Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Our Breath: Sign of Mercy and Hope

In the near-crushing disappointment of contemporary politics, I thought some free-verse should convey what I'm thinking about things. Cast your cares on the Merciful Love of God and be open to His gifts.

This government, legacy of pigs who forced upon us "freedom".
Robbing all piety from nature, they throw us
into self-deception, wrought with fear.

All the strange folk from generations
plod along unknowing, unwoke, deeply feeling
nothing. 

Cast your eye towards Heaven and repent.

Oh, Sacred Tree, spring forth from nothingness.
Allow the stirrings of our heart to sing once more
Your song.

We're dead, though. We struggle now and then
To open eyes to things we dimly sense.
For what?

For renderings of love amidst the ruins
of an age now lost to men.
We hope!

For in the stirrings of each unwoke heart
we see a glimmer of some strange new force
Eternal.

Our own decision to receive God's Love 
gives context to the dead who, still asleep,
do breathe.

For every breath means life.
And where there's life
There's hope.

Condemn, then, not those men who are but boys;
Nor women who themselves deny.
But pray!

For Mercy everlasting works through you.
And in each breath finds love.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Gift


The free-est gift I give my self is to give myself to God;
And in the journey that I Work, I keep my feet unshod.
For in the giving of the gift the Giver gives to me
The Sacred Life that He did live and hung upon a Tree.



If self-denial is the quest that leads us to the Other,
Then we must make some sense of life attached here to Our Mother.
For nature only signifies transcendent things. It’s true,
And only saying “only” here brings me right back to you.


The dialectic we embrace has perfected our time,
And brings us to a sacred Gift that's hidden in our rhyme.
The only Real Person, then, is God Himself, you see.
But in that deep surrender, now, I find Integrity.


Tuesday, May 10, 2016

A Dialogue about Broken Dishes

Puer: I'm sorry, Pater, I broke the dishes.

Pater: Why are you sorry?

Puer: Because I broke the dishes.

Pater:
But did you intend to?

Puer:
No, Pater, I did not.

Pater:
Then, my glorious Puer, why do you say you're sorry?

Puer:
I don't understand.

Pater: It is good and holy to apologize for those mistakes you committed willingly. However, to apologize for something that was an accident imputes guilt to yourself that you do not have.

Puer: Well, Pater, I feel bad about it and I don't know what to say. I didn't want to break the dishes, but there they are, broken. You have asked me before to tell you if I broke anything. How can I make up for it?

Pater: Oh, beautiful Puer, I sense your heart. And I honor your emotions. If you feel sad about your loss, share your heart with me.

Puer: Yes, Pater... I will begin over: I feel sad that I broke the dishes.

Pater:
Ah, my Puer, were they lovely dishes?

Puer: No, Pater, they were shabby, but I did like them.

Pater:
If they were shabby, why did you like them?

Puer: Because I used them whenever my friends came over. Mater did not want me to use the good dishes. She took these out of the closet and told me she had saved them for me to dine on with my friends.

Pater: It seems to me, then, that you feel sad not only because the shabby dishes are broken, but that you do not have anything on which to share meals with your friends. Is that all?

Puer:
No, Pater, I also feel sad, too, because Mater made an effort to save them for me and now I have lost them. I feel like I have dishonored her gift.

Pater: My dear and sweet Puer, honor your emotions and take some delight in the fact that you still have Mater, me, and your friends to create new memories. You honor Mater by feeling deeply that you may have dishonored her gift. And you honor me by sharing your heart with me.

Let us sit down, soon, and write beautiful poetry about the joy these dishes brought you. Let us also talk to Mater and see if she can assist you in obtaining other dishes for the times you entertain your friends. Perhaps the next time that your friends come to dine with you, you can grieve the loss of the dishes together and sing a song in their honor?

But first, let us attend to the mess in the kitchen!

Friday, May 6, 2016

Written on the Occasion of Being Asked to Sponsor a Young Man for Confirmation

Our openness to the Divine
And sanctifying grace
Is sharing in the sweetest wine
poured out in every place.

