Solemnity of the Epiphany – Cycle A

1 January 2011

Reflecting on Isaiah 60:1-6.  Matthew 2:1-12

More and more, we found ourselves searching the skies.   For the past two years we felt drawn to this particular Star, this particular Light.  It called to us, even in the daylight, and at night it drew us to Itself so intensely that one night we just set out to follow It.

Adoration of the Wise Men - Murillo (1617-1682)

Its light never dimmed, and we felt its heat and healing so strongly that we were actually pulled into It ourselves, so that we shone with a Light we’d never known we possessed.

We arrived in Jerusalem and found ourselves in the land of the Jews, those ancient people we had heard so much about.  Where is your newborn King? we asked, for we too had been longing for him.  King Herod, that violent murderer whose evil deeds had also reached us in the east, summoned us and told us to look for Him in the tiny city of Bethlehem.  Bethlehem!  The very city where their great King David was born!  Then the Star appeared and led us to the very house where we found the tiny King and his mother.

We were radiant at what we saw; our hearts were throbbing and overflowing with joy.  We offered our gifts to the King who called us from a faraway land, from our loneliness and darkness, into His own wonderful light.

We’ve been different ever since.  Our sadness, our emptiness, our addictions, our resentments, our lack of hope for the world and for ourselves―all of that melted away when we found Him whom our hearts had sought.

We didn’t return to Herod.  We went home another way.  That’s what being transformed by the Light can do for you.

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Are there places, people or things you have left behind in order to follow Him?

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7 Comments to “Solemnity of the Epiphany – Cycle A”

  1. This is my year to travel a different path. To take a different road. The one thing I know for certain is that with the star as my guide, if I am willing to follow it, there is nothing but adventure and learning ahead for me.

  2. Just like any addiction, the addiction to be a people pleaser was/is a very strong addiction for me. Trying to win the approval from the more unpleasable people. Putting them before any moral or sane code of ethics,and even before God Himself. It is something I still struggle with, I’m better at it but it still shows up now and then. Learning to not value other’s opinion of me more then my Lord’s will for me. Living for Eternity not these few minutes on earth, not buying into the New-Age thinking that truth is subjective to each person’s belief. Learning and believeing there are places called Heaven and Hell. And findind an unbelieveable comfort in knowing the stability of God. He isn’t the wishy washy Being that I once believed He was. I hope this won’t offend anyone, but I think anyone who believed as I once did will relate.

  3. Places I left behind? The Philippines upon declaration of Martial Law of 1972, my wife and I fled leaving behind 250 wedding gifts from the marriage celebration 5 months earlier. To leave a country meant leaving behind family, friends, relatives, tropical climate, ethnic food, familiar symbolic sites, one’s native tongue, one’s routine, etc., etc., but if I had not left at the instigation of the Spirit, I would never have met you and all these cyber friends on top of the other friends from Virginia, Texas, Michigan, North Carolina, Colorado, etc…… – – Cris

  4. Nestled between Isaiah’s exuberant prophecy about the glory of Jerusalem and the beloved account of the Magi, today’s second reading sits there almost unnoticed, whispering Paul’s history-changing proclamation that the Gentiles (all peoples!) share in the promise made to the people of Israel. Jesus chose Paul to shatter the notion that there can be any “outsiders” when it comes to the offer of salvation through Christ’s death and resurrection.

    How does this relate to Kathy’s question? I think what I had to leave behind was the belief that any one person or institution owns the authoritative and exclusive right to interpret the revelation of Jesus or decide who can be saved. Each of us bears the burden — and privilege — of wrestling each day with how to live the gospel. We look to the church’s teaching and traditions and prayer to help us on our journey. We reflect on the holy Word of God. We look for models of holy living. But in the end, we look in our own hearts and listen for the stirring of the Spirit to guide our choices. And paradoxically, leaving behind the notion that there is only one authoritative interpretation has brought me back to a stronger love of the beautiful Catholic tradition in which I was formed.

    Like Anne, I pray for the courage to find where the star is leading me this year, and I pray for the strength to leave behind whatever new thing that path demands.

  5. I agree with MichaelCarlos that we “listen for the stirring of the Spirit to guide our choices,” but I have to add that we need to take the responsibility to learn church teaching and scripture, so that we recognize the Spirit’s guidance. St. Paul knew that the authentic teaching comes from Jesus. Not all people or institutions teach Christ’s complete message. Groups have dropped teachings with which they disagree and formulated their own teaching, which is incomplete once they drop the teaching of Christ.

    Take care not to leave behind an authentic teaching of Christ. We wouldn’t be good disciples, if we ignored parts of the message with which we disagree; rather, we should pray and listen to the Spirit to help us understand that with which we don’t agree.

  6. I don’t think we’re disagreeing here. My comments specifically reference an informed conscience, which is founded as I said on the church’s teaching, its constitutive prayer, the saints as models of holiness, and of course the primary source of the scripture. I don’t in any way propose that a subjective/personal conviction can stand without the support of all these sources of authority.

    But still I would maintain that no human institution, not even one established by Christ, can be free from the possibility of error. The Spirit continues to perfect our understanding throughout history. It is our responsibility, both individually and corporately in the churches, to discern that revelation. For me, that communal enterprise is found in the Catholic church, but others will follow Christ where his star has led them, and Paul’s message today reminds me that we don’t get to decide who is invited to salvation or what path He has chosen for them.

  7. I never thought I would choose to do it, but I’ve left behind black and white thinking. When I was younger everything was just that, black or white. Then I began to pray that I might be able to pay attention to shades of gray and learned that there are also shades of black and white. When the slightest light enters the blackness of night, it is no longer dark. Strike a match in a windowless room and you can see.
    Living in the “shades” teaches me compassion and inclusivity. When I lived in black and white, I was “always right.” Or at least I thought I was. Now I’m able to listen and embrace. For me, it’s a way of following Jesus that I couldn’t do before. Call it growing older, maturing, contemplating the experience as Mary did, meeting the newborn King as the magi did. For me, it welcomes the message of the Epiphany. Jesus came for all people, all creation.
    Where will it lead? I don’t know, but I’m open to the newness and the surprise. I am far more willing to live in the question now rather than insist I am secure by holding on to an answer. As I type this, the word parable keeps popping up. Questions, possibilities, hopes, dreams, challenges,… There’s more and I know that Jesus leads me to it because he himself is the Light.
    So there’s more to leave behind, my prejudice, my stubbornness, my insecurity, my doubts, my shame, my disbelief, my judgments, and my anger. Those are part of my darkness and a NEW LIGHT has come.

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The Nativity of the Lord – Cycle A

25 December 2010

Did you get everything you wanted for Christmas this year?  Because I’m sure I saw more presents for you, hidden under the tree and tucked away in secret places where you can find them at just the perfect time.

Here’s one addressed to you from “Heartfelt Compassion”.  This present will open itself for you.  You’ll feel your heart break open as you feel “’with passion” the daily struggle of a relative whose addiction has already strained the bonds of love in your family.  It’s okay.  Feel that tenderness and love for your broken relative once again.  It’s Christmas for them too, with all its promises of God with us.

This next gift goes with it, so open up “Kindness” too.  This is SUCH a perfect gift for you because it will keep surprising you all year!  Watch for that thoughtful stranger who says, “I can see that you’re in a hurry and just have a few things to buy.  Jump ahead of me.”  It will show up in the surprise letter of gratitude from an old friend, or the sweet gift of taking out the trash which your spouse does every single day without saying a word.  Or maybe it will be your adult child, who calls and says, “Remember how hard I fought to get you to let me hang out with my friends when I was fourteen?  I’ve never thanked you for holding your ground and keeping me safe.”

There are lots more presents, and they all have your name on them.  They are from Emmanuel, who promises to be with you in every struggle and every joy of the coming year.  Merry Christmas.

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What is your favorite memory of God’s presence with you?

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15 Comments to “The Nativity of the Lord – Cycle A”

  1. KATHY MY FRIEND THIS IS SO WARM AND BEAUTIFUL. WHAT A GOLDEN HEART YOU HAVE. GOD BLESS YOU AND MERRY CHRISTMAS. I AM SICK AND CAN’T GO TO MASS TONIGHT OR TOMORROW AND I WAS DOWN AND THIS PICKED ME UP! LOVE YOU BIG,
    BECKY

  2. So many happy Christmas memories fill my heart tonight on Christmas Eve, but I cannot forget this: the hushed and darkened church before Midnight Mass when the choir sang those achingly familiar hymns; the bags of groceries for the food pantry piled around the nativity scene; seeing the white and gold vestments after a season of somber purple; the drowsy smiles of family and friends. And when I was old enough to pay attention to the prayers of the liturgy, my most cherished memory is waiting each year for that glorious Solemn Blessing as a sort of reward for staying awake: “When he came to us as man, the Son of God scattered the darkness of this world, and filled this holy night with his glory.” It felt so TRUE in the dark hours before dawn in that Colorado winter. Being there with my family in the parish I loved was sure proof of the nearness of God.

    And, of course, Kathy was there too with that heavenly, soaring voice that blessed the night. I will always associate her ministry — then and now — with another line from that night’s blessing: “May he fill you with joy and make you heralds of his gospel. Amen.” For surely her work on this site is nothing if not proclaiming the gospel, sharing the joy that is so alive in her.

