Saturday, September 3, 2016

Musings from an Inefficient Bystander

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JMJT! Praise be Jesus Christ! Now and Forever!

These days, I am reminded every moment of my dependence upon God, for my very breath, my life, my every step, literally. Since I have extensive nerve damage in my legs from neurological Lyme Disease, when I go out of the house, I usually do so with a wheelchair tucked in the trunk of the car.  Through the kindness of countless family members, friends, and even strangers, I  navigate through the outside world on wheels right now, sitting just a little bit lower than every one else, and depending on the goodness of so many to get me to where I need to go.  In other words, I am not my self-sufficient self. Wow ! What a revelation! What a humbling, glorious experience!  

In Psalm 131, we read in the ascent of David, 
LORD, my heart is not proud;
nor are my eyes haughty.
I do not busy myself with great matters,
with things too sublime for me.a
2Rather, I have stilled my soul,
Like a weaned child to its mother,
       weaned is my soul.b 

Indeed. You want to talk about simplifying. This is it. I am seeing the world through different eyes - the eyes of a child because there are so many things I just can't do right now. Just to clarify, this isn't about having a pity party, and this isn't about giving up hope. I have every expectation that I will recover from this or at least have enough healing to not need the use of a wheelchair, God willing. However, for the time being, it is a very new and in some ways liberating experience. You know, the chance I have to realize that not only was I never perfect, but I never will be. The experience that teaches me that I don't need to have every detail of my day planned, or be able to handle whatever comes my way. I can actually surrender and give some control to others, to God maybe even.  To trust Him, His journey for me, and the process.  Hmmm. Lip service is so much easier than the real deal, isn't it? 

Anyway, I just wanted to write some observations and graces that I have received this summer, during this unusual time.  I am still able to drive limited distances which is a great blessing, enabling me to transport my daughter when needed since she is still 15, and to get to Mass.  One morning, as I was getting ready to get on the highway to go those two short exits, I was talking to myself, "Oh no. I forgot to text one of my friends to wait and meet me in the parking lot so that I can get wheeled into church."  I heard a voice within me say, "Candida, don't you know that I am arranging everything for you? Don't worry. Everything you need will be taken care of. Trust me."  Just as Our Lord promised, as soon as I arrived in the parking lot and got situated in the handicapped space, a dear friend was walking right there in front of the car and came over to offer help in getting the chair out of the back and transporting me in. I was truly humbled and amazed. As if this were not enough, after Mass a gentleman I had never seen before came over and asked me, 'What can I do for you today and where do you want to go?' Well, I had been secretly pining to stay after Mass and not only pray the Rosary, but then stay to pray in front of the Tabernacle. I asked this kind ruggedly handsome man if that would inconvenience him. He told me he had nothing else planned for the day, and was happy to wait for me so that I could pray. After my sacred time of prayer, I signaled to him and he got me to my car and on my way. I never saw him again. 
Lesson: God really never disappoints and is always good to His promise and then some. He arranges all things if we let Him. 

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Whirlwheel by Olivia Wise See oliviawisestudio.com

I've have some adventures just being on wheels, so to speak. My playful 18 year old son decided that he wanted to have some fun in the airport and ran with me at break-neck speed down all of the ramps in order that we could pick up some speed and maybe break some world records, while barely missing some people and their luggage in the mix. Wow! That was exhilarating and definitely out of my control! My daughter on the other hand, was wheeling me around the mall for some back to school jean shopping a couple of days ago, and came to an uphill ramp. Ugh. She was trying to run up that ramp and keep the momentum going so she could get my 120 pound body up that incline. In the meantime, a woman very slowly walked in front of us with a huge green live parrot on her head. It was odd and very funny! It was hilarious to see these amidst the struggle of my dear daughter, on an ordinary Wednesday afternoon. I felt very child-like in those moments, amidst the humility of it all. 

And as a side note, children are very curious when you are in a wheel chair. I mean they want to ask questions and know the nitty-gritty of why this has happened and what's wrong with you. Parents - note to self. Let them. It's no secret to the person in the wheel chair and it is better for kids to learn that people with handicaps of all kinds have thoughts, feelings, emotions, and can very often communicate just like they can!
Lesson: Child like fun and simplicity come in moments when our hearts are open and we are able to receive, not when we've necessarily got it all together.  

