When he was at table with them, he took the bread. He blessed the bread, and broke it, and gave it to them. And their eyes were opened and they recognized him!(Luke 24:13-35)

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Costumes won't fit through the narrow gate




The tradition of Halloween has lost its religious roots as the day before the feast of All Saints, but the Gospel for this Wednesday of the Thirtieth Week in Ordinary Time has some of the “trick or treat” buried within. Jesus is making His way toward His final definition or revelation of His person and mission. He is asked on His way about just how many or few will be saved and about who will have done the works of holiness or justification. Who will be dressed in the proper costume?

While hiding one’s true identity is a Trick, and on this day, quite enjoyable to watch, tomorrow is the celebration of those who divested, who took off their ‘costumes’ and lived the Treat of the simple holy life.

Jesus’ reply to the one asking about being saved is wondering if he/she is carrying enough accreditation and self-affirming actions. Jesus gives us an image of a “narrow Gate” through which only the costumeless, the stripped can pass through. Those who obtained their identity from what they did, would be unknown by the Master. They are pictured by Jesus as knocking on the door like Trick-or Treaters and the Master would say twice, that He did not know where they were from.

These costumed pretenders would not be receiving the treats of heaven, but the results of tricking themselves by dressing up in false identities and not receiving their reality and truth from their Creator and Savior. What the Master is saying to them is that He does not know where they are from, because they have refused to accept that they are from God and are on their journey of returning back through the narrow gate of believing their origin and destiny.

We should enjoy the life-long process of de-costuming and living our sainthood.

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Striving to be a small seed


There’s a lot of distrust and a lack of faith in our world leaders these days, especially in the US. That distrust is manifesting itself in behaviors and speech by a lot of normally kind and gentle people who would rather be more focused on hope and tranquility.   I think the more distressing aspect of today’s world—and the root cause of the apparent hatred and division—is our lack of faith and confidence in Christ and the hope he promises all of us who do believe.

The idea of trusting something (or someone) we cannot see is not a natural human characteristic.  As humans we are accustomed to only trust those things that we can see and touch.  This makes faith in Christ difficult because we can’t see him.  However, if we nurture our faith in Christ it is able to grow and produce incredible fruit.  The mustard seed is the smallest of seeds, but when it is planted and nurtured it can grow to become a large bush, sometimes so large some call it a tree.


So too it is with our faith.  When we first gain our faith in Christ it often starts as a small inclination, a mustard seed.  However, we watch our faith grow to become a magnificent thing.  As “birds of the sky dwelt in [the mustard bush’s] branches” people will also flock to those who have a high level of faith.  This is something that can be found to be true when we have our faith severely tested.  We usually find the people in our lives that have strong faith and we run to them with our challenges.  These people help to show us the importance of faith and how it can be applied in our lives. 

In my life I’ve had the privilege to know several “mustard seeds” of my own faith formation; my parents and grandparents, my siblings, my wife, my children and yes, even my grandchildren.  Included in this are also my coworkers and friends.  Each of these people have strengthened me in times of doubt or insecurity or grief through their prayers and examples.

As my own faith increases, I hope that I can be a similar rock for my peers.  When they are having challenges in their life, I pray that I can be the one that helps them through and allows them to recognize God’s role in their lives.  This is the calling of Luke 13:18-22 when Jesus talks about the birds flocking to the mustard bush.  We must be there for our peers to help them recognize God in every aspect of their lives, especially when they are in challenging times.

Monday, October 29, 2018

Mercy is a greater thanksgiving to God than sacrifice.


“Brothers and sisters; be kind to one another, compassionate, forgiving one another as God has forgiven you in Christ. Be imitators of God, as beloved children, and live in love.”

Can our vocations as human beings, much less Christians, be expressed any more directly or forthrightly than Paul’s exhortation to the Ephesians?

Paul’s exhortation echoes the Response to Psalm 1 today: “Behave like God as his very dear children.”