  3. You are so correct, MichaelCarlos — I have been convinced for years that Kathy smiles in her sleep! What a great message, Kathy, and Merry Christmas! It is a gift in itself to be aware of all the “little” and even not so little kindnesses God provides for us through other people every day. I LOVED your examples. Becky, feel better soon. Sometimes, when I’m sick, I think it helps me appreciate all the times I’m NOT sick and am able to be where I want to be when I want to be there. A gift of life from God. It’s the greatest gift! Merry Christmas to all of you — the blessings on this website — who enrich my life every day.

  4. THANK YOU BREBIS, I HOPE THE ANTIBIOTICS KICK IN SOON. NOW THAT I READ THE QUESTION LET ME TRY THIS AGAIN. I LIKE MICHAEL’S REMEMBER THE BEAUTY OF THE MIDNIGHT MASS THE CHOIR LOFT FILLED WITH THE VOICES OF ANGELS, I’M SURE THEY HAD TO BE! KATHY UP FRONT THE DARK CHURCH AND THE SUDDEN HERALD OF THE NEW BORN KING, RAINING DOWN ON US. GOOSE BUMPS RAN FROM HEAD TO TOE EVER SINGLE YEAR. I WAS BLESSED TO BE IN ON THE PREPARATIONS THAT LED UP TO THOSE MOMENTS TOO, HOURS OF MAKING COPIES AT THE RECTORY AND WHATEVER I WAS ASKED TO DO JUST MADE IT MORE MEANINGFUL TO ME. FATHER WOULD ORDER PIZZA A PIECE ON THE RUN TO FUEL OUR AMBITION, PEOPLE RUNNING AND WORKING ALL CHRISTMAS EVE DAY FOR THAT MOST GRAND CELEBRATION OF THE OF GOD’S SON TAKING ON FLESH A GOD A MAN. OH YES KATHY YOU ARE IN SOME OF MY MOST WARM MEMORIES OF CHRISTMAS. AND MY FAVORITE SONG “MARY HAD A BABY” OF COURSE.

  5. UMM! THIS IS WHY I SHOULDN’T WRITE A COMMENT WHILE RUNNING A FEVER. SORRY EVERYONE!

  6. Kathy,

    Your words touched our hearts in a special way this Christmas.
    God bless you!

  7. Kathy,
    Thank you for all your reflections this past year, and ESPECIALLY the ones from the last four weeks. They just keep getting better and better. I will keep praying with each one of them individually, because they tug at a different part of my heart and encourage me to grow in different places of my life. Advent has come and gone, but we can always ask the Lord for more of His presence, and we can can always grow more to encourage Him, right?
    My favorite memory of God’s presence is once hearing a sermon about Jesus inviting Matthew to follow him, and later, eating at Matthew’s house. Something dawned on me, while I was hearing how important, even holy, in Jesus’ culture, eating with someone was. That when Jesus ate with “sinners” (which we all are), it meant something wondrous that I didn’t entirely understand. It then came to me that I could ask Jesus to eat with my son and his ex-wife, and it would help my grandson as well as them. Somehow I KNEW Jesus heard me when I asked. He WOULD eat with them together, a meal for their spirits, my grandson’s, and mine. I kept praying for it all week and longer, and thought of the table, the bread, etc. I knew Jesus was present to us. I knew the result was not mine to know, in the direct way something is known. But in the months to come, or years, I would possibly attribute something good to that with a question mark. The only thing I could know for sure is that Jesus DID HEAR my prayer and was surely answering. I don’t think I’ve been as certain about anything in my life.
    That’s my favorite memory of His presence.
    This is a belated wish for a wonderful Christmas season for Kathy and everyone who shares on the web site. Thanks to everyone for everything you write on here. I’m grateful for everyone’s thoughts and reflections, and the sharing of your hearts.

  8. Dear friends,

    I came down tonight to check on the site to make sure all of your comments had been posted, and now I find myself with a heart full of all the love that you have pointed straight in my direction.

    I began this website guessing (rightly) that the primary users would be graduates of the Denver Catholic Biblical School, who are experts at small-group sharing of the Scriptures. But I realize that the sacred liturgical feasts bring to the site those of us who share the same deathless DNA: a gut-deep love of the Prayer of the Church, the liturgical year, and the music which has owned us since our own First Noel.

    And so Becky and Gregory and Michael Carlos, my beloved friends who shared those most joyous years of my life in the 1980s at St. Rose of Lima Church in Denver, were among the many warm contributors this weekend. Thank you for your loving words to me tonight. You have placed more Kindness and Heartfelt Compassion under my tree than I can even absorb.

    And Bishop Evans! And John Dold! And Jack Loughran! And Mary Frances and Bill! And Helen and Chuck! And Vivian! And Lily! And how will I ever stop if I start re-membering?

    And thank you, every single one of the dozens of you who have reflected this year, and then taken the time to share with our hundreds of readers your own deep insights into the Scriptures we all love. Your contributions have been my Christmas presents from you every day all year.

    And thank you, wonderful Peg Williams, for creating and managing this beautiful website and making this long-held dream of mine come true every day. Peg, so many people ask me about the creative genius behind this website. Here she is, world. If you want to see her in action, go to http://www.hebconnect.com and watch how she connects people from Heritage Eagle Bend. She’s presently connecting many thousands of people in communities all over the U.S. with her chain of “connects”.

    And so, as we begin this Year of Matthew we ask ourselves if God is really with us. Here’s my answer: In every dream. In every star. In every silent night.

    Let’s keep watch together.
    Kathy

  9. Kathy,
    You have this special gift of always uncovering that which is essential.
    By doing so, you serve as a compass for us to look always to the True North.
    God bless you for being a source of grace for many of us.
    Cris

  10. Your reflections have been your Christmas gifts to me each week, Kathy; and your sunny smile that belies all the trial and sorrow that touches you; and your warmth and welcoming to all, at all times. I went to midnight mass this year with great anticipation, realizing that my advent and waiting had begun to move into the background almost as this 2010 Advent began. Christ was filling my heart, taking away the despair that had taken up residency there, and His coming was a truly physical experience. The joy of Christ’s coming again was indescribable: I am redeemed, again, just as unworthy as all the previous redemptions by the great love of Our Lord. I awoke Christmas morning full of peace and joy; and then the phone call came. My mother had died almost at the exact moment I had wakened. Sadness, yes. But, I rejoice that my mother, a woman full of life and laughter in years past, has been released from a crippled body and mind, to party again. And, she was called home in time to share in the jubilant celebration of Christ’s birth, to be able to dance again right there among all the angels and saints! Hallelujah! The gifts of friendship, love, compassion, kindness, support have been flowing into my life moment by moment these past two and a half days. And I am filled with gratitude, for God IS with me, and my mom is with me.

  11. Lee, all of the readers on this site send our warmest condolences to you on the death of your mom. How exactly perfect that she went to God on Christmas Day, and at the very same time you had wakened after a late night at Midnight Mass. Watch for miracles now as she, no longer confined by time and space, is able to intercede for you and help you. We will all watch with you.

  12. Dear Lee, my heart goes out to you at the death of your mom. I know the pain and grief of your loss and will hold you close in my heart.
    I had many gifts under the Christmas tree, blessings of health, of the joy of family and friends around my table to share a meal, sharing stories of holidays past, looking forward to a new year, many gifts of love and treasure. One of the best is the reuniting of friendship with my sister, estranged for nearly five years. Oh, the joy of the phone call a few weeks ago, the path of love and forgiveness, the looking forward to the future, a new year of the joining of our families again. The star is shining ahead for each of us. Kathy, you have shined your light on all of us, given us an opportunity to share, to continue on the path, not in the dark, but in the bright sun! I love you ~ Vivian

  13. Lee, I am sorry that you have to face this terrible grief of losing your mother. Kathy is correct, however, in that, if you pay attention, you will receive much consolation from friends AND your mother. Listen closely and never doubt the communion of saints, which is a remarkable grace from God!

  14. My heart goes out to you, Lee. Even though belief in Jesus gives us hope, it is still difficult to let go. My mom died several years ago at the beginning of December. She loved Christmas and all the decorations. While she was in the hospital, she kept asking me about my progress with decorating. Every year we put up the tree together and talked about all the ornaments, where they came from, what memories they held, how old they were. Since my mom’s death, whenever I put up the tree myself, I have a spiritual conversation with my mom.
    Years before, when my dad was sick with cancer that was not yet diagnosed, he pulled all his energy together to decorate because my mom had hurt her back and couldn’t. It was a labor of love and his last Christmas with us. I remember his courage in the midst of his physical suffering.
    A Polish tradition that is very important to me is breaking “oplatek” or the Christmas wafer on Christmas Eve. At a meatless meal with special foods, everyone gets a piece of the wafer. We go from person to person, breaking a piece of the other’s oplatek and wishing each other whatever comes from the heart. It’s an opportunity for well-wishing, giving of self, reconciliation, forgiveness and healing. Done in the midst of prayer, it always speaks to me of God’s presence. Because this has been a part of every one of my December 24th celebrations, Christmas wouldn’t feel right without this ritual.

  15. Kathy, thank you for all the wisdom that you share. I loved the idea of all those “other” kinds of gifts under the tree. I hope that you found what your heart and soul desire wrapped in beautiful paper and bows. What a different world it would be if we all engaged our kindness and compassion gifts this coming year. Blessings to you and all those you hold dear.

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Fourth Sunday of Advent – Cycle A

18 December 2010

Reflecting on Matthew 1:18-24

Do you know this old joke?

Johnny:  Mom, I get to play St. Joseph in the Christmas program!