Our soul seems like the barren earth
That laps up every drop
Of nourishment from heaven sent
Don't ever let it stop.

But even though the Perfect Gift
Is giv'n every day
We do traverse a deep, dark rift
That seems to block the way.

A willing heart will build a bridge
Across the empty span
Though there's no wall, there is no ridge
That stops God's holy Plan.

Except a heart that is still closed
To His most gracious rain
Hearts are bitter that were hosed  
By wounds from human pain.

The heart that's wounded is so dear
To Our Most Gracious Lord
He longs to draw us ever near
But sometimes we sit bored.

And though we sit or even sleep
While others labor hard
His Mercy is so very deep
Like "aromatic nard".

When you're Annointed, soon, dear boy
Open your heart to God
He will not treat you like a toy,
But waits for you to nod.

Your head will show Him of your love
Your willingness to serve
Your open heart will rise above
The ridge if you have nerve.

I give you now my hand to hold
So open wide your heart
That as you age and become old
From Him you will not part.

Friday, April 22, 2016

Fraternal Correction or Verbal Torture?


The principle that we should correct our brother if he is sinning is mandated by Our Lord in Matthew 18:15. But what does this look like? The Catechism of the Catholic Church 1829 says that fraternal correction is the fruit of love:
The fruits of charity are joy, peace, and mercy; charity demands beneficence and fraternal correction; it is benevolence; it fosters reciprocity and remains disinterested and generous; it is friendship and communion: Love is itself the fulfillment of all our works. There is the goal; that is why we run: we run toward it, and once we reach it, in it we shall find rest.
The Catholic Encyclopedia asks that we consider the following circumstances before we subject someone to the torture of fraternal correction:
  1. The delinquency to be corrected or prevented is a grievous one;
  2. there is no good reason to believe that the sinner will adequately provide for himself;
  3. there is a well-founded expectation that the admonition will be heeded;
  4. there is no one else just as well fitted for this work of Christian charity and likely to undertake it;
  5. there is no special trouble or disadvantage accruing to the reformer as a result of his zeal.
Considering the foregoing, it seems to me a good idea to reflect on what charitable fraternal correction looks like. I think that the best attempt at fraternal correction is done:
  • with prayer,
  • if you don't have the same fault,
  • after taking counsel from wise peers who are familiar with the person you want to correct, and 
  • if you're not trying to control the person.
Fraternal correction is fundamentally an invitation. If it's not a big fault, suffer their presence in love and see if they don't realize themselves that they need to change. For instance, I know I'm loud and my friends have to put up with that from me. I'm aware of it and, from time to time, folks ask me to keep my voice down. My best friends tolerate how loud I am, and I'm thankful for that. There's a lot of give and take in any relationship, so be careful that what you're correcting is a real sin and not just a quirk of personality.

One of the greatest obstacles in living the Christian life is being upbraided by people who really want to control you. We've all met folks like that. Their practice of the faith is wrapped up in their own idealization of what they perceive to be good, mixed up with some personality defects, combined with contempt for anyone who doesn't do things their way. On a profound level, when they correct you, what you experience is a kind of revulsion at their own lack of authenticity. See the image, above.

Let's say your brother has a fault. The first thing to do is pray about it. If you have conversational intimacy with Our Lord, this is an easy thing. He'll tell you right away whether or not you should be concerned about the fault. Be careful to discern whether it's a sinful behavior or just a personality quirk.

Next, ask yourself if you have the same fault. If you do, then please don't correct your brother until your fault is at least on the way to being reformed. The essence of hypocrisy, it seems to me, is the assault on others when you're guilty of the same thing. If you can't correct your own fault first, and there's some grave matter involved and the other person needs correcting, see if you can ask another person familiar with the situation to correct your brother instead of you.

Seek wise counsel before correcting anyone. See if another person who can be trusted will support your effort through prayer and good advice. If other people see the same problem as you do, it's likely a good idea to go ahead with the correction. If others do not see the problem, be careful.

Finally, make sure you're not trying to control the person. Since one of the great dangers in the spiritual life is the notion that our own idealization of the good is absolute and everyone should do everything the way we do, be very careful that when you correct your brother you are merely pointing out a fault that you consider to be harmful, either to the person or to another, and invite your brother to reform.

