Thirty-third Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C

13 November 2010
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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. beckyNovember 13, 2010 at 9:26 pm

    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. MichaelCarlosNovember 14, 2010 at 2:18 am

    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. CrisNovember 15, 2010 at 3:07 pm

    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. DonnaNovember 15, 2010 at 5:28 pm

    “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. brebis galeuseNovember 18, 2010 at 3:25 pm

    If you have faith, there is nothing to fear.

  6. BobbieNovember 22, 2010 at 5:29 am

    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
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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. ChrisNovember 6, 2010 at 10:01 pm

    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. DonnaNovember 6, 2010 at 11:34 pm

    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. beckyNovember 7, 2010 at 10:39 pm

    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. adminkNovember 8, 2010 at 9:08 pm

    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. brebis galeuseNovember 9, 2010 at 3:59 pm

    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. BobbieNovember 11, 2010 at 6:12 am

    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. Gloria A. VarelaNovember 11, 2010 at 1:55 pm

    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. CrisNovember 11, 2010 at 3:59 pm

    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
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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. Steve GivensNovember 1, 2010 at 5:05 pm

    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. brebis galeuseNovember 1, 2010 at 5:42 pm

    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. CrisNovember 1, 2010 at 9:40 pm

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

  4. eileenNovember 2, 2010 at 12:32 am

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

  5. KarenNovember 2, 2010 at 4:23 am

    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. mikeandbetsyNovember 3, 2010 at 5:07 pm

    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. eileenNovember 4, 2010 at 12:27 am

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

  8. brebis galeuseNovember 4, 2010 at 1:03 pm

    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. BobbieNovember 4, 2010 at 9:12 pm

    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. DonnaNovember 5, 2010 at 3:12 am

    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. ChrisNovember 5, 2010 at 4:58 am

    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. BobbieNovember 11, 2010 at 6:15 am

    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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Thirtieth Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C

23 October 2010
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Reflecting on 2 Tm 4:6-8, 16-18

It’s frustrating not to know more about the world of Jesus and St. Paul.  But there is a clue in the second reading today, an actual insider’s joke from St. Paul (or one of his disciples) to the church headed by Timothy in Ephesus.

Nero's Olympics

“I have competed well, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.  And from now on, the crown of righteousness awaits me.”  Hmm.  Why does he use the image of an athlete competing in a race, finishing it and wearing the crown?  Could it be that Paul, from his chains, is sending along a little joke about the crazy man on the throne, the dreaded Emperor Nero, the one who would be his executioner?  I think so.

By the time this letter was written the whole Roman Empire was laughing at Nero because, at the Olympics in the year 67, he actually bribed the judges to let him compete.  He entered himself in six races and, guess what, won every one of them (no competitors allowed). And when he fell off his chariot in the race against himself, he still won and got to wear the victor’s wreath and process around the stadium to thunderous applause-on-demand.

Thanks, St. Paul.  All these millennia later, we still get the message.  Unlike Nero, we’ll run the real race and we’ll finish it.  We’ll keep the faith.  And at the finish line, with our last breaths, we will reach for Him who has forgiven us.  And the heavens will rejoice that another set of sinners has been lifted onto the Winner’s Podium, to be crowned on high with eternal life in Christ Jesus.

Special thanks to my friend Thomas Smith for the background information given in this column.

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How do you feel you are doing in “running the race” of faithfulness to your baptismal vows?

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18 Comments to “Thirtieth Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C”

  1. brebis galeuseOctober 23, 2010 at 12:43 pm

    Like Nero, I run this race all alone. Even when I plod, I still make some progress. When I fall, as long as I accept the grace to pick myself up again, I win and will get to wear the victor’s wreath. God is good.

  2. leehemmingerOctober 24, 2010 at 6:29 pm

    the word in this writing by Paul that has always stopped me cold is “rightousness”, simply because of my own interpretation of its meaning. Rightousness isn’t something I’ve had as a goal for my life, and have had to make a conscious effort to reduce its presence. The irony of today’s readings is that Luke’s Gospel suggests a different meaning for rightousness than explained in Paul’s writing. I hope that in the end, at the completion line, I will have competed well and kept the faith; but, I guess my own wish is that the crown will be one of forgiveness and mercy, rather than rightousness. Will I have been always faithful to my baptismal vows? Good question: what were those vows? If that was to love the Lord my God with my whole heart, mind and soul, and to love others as myself, I think God would say I’ve done that, even during the dark nights. We are called to holiness, community, mission and ministry, and my own belief is that each of these calls is accomplished by imitating Christ in our lives as much as humanly possible, while offering repentance for our failures. But, there are other things I’m not so sure of. Have I accepted everything handed down through tradition as Gospel truth? Or, some of the exclusionary laws established by man? Not so much. So, I place my soul in God’s hands and trust always in his/her love, grace and mercy.

