Increasing Hostility Toward Religion? No Wonder

News coverage of the riots and deaths stemming from rage at the short movie, “Innocence of Muslims” reminded me of a Catholic News Agency article by Michele Bauman I read in my local diocesan paper a couple of weeks ago. It’s title, “Study Reveals Increasing Hostility in US Toward Religion” caught my attention. “I’m not surprised,” I thought, and placed it on my desk, intending to comment in this blog. There the article remained until this morning’s news moved me to write the post.

First, a little background on the groups that put out the study cited in the CNA article. One, the Liberty Institute headed by Kelly Shackelford, is a conservative Christian advocacy group that focuses much of its attention on pro bono legal cases involving people or churches who believe their first amendment rights are being violated on the grounds of their Christian faith. A prominent case, dubbeded the “Candy Cane Case,” defends the right of a young student to bring candy canes with a religious story attached to the class Christmas party.

The second organization is Family Research Council, headed by Tony Perkins. This group was designated a “hate group” by the Southern Poverty Law Center in 2010 for its dissemination of “false and denigrating propaganda about LGBT people.” The Human Rights Campaign’s president, Chad Griffin writes in the Washington Post’s Opinion page that “The real issue is the Family Research Council’s well documented and continuous pattern of hateful rhetoric.” Hardly credentials for writing about hostility against a group of people.

I downloaded the Executive Summary of “Survey of Religious Hostility in America” and as one would expect from such groups, the only “religious hostilities” mentioned are those perceived against Christians or Christian churches or causes. What about cases of hostility against Muslims, Jews, or non-believers? Our country is not homogenous in any way: ethnicity, race, or religion. As a country we must be respectful of everyone’s right to believe and worship, or not, according to his or her beliefs or lack of belief.

Such respect was not given to Muslim believers by the makers of the film mentioned above, ridiculing Mohammed and portraying him as violent and obsessed with sex. According to an AP article by Michale R. Blood, the permit for the film has been connected to a Christian charity, Media for Christ. Sigh.

So you see why, when I saw the headlines of the CNA article in my local Catholic paper, my response was not surprise. With hate-filled rhetoric and religious extremists on every side, why wouldn’t the general public have less and less respect for religion? Why one might feel hostility toward organized churches is not difficult to comprehend.

I am not advocating it, of course. Most people who attend religious services and who claim belief in God do not go out and make offensive movies, hurl bricks through windows of Muslim owned businesses (This comes to mind from conversations with friends in Minnesota who are trying to reach out to the Somali population there.), or denigrate Jews. It just doesn’t go along with believing in a loving God.

Nor does spewing hate-filled rhetoric about gay, lesbian, transsexuals, or transgendered people. Or people of minority races. Or atheists. Or anyone else.

Like most God-fearing people, I am tired of the extreme wings of any faith grabbing headlines and that is what the CNA article has done. It, and articles like it, fan the flames of violence and intolerance that are spreading around the world.

Let’s look for leadership from places other than those who plant themselves squarely on the far fringes of believers.

Good Intentions

“Blue Moon Over Cincinnati” Bill Ingalls/NASA via Getty Images (Originally published in the Catholic Times, September 9, 2012 © 2012 Mary van Balen)

I write these words of the night of the Blue Moon. The last one we will see for a few years, it is most commonly defined as the second full moon in a month. (This is not the only definition, but perhaps the simplest.) This is also the day Neil Armstrong, first human being to set foot on the moon, was buried in Cincinnati. This conjunction of events seems fitting, and when I looked up at the moon peeking through clouds, I thought of the long years of research, planning, building, and training that preceded the first “leap for mankind.” Without such sacrifice, such disciplined use of time and energy, the momentous step would not have been taken.

Thursday’s readings for the Liturgy of the Hours address the importance of using time well and avoiding self-indulgence. Saint Paul, in Galatians 5, says we are “called to liberty,” and then warned his readers to be careful since “liberty will provide and opening for self-indulgence.” The Spirit calls us to be busy about “works of love,” but we do not always rise to the occasion. At least I don’t.