What is it to be an imitator of God and behave like God? Luke, in a scene exclusive to his gospel, has us reflect on Jesus’s actions: “When Jesus saw her,” he was moved to compassion and called out to her that she was freed from her infirmity.  He did this on the Sabbath, which was “illegal” according to Mosaic Law, so the leader of the synagogue chastised him.  Jesus rebukes him right back, reminding him that even the oxen are untied on the Sabbath and led to water.  Shouldn’t a daughter of God be untied from her infirmity as well, regardless of the Sabbath?  

If only we could always look upon one another with the compassion God has for us, we would be imitators of God, and begin to bring healing to our wounded world and its many fractured relationships.

Sunday, October 28, 2018

I want to see!


It was tough coming up with something for my reflection on today’s Gospel.  It is the story of a blind man named Bartimaeus who, upon hearing that Jesus is walking by, cries out “Son of David, have mercy on me!”  At first the people with Jesus and the rest of the crowd try to quiet him, thinking him to be “just another blind beggar.”  But Jesus tells them to bring Bartimaeus to him saying, “Take courage; get up! Jesus is calling you!” Jesus then asks the blind man “What do you want from me?”  “I want to see!”, is Bartimaeus’ prayer.  Jesus is moved with pity and restores sight to him. 

After doing a little research today (Hey! I’m getting used to this ‘retirement’ gig!) I found out something interesting.  Of all the healing stories in the Gospels, this is the only one where we are told the name of the person healed and so that must mean something.  Mark gives us the name “Bartimaeus” –He is the son of Timaeus.  “Bar” meaning “son of”.  It is also a name which is a hybrid of both Aramaic and Greek and has two different meanings in each.  First, the name Bartimaeus in Aramaic means "son of defilement." So, Bartimaeus could be a nickname given to him because he was a blind beggar and popular belief of the time said that blindness was a punishment for sin. On the other hand, the name Bartimaeus in Greek means "son of honor." And so, by giving us this name with its double meaning, Mark might be telling us something important. Bartimaeus is supposed to be a man of honor in God’s sight, but he is instead being treated as a man of defilement. What Jesus did for him was not simply heal his physical sight but, more than that, Jesus restored his God-given destiny and dignity. “Take courage; get up! Jesus is calling you!” Jesus heals not only Bartimaeus’ eyes, He heals his soul, his dignity, his very humanity.

And, I think, this is the challenge Jesus places in our lives too. In our increasingly fractured world, Bartimaeus is all around us. We encounter Bartimaeus in the many homeless and hungry on the streets each day. We see him in the people whose human dignity has been stripped away because of their race, their ethnicity, their political affiliation, their gender, their immigration status, or any of the countless ways our world decides some are unworthy of dignity. Our world today constantly turns people into sons and daughters of defilement; not worthy of our time, our concern, our care, or compassion. But, Jesus once again calls us to open our eyes so that we can see everyone sons and daughters of honor, of dignity, of holiness; worthy of our love and care.

True and lasting healing lies in lifting up hearts that are broken, in reconciling relationships that are shattered, in seeking out forgiveness when we have wronged another, in looking into the eyes of someone that the world has forgotten and saying, “I see you. You have value and dignity. You are loved and treasured in my eyes and in the eyes of God.” How easy it is for us to choose to be healers too – we have the power to heal our world.

“What do you want me to do for you?” Jesus asked Bartimaeus. May our answer be the same as his, “I want to see.” Jesus, Son of David, have pity on us for the times when we have been blinded to your presence around us; especially in those who need to be lifted up the most. Master, we want to see.

Saturday, October 27, 2018

Do you hear that?


In the reading for today, Paul tells the Ephesians about the unique gifts God has given each so that they might fulfill God’s plan.  Just as it was for the Ephesians, it is up to each of us to discern what God is calling us to do with those gifts. This is a lifelong process, not just the call to a certain profession or way of life, but the many calls within that profession or way of life and the calls in all our activities and encounters with others.

Sometimes I find it easy when things seem to fall in place and the “call” is quite clear - it is like I am being led and “all” I have to do is follow. These are not necessarily simple things to do, it is just that the clarity of the call seems to be in bold letters. Other times, I find myself struggling to sort out what the real call is. Lately, I see so many possibilities and I am struggling with what the real call is; none are in capital letters to guide me.