  3. eileenOctober 25, 2010 at 2:43 am

    I was in 2nd grade and I was nervous standing in the crowd of unfamiliar faces at the annual skating meet for Catholic schools. I had practiced hard and was sure of a win. I saw the starting line in the big oval and took my place. The gun went off and my little legs were shushing. Shush, shush they went as I flew on the skates. But when I looked up everyone was a mile ahead of me. That’s when I realized that I was in the race with the 5th graders! To this day I remember only two other things. One, I was not going to quit and two, how wonderful my mother’s arms were at the finish line.

  4. Jen RadosevichOctober 25, 2010 at 1:15 pm

    Every time I hear this section of Paul’s letter to Timothy, I am reminded of my graduation from Catholic Biblical School–how we sang this song after Communion and how it was so full of meaning–everyone was moved. It wasn’t just that we had finished, but that we had finished well–celebrating “victories” with Jane, Kathy, Jennifer, so many things . . . It also holds, what I feel like, was a special message just for “our group” at Peg’s funeral this spring.

    I was a little surprised by your reflections, Kathy . . . Paul poking fun at Nero? But, I have to say, the more I think about it, the more I love it. I love the idea that we’ve missed something of an ‘inside’ joke–after all, we are only getting one side of the letter writing. How good is God, that even in the absurd–as Nero surely was–God can reveal His goodness and love?

    I have to say too, on a little bit of a personal note, I love that Peg was in on the joke before me. I loved that you help me to be surprised and challenged by scripture that is so familiar. It only serves to make it that much more comforting. Thanks!

  5. ChrisOctober 26, 2010 at 2:51 am

    I always envision Paul breathing hard as I read this … “I have competed well” – breathe – “I have finished the race” – breathe – “I have kept the faith.” – breathe. The last phrase is the one that gets me, that challenges me, “I have kept the faith”. It is the key to it all, our willingness to keep coming back, to get up when we fall down, to fight back the darkness, to just pray.

    I pray we all keep the faith of our baptismal vows and that we have the courage to lean on our God when we are weak.

  6. ChrisOctober 26, 2010 at 2:53 am

    BTW, thanks Kathy for this web site and helping us to all think a little deeper about our faith.

  7. leehemmingerOctober 26, 2010 at 4:20 pm

    Brebis – I hope you don’t always feel that you run this race alone; allow those of us here to accompany you, and lift you up when you need it.

  8. CrisOctober 26, 2010 at 6:17 pm

    I just want to thank everyone for stimulating my mind and heart regarding the scriptures. At the moment I am poised to give the final reflection tonight here at St Thomas More Lynchburg where I have been conducting the parish mission.
    Thank you all for your prayers and for sharing your experiences of the sacred. They have all been very helpful in my preparation. Gratefully- – Cris

  9. MichaelCarlosOctober 27, 2010 at 2:06 am

    I love Kathy’s suspicion that there is an insider’s joke in this week’s epistle. I wonder how many people noticed there is an interesting rhetorical trick played on readers in the gospel.

    Notice the opening line: “He then addressed this parable to those who were convinced of their own righteousness and despised everyone else.” First of all, it’s INCREDIBLY rare for the evangelists to intrude on the gospel in this way by introducing an explanation that is clearly editorializing. This is not one of the tricky parables: it’s clear at the end which attitude of prayer is preferred in God’s eyes. So why introduce the story this way? If you pay attention, the moment you hear that this parable is aimed at the self-righteous, what is your instinctive response? That’s right: “He’s certainly not talking about ME!” The evangelist sets us up to choose a side, so we naturally assume we’re one of the good guys, and we are sure the message is for someone else. But that’s the joke: it’s precisely this same attitude that is condemned in the parable. It’s a real dilemma, and at the heart of our call to live as witnesses to the gospel and at the same time to humbly acknowledge our need for grace and forgiveness where we are struggling or weak.

    Each week, I read the rich reflections on this site that are composed with such intimate, poetic power. There is a real humility in these personal stories, and a clear reluctance to fall into pride. But I hope that everyone who has had the courage and generosity to share your thoughts knows how brightly your faith shines, how your witness is a light to others who share this journey with you. Thank you for articulating the grace you encounter and the struggles you face as the Word stirs in us each week. You are a gift!

  10. brebis galeuseOctober 27, 2010 at 2:17 pm

    Lee, I didn’t mean to imply that I don’t get any help in running the race. What I meant to convey is that my salvation is my responsibility. God is holding eternal life for me, and I need to accept it. Of course, others are helpful by example and compassion, but only I can accept God’s grace for me. Therefore, I ultimately run the race alone.

    And, MichaelCarlos, whenever I hear these readings, my reaction is to pull a dagger out of my heart, knowing that I am one of those to whom it is addressed. I end up in an examination of conscience that’s wholly embarrassing, because I am self-righteous. I do think that I hold to Christ’s teachings better than others. It’s my pride that makes me believe that he is pointing a finger at me . . . and me alone. While I don’t actually pray in thanksgiving for being unlike the sinners, neither do I pray, “Lord forgive me for I am a sinner.”

