, justice, judgement, majestic glory, power, honor, and transfiguration. And a depth of meaning: A pure, perfect (white), powerful (fire), and judgmental (court) Ancient One who has an equally glorious Son. This Son does everything his Father asks of him while ruling (dominion) over his own realm; his people love him, being singularly attentive to his message. Whew. That’s a lot of fearsome high-and-mighty going on. And Peter, James, and John unexpectedly take part in the grandeur. If the readings are designed to change our lives and rend our hearts, how might today’s lofty message change or inspire us?
First, we would do well to remember that God the Father and God the Son are of one mind. When Jesus speaks and acts in this world, he channels his heavenly Father. And they are perfect in their power and judgement and love. Heaven and hell do exist, and we should align our actions to that reality. In order to do that, we have to ponder the readings outside of Sunday Mass, and live them out loud.
Second, Peter, James, and John receive a gift, a grace-filled illuminating moment. The Father and Son chose them to participate in something super cool, and yet they were forbidden to tell their fellow disciples. There are times to share our deep encounters of Jesus with others and time to stay silent. How do you know when to share and when to keep quiet? Listen for the promptings of the Lord. How might you hear Him? Spend some time in Adoration or at our new fall Tuesday evening Holy Hour. It takes practice to calm the mind and open the soul to the voice of the Lord. Don’t be discouraged in the silence, but don’t build a tent and camp overnight waiting for a word either. Just be available.
Third, be not afraid… In what the Lord might say to you and what he might ask of you. #asilentholyhour
On my commute into work one morning, I listened to Jeff Cavins give a reflection on the sending out of the disciples two-by-two in order to bring about the kingdom of heaven. At the same time, I drove by the golf course’s electric sign, “Celebrating the Life of ‘John Doe.’” There’s a connection here, and it ties in nicely with today’s readings. You see, we in the church world spend a lot of time bemoaning the evil of culture and its effect on God’s people: Families host ‘celebrations of life’ instead of praying through a funeral Mass? Blame culture. Adults uninterested in a faith life? Distracted by culture. Elected officials legislating the killing of pre-born children and gender-mutilation under the guise of ‘feelings’? A cultural evil. Relegating God and discipline out of public schools, so violence and godlessness is on the rise? A culture of death. Culture is all at fault, yes? Wrong. Here’s the deal. Culture isn’t the enemy, SATAN IS. And so are we, when we let Satan infiltrate our hearts and minds, allowing him to direct our thoughts, words, and deeds.
In today’s readings, Solomon asks for wisdom, Paul reminds us that our purpose is to spread the Good News, and Jesus reminds us that life isn’t about the here-and-now, it’s about the hereafter. When we let Satan dictate our actions and give in to all our self-gratification base desires, we are all over this life and not the next. Hence, it’s only natural that we would celebrate this life’s accomplishments, rather than launching a soul towards heaven. Of course we skip Mass for anything else. It only follows that we forget to tame the body and nurture the soul. We’re deceiving ourselves, really, because all of us have an eternal resting place, whether we believe it or not. Culture lives and moves according to the actions of those who inhabit it. It’s only a culture of death because so many individual souls are the walking dead.
So how do we orient our souls to the Good, True, and Beautiful in order to let grace flow out into action? Prayer. #wieldtheweapon
Over the past few weeks, we’ve heard parables about sowers, fields, crops, and harvests. We know that Jesus’ parables used images of earthly things in order to convey a heavenly meaning and/or a spiritual reality. He used them in order to present His new realities in language they understood.
Today we have a huge upheaval in the “reality” realm. No wonder the disciples asked Jesus to explain the parable in private! You see, Jesus re-names evil from the spiritual satan to a concrete diabolos in today’s Gospel. In the Greek, the parable is a bit longer than our translation. It opens, “An enemy (echthros), a man (anthropos), has done this.” (13:28). When Jesus explains the parable to his disciples, he says that the enemy is the devil (diabolos) – a someone - who falsely accuses and unjustly criticizes in order to hurt, condemn, and sever their relationship with God.
Jesus’ Jewish listeners believed that sâṭân was not a physical being ruling an underworld. In most midrashes (teachings) and practice, sâṭân means to accuse, hinder, or tempt. It is more a temptation or evil doing that keep one from the obligation of tikkun olam (fixing the world); sâṭân is merely an evil inclination one gives into. Remember, the Jewish position right now is that all the dead enter Sheol, an other-worldly and shadowy existence, a space that the holy and unholy occupy together.