I think part of the struggle is related to getting older and knowing that I will not have time to do everything. It also comes from the regret for not always following the call to serve God in a more intentional and complete way. In a way I am like the fig tree in today’s gospel. I would not say that my life has been barren, but I know that there was much more fruit I could have borne had I been open to the call from God to serve his people.

I visualize Jesus as the gardener, interceding on behalf of the fig tree. If I am going to produce good fruit, I have to be open to the care and love from Jesus. Unlike the fig tree, I cannot just be passive. I have to actively listen and choose to respond to the call. 
Speak, Lord, your servant is listening.

Friday, October 26, 2018

Patience, Humility, Kindness


We have so much division in our nation (as Americans), especially in light of the most recent appointment of a new supreme court justice, ongoing race relation breakdowns and our upcoming midterm elections in November.  Our news feeds, online advertising and even our streaming music have become heavily curated by some algorithm of predictability.  On the one hand, this is natural; we like to be around people who are like us. But on the other hand, we can hold too tightly to these dividing lines and rarely cross them.
Staying within these boundaries keeps us from learning from one another. It keeps us from discovering the many ways Jesus reveals himself. And it keeps us from growing in the kind of all-encompassing love that draws people to the Lord.  Faith in Jesus Christ calls us to something deeper.  We are called to seek that which unifies us, both in spite of and through our differences.

St. Paul points to the need for humility, patience, and gentleness, and he wraps all these virtues up in a call for us to strive for peace. And to fuel our determination, he reminds us of all we have in common as believers: “one body . . . one Spirit . . . one hope . . . one Lord, one faith, one baptism; one God and Father” (Ephesians 4:4-6). If we can keep our eyes on all these gifts, I believe unity is possible.

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Truth is Good and Pleasant


Yesterday was “National Unity Day”.  Unity Day is the signature event of National Bullying Prevention Month and it has been recognized in the United States since 2011. To participate in Unity Day, individuals, schools, communities, and businesses wear or display orange to show support for students who have been bullied. One in five school-age children report being bullied at school. It’s a shame we have to declare a special day to recognize and accept our disunity when it comes to the simple truth of protecting our children.

In Today’s Gospel (Lk 12:49-53) Jesus says “Do you think that I have come to establish peace on the earth? No, I tell you, but rather division. From now on a household of five will be divided, three against two and two against three; a father will be divided against his son and a son against his father, a mother against her daughter and a daughter against her mother, a mother-in-law against her daughter-in-law and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law.”
Sometimes the Gospel brings about a certain disunity.  Throughout history, for example, Christians have been severely persecuted for their faith.  The example of many martyrs reveals that those who live the faith and preach it may become the target of another.
In our world today, there are Christians who are persecuted simply for being Christian.  There are Muslims who are persecuted simply for being Muslim.  Even the different “denominations” of Christians as well as the different “sects” of Islam disagree to the point of violence against one another.   In the “United” States of America, even ‘households of five’ are being torn apart by Democrat vs Republican.  Labels like ‘alt-left’ and ‘alt-right’, ‘fascists and socialist’, ‘lib-tard’ and ‘repuke’—do those sound like an attempt at achieving unity?
As little as 20 years ago a national tragedy was a time for ALL of humankind to stand behind one another and support each other and console each other.  After the basic HUMAN KINDNESS was administered, causes were investigated so the same tragedies could be avoided.  Nowadays there is always someone to blame (rightly or wrongly) for every tragedy before the last shot has been fired or the last fire put out. And attempts to prevent reoccurrences are delayed or even forgotten because of the failure of some to accept THE truth.  There is no time for THE truth to be found, so A truth is manufactured.  The reason we don’t really want THE truth is because THE truth is always harder to accept 100%.  Truth (with a capital ‘T’) is rarely convenient, and our 21st century lifestyles demand convenience. 
Yes, the real cause of any disunity is the refusal on the part of some to accept the truth.  Do not be afraid of holding fast to the truths Jesus gave us regardless of the reactions of others.  If you are hated or mistreated as a result, do not let yourself give in to compromise for the sake of “peace at all costs.”  That form of peace is not from God and will never bring about true unity in Christ.
Lord, give me grace to keep my eyes on You and Your will and to choose You above everything else in life.  When my faith is challenged give me courage and strength to stay strong in Your love.  Jesus, I trust in You.


Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Productive waiting......


Waiting is part of life.  The question is, "What do you do while you wait?" --while you wait at the traffic light, at the airport or bus stop, in the doctor's office?  Most of us know that there are fruitful ways to wait (reading a book, entering into conversation, even praying) and empty ways to wait (stewing about how bad it is to wait.) 

The passage of Luke in which Jesus approaches the question of the return of the "Son of Man" focuses our attention on that same question.  While we wait for the Lord to come again, whether that be in his glorious return, or in our personal meeting with him, the best preparation is the living of every moment by simply doing what is expected of us.  Fidelity in the small things--such as care for our family, justice in our relationships and our work, prayerful relating with God--these things well done are the best preparation for our future meeting.  For, we meet the same Lord in these small things well done, as we will see "when he comes."

So, what are you doing, while you wait?

 “Much will be required of the person entrusted with much. And still more will be demanded of the person entrusted with more.” (Luke 12:39-48)

When I read this at mass today I was reminded of how much I have been given and how much I should be giving back to the Lord in his people.  It’s a matter of responsibility.  It’s a matter of how I should “respond to my ability” (See what I did there?)

I have been born in a wonderful country that has fought for its freedoms. A country that is not without flaws…. but a country that is “rich” in so many ways when compared with the world’s population.  Why else would so many from other countries want to come here?  Why would I or anyone else want to deny these blessings to others? 

I have been given an outstanding education, good health, a mind and body that can think and do for others. I have been blessed in so many ways.   

So what direction does this gospel passage give me? And perhaps you, who are as blessed as I am?

At the end of the day, when I review what has gone on in my life, I need to ask myself these questions:

•How focused have I been in reaching out to and doing good for all of God’s people? 

•How well did I contribute to the dignity of persons with whom I live and work?  To those I don't even know?

•How can I do better?

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Vigilance


Have you ever been driving down the highway and suddenly see the CHP standing in the shadows with a radar gun aimed right at you?  I have.  I bet my reaction was the same as anyone would be. Instinctively I tapped the brake then checked the speedometer and realized that:

            •My speed was fine

            •If I had been speeding, it would have been too late to do anything about it

Today’s passage from Luke about being a vigilant servant resonates with this scene – both my image of God as a divine traffic cop trying to catch me committing a sin and the happy realization that my speed was fine.

Growing up, I feared going to hell for things like inadvertently eating meat on Friday. What if I forgot to ask if the clam chowder contained bacon and it did? Could I finish my lunch, or should I waste good food? Or should I go to Mass on Sunday even if I risked exposing half the church to a raging virus?  I considered myself to be “vigilant”, but I also turned God into an ogre who was very difficult to love.

As an adult I think I can discern the “spirit of the law” a little better.  I think that Jesus is asking us to be vigilant by continually evaluating how well we are living out the central principles of the Gospel. Jesus was no hair splitter, but he asks a lot of us – big things like taking care of the poor and the oppressed and trying to forgive those who have wronged us.

 Jesus knows how we all struggle with our favorite sins, but I suspect that if we continue to struggle and at least try to do better, we’ll find that our master is a loving God who says in effect that “your speed is fine.”

Therefore, we can do and must do what Jesus would do whenever we interact with the world, loving everyone no matter how they treat us, forgiving them no matter how often they sin, being patient and kind, reaching out to offer healing when they seek it, standing up for the downtrodden, explaining the truth when people are willing to learn it, and so on.