If you have a legitimate position of authority over your brother, you can certainly assign a consequence to his not reforming, but I think that the best approach is to merely invite your brother to reform. Think about St. Therese of the Child Jesus who remarked, "I thank God that it's not my job to correct her." when she was asked by another member of her monastery to tell a different sister what to do.

This last part is especially important to consider: Love extends itself to another and invites the other to communion. Love never forces the will of another.

Now that this is out in the open, let's get around to engaging in true reform of ourselves, by the grace of God, so that we can carry on the work of the Gospel and invite our friends to embracing the good life with vigor. Peace!

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

If I met you on the road...

We travel far in distant lands to find ourselves, it's true.
Whether your hair is brown or red or moving now to blue.

God's truth speaks to us everywhere, we only have to hear
To see the power of His Word and hold each other dear.

An invitation I extend to share your walk with me.
We'll journey far to unknown lands and ever bless'ed be.

Provided that our destination's written in the Truth
Shed off the cares that tie us here and be unbounded Youth.

For Everlasting Man is known to each immortal heart.
We've faltered here from time to time and don't know where to start.

While different paths we walk some times will converge now or then,
Our pasts unite and we can choose to make the now the when.

- - - - -

Join me, please!
Let's see how far down the rabbit hole we can go.
It won't be easy, but we can have a lot of fun.
Peace

Friday, March 25, 2016

Amor Meus Crucifixus Est


Greetings, Friends! Today I invite you to love. Listen to the tender voice of Our Blessed Savior, the Word-Made-Flesh. He restores us to our inheritance by dying on the cross.

His mercy is unbounded and the gifts He shares with his adopted children are infinite. While most men look for glory and power, He leads us down the Royal Road of the Cross to establish peace. He never forces Himself on us and is always ready to receive us when we repent. How do I know this? I believe in the promises of Scripture and the testimony of the Church, and I see the power of Divine Love in my own life and in those around me. If life is all about our relationships, let us firmly establish a relationship with Him as the foundation of every other relationship we have.

Consider how He treated the rich young man. This fellow heard about Our Lord and sought His advice. He asked, "What must I do to inherit eternal life?" In chapter 18 of his Gospel, Luke tells us that Our Lord "looked at him and loved him".  The response of the divine Lord was not bereft of human consolation. Before He answered, Jesus gave the rich young man what his heart desired (even if he didn't realize it): love. Jesus didn't just tell the man to give everything away, but first met the desire of his heart.

It's likely that this is just one account of many interactions that Our Lord had with folks around Him. But consider the account of the woman taken in adultery and the woman at the well. Have you ever considered that Our Lord initially met the emotional human needs of those whom He encountered?

Imagine every day Our Lord is walking through the streets of Galilee or chatting with his disciples and apostles on the shores of the lake. Someone approaches, asks a question, and the response of Our Savior is to love him. Not just give a rote answer or speculate about the good life, but Our Lord loves the interlocutor. How did Our Lord announce His purpose? "I have come to heal the broken hearted."

How many times to we do that? How are we helping to heal the broken hearted? Let's personalize this, as I think that's the intent of the Gospel of Salvation: that we make it personal. When someone asks you about the Faith, do you give a sterling intellectual account of the Mysteries that we contemplate, or do you invite the person to love? Do you try to meet their legitimate emotional needs and invite them to a relationship, or is it just about the words and how much fun it is to talk about cool things?

We see how the apostles were called and that they left everything to follow Jesus, but they didn't really leave anything of value considering what they received: The found the source and fulfillment of all their needs: Love. We can have that, too! What did Saint John say in the Apocalypse?

"Behold I stand at the door knocking. Anyone who hears me, I will have supper with him and he with me." 
Here is He through Whom all things were made, just standing there waiting for us to open the door.