I had some time off work and following a few days of concentrated effort, I confess to accomplishing little today. I did use food I had on hand to make tomato sauce and bake the eggplant that was on the verge of spoiling. I cleaned the kitchen. I did a little writing, but not as much as I had hoped. I had good intentions, but according to Paul, since the temptation to self- indulgence is at odds with the Spirit, “you do not always carry out your good intentions.” That’s me.

I could have gone to Ohio Dominican’s library as I had the past two days. It is where I did much of my Master’s studying, and later lesson planning for classes I taught there, so the tables at the back of the top floor say: “Get to work!” No dishes call to be washed, or cell phone to connect to family and friends scattered around the country. I am less likely to indulge in games of solitaire on my computer when I am in the midst of book stacks and other students.

While there, I am not tempted to run to the store, sometimes to buy and sometimes to return what I should not have purchased in the first place. Life is just crammed with possibilities, and while not bad in themselves, they can worm their way into our consciousness and play on the self-indulgence gene. I made a run to the post office, but not until I had checked a few stores for notepaper I was convinced I needed for a letter. I found nothing and decided I should have simply cut some of the paper I had at home to the correct size and be done with it.

And of course, one of those stores was a bookstore, and I found myself looking at new arrivals and searching for journals to use in my upcoming retreat. I called my sister, talked with my two daughters, and before I knew it, the day had slipped away.

The temptation is to become discouraged with myself and waste more time feeling bad. That doesn’t help either. One of the good things I did this morning was to read one of Fr. Jim Smith’s homilies in the online magazine, “Celebration.” As I would expect, he had packed good stuff into those paragraphs. One I remembered when I was ready to give up on myself is that we can’t accomplish salvation ourselves. We show up of course, and give it our best effort, but in the end, God does the heavy work. And what’s more, God is so crazy about us that he/she doesn’t mind.

As I prepare for bed I hold on to that thought. And the bit of proverbial wisdom: Tomorrow is a brand new day.

Mary van Balen will be giving a day-long workshop/retreat on “Journaling the Journey: A Day of Writing into Prayer,” on September 29, 2012. Visit staging.maryvanbalen.com or call 740.503.3987 for information.

A Sad Moment, A Glimmer of Hope: Conviction of Bishop Finn

A Sad Moment, A Glimmer of Hope: Conviction of Bishop Finn

“Lament” clay sculpture by Connie Butler As much as I would prefer to leave Sister Simone Campbell’s joyful presence standing at the top of my blog posts for a few days, this story demands comment. On Thursday, Sept. 6, 2012, Bishop Robert Finn of the diocese of Kansas City-Saint Joseph, was found guilty of a misdemeanor count of failing to reportsuspected child abuse. Unlike most recent cases (see my blogpost on Msgr. Lynn’s trial or the NYT’s article on his conviction.) this offense occurred in 2011, ten years after the American Catholic Bishops made reporting such abuse part of their recommended policies. (I say “recommended” because in the end, the bishops answer only to the authority of the Pope.)

While this event marks the first time a bishop has been found guilty and sentenced in a civil court, something that gives me hope for future moves to accountability, the slight sentence of probation is a disappointment. Not that I take pleasure in seeing someone sent to prison, but the damage done to at least one boy and likely other children at the hands of a priest protected by his superior, is not reflected in the punishment given to Bishop Finn. It reflects a lack of understanding, putting the case in the best possible light, of children and the lifelong effects of such abuse. Bishop Finn should resign, and if he doesn’t, he should be removed.

Today,iOL News quoted Barbara Dorris, outreach director of the Survivors Network of those Abused by Priests, saying, “Only jail time would have made a real difference here and deterred future horrific cover-ups, anything less will not produce any meaningful reform.”

The Catholic hierarchy is notoriously secretive. When they backslide again it will be hard to catch them, everyone involved must be hyper vigilant if kids are truly to be safe.”

Her comments reflect the frustration of many who are outraged that members of the hierarchy involved in coverup and placing pedophiles in positions where they had access to children have not accepted responsibility for their culpability as enablers of sexual abuse of children.