One last observation, about a woman who lives on the streets and shows up for daily Mass at another church in our area every morning. She looks worn and has all of her possessions in a grocery cart, yet every morning she manages to get to 7AM Mass in order to pray and honor God.  Sometimes her mental illness seems to be flaring up, and she is talking out loud or flailing her arms, walking towards the altar at inappropriate times, or hiding underneath the pew. There have been a few unusual outbursts of behavior, but she is always there and she always approaches the priest in the Communion line for a blessing. The priests and the nuns all expect her, as well as the congregation, and treat her with gentle kindness and love.  One morning in the springtime, I was there and was sitting in the far right side section of the church, behind a grandmother and her grandson. The little boy was full of smiles and just beautiful in every way.  This homeless woman spotted him from her usual front row spot on the left side of the Church, and her face became elated and I saw pure joy. She came over right in the middle of Mass, her face radiant and shining with pure delight, and her smile so genuine. She was absolutely taken with this infant child, and I watched as she became transformed at that moment from someone suffering mental illness into exactly who she was as a person, and her love spilled out of her. I spied something of God that day through this woman, that baby, that grandmother. It was very unexpected, very raw and spontaneous. It was the revelation of His love and His Divine Presence within each person and each circumstance. It was the gift of life and love that connects all peoples to one another, and makes us brothers and sisters. It is how God "writes straight with crooked lines" [Gen 50:20]. How He will write with you and me, in all of our infirmities, inefficiencies, and handicaps. He loves us as we are and meets us where we are at. All we must do is say 'yes' and be ready for the adventure.  
Lesson: God writes straight with crooked lines. 

In closing, don't let the sun go down without praising Our Lord for what He has done for you in your life and continues to do. Things might look and feel messy and broken, but He's got us in the palm of His hand. Let us let go of our self-sufficiency to find out what magnificent plans He really has in mind for our lives. Let us embrace being inefficient by-standers every once in a while.  Amen. 

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Sunday, August 28, 2016

Field Trip on Feast of Transverberation



JMJT! 

Praise be Jesus Christ! Now and Forever!
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Friday morning, a dear friend and I embarked on a field trip to go get my chest port surgically placed, as I get ready to start treatment for neurological chronic Lyme disease, along with 5 co-infections.   It did not escape me that on the very day that St. Teresa had her visit from the seraph who would pierce her heart with a dart of Christ's love, I would be pierced with a surgical instrument from a human being to open up my veins and make me more accessible for treatment, as I am a phlebotomist's worst nightmare with my scar tissue and collapsing blood sources. OK. So I don't want to bore anyone with my health challenges and gory descriptions of medical procedures. This whole experience was not about that. To me, it was about opening myself up to let flow what needs to flow and to allow the doctors' access to what's needed on the inside. 

How often in the spiritual life and in life in general, do I find that I am closed off to the graces that Our Lord is trying to give me? Or so much scar tissue has accumulated that I cannot receive the gifts He is trying to grant me through Our Lady's hands, or I continue to try to approach a given situation with the same response, expecting different results? Then the Holy Spirit cannot move freely through me and I cannot cooperate with a present-moment fiat. In short, I want to flow. I want my life to flow, and I want it to flow through the breath of the Holy Spirit, the Holy Trinity.  I want His Divine Love and Mercy to be able to reach me and access the deepest recesses of my very being, that I can then allow those gifts to flow back out of me to reach and touch my family, my neighbors, my friends and enemies alike. 

Like blood through our veins, water through our hands, or sands through the hourglass, there is a flow to life. There is a rhythm that leads the tone, the shades, the nuances of our journeys when we place them in God's hands.  When we block such movement, or we fear what is happening, His Divine Will is thwarted and everlasting presence is cloaked in darkness.  I admit to much anxiety recently, awaiting my diagnoses and now readying for treatment, which has been likened to war to defeat Lyme and related tick borne diseases. I have reminded myself frequently that 'Perfect love casts out all fear." [1 Jn 4:18] and "Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it." [Proverbs 4:23]

This photo looks ridiculous because of all the water being used just to wash hands, but many of us have a habit of blasting the water


I am ready to have the blockages within my heart removed from me during this chapter in my life, as I prepare to enter this battle. My prayer is that I will surrender to Our Lord's Will in order that Our Lord's words may be fulfilled, "Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.” Over time, perhaps I can become a living host of Our Lord's love and mercy, pierced with the dart of His love as St. Teresa was, reflecting His Divine Mercy which was revealed when blood and water flowed from His side. This, following His complete surrender to the Will of the Father. Amen. 

Flow, Lord Jesus
Your Precious Blood which
Gushed forth from your wounds
Running crimson red,
More precious than gold.

Flow, Lord Jesus

Your tears dampening your cheeks
Glistening as they slowly
Cascade to the ground.

Flow, Lord Jesus

Your living waters
From the Inner chambers of your
Sacred Heart poured forth to form your
New creation, your Bride. Amen.

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Field Trip on Feast of Transverberation



JMJT! 

Praise be Jesus Christ! Now and Forever!
Image result for transverberation of st teresa

Friday morning, a dear friend and I embarked on a field trip to go get my chest port surgically placed, as I get ready to start treatment for neurological chronic Lyme disease, along with 5 co-infections.   It did not escape me that on the very day that St. Teresa had her visit from the seraph who would pierce her heart with a dart of Christ's love, I would be pierced with a surgical instrument from a human being to open up my veins and make me more accessible for treatment, as I am a phlebotomist's worst nightmare with my scar tissue and collapsing blood sources. OK. So I don't want to bore anyone with my health challenges and gory descriptions of medical procedures. This whole experience was not about that. To me, it was about opening myself up to let flow what needs to flow and to allow the doctors' access to what's needed on the inside. 