Mom:    Go back and tell Sister you want a speaking part.

It’s true.  Joseph doesn’t utter a single word in any of the Gospels, and if it weren’t for Matthew, with his unique memory of St. Joseph’s saving role in the protection of Mary throughout her pregnancy―and  of the Mother and Child after the birth, with the dangerous flight into Egypt and eventual return― we wouldn’t know much about St. Joseph at all.

As early as the second century, writers began adding their own imaginative additions to the scant information given in the Gospels about both Mary and Joseph.

In those books we learn that Joseph was a widower with several children; hence the several occurrences of the New Testament phrase “the brothers and sisters of the Lord”.  (That’s one reason he is often drawn as an old man in Nativity scenes.)  In these stories, Mary lived in the Temple.  When she was fourteen all the unmarried men from the royal lineage of David were summoned so that her spouse could be chosen.   Calling on the prophecy from Isaiah that we heard last week―a branch shall come forth from the family of Jesse, a blossom shall bud from that tree―they all brought branches and extended them.  And sure enough!  The Holy Spirit descended on Joseph’s branch.

That’s why St. Joseph is often depicted in art as holding a branch with a blossom on the top.

Never mind that St. Jerome later said “phooey” to the stories by simply translating “brothers” as “cousins” and ending the need to create stories to line up with theology.  There’s something charming about it anyway.

Sharing God’s Word at Home:

What customs do you share about St. Joseph?

This column was written in my head while having a fascinating conversation with my friend and greatest teacher, Sr. Macrina Scott, OSF, who once again opened me up to the wideness and depth of our Catholic traditions, some of which made it into Scripture!

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12 Comments to “Fourth Sunday of Advent – Cycle A”

  1. As always…interesting. I didn’t know some of this…

    Have a wonderful, blessed Christmas.

    Steve

  2. Since only two of the Gospels have infancy narratives, it’s no wonder that we have so little information about St. Joseph. One of the customs to which I don’t subscribe is the “house seller” St. Joseph. I tried it once, and was severely admonished by my late pastor and good friend Father John D. McCormick (Father Mac), “get out there, dig up poor ol’ St. Joseph, clean him up and give him a place of honor in your home!” That was the end of that custom for me.

  3. LOL! brebis, that’s a great story. Made me laugh out loud! I can remember my mother telling me that custom. Had forgotten about it till you brought it back up. Thanks for the memory.

    Merry Christmas everyone!

  4. I really don’t know any thing other then the one Drebis shared. I was raised with a deep respect for Saint Joseph, my mom just loved him.It was from her I saw what great and heroic acts he did for us. I never thought of how by his taking Mary as his wife and by changing the course of his life and by saving their life, he let God work through him and the faith he had in God shows us that in the course of unbelievable or unlikely situations amazing things come to light. Merry Christmas!!!

  5. My wife and I buried the statue of St Joseph in trying to sell the house in Littleton to move to Dallas. When we finally sold the house, we accidentally decapitated the statue through mishandling. To this day, we stil laugh about this and ‘am sure, St Joseph is still giggling about this funny incident. – – Cris
    PS: Oh and the sequel is this: Guia tried to glue back the head and loaned the statue to another friend selling their house.

    Have a blessed Christmas, everyone!

  6. Kathy,

    Please accept my apologies for turning this into a comic conversation. I wasn’t thinking about that when I wrote my initial comment. As a convert, I just didn’t have any other customs about St. Joseph about which to write.

  7. YOU KNOW WHILE WE SHOW RESPECT FOR OUR RELIGIOUS ITEMS, WE NEED TO KEEP IN MIND THEY ARE MAN MADE AND MISHAPS DO HAPPEN. IN MY FAMILY WE HAVE BROKEN, CHIPPED AND LOST MANY TREASURED STATUES, ROSARIES AND SO ON.IT IS THIS THING WE CALL THE HUMAN CONDITION. MY GRANDMOTHER USE TO PUT A STATUE OF MARY IN THE WINDOW TO BRING GOOD WEATHER. I THINK WHAT WE ALWAYS QUESTION IS THAT FINE LINE BETWEEN FAITH AND SUPERSTITION. AND IT REALLY OKAY TO NERVOUSLY LAUGH AT THINGS WE EMBARRASSED ABOUT, IT’S A GREAT STRESS RELIEVER. SO BREBIS DON’T TAKE ON THE FEELING THAT WE AREN’T BEING UPRIGHT THIS WEEK, MAYBE WE ARE JUST CLEANSING OURSELVES OF GUILTY AND UNSURE FEELINGS.

  8. Well, the “bury a statue of St. Joseph” tradition seems to have a place with a lot of realtors, too. I’ve actually seen kits with a statue and prayers.
    When we moved to Colorado, we still hadn’t sold our house in New Jersey. A real estate lawyer completed the process for us, so Joseph is still buried out in that back yard, ready for the next sale of the house. However, 17 years ago we put a statue of him in the kitchen so that he could be honored in our new house. He’s still stands on that ledge.
    I know of a bursar (treasurer) of a religious community who always put money or fruit in front of Joseph’s statue. It was her way of reminding the saint that the sisters needed money. She was asking his help in providing the finances.
    Since Joseph is the patron of workers, I should have prayed to him for a job. It seems I could still do so in order to get a position that uses my gifts and talents, one that helps me make a decent living.
    Another tradition holds that Mary and Jesus were both at his bedside when Joseph was dying. He is the patron of a happy death. I hope to remember that in my final hours and ask him to bring his family to make that journey to heaven with me.

  9. I enjoy the image of Christ in the movie “The Passion of the Christ”, where Joseph is teaching him how to be a carpenter. That is one of two scenes that make me remember how human Christ was, that his father taught him an earthly skill and occupation!

  10. Great conversations about St. Joseph!
    I find myself praying to St. Joseph for all the foster fathers in our world who are trying to raise children with love and I ask St. Joseph to bless all men and fathers in our world. How we need models of holy men for our families today!
    Blessed Christmas to all!
    Donna

  11. As I have meditated on this week’s reflection by Kathy, I am aware of the many ways in which scripture teaches us compassion, acceptance, forgiveness and love. Joseph might not have been expected to protect Mary and Jesus considering the laws of his time. But, the Holy Spirit gave him the support he needed to do the loving thing. Jerome and others may have changed a word here and there to support their position, but the basic message always seems to come through.
    My sister and brother-in-law have been trying to sell their house in Minnesota so they could move back to Denver for five years. Poor Joseph remains on his head in the frozen tundra and the house is now off the market!
    (Being technologically challenged, this comment was accidently posted to the patience reflection this AM, and then copied and pasted to the appropriate page. Forgive the duplication!)
    Merry Christmas.

  12. I love St. Joseph! Perhaps because he is everything I’m not–silent, strong, un-judging. I remember a really powerful conversation a few years ago (I was reminded of it by clm1127’s comment about Joseph in the “Passion of the Christ”). My friend was talking about Joseph and said, “Who was it that first taught Jesus to say the Passover prayers? Where do you think he learned how to forgive the woman caught in adultery? Could it be that Joseph told the story of how he had had the option to expose Mary’s unexplainable pregnancy?” I love the idea that Jesus learned the words of Consecration at the Last Supper from Joseph and was able to send wagging tongues and hands filled with stones away because of the forgiveness and tolerance he learned from Joseph.

    On a more personal note–St. Joseph was one of the saints I asked to intercede for me to find my husband. Paul and I were married this past May 1st–the feast day of St. Joseph! He is a gift–Paul and St. Joseph! :O)

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Third Sunday of Advent – Cycle A

11 December 2010

Reflecting on James 5:7-10

It’s easy to tell someone to be patient, and so hard to actually do it.  Our children need us to watch them closely, but they also need enormous amounts of “looking the other way” as they mature and eventually find their way in the world without us.

Our aging parents need our patience.  As they deal with the greatest losses in life―loss of health, loss of memory―they need us to care for them, finding creative ways to help them recover strength and well-being in an increasingly unsettling world.

We need to be patient with ourselves, too.  Real change―changes in how we eat, how we live, how we regain strength after surgery or an illness―will surely come.  Just as the farmer awaits the yield of the soil by waiting for both the early and the late rains, we watch ourselves for the changes we work on little by little through the years.

Last spring I had an ingrown toenail removed.  The whole event took about six months.  The new nail grew in as the old nail died.  I could actually see the boundary between death and new life every time I examined my toe. We don’t see that transition as clearly in other parts of our lives until, one day, we look at someone we love and ask, “When did you get so tall?  So beautiful?  So self-assured?  When did you grow into yourself?”

Patience, people.  God is surely at work in us, giving us grace and insight as the years go by.  Watch for the changes in yourself that signal that the Lord has been near all along.

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10 Comments to “Third Sunday of Advent – Cycle A”

  1. I have learned the hard way that God really doesn’t need my help. I have learned that many times my two cents aren’t very helpful at all. See I use to be one of those people who said “if I were God,I’d” I have learned that God is in the lead, and I follow, but when I try to lead I get oh so lost! yes I learned that God guides my quite unknowingly where he can best use me. Sometimes it as simple as a smile to someone feeling very alone and invisible that has made a big difference.

  2. They say patience is a virtue. I believe patience is a gift from God, that is always waiting for us just to recognize it is there. I many times must remove the log from my eye to see the small gift of giant possibilities before me.

  3. “They will meet with joy and gladness,
    sorrow and mourning will flee.”