Let's consider the woodcut that appears above. My favorite images of the Crucifixion have people in them. Don't get me wrong; the bare crucifix on my rosary and in each room of my home is wonderful. But my favorite shows the dynamic relationships that Our Lord had and how they endured even unto His death. In the woodcut, their appears to be Our Lady and John the Beloved. Note that name: John the Beloved. Wow! We even have the souls among the dead pictured and some angels floating about. We see in brief the entire Communion of Saints, and the angelic helpers of the Mystical Body.

I invite, you then, to walk with my and my Savior. Today while we enter into our own reflections on the Paschal Mystery, remember it's all about Love. Let us share our faith with our friends. Let's remember that we don't convert anyone. That's the work of the Holy Ghost. We can do something great in our evangelizing, however: We can try to meet the legitimate emotional needs of people whom we meet.

Saint James saw this when he wrote in his epistle (2:16):
... and one of you says to them, "Go in peace, be warmed and filled," without giving them the things needed for the body, what does it profit?
Certainly, we need to share an intellectual knowledge of the Faith with others, but I've learned in the street evangelizing that I've done that people listen to the Word of God when I show them that I'm really quite concerned about their needs. Their own needs. When I take the time to love someone and truly understand where they are coming from, I see how God invites me to share His life with others by demonstrating in a real and personal way that I'm concerned about their good.

Consider, too, how Our Lord acted during His Crucifixion. He was still making friends, even as He died on the Cross: "This day you will be with me in paradise." He wasn't all neurotic and needy. He wasn't showing off for His mom and asking His best friend to prop up His ego. That's love. He didn't complain about how much work He'd done to get there, he simply continued His invitation to Love.

And so, beloved reader, please know that I offer my prayers and works of the day so that you and I can continue to walk with Our Lord and build a civilization of love so that all things might be subjected to the One who redeemed us and set our captive hearts free.

Let's work to invite others to walk with Our Crucified Savior. Let's never forget that the most important thing is love. Let me know what you decide. Nothing would please me more than to know that you're walking with us. Remember, you'll receive no condemnation from me; this is just a gentle reminder of the gift that can be ours.

If today you hear His voice, harden not your hearts.




Saturday, February 6, 2016

Lent through the Eyes of Love



The Christian life is about the love affair between God and man. I see every aspect of our Faith as either contributing to the relationship of love between me and Our Lord or detracting from it. If I'm right about this, I'm going to look at Lent a little differently this year. I invite you to join me.

One of the great differences between Christianity and other religions is that for us, God is a Person, not a thing. (Yes, persons are things, but I'm speaking plainly here.) As a person, He treats us like persons and invites us to treat Him like a Person.

For instance, when Christians pray, we don't empty the mind; we fill it with God. Although through prayer and study, we can seek enlightenment, we don't attribute that enlightenment to the total negation of the self. Some religions propose that the self be absorbed into a kind of universal oneness of being. They may be right in a certain respect, namely that all things that have being are somehow united, but they seriously miss the boat when they believe that self-abnegation requires the destruction of the self.

In Christian thought, we lose ourselves in God only to discover that we are truly free and unique and that uniqueness is honored even by God himself.

I think this uniqueness of personhood is reflected in our prayer life. Our Savior wants to establish open lines of communication with us, speaking with us in intimate communion all the time. We see this in St. Teresa of Jesus's prayer. When she was travelling and her cart broke down in a rut of mud on a dingy road, she appealed to Our Lord and complained about her travails. She heard Jesus answer her in something of these words, "Don't you know this is how I treat all my friends?" Her response, borne of a life of intimate union with God was, in modern terms, snarky: "No wonder you have so few of them."

I love this story because it shows how Teresa's relationship with her Divine and Blessed Savior did not stop her from speaking her mind and being herself. Moreover, her relationship with Our Lord made her more herself.

When I think of my human relationships and my friendships over the years, I think about the number of times that I've realized that I was doing something that harmed my relationship with a friend. In my better friendships, I've been able to have a conversation about what I did wrong and what I could do better.

Sometimes our friends ask us to change our behavior for just a little while, or to practice impulse control for one thing. I have a fairly caustic sense of humor at times, and I've had friends say things like, "That's not funny now." or "I know you'll want to make a joke about this, but please save it for later." In my better moments, I honor their request. In my not-so-better moments, I don't.