  11. Gloria A. VarelaOctober 27, 2010 at 6:22 pm

    Running the race seemed easier when I was younger. As an older woman I see the finish line from a different perspective. It isn’t just “a race”, anymore. It is now life. How am I called to finish my life? by Doing? or, by learning to Be in life in a different way? I am starting to read Joan Chittister’s book THE GIFT OF YEARS. I pray that I will learn how to walk (instead of run) the race, to be more gentle with myself, and, in so doing, that I will enjoy my surroundings more fully.

  12. CrisOctober 27, 2010 at 7:19 pm

    Thanks for your very calming input, Gloria. The race and the competition are seductive. Worse, even frenetic. Thanks for helping me focus on be-ing. – – Cris

  13. DonnaOctober 28, 2010 at 2:38 am

    What great discussions this week!
    Thank you Kathy and Thomas for the background on Nero, all these years reading this scripture and I never knew!
    Thinking about the question of running the race,and keeping my Baptismal promises.. I know that throughout my life I have stumbled in this “race” and sometimes I find myself crawling but by the grace of God I keep on going.
    I, like Michael Carlos, always find myself intrigued by this Gospel message, and he said it so well..”to humbly acknowledge our need for grace and forgiveness” Amen!
    This reminds me of one of my favorite scripture verses in Micah, “to do justice, and to love kindness, and walk humbly with your God”
    I plan on reading the book that Gloria mentions, and recommend a great book that I just finished that has enriched my own prayer life, entitled “The Jesuit Guide to almost everything” by James Martin, S.J.
    God Bless!

  14. leehemmingerOctober 28, 2010 at 6:56 pm

    Gloria, thanks for your great input. Being in my later years, it is still a mystery how to BE…there is still so much to be DONE, and sometimes I feel called to DO something about it. And, economic reasons dictate that I still must work, so it seems there is just not enought time to simply BE as often as I would like.
    @Brebis…we do ultimately run the race alone, don’t we? I hadn’t thought about it in your perspective. But, with God’s wonderful grace and love, we’ll make it to the end.

  15. adminkOctober 29, 2010 at 5:26 pm

    Hi everybody,

    What a wonderful week you all provided for the hundreds of readers on this site. The contributions are all so thoughtful and rich. People tell me all the time how much they enjoy reading the conversations.

    Jen, how great to hear from you again. Yes, I heard from many of the members of that great graduation class this week. We all hold this scripture from 2 Timothy so close to our hearts because it was the signature scripture of your class. We had all fought hard to finish the race, and the closeness of your class is one of the great fruits of that struggle.

    As we near All Saints and All Souls Day, may I ask you all to remember the two members of that class who sang the beautiful song that goes with that text with all their classmates that day? Jen Baxley and Peg Howlin have finished their race. O resurrected Christ, bring them into the fullness of light and life with you.

    And may I ask one more favor? I’ve been to two funerals of Biblical School grads this year, and both women died of ovarian cancer. Now, another grad, Mary Ellen Johnson, has been diagnosed with at least Stage Three ovarian cancer. Since I was blessedly healed of that disease, I have the courage to ask all of you to join me in praying for Mary Ellen as she searches for the strength to climb the mountain ahead of her.

    All you holy men and women, pray for us!

  16. adminkNovember 1, 2010 at 6:46 pm

    Oh, I am so sorry. How could I have forgotten that we also lost our dear classmates Jane Mahoney and Dale Monchego that year as well?

    And THANK YOU to all who have written to say that you are praying for Mary Ellen. She needs those prayers so badly. She has a steep mountain to climb.

    Love to you all—
    Kathy

  17. KarenNovember 2, 2010 at 4:04 am

    Thanks so much Kathy and Jen for remembering our Biblical School Class so lovingly. I too hear the song in my head everytime I read this scripture from 2 Timothy, and I tear up, missing those who have gone before us into the Hands of God… Thanks also for sharing the insight regarding Nero and that St. Paul was likely “making fun” of the emperor! It certainly changes the way I read this scripture specifically, and other Pauline texts too!