How often in the spiritual life and in life in general, do I find that I am closed off to the graces that Our Lord is trying to give me? Or so much scar tissue has accumulated that I cannot receive the gifts He is trying to grant me through Our Lady's hands, or I continue to try to approach a given situation with the same response, expecting different results? Then the Holy Spirit cannot move freely through me and I cannot cooperate with a present-moment fiat. In short, I want to flow. I want my life to flow, and I want it to flow through the breath of the Holy Spirit, the Holy Trinity.  I want His Divine Love and Mercy to be able to reach me and access the deepest recesses of my very being, that I can then allow those gifts to flow back out of me to reach and touch my family, my neighbors, my friends and enemies alike. 

Like blood through our veins, water through our hands, or sands through the hourglass, there is a flow to life. There is a rhythm that leads the tone, the shades, the nuances of our journeys when we place them in God's hands.  When we block such movement, or we fear what is happening, His Divine Will is thwarted and everlasting presence is cloaked in darkness.  I admit to much anxiety recently, awaiting my diagnoses and now readying for treatment, which has been likened to war to defeat Lyme and related tick borne diseases. I have reminded myself frequently that 'Perfect love casts out all fear." [1 Jn 4:18] and "Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it." [Proverbs 4:23]

This photo looks ridiculous because of all the water being used just to wash hands, but many of us have a habit of blasting the water


I am ready to have the blockages within my heart removed from me during this chapter in my life, as I prepare to enter this battle. My prayer is that I will surrender to Our Lord's Will in order that Our Lord's words may be fulfilled, "Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.” Over time, perhaps I can become a living host of Our Lord's love and mercy, pierced with the dart of His love as St. Teresa was, reflecting His Divine Mercy which was revealed when blood and water flowed from His side. This, following His complete surrender to the Will of the Father. Amen. 

Flow, Lord Jesus
Your Precious Blood which
Gushed forth from your wounds
Running crimson red,
More precious than gold.

Flow, Lord Jesus

Your tears dampening your cheeks
Glistening as they slowly
Cascade to the ground.

Flow, Lord Jesus

Your living waters
From the Inner chambers of your
Sacred Heart poured forth to form your
New creation, your Bride. Amen.

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Wednesday, August 10, 2016

The Year of Mercy - Finding it as Wife & Mother

JMJT! Praise be Jesus Christ! Now and Forever!

This entire year has pulsated with the recurring theme of Our Lord's Divine Mercy.  So many Catholics [and others] desire to plunge into that Mercy, to receive it fully and then offer it to others. In the past, I have spent much time reading books on prayer, mysticism, the lives of saints, divine providence, practicing the presence of God, etc. All have been excellent reads that have etched various pearls of wisdom upon my soul or influenced me in some way for the better, I hope. However, this year I have been much more focused on the basics of everyday living with my family and how to integrate all of these lofty notions of union with God, contemplation, mercy and love into my own household.  This seems pretty basic and perhaps obvious that I should have started there in the first place, but God is very patient with me, thank goodness! 

My husband and I began the Jubilee Year of Mercy attending a day with Dr. Allen Hunt who is a well-known marriage counselor and author of many books including Passion and Purpose for Marriage. This conference held on a beautiful fall Saturday morning was an eye-opener for my husband and I, who after 22 years of marriage, still loved one another very deeply, but needed some pointers on communicating and understanding one another's needs. Just by participating in a few exercises together, along with listening to the humorous and poignant stories of Dr. Hunt for 6 hours, we left with a better understanding of the daily commitment and awareness it takes to foster a deeper marital bond. The Scripture verse about the grain of wheat falling into the earth and dying in order to bear much fruit, became ever clearer. It dawned on me at that moment that this is the mercy which God calls us to each and every day in our very own home! To go out and perform corporal and spiritual works of mercy is always very pleasing to Our Lord, but it must start within my own marriage and family with the small sacrifices that we do for one another, in a spirit of unconditional love.


About this same time, I began to read Call to a Deeper Love, which is a collection of letters written by Blessed Zelie and Louis Martin, the parents of St. Thérèse.  From the start, it was obvious that their daily lives were ones of mercy and sacrifice for one another, their children, and their neighbors.  In one of the 14 letters included by Bl. Louis, he says, “Give, give always and make some people happy,  This attitude of generosity and thoughtfulness for others was always at the forefront of this family's household ways of life. Whether it was giving alms to the poor, helping sick neighbors, or spiritually and financially supporting those in need, we see a culture of mercy and Christian generosity cultivated on a daily basis.  The reader discovers how Bl. Louis lived this exhortation himself, by giving up his own watchmaking business in order that he might help and support the very successful lace-making business of Bl. Zelie, his wife.  He saw this as a natural means of supporting his spouse and living out his marriage vows, in creating what he described as, the intimate happiness of the family... It’s this beauty that brings us closer to Him.” 