Jesus is now telling his Jewish followers that Satan is much more than just an internal evil inclination, and that the holy and unholy have different destinations following death! Say what?! Just as Jesus the Son of God, fully and perfectly took on human form to redeem and teach us how to build holy and fruitful relationships with God and neighbor, Satan wanders the world using humans in order to destroy and sever those same relationships. Jesus will send his angels to collect and burn those evildoers and there will be wailing and grinding of teeth in their fiery furnace. The faithful, however, will be rewarded with the warmth, peace, and grace of Sonshine. Whoever has ears ought to hear. #payattention
The parable of the Sower is super popular. We can all look back on our lives and see where the ravens swooped in before the Word took root in our soul, life boulders and selfish desires prevented us from doing the work of God, or our thorny friends encouraged us to listen to Satan instead of God. It’s a no-brainer when it comes to a rock-solid column (pun intended). I’ve never been one to take the easy way out, so let’s look at this from a different perspective: St. Paul’s. We know he’s a sower, spreading the Word while traveling to Rome, Corinth, Philippi. Thessalonica, Ephesus, and the province of Galatia. We know, like all good farmers, he suffered. The acreage he inherits for his work is varied, like the farms surrounding Hastings; soils vary in the ability to nurture new life. When Paul sets foot on new ground, he gets the lay of the land in order to decide how to sow the Word. He spends time with the people, working alongside them, sitting next to them in synagogue, and getting to know how they are grounded in faith. Are they too acidic? Too peaty? Too chalky? Do they look loamy, but in reality, sand (sin) and clay (habit) lurk just below the surface? Then he begins sowing.
How would Paul be received here at St. Elizabeth’s? Similar to Paphos where they tied him to a pillar and whipped for preaching a new moral life in Jesus? Or at Derbe where they stoned and dragged him out of the city leaving him for dead? Or maybe at Philippi where the crowds incited a riot, stripping and beating Paul and Silas, “severely flogged” and thrown in prison? What would we do to a Sower of the Word? We also must ask then… what is your relationship to the ultimate Sower, Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior? How would he view your soul-field? What measure and yield would he imagine it produces? How might you make your soul-soil loamy and rich so that it bears much fruit? #lifelessons
I wrote a piece back in February which never made it to print. Since February is the month we celebrate “love,” the column was about our culture’s free-for-all notion of love and marriage. I quoted Paul’s to the new Christians of Rome, “We are not debtors to the flesh… but if by the Spirit you put to death the deeds of the body, you will live.” You see, the Roman culture at the time was anything-goes, much like ours today. Worship of the Roman gods promoted licentiousness; temple orgies and male and female temple prostitutes a were common sight, marriage was a considered a political convenience, and the baths at the public ‘gymnasiums’ were meant to stimulate sexual behaviors. And since the Roman gods were cruel, and worshippers were meant to emulate their gods, well… you get the picture. Cultural ideals of love were not patient, unkind, full of envy, boastful, arrogant, and above all, rejoiced in wrongdoing, in stark contrast to St. Paul’s definition. The Romans were definitely lived according to the flesh, they were chained to all-deeds-of-the-body. All perfectly legal as Roman law was quite lax and lacking in any moral code.
When St. Paul speaks of dying to the flesh in today’s reading, this is the field from which he stands. Our society today resembles the Holy Roman Empire, yes? Paul’s words are still keenly relevant. The power of the Holy Spirit is the strength we need to overcome cultural hedonism. Paul labored to spread the Good News that by following the ways-and-words of Jesus, lives will change for the better. We can overcome culture’s fixation on personal pleasure instead of self-sacrifice in all aspects of our lives only with the help of the Holy Spirit. Not that it will be easy, no, Jesus never promised that. Trouble will follow you as you lead, teach, and preach the Jesus’ moral directives, Satan will see to that. But by allowing Jesus to lead you by attaching yourself to his yoke of grace and strength, humility and meekness, yes, you will find rest even in the midst of plowing your mission fields. #getintrouble
“True freedom is not advanced in the permissive society, which confuses freedom with license to do anything whatever and which the name of freedom proclaims a kind of general amorality,” wrote St. John Paull II in a little-read but very worthwhile Apostolic message he proclaimed to the world to kick off the new year. Jesus’ teachings to his disciples and Paul’s letter to the good people of Rome in our readings today surely must have been swirling around in the back of his mind. Jesus is preparing his disciples for mission here in these few chapters of Matthew’s gospel and Paul in encouraging the new converts in the Eternal City to keep fast to the moral life. It’s a difficult situation in both cases as cultural norms preach the wrong meaning of freedom. JPII goes on to say, “It is a caricature of freedom to claim that people are free to organize their lives with no reference to moral values, and to say that society foes not have to ensure the protection and advancement of ethical values. Such an attitude is destructive of freedom and peace.” Amen, my brothers and sisters in Christ. Amen.
