Monday, March 30, 2015

Carrying Crosses

The Fifth Station: Unison by Sieger Köder
                I can’t believe it’s already Holy Week.  Just yesterday I realized that I hadn't practiced the Exsultet yet – the eight minute chant proclaimed by a deacon at the Easter Vigil to announce the Resurrection.  I usually practice for weeks beforehand, so you may want to bring earplugs to the Easter Vigil.  Generally speaking, a quick Lent is a good thing for me:  I’m really not into the whole fasting thing.  But this year, Lent went by quickly for me largely because I was distracted by so many goings on, some not so good.  If I learned anything this Lent it’s that we’re all carrying crosses. 

It really hit me that Holy Week was upon us when I was assisting at Palm Sunday Mass yesterday.  Catholics also call Palm Sunday “Passion Sunday” because our readings feature the communal proclamation of the Passion of the Lord.  I was especially moved yesterday by the passage where Simon of Cyrene is pressed into service to help Jesus carry his cross to Calvary.  It made me think of all of the people who've helped carry my family’s crosses, especially in recent weeks.  The outpouring of prayers, food, offers of rides and childcare following my wife’s knee injury has been nothing short of overwhelming and incredibly touching.  We always knew we were blessed.  Now we know how really blessed we are.

I also thought of the people who've asked me to help carry their crosses.  It’s a special privilege of ministry to be able to help people in their most difficult times through prayer, counseling and sometimes just our presence.  I’ll confess that when I was first ordained I was terrified of this aspect of ministry, and I avoided it all costs.  I’m not a touchy-feely kind of guy, so I was afraid that I’d do more harm than good.  But the Hound of Heaven kept nipping at my heels, and I finally had no choice – someone needed me in a dark moment of his life, and I couldn't say no.  He wasn't a touch-feely kind of guy either, so we were perfect for each other.  I can’t tell you what a blessing he was (and is) to me.  In fact, every single person who invited me to help carry a cross has been a great blessing in my life in his or her unique way.


We all need help, and we all need to help each other.  Allowing others to help us carry our crosses and helping others carry their crosses is what life is all about.  These acts of love may mean that we have to swallow a little pride and maybe even step out of our comfort zones every once in a while.  But in the end, we’re always blessed with the gift of service – both on the giving end and on the receiving end.  Carrying crosses is what Holy Week is all about.  So this Holy Week, I’m devoting my prayers to all of the Simons in my life and to all who have invited me to be Simon in their lives.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

An Irish Blessing

I've always wanted to try my hand at an Irish Blessing, so here’s one in honor of my Irish grandmother, Anna:

May your worries be few and your joys abound;
May your eyes always see the angels around;
May you always be known for what you have given;
And may your last day on earth be your first day in heaven.
Amen

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!

Sunday, March 15, 2015

I Resemble that Remark

                I just read that at a religious education conference in Los Angeles yesterday, a prominent Vatican beat reporter referred to bloggers as “losers, drunks and fanatics, wholly deficient in centrist sensibilities.”  I have to say, I've never been so flattered in all my life.  I’d like to say that I resemble that remark, if I thought I could get away with it.

                You see, I've always considered myself pretty boring, and those that know me well have assured me of that on countless occasions.  I’m pretty comfortable in my own skin though, so I don’t mind being boring – no need to post comforting comments telling me that I’m not boring:  I’m OK with it, and I’m not on a fishing expedition for compliments.  That said, while I’ll leave the judgment to others as to whether I’m a loser (no comments please), and I don’t think I’m a drunk (please do comment if you think I am, as I must be in denial), I was kind of excited to be lumped into the category of fanatics who lack centrist sensibilities just for writing a blog.  Little did I know that I was such a radical.

                   Obviously, there are two possibilities for what’s going on here.  Either I completely lack any hint of self-awareness, or this reporter had a bad day and made a broad generalization about bloggers that doesn't hold true for all.  Heaven forfend!  As for the first possibility, while I may not be as boring as I think, I’m pretty sure that I’m not a fanatic because I don’t generate the visceral comments that the more fanatical among us bloggers invite.  For the same reason, I don’t think I’m wholly deficient in centrist sensibilities.  I’ll add that I try hard to express centrist views in my blog in an effort to avoid offending people and to avoid generating the visceral comments that the less centrist among us bloggers invite.   
  
                So, much to my chagrin, I think the reporter must have just had a bad day and made a broad generalization about bloggers that doesn't hold true for all.  I’m pretty sure he thinks so too since he has apologized for his comment.  That’s good enough for me, even though it means that I may not be even a little less boring than I thought I was.  As I mentioned, this reporter is prominent and I’ll add well-respected.  I read his columns regularly and appreciate his reporting.  We all have bad days, and it’s pretty easy to make broad generalizations that don’t hold true for everyone.  All is forgiven, even if it means that I don’t resemble that remark.   

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Facing the Truth

Christ and the Woman of Samaria,
by Giovanni Lanfranco, c. 1625-8
          There comes a time when every person confronts a life-altering question:  Does God really see everything we do?  The answer to that question can have real consequences on the way we live our lives, a fact that seems to dawn on us at a pretty young age.  I remember asking my parents that question when I was about 5-years old.  My girls sheepishly asked me that question at around the same age, and I remember clearly that neither I nor they were very happy with the answer.  That’s because as Catholics, we believe that the answer to that question is “yes,” which means that we’re accountable to God for all that we do.  Standing before God, we can’t hide behind anonymity or even plausible deniability.  Standing before God, we can’t avoid facing the truth.  The Woman at the Well learned that lesson in today’s Gospel. 