    That is the promise in the amazing passage from Isaiah about what will happen when our God comes to save us. But we know that God has already come in the person of Jesus to ransom us. So where is the joyfulness? The end of sorrow? Am I impatient to experience this? Absolutely. But Kathy’s reflection is a beautiful reminder that the coming about of real change happens in God’s time. Sometimes it is dramatic and sudden. But mostly it happens in the imperceptible accumulation of one decision at a time, one small effort after another to recognize grace or to be a source of grace for another. 

    The hope and courage and real love I see in THIS community is effecting a change in me, and I am so grateful for the prayers and encouragement I find here. I believe that our shared journey in this new liturgical year will be a source of that joy and gladness promised by the prophet. That I will see a change in my own heart as we reflect together on the saving Word of God and how it grows in us. That I will become more attentive to the ways I can bring about the Kingdom. I just need a bit of patience. 

  4. Some people think I’m patient but ‘am average. ‘am patient perhaps 60% of the time and impatient about 40% of the time.
    But when I think of the Hebrew people who were in Babylon
    for close to 60 years of captivity, my patience comes to nothing compared to their faith. – – Cris

  5. being a person raised in a “faithless” home, it always astounds me to realize how many of my mom’s quotes were instrumental in forming me. We didn’t go to church or pray as a family, but I am filled with a multitude of “ism’s”, one being “patience is a virtue.” Growing up that was always one of the directions from mom that stuck with me, and I repeated to my own children. But, it just doesn’t come easily. Maybe that’s why it’s a virtue: we must work at it, opening ourselves up to God, surrendering to allow him to work through us. I always believed it would become easier in aging, but I still find myself wanting to hurry things along; get well quicker, change societal structure and the systems that control lives, bring an end to war. None of these things move fast enough for me, and it’s a constant source of frustration until I remember to let go and let God. Then, the frustration subsides for a time, until the next event that triggers impatience. Having always been an activist, my first instinct is to do something to right a wrong, take the initiative to speak out, offer ideas to promote the change that I think is needed. How arrogant is that? “God, I open myself to you and trust my humanity will not distance me from your love; that the change in me will come from your presence within; that my patience with all your creation and its flaws will become more visible in this life.” Cris has made the perfect connection with the Hebrews in Babylon: our patience can only come from our faith.

  6. Becky, I think God does need your help, as He needs help from all of us. We are the hands God uses to accomplish change He wants in this world. He cannot accomplish change in this world without us, and we won’t be motivated to make any of those change without HIm. It is by our teamwork with God that the world is made a better place. We need to listen, be aware always of what He wants us to do on HIs behalf.

    Never shortchange who you are by thinking that God doesn’t need you . . . and me . . . and all who are open to HIs graces.

    Prepare ye the way!

  7. I think we need to be careful with the difference between “need” and “want”. God does not truly _need_ anything. As our all powerful, all knowing God, He can do anything. However, he does desprately _want_ us (because he loves us) to be the active part of his plan for all humanity.

    The Catechism states:
    “Of all the divine attributes, only God’s omnipotence is named in the Creed: to confess this power has great bearing on our lives. We believe that his might is universal, for God who created everything also rules everything and can do everything. God’s power is loving, for he is our Father, and mysterious, for only faith can discern it when it ‘is made perfect in weakness.'”

    I agree with brebis’ comment “We need to listen, be aware always of what He wants us to do on HIs behalf.”

  8. Hi everyone, it’s Kathy here. I keep coming back to the site this week because your contributions are so, so rich.

    I love Michael Carlos’ sentence here: But mostly (patience) happens in the imperceptible accumulation of one decision at a time, one small effort after another to recognize grace or to be a source of grace for another.

    How beautiful. I’m struck recently with the changes in our spirits which happen little by little, year by year, as we make the decisions to “recognize grace and be a source of grace for another.”

    I had an interesting experience two days ago. My nice doctor, responding to me PLEAS for a sleep aid that works for my epic insomnia, wrote me a prescription six months ago for Trazadone. When he handed me the prescription he said, “You’ve been through a lot. You deserve to have this.” I didn’t think much about that at the time.

    Fast forward to two days ago. I woke up after a nice long sleep, and I was THRILLED to realize that I had actually slept the whole night without taking the sleep aid. I had been too tired the night before to open the bottle (I know) and had fallen asleep and stayed asleep the whole night. Wow! I’m going to try it again tonight and see if I have solved my sleep problems and can get off of altogether!!

    Within a few hours I was droopy. It was seventy degrees out, Ben was home, we went for a gorgeous nine-mile bike ride. The combination of those three “graces” would normally put me over the edge with ecstasy, but by the time we got home I was teary and blue and just kind of “flu-y”.

    I went to bed at 7pm, exhausted and sad for no reason I could imagine. I took my Trazadone, and woke up yesterday feeling WONDERFUL! My cheerful spirit was totally revived, the blues of the day before had disappeared, and I had no trace of the flue symptoms of the day before.

    Hmmm….what could have caused such a dramatic difference???
    That’s right. My pharmacist-husband now confesses to me what my doctor meant when he said, “You deserve this.” Unbeknownst to me all these months of blissful sleeping (and living)later, Trazadone is a mild anti-depressant! And going one night without it had brought on the blues, tiredness and flu.

    And it had worked up in my system little by little, day by day, without my noticing that it was giving me a little boost. (I thought that finally getting great sleep every night was the sole reason why I feel so great.) But take it away for just one night, and yuck!

    So I naturally thought of that farmer who watches the soil during the early and the spring rains, and one day the shoot just begins to rise. Little by little, things change us.

    It doesn’t make me feel too comfortable, knowing that if I ever feel that I can sleep on my own I will have to painfully wean myself off Trazadone. But it does give me tremendous compassion for those who struggle with depression, and now that I’ve had one day of it I have a teeny sense of what so many great people struggle with every day.

    So I “recognize grace”—the grace of medicine that created a drug that has restored my sanity after years of insomnia, and the grace to recognize that I have been given a small glimpse of the challenges that so many brave people face every day. i resolve to be much more present and loving and understanding, and will stand in watchful hope with all the people I love who struggle with depression.

    Isn’t Advent wonderful?

    Blessings—Kathy

  9. How can you help God help you make a real change?
    A new friend by the name of Lindsay said, “That’s easy. Even God can’t drive a parked car.” Hmmm…
    As I thought about the image, I recognized that road signs suggest good ways to cooperate with God. It’s important to yield to the God who loves me. Surrendering is not always easy but I have to trust that the God who created me sustains me, nourishes me and embraces me. And when it comes to other people in my life, sometimes they may have the right of way.
    Stop signs are red so that they stand out. They remind me to pause a while, to be still and present in the moment. It’s about looking both ways and all around, and accepting more than just my own opinion. This teaches me to not live with an “either/or” but a “both/and” attitude, to be less judgmental and more inclusive. I tend to run around too fast with too many different things to do, so stopping to breathe in the power of the Holy Spirit is essential to my hearing what God has to say to me. I can get caught up in my own self-importance so “just wait a minute” is a brief refresher course in humility. Not only have I had to pause, but I’ve also had to sit at a red light and wait for the light to change to green. And in those amber moments I wonder what God is cautioning me about and what transformative power is occurring.
    I try not to drive above the speed limit, but even I lose patience and accelerate to pass the person in front of me, who might be going too slowly for my taste. I’m probably in a hurry to accomplish something. I learn how to pray for that person’s concerns, even if it’s just a quick prayer from someone who’s driving in the fast lane.
    For a while it seemed as if there were a lot of curves in my life, with uneven pavements. It’s made for some rough miles. But when I reflect on what’s happening, I realize that I am under construction. Both God and other human beings are working on me. Knowing who I am, it can take a long time.
    Here in Fort Collins, the train runs right through the middle of the city. Those railroad crossings ring a bell. Some thing bigger than I am is passing through, and if I’m not patient, I will miss the significance of the moment and of the One who is inviting me to notice. Most of the time, there are plenty of cars sitting and waiting, it’s an exercise in community building, possibility and hope (that the train really isn’t too long.)
    God and I are one, so I merge into the heart of God, even as we are unique. This God directs me and leads me to make only right turns. Sometimes, I still go the other way, because I stubbornly choose the opposite direction. Thankfully there aren’t any signs posted that say no U-turns.
    For me, there is only one way to God, and that’s being in relationship with the Holy One, who regularly fills me with premium grace. I “check my soul” through reflection on Scripture and examination of consciousness. And then, when I really am cooperating with the Spirit, I allow God to take the driver’s seat.

  10. As I have meditated on this week’s reflection by Kathy, I am aware of the many ways in which scripture teaches us compassion, acceptance, forgiveness and love. Joseph might not have been expected to protect Mary and Jesus considering the laws of his time. But, the Holy Spirit gave him the support he needed to do the loving thing. Jerome and others may have changed a word here and there to support their position, but the basic message always seems to come through.
    My sister and brother-in-law have been trying to sell their house in Minnesota so they could move back to Denver for five years. Poor Joseph remains on his head in the frozen tundra and the house is now off the market!

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Second Sunday of Advent – Cycle A

4 December 2010

Reflecting on Isaiah 11:1-10

Ah, the peaceable kingdom.  How we long for the day when the wolf shall be guest of the lamb, and the calf and the young lion browse together.  But how on earth (and in heaven) do we build it?