Saturday, October 20, 2018

Easier said than done


Today’s reading from the Letter to the Ephesians provoked me to reflect on how I witness my faith and how I support others in their witnessing and love.  St. Paul gives thanks for the faithful.  His heart felt prayers are genuine and supportive.  He speaks of a spirit of wisdom and revelation resulting in knowledge of Him. That seems a perfect prayer for those we love.  As a parent and grandparent, I want nothing more than for my children to know Him.  Their expressions or patterns do not have to be the same as mine.  My deepest desire is that they have a relationship with God.  I know that Lily has her relationship with God because we talk about it almost every day.  Josie, at her age, is not aware of God yet but I pray her relationship becomes as strong as Lily’s has. 

At this stage in my life I understand any relationship takes work and attention – relationships do not suddenly appear and stay strong without some attention.  While I do recognize sometimes the subtlety of some relationships – they can start as a tiny seed and grow slowly.  Even as a beautiful wild flower may start in my yard seemingly on its own, it needs some attention and care to be able to flourish.   Our relationship with God needs our attention.  We need to be aware and nurture it from the beginning no matter what age we are when it commences.  Another wonderful plea from St Paul is “May the eyes of your hearts be enlightened, that you may know what is the hope that belongs to his call.”  The concept of the hope is certainly one to embrace.  It is so easy (certainly for me) to lose track of what the main purpose of my life needs to be.  I can be so bogged down with the day to day tasks that I forget it is about that hope.  The promises that are possible far exceed the rewards from my day to day tasks, yet I do not always keep the right perspective.

The gospel message is quite direct as Jesus says, “Everyone who acknowledges me before others the son of Man will acknowledge before the angels of God.”  We clearly know the drill, we know the recipe or any other image you want to create.  So why is it so hard for us?  I think this acknowledgement goes way beyond words or internet memes or pandering to a voter base.  The real test is how we acknowledge Jesus with our lives.  Words may be easy to say, actions that exemplify those words are not always as easy.  It should be clear to all around us that we are beloved children of God – our actions should give us away.   I can give many, many examples of when I or my family have practiced these corporal works of mercy and sadly, I can also cite many examples of when I should have (and more importantly, could have) done more to acknowledge Jesus through my actions, and didn’t.

My most recent failure was just yesterday.  I had just picked up Lily from school and we had to stop at the grocery store for a couple of items before going home.  When we were checking out, there was a promotional display at the register asking for $1, $5, or $10 to give to the poor or you could even by a product from a list and put it in a barrel to be distributed to a local food bank.  Lily asked if I was going to donate something to (her words) “help the poor kids”.  I brushed her question aside with a “Not today” knowing full well I meant “no”.  Why did I do that?  I paid by debit card and a question popped up about the donation.  It would only take a “yes” instead of a “no” to perform a work of mercy and charity.  FAIL. I spend a lot more than $10 a week in Diet Coke alone.  Why aren’t my actions reflective of my professed faith?  More importantly, why did I choose to fail to acknowledge Christ in me in front of my impressionable granddaughter?  Especially since she tells me every day that she KNOWS I'm going to be a saint so I can pray for her.  (Have I mentioned how much I love this kid?)  That makes my negligence so much the greater! 

But that brings me back to hope and certainty.  The hope that the Sacrament of Reconciliation (Confession) gives me the grace to get better (and be the saint my Granddaughter hopes for) and the certainty that Jesus will forgive me if I am truly repentant.  I also have a “hope” for you, dear reader.  I hope you don’t have to stand behind me in the confession line!

Friday, October 19, 2018

The smallest of details


“Do not be afraid.” These words are often repeated in the holy Scriptures. In today’s Gospel, Jesus says we should not be afraid because the Father in Heaven is attentive to every single detail of our lives. Nothing has escaped the notice of God. If God is attentive to the sparrows, He is even more attentive to us. That should give us a certain sense of peace and confidence.

Of course, one reason that this can still be difficult to believe is that there are many times when it feels like God is quite distant and inattentive to our lives. It’s important to remember that whenever we have this feeling, it’s only a feeling or a perception and not reality. Reality is that God is infinitely more attentive to the details of our lives than we could ever realize. In fact, He’s far more attentive to us than we are attentive to ourselves! And not only is He attentive to every detail, He is deeply concerned about every detail.

