Wednesday, November 30, 2016

St. Andrew Invites us to be Evangelizers



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Today the universal church celebrates the Feast of St. Andrew, the Apostle.  Andrew was a fisherman, along with his brother Simon Peter. We are told that he was initially a follower of John the Baptist, but upon hearing the exhortation of the Baptist, "Behold, the Lamb of God!", his eyes were immediately opened and he recognized Jesus as the Christ and became Jesus' first disciple.  Andrew then invited his brother to meet this Jesus, the Messiah, and follow him. Ultimately, in the Gospel of Matthew, it recounts Jesus walking along the shore of the Sea of Galilee when He saw Andrew and Simon Peter fishing, and then asked the two to become disciples and "fishers of men."

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I always love this Feast Day, because it signals the beginning of Advent. By tradition, the feast of St. Andrew marks the end of the liturgical year and the beginning of a new year with the start of Advent. In fact, the Sunday that falls nearest to St. Andrew’s feast day on November 30th is always the first Sunday of Advent.  

I also associate it with the beautiful Christmas Novena Preparatory Prayer which goes like this:


St. Andrew Christmas Novena

Hail and blessed be the hour and moment in which the Son of God was born Of the most pure Virgin Mary, at midnight, in Bethlehem, in the piercing cold. In that hour vouchsafe, I beseech Thee, O my God, to hear my prayer and grant my desires through the merits of Our Savior Jesus Christ, and of His blessed Mother. Amen
But  I want to look at the role that St. Andrew played in bringing his brother, the very 'rock' of the Church, to the feet of Jesus.  What if he had not done this or had lacked the courage to invite his brother to come see this Jesus? What if he had not been open to receive the proclamation of St. John the Baptist, pointing towards the 'Lamb of God'? What if he had been unwilling to leave everything behind and follow Our Lord?  Talk about being the first Christian evangelist! He was open, vocal, and inviting. He was willing to speak with others about what touched his heart.  In this era referred to as the new evangelization, St. Andrew serves as an exemplar of one who demonstrates conviction, faith, and steadfastness.
I ponder the Andrews in my own life who have invited me to move out of my comfort zone, to grow, to commit, to say 'yes' to the Lord's invitation to come follow Him and ultimately come closer to Him. It is astounding how much my faith has grown due to the encouragement of others who have shared their love and experience of Jesus Christ with me. For example, more than 13 years ago I was invited to attend a Small Christian Community by someone at my parish to learn more about Holy Scriptures. After attending, I then learned more about Our Lady and was invited to pray the Holy Rosary and deepen my understanding of Her role as our spiritual mother. This allowed the Virgin Mary to begin to invite me to deeper conversion and cultivate the desire to attend daily Mass, frequent the sacraments, and pray in Adoration. After furthering my commitment to this, I was invited by a mother and daughter who attended daily Mass to attend the Secular Order of Discalced Carmelites. [OCDS], and would ultimately join and become a vowed member over the course of more than a decade. 
Thanks to the evangelists Our Lord put in my life [Helen, Linda, & Megan, to name a few], my spiritual journey has been shaped, molded, and further strengthened.   In turn, St. Andrew's natural inclination to invite his brother, also leads me to take inventory of how I can be a voice of love and encouragement for others who may not yet know Christ or have forgotten Him, to come to know and treasure Him in their hearts, homes, and daily lives. 
The US Conference of Bishops wrote of this call in their encyclical of 2012 entitled Disciples Called to Witness
The New Evangelization is a call to each person to deepen his or her own faith, have confidence in the Gospel, and possess a willingness to share the Gospel. It is a personal encounter with the person of Jesus, which brings peace and joy. The New Evangelization provides the lens through which people experience the Church and world around them. The New Evangelization invites people to experience God’s love and mercy through the sacraments, especially through the Eucharist and Penance and Reconciliation. Evangelization is the essence of the Church’s identity: “The Church on earth is by its very nature missionary since, according to the plan of the Father, it has its origin in the mission of the Son and the holy Spirit.” Pope Paul VI reawakened the Church’s evangelizing mission, Blessed John Paul II championed the call for the New Evangelization, and Pope Benedict XVI has reaffirmed the need for the New Evangelization. (See http://www.usccb.org/beliefs-and-teachings/how-we-teach/new-evangelization/upload/Disciples-Called-To-Witness-The-New-Evangelization.pdf)
Let us ask St. Andrew during this Advent season and beyond to assist us in answering the call to be witnesses of Jesus Christ and to give testimony to His unfailing action in our lives.  In examining the lives of St. Andrew and all the apostles, we see that Jesus does not call the qualified, but instead qualifies the called. Let us have open hearts and minds to hear and see the Lord's presence in our midst, and then to share with others. Amen.  
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Sunday, October 23, 2016

The Twelve Degrees of Silence

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I weave a silence...
I weave a silence on to my lips,
I weave a silence into my mind,
I weave a silence within my heart.
I close my ears to distractions,
I close my eyes to attractions,
I close my heart to temptations.
Calm me, Lord, as you stilled the storm.
Still me, Lord, keep me from harm.
Let all the tumult within me cease.
Enfold me Lord in your peace.