Peaceable Kingdom, painting Edward Hicks

I recently came across a letter from my childhood friend Gloria, written on the occasion of my mother’s death.  I’ve saved it all these years because I need to take in the comfort that her words still give me:  Kathy, you loved your mom so well. Don’t make yourself sick in the years to come agonizing that you didn’t do enough. I stand as a witness to your life, and I’m telling you that you loved her well.

And then the peace comes.  And flowing from that peace comes the grace to send similar letters to people I know who may need an extra infusion of love today.  Is there anybody in my life I can let off the hook?  Is there anyone to whom I can say, “That little thing?  Are you kidding?? Don’t even worry about it!  I totally forgot about it a million years ago.”

Is there a friend or relative whose entire DNA is completely foreign to you, whose behavior is consistently grating, whose past offenses haven’t been nearly as itemized and publicized as they should be?  Tap into the grace that is always there―the kingdom of God is within you―and see them as God does, who has been the constant witness to their life and wants to heal them today, through you.

There is no peace until we are each at peace, and it begins now.  Find someone to be extra gracious to today.  And then stand back and watch the kingdom break forth.

Sharing God’s Word at Home:

Have you ever seen someone differently when you look through God’s eyes?

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7 Comments to “Second Sunday of Advent – Cycle A”

  1. I try to stop and think of certain persons differently, drop the irritation or resentment, the lack of forgiveness…and make the effort to understand, to be kinder, to confess my selfishnes. But to see a person through God’s eyes… that seems to only come in a moment sometimes, from grace. It seems like a huge gift. The Holy Spirit visits in graced moments. I’ll see and feel so differently about a person than usual, that I’m sure it’s the Spirit, helping me with my selfishness.
    But Kathy’s message lets me know that maybe I can do more than I think I am able to do for the people around me, on every ordinary day. Instead of thinking it is me who needs to do the work to be kinder and less selfish, until the Holy Spirit visits me in flashes, I realize that God constantly wants to heal and love the people through me. God is continually present to us; opening our hearts is easier than we, as humans, make it. And it’s fun to think how abundantly I can bless those people whom I am in the habit of subtly rejecting because of remembering and focusing on how they have hurt me. I need to stop thinking of seeing people with love as an extraordinary thing, but as an ordinary thing.
    God, help this to be a real Advent for me, for those whom You want me to love, and for all of us. I want to prepare the way for You!

  2. A long time ago I was part of a parish where the pastor had some qualities that I found hard to take. It felt like we were always at loggerheads and I would allow the nonsense of our encounters to make me feel angry, “less than,” irritated, argumentative. Everything seemed to lead in this direction when it came to him. During Lent I decided that my Lenten practice would be to pray for him every day. He didn’t change, but in God’s mercy, I did. Instead of all those feelings that ate at me, I found compassion, kindness, and God’s love surrounding him. It was a different way to see and I am so grateful for what the experience taught me. I, too, can be arrogant, unkind, irritating, all those characteristics that I had assigned to him. More importantly, I can heal in the love of God overshadowing all of us.

  3. Kathy,Kathy, Kathy, Oh my dear friend you know so much about me, and the words of comfort you offer me are so meaningful. I think I’m somewhat of a split personality, sometimes I can be so underdtanding and say the right things, and there are those times when everthing that comes out of my mouth just never come out right. It’s easier to remember the times I failed to say or do the compassionate thing, because each time I’ve hurt someone I have had such a deep regretful feeling in m heart. I’ve learned that some people have the gift to practice tough love, I’m not that person. it just come off mean and nonproductive. My gift “I believe” is listening, and just sitting near by with tissues and an open ear followed up with a soft hug. Once when a very dear friend did the most unselfish thing a mother could do, she knew she was unable to take care of her 1 and 2 year old as children need to be. she gave them up for adoption. That night we sat all night at Wenchel and drank coffee, while she poured her heart out and cried I was mute and just listened.

  4. So very, very needed. Thanks for the reminder…

    Steve

  5. I think I have a little bit of Becky in me in that I come equipped with a listening ear and a handkerchief since I am not in the habit of carrying a box of tissues.
    A few years ago, I forgave someone offensive not because of my personal encounter with him but because I listened to the person he has offended. Forgiveness is contagious. – – Cris

  6. As appropriate as ever, this poem helps me keep perspective.

    God, open my eyes so I may see
    And feel Your presence close to me…
    Give me strength for my stumbling feet
    As I battle the crowd on life’s busy street,
    And widen the vision of my unseeing eyes
    So in passing faces I’ll recognize
    Not just a stranger, unloved and unknown,
    But a friend with a heart that is much like my own….
    Give me perception to make me aware
    That scattered profusely on life’s thoroughfare
    Are the best gifts of God that we daily pass by
    As we look at the world with an unseeing eye.

    by Helen Steiner Rice

  7. Seeing others through the eyes of God is impossible for me. I am too burdened by my human sight and perspective. I am too judgmental of those around me and not judgmental enough when looking inward. Please pray for me.

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First Sunday of Advent – Cycle A

27 November 2010

Reflecting on Romans 13:11-14

I once had an intense experience of darkness on a freezing Colorado night at the Trappist monastery in Snowmass, Colorado.  Retreatans are invited to walk the mile from the retreat house to the chapel for Vigils at 4:30 am.  In that entire, moonless valley, the single light was a humble bulb over the chapel door.  For those who didn’t stray from the path it must have seemed an easy journey towards the light.  But for me― lost, cold, uneasy in the dark mountains―the absence of a light to guide me seemed thoughtless and almost hostile.

I’ve never forgotten that feeling of abandonment and cold.  There were no stars, and no bright moon to illuminate the path.  My feet were numb, and I had lent my gloves to a person I had only met an hour ago.  I walked several miles alone in that valley, lost, searching the sky for the first violet of dawn.

And it came, of course.  Morning stars pulled the violets and rose from the sky.  The night had advanced, the day was at hand.  And as the morning light awakened the valley I could see it finally―that tiny light just off to my left, the light that had been there all the time, beckoning me to the warmth of the chapel.

I think about that light this Advent, and I wonder how many silent souls are out there in the cold, searching for us, but unable to find us because our light is too dim, too distant, too familiar to those who know the way and too far away for those who are lost.

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How brightly does your light shine in the darkness?

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6 Comments to “First Sunday of Advent – Cycle A”

  1. As Father read the Gospel at Mass, I focused more on the Boy Scout motto, “Be prepared,” which is closely connected with making sure my light shines brightly in the darkness. If I keep a priority of being prepared, because Jesus could return in a second, I will enlighten those around me — by my life of preparing in prayer and actions to be ready for that second coming any second. I don’t know how good a job I am doing of that . . . but I trust that God will show me the way by His Light! Then, all I have to do is pay attention and act accordingly. Pray for me.

  2. The times that I have walked in the dark my mind went into overdrive, every sound in the weeds and every barking dog would unnerve me. but that was a physical darkness, the darkness I walked in that should have shaken me to the core didn’t”until” I was out of it and back in the light of God. When I came out of my first confession, this side of that long dark night of the soul, suddenly things were no long shades of grey, truth wasn’t subjective. right was right and wrong was wrong. I had to look at the playgrounds and playmates in my life and decide what God was wanting of me. It’s not been easy, in fact it’s been hard to discern my thoughts, words and deeds on a Christian level. I think the light that God wants me to be is the light of a loving convert to my friends, who think that Christians are mean, angry judgmental people that no one wants to be. I remember and feel the things that pushed me away from the Faith, and I know that only by owning my actions and then trusting in the forgivingness of God is there true happiness. Being a happy Christian draws people to the light of God It’s not my light but God’s light that draws people to conversion. I’m just one little smiley face night light that God called on.

  3. Thanks, Becky, that is a great reflection! I believe you’re exactly right. Piety isn’t a stern or even solemn facial expression or any of the physical gestures. It truly is in showing people that being Christian is a joyful life. You made my day!

  4. I like Becky’s smiley face night light…I believe that sonmetimes in my impatience, I try to shine a glaring light which might be too much for some people..there’s light and there’s light AND there is LIGHT. – – Cris

  5. How brightly does your light shine in the darkness?
    Because of having been unemployed for six months without unemployment benefits, I’ve started working as a temp in a position that does not use my skills and talents. Instead, it is a constant challenge to understand how things flow, to pick up speed, to be accurate, etc. Things I could have done easily if I didn’t feel such desperation to work, to succeed. As a matter of fact, this has become a “lesson in humility.”
    I work with people who are more than half my age and have grown up with computers as second nature to them. I have to admire their patience as they help me over and over to “get it.” This feels like another kind of darkness and I certainly don’t “shine” when it comes to the work that I do. I feel like I just about get by.
    But this is what my friend St. Jude brought me to when I finally began to pray to him, asking for a position that would allow me to use my gifts and talents for the honor and glory of God and to make a decent living. Every day I ask God to accept what I do in his honor, because I don’t see how I’m being used in the best possible way.
    Doing ministry, spiritual direction and retreats is what I love doing and what I’m good at. As I type this, people from work are coming to mind who have told me about their spirituality without my asking, who have said that what I did made their day, who trust me with their story over lunch. Perhaps this is where I shine…in asking questions that help people know more deeply who they are. I listen with compassion and notice the little changes that take place in them.

  6. Bobbie, what a beautiful gift you share by being an attentive listener and knowing how to ask the questions that deepen another’s journey to growth and self-awareness. I will be praying that you find work where your talents and vocation can find full expression, but it looks like you already have recognized that you can make a big impact right where you are. So glad to see you joining the conversation again!