At other times I've done things that actively frustrate my friendship and have been called to task. One of these times I remember clearly is when my best friend called me to task for speaking negatively to him in a joking manner. He said, "Let's not base our friendship on mock spite." It was an amazing conversation and a lot of the reason that we're still friends today. I'm thankful that he corrected me and I'm especially thankful that I took the correction and changed my behavior.

I think Our Lord identifies two kinds of things that we can do during Lent to improve our friendship with Him: Things that we deny ourselves for a time to show our love for Him, and other things that we try to give up for good.

This Lenten Season, I'm trying to look at the idea of a seasonal penance a little bit differently than in years past and try to phrase it in the context of my friendship with my Lord: Does Our Lord think I need to give up for good and what little things can I deny myself so that I show more clearly a deeper manifestation of my love.

I pray for the insight to change my behavior in such a way that I can deepen my friendship with Our Lord. I open myself up to His grace and I'm receptive to allowing His healing hands fashion my life.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

A Tribute to Maryann Hassan

Since we have no city gates in our land, I must praise this good woman on the internet.

Her children rise up and call her happy;
   her husband too, and he praises her:
“Many women have done excellently,
   but you surpass them all.”
Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,
   but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Give her a share in the fruit of her hands,
   and let her works praise her in the city gates.
Proverbs 31:28-31

I had the blessing of going to an amazing funeral for an amazing woman. My kids pointed out the occupancy sign in the back: Maximum capacity 998. It was standing room only, and there were people lined up around the periphery of the church.

I met the Hassans through Seton School. I had heard about a family whose mom was sick with cancer and not expected to live. It took me two years to realize that there were not two Hassan families at the school. Maryann, with her gracious smile and never a word of complaint was actually the sick one!

Please help me to praise her "in the city gates".

Requiescat in pace!

Friday, January 22, 2016

Our Title Revisited: I don’t think I’m a relativist

I’ll preface this post with a warning: I may be wrong. If a gentle soul can direct me where I’m wrong, I’ll happily repent of my mistakes and correct them.

Plato identified one of the earliest relativists in his dialogue named after the relativist himself, Protagoras. The elderly sophist was quoted by Plato as saying “Of all things, man is the measure.” He enunciates the essence of relativism; namely, that each person can view reality and make up his own truth about what he sees. This view is contrary to philosophical realism and the teaching Church.

A fundamental tenet of relativism is that no external authority can dictate what someone believes. Catholic spirituality is based upon the principle that not only can an external authority dictate what we should believe, but an external authority has dictated what we should believe. Catholic spirituality is diametrically opposed to relativism.

In an earlier post, I referenced St. John of the Cross in his book The Ascent of Mt. Carmel saying “Here there is no law, for the just man is a law unto himself.” By this, I do not mean that there is no external authority by which we should judge ourselves. Nor do I mean to say that the “law unto himself” is a law that is self-motivated or derived simply from one’s own mind. St. John was particularly clear about the need for external direction and his books inculcate a deep distrust for idle manifestations of the mind.

The whole point of the Christian life is to conform oneself more closely to the perfect man: Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I believe (and think) that our goal is the conformity of the mind, heart, and will to become a perfect image of the Just Man. In no other way can we find perfection.

In the early stages of the spiritual life, attendance to an external law is the means of spiritual growth. Aided by grace, of course. Fidelity to the commandments, frequent meditations on the nature of virtue, exercise of the will in the practice of the good, and avoiding vices and sin mark these early days. In sin and in the early days of conversion, the “old man” is still active and dominant in the penitent’s heart. Such a man uses the precepts of an external law in order to leave the old man behind.

Some writers called these early days the way of purgation because they are marked by a deep suspicion of one’s own actions and motives. The great Carmelite cautions souls who are beginning their spiritual journey to be careful about their internal motivations and attend to what they have been taught about the moral law and the life of virtue. Exercise of the will seems to be difficult and engaging in spiritual things a trial. However, by prayer, the sacraments, grace, attendance to the moral law, and the practice of a devout life, in time new habits are formed that are virtues, ordered to the good and not to evil.