Bl. Zelie had to radically trust in God's mercy and love through her own sorrows that beset her most of her married life, due to the death of their two infant sons, their five year old daughter Hélène , and a six and a half week old infant girl all within a short period of time.  Zelie was to learn that her infant daughter died due to her nurse maid being an alcoholic and thereby being unable to provide nourishment for her daughter, who Zelie could not nurse herself due to a long-standing medical condition with her breast.  She would also later learn that her daughter Leonie was emotionally and physically abused and threatened by the housemaid, Louise Marais. All of these situations could have left her quite cynical and hardened, but instead she was able to forgive these women and to trust in Our Lord's plan for her family in the face of such grief and tragedy.  

One month after the death of little Hélène, Zélie writes, “Ever since I lost that little child, I feel a burning desire to see her again . . . not one minute in the day passes that I don’t think of her.” (Letter of March 27, 1870).
To her brother—who himself had lost a child—she writes, “Yes, it is really hard, yet, my dear one, don’t grumble.  God is in charge, and for our good He can allow us to suffer a lot, and even more, but His help and grace will always be there for us . . .. ” (Letter of Oct.  17, 1871).
To her sister-in-law on that same occasion, Zélie gently shares her own painful experience: “May the good God grant you the grace to accept His holy will [Love].  Your dear little one is next to Him, He sees her, loves her, and you will see each other again one day.  This is a great consolation, one that I have been feeling and continue to feel still.  When I closed the eyes of my dear little children and was burying them, I felt much pain, and yet I have always accepted His will [Love].  I didn’t complain about the pain and the anxieties that I had put up with for their sake.  Many people would tell me, ‘It would have been better not to have had them at all.  ’ I couldn’t take that kind of talk.  I don’t believe that all the pain and anxieties can compare to the eternal happiness of my children.  And besides, they are not lost forever.  Life is short and full of unhappiness, but we will see each other again up there.”  (Letter of Oct.  17, 1871). [See http://www.louisandzeliemartin.org/sicari/] 
What faith, mercy, trust exhibited between spouses and within this household as they experienced the tumult of life in 19th century France!  How much can we learn from this attentiveness to one another's needs, and faith in God's loving plans for us amidst the crosses that are a part of the Christian family life!

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The second book I read on family life this year is called Mercy within Mercy: George and Pauline Vanier and the Search for God by Mary Frances Coady.  This biography of the Vanier family focuses on a couple who balances a very visible diplomatic life in Canada and France, with their strongly held Catholic faith. within this vocation to marriage and family life, Pauline is also called to the spirituality of the Secular Order of Discalced Carmelites, which offers the quiet prayer that she so longs for, as she often felt that she was walking a tightrope between her worldly duties of entertaining world figures; her family duties as wife and mother; and her call to contemplative prayer.  

Her spiritual director wrote many letters to allay her fears that she might be failing God when fulfilling these duties at her husband's side.  With great wisdom, Mother Mary of the Cross would advise her, 

"I take full responsibility in telling you that it is God's drawing and to go fearlessly & humbly perseveringly along the path indicated - prayer and a prayer life amid your many calls and seemingly conflicting duties. Why should not God have souls to serve Him in that way, just because of & in spite of circumstances so strange."  

After the strains of World War II, life would become even more hectic for the Vaniers who served in a variety of capacities to restore life to war-torn Europe, specifically France.  By a special grace at this time, the couple, along with their daughter, Thérèse, would have the opportunity to meet with Mother Agnes of Lisieux and Sister Genevieve, the sister of St. Thérèse, who would make a great impression upon them all. They spoke of their little saint who had died at the tender age of 24, and shared about family life.  The sisters promised to pray for the Vanier family and all of their intentions. Pauline was to write to her family about this life-changing meeting as follows, "We came away feeling that St. Thérèse was more than ever the protector of the family, more especially after the assurance of Mother Agnes's prayers. The whole thing is so closely linked."

The Vaniers would continue to deepen their commitment and practice to the Little Way.  In the meantime, Pauline would continue to feel the strain of having her husband traveling and interacting with the de Gaulle provisional government, while herself participating in her ongoing commitment to the Red Cross charity.  Again, she was advised, "I think of you with Our Lady in the epiphany Feast. She was indeed the 'Monstrance of Jesus' then, and so must you be by holiness of life and sweet gentleness in your own lovely home circle as in the broader sphere of your life. Make it your song of praise and love to Him for all He has lavished on you, and I am praying with you both."  

As life carried them back to Canada and retirement, both had a perspective of how God's Divine Mercy had been so pivotal in their married life, and how exercising this mercy towards one another had blossomed into the ever strengthening bonds of their marital union, and the sanctity of their children; one of who would become a Trappist monk [Benedict], and another who would become the founder of l'Arche, a community for the mentally disabled. [Their daughter Therese became a medical doctor, who would later become a religious affiliated with l'Arche, and their two remaining children who became devoted family men.]

