God’s Hidden Hand

God’s Hidden Hand

“Called Or Not Called, God Is Here”

Conversion is not viewed as an act of turning away from this or that sin toward this or that virtue. True conversion is never so neatly defined or cleanly accomplished. Conversion involves the gradual reshaping of consciousness to the point that the “convert” begins to view life in a radically new way. It is not something a person DECIDES to do, as though it were in our power to do so. We are led through conversion by the gracious Lord who alone has the power to reshape our consciousness, and who must do so in the face of deep resistance. In the ways the the spirit, it is the Lord and not ourselves who determines that from which we must be purified, and this is usually the source of our greatest resistance.
Peter Fink, S.J.

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Ash Wednesday Woes

Ash Wednesday Woes

Even now, says the Lord, return to me with your whole heart, with fasting, and weeping, and mourning; Rend your hearts, not your garments, and return to the Lord, your God. For gracious and merciful is he, slow to anger, rich in kindness, and relenting in punishment. Perhaps he will again relent and leave behind him a blessing…
Joel 2, 12-14a

Ash Wednesday, and I did it all. Fasting. Weeping. Mourning. Rending heart. Well, most of it. The “return to the Lord, your God” is in process.

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Dorothy Stang and Mardi Gras

Dorothy Stang and Mardi Gras

Dorothy Stang S.N.D. July 7, 1931- February 12, 2005

“A Morte da floresta é o fim da nossa vida” which is Portuguese for “The death of the forest is the end of our life.”
(The quote printed on the white t-shirt often worn by Dorothy Stang.)

In “Give Us This Day,” a reflection on the life and mission of Sr. Dorothy Stang, murdered advocate for poor farmers in the Brazilian Amazon and the rainforest that is their home, was places on the page facing this morning’s Mass reading from Genesis 1:20-2,4a. It seems fitting to reflect on the life of the courageous woman from Dayton, Ohio and the words of scripture recounting God’s creating the universe and this earth out of primal chaos. “God looked at everything he had made, and he found it very good.”

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Love Above All

Love Above All

Saint Scholastica peers at me from this small bronze plaque as I work on the computer typing out blogs, columns, books, and emails. I found the plaque in gift shop just outside the Great Hall on Saint John’s campus in Collegeville. Finding images of Scholastica is difficult, and I was happy with the discovery. Today is her feast in the Roman Catholic Church’s calendar.

Not much is known about Scholastica. She is the twin sister of St. Benedict, and like her brother, she founded a monastic community. Her convent was not far from his monastery and once a year they met part way between both to spend a day in conversation about the spiritual life. I can’t imagine that other more mundane topics common between brothers and sisters were not discussed.

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“The greatest of these…”

“Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you, before you were born I dedicated you, a prophet to the nations I appointed you.”
Jer 5, 17

“At present I know partially; then I shall know fully, as I am known.
1 Paul, 13, 13

“Indeed, I tell you, there were many widows in Israel in the days of Elijah when the sky was closed for three and a half years and a severe famine spread over the entire land. It was to none of those that Elijah was sent, but only to a widow in Zarephath in the land of Sidon.”
Lk 4,

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“…leave comfort root-room”

“…leave comfort root-room”

“…Soul, self, come, poor Jackself, I do advise/
You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts awhile/
Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size/
At God knows when to God knows what; whose smile/
‘s not wrung, see you; unforeseen times rather – as skies/
Betweenpie mountains – lights a lovely mile.”
from Gerard Manley Hopkins – poem 46

This morning a line from Psalm 3 found a place in me. A simple line, “I lie down, I sleep and I wake, for the Lord upholds me.”

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Bringing the Kingdom

Bringing the Kingdom

In his book, “Dictionary of Biblical Theology,” Xavier Leon-Dufour points out that in the OT, the Israelite understanding of divine kingship differed from that of other ancient Eastern kingdoms in an essential way: Yahweh has a covenant with his people. He desires his reign to be recognized by obedience to the Law. His reign is of the heart, a moral code, not a political one. (p 292)

In today’s gospel, after his baptism, Jesus has moved to Capernaum, on the Sea of Galliee and beings his public ministry by declaring the “Kingdom of heaven is at hand.” Then he began teaching in the synagogues, proclaiming the gospel of the Kingdom, and curing people. A sign, it seems, that the kingdom had indeed come in the person of Jesus. It has broken into history, into time and space.