  18. BobbieNovember 4, 2010 at 9:39 pm

    How do you feel you are doing in “running the race” of faithfulness to your baptismal vows?
    Another election season has come to an end. I am so glad! There are too many promises that in reality should not be made and undoubtedly will be broken. But that’s the way of it. We try to take people at their word and then hang on to it.
    This Nero story has me chuckling and it makes me think of the political campaign as a race of competitors. Of course, my mind goes off to consider how our world has become so competitive. In some ways we’ve lost the message of cooperation. We compete for the lowest prices on things and send our companies overseas to leave so many people jobless in the US, while people in the third world work in our companies for pittance. We compete with the neighbor for who has more “stuff,” although I think he economy has slowed down the buying just because…. We compete with our ideology, theology, methodology. Who’s right, who’s wrong? We stand against each other. And like Nero, I think sometimes we stand against ourselves. I know that for me it wasn’t easy to vote. I had to wrestle with myself to be faithful to the way baptism calls me to live.
    It’s the everyday decisions that demonstrate my faithfulness. What candidate do I support? How do I live a “green” life? What do I recycle? How much “stuff” do I accumulate? With whom do I share what I have and who I am? How do I stand in solidarity with the poor? How do I spend my time? How do I pray and worship? What am I doing to grow in my relationship with a God who calls me to victory, a victory over myself, my false self, my sinfulness? The Faithful One calls me to faithfulness. Hmmm…. Who has priority for me? Whether I walk or run, skip or dance, I know that I have to follow Jesus the Leader. He is the One who invites cooperation, oneness, and community. Do I “run the race?” I don’t have one drop of athletic blood inside me so I’ll just pray, “Jesus, hold my hand. Walk with me? Please.”
    What great insights from everyone. Thank you.

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Twenty-ninth Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C

17 October 2010
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Reflecting on Exodus 17: 8-13

Last Sunday I was giving a talk about biblical history.   I had a big, heavy burlap chart that needed two people to hold it.  About ten minutes into this lesson Fred, dropping his arms (and thus the chart) said, “Will Aaron be coming soon?”  And the class, very biblically literate, erupted in laughter, recalling this story today from Exodus about Moses’ arms being held up by Aaron in the heat of the battle.

Victory, Oh Lord Painting by John Everett Millias 1829-1896

I looked at the couple I had recruited for the chart-holding task.  Their arms were aching, but they had dutifully stretched that chart across the room until they just couldn’t hold it anymore.  They, and hundreds of others, have been holding up the good works of the Church all their lives.

Afterwards, the doors of the hall burst open and a group of beautiful young adults came rushing in, hastily setting up the cots for a number of homeless families who will be staying at the parish this week.  They are part of a whole army of parishioners who will hold up the arms of these struggling families, providing friendship, food and shelter for them as the adults go to their jobs or look for work this week.

My cousin Maureen has a long list of people for whom she prays, every single day.  The years come and go, but she is always there, like the widow in Luke’s story today, holding up in prayer those who are sick, or jobless, or divorcing, or grieving.

Will Aaron be coming soon?  As I look at the faithful work of the Church around the world I can confidently say that he is already here.

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11 Comments to “Twenty-ninth Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C”

  1. brebis galeuseOctober 17, 2010 at 2:00 pm

    Ah, perseverance . . . tenacity . . . persistence . . . singleness of purpose . . .

    How well do I keep my eyes on the finish line?

    Which of my distractions fit into the requirements of the race? Righting a wrong? Speaking against an evil? Encouraging a parent?

    The human mind is capable of justifying almost any action. I try to guard against rationalizing my actions in light of the race, but I know that I fail often. Then, the graces of perseverance, tenacity, persistence and singleness of purpose give me the opportunity to turn back and focus on the finish line.

    My biggest difficulty is what Jesus tells his disciples, to pray always without becoming weary. I need to remember to pray not for what I want but for the will of God. It is not my worst fault, but it is right up there . . . wanting my will rather than God’s.

  2. beckyOctober 17, 2010 at 6:14 pm

    I am waery therefore I am lifted up more than I lift.
    I use to love charity work, I thrived on it. and I miss doing the things that I use to do, the things that made me feel alive and needed. But it seems that since I’ve retired and gone disability that I just don’t have the drive that I once had. I try to help my two little great-nieces. and their mom but even that wears on me sometimes. I think that I have told been too many time that I am an enabler. And now I worry that I may be loving those I love to the gates of hell or something. I miss the days when a good deed was just that “a good deed”. I do thank God for all the support and care I receive from friend and family. I am so truly Blessed. last sping I move into an appartment the first time in many year that I have been on my own and alone. And my need to move for the second time with in a year came about so sudden, but the Lord provided me with a good friend and her family and my uncle and hie family, and the move went though smoothly! I have had to learn that excepting help from those who want so to do good things for me is a charitable act as well. It’s not easy and down right embarrasing at times, I think they call that pride. But when I remember the inner peace I received when it was me giving help, and how worry that I felt when I wasn’t able too, I can’t say no thanks to their beaming smiles of love and care. I am waery and I am Blessed. Becky

  3. brebis galeuseOctober 18, 2010 at 12:56 am

    Becky — I was glad to read that you realize that allowing others to help you is a charitable act. I had a priest friend years ago who told me that when he asked me to do something for him, it was a gift to me. I thought about that a lot before realizing that he was correct. He gave me the gift of being able to do something for someone else.

