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)

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!

Friday, August 24, 2018

A call to relationship with Jesus

As I was driving Lily home from school the other day, we were discussing (as we often do) “religion things”. She said she wondered what it would have been like to see Jesus back when He was alive. I didn't answer that He is, in fact, still alive today, but not in the same way as 2000 years ago. I don't think that is what she wanted to know. I think what she was asking was “Wouldn't it have been great to meet and travel with Jesus as He walked from town to town and witness all of His miracles first-hand?”

I'm beginning to think Lily is a Jesuit at heart. One of their spiritual exercises is to place oneself into the gospel as a first-hand witness and meditate on how it affects our lives today. I sometimes try this exercise myself and often I find myself lacking in faith and practice of my beliefs.

So the accounts of those who did walk with and talk with Jesus on a one-to-one basis every day get my “meditative juices” flowing. Today is the feast of St. Bartholomew (otherwise known as Nathaniel), one of the twelve Apostles of Jesus.

I’m in awe of how easy it was for those first followers to come to a knowledge and faith in Jesus. With John the Baptist’s brief testimony, “Look, here is the Lamb of God!” Jesus begins to gather an interested group who in turn invite others. They all drop what they are doing and, curious, they follow Him.

Nathaniel is the only skeptical one, “Can anything good come from Nazareth?” Nathaniel likes to lay it on the line, and one gets the impression that he has both an innocence and a sardonic wit that would have made him the guy who everybody wanted as a dinner guest. Jesus, upon hearing of Bartholomew's statement, immediately embraced him as one of the inner circle. Bartholomew's straightforward and clear-eyed observation allowed him to straddle that boundary between innocence and experience that helps each of us best serve God. As Jesus Himself tells us, "Be wise as serpents and harmless as doves," (Matthew 10:16) and He gives us Bartholomew as the example of this behavior.

Philip replies with the invitation, “Come and see”. Nathaniel, easily impressed because Jesus anticipated his coming, eagerly follows—effortless, uncomplicated and undemanding.

Surely the early disciples came to faith the way we do… over a long period of time, imperfectly, eager one minute, hesitant the next; hearts full of doubt and full of hope; a history of broken promises and re-commitment.


Accepting an invitation to relationship is not easy. We long for the life that Jesus promises, but we carry the hurts and heartbreak of human relationships. Can we take the risk? Is our desire for fullness of life greater than our need to hold onto our wounds, the battle scars of human relationships? How is Jesus inviting me into relationship through the circumstances and people of my life? I say it often—we won’t know unless we are open-minded, listening, and looking.

Here are some questions to consider:
Is there anyone in my life who sees something greater in me than I can see in myself? Do I trust him or her? If I believe what they see in me is true, how do I use those gifts for the greater good of my community? Or to serve God?

Jesus invited Nathaniel into relationship… Who is inviting me to a deeper relationship? Who is inviting me to greater love, greater hope, greater compassion and greater life? Is it a family member? A neighbor? A stranger? The Holy Spirit?

Jesus promises that Nathaniel will see even greater things -- that Jesus himself will unite the heavens and the earthly, reveal the presence of the eternal within the temporal -- that all may know that the goodness and compassion of God are now carried in us, in our humanity and our everyday, mortal world.

So my answer to Lily's innocent question of wouldn't it have been great to be in a one to one relationship with Jesus is yes! But we can still have that relationship with Him through the Eucharist. The kingdom is among us!

Monday, July 30, 2018

What's in a name?


What’s in a name?

The name my dad was given at birth by his parents was Afton Leroy.  But later in life (way before I was born) he would become known as “Cap” or “Cappy”.  Nobody called him Afton except his mother and father.  Even his siblings would come to call him “Cap”.  He earned the nickname and answered to it proudly from the time it was first uttered until his death in 1970.
 
A little history to explain how he earned the nickname—no---the “title” of “Cappy”.

The bracero program was introduced in 1942, a year after the U.S. entered the Second World War. The program, negotiated between the U.S. and Mexican governments, brought approximately 4.8 million Mexican contract laborers to work in the U.S., primarily as agricultural workers in California and Texas. The term “bracero” refers to those who work with their arms, from the Spanish word for arm “brazo.”