-Anon.
A Prayer from the Celtic Tradition
In our current world, silence is hard to come by.  Everyone seemingly wants to weigh in this political season as to who is right and who is wrong, make suggestions on domestic and foreign policy, and vocally share what is going on in their life, with their families, etc. We have a need to be constantly stimulated and entertained with a variety of modalities to accomplish this. Our world  is certainly in need of vocal witnesses to share the Good News of Jesus Christ, His message, His Hope, His Merciful Love, and His Light amidst the darkness in our culture of despair, depression, and death. But I find that as the societal atmosphere gets more heated up and vocal, I am becoming increasingly silent. I have checked my heart on this several times, and asked myself, "Are you being cowardly? Are you committing sins of omission? Are you opting out of your duty to proclaim truth in this present era and call of the new evangelization?"  Well, it is certainly possible. There have been times when I could have said more, been more forthcoming or articulate for sure. But what I am observing within is a need for silence and to the listen to the Holy Spirit for direction and guidance. I am very certain that most Americans and Catholics have heard the arguments for life, for protecting the dignity of every human being including the unborn, the immigrant, the poor, women, minorities, etc. in this election. I really just don't believe that there is anything else for me to say or add. Furthermore, I feel a pull to draw me inwards towards the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, in fact, the Holy Trinity, as St. Elizabeth of the Trinity so eloquently proclaims as abiding within our souls. The only way to accomplish this is through silence.  

To assist me in cooperating with this tug towards silence, I purchased and read a book entitled, The Twelve Degrees of Silence, written by a French Discalced Carmelite nun named Sr. Marie Aimeé de Jésus, ocd [1839-1874].  In this brief encapsulation of her spirituality and what Our Lord Jesus revealed to this mystic in prayer, Sr. Marie Aimeé outlines the degrees of silence that correspond with deepening degrees of sanctity when done  in humility and unity with the movements of the Holy Spirit in union with Jesus Christ. Our Savior told Sr. Marie Aimeé that by practicing ever deepening silence, that she would become transformed into "a pure current that flows in God, into the torrent dissolved without trace." In this naked spirituality, she followed St. John of the Cross' way of 'nada' to become devoid of any personal ego, preferences, or attachments in order to be molded into "the most pure temple" where "there exists no noise, all is silent, peaceful and contemplative" and she gives "only God's life" [See The Twelve Degrees of Silence" p. 30] 

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Furthermore, He would use her increasing degrees of silence to refute a great heresy promoted by Renen in The Life of Jesus which promulgated the idea that Jesus was not divine. Sr. Marie Aimeé wanted to defend Our Lord, but was not to do so through vocal words, but through written words. Hers was a silent and written defense of the sacred Humanity of Jesus Christ, which would be approved by her superior and learned spiritual directors, who themselves recognized that it was Our Lord Himself who was granting the simple Sr. Marie Aimeé the profound insights and illuminations that she was expressing in her response to this heretical published doctrine. 

So impressed was St. Teresa Benedicta of the Cross [Edith Stein] concerning Sr. Marie Aimeé's schema in accomplishing this total abnegation and purging of self, that she wrote an essay dedicated to her spirituality.   St. Teresa Benedicta recognized that this privileged soul knew how to keep the secrets of the King from a young age, and that perfecting this silence would be Our Lord's path to sanctity and union with this most pure soul.  [See The Hidden Life: Essays, Meditations & Spiritual Texts, Essay II.4]

So, what are these 12 degrees of silence?  In the interior life, they are as follows:

1. Silence in Words
2. Silence in Actions
3. Silence in One's Imagination
4. Silence with One's Memories
5. Silence with Others
6. Silence with One's Heart
7.Silence to Self-Interest
8. Silence of the Mind
9. Silence to Judgments
10. Silence to the Will
11. Silence towards Oneself
12. Silence with God

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Of course, attaining these levels of silence takes profound prayer, surrender and abandonment to God's abundant graces and mercy. It is a daily task and a moment by moment abiding with the Holy Spirit, to listen to His promptings and to learn self mastery.  I continue my feeble little steps in cooperating towards this, but am reminded on a daily basis that it is Our Lord who does the heavy lifting in such an endeavor. 

Sr. Marie Aimeé eloquently shares, "Our Lord has been so graceful towards me; He has so abundantly perfected in me his blessed love and all the other virtues that I do not recognize myself anymore. I find myself in this awakening after the union with my God, and my transformation in Him, like one who falls asleep as a little or sick child, and wakes as a perfectly grown adult." 

In a world of constant noise and banter, Sr. Marie Aimeé shows us another side to the new evangelization. A side that is hidden and silent. One that focuses on the transformation of self in the hidden recesses of one's soul, through the purifying action of the Holy Trinity. One that can then radiate out the truth of Christ, His Gospel of love, repentance, and hope.  

"I want to sing a song for you composed of whispers in memory of your blessedness and my faults...O my Lord, what shelter have you prepared for a soul so feeble as mine, so that, independent of this incumbent body, she might elevate herself to Her Creator and her All? "

May it be so accomplished, through the intercession of Sr. Marie Aimeé. Amen. 