So why might it feel like God is distant at times? There could be many reasons, but we should be certain that there is always a reason. Maybe we are not listening to Him and not praying as we should and so we are missing His attentiveness and guidance. Perhaps He has chosen to remain silent in a matter as a way of drawing us closer to Himself.  Sometimes I’ve found His silence was actually a very clear sign of His presence and His will.

Regardless of how we may feel at times we must be certain of the truth of Jesus’ words. “You are worth more than many sparrows.” God has counted the hairs on our heads, even the gray hairs and the ones we have lost!  Every part of our life is fully present to Him. We need to allow these truths to give us consolation and hope knowing that this attentive God is also a God of perfect love and mercy and will provide for us all that we need in life.

I’d like to offer this prayer today:  Lord, I know You love me and are aware of every feeling, thought and experience I have in life. You are aware of every problem and concern I have. Help me to continually turn to You in all things knowing of Your perfect love and guidance. Jesus, I trust in You.  Amen

Thursday, October 18, 2018

St. Grandma, sower of seeds, good and faithful servant

Circa 1918-1925
1987?



A few years ago, Cardinal Timothy Dolan of New York was holding a Q&A session with some young adults.  One of the questions asked was “How can I evangelize—or for that matter even keep my own faith strong—when I have to work among men who have no interest in God in general or religion in particular?”  His answer was (in a nutshell) to show his co-workers and everyone else he encountered in daily life his faith through his joy in knowing Jesus, and that would lead some of them to at least yearn for that same joy.  It’s up to us to plant the seed let the Holy Spirit take over from there to cultivate the conversion to Christ.

This is how I remember my Grandma Batty.  I don’t remember her ever raising her voice or using harsh words.  Whenever I heard her speak of our Catholic faith, which was often, I could feel the joy emanating from her.  What I remember most is her commitment to Christ (first) and her family, her prayers, and her humility.  I credit her and my mother most for introducing me to what a prayer life should look like and what I should strive for.  Grandma had that perfect mix of non-verbal evangelization Cardinal Dolan was speaking of and the ‘hard-core’ evangelization of the disciples Jesus sent out in today’s Gospel.

Today is Grandma’s birthday.  Please say a prayer for her, because I know she is praying for us.  How do I know, you might ask?  It comes from a first-hand experience I only related to my mom once, and she took it in stride as if she would expect nothing less!  To tell the truth it sent chills down my spine when it happened but at the same time strengthened my belief that Jesus will send us what we need when we need it the most.

The night before my brother Tom died, I was in the hospital room alone with him.  He was in and out of sleep and incoherent when he was awake.  He was tossing and turning and moaning and groaning.  I felt so bad for his suffering!  I put his hand in mine, pulled out my rosary and began to pray that comfort would come soon.  I was about half-way through my prayers when Tom raised his arms as if to hug the thin air and asked “Grandma?”   He smiled, laid his head back down on the pillow and fell into a peaceful sleep for the next few hours.  I believe Jesus allowed him to see Grandma so she could comfort him and tell him of the mercy of God.  And I believe He allowed me to witness the event so my unsettled and questioning soul would also find some comfort.  What a gracious, wise, and generous Lord I serve!

Happy Birthday, Grandma!  Pray for me! 

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

At the corner of Change Blvd and Same Old St


When I was listening at mass this morning to Paul’s message to the Galatians he is disquieting and yet comforting at the same time.  He lists the works of the flesh-- “immorality, impurity, licentiousness, idolatry, sorcery, hatreds, rivalry, jealousy, outbursts of fury, acts of selfishness, dissentions, factions, occasions of envy, drinking bouts, orgies”.  I thought to myself “That pretty much covers the roots of most of the problems in all of our human interrelations – then and now.”