The Mexican American Bracero Agreement was signed on July 23, 1942, establishing the Mexican government as recruiters and the U.S. government as distributors of cheap and expendable labor. Mexico had declared war on the Axis powers one month before and was thus under pressure from the U.S. to help it overcome the wartime labor shortage. The majority of “braceros” were assigned to work in agriculture, though a significant minority, about one in four, were contracted to work on the railroads.

The government, newspapers and recruiters in Mexico sold the program through an intensive propaganda campaign. For example, an article titled “Impressions of a Worker,” printed in the Mexico City daily El Universal, quoted Antonio Corrales, who had allegedly just returned from working as a contract worker in California. “We work contentedly, eat with an appetite, amuse ourselves, send our families money, and even save,” he said.

He described the braceros as being “joyfully greeted by the North American farmers,” working eight-hour days in the “best possible conditions,” making exchanges of language lessons with American workers, earning abundant wages, having opportunities to save at least 25 percent of their earnings, and receiving a sympathetic welcome by Americans generally.  I'm thinking Mr. Corrales probably worked for my dad or someone like him.

This glowing picture contrasted sharply with the actual experience of most braceros.

Braceros were usually afraid to register official complaints, but they suffered from lack of consistent work, long work hours, earnings that barely covered expenses, unauthorized deductions from their pay, meager and poor-quality food rations, run-down and unsanitary housing, dangerous means of transportation, dangerous working conditions that led to disabling or fatal accidents, and even physical abuse, as well as severe racial discrimination.


As the foreman of a farm camp in the mid 1940’s, my dad was very attuned to the needs of the Mexicans that were, in some cases, being taken advantage of or at the very least being ignored in their simplest requests.  Requests like needed bathroom breaks, dietary needs and so on.  There are stories about workers arriving in the farms camps and being fed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or hard-boiled eggs with toast and other “American” type meals, when what they were used to, and preferred, was meat, pork, rice, beans and masa and tortillas.  Dad would make sure that there were plenty of those foods on hand that he would provide (at cost) to those under his supervision. 

My mom told me the particulars but I don’t remember the logistics of how he was able to do this, but the point is that no one seemed to have any complaints against my father that were widespread among other camps during the same period.  In fact, once they found out Dad was an American citizen with dual citizenship in Mexico as a consequence of being born and raised in that country, they considered him a “compadre” who could help them with their (sometimes) difficult months away from home with good conversation, good food and a relaxed work environment.  It even made many of the workers more productive than they would be normally.
   
Even though they looked upon him as a friend, they also respected him in his authority as their foreman and many of them began calling him “El Capitan”.  To his American friends and family this was shortened to “Cap” or “Cappy”, which my dad wore as a badge of pride and honor until his death.  I am proud of the way my dad was always fair and honorable to everyone he met and the respect he showed to all, regardless of their heritage or status in life.  He never aspired to be anything but kind and generous to anyone he met and I never heard anyone speak ill of him, ever.  This is not to say he never showed anger.  He certainly did, but it was usually because he saw someone being mistreated or discriminated against  in some way.
 
I can only hope to leave the same legacy of love and respect for my brothers and sisters through Christ of this world to my children and their children.

Friday, July 27, 2018

A jog down memory lane


I don’t know what prompted me to remember this blog entry from August 15, 2010 but the fact that I did makes me think it is the Holy Spirit wanting me to share it.  I updated it to reflect the passage of time since then.

"Teacher, what must I do to gain eternal life?"

The young man in the Gospel reading of Matthew had led what he thought was a "good" life. Jesus' reply to him is that there is only "One who is good." God! If one wishes to enter into eternal life (heaven), one must keep the Commandments.

This he says he does. But Jesus, who sees what is in our hearts, knew that even though the young man kept the Commandments he was lacking, because the most important things in his life were his possessions, not God or His law. He left Jesus rather than follow "the way, the truth and the life."