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Saturday, September 10, 2016

How to Suffer Gracefully in the words of St. Mother Teresa of Calcutta

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JMJT! Praise be Jesus Christ! Now and Forever!


Suffering is definitely a word most people want to erase from their consciousness and their vocabulary, especially when describing one's own life or those dear to us. Yet, we all know that life entails suffering and it is inevitable.   People can have all sorts of material possessions, seemingly glamorous lives, or live in beautiful surroundings, but are still unable to escape the reality of being crushed in some way by life's circumstances, by the unexpected.  Suffering finds us all, regardless of wealth, status, genetics, connections, faith, race, nationality, gender, etc.  And  suffering is unique to each individual and comes in a myriad of forms.

Fortunately, Christians have been given a roadmap for how to embrace suffering and behave in such moments. Jesus tells us,  If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. 25 For whoever would save his life[a] will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake will find it. 26 For what will it profit a man if he gains the whole world and forfeits his soul? Or what shall a man give in return for his soul?"  [Mt 16:24-26] Jesus guarantees suffering in this life, but also promises eternal reward.  St. Peter explains it further in his First Letter, "For you have been called for this purpose, since Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example for you to follow in His steps." [1 Peter 2:21]

Yet, when push comes to shove, when we find ourselves suffering due to grief and loss, physical and/or emotional pain, mental or physical illness, loneliness, unemployment, dysfunctional relationships, etc. it can be hard to know how to proceed and succeed in our call to carry our Cross. For me, I have had some time these past few months to ponder the true meaning of this call and  believe that the saints who have walked the journey before us, give us the blueprint to suffering gracefully and joyfully. 

I turn to the most recent saint in our Church, St. Mother Teresa of Calcutta, who suffered spiritually, physically, and emotionally for nearly 50 years. She saw such abject poverty and rejection of those dying in the streets. She experienced all of these scourges herself in so many ways in the dark night of her soul, in her own poverty, and the constant need to beg for the needs of her sisters and her patients. Yet, she never gave up and saw suffering as a great gift from God. She tells us, 

Today the passion of Christ is being relived in the lives of those who suffer. To accept that suffering is a gift of God.

Suffering is not a punishment. God does not punish.
Suffering is a gift—--though, like all gifts, it depends on how we receive it. And that is why we need a pure heart---to see the hand of God, to feel the hand of God, to recognize the gift of God in our suffering.

Suffering is not a punishment. Jesus does not punish.
Suffering is a sign—--a sign that we have come so close to Jesus on the cross, that He can kiss us, show that He is in love with us, by giving us an opportunity to share in His passion.
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Christ came to share in our suffering. Christ allows us to share in His suffering. Whatever we suffer He has suffered. He understands our suffering. And our suffering that is shared with the innocent suffering of Christ on the Cross is a gift of God. How is our suffering a gift of God? Suffering becomes a gift when we have the courage to accept whatever God allows, permits, sends or gives with a smile. When we can still smile through our suffering, it means that Christ is still with us. And we do not become frustrated, resentful, angry and/or bitter. That is a gift of God. It is also a blessing because our trust in Christ and our patient endurance of suffering encourage others to face and accept with courage their own suffering with Christ. We need to remember that when we share in Christ’s suffering we also share in His glory. So, we must never allow our suffering to fill us with so much sorrow and bitterness as to make us forget the joy of the risen Christ. Indeed, suffering can become a means to greater love, greater empathy and greater generosity.

She offers more insights into how to suffer illness or desolation: "Those of you who are sick, when things are hard, take refuge in Christ’s heart. There my own heart will find with you strength and love."  

"Suffering will never be completely absent from our lives. So don’t be afraid of suffering. Your suffering is a great means of love, if you make use of it, especially if you offer it for peace in the world. Suffering in and of itself is useless, but suffering that is shared with the passion of Christ is a wonderful gift and a sign of love. Christ’s suffering proved to be a gift, the greatest gift of love, because through his suffering our sins were atoned for. Suffering, pains sorrow, humiliation, feelings of loneliness, are nothing but the kiss of Jesus, a sign that you have come so close that He can kiss you."

"At the moment of death, we will not be judged by the amount of work we have done but by the weight of love we have put into our work. This love should flow from self—sacrifice and it must be felt to the point of hurting."  

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Surrender is true love. The more we surrender, the more we love God and souls. If we really love souls, we must be ready to take their place, to take their sins upon us and expiate them. We must be living holocausts, for the souls need us as such.
(The Love of Christ: Spiritual Counsels, Mother Teresa of Calcutta, 103).              

"The important thing, is not to waste suffering. Join it to the suffering of Christ; offer it up with his suffering. Don't waste suffering ."

To recap the wisdom of St. Mother Teresa of Calcutta, we must remember the following in the midst of sufferings:

1. Recognize suffering as a gift;
2. Accept whatever God allows or sends to us with a smile;
3. Take refuge in Christ's heart;
4. Do not waste suffering, but surrender to it;
5. Give of self to the point of hurting - take the place of others

May it be so.  St. Mother Teresa of Calcutta, pray for us! 

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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!
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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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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!