Would women in the ranks of clergy and hierarchy had made a difference? As a woman, mother, and educator, I think “yes.” We, of course, will never know the answer to that question. Still, as weak as the sentencing of Bishop Finn is, this conviction does hold some hope that those involved in such horrible crimes are not above the reach of civil law. Admitting to their part in these scandals and accepting the consequences would go far in healing the Church. As Bishop Conlon of Joliet, IL said“Our credibility on the subject of child abuse is shredded.” He compared today’s situation with that of the Reformation, when not only local clerics were discredited, but the bishops and pope as well.

I hope the other bishops and the Vatican are listening.

(Photo of Bishop Finn: Tammy Ljungblad)

“Nuns on the Bus” Stop at the DNC

“Nuns on the Bus” Stop at the DNC

Sister Simone Campbell at the DNC On Wednesday, the Nuns on the Bus arrived at the Democratic National Convention and one of them, Sister Simone Campbell, stood on the podium to remind those with ears to hear that the Romney/Ryan budget “failed a moral test,” echoing the statement of the United States bishops.

Sister Simone, executive director of NETWORK, and a group of sisters traveled through nine states, spreading their message of concern about the budget adopted by the Republican party, a budget that would cause great harm to those most vulnerable in our country by cutting funding to programs that provide help to those who need it.

In light of the difficulties between the US Catholic Bishops and the members of the Leadership Council of Women Religious, some might have been surprised to hear Sister Campbell align herself with the bishops at the beginning of her remarks. However, on the issue of the Romney/Ryan budget, they agree. As Sister Campbell explained, despite Congressman Ryan’s claim that “his budget reflects the principles of our shared Catholic faith,” it would hurt those who live in poverty.

She shared poignant stories of individuals she met while on the bus tour: two young boys trying to care for a sick mother, a woman who died of cancer when loss of her job meant loss of health care, a man who depends on food stamps to help feed his family since his employer reduced his hours.

“I am my sister’s keeper. I am my brother’s keeper,” she said.

“Whatever you do to the least of these, you do to me.” Those are Jesus’ words.

As election day approaches, people of faith, no matter the denomination, have much to consider, including the implications of adoption of the Republican budget that includes huge tax cuts for the wealthiest, repeal of the Affordable Care Act, and budget cuts in programs like food stamps.

You can watch a video of Sister Campbell’s remarks here or read the text here. The Catholic News Service April 19, 2012 article, “Letters to Congress: USCCB opposes proposed cuts in services to poor”can be read here.

While thinking them over, you might also think about what is happening in New York, the home turf of another Catholic speaker at the DNC, Archbishop Timothy Cardinal Dolan, president of the USCCB. Despite saying he was not endorsing any candidate while he prayed at both conventions, in his archdiocese, a parish priest reprinted a letter written by six former US ambassadors to the Vatican, encouraging “… our fellow Catholics, and indeed all people of good will, to join with us in this full-hearted effort to elect Governor Mitt Romney as the next President of the United States.”

A petition is making its way around the Internet, asking the archbishop to instruct the priests in his archdiocese to refrain from putting such partisan material in their bulletins. I hope Dolan heeds its message and holds the priests to USCCB’s standard of not endorsing either candidate or party as stated in their booklet, “Faithful Citizenship: A Catholic Call to Political Responsibility”

“Our Church does not offer contributions or endorsements. Instead, we raise a series of questions, seeking to help lift up the moral and human dimensions of the choices facing voters and candidates.”

I am reminded of another person Sister Campbell met while on the bus tour. A thirty-something woman, who felt isolated by the political polarization in her community, asked for names of people she might contact. She longs for people to listen to one another rather than yell. Sister Campbell reassured her that she is not alone.

I know that is true, but the campaign has already been full of vicious attacks and promises to become uglier. Church leaders should be busy about articulating the values that are the foundation of our faith, and trust in the goodness and good sense of the faithful to discern the truth and vote their conscience.