If you don’t believe me just pick up a newspaper or magazine, watch any ‘reality’ TV show, or simply surf the ‘net.  Need more proof?  Read the comment sections of even the most (supposedly) ‘feel-good’ articles.  You’ll find comments that are written with the sole intent of perpetuating the negative traits of our society as listed by Paul especially racism, misogyny, hatred and violence.  The modern-day Galatians responsible for these comments only get away with it because they feel emboldened by the anonymity of the media. 

The comments sometimes upset me so much that I have been advised by several friends and family members to simply ignore them.  Is that really a solution to the problem, though?  Ignorance is not bliss. Just because I don’t read them doesn’t make the hate and division disappear. 

So where is the comfort? Just reflect on the words that are the fruit of the Spirit that he names: "Patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control." What happens when we ponder these fruits? Doesn’t our heart rate slow down, our mind and body become more relaxed? Don’t we feel quietly happy? The first list is hard and tense and divisive, whereas these words are like balm. What would happen to our minds, our bodies and our daily routines if we began each day, or reflected during the day, on patience, kindness, gentleness, etc.?

And even more good news in this message from Paul is that these fruits are not automatic, but they are possible. So, if we try to do the things our faith calls us to do, but we fall short, we don’t give up. We simply need to be reminded, just as the Galatians did. We can remind ourselves, remind others, start fresh. Just like Paul told the early Christians, we must take steps in our lives to follow the Spirit and to truly live in the Spirit. If we do that, the fruit of the Spirit will grow in us more and more.

Although I all too often fall short of what is expected of me as a disciple of Jesus Christ, I seriously want to help everyone see the light and love of Jesus and the promise of salvation.  I guess I’ll have to just pick my battles and do my best to convince those that are seriously seeking a better world that we’ve already been given the formula by God Himself through Scripture and Tradition, not to mention the Good News proclaimed by Christ Himself and fulfilled in His Resurrection.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

The Two-fold Blessing of St. Gerard in My Life


Saint Gerard was born into very simple and humble circumstances on April 26, 1726, in the village of Muro Lucano, Italy, the fifth child of Dominic and Benedetta Golella Majella. As a boy, Gerard was poor, small of stature, and prone to illness. But his family was very loving, and they taught him that suffering and love can work together.

Gerard was so captivated by the passion of Christ and the idea that the Son of God would willingly suffer because of love that he decided he wanted to fashion his whole life in the image of the suffering Christ.

By the age of five, miraculous events began to occur in Gerard’s life. For example, his sister witnessed the statue of the Baby Jesus come alive, play with Gerard, give him a loaf of bread, and then return to Mary’s arms. For Gerard, these extraordinary events occurred so often that they seemed almost ordinary to him.

When Gerard was twelve, his father died, and Gerard went to work for a local tailor to support the family. The foreman was very mean to Gerard, but he accepted his hardships as one following the will of God. For a short while he worked for a local bishop, and later had his own tailoring business. Still, Gerard felt a deeper calling to conform his life totally to Christ.

In 1749, after attending a Redemptorist mission, Gerard decided to join this congregation of missionaries. At first, the missionaries thought he was too frail to join them. They asked his mother to lock him in his room so he could not follow them. But Gerard climbed out the window and convinced the Redemptorists to give him a chance.

Gerard quickly proved himself to be a model religious. He refused to defend himself because the Rule forbade it, even when falsely accused of inappropriate behavior with a woman. Instead, he accepted the punishment and prayed until proven innocent. He was always cheerful and loved stories and jokes. He was prayerful, pious, and extraordinarily knowledgeable of works on theology and spirituality. He offered spiritual direction, performed great works of charity, and gave himself completely to the service of God and neighbor.

Gerard is best known for his miracles. Stories have been passed down from generation to generation, and Saint Gerard is said to have performed miracles similar to those of Christ, Elijah, and other figures found in the Old Testament. Through his miracles, Gerard mirrored the face of Christ to others. He could read hearts, often fell into ecstasy, and was reported to have levitated and bi-located.

Perhaps the most famous miracle attributed to Saint Gerard’s intercession involves a mother in danger of death during childbirth. One day Gerard was leaving the home of the Pirofalo family. A daughter noticed Gerard had forgotten his handkerchief. When she tried to give it to him, he told her to keep it because it would prove useful to her one day.