    You and I have reached the time when we cannot do what we did before. So, we can now give the gift to others to allow them to do what we used to do. That is a great gift, isn’t it?

  4. beckyOctober 18, 2010 at 4:59 am

    Thank You Brebis, I was just glad that someone understooded what I was trying to say what with all my typos. There are many cycles in life. No one is on top forever, but it is hard to let go of the reins to a way of life like being a care taker, isnt it. It’s the cross we bear while on earth in these bodies. It’s with the grace we answer the calls from God that determine who we have become at each stage of life, that makes us saints and sinners.

  5. leehemmingerOctober 18, 2010 at 4:46 pm

    I confess that these past three years have been a lesson in humility. I have been humbled again and again, as the eldest child who grew up with the expectation of being able to do all things, for all people. And, certainly able to take of myself!! There have been times when there was no alternative to accepting help, when I was simply unable to do some things. But, ASKING has been another lesson entirely – it was more likely that I would just do things (like driving, when it wasn’t the safest thing to do) than ask for help. Maybe it was just plain pride, but also there was a component of fear, not wanting to feel let down when those asked were not able or available to assist. What I was able to ask for was prayers, which obviously was the most important, as I am now living a miracle of improvement. But, even that request wasn’t extended to every arena – you will notice that my name has been conspicuously missing from the parish prayer list. But, in the familiar arena of the Sisters of Charity it was easier to ask that they storm heaven for my intentions. And, I certainly did not always receive God’s will with grace. My journey to sainthood has been a bumpy one, and I continue to ask God for the strength, wisdom and acceptance to take the next step. One of my mom’s isms was “Pride goeth before a fall.” She didn’t ever say how far we had to fall.

  6. Steve GivensOctober 18, 2010 at 4:52 pm

    Makes me stop and ask myself this question today: who has been holding up their arms for me while the powers of good and evil duel for my life? Whoever you are, thanks be to God for you and praise to the One who pays attention to little things like me…

  7. vivianOctober 18, 2010 at 6:42 pm

    For 27 years I have been a divorced mother of five beautiful children. In the first few years of that time, I wondered how I would survive, how my children would be able to thrive without the benefit of their father, living at home and working. For many years, he earned a very good income. It allowed us the Catholic school education in grade school and high school. It was difficult after the divorce. I found a full-time job, continued with their education as it was, as the years went by, they each were emancipated, the child support was gone. We still needed to live, eat, travel back and forth to school and work. I struggled financially, eventually losing our big and spacious home. I remember the day I walked out of that home for the last time, dearest Kathy told me to walk around, take a last look and remember all the wonderful times spent there, the great parties inside and outside in the yard, and to leave all the bad memories there, close the door and look to my new home and build memories again. I thought then that I would surely give out, I realized that all along, not only was I being held up by both of my arms, but, that God was truly carrying me. He kept me on the right path, my children flourished as I did also. I loved my job working for the library. A job I kept for 26+ years and retired from last November. I now have 6 beautiful grandchildren, my daughters are all wonderful mothers and my son is a kind, loving, generous uncle to his nieces and nephews. I am very proud to be their mother. I was asked many times, who did you lean on in those lean times, my answer was always, on God… He has never let me down…

  8. sandyeroybalOctober 19, 2010 at 1:44 am

    Hi Kathy,
    I am not sure if I am logged-in or not. I am not receiving your weekly comments. I did receive them at first, but not lately. I love this site and I love reading everyones stories.

  9. CrisOctober 19, 2010 at 4:06 pm

    Vivian’s story leaves me pondering… how faithful God is even outside that sacrament of marriage! He never abandons his little ones. This is one of the reasons why I try to correct people explicitly when they refer to divorced people as coming from a “broken family.” Some people who are married are more “broken” than divorcees. – – Cris

  10. clm1127October 20, 2010 at 1:57 am

    Thank you, Cris, for the difference: Broken families aren’t necessarily the ones of divorce. Many things break families. And in review of the comments about helping others. You may never be able to pay back what someone does for you but you can always pay it forward! Allowing someone to be generous gives the giver grace also!

  11. Gloria A. VarelaOctober 22, 2010 at 4:22 pm

    My dear mother, Julieta 102, just passed away, surrounded my family and so much love! My husband and I cared for her in her elder years. You could say we were her ‘Aaron’ in so many different ways…truely, a blessing for us, to see the physical/mental decline of a person, to the very last breath. The paschal mystery…her dying, her death, with full expectation of her resurrection. Certainly those who have been close to us never die, as we carry them with us where ever we go, to the greater honor and glory of God.
    I am helping one of my daughers at this time in my life.I travelled out of state to be part of her little family as she awaits to deliver her third child. As a mother of five, I so appreciate all young mother’s sacrifices, having, and raising their children. The new generation. The future members of the Body of Christ. Amen.