Giving and Receiving

Giving and Receiving

from the film: “The Intouchables” (Originally published in the Catholic Times, August 26, 2012 © 2012 Mary van Balen)

I had just returned from a trip to Seattle, and while a three-hour difference in time didn’t seem like it should make much difference to my body clock, it did. I dragged myself out of bed for early Mass, did some grocery shopping, and not much else despite a long to-do list. Then came a call from a friend who had just seen the movie, “The Intouchables.”

The trailer for that movie had intrigued me earlier in the summer, and I knew I would want to see it. Checking my work schedule and the film’s show times, I decided to rouse myself and go. A friend agreed to meet me at the theater. Despite the price, I bought a pizza slice and cup of soda for dinner, and we found a seat.

We were not disappointed. Without giving too much away, I can say this French film about a wealthy French quadriplegic and his live in caregiver, a young man from the projects, is exhilarating and dramatic, a comedy and inspiration. We laughed and shed tears, and left the Drexel theater making plans to bring another friend and see it again. It is that good.

I am glad I saw it when I did, just back from a trip to the other side of the country. While there, I found myself thinking about the diversity of people in the world. How many faiths? How many ways of prayer? The types of jobs, struggles, and joys are as many as the people on the planet. And all have something to teach us. To show us about how to live and how to love.

While walking through a Japanese garden I felt myself slow down, appreciating soft moss-covered sections shaded by delicate Japanese maples, or turtles burrowing under floating masses of water lilies. I sat and watched others come and go. Japanese families, a student taking notes and his girlfriend reading a fashion magazine. What drew them there? The peace? The stillness?

Then there was the Public Marketplace, as noisy and crowded as the garden was quiet and nearly empty. Booth after booth of fresh flowers were a riot of color and reminded me a bit of Thailand markets. Jewelry, clothing, artwork, fruits, vegetables, and yes, the fish market where crabs and whole salmon are tossed about. So NOT Ohio.

Evensong on the island’s Episcopal church reminded me of my Benedictine friends in Minnesota. And that made me think of all the ways people give thanks for a day and the Divine Presence that is in it. Walking among giant Douglas Firs and old cedars made me aware of the short time we each have on earth. Generations have come and gone while those trees have been growing. They will live to see more.

As I watched the water in Puget Sound, I thought of a friend who is taking a retreat at the ocean before beginning a job with L’Arche, an organization that places great value on community living, disabled and those who are able to help them with daily tasks. Both groups give. Both receive. Like “The Intouchables,” Philippe, the French aristocrat who can do almost nothing on his own, and Driss, the man with a record who needs a different kind of healing.

We human beings have much to celebrate. Much to learn from each other. Much to give. Our community need not be as dramatic as that between Driss and Philippe or L’Arche communities around the world, but we can learn from them. Those who seem impossibly different from us are not so different after all. And those who seem to require a lot of one-sided care have gifts for their caregivers, perhaps greater than the ones they receive.

Our world is full of hurt and need as well as health and abundance. See the movie. Remember, and enter with new enthusiasm into the life you have to live.

Saint Rose of Lima and cooking vegan

Saint Rose of Lima and cooking vegan

Saint Rose of Lima Yesterday was the feast of Saint Rose of Lima. The first thing listed in the Catholic encyclopedia article about Rose is “Virgin.” Of course. No surprise from a church that covers up sex abuse and struggles to deal with sex and sexuality in a healthy way. I am put off right away. “What about women who are mothers?” I think. Still, second class, I guess. Countless saints, there, I am sure. Someday might “Mother” be first on the list of saintly qualifications? I move on.

Then comes the hagiography: Her infant face was seen transformed by a mystical rose…whatever that means. The list continues with constant prayer, adoration of the Blessed Sacrament, secluding herself in her room, committing to virginity, to a meatless diet (the connection to cooking vegan with my sister and sister-in-law) and eventually to eating almost nothing. All this as she struggled against the opposition of family and friends.