Years later, while experiencing great difficulty in giving birth, almost to the point of death, the woman asked for the handkerchief. After she received it, the birth proceeded with no further complications. Many women began asking for the handkerchief and the prayers of Saint Gerard to assist them in having a safe childbirth. And so it is that he became known as the patron saint of expectant mothers.

Gerard’s whole life was a testimony to the power of love through sacrifice. Saint Gerard meditated on the crucifix. In his meditations, he realized a truth Saint Paul knew: The power of Christ shines through our human weakness. This human weakness is not the weakness of sin, but the weakness of being finite.

This great saint understood human weakness. Being frail, poor, and always of service, he knew what if felt like to be helpless. Thus, when we feel we have nothing more to give, we can turn to Saint Gerard, and through the empowerment of Christ, continue in loving service. We do not serve on our own; it is Christ who serves others through us.

This is the source of Saint Gerard’s miraculous intercessory power. Consider how many of Gerard’s miracles are exactly what Christ did in his life. Jesus gave bread to the poor, raised the dead, walked on water, accepted unjust accusations and punishment, and brought healing and mercy to the poor and the abandoned. Saint Gerard knows how to help us call on the power of Christ in our time of need and human weakness, giving the power and glory of God room to shine in our lives.

Gerard’s frail body was not as strong as his soul. He died in Materdomini the night of October 15, 1755, at the age of twenty-nine. He was beatified by Leo XIII on January 29, 1893, and canonized by Pius X on December 11, 1904, and proclaimed the patron saint of expectant mothers.

His patronage is a two-fold blessing in my own life

Part 1:  My Grandmother’s Blessing through the intercession of St. Gerard

World War I claimed an estimated 16 million lives. The influenza epidemic that swept the world in 1918 killed an estimated 50 million people. One fifth of the world's population was attacked by this deadly virus. Within months, it had killed more people than any other illness in recorded history.

My grandmother contracted the disease in Autumn that year.  Her doctors told my grandfather to “go home and make arrangements” because she was not expected to survive the night—and the child she was carrying (my mother) likely would not survive either.

The first ‘arrangement’ my grandfather made was to contact family and friends to pray for Grandma, and he had the priest come in to give her Viaticum.  The priest told Grandpa and my great-grandmother about the recently canonized patron saint of new mothers and difficult pregnancies.  Fortunately for my grandma, the priest happened to have a relic of St. Gerard and he suggested they pray for St. Gerard’s intercession to our Lord for a miracle survival for both my grandma and her first baby.  They stayed up all night in prayer after the priest placed the relic on Grandma’s stomach. 

The next morning, the doctor was amazed that Grandma was not only still alive, but in fact so much improved that the prognosis for her survival (and that of my mother, who was due the next February) was good, and she could go home in a couple of days!   

Part 2:  My Mother’s Plea for Intercession and a Promise

In early 1953, my mom was pregnant with me, and she was extremely worried about it.  She had suffered three miscarriages since my brother Bill was born in 1948 and was afraid she might have another heartbreaking miscarriage this time.  Grandma reminded Mom of her own “worrisome” pregnancy and how the prayers to St. Gerard had saved her life and suggested they say a Novena to the saint once again for his intercession.  Mom promised St. Gerard that if this latest pregnancy went to term and she gave birth to a healthy child, she would name the child after him.  His prayers came through for us!  Not only was I born healthy, but Mom said my birth was one of the easiest she experienced out of all 6 deliveries.  When the time came put my name on the birth certificate she and Dad remembered the promise and gratefully wrote Stephen Gerard. 

Without St. Gerard and his intercession on my mother’s behalf to Our Lord Jesus Christ I might not be writing this testimony to the power of the Communion of the Saints. Today, on his Feast Day, I find myself asking for St. Gerard’s help once again in protecting the health of my daughter Sarah as she approaches the birth of her second daughter (Paloma) next month.

St. Gerard, Pray for us!