Personally, I’m not prepared to sell everything I own and give it away. This would present a large number of practical problems, such as feeding, clothing and educating my family. I doubt that Jesus would view it as morally desirable to put the life and well-being of my family at risk.

So how to best look at this Gospel? There’s clearly an important distinction that Jesus is drawing. We all have “negative” and “positive” duties. The negative duties, such as not to kill or commit adultery, are the easiest to discern and allow for the drawing of clear lines. I think that Jesus was really speaking to the well-to-do of His time, many of whom were living in relative comfort and with the contentment that they’d managed to live their lives without killing or committing adultery. I can almost feel the smug superiority of them as they’d pass by the prostitutes and beggars thinking that they were surely headed to Heaven and the prostitutes and beggars were headed to Hell.

But Jesus’ message is that things are far from being that simple, because we have “positive” duties too; most especially to have compassion for those who weren’t born into circumstances as comfortable—or for those who have fallen on hard times. It’s not good enough to pass by the less fortunate without lending a helping hand and feeling compassion. In fact, it’s probably less forgivable than those who violate the negative duties. Who on Judgment Day will be viewed as worse? The beggars and prostitutes who were trying to feed their families the only way they knew how or the rich who walked by them and sneered in contempt and did nothing to help? We know the answer Jesus gave because of His words how He spent His earthly time. We can all learn from His example.


For a couple of years (the last 2 years that Mom lived in Lodi) I served as a Eucharistic Minister for St. Anne’s Church in Lodi.  I loved the experience.  I presented our Lord’s Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity to a few homebound Catholics, including Mom.  I was also fortunate to visit the hospital and distribute Communion there. 

After about a year, I had become pretty complacent in my “positive” duties as a Eucharistic Minister. This is not to say I regretted doing it, just that I had let it almost get routine.  Until I was presented by someone I’m pretty sure was a “plant” by the Holy Spirit to get me back on track and to remind me why I felt the call to be in pastoral care in the first place.

When I walked in the room, the old man was asleep. His daughter was staring out the window. I asked her, “Do you think he’ll want to wake up to partake of Holy Communion?” She replied, “I don’t know. I’ve just tried for 15 minutes to wake him to see if he’ll eat the lunch that was brought in, but I can’t rouse him.” But she tried again. This time, his eyes opened wide and I could see him zero in the cross I wear when visiting the hospital. She asked him something in a language that sounded similar to Spanish if he wanted the Eucharist. He couldn’t raise his bed to a sitting position fast enough! And he showed the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on a patient in a hospital! He thrust out his hand for mine, so I shook it. He would not let go, and kept talking a mile a minute in what his daughter said is Portugese and he was smiling the whole time, giving me a look as though he knew me and I could understand what he was saying.

He was jabbering non-stop (still holding onto my hand), then he laughed, and said, “no compriende, eh?” This I could interpret for myself. I replied (I hope) in his own language that no, I didn’t understand what he was saying. This made him laugh even harder, but did it stop his talking? No way! He went on for another 5 minutes! The funny thing is, what he was saying was almost melodious—it was beautiful! His daughter said his spare time was spent composing poems of prayer to Our Lady and her Son.  I had just been treated to an extemporaneous creation of one. Even though I couldn’t understand the words, somehow I know Mary and Jesus were pleased.  It reminded me of Mary’s own Maginificat!

We began the “communion service” and he became somber and reverent. When we got to the Lord’s Prayer, he spoke clearly and confidently. Up until then, and after the service, it was more of a mumble, as those who are not feeling well tend to do.

When we concluded the service, his daughter told me that he loved talking for hours about God, Jesus and Mary to anyone who would listen. I told her I felt the same way, but it would be easier if we both spoke the same languages! I turned to leave the room, and the old man pointed at my cross and said something. I asked his daughter what he was saying. She said he wanted to look at the cross I have around my neck and kiss it, if I would allow it.  He asked if Christ was on the cross. I explained that the image of Christ is not on this cross, because it was designed to identify me as a Eucharistic minister, not as a priest or deacon. I offered to let him kiss the crucifix that is on my rosary that I carry in my pocket at all times, but instead he pulled me close and kissed my EM cross while I was still wearing it! Then he gave me a blessing! His daughter was interpreting as best she could, but she said she does not speak the language very well herself—just enough to get by with her Dad. She said his message, however, was clear. He was thanking me for (his words) “visiting all the poor sick people in the hospital who need Christ to help them.” I almost cried. I told him that’s why I do what I do. I don’t only bring Christ in the Eucharist to comfort the sick, I am also looking for Christ in the people I meet. That day, I met Him. And I thank Him for reminding me what I must do to gain eternal life.