From the beginning of their nuptials, George and Pauline were aware of one another's weaknesses, with George's left leg being lost in battle during WWI, and Pauline's delicate temperament and nerves which often triggered depression for her when there was too much activity or the chaos of war and diplomatic appointments forced separation from their family of five children.  When we read of the Vanier's amazing life of service and family, perhaps we don't relate to their high diplomatic circles and intercontinental lifestyle, but instead we see that it was their dedication and desire for God and to love and serve one another that bonded this family, and helped Pauline and George to reach the shores of eternal life with the mercy and assistance of the other through the ups and downs of life.

After the death of Pauline's husband George, her Trappist son Benedict wrote her a poignant and encouraging letter, "Daddy would have never been who he was without you. You made an astonishing little 'team', family-wise and career-wise. All the responsibility and affection into which he grew - as father of a family, as husband- would never have been, outside of your presence, life and heart. To say nothing of how he was gently prepared for grace and better understanding of who God is by that same presence, life and heart- yours. So- be at peace. You feel your poverty, your failings, and you are aware - even more- of who he was. But - remember how he was aware of his poverty, his failings. You more than any other can vouch for that." 

Anyone who has been married for a length of time comes to realize that their spouse knows who they are without any filters- the good, the bad, and the ugly. It is in marital love, that those parts of ourselves that are contrary to Gospel values and the Beatitudes can be uncovered and healed through the patient and loving-kindness of our beloved. This is the vocation of marriage and its fruits over the test of time. 

The Catechism of the Catholic Church tells speaks of these graces:

 1641 "By reason of their state in life and of their order, [Christian spouses] have their own special gifts in the People of God."147 This grace proper to the sacrament of Matrimony is intended to perfect the couple's love and to strengthen their indissoluble unity. By this grace they "help one another to attain holiness in their married life and in welcoming and educating their children."148
1642 Christ is the source of this grace. "Just as of old God encountered his people with a covenant of love and fidelity, so our Savior, the spouse of the Church, now encounters Christian spouses through the sacrament of Matrimony."149 Christ dwells with them, gives them the strength to take up their crosses and so follow him, to rise again after they have fallen, to forgive one another, to bear one another's burdens, to "be subject to one another out of reverence for Christ,"150 and to love one another with supernatural, tender, and fruitful love. In the joys of their love and family life he gives them here on earth a foretaste of the wedding feast of the Lamb.

The Appalling Strangeness of the Mercy of God

The last book I wish to speak of is the Story of Ruth Pakaluk in "The Appalling Strangeness of the Mercy of God". This account of a young couple attending Harvard who convert from atheism, to evangelical Christianity, to Protestantism, to Catholicism in indeed a riveting one, as it takes place in our modern day.  As we read about their search for truth and finding God and His Church, the challenges of their early married life, their plunge into parenthood, and the twists and turns of their studies, careers, and Ruth's dedication to the pro-life cause through speaking, writing curriculums, serving on boards, engaging in politics, and living this message of love for life in their own home, we can relate to their joys and sorrows, the love and compromises that make up the maturation of their marriage. 

Amidst all of hubbub of this family who would eventually expand to seven children; the Ivy League academic career of Ruth's husband, Michael; the hiking trips around Great Britain and the Eastern United States; and the pro-life tours, debates and radio and tv interviews for Ruth, the inexplicable happens. The bombshell drops. Ruth is diagnosed with breast cancer in 1991. But we see with this couple's faith and the integration of the spirituality of Opus Dei into their daily lives, that Ruth calmly faces her disease, undergoing a mastectomy and five months of chemo. There was incredible community support, and after the completion of this regiment, Ruth's life returned to the normal routine of taking care of her brood of children, and preparing for the arrival of her next [and last] little one, Anna Sophia who would be born in April, 1993. 

Later that same year, Ruth would notice severe pain in her lower back and hip. Tests revealed that cancer had become metastatic. With great grace and courage, we go on a journey with Ruth as she corresponds with loved ones and friends over the next five years, knowing that she will not escape inevitable death from this disease.  Towards the end of her life she writes to a friend who asked her about the teaching of the Roman Catholic Church against contraception that, "Anyway, we adopted this way of living, thought I don't claim that I  embraced it with wholehearted enthusiasm at first. It is the sort of truth [like fidelity in marriage] that you understand and appreciate more fully as time passes and you accumulate more life experiences."  

She shares with another friend in one of her last letters, "I am relieved to have lived to see Sophie in kindergarten. Whatever happens, I am quite grateful for the great life I was given with so many more blessings than most people ever get. I am even just a little bit patient to see heaven, being - I suppose a true believer and also hard to please, I figure if the fallen world is this pleasant, what could heaven be but irresistible?"