As many lives of saints who lived in this period, Rose is said to have practiced severe acts of mortification especially after becoming a member of the Third Order of Dominicans (Her parents refused to let her become a nun.), and worn a metal circlet studded with spikes like thorns everyday, a metal chain around her waist, and coarse clothes. She also fashioned a bed of broken glass, pot shards, and thorns. Will the holiness never end?

On the bright side, she was an artist with a needle and made lace and needlework to help support her family when they fell into hard times. And she preformed works of charity. That gets limited notice in this article.

Happily, I did not read only the Catholic Encyclopedia account of Rose’s life. It turns out in her final years, she opened up a room in the house to care for homeless children, the old, and the sick. Her actions are said to have been the foundation for social services in Peru. This didn’t make the CE article. Again, not a big surprise seeing how the Vatican reacted to the LCWR’s emphasis on just such work with the poor and marginalized instead of spending more time proclaiming the Church’s teaching on abortion, homosexuality, and same sex marriage.

I thought about these things as I drove to spend the morning with my sister-in-laws learning to cook a healthy, meatless meal. My sister and I had a great time and eventually brought home some delicious food for dinner. I mentioned Rose of Lima and my discoveries about her.

“Hope you don’t mind being in a blog,” I said, sure the day would somehow find its place in mine. As we worked together in the kitchen I thought of the things about Rose of Lima’s life that spoke to me and might speak to my readers. Certainly not sleeping on a bed of glass and thorns. Or being a virgin. No. What Rose did was remain true to herself despite continued opposition and ridicule from those she loved.

That is tough in any time or culture. I think of marginalized people and how they face oppression and ridicule. They might be poor, homosexual, transsexual, abused, unemployed, homeless. I thought of people who decide to live a simpler lifestyle eschewing the consumerism that has a death grip on this country (and other parts of the world.) They might be people who, for whatever reason, make choices that are not mainstream.

I also thought of Rose’s self-denial. If the stories are to be believed, to say she was extreme is an understatement. Yet, her desire to give up comforts that she perceived as impediments to a relationship with God is something we can emulate.

The Incarnation tells me that creation is good and the world is not to be abandoned, but transformed. That means no need to sleep on glass or puncture your head with a metal crown of thorns. But, to resist buying what we don’t need, to use resources wisely, to spend some time in prayer and reflection that we might otherwise fill with television, iPods, and other gadgets (Which are also great tools to be used, just not non-stop)…these are things we can do.

We can resist the siren call to a life of comfort, isolated from those most vulnerable, and use our time and talents in service to the common good. That would look different for everyone. For some it will mean staying home to raise their children or juggling work and parenthood.Or maybe working two jobs to make ends meet. Or using the free time economic security provides to volunteer somewhere. It can mean eating less and more healthily (as my morning of cooking prodded me to consider), consuming less material goods. Just allowing oneself times of quiet and prayer can be challenging today.

Being holy means being who God made you to be, no matter what everyone else thinks. And part of that journey is taking to time to figure that out. Rose of Lima didn’t have much time to accomplish that. She died at thirty-one.

If I were to write the list of attributes that preceded an article on you Rose, I would write: “Contemplative, Strong Woman, Servant of the Poor and Needy.”
But then, no one asked me.

Gratia Pelna: Full of Grace

“Gratia Plena” by Stephen Heilmer PHOTO: Mary van Balen

While in Seattle, I visited the Chapel of St. Ignatius on the campus of the Jesuit’s Seattle University. The chapel, designed by architect Steven Holl using “A Gathering of Different Lights” as the guiding concept, won a design award from the New York Chapter of the American Institute of Architects and the scale model of it is part of the permanent collection of the Museum of Modern Art in New York. The chapel is stunning. All of it. But today, being the feast of Our Lady, Mother and Queen, I decided to focus on one of the striking elements of this place of prayer. I don’t identify the title of “Queen” for Mary, but “Mother” is another story.

“Be sure to see the statue of Mary,” my Dutch cousins suggested when they learned I would be visiting the chapel with my friend the following day. “It is unique.” How right they were. One walks through the chapel doors (a story themsleves) along a sloped entryway and along the processional corridor, and looks to the right into the nave or main sanctuary. Much vies for attention in a subtle kind of way, but my eyes fell immediately on the Mary statue, unlike anything I have seen before.