As these good habits become part of us, they become, as Aristotle said, a kind of second nature. Doing good becomes easier and more natural, almost spontaneous. Not as if there were no direction to their proper end, but doing good becomes almost easy, a likeness of which is the muscle memory of an accomplished musician finding the keys of the piano as he plays. He no longer needs to “think” about where to put his fingers, he just plays. Another example is a person who plays a sport and finds himself “in the zone” as we sometimes here. This is, perhaps, what some Eastern writers term the “Zen moment”.

As I understand it, when the master musician or athlete has practiced his art long enough, he finds his body responding to the internal order or harmony of what he is doing. So too the adept in the Christian life, after conforming his mind and will to the Just Man, no longer needs to “attend” to the moral law, he simply carries it out. The law no longer is, as such, the means to his conformity with Christ. This does not dispense with the law, but such a man no longer needs to think about the law so much.

He is a just man because he has become the Just Man. He has fulfilled the admonition of St. Paul to “put on the Lord Jesus” and become what our Loving Father in heaven meant us to be from the beginning.

Our title, then, is no relativist declaration that whatever I want, I can go after. Rather it is the recognition that, after years of toil in this valley of tears, I may be freed from slavish attention to the law and no longer find it a burden. Our Lord even said, “My yoke is easy, my burden light.”

By quoting Saint John, we articulate the summit of spiritual perfection, the perfection for which I hope and I strive. When the soul has been perfected, he no longer needs the external structure placed upon him by the law, for his actions so closely resemble Christ; no, originate in his union with Christ, that he truly becomes “a law unto himself.” Virtue and goodness flow from the soul’s conformity to the Just Man, as a spring of living water.

The amazing thing about this transformation is that once the highest stages of the spiritual life are reached, there is even greater attention to the law in all its integrity, but that attention flows from within the soul (even though it is always guided by the Holy Spirit) and does not come from outside as it did before.


No relativism is advocated here, just conformity to Our Blessed Savior, leading us along the royal way of the Cross until we find our resting place, in Him.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

No Performance Standard

One of my favorite passages in the Gospels is found in Matthew 19:16-30 where the rich young man comes to Our Lord to ask what he needs to do to in order to be perfect. Pay particular attention to Our Lord’s response to this man. Some translations have it, “Jesus looked at him and loved him…” or “Jesus looked at him with love…” Before our blessed Savior responds to the man’s question, he loves him.

I hope my reader has had the experience of love on a human level. In human love one of our greatest experiences is the sheer delight of being with the beloved. “The lover seeks union with the beloved.” is an old saying but very true. Even in the pernicious relationships that only seem like true love, this desire to be with the other is all-consuming, we want to be united with the object of our desire, even if only physically.

The problem with human love, at least most of the time, is that we cannot perfectly love our beloved nor do we ever really feel perfect love from them. Human love tends to have restrictions and a performance matrix. Consider the first love of an adolescent. Warm feelings of tenderness usually come about from the physical appeal or the personality of the object of our love. And this is a good thing!

But when the object of our love falls short of our expectations, this merely human love can sometimes falter. It’s a little embarrassing to recount, but I remember having a crush on someone in middle school where she came to school on a Monday morning with a large pimple on her forehead. How hideous she was! Although she had several classes with me during the day and we frequently ate lunch with a group of our peers, I couldn’t stand to look at her!

The Divine Love, on the other hand, sees our pimples and still loves us. Even our defects and faults that are not clear to us are known to the Beloved, yet he still loves us. He desires the good for us and even works for that end. He loves us despite ourselves and works for us so that we can attain a likeness to His Son.

I used to think that God’s love for me was akin to my love for others, on a human level. On some deep emotional plane, I could not see that God loved me for who I am, for my personhood, that His love for me was the sustaining motion of my being. Despite my sins and numerous derelictions of duty, my Tender Savior was constantly reaching out his arms to hold me and sustain me.

There’s a kind of pride and inflated ego that operates in the soul of someone who thinks that he has to perform for God. To say that God’s love for us is dependent upon our fidelity to the Gospel is to hold out a performance standard for God’s love. But we’re told over and over in scripture that God’s love is unconditional.