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Feast of Christ the King – Ordinary Time Cycle C

20 November 2010

Reflecting on Luke 23:35-43

We should have seen it coming from the beginning.  One year ago we rotated into Luke’s Gospel, and if we’d paid attention we would have noticed it then, right there in the second chapter.  But we were distracted by the glorious account of the angel Gabriel’s announcement to Mary, and those shepherds running up to Bethlehem to see the things that had come to pass.

Jesus, remember me

We should have seen it coming, this horrible, terrifying death on a hill.  The day he came into Jerusalem on a colt, with his followers singing hosannas, should have jolted our memories.  Peace in heaven, and glory in the highest heaven! They were singing just what the angels sang on the night of his birth!  Something destined from before all things was now unfolding before our eyes.

The King of Kings lies nailed to a cross.  He struggles, he cries, he writhes in agony.  And now we remember the prophet Simeon as he held the baby Jesus in the Temple: And Mary, a sword will pierce your heart too. Ah. We knew this was coming all along.

But now, grace enters into the heart of one crucified next to him.  The torture of the cross opens up a place that has grown hard in his heart.  In his last moments he recognizes the image of the invisible God, Christ himself, who came into the world to deliver us from darkness.  Jesus! he moans.  Remember me when you come into your kingdom!

The crucified King promises paradise to him this very day. And we who, at this distance of two thousand years, know the end of the story, wait in joyful hope at the empty tomb.

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At what times of your life have you begged Jesus to remember you?

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11 Comments to “Feast of Christ the King – Ordinary Time Cycle C”

  1. At no time in my life have I asked Jesus to remember me, because it has never occurred to me that he could forget me. I remember my friends, and I expect that Jesus remembers his, too. The prophet Isaiah tells us that God will never forget us — even if a mother could forget the child within her womb, God will never forget any one of us. We need to have the confidence that this is true.

  2. I hope I didn’t squelch a discussion with my comment . . . I am hoping that everyone is just busy with Thanksgiving preparations.

  3. No Brebis your answer great and Kathy’s reflection and question were strong and excellent too. Some like myself may be thinking how these reading made us feel. Or angain like myself theit computer wants to drive them nuts!
    I am like Brebis, it has never dawned on me that Jesus could forget me. I know that in times of stress, I ask Him ” why?” We are unlike Jesus in that we become targets on mean spirited people and don’t know why. Sometime we forget, that the human feeling of abandoment is human to human or human to God but never God to creation. I have suffer the sin of this human abandoment of God, and I was beyond lonely, the whole world could not fill me up until I went back to my Lord and God.

  4. oop! On reviewing my entery, I see I wasn’t clear. Jesus was indeed the target of mean and wicked spirited people, and He knew the truth in their hearts. He knew why, the prophets had told of all His suffering for our salvation. When we are abandoned we usually don’t know why.

  5. Brevis is right. There is no way Jesus could forget us. And yet behind every prayer is that implicit human assumption about God’s “forgetfulness”. We pray for this or that blessing, or for this or that petition, etc. – – the implication being God may be “forgetting” to accomplish “x” or “y” Are we beginning to scratch the surface of the mystery of prayer and God’s magnanimity? – – – Cris

  6. When I read the words of the criminal’s prayer, I take it as more a reflection on him than of a reflection of Christ or Christ’s ability. I think it is the man’s DESIRE to be remembered that makes this prayer powerful to me. As you all have stated, God does not forget any of us.

    I guess for me, Kathy’s question would then mean, at what times in your life have you ever desired so greatly to be remembered by Jesus that you cried out for it.

    When I think of the question with this slant, it seems that there have been many times in my life where I beg Jesus to remember me. Most of those times are when I’m feeling desperately alone, shaken either physically or mentally and most definitely spiritually. And I am always amazed at the effects of that simple prayer…Jesus remember me. And I think it’s because of Jesus’ response to the criminal…the promise of paradise that very day. Jesus not only remembers me (even before I pray the prayer) but in the praying, I’m reminded of Jesus’ promise to the criminal and to me.

    ~Kim~

  7. I agree with mamidecinco. We might well ask, “Why do I ever need to ask God for anything when He knows everything?”
    The thing of it is, God asks us to come to Him. He wants us to make the choice (free will) to reach out to him. Read Luke 11, 5-13, when Jesus talks about persistance. Part of it also reads,

    “And I tell you, ask and you will receive;
    seek and you will find;
    knock and the door will be opened to you.
    For everyone who asks, receives;
    and the one who seeks, finds;
    and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.”

    And lest we forget the story of the widow and the dishonest judge? Again, persistance in asking.

    God knows what we need, but we have to ask Him for it.

  8. Recalling also the Scripture, “Behold, I stand at the door and knock” in Rev.3:15
    Jesus is there waiting for us to open the door & invite him into our hearts.
    The times in my life with the most heartbreak and anguish, I have asked Jesus to remember me.
    Donna

  9. In answer to your question about when I have asked Jesus to remember me, I can say this past year has been it. I have said, Remember me? I am the one that has left you. At other times it’s been, Remember me cause I have a hard time staying so close. But most often it has been, Re-member me into the wholeness that is you.

    Thank you to all and especially Kathy on this Thanksgiving Day.

  10. I don’t usually beg Jesus to remember me, though the Taize chant, “Jesus, remember me, when you come into your kingdom,” is a powerful, haunting song for me. I become that person on the cross dying next to Jesus. From the depths of my being, from a space of conversion and a desire to be reconciled, I sing this song. And like that good thief, I hear, “This day, this day….” I expect the miracle of transformation to happen in my life, this day. My faith sees it in kairos not necessarily chronos.
    On the other hand, there are times that I have cried out, “God, have you forgotten me?” or “God, have you forgotten us?” It’s been in the dark night experience when I wonder where God is, when I wonder if God notices me. Perhaps in that lament of “being forgotten” my real cry is “remember me, remember that I am on this planet, remember that I am suffering.” When I ask that useless why question, I’m whining about being forgotten.
    Each time I bewail another natural catastrophe that strikes in the poorest of regions, I watch the world shudder and then reach out. “This is your world,” I moan. God must hear my howling. It’s when we reach out to each other that I know God sees and asks us to use our gifts to the fullest. That’s when I know that God is “re-membering,” putting us back together again.

  11. I can’t count the times I’ve cried out to have Jesus remember me. Life brings sorrow, difficulty, illness that can wear down the human spirit, make us feel weak and in need of a stronger anchor. Jesus is that anchor for me; while he is wholly divine, he was also wholly human and I cry out for him to understand my humanity, my weaknesses, and to provide the strength needed for the current moment. God does know my needs, but I guess I’ve always doubted he is a micro-manager, checking in each minute to steer the ship. To ask, seek and knock have served me well, since our time just doesn’t measure in God’s time, and sometimes as I wait I’m not sure he heard the first request, so I have to keep going back and asking for the patience, strength and perseverance to continue the wait. Or, the wisdom to know the answer is already present, just not the one I was hoping for. Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

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Thirty-third Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C

13 November 2010

Reflecting on Luke 21: 5-19

My friend Joanie was the first of my friends to have a baby, way back in the early 1970s.  I still remember how shocked I was that she was ignoring all the signs of the times―the recent famine in Biafra, the war in Vietnam, the oil embargo, the Palestinian terror attack at the Munich Olympics, the eruption of Mt. Etna.

In every age, bring life forward

How could she possibly think about having a family when Jesus’ prophecy about the last days was clearly being acted out on the world stage?  Wars, famines, terrorism, volcanos.  Surely things could never get worse.  Also, hadn’t she read the very same reading assignments I had at school?  The world would run out of clean water and air by the time we were in our forties.

But as the years went by, something even more shocking happened.  All of my friends started having families!  I was stunned at their hopefulness, their faith-driven optimism that God is the God of the living, and their vocation was to bring life forward.

And that’s what finally compelled me to learn how to read Scripture.  Of course.  Luke’s Gospel today is timeless, and Jesus was absolutely right.  In every age there will be all those dreadful things.  And in every age, Jesus is Lord of all who hope in him.

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In what ways do you experience a tension between faith and fear?


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6 Comments to “Thirty-third Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C”

  1. Making choices has never been easy for me, I dread the thought of making the wrong one and the impact that a wrong one will have on those I love, myself and the world. That was one way I dropped away from the Faith, I was so afraid that I start going to physics. Wow what a dreadful mistake that was. It opened the door to so many other things that tore at my belief in God.Until that wonderful voice of God said “Faith”! He asked me why I had faith in strange teachings and not in His love for me? The fact is in this life we will suffer some more then others. and there are great troubled wars and illnesses and abusiveness And through it all we can find one constant comfort “HE, THE FATHER AND Maker OF ALL THAT IS SEEN AND UNSEEN” will work the greatest miracles in the roughest of times. It’s okay to live life and enjoy it and He really doesn’t mind when we make complete and seemingly hopeless mistake. Because He is God and He has got it all under control. Becky

  2. Someone close to me was at an event last month for a family friend who is celebrating 25 years in religious life. One of the priests asked her if she goes to church, and she replied that she had walked out during a homily a couple years ago and never returned because she doesn’t want her children to be taught certain prejudices and an unthinking, legalistic morality. She was making a stand for the belief that our Catholic faith insists it is God who will judge, that each of us are called to make grown-up judgments based on an informed conscience, and that any who love God and who try to live in accordance with the values of the gospel are welcome at the table. But that brave stand has cost her inclusion in the very life of the Church. 