She also pens a letter to a dear friend who was a former flame of hers in high school. She reflects on the change in their relationship and her marriage to Michael as follows, "I have also had many years to ponder why my identity went AWOL during freshman year. It was, I conclude, sinful self-will and self-absorption, pure and simple. Perhaps it was necessary for me to learn just how selfish I could be and how badly I could hurt people by following my own inclinations rather then what is really true. Anyway, as a result of the debacles of that year, I became serious about Christianity and ended up marrying Michael, the one person who has proved capable of forcing me to admit when what I want to do is, in fact, wrong."

On September 23, 1998, at the age of 41 Ruth went to her eternal reward. We see that through the blessings and mercy of marriage, that she learned about herself, died to herself, and offered herself and the gifts God had given to her for her husband, children, and greater community, in union with Christ, her Savior and Redeemer. This is mercy. This is the means by which Our Lord's Divine Mercy shines forth through us, through our spouses, and family. As Jesus promises us, "For whosoever would save his life shall lose it; but whosoever shall lose his life for my sake, the same shall save it." [Luke 9:24] The Holy Family shows us how to accomplish this in our everyday lives as a template of this self-giving love within the family unit. Each of these families, emulates the call to holiness within the vocation of married life. May those of us called to this state in life, take note of it and attain it with God's infinite grace, mercy and patience!

Sunday, April 17, 2016

The Heavenly Soup of Our Lady

JMJT! Praise be Jesus Christ! Now and Forever!


The Soup, Pablo Picasso 1902

I ran across this picture when looking for images that might represent a moment that has etched itself upon my mind while studying and reading Mariam - The Little Arab by Amedee Brunot in our formation class. The story read like a novel. After refusing to convert to Islam at the suggestion of a protector and fellow servant, the Little Arab, as she is fondly referred to, was taken her to a dark alley and her throat was slit open as she lay there being left for dead. This occurred on the September 8th, 1858, which is the Feast day of Our Lady's Nativity. She recounted to her Novice Mistress as follows,  

“A nun dressed in blue picked me up and stitched my throat wound. This happened in a grotto somewhere. I then found myself in heaven with the Blessed Virgin, the angels and the saints. They treated me with great kindness. In their company were my parents. I saw the brilliant throne of the Most Holy Trinity and Jesus Christ in His humanity. There was no sun, no lamp, but everything was bright with light. Someone spoke to me. They said that I was a virgin, but that my book was not finished. "



She then found herself once again in the grotto with this beautiful  lady in blue.  One day, the unknown nurse prepared some soup for her that was so heavenly and delicious that she asked for more. She would never forget the taste of this heavenly soup, but was promised that on her death bed she will taste it again. She reminisced, "She made me some soup! Oh, such good soup! There I was a long time, looking, and never ate soup like that. I have the taste in my mouth. She promised me that at my last hour, she will give me a little spoonful of it."  

How much do we all yearn for this soup? The comfort of our mother's tender love and care when we are sick, when we have fallen low in life, or we are in emotional or physical need or pain? We all seek and pine for the tenderness of mothers in our lives, and we look even further to our Celestial Mother and Queen who can provide perfect maternal love and concern for her children. If we really meditate on this heavenly soup, I think that we can all recall times when God delivered a healing remedy to our woes, that was delivered by the Theotokos, the Mother of God, Spouse of the Holy Spirit.  Job was promised in his darkest time of need, ""God is leading you away from danger, Job, to a place free from distress. He is setting your table with the best food. [Job 36: 16] How many times has she interceded for us and kept us safe from harm! 

During this Easter season, we must continue to explore the vast expanses of how Our Lord has provided 'heavenly soup' for our souls when we have needed it most. We should keep close to our hearts song of praise and thanksgiving, that even in the most difficult of circumstances, we are not left orphans, but instead Our Triune God sends us relief in the form of graces and packages both big and little that warm our hearts and give us hope. These are given to us by a variety of people in our lives, but most especially through the hands of Our Lady who loves all of her spiritual children throughout the world.  


Sunday, March 13, 2016

Lenten Musings on Silence & Prayer Père Jacques Style

JMJT! Praise be Jesus Christ! Now and Forever!


The Lenten liturgical season is marching rapidly towards Holy Week, and I have been silent. Although my life continues to swirl with activity and a balancing act between prayer, tending to my family, and work, it probably wouldn't look silent from bystanders on the outside. But, amidst this I've had the opportunity to read and study a beautiful book that calls us to reflect on the role of silence and prayer in our lives. It is called Listen to the Silence, by Père Jacques de Jésus , and consists of notes taken from 14 conferences he gave to the nuns at the Carmel of Pontoise in September, 1943, just prior to his arrest by the Nazis for harboring Jewish students at his all boys school where he was Headmaster.  [For more information on his life, go to perejacques.org]  

In this retreat, Père Jacques gets to the heart of the matter and drills deeply into what it means to be called to prayer and to live the evangelical counsels in our daily lives. He reveals the very purpose of Carmel as 'a community of human beings who reveal God to other human beings.' He further insists that, 'There should be a Carmel in every city, and then there would be no need for works. One would see God through these human beings who live for him and Him alone.'  Wow! That is quite a statement about the strength of love and prayer found in the School of Carmel if we truly live it. 