I am no longer a Eucharistic Minister because I just got way too busy with “life” and “work”, and Mom moved down to Simi.  I would like to get back into it after I formally retire in November.  I also feel like I need to answer a call to teach CCD that Alicia’s parish has sent out several times.  We’ll see.  I know I’ll have to find something to “wind down” from over 50 years in the workforce. 

Sunday, September 24, 2017

You have ONE job!

As I prepared for today's Mass by reading the Gospel for today, I researched a couple of reliable meditation sites to “jump start” my own meditation. In case you're not Catholic or you weren't listening at Mass this morning the Gospel was about a wealthy landowner who at the end of the day pays everyone the same daily wage, even though some only spent an hour laboring. (Mt 20: 1-16a)

Most of the meditations I researched rightly focused on God's mercy and generosity right up to the time of our deaths, while a couple of others focused on God's infinite wisdom and how His ways are not our ways, as it said in the first reading.

Jesus says the landowner went out in the morning and hired some workers. Then he went out again 3 hours later, then 3 more hours, then 3 more. And each time there were more hands waiting to be hired. What He doesn't say is why the landowner didn't hire them all in the first place. I got to wondering why there would be more to hire each time he went out to the marketplace. Was it because they slept late? Did they not have the proper “skill set?” Were they attending other “interviews” when this landowner came to hire? Worst of all, were they just lazy and not looking for work after all, but “putting in an appearance” to avoid embarrassment? In my meditation, I realized that none of these questions mattered.

What mattered is that the landowner felt so passionate about each and every worker's well-being that he constantly sought out more and more so none would be left with his daily wage. And he wasn't judgemental as to the reason why the man hadn't been hired until the last hour of the day. He was happy that the laborer finally did show up, and could share in the landowner's generosity.

I realize that I am sometimes each of the laborers talked about in this parable. There are days that I am very ardent in my prayer life, evangelical endeavors, and works of mercy then—more often than not—I am lazy in those efforts. It is on those days especially that Jesus comes to me sometimes several times in one day in my thoughts and in my interactions with others to remind me that it's never too late to agree to work in His vineyard and receive the “usual daily wage”, even though others have been more diligent than I have been.

And how do we “work” in God's vineyard? As the popular saying goes “you have ONE job”. That job is to LOVE. Jesus lets us know in several places in the gospels exactly what that means. He reminds his Apostles in one of the gospels and affirms Nicodemus in another that the highest Law (or the “labor of the kingdom”) is 'to love God with all our heart, mind, soul and strength. And the second is like it: to love our neighbor and even our enemies as we want to be loved.'. And, just like farmwork in a vineyard, this job is not easy. It will weary our bones, test our patience and yes—at times even cause us seemingly impossible suffering and heartbreak. But at the end of our days no matter when we started and if we have done our one job right, a loving God will send His Son to welcome us and pay us our “usual daily wage” of everlasting joy in the presence of our creator.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

I am both weed and wheat


The Gospel during mass today was the parable of the wheat and weeds. It brought back a memory of a day over 50 years ago when I was working with my dad in our vegetable garden behind our house.  I didn’t realize until much later in my life just how much of a brilliantly simple man my dad was!  

I was about 11 or 12 years old and as I said we were out in the back yard working in the garden. He wanted me to help pull the weeds. There were some pretty flowers that he was pulling out and cursing at them because they were weeds.  I asked him, “Isn’t this the same flower that you grow in the front flower beds?  They’re pretty, and Mom loves them.  Why are you pulling them out of the garden?”  He replied, “If it isn’t what we planted, no matter how beautiful it is, it’s a weed, because it can take over the whole garden and the vegetables won’t grow or get as big as we want them to, so it doesn’t belong here.”  