For the rich young man cited above, St. Matthew doesn’t say, “Because of his prior fidelity to the Commandments, Jesus looked at him and loved him…” It doesn’t say, “Jesus, seeing the good works of the rich young man called him to perform more rigorously…"

St. Matthew says very clearly, “Jesus looked on him and loved him.” (Mk 10:21) Not because of what he had done in the past nor because of some estimation of what the man would do in the future, but merely because the rich young man was the object of His love.

If we read to the end of the story, the young man went away sad because he did not want to perform to the higher standard to which Our Lord was calling him, but the Gospel writers do not say that Our Lord stopped loving him. After the man left, he was still loved by God.

It’s true that Our Lord says, “If you love me, keep my commandments.” (John 14:15) But what the Sacred Text does not say is that if you’d don’t keep his commandments He will stop loving us. God loves even the demons in hell; the problem is that his love burns them because they do not accept it. Their refusal to cooperate with Grace is what makes them burn.

Let’s not make God’s love burn us. Let us pray for receptivity to God’s love, realizing that it is the basis for our conversion. I’m convinced that the chaos caused by scruples of conscience and the emotional pain we feel after we sin are the results of God’s love burning within us and calling us to greater conformity with His holy Will.

After we've accepted God's merciful love, let us share that love with others. Let's drop the performance standards that we set out for people and simply share God's love with them.

Praised be the Holy Name!

Friday, January 15, 2016

Conversion

Manifesting the principle that we need to be flexible, I started an hour or so ago to write about my battle of quietism and ended up with this instead! A Petrarchan sonnet for your consideration.

Conversion

Will this poor man surrender will to God
As urgent plea within his heart contends?
No desperation vast before him ends,
He has not come to truth by which he’s awed.
For many days and years this man has trod
against all effort, though ev’ry prayer commends.
Yet, soul, depraved, to ev’ry sin he bends
And kicks and screams against th’ eternal rod.

Have hope! This child does yet move in God’s grace
And Mercy! His most holy will enfolds
The awe-filled man embracing liberty!
He recognizes wherein ends the race
Heroic now his actions will be bold
Because he binds his will to actions free.



Comments are welcome! This is the first sonnet I've written since high school, so please let me know your thoughts. So far, I've received very little real criticism. An artist needs to know what to improve, so please feel free to share your thoughts!

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God bless!

Sunday, January 10, 2016

On Babies that Cry in Church

After viewing this post from a friend on Facebook, I thought I'd write a poem about my feelings on the matter instead of just writing a paragraph.

Again, comments are welcome and most heartily desired. When I invite you to play in my virtual sandbox, it really makes me happy to have someone to talk to. Thanks.

The choir entered statio.

Two solemn lines of grey
In choral adoratio
Eight times a day they pray.


And every solemn hour

They come to bend their knee
And give the earth some power
To flee death’s tyranny.


In bright of day and dark of night

These consecrated sing.
To bring the others to their light
Their chapel bells they ring.


Once every week they open

Their chapel doors up wide
And bid the faithful enter
To worship at their side.


And every Sunday morning

A family shows up there
Rejoicing, not in mourning,
Their hearts and lives they share.


These faithful love the voices

And chanted monkish tones
They contemplate the choices
These men live in their bones.


And though these children savor

The sacred art they hear
They do add their own flavor
Of worship at the rear.


A humble father holding

His youngest child near
Knows not the world unfolding
But everyone will hear.


From lungs not bigger than a pear

He chants his sacred sounds
For all the people praying there
An earthly cry resounds.


While silent adoration

Engulfs God’s Holy Throne
This child gives donation
From depths before unknown.


In urgent supplication

For some need now supreme
This baby’s incantation
Will shatter pious dream.


An untrained voice commands now

Each ear within this place
Each person contemplates how
His cry goes out to space.


In his shrill declaration

This innocent now screams
Who grants him consolation
To his primordial dreams?


His mother. She takes him out

To give him what he wants.
His absence then creates a drought,
The silence almost taunts.