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Resting In God

Photo: Kathryn Holt “A word found me,” a friend told me after Mass yesterday. “Reveal.”

She had been looking for her word for the year, prompted by a spiritual mentor, and it shimmered before her right out of the Scripture reading on New Year’s Eve.

“You might want to try it,” she suggested. I might. I would. It sounds so…well…contemplative. I thought I would go home and be still and receive a word.

I did return home, but ran a couple of errands on the way. And then I straightened up the house and prepared some food for dinner (my sister and brother-in-law were coming). I sat quiet for a few moments, and then decided to finish the, I am embarrassed to say, Christmas cards I had been working on little at a time for a couple of weeks.

“It’s a good thing there are 12 days of Christmas,” I wrote on each one, ” That gives me time to send out the cards!”

True. Christmas season isn’t over yet, and I did enjoy taking time with each card, writing personal notes and slipping a copy of my December column into the envelopes before sealing them.

Dinner was wonderful. Michael and I savored pork and sauerkraut. Elizabeth enjoyed the black bean lasagna she brought along. The best part of the evening was the long rambling conversations that included children, grandchildren, my book in process, homographs and triple homonyms, and how to earn badges on “Drawsomething.”

A good beginning to 2013, but no word appeared, shimmering before me.

This morning, the Psalms, reflections, and Mass readings in the January issue of “Give Us This Day” spoke to me, not with a single word, but with an image: Resting in God. Living There.

The January issue began with a reflection by Ronald Rolheiser, OMI about “Blessed Consciousness.” He shared a story of a Buddha sitting under a tree, called a “pig” by a passing soldier.The Buddha responded by telling the soldier he looked like God. Puzzled, the soldier asked why the Buddha would say such a thing. The Buddha explained that what we perceive as outside of us is really a reflection of what is within. The Buddha sat and thought about God….so when he looked outside himself, he saw God. He left the soldier wondering what was filling his own thoughts.

On the other hand, our thoughts are also colored by how the world sees us: Are we told we are beautiful, beloved, treasured? Are we treated with respect or disdain? With love or contempt? What wounds do we carry within that make resting with the Holy One within difficult? That make peace hard to find?

One of today’s Psalms say our hearts cry out: “Seek his face.”

Where do we see the face of the Holy One? Can we see it in ourselves? Can we rest knowing we are the Beloved of Love Herself? If we can, doesn’t that change how we see the world?

The Letter of Saint John admonishes us to “remain in him…”

To rest in the Holy Mystery. To see through the eyes of one who is Loved. To know the assurance and peace that comes with the gift of Embracng Presence given every moment. Every day.

I may not receive a word, but I have an image: being the beloved, resting in the ample lap and arms of the most Holy Mother God, whether I am working at home, relishing quiet prayer time, or selling goods to Macy’s customers.

Living out of such an image is a challenge. The world doesn’t always share Her glorious opinion of me. ( A bit like the grandparents I saw over the holiday looking at their almost year old grandchildren with joy, love, and pride.) Neither do I. But I have an image. And I will try.

Call to the Ordinary Life

Durate: Acrylic on Canvas His betrothed was pregnant. Not his child. Still, he loved her and wanted to spare her the shame and consequences of her condition. What to do? How to love her in such impossible circumstances. And his life? What next for him if what he had most desired and planned was no longer possible?

With so much weighing on his mind and tearing at his heart, how did Joseph sleep deeply enough to have the dream? He did, though, and remembered it on awakening. Mary hadn’t been unfaithful. Really she had been radically faithful to the One they both worshipped.

In the midst of his turmoil, what word had he received? Get up. Take Mary home. Love her. Love her child. Make a home.

Extraordinarily common instructions from Adonai Yir’eh, the God Who Sees.

Difficult for Joseph, no doubt, this faith, this call to live as if nothing unusual had happened.

Today, in the midst of personal and national grieving for the victims of Sandy Hook Elementary, in the face of a “fiscal cliff” and global economic crisis, in a world filled with poverty and violence, in a world where children are not safe, where the vulnerable are not protected. In such a world, what is Adonai’s word for us?

Love.

Love Mary’s child. Make a home for Love Incarnate in your heart, in your home, in your city, your world. Do what Love compels you to do where you are. Everyday. Everywhere. At home. At work. At the grocery.