Sin is like that. It can be quite beautiful and seductive, but it is never what God intended to be in His garden.

In parables throughout the gospels, Jesus tells us of many ways that we have to choose between living joyfully with God forever and being forever separated from Him, in great pain over our loss.

The special spin that Jesus puts on this question of our choice is that we have a whole lifetime to make it in. God provides us with all that we need to choose Him and to make that choice concrete in our life rather than just a vague wish or orientation, and we must make that one central choice of our life in terms of the small daily choices that inch us closer to God or away from Him.

While the "harvesters" in today’s parable are able to tell the difference between the weeds and the wheat, we must ordinarily remain in some uncertainly about whether we truly have chosen God enough, whether we have loved Him enough. Any certainty about whether we are "saved" or not can be a form of self-delusion and lead to pride, laziness, and a fatal assumption that we are "good enough." That sort of thing can be deadly in our human relationships, and it is no different in our relationship with God.

I simply do not know whether I am weed or wheat while I am alive, and the fact is that I am both --- but which is the dominant side of who I am? While I am responsible for the choice, it is up to God to decide what I have actually chosen. And that is where the virtue of hope comes in.

The kingdom of heaven starts small, as small as the smallest seed you can see. A still, quiet voice in the human heart, speaking and reminding us that God is always present. Sometimes there will be no sign of it on the outside. But within, there is the yearning, the striving for heaven here and now.

But no matter how small it starts, with gardening and attendance, paying attention to God and what is important, with the slightest care, the smallest amount of devotion, it can grow by leaps and bounds -- a seedling, a shrub, a bush, a tree. And when it has grown, when we've allowed it to take root, it has another supernatural property -- it summons, from every corner of the earth and sky, those who would join. People can see the blessing of it; people can feel it’s comforting presence. And they are drawn to it. They are drawn to the cool shade of it on a hot summer day.

When we allow grace to work, we allow the Kingdom of Heaven to take root. And this kingdom is not for us to hoard and enjoy alone. It has as its chief characteristic the need to be shared, the desire to grow to include everyone.

When you open yourself up to God, don’t be surprised that others see it in you and start to want to be near you. Do not underestimate the ability God has given you to change your part of the world into a corner of heaven.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

An Advent Message



Advent begins today! The readings present us with two messages: Have hope and Prepare for God.


The first reading is about a future time of unity and peace. I can't help but feel the message is all about our country these days; there are deep divisions affecting not only the political parties, but friends and families as well. There is a deep need for healing and reconciliation. Sometimes we can’t imagine that there is any reason to have hope.

Isaiah reminds us that our God is faithful to us always and knows about the situation we are in. Our God is always moving to bring us together. What is the coming together? What might we all “stream toward” together? Isaiah says, “that he may instruct us in his ways, and we may walk in his paths.” Our only real hope of coming together is to come together in greater fidelity to our God. The closer we come to our God, the closer we will come toward each other. It will no longer be about a winning and losing – about victory over the other, by destroying the other. When this hope-filled unity comes, Isaiah says, “They shall beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks; one nation shall not raise the sword against another, nor shall they train for war again.”


Each of us can find a desire in our hearts that sings, “Let us go rejoicing” to this kind of communion and peace. As Paul says, it is a time for us to “wake from sleep.” This is a season to “throw off” many things that are all about darkness and to “put on the armor of light,” to “put on the Lord Jesus Christ.”




Are we, as a country, so stuck in discouragement that we are no longer attentive to signs of hope, to graces being offered us, to any light at all? Can this Advent season be one in which we give ourselves to more opportunities for togetherness, for bridge building? Sometimes genuine healing and reconciliation in our families, our communities and in our world need serious preparation. The best way to prepare is by letting light into places of darkness.


Think about this. What nice, caring, generous things can I do that builds a bridge, without recalling a hurt or continuing my finger pointing? Is there a friend or neighbor or church community member I have recently fought with about our differing opinions about something? Could a coffee or tea together be a time to let Advent come alive by spending time saying that our relationship is more important than our differing ideas?