For his vociferation

Of urgent, primal need
Is but articulation
Common to Adam’s seed.


For in each person born to man,

A mother mediates
A woman gives us what she can
As father hesitates.


So this is our condition,

And in our lives we show,
That there is no perdition
Within the hearts that grow.


Each voice has his own glory

And brings from depths unknown
Supplying to the story
Played out before the Throne.


That practiced adorations

As well as primal screams
Both come from God’s creations
And prosper here our dreams.


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Saturday, January 9, 2016

Thanks for following me! Google's Forthcoming Changes

Glorious Followers,

Hi. I tried to write all of you private messages, but the Google Friend Connect box that shows up is giving me heartburn and has a loop.

Google announced a change that starts the week of 11 January 2016.

I hope this post gets to you and you will know what to do with the following announcement. This stuff is new to me, so I hope you are able to get it resolved and keep following me.

Here's the message I got from Google about my blogspot followers:

An update on Google Friend Connect
2 weeks ago by A Googler
In 2011, we announced the retirement of Google Friend Connect for all non-Blogger sites. We made an exception for Blogger to give readers an easy way to follow blogs using a variety of accounts. Yet over time, we’ve seen that most people sign into Friend Connect with a Google Account. So, in an effort to streamline, in the next few weeks we’ll be making some changes that will eventually require readers to have a Google Account to sign into Friend Connect and follow blogs. 

As part of this plan, starting the week of January 11, we’ll remove the ability for people with Twitter, Yahoo, Orkut or other OpenId providers to sign in to Google Friend Connect and follow blogs. At the same time, we’ll remove non-Google Account profiles so you may see a decrease in your blog follower count.


We encourage you to tell affected readers (perhaps via a blog post), that if they use a non-Google Account to follow your blog, they need to sign up for a Google Account, and re-follow your blog. With a Google Account, they’ll get blogs added to their Reading List, making it easier for them to see the latest posts and activity of the blogs they follow.


We know how important followers are to all bloggers, but we believe this change will improve the experience for both you and your readers.


Posted by Michael Goddard, Software Engineer


Post a comment if this doesn't make sense to you and I'll try to help you figure it out.

Thanks, and God bless!

Friday, January 8, 2016

Nemo dat quod non habet

The idea of writing this blog has percolated in my mind since 2011 when I first started it. But as someone once said, "No man gives what he does not have." I've been waiting to give something for a time, but to have something to give is necessary first. Now I think I have something to give. I may be wrong about this. As I frequently tell people, "My filters may be a little off, tell me if I'm perceiving reality clearly." That's what the combox is all about, right?

Here's a poem I wrote back in July of 1985, right before making my first vows in the monastery. The idea of vows for a monk has been compared to the vows exchanged between spouses on their wedding day. But that comparison is really weak, for does the Church allow us to make temporary vows to our spouse? No. So, no matter what a consecrated religious gives up in their first vow, there's always the nagging question in the back of their mind: "I can quit at the expiration of my vows." Or at least there was in my mind. And you know by now that I never made permanent profession.

Perhaps this is at the root of why religious vows are not considered an 8th Sacrament, as some theologians have proposed. As good and meritorious vows are, they are not, in their nature (per se) necessary to living the Christian life. Permanence, on the other hand, is essential to the married covenant.

Enough talk, on to the poetry. I'm not entirely happy with the first line. If I ever find the notebook that I wrote it in way back when, I'll update it later. This is what I remember.

What to Give

Be with me Christ, 'tis now I need you most,
when all the gifts and cares of life do call.
Give me the grace to never leave your post,
but generous, to serve and give to all.

But what to give, save that for which they ask?
And how to serve, save in the way they need?
I bow my head, my hands go to the task,
And give to God the glory of the deed.

Now, what to you, how shall I now repay
this gift, your love which urges me to serve?
I'll give you back the love which every day
You give to me, although I don't deserve.

And, yes, "which" in line 10 introduces a nonrestrictive clause, for all my grammarnazi friends. Do I need a comma after "love"? 

Peace!

Update: I remembered the first line, and fixed it and a couple other mistakes. This is great being able to fix something after it's been published!