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Twenty-eighth Sunday – Ordinary Times Cycle C

9 October 2010
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Reflecting on Luke 17:11-19

Do you have a certain time in your life that is so indelibly marked in your heart that you return to it almost daily?  For me that time is the fall of 2007, when a staph infection took me to the very limits of my strength.  Those horrible months are all stamped in my memory: the screaming pain, the overwhelming nausea, and the second-by-second waits for the medication to start working.  Those flashbacks return to me now, in this gorgeous fall of 2010, through the distinct sensory messengers of cooling days, leaves changing, and darkness descending earlier.  And this is what that suffering has seared in me:

One returned and thanked him

Utter delight, every single time I drive myself anywhere in the car.  Almost unbearable pleasure at the smell of apples falling from the trees. Laughing out loud as I walk by myself down the block in less than a minute, remembering the agony of trying to take even five steps at a time.  The ecstasy of walking into the grocery story.  The heavenly touch of those who love me.

But I think the most delicious experience of all is remembering, the endless remembering, of being brought back from the depths by the living Body of Christ―the hundreds of friends and family who took care of me through it all.   There can never be enough words of gratitude.  But it’s kind of a “cellular gratitude”.  It’s not anything conscious.  Pain dug a well that is now filled to overflowing with astonished gratitude.  Like the cured Samaritan leper, I will give thanks while I live.

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19 Comments to “Twenty-eighth Sunday – Ordinary Times Cycle C”

  1. brebis galeuseOctober 9, 2010 at 12:20 am

    My heart is indelibly marked this time of year, too. It was ten years ago, as I watched my second son fighting for his life. I will never forget the ravages of chemotherapy and three fatal doses of radiation on his body to prepare him for the bone marrow transplant that didn’t, ultimately, work. Hate-filled words his bride screamed at him when he was at his lowest still come to my mind at the most unexpected times. The lack of support from my family members during his last months, when I needed them most still pains me at times. My mother screaming at me in front of my friends after the Rosary the night before his funeral, “I’m going to give you ONE LAST CHANCE to allow us to support you,” after the total silence from my family for the previous three months is indelibly imprinted on my brain.

    The worst kind of grief is that of a parent following the death of a child. I had already experienced this when my first son died, so I knew some of what to expect. I did not count on the help from the Holy Trinity, but it was there with all the graces I needed. I began to realize how many women want children but do not get that opportunity. I am grateful for the experience of mothering two beautiful, wonderful sons.

    I am most grateful for God’s grace keeping me from retaliating for hurts imposed on my baby (he was always my baby even at 28) — I am grateful that God’s grace covered my anger and allowed me to say the things that would be comforting to my son instead of the things that in my humanness I wanted to scream at those doing the hurting.

    My cellular gratitude is that Curt is now with his brother J.R. in heaven waiting for their Mom. I do not cling to this life, as much as I enjoy it most of the time, because I know that if I do what it takes to win the race, I will be with those sons for all eternity. How could one not be grateful for that?

  2. beckyOctober 10, 2010 at 5:07 am

    I have had many health issues over the years. And as I meet the peaks and valleys in the medical journey I have had to remember that doctors are people too. I have been blessed with really good one and I have had some that were sour grapes. Bitter and mean. But all along I always tell myself that my life is in God’s hands. If I live one more day or one hundred more years, it all in His good wisdom and grace that I am at all. I don’t like suffering it is the only part of illness that scares me. Death is not the thing I fear. But getting there is what I never want to journey through. Perhaps it’s because I spent many many years watching members of my family suffer long and hard illnesses. I have seen it divide us little by little. My sister’s baby died from SIDS at 21/2 months and then a week later our mom died after 2 months in ICU. Both were hard to deal with only one was a shock. But I have learned that what doesn3 kill us make us stronger if we have the courage to trust God and His wisdom, and His mercy.

  3. noory42@aol.comOctober 10, 2010 at 10:12 am

    Dear Kathy, I attended your lecture on Saturday,
    October 9 at St. Mary’s in Littleton, CO
    My love and prayers are with you as you
    continue this mission of Jesus’ Real Presence.
    How wonderful to hear your talk, it was a
    blessing for me.
    God bless you and Ben

  4. defensorOctober 10, 2010 at 7:05 pm

    I know extactly what you’re are talking about a staph infection. I had the same thing you had in the same hip, I had 4 surgeries, all together 8 surgeries. I didn’t know what to think, when I was going through all these surgeries, one think that I see now is how God was trying to get me closer to Him. you see that was the only time that I would go into deep prayer, with every surgerie. and when that was over, I would go back to my old ways. today I see his plan and am very grateful for his patients.He has given me a chance to live in his presence. my spirtual life is very good. Thanks to God.not to forget His Mother.

  5. bonita a richardsOctober 10, 2010 at 9:11 pm

    Am I registered on the Church of the Risen Christ denver web site?