I stood a long time there, gazing at the golden bowl head, the overflowing stream of milk that poured from it and covered the figure. Carved out of one piece of marble the figure is unspecific yet particular. I could not move my eyes from the bowl and milk which flowed from it.

Maybe my experience of being mother myself, one who nursed three children and who had an abundance of milk to nourish them, made the image more powerful. Perhaps not. Maybe everyone who sees it, mother or not, is riveted by the image of outpouring of life and grace.

Pouring out. That is what I saw. Pouring out as a mother does in countless ways: Life from her womb. Milk from her breasts. Love from her heart. I rejoiced and ached at once, for what mother does not do both?

An image of Mary, Mother of Jesus. An image of God who is Mother as well. An image that calls us to both receive grace as children of the Divine and to pour it out as sisters and brothers of Jesus, transforming the world.

Slowly, I turned my eyes to other parts of the chapel. The light playing on plain walls. The Blessed Sacrament chapel with wall covered with six-hundred pounds of (That’s another story). My friend and I did not have much time. Not enough, this trip anyway. When I return to Seattle someday, I hope, I will take more time in this place. I will sit before the statue. I will simply be. With milk and grace and beeswax and love falling all over me.

A Reason to Hope

Abbot John Klassen OSB PHOTO: Sr. Edith OSB Part Two: “I am doing something NEW….”

Recall, however, that the prophets not only announce to the people an end that the community cannot admit; they also proclaim a hope that the people can hardly believe. There are two dangers or temptations that arise in times of transition. The first is nostalgia, which is essentially a state of denial. The strategy of nostalgia denies that the loss has happened or is happening: with increasing desperation it attempts to cling to a way of life and of faith that are no more.

The second danger or temptation is that of despair, a stance that says that faith is no longer possible in this new situation, that all is lost (alles ist verloren), that no future possibilities are to be found here. Despair inevitably leads to resignation, cynicism, apathy, and spiritual death. Both the strategy of nostalgia and the stance of despair are present in our monastery and in the Church today.

Abbot John Klassen OSB Saint John’s Abbey, Collegeville MN
From : Conference, December 10, 2005 “See, I Am Doing Something New!”
Prophetic Ministry for a Church (and a Monastery) in Transition

I have had the privilege of worshipping with the monks of Saint John’s Abbey, and at times, I hearing Abbot John preach. The conference referenced above, moved me. While much of it is directed at the struggles of monastics today and though it was presented almost two years ago, it seemed a timely reflection for the current position of the LCWR, the Vatican, and the Roman Catholic Church in general.

The confrontation is an indication of the times of deep change in which we live. Of the overwhelming challenges. Of the need for new ways of responding and being people of faith in the world. The two dangers that Abbot John spoke of are very much present in today’s Church. While I am not guilty of the first, I recognize in myself a tendency toward the second.I read articles and listen to radio interviews, and some homilies, and despair of a Church that can change and respond in a meaningful way to its own people, let alone the world beyond its doors. Abbot John speaks of a “hospice theology,” one in which we know God can work miracles, but likely not the ones we expect.

I see the loss but not always the hope. I don’t always believe in miracles.

The abbot ends the Conference with these words: “Our prophetic vocation is to help the Church (and ourselves) to accept a loss they (we) cannot admit and to embrace a hope they (we) cannot dare to believe. Prophets do this by attending to the present groans of the people and positing an alternative future vision. This, I believe, is the essence of being a spiritual leader in the Church during this time of transition.”