In our Gospel passage, chosen especially for our RCIA candidates as we celebrate the First Scrutiny, a Samaritan woman meets Jesus at Jacob’s well, where he offers her living water, the gift of eternal life.  Her initial response is somewhat incredulous and surly.  But as soon as Jesus confronts her with her questionable history, as soon as she sees and acknowledges who she really is, her tone change because she begins to see Jesus for who he really is.  Once she faces the truth figuratively, she faces the truth literally.  Then, and only then, is she ready to receive Jesus’ gift of living water.  And so it is with us.

          In his classic Bible commentary, William Barclay wrote that “[there] are two revelations in Christianity:  the revelation of God and the revelation of ourselves.  We never really see ourselves until we see ourselves in the presence of Christ.”[1]  Facing the truth can be a humbling experience.  The light of Christ not only illumines our paths; it also reveals who we really are, warts and all.  “There are no wrappings or disguises [that] are protections against the gaze of Christ.  It is his power to see into the depths of the human heart.”[2]  In some aspects of our lives, Jesus’ soul-searching gaze may seem embarrassing or even painful.  But Jesus doesn't only see the wrong we've done; he also sees all the good things we've done.  He understands our true motives, our hopes, our fears and our weaknesses.  Better yet, he sees our potential for the great things we can achieve, offering us forgiveness for our sins, and the opportunity to live holier and happier lives.  Jesus always accepts us for who we really are, and then, he offers to make us even better – he offers us his living water.

          But to receive the living water, we have face the truth, and facing the truth starts with knowing the truth.  We live in a time when fewer and fewer people accept that there’s such a thing as universal truth.  This phenomenon is known as moral relativism:  the belief that what may be the truth for me, may not be the truth for you.  Speaking from my own experience, I seem to plunge head-first into moral relativism when what I want to do is inconsistent with the Truth.  Truth becomes relative for me whenever the universal truth challenges me.  Faced with the truth or, more accurately, faced with being in the wrong in light of the truth, I grumble and complain against God like the Israelites did at Meribah and Massah in our first reading.  Worse yet, I deny God’s universal truth and justify my actions by adjusting the truth to fit my wants and needs.  This act of moral manipulation doesn't make my actions right; it just makes them more convenient.  It’s easier to run away from the truth than to face it. 

So one of the most important lessons I learned in diaconal formation was that, like the Woman at the Well, I had to face the truth.  Faced day after day, lesson after lesson with the Truth of Christ, I slowly began to see who I really am – the good and the bad.  I learned that “although no one will ever grasp the truth in its entirety, it is total truth that we should aim at, not the snatching at fragments which happen to suit ourselves and our own position.”[3]  I learned that I can’t achieve a holier, happier life alone.  I have to face the truth of my weaknesses and turn to Christ for his saving help.  I learned that “[w]e sinners can always find hope, we who flee furiously from God can never run fast enough finally to get away.”[4]  I learned that this hope does not disappoint because “God’s love for us is unconditional, and the greatest witness of this is Christ’s death for our sins in order to redeem us, though we are unworthy and undeserving of his mercy.”[5]  I learned that the living water is always available to us if we’re willing to face the truth. 

So where do we find the truth?  In scripture, in the teachings of the Church and, most importantly, in the well-springs of our hearts – our consciences.  “[Our] conscience is [our] most secret core and [our] sanctuary.  There [we] are alone with God whose voice echoes in [our] depths.”[6]  God speaks to us in our conscience to help us discern right from wrong, to inspire us always to live in truth and to help us choose the lesser of evils when faced with nothing but bad choices.  Our conscience always leads us to the living water.  We just have to listen to it.  As today’s Psalm so beautifully pleads, “If today you hear his voice, harden not your hearts.”[7]  

          Did I mention that God sees everything we do?  Now, some of us may not mind so much, being that we freely advertise to the world what we ate for breakfast, what level we've achieved on Candy Crush, and how much we hate the snow.  But it’s probably safe to say that we've all done things that we don’t want posted on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram.  Be that as it may, we can’t hide from God, and that fact has real consequences on the way we live our lives.  We can deny the truth and live in fear, shame and denial, or we can accept the truth, as challenging as it may be, and strive for a holier and happier life.  The gift of the living water, the fountain of eternal peace and happiness, is waiting to quench our thirst.  But before we can drink, we have to meet Jesus at the well and face the truth.   




[1] William Barclay, The Gospel of John, vol. 1 (Louisville, Westminster John Knox Press, 2001) at 182.
[2] Barclay at 190.
[3] Barclay at 182.
[4] Robert Barron, Thomas Aquinas:  Spiritual Master (New York, Crossroad Publishing, 2008) at 92.
[5] The Didache Bible, Romans 5:6-11, note (San Francisco, Ignatius Press, 2014) at 1516.
[6] Catechism of the Catholic Church at 1776.
[7] Psalm 95.