  6. beckyOctober 11, 2010 at 10:30 pm

    Yeah, it’s me again. I have thought about my comment, and it wasn’t my best efford to express myself. Here is an example thats more personal. In 1988 I had an infection in my leg, I get celluitist pretty often because I have psoriasis. From that infection I developed blood clots that went to my lungs.One night I woke up and couldn’t breathe. While I was in the hospital my fever was so high that I hallucinated. When I was being let go. The doctor told me that I almost died. You know, I knew it, but hearing it was painful. There have been so many of these near death times what with car accidents and all, I am amazed at the mercy of God. Sometime I don’t know who I am that God reaches out and draws me back time and time again. This is how I have learned of the great love the Father has for His children. I once thought of suicide and He reminded me of all the times I could have died and didn’t. I learned what a gift this life is. Every life is call forth by Him, none are mistakes!

  7. Barbara WilliamsonOctober 12, 2010 at 10:02 pm

    My Dearest Kathy,
    How I remember those days of your illness–but I knew how strong a woman you are and I knew you would make it thru it all. LOOK HOW FAR YOU HAVE COME—YOUR STRENGTH IS SHOWING AND YOUR POSITIVE ATTITUDE IS TRULY A MARVEL!!!! I AM TRULY BLESSED TO HAVE YOU AND BEN AS FRIENDS
    Blessing
    Barbara

  8. CrisOctober 12, 2010 at 10:02 pm

    Brevis and Becky are saints! Thanks for your stories. It’s easy to be grateful when things are going well but when life clobbers you with a 2 X 4, repeatedly – – and you still keep singing the praises of the Lord, this is no longer a human act. It’s a God event.

    Thank you for these lessons. Pray that I truly learn from them.

    Cris

  9. leehemmingerOctober 13, 2010 at 2:23 am

    I guess I’ve been like the other 9 lepers in the past year; failing to give thanks for the good news. The past three years have been filled with so many things I have trouble remembering which one came when. In August 2007, they did a lung biopsy to diagnose an interstitial lung disease, pulmonary fibrosis, and the first of October told me my life expectancy would be 2-3 years. Then, October 27, 2007 I sutained a terrible fracture of my right humerus, leaving me unable to live my life with much activity (and unable to assist my dear friend Kathy in her time of need). A failed union requiring surgery to pin my arm the next summer; rapidly progressing cataracts due to high dose prednisone requiring bilateral eye surgery; the deaths of my 32 year old grandson, and two nephews age 35, two years apart; bilateral knee surgery; two car accidents, both totalling the car and one fracturing my sternum; one wonders which suffering is worse – physical or emotional. They both take their toll, and when they come in waves together it’s hard to tell them apart. Then, in January, when the tests on my lungs indicated an improvement, I really could not give thanks. I was tired and had no energy to have to go on working and dealing with all the therapy, etc. What was the purpose of this new information, and what did God want from me? This was the first time in my life that I had so much trouble dealing with the suffering in life, and it was difficult to feel God’s presence. Prayers continued, but it just didn’t seem like I could hear the answers. I’m in a much better place now, working for full surrender to God’s will, waiting for His plan to be revealed, but the questions continue: the nephew who died last April was the brother of my 34 year old niece who is dying of melanoma; together their ages don’t add up to mine, and I would gladly trade places with either one of them. Renay’s mother is losing her last child, and I’m still here. “Take up my cross and follow me” is a directive we can’t begin to comprehend, and I echo Mother Teresa: “I know God doesn’t give us more than we can handle. I only wish he didn’t trust me so much”. I guess He has trusted several of us a lot recently.

  10. MichaelCarlosOctober 13, 2010 at 3:39 am

    Cellular gratitude. I love that phrase, and it immediately struck a chord in me. Yes, there is a moment and place that is a part of who I am – beyond analysis, beyond self-reflection, beyond conscious thought, but always there in its entirety when I reach for it. It blesses and sustains me, and makes me forever grateful for the gifts that have sprung from that experience.

    It’s a specific place: the second pew on the left side of the sanctuary in my childhood parish. My memory is not of a single point in time, but is the endlessly repeated habit of an entire childhood — daily mass through most of my eight years of parochial school; the parade of Sundays structured by the beautiful rhythm of the liturgical year; holidays, baptisms, weddings, and even funerals. I remember every sensory experience: the color of the light from those simple stained glass windows, the sound of the fans and the swamp coolers in summer, the touch of hands during the Lord’s Prayer, the dancing flames from the votive candles, and always, always the faces and voices of my parish family. 

    That pew was like a safe, sacred island around which the torrent of my life flowed. My childhood was not without its sadnesses and struggles, but in that place I could hold in my heart all the happiness and blessings as a counterweight to those fears and wounds, and all the bad stuff dissolved in the glow of that vibrant, loving community of faith. My hopes and happiness were anchored in the countless hours I spent in that pew. This memory lives in me, even now when I live fifteen hundred miles and twenty years away, even when I rarely enter a church these days. I can close my eyes and be there once again: a child of God in the embrace of an extraordinary assembly of believers.       