This is also a backdrop to Jesus’ seemingly harsh words directed at his disciples. He’s sending his young followers out into the world to relay his words, heal the infirm, and expel the demons who seek the ruination of souls. They feel slightly unequipped, and, believe it or not, these are words of encouragement to them for they’ve already left their families to follow Jesus and are carrying some pretty heavy crosses. Once sent on mission to proclaim that a life with Jesus is exponentially better than a life without Him, it’s going to get tougher, for dying to self is painful. Sacrifice can hurt. Paul knows that too; he’s constantly in trouble for ‘preaching Jesus’ and the moral way of life. Jesus and Paul didn’t undergo suffering just to gain some sort of reputation, but to save souls and encourage people live an abundant life of joy wrapped in a mantle of peace. That’s authentic freedom. #happyFreedomDay
You have to feel for Jeremiah and Paul. The thing about prophets and evangelists is that the Lord chooses them, usually against their will, to preach a message no one wants to hear. Feels a little like being a Catholic in today’s world, yes? No one wants to believe that God will probe the mind and heart and pass judgement on our actions, even for those who reject his presence (Jeremiah). Very few folks want to engage in a conversation about “sin” and the spiritual death that comes by drowning in its depths, a fate redeemed only by belief in Jesus (Paul). If you know anything about those two men, you’ll know that they were both followed by their enemies, beaten and stoned, and left for dead more than once. Yet they were compelled to keep spreading the Good News. They didn’t let rejection keep them from speaking to others about the joy that comes from knowing life is precious and sacred to Jesus’ heart.
We’ve begun a season of ordinary time, when the humdrum work of real life begins. When we gather as friends and family in small places and open spaces. Where we have the opportunity to slow down to say words of thanksgiving before breaking bread, to ponder the work the Lord has called us to do in the whisper of a soft breeze, or to speak to Jesus in the silence of our hearts before slumber. But the summer of ordinary time is not all gentleness and thoughtfulness, right? Because we are surrounded by people of a different walk, we sometimes have hard conversations of faith talk and that lead to a bit of tension, a feeling that Jesus, Paul, and Jeremiah also know very well. In the ordinary times of their lives they experienced rejection and hatred for their beliefs, just as we do. That should not stop us from making Jesus Christ known and loved, however, for somewhere out there someone is desperate to know the life-giving love of redemption and soul-inspiring gift of hope that a life with Jesus entails. #spreadtheGoodNews
We’re a nation in a fatherhood crisis and St. Paul gives us an insight as to why: “Only with difficulty does one die for a just person, though perhaps for a good person one might even find the courage to die.” The crisis here is that men are sometimes unwilling to die to cultural temptations and professional ambitions to engage and embrace the role that is called fatherhood. And yet, it’s THE most important thing men can do in this world. Need some inspiration?
Lost your job and have a SAHD role? Look into Blessed Charles of Austria. As the last Emperor of Austria - who ended up on the losing side of a war and exiled - Charles and his wife Zita had eight children. He called his loss of the throne “a treasure” as he was able to spend time with his family.
Carrying the weight of single fatherhood? Check out St. Louis Martin, who raised five daughters – the youngest who was 4 - after his wife died of breast cancer. He also buried two toddler sons and three infant daughters before Zelie died. Despite his many losses, his youngest daughter, Thérèse, called him the perfect father.
Taking on fatherhood as a blended family? Google St. Thomas More. Yes, he was executed by Henry VIII defending marriage, but more importantly, he was a loving and supportive father to his own four children and stepfather to his second wife’s daughter. His children recall that he was an affectionate father who gave his daughters the same education as their brothers.
Want to be a father, but it’s not possible? Look to Isidore the Farmer. He and Marie finally had one son who died a young boy. Despite infertility and tragedy, Isidore was known for his joyous attitude, hard labor in the growing fields, and work for the poor.
If spiritual fatherhood is your gig, read up on St. John Paul II, a spiritual father to us all. And Jesus too.
If you are a regular dude just praising God, working away, loving on your wife, and raising some kids, I have amazing news for you: God is most present in the humdrum of life. #saintsinthemaking
It’s hard to dispute what Jesus said: “Amen, amen, I say to you, unless you eat of the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you do not have life within you… For my flesh is true food and my blood is true drink. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me and I in him.” It’s also hard to wrap my mind around, because the in the original Greek, the language is more certain, more severe, more…. Real. It reads like this: “For the flesh-of-Me - TRUE - is food. And the blood-of-Me - TRUE - is drink. The one eating of Me, the flesh, and drinking of Me, the blood, abides in me and I in him.”
This capitalized word, TRUE, is aléthés, which means unconcealed, true in face, worthy of credit, truthful. This word is capitalized not by me, but by BibleHub, the preeminent academic Greek/English translation site, which is not run by Catholics.