Love. Extraordinarily common instruction for us.

Protect those who cannot protect themselves. See God Incarnate in the faces of others. Give generously of time, resources, gifts that are your blessings to share.

Love. Where you are. Pray. Where you are. Serve. Where you are. Weep. Hold. Encourage. Laugh. Be radically faithful to the One you worship and let Love Incarnate touch the world through your hands, your feet, your mind, your heart.

Love.

Widow’s Mite

PHOTO: Mary van Balen Preparing to write my monthly column, I had read today’s readings last week. As I sat in the pews at church and listened to them again, I couldn’t help but be reminded of the campaigns that ended with re-electing President Obama last Tuesday. I know Jesus was not talking about election funding and stretching the story of the widow’s mite to do that may draw criticism. So, I want to be clear that I am not attempting an interpretation of Scripture here. Just sharing what came to mind.

First, an obscene amount of money was spent on this election. I have heard an estimate of 2 billion. I don’t know what the exact numbers are, but they are staggering and surely could have been put to better use.

Second, small amounts of money, small investments of time, one person, can make a difference. Over the past few days, a number of conservative spokesmen (most were men…) have pointed to a variety of reasons their candidate lost. Besides accusations of Obama suppressing the vote, hurricane Sandy derailing Romney’s momentum, the 47% backing Obama, or the demise of the white majority, the claim has been made the liberals bought the election. (Huff Post Politics Nov. 11 article by Sabrina Siddiqui)

As I pictured a widow placing her two coins on the table beside much larger donations to the Temple treasury, I thought of the money spent on the presidential election. While I am not suggesting the the Democratic Party ran its campaigns solely on small amounts of money given by ordinary people, I do believe that much of their money was raised by small donations given by individuals.

I am proud that a coalition of many people and groups held together to make their voices heard on Tuesday. Big money could not buy the election…either way. People who stood in long lines, who rode buses to polling places, who chipped in $3 countless times when an email arrived in their inboxes, these people helped make the re-election of President Obama a reality. People who wanted their voices heard. The “ground game” involving countless people hitting the streets, making phone calls, driving people to polling places made a difference.

What happens next is more important. How will this country, divided as it is, come together to address serious issues? Will we be able to work for the common good rather than try to protect special interests? Will programs like Social Security and Medicare/Medicaid be viewed as rights given to those who have contributed all their lives to those funds or as assistance to the most vulnerable among us rather than as “entitlements?” Will issues of poverty be raised as well as issues that affect the middle class? Will the LGBT community enjoy the respect every human being deserves?

As Jim Wallis of “Sojourners” has pointed out that the Bible contains more than 2,000 verses about poverty. Poverty did not make it into the campaign spin. Abortion and Gay marriage did, put forth by some Christian churches as the only two non-negotiable Christian values. (I have to ask why protecting a child in the womb is more important that protecting it once it arrives.)

Our nation is no longer a majority “Christian” nation. It is comprised of people of many faiths and no faith. I think rather than worry and wring their hands over it, Christians should be busy about living their faith. Stop wasting time, money, and energy fighting over issues like putting the Ten Commandments on public property and reach out to those in need.

Madeleine L’Engle, one of my favorite authors, has inspired not only my writing, but also my commitment to try to live out my faith. She told a story about speaking at an evangelical college not long after her Newberry Award winning book, “A Wrinkle in Time,” was published. Some attending her lecture found fault with her book and questioned her faith. They wondered why she didn’t do more “evangelizing.”

Her answer was simple: She would live her life in such a way that others would look at it and want something similar for themselves. She would evangelize, it seemed, not so much by her words as by her life. Reminds me of a comment often attributed to St. Francis of Assisi (Though I have searched his works and have not found it stated just so.): “Go forth and preach; use words if you have to.”

That seems to me the message of this election. People of many nationalities, ethnicities, gender identities, sexual preferences, faiths, non-faiths, philosophies, and economic circumstances have joined together and said: We are hurting. We are suffering. We are in need. We have ideas. Listen to us. Reach out to us. Do something that matters.”

Will we? Will those Christians among us live and respond to need with such joy and faith that others will be moved to wonder how we do it? Will compassion be evident? Will we give, as the widow in today’s gospel did, out of our need, not just out of our surplus?

This election is not an end. I hope it is a beginning.