I am thankful for spiritual leaders, like Abbot Klassen, who give me a new way to look and the current state of the RCC and by reminding me of the prophets of old and their call, give me the heart to hope.

http://www.saintjohnsabbey.org/abbot/051210.html

Bringing Something New: Catholic Sisters

PHOTO: Mary van Balen No need to remember past events, no need to think about what was done before.
Look, I am doing something new, now it emerges; can you not see it? Yes, I am making a road in the desert and rivers in wastelands. Isaiah 43,18-19

As the representatives of 80% of American Roman Catholic sisters met in St. Louis, one would do well to remember this passage from Isaiah. Sister Pat Ferrell did as she addressed the opening assembly: “We are united in the desire to surrender that which no longer serves so that something new can be born in and through us.”

Actually, this statement is just the response needed to George Weigel’s article in First Things, The Sisters: Two Views Pitting the two major organization of Catholic sisters in the United States against one another, he questions the vitality and relevance of the more liberal orders, siting their new vocation numbers as evidence. (An article published in the Aug. 13 issue of America Magazine challenges this position.)

What Mr. Weigel does not include in his article is the movement of lay associates that is growing across the country. Lay associates, men and women, married and single, make commitments to existing religious orders and promise to carry out the work and charism of that order. (Associates of The Dominican Sisters of Peace are an example.) During times of change and uncertainty, some people move toward what is familiar, what resounds with reminders of a past that looks safe and desirable from the present vantage point. Others are moved to create something new, rooted in rich soil of the past, but responding to new climates, new questions, new challenges.

To pit one group against the other is not productive. Neither is judging one group by its “success” in duplicating the past. Many religious orders represented by LCRW are experiencing growth in new forms, forms Mr. Weigel did not mention in his article.
The Associate movement is one such form. Monastic communities have long had oblates, (See Benedictine Oblates for an example.)lay people who connect themselves with a particular monastery, assuming a life of prayer and service in keeping with their position and training as well as with the rule of the monastery.

The future of the Catholic Church does not lie in the numbers of vowed religious, no matter how liberal or conservative. The future of the Church relies on the Holy Spirit, and the lives of those faithful who work with the Divine Presence and participate in the continuing transformation of the world. In the RCC, the work of Jesus does not rely primarily on ordained or vowed members of the, but on the vitality of faith and work of lay people as well.

As Sr. Pat Farrell suggested in her remarks, God is busy making something new. One cannot judge the efficacy or vitality of religious orders by how many young women become vowed sisters, but by how the communities, including lay members who are an integral part of them, reach out and continue the work of Jesus, transforming the world as their gifts and talents allow. Prayer, worship, and service, enthusiasm for them all, abound in Associate as well as vowed members.

Today’s world offers new challenges and new opportunities. The Church as a whole would do well to look to the orders of women religious that have responded to the great thirst for prayer and spirituality in the world by opening their hearts and doors in new ways to those called to deep prayer and community connection but also to live their lives as lay women and men in the world.

I hope Seattle Archbishop J. Peter Sartain and the rest of the hierarchy are listening.

Evensong Thanksgiving

Saint Augustine’s in the Woods My first day on Whidbey Island included praying Evensong with two Benedictine monks from nearby monastery of The Brothers of Saint John the Evangelist and a few members of the congregation. While waiting for the service to begin, I read the small prayer booklet’s introduction: “Vespers is the ancient evening prayer of the Church in which we look back on the graces of the day just passed and are grateful. Thanksgiving is the theme of this Office.”

I had much to be thankful for: Kathryn’s friendship that called me to the Northwest from Ohio. Her husband’s welcoming hospitality. Breathtaking views of Puget Sound and woods of towering Douglas firs, hemlocks, and cedars. Birds I have never seen or heard. And, not the least, blessedly cool, almost cold temperatures that had already provided respite from the scorching temperatures and humidity in the Midwest this summer.

“Give praise to the Father Almighty, to his Son, Jesus Christ the Lord, to the Spirit who dwells in our hearts, both now and forever, Amen.”I made a slight bow as these words fell from my lips,remembering the Benedictine monks at Saint John’s Abbey in Collegeville, with whom I have shared so many evenings of prayer, and whom I held in my heart that night.

Thanksgiving not only for the day past, but also for the promise of the days that stretched ahead. The end of one day, the beginning of a week. Prayers shared with friends. Thanks be. Amen.