    And in a real way, she did it partly for my sake.  

    This is the nexus where my faith and fear meet. What if someone (me) is hesitant to approach the table unless an integral part of the self is hidden or silenced, even if conscience says I am justified? What does that say, if anything, about the gospel or the Church (or about my understanding of either)? How does a particular parish or minister mediate the all-encompassing love of the Trinity balanced against the call to daily holiness? And is it even fair to expect that they should? Add to all of this a deep and expansive love of the scriptures and of the church’s liturgy, a lived experience of the kind of parish community that can only have been instituted by the Spirit, and an irrevocable affirmation that I am Catholic to the core of my being. I guess what I’m really asking is whether I can have faith and a church. And if not, which is more important to me? I am still praying for an answer to that question, but I want to believe Kathy’s beautiful, inspired reflection: Jesus is Lord of all who hope in him. And still I will hope in him; I will hope in him who saves me.             

  3. Thanks Michael Carlos for making me reflect and pray.
    Kathy’s hope set me on the right path. Personally between faith and church, I lean more on faith because the church (in the sense of institution, hierarchy, judicial governance, etc.) can walk away from the Gospel. Example: Maciel who founded the Legionnaires of Christ proven to be corrupt and guilty of sexual abuse. What about church as the people? – – that would be another issue. Many times in my life, the resolution of an issue comes not with the mathematical evaluation of the pros and cons side of the debate – – with the bottom line crystal clearly indicating the conclusion. Many times, the process is spiritually intuitive, through the whisper of the Spirit. – – Cris

  4. “Jesus is the Lord of all who hope in him” I believe this with all my heart.
    I also have to say that I would have to lean on my faith, as Cris stated above.
    I attended the Bible Conference this summer and heard a great talk by Thomas Smith on “The God who bends to bless us” reflecting on the Gospel of John. Jesus, who loves us beyond comprehension, bends to bless. Using the story of the woman caught in adultry, Jesus bending to write in the sand. Jesus, bending to wash the feet of his disciples, (even the feet of Judas). Jesus, bending over to a charcoal fire to feed the Apostles after his resurrection. I mention this because I believe Jesus would not want us to exclude anyone from his table. He bends to heal, reconcile & restore. Michael Carlos, God Bless you, you always inspire me!
    Jesus, you are the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords and … “the Lord of all who home in him”

  5. If you have faith, there is nothing to fear.

  6. In some ways faith and fear seem like polar opposites. I keep asking myself, “Is it possible that I can feel both at the same time?” But I do sometimes. There’s a war going on inside me when I don’t want to surrender to the God who reaches out to me and says, “Come….Fall into my waiting arms. I will catch you. Have no fear. “ Sigh….And I’m afraid, even terrified.
    For me, faith is not just believing a list of creedal doctrines. Fear seems like the opposite of faith, even though one might think doubt is. Doubts can sometimes surface; questions can linger; and it’s okay. Perhaps it’s because faith is about the relationship God has with me and my response to this God who longs for me. It’s because I know God who is so patient with me that I can have faith. When I am aware of this relationship, my fear dissipates.
    When I was a child, I believed what I learned in Catholic school and at Mass. I believed what my parents and family accepted as true. But then at some point, believing the catechism answers that I had in my head or what was “beyond reason” wasn’t enough. “Who are you, God? Reveal yourself to me,” became my prayer. And when it did, God gave me glimpses of a God that we don’t always talk about. This is not a God I can put into a little box and think I know or understand. Instead, this God is wild, untamable, uncontrollable, unconquerable, unlimited, dangerous. It’s not easy knowing this God because then I have to really let go and tread where I don’t want to walk or serve. Then I’m afraid because I have to release the imaginary security I hang on to for dear life. I have to reach out and clasp the hand of God who is there like a trapeze artist waiting to catch me. This is the God who transforms me and teaches me that I am loved and cherished, not because of what I do but because God is God the Lover and God the Cherisher. Is this not scary? Is it not too much? Is it not beyond what the mind can contain? Ah, but it’s only when my soul says yes that I can be free of fear and rely on the One who is beyond my thoughts. And then I just know…. Perhaps not necessarily in my head, since I don’t always have clarity and expression for what I know, but deep in my soul where there is no room for fear.

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Thirty-second Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C

6 November 2010

Reflecting on 2 Maccabees 7:1-2, 9-14

When I was a young Catholic growing up in the warm parish community of St. Vincent de Paul in Denver, our favorite recess activity was to take our Saints Books out on the playground and horrify each other with the stories of their martyrdoms.  I think of that today as we hear that terrifying account of the torture and execution of the seven pious brothers (and their mother) by Antiochus Epiphanes IV around 170 B.C.

I used to know a lot more about how the saints died than how they lived.  Their deaths were so dramatic that I forgot to notice the faith statements of their lives.

Lately I’ve been thinking about Canada’s first canonized saint, André Bessette.  What a disappointing story.  He wasn’t devoured by Roman lions or skinned alive by Syrian emperors.  For forty years he just held the door open for people coming into Notre Dame College in Quebec.   And after his totally unremarkable death over one million people filed by his casket, weeping for this simple Holy Cross brother who lived his ordinary life with extraordinary love.

I guess that’s who  all the saints are: door openers.  Something about their lives, and sometimes their deaths, opens a door for us so we can see Jesus more clearly.  And on the day of our own deaths Jesus himself will open the door for us, for as today’s Gospel tells us, “he is not God of the dead, but of the living, for to him all are alive.”

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What saint, living or dead, opens the door for you to see Jesus?

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8 Comments to “Thirty-second Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C”

  1. For me it’s St. Francis of Assisi. No matter how often I think of his words, “Preach the Gospel at all times, if necessary use words.”, I am taken aback by both the simplicity and transformational aspects of the teaching. We can reach anyone far more completely and sincerely just by who we are and how we act than what we say. HOWEVER, the catch is, that we must act as Jesus expects us “at all times”.

  2. Oh, I laughed when I read Kathy’s rememberance of reading the Lives of the Saints in school, because we did the same thing @ St. Joseph grade school in Pueblo “my saint was beheaded” and we would wait to hear the gasps.
    One of my favorites is St. Monica, who loved her wayward son so much and prayed for his conversion for 22 years! Who would of thought he would become St. Agustine, one of the great saints and doctors of the Church? I think of her love and perseverance and I pray for her intercession for all mothers, especially those who feel their children are lost.
    I love St.Juan Diego also, who brings hope to all the poor and indigenous peoples of the world!

  3. The Saints have always somewhat baffled me. I
    I know it was their faith in our Lord that made them “Saints” But those stories use to make me uncomfortable to say the least. If we did some of things that many of them did, I’m sure the men in white coats and with butterfly nets would come after us. I use to think that there was something important that I was missing in their stories. And of course there was, they love Him more then anything on this earth, more then family and friends, more then food or comforts. I only pray that if the time ever comes I could be as strong as our future Saints that are coming out of Iraq and the areas of the Middle East. God Bless these priest that against all odds still answer the Call. So they are my modern day heros of faith and then of course my Saint is Mary Our Lady who so bravely stood by Jesus as his Passion unfolded. I have to lean on her strength so often when loved one have suffers some long horrible illness. As for me, I’m a wimp I just got pass a bad cold or flue and belly ached my way through the whole two weeks. I just can not imagine the pain that many of our Catholic heros have endured for the love of God! Becky

  4. Hi dear friends,

    Thanks so much for your AMAZING prayers for Mary Ellen Johnson, who has been diagnosed with Stage Three ovarian cancer. She has been amazingly strong and upbeat since you all started praying for her two weeks ago. May I ask you to please also pray for Wyona “Penny” Schablitsky, a member of our large readership who is suffering from both liver and pancreatic cancer? She is down to 88 pounds and is in great need of the powerful prayer of this community.

    Thanks for the wonderful, wonderful contributions.

    Kathy

  5. When I was a brand new Catholic, at the beginning of my conversion process — which continues today and will until I am no longer in this earthly body — I chose Joan of Arc as my Confirmation saint. I was obviously influenced by the Holy Spirit in this choice, as the role I’ve been given in the Church is to defend Her, especially in the mass media. In my dealings, I have adopted Joan’s motto, “I am not afraid. I was born to do this.”

    What a relief to know that I can confront the powers without being confrontational. Wow! In addition to showing us Jesus, the saints show us how to stand up for Jesus.