And “the one eating of Me”? The word eating is trógó, which is “to gnaw, munch, or crunch.” There’s no getting around this one, so my non-Catholic friends just ignore it. Or say that Jesus didn’t really mean it. But Jesus rarely said anything he didn’t mean.
So what did the people do next, you wonder? “As a result of this, many [of] his disciples returned to their former way of life and no longer accompanied him. Jesus then said to the Twelve, “Do you also want to leave?” Simon Peter answered him, “Master, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.” Jesus doesn’t correct his statement to make it more palatable. Instead, he watches many of his disciples walk away, then asks his twelve if they will walk too. That’s how REAL his statement is.
Which is why we are reverent before the Eucharist, who is Jesus our Lord and Savior. It’s why we treat the Mass with respect, awe, and grandeur. It’s why we genuflect, bow, and kneel before the power and glory of the Eucharist. It’s the whole reason for our worship at Mass. #theEucharistISJesus
Moses had Aaron, Miriam, and Joshua. Paul had Barnabas, Silas and Timothy. Jesus had Peter, James, and John.
What is it about the bonds of friendship? About surrounding yourself with friends who want you to be all that the Lord created you to be? About talking through your struggles and joys in the faith? About praying together? Moses often talked with Aaron and Miriam, always pushing forward in faith despite their “stiff-necked people.” Paul began his journey with Barnabas and then recruited Silas and Timothy to help him in Corinth. Of the twelve, Jesus chose Peter, James, and John to be in his inner friendship circle, revealing to them what he withheld from the others.
Friendship is vital to the success of a mission and to walk the Christian life. We need support and excitement to change a culture for Jesus and the Church. We need a posse of people, both on this earth and in heaven (the saints) to bring about the Kingdom of God to hold us accountable for practicing what we preach. When Paul says, “Rejoice! Mend your ways, encourage one another, agree with one another, and live in peace,” he also speaks of the fellowship of the Holy Spirit, because he knows we can’t walk a faith journey alone. God the Father had his Son and the Holy Spirit – in perfect friendship – to just be.
There is power in friendship and prayer. Power to lead the Israelites to the Promised land and create a new country where worshipping God is first and foremost. Power to infiltrate the Roman Empire and create Christendom where loving on Jesus and treating your neighbor as yourself is the rule of the day. Power to take twelve men of no repute and change the trajectory of the world.
Today we celebrate the Most Holy Trinity, three persons in one God, which is Perfect Friendship. Who are you walking alongside and praying with? Who is in your friendship posse? Are they supporting you in your faith walk and prayer life? Are they encouraging and lifting you up in prayer?
#findyourtribe
At a 2013 Steubenville Youth Conference in Springfield, Missouri, surrounded by 3,000 teens and adults, I palpably felt the power of the Holy Spirit during Adoration and received an infusion of incredible joy that has abided with me ever since. That weekend changed the way I thought of and participated in the Catholic Church; before that experience I went to Mass every Sunday and called myself Catholic, but my Sundays rarely bled into my weekdays and thought Mass was all ritual and impersonal. I believed that if you looked up the word Catholicism in the dictionary it would say “see Rule Followers.” After the conference, whew, not so much. I had a new appreciation – and love - for Jesus in the Eucharist and gosh, if I were to write a description of Catholicism it would say something like, “see AMAZING or FULL OF LIFE or WHAT AN ADVENTURE,” and yes, all in capital letters. From that summer weekend in 2013, it’s been quite the journey. I left academics for parish life, renewed my love of the Word, took my responses during Mass to heart, started writing again, and delved into all-things-Catholic.
Here’s the thing. I didn’t actually want to go to that conference. I only went because I’d heard about these conferences, wanted my daughter to go, and they needed an E3 certified parent to come along. I would rather have just sent my daughter, like all the other parents. But no, she really wanted me to come along. Working-mother that I am, I felt the “Catholic Guilt” of being away so much so I reluctantly signed up. God the Holy Spirit smiled. And here we are today.
The Holy Spirit goes where it wants and when it wills, which is why its nickname is the Wild Goose. The Holy Spirit dwells within us at our baptism and is activated at our Confirmation if the soul is open and docile. It is a powerful Advocate. Two men will receive the sacrament of Confirmation today, and I can hardly wait to see how the Spirit will move in their lives. How about yours? #GoHolySpiritGo
Laura Stierman started as our Director of Evangelization on June 28, 2021. She brings a lot of experience from parish life and has a great zeal for evangelization. Laura will help us develop and implement an overall evangelization plan which corresponds to our mission and vision. She will be part of a team that will develop and implement the curriculum for all our adult and youth formation so that it is missionary and evangelical. Welcome, Laura!