Advent is not about our “getting ready” to let God come to us – this season is not about saving ourselves, but recognizing God is already with us and in us. All we have to do is feel God’s presence in our hearts. This wonderful season is about recognizing our own weakness yet feeling how deeply God cares for us, even in our deepest failings. We don’t love that freely or with such depth, so we may not believe it, yet from Isaiah’s time we have been encouraged to “walk in the light of the Lord!”


As we find these ways of preparing, we can pray, with growing desire, “Come, Lord Jesus. We await your coming. Come O Lord.”

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Don't Ignore the Opportunities to Show God's Mercy

Last week 2 of my superiors from work (who happen also to be my best friends) and I were at the gas station getting the company van filled up.  I was sitting in the back seat when my boss was approached by a young man and all I heard was some casual chatter.  Then he poked his head back in the car and asked “Do either of you have any extra cash to help buy this guy some gas?”  As he asked it, he had one of those looks on his face that indicated he didn’t think the kid wanted the money for gas at all.  I got out of the car, and asked the kid what pump he was at.  Then I went inside and told the clerk to please put $15 worth of gas on my card for pump #1.  I got back in the car while I waited for our car to finish filling.  My buddies—I love them both dearly—looked at me like I was unaware of what kind of a world we live in.  Trust me; I know what kind of world we are facing in these times.  It breaks my heart.  But one of my favorite bible passages to comfort me when I feel this way is Mark 2:13-17.

When reading this Gospel, I am moved by the willingness of Levi, son of Alphaeus (also known later as Matthew), leaving his post to follow Jesus.  Jesus asked him to “Follow me,” and without hesitation, Levi got up, left his position, and followed our Savior. This to me exemplifies trusting in Jesus, our Lord and Savior, to take us on a journey to places we might not otherwise find ourselves.

However, this Gospel reading holds a much deeper message for me as a Christian.  Jesus dined with the tax collectors and the sinners, the lowliest of low, at a dinner. He made Himself available to go to supper with people who needed His love and forgiveness in a very desperate way. I have found life brings me many opportunities to be present for people who otherwise do not have a voice in the worldly conversations. Those people who are struggling to find joy and redemption in all the wrong places. God places us right where He wants us to be and the times He wants us to be there. To open a home up to people who otherwise would never receive an invitation to hear the good news of our loving Savior, Jesus Christ, is where God can and will lead us, just as Jesus led Levi.

It is so easy to not be in those special places, to ignore those who are stricken with such shame, such hopelessness that they feel lost, and continue to make the wrong decisions, only perpetuating their misery.  Jesus wants and needs to be at the center of those who daily look for some type of hope in their existence here on earth.  Just stop for a minute, pause, look around for those opportunities.  They are there right in front of our faces, we simply don’t take the time often enough to recognize the struggles and the pain.

After the young man put the gas in his car ($15 only put about 5 gallons in his tank), he came over to shake my hand and said “God Bless you, Sir!”  THAT is why I try to help those I know I can.

For those of us who have an intimate relationship with our Savior, we are blessed beyond any human understanding.  It is the Holy Spirit that lives within each of us that increases our desire to share the good news of salvation. The ultimate physician is there for all who are sick and weary, we just need to call His name. For those who don’t have this intimate spiritual relationship, we need to share this good news of the saving grace they too can receive, if they simply call out and acknowledge Jesus as their Savior.

Imagine a world of hope this would be if each of us in our own way were to stop and help those who are sick, who struggle, and who need comfort. I believe that it is God’s intention for each of us to be a beacon of light to this lost world.  God knows what we are capable of doing; He is trusting us to be His light in this world.  Stop! Look! Feel! Pray! Care! Love! Don’t ignore those opportunities. Thank God for those opportunities. Be that one person who dines with those who need to know the Good News. Be that person who spreads the message of hope and mercy that is Jesus Christ.


Do I help everyone who asks for handouts?  I try.  But I fail miserably.  I can only hope I’m doing enough.