  6. Through the eyes of a child, my Babci, (Polish word for grandmother) was a saint. She came to live with us when I was about 4. I can still see her sitting on a rocking chair in her room facing a picture of the Madonna and Child. Her hands were always in the pocket of the cobbler apron that she wore, her fingers moving along the beads as she prayed the rosary. It seemed she was always praying. She had come from Poland and lived a poor life here during the Depression. Babci had given birth to 13 children; not all of them survived. I remember her being very quiet, but kind and gentle. There was something about her that I wanted to emulate. I think it was the serenity that poured out of her.
    Her son was my father. He also lived a hard life, working several jobs in order to make ends meet. As a child, I watched him kneel to say his morning and night prayer, wherever there was some quiet in our small apartment. If we were in the living room, he would kneel in front of a kitchen chair. If we were in the kitchen, he would go into the living room or my parents’ bedroom, which was a room through which we passed to get from one end of the house to the other. There wasn’t much quiet in that space. When he and my mom moved in 1977 to a house they built close to the Jersey shore, he planted a huge vegetable garden. Every summer morning he would wake up at 5:00 a.m. to check out what was happening in the garden. There he spent hours. Later, he told me that he prayed in the garden in the midst of the tomatoes, cucumbers, cabbage and other veggies. I learned what I had missed all my life. He was a contemplative. I don’t really know that I missed it. I just didn’t know what it was. He died of a very painful cancer, suffering with humility and trust. Even in the midst of his pain, he was generously concerned about our welfare.
    My mother was a Martha busy kind of person, working hard, always making meals stretch to accommodate guests. She sacrificed in order to share. Mom seemed to enjoy the busyness of life. Every Tuesday she would go to help the crafters prepare for the annual parish craft fair. She loved to cook. I think it was her style of self-expression and a way to offer back to God the best of her talents. She crocheted so many afghans, always as gifts to share with those who wanted or needed what she had to offer. As an adult I lived with her for 14 years before she died. There I discovered her contemplative nature. I often came home from work to find her sitting in her recliner, her rosary wrapped around her fingers or her prayer book open to a favorite page. Other times she would be ripping out a line of crocheting. She had made a mistake during her nap dream. I watched her faith, different from mine, and learned what it means to be silent, to allow other people to choose, to accept what God gives, and to let go into God. She loved angels and I have no doubt that she is sitting in the midst of them, praising God.

  7. I like saints who are alive today, and living around us, and joyful, and laughing wholeheartedly, modeling Christ living in us and pouring out of us. For me the saint that opens the door for me to see Jesus is Lucille Dupuis. Lucille is the Foundress of Our Lady of Tenderness Poustinia, in Estes Park, CO. She offers a cabin for quiet reflective prayer, on bread and water, on top of a mountain. Her phone numer is 970-577-1383. I found that, yes, Jesus was truely the host, when I spent time at the poustinia cabin that Lucille makes available for those who seek Jesus in a deeper way.

  8. I will pray for Penny Scheblistsky, my little way of opening a little door. – – – Cris

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Thirty-first Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C

30 October 2010

Reflecting on Luke 19:1-10

Oh, Zaccheus.  We really get you.  Short in stature and huge of heart, you couldn’t hear or see through the crowd.  The Jesus whom you longed to know was here!  Right here in Jericho!  So you climbed straight up that sycamore in order to see him whom your heart already loved.  Your story inspires us still, and so we have the courage to pray:

From The Life of Jesus in Nazareth, 1908

Find us, Jesus, as we rise and pray our Morning Offering, as we care for children and parents, as we strap on our sneakers and go to the gym, as we give everything we have to our jobs and our families, as we make our examen before falling asleep.  Find us, Jesus, as we hear the baby cry and leave our warm beds, as we stand firm against the strong wills of our unformed teenagers, as we look at the same photo album a thousand times with our parents who suffer from Alzheimer’s.

Find us, Jesus, as we navigate the path back to peace after an argument, insight after a humbling experience, faith after a time of doubt.  Find us, Jesus, as we process together to receive you in the Eucharist, then to see you at every table throughout the week.

Find us today, Jesus.  See us in that sycamore.  Call us by our name.  Invite yourself to our house for dinner tonight.  Please, Jesus.   AMEN.

We are gifted with a question at the ground of our being. And even in the worst of times, we climb trees to find out what the answer might be.  (John Kavanaugh, S.J.)

My dear friends Mary Frances and Bill Jaster inspired this column.

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In what ways do you seek Jesus?

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12 Comments to “Thirty-first Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C”

  1. Wow…exactly. We just want to see and be seen. Love the quote from Fr. Kavanaugh (a wonderful St. Louisan!)who spoke at my high school graduation 33 years go, when, of course, I wasn’t paying the least bit of attention to him! Youth is wasted on the young, as someone once said!

    Steve

  2. I try to see Jesus in the people around me, and, boy, sometimes it’s difficult. I’m betting that they also have a tough time finding Jesus in me!

    I’ve tried thinking about my actions in a way that makes me more conscious. For example, would I get angry with another driver, if I knew that driver was Jesus? So, I try to remember that everyone is part of the body of Christ — when I am good at remembering that, I treat them with love and compassion.

  3. I have fond memories of Mary Frances and Bill Jaster. They have been Christ to me. – – Cris

  4. Thank you Brebis for the great idea of seeing Jesus in other drivers. I will try that out this week.

  5. I love this story of Zaccheus, but not because of his longing for Jesus… I love how Jesus pursues Zaccheus, wanting to be part of his life and to share a meal in his home. Zaccheus, as a tax collector, was a despised member of society and yet Jesus pursued him. How reassuring to know that when we’re at our worst, in the midst of great sin and shame and suffering, Jesus will seek us out. “Find us Jesus…” What a lovely way to pray ~

  6. Jesus stopped under the tree and said, “Zaccheus, COME DOWN QUICKLY, for today, I MUST stay at your house.” In the sermon I heard on Sunday, the word “must” was emphasized. Jesus was compelled to call Zaccheus down, with the words from Wisdom in mind: “O Lord and lover of souls.”
    But I believe Zaccheus was likable, even without the description in Wisdom about God’s love: “But you spare all things because they are yours…” The short man who scrambled down when called and looked up into Jesus’ eyes can’t help but make me smile!
    I remember people who enriched my life, who were just irresistably likable, even though their faults were also evident. I was graced to know a lot of different people when I was younger, and had a chance to be working or studying in groups. Now life is more compartmentalized. I meet people at predictable times and in predictable places. That doesn’t tend to encourage the kind of out of the ordinary meetings of people like Zaccheus.
    The question was, “where do you seek Jesus?” It has to be in church, in scripture, and prayer time. But the column entries this week inspired me on being ready to find Jesus anywhere. And the prayer, Kathy, spoke so much of the sacredness of everyday life…of course Jesus can be found in so many places throughout a day. A prayer in the heart can be held all the time, instead of only at a “certain” time or place.
    Thanks everybody.

  7. Brebis
    I have an update for you. The Jesus I saw driving in front of me needs remedial driver’s ed! 🙂

  8. Good laugh, Eileen! Maybe he was confounded by all the gadgets that weren’t on the donkeys in his day . . .

    I don’t always succeed in seeing Jesus in everyone around me, but when I am successful, it feels awfully good!

  9. Because of being “between jobs,” I find myself in places that I would not have been if I were employed. When I worked for the church, it was “easy” to recognize the person who walked through the door as another Christ. This was a part of my ministry. Now, with a different consciousness, I look at some of the people who are touching my life in a way that is colored by the “freedom of no strings attached.” They are Jesus ministering to me.
    There’s the ever so patient man at the Salvation Army, (from whom I’ve learned so much), who volunteers his time to equip people with computer skills. I see Jesus in his willingness to use his gifts to help people grow beyond themselves. Then there are the people who show up at the very same place where classes are held, so that they can have breakfast, lunch and a warm place to sit. They carry a lot with them; not only their belongings, but also the weight of this being “home.” In some ways they are itinerant preachers from whom I learn humility and solidarity. At the hospital where I volunteer, the sick and the wounded come in a steady stream. They wear masks to protect everyone else from their illness. In the health care workers who tend them with careful skill and hopeful words, I’ve come to know the Jesus who walked among the lepers, the people with contagious diseases. My volunteer position is to smile, greet people and give directions to where they want to go. The lame and the bleeding, the mothers with crying children, the people who tell me their most intimate situations, teach me to recognize the Jesus who took risks to share with us who He is. And then there are my friends who raise my morale when I receive another rejection after spending a lot of time on tailoring my resume and my application. They are the Christ who pray for me, send me a card, sit with me during a melt down, and remind me that God has something in store for me. If only I could recognize the plan and the Planner.
    So, I continue to seek Jesus in the people who unexpectedly come my way in the midst of these circumstances. I seek Him by being open to the everyday miracle that He offers me. I seek Him in God’s Story, in the way people share their lives with me, in the circumstances of my own life, no matter how difficult. I try to pay attention and live my life with intention, knowing that while I am seeking Jesus, He is definitely seeking me.
    Mike and Betsy, that work “must” throws a whole new light on things.

  10. Sometimes we think we are in places by accident, not realizing that we are where we need to be right at this time in our lives. We are here to touch one another with the hands of Jesus.
    I believe Bobbie you are where you need to be this time in your life. You are finding Jesus in others and they in you!
    I pray you will find a job, and you have been so enriched by the people you’ve met and helped during this “between” time.
    Just when I thought I was going to “retire” and take a part-time job, I meet a young brain injured man, who has shown me Jesus everyday! He always has a smile on his face and volunteers at food banks twice a week. Does he know that he does more for me than I do for him?
    Jesus, call me down from that sycamore tree, you’re not done with me yet!

  11. All beautiful thoughts and words. This poem by Hellen Steiner Rice always helps me get in the right state of mind.

    God, open my eyes so I may see
    And feel Your presence close to me…
    Give me strength for my stumbling feet
    As I battle the crowd on life’s busy street,
    And widen the vision of my unseeing eyes
    So in passing faces I’ll recognize
    Not just a stranger, unloved and unknown,
    But a friend with a heart that is much like my own….
    Give me perception to make me aware
    That scattered profusely on life’s thoroughfare
    Are the best gifts of God that we daily pass by
    As we look at the world with an unseeing eye.

  12. Thanks, Donna. I collect words of encouragement the way I used to gather shells on the seashore. They are treasured in my heart and brought out on rainy days.

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