This is where the challenges begin.  Some of his maxims and questions can be excellent tools for meditation and an examination of conscience for us during this season that calls us to personal growth and stretching out of our comfort zones. I'll share a few such nuggets of wisdom here.

1. "We cannot see Christ and remain as we are. To see Christ, we must do as Zacchaeus did. We must become poor. Riches drag down the soul. One has to become small in stature, that is detached from the goods of the world."

2.When I speak of seeing Christ, I mean the mysterious, misty vision of faith, which is the fruit of the prayer of simple regard and not the result of any activity on our part. I mean the experience of being swept up by Christ himself. When we have diligently devoted  ourselves to charity, obedience, service, and self-control, and when Christ has seen the constancy of our commitment, then he Himself comes to us."

3.  "Prayer should be our steady, supernatural method of breathing, day and night, in the silence of our souls."

4. Père Jacques speaks of those who want only consolations in prayer, and eventually walk away from God. Then he asks, "In truth, are we any different? Are we not likewise lacking in courage and total acceptance? Do we not seek to exercise choice, to impose conditions, and to  make bargains in our relationship with God?" What about adopting the attitude of st. Therese: 'Lord, I accept all.'?

5. He addressed to religious, but this can also apply to all Carmelites and those following Jesus, "In response to the question: What is our life's work, we have said: to be persons of prayer. If we are not persons of prayer, our lives are meaningless. Even God can do nothing with us, if we are not persons of prayer."  

6. "We live our lives only once, not twice. Therefore, each day, which slips slowly through our fingers, hour by hour, is irretrievable. A life misspent is lost forever."

7. "We must die to ourselves. Our 'I' must come to know this mystical death in order to know the fullness of prayer.  If we hold onto ourselves for fear of mystical death and the surrender of our worldly desires ,and if we hold on to our soul with its earthly attitudes, then we will remain just as we are with our own little soul and our own little bit of human happiness.  We must let our human 'I' diminish and ultimately coalesce into the divine will, the very being of God."


Coptic, 8th century, National Museum in Warsaw

8. "God is eternal silence; God dwells in silence....The works of God are marked in silence...Silence is the great master. It speaks to the human heart. Silence is not a empty void; God dwells therein." 

9. Regarding our own interior silence, "The soul must not be a public square, where there is always a crowd of gossipers or of persons recalled from the past with their tales of suffering and rebuke. Such types, seething at their imagined foes and smarting in their own self-love, are seriously at fault."

10. Père Jacques spoke of baptizing our suffering. "At no moment did Christ conceal any element of his Passion from his Mother.  Christ treated all the saints, without exception, in the same way. To the measure that He loved a soul, to that degree he saddled it with trials. What else would you expect? Christ is not someplace other than on the  Cross, with his head torn open by the crown of thorns and his body pierced by the whips and nails of his executioners...When Christ embraces someone, that person's head is touched by the crown of Thorns on the Lord's head  and the mark of the cross is left on him, because the Lord's mangled hand is covered with blood. To espouse Christ is to espouse the Cross."

Words of Hope and Comic Relief

These counsels might seem burdensome or make one feel like a beginner, as it were. The easiest means of dealing with our shortcomings and this call to do better is to emulate St. Terese's littleness, and remember her quip after falling and arising again with Christ at her side, 'And so we begin again.'  Père Jacques advises us to also remember our Holy Mother, St. Teresa of Avila who accepted all of God's Will in abandonment. She would confidently proclaim, "God is all powerful and He loves me." This slays our fears and our egos. It allows us to approach Our Lord as His children, and follow Him unreservedly.

I will leave you with this humorous story. A couple of weekends ago, my family attended a Christian music festival in the evening. We did not get tickets to this sold out show at Grand Canyon University, but they were inviting everyone to come and watch for free on huge screens that they had set up for the event. And so we went with lawn chairs in hand. The first band was a bit quirky to say the least. One song was about a chainsaw and featured the musicians hacking away at an imaginary tree with a chainsaw. My daughter looked at me perplexed and said, 'What next? A weed wacker?' As odd as it was, I kept thinking about that image and sawing away my sins - cutting them out of my life, and preferably at the roots. Of course, some things we can actively do on our own to stop our sins and bad habits, and other deeper issues need passive purification and healing. I then thought of the kinder, gentler  image I associate with St. John of the Cross. A pair of scissors to cut the little strings that hold us back from our souls ascending to God in prayer. 

I am still in need of the scissors, and still in need of God's Grace and Mercy which allow this cutting out and ridding the fungus in our lives.  In all of this, I know that silence is the key to knowing ourselves, knowing God, recognizing where we need healing and forgiveness, and moving forward with the Holy Spirit at our sides. Père Jacques reminds us of this in a beautiful way.







Sunday, February 7, 2016

Jessica Powers Celebrates Divine Mercy




JMJT! Praise be Jesus Christ! Now and Forever!


Today is the birthday of Jessica Powers, the great Carmelite mystic otherwise known as Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit who lived and died in the 20th Century in America. Sister Miriam was a creative soul who was seeking God from an early age. She loved Our Lord and she loved all of His creation, where she found His fingerprints especially pronounced and constantly whispering and revealing His Divine Wisdom to her. She was able to express this love in prayer, silence, and her beautiful poetry that touched people's lives even before being called to consecrated religious life. Upon examination, her entire life was one of seeking all in the All, and constantly questioning the meaning of life in a pure existential spirit. As so often happens, the more she probed and prayed in open receptivity to the movement of the Holy Trinity, the more questions were stirred, but also contributed to an increase in faith and peace.  

Just a bit of background on the poet mystic- She was a native of Wisconsin, born in 1905 near Mauston. Following the death of her parents, she returned home to care for her siblings and the family farm after two one-year journeys. The first took her to Marquette University in Milwaukee as a student, the second to a job in Chicago. When her brothers and sisters were old enough to care for themselves, Jessica moved to New York in 1937 to pursue a career in writing. Her poems were published in a variety of magazines including Commonweal and America. Her first collected work of poems was published in book form in 1939.


In 1941 she entered the Carmelite community in Milwaukee, which moved a few years later to Pewaukee, Wisconsin. She became Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit and eventually the superior of the community. She continued to write poetry, which was collected into several volumes, including a book of poetry for children. Jessica Powers died at the Carmelite monastery in August 1988. [See http://www.churchsp.org/mercyofgod]
Through her life experiences and her observations of nature and changing seasons, she understood the pattern of the Savior that repeats itself in all of humanity and His creation. Namely, she saw the kaleidoscope of birth, life, death and resurrection in every soul around her, most notably her own. She further understood the role of Divine Mercy as the core healing balm of every one of these experiences, and as a catalyst to cope with and embrace new seasons in one's life and to finally enjoy divine intimacy with God. Two poems come to mind that explore this mystical reality: The Garments of God and The Mercy of God. 
The Mercy of God 
I am copying down in a book from my heart's archive
the day that I ceased to fear God with a shadowy fear.
Would you name it the day that I measured my column of virtue
and sighted through windows of merit a crown that was near?
Ah, no, it was rather the day I began to see truly
That I came forth from nothing and ever toward nothingness tend,
that the works of my hands are a foolishness wrought in the presence
of the worthiest king in a kingdom that never shall end.
I rose up from the acres of self that I tended with passion
and defended with flurries of pride:
I walked out of myself and went into the woods of God's mercy,
and here I abide. 
There is greenness and calmness and coolness, a soft leafy covering
from judgment of sun overhead,and the hush of His peace, and the moss of His mercy to tread.I have nought but my will seeking God; even love burning in me is a fragment of infinite loving and never my own.
And I Fear God no more; I go forward to wander forever
 in a wilderness of His infinite mercy alone.
Within this ode to God's Mercy, one recognizes the call of nada...the perpetual Fall-like nakedness of the soul that calls one to continually shed layers of crud, untruth, and false selves, in order to allow the expansion of the soul for The Holy Trinity to dwell within. 
The Art Room: Bare Trees: Vincent van Gogh: Ink Drawing, Gogh Drawings, Gogh Sketches Drawings, Art Van Gogh, Van Gogh Museum, Winter Garden, Gogh 1853 1890, Vincent Van Gogh
The Art Room, Bare Trees By Vincent Van Gogh
Selected Poetry of Jessica Powers, edited by Regina Siegfried and Robert Morneau, presents the above poem, as well as the Garments of God.
Garments of God
God sits on a chair of darkness in my soul.
He is God alone, supreme in His majesty.
I sit at His feet, a child in the dark beside Him;
my joy is aware of His glance and my sorrow is tempted
to nest on the thought that His face is turned from me.
He is clothed in the robes of His mercy, voluminous garments—
not velvet or silk and affable to the touch,
but fabric strong for a frantic hand to clutch,
and I hold to it fast with the fingers of my will.
Here is my cry of faith, my deep avowal
to the Divinity that I am dust.
Here is the loud profession of my trust.
I need not go abroad
to the hills of speech or the hinterlands of music
for a crier to walk in my soul where all is still.
I have this potent prayer through good or ill”
here in the dark I clutch the garments of God.

The Return of the Prodigal Son(1773) by Pompeo Batoni

In this Jubilee Year of Mercy, Sr. Miriam's poetry captures the innate mercy of God within the cycles of life which grips the soul, and opens up possibilities for anyone, including those who sometimes get lost on the journey of life...even the most hardened of sinners. At the deepest center of its meaning is hope. Hope in new beginnings, in reclaiming who we are, and realizing and becoming a new creation, and the person that God created each of us individually to be in His Kingdom.   There is not a single person living who does not need this mercy, to taste it, to know it, and to believe in it. There is not a person who does not need a new beginning in some dark recess of his or her heart and soul.  That is the beauty of this year, and her timeless message.