  11. leehemmingerOctober 13, 2010 at 5:00 am

    how beautiful, Michael. What a grace-filled spirituality. Thanks for sharing your memories.

  12. mikeandbetsyOctober 14, 2010 at 6:17 pm

    Kathy, your remarks about gratitude encourage me. They are beautiful, and they make me feel a deep happiness to read how you have recovered from that crisis. I just bless you for coming out of that dark place to the kind of joy you are experiencing now.

    It’s telling too, that a clear comparison exists between how you experience your memories, and how I had just written in my journal last week about my own. I was back in Ohio, and the smells and sights of fall, the sounds of the trees and leaves falling, brought me back to another year also. But the cellular response of that memory was one of regret and embarrassment…1981, and mistakes I was in the middle of making that affected other people. I realized that those memories caused a bodily response…shrinking in the middle, crying tears from inside organs, and more. Then the bodily sensation of depression, like a bad taste in the mouth, only it is everywhere else too.Then I read how your memories of 2007 caused you to feel the unbearable joy you are talking about. Just at the same time I had been writing about how the unpleasant memories were causing me to feel unpleasant things.

    But I realized something else…. there were other memories; the good things that were going on during that time, that made me smile, to feel that gratitude, and appreciation: an older nurse I was working with who was a loving friend, a book that my brother gave me that was so moving to me I wrote the author and received a handwritten gracious response, and other good things.

    I wondered about this: maybe some people are wired differently, like me, to allow the unpleasant memories to dominate, pushing down the good ones…while some are wired to attend to the good ones, like you Kathy.

    Maybe we could call my response a habitual lack of gratitude. However at least this time, I did realize I had been pushing down the sweet memories and I savored them for awhile.

    Sorry to go on and on. Just to say that I don’t think I would have been the leper who returned to Jesus, but one who couldn’t believe the cure and anxiously looked for signs of returning disease.

    Could prayer be the difference? Staying close to Jesus? Which causes a cellular presence of Our Lord? Which leads to joyful gratitude and faith? This is just more encouragement for me; to keep trying to do the same; pray and stay as close as I can to the Lord.

  13. beckyOctober 14, 2010 at 8:27 pm

    Thank You Cris, but trust me Im no saint. Im one of those people who says “if they only knew the real me”. I have experienced some unusual things in my life. But who hasnt? This is how my mom raised me, “also remember that no matter how tough life gets, someone else has been there, done that or worse”. By the grace of God there go I! Thanks to everyone who shared and opened my eyes and heart wide and more profoundly to His mercy this week. Becky

  14. brebis galeuseOctober 15, 2010 at 11:11 am

    I’m not a saint, either, but I hope to be one day.

  15. DonnaOctober 16, 2010 at 1:06 am

    What sacred stories filled with heartbreak, love and beautiful memories have filled this column!
    You are all such a blessing!
    Thank you!
    Donna

  16. mamidecincoOctober 16, 2010 at 1:32 am

    My husband’s grandfather died this summer. He and my husband had a wonderful relationship and that was passed down from the two of them to our five children. His wishes were for no Mass, no funeral, no memorial. But I knew that my husband and our children needed a chance to remember him and to say “good bye for now”. They needed some closure as this was a very difficult loss. So we loaded everyone in the car and drove to California to his grave site.

    It was just the 7 of us at his grave. We stood and prayed. Then we started remembering. Everyone from my husband, our 13 year old son, all the way down to our two 6 year olds shared memories of their great grandfather. And as they shared and I listened and remembered…my heart was just filled to overflowing with gratitude. Gratitude that my husband and children had known this man and been loved so deeply by him…that he had managed to make each one of them feel like the most special person in the world to him. There wasn’t room for sorrow in my heart in those moments at his grave side…just complete joy and gratitude for God’s blessing of this man to my family.

    I was taken by surprise by feeling joy in a moment like that, but every time I think of that hot August day outside of Los Angeles, my heart swells with love and I can’t help but be thankful for the gift of love each of my family members have experienced through their grandfather.

    ~Kim

  17. eileenOctober 16, 2010 at 4:12 am

    I stood in church on Sunday next to my 92yr.old mother as this gospel was read. As it began speaking about the lepers I immediately felt part of the story. They were healed by Jesus who then told them to go see the priest. Why go to the priest? It was his responsibility to give the okay for them to return to their community, to let others know they are okay. Now ask yourself what if the priest had said NO? What if he wouldn’t even see them? This is where I find myself in this gospel. In accepting my homosexuality I felt the love of Jesus as I longed for his healing. I too went to the Bishop of Denver asking for acceptance but you know the end of that story. I held back the tears as I stood next to my mother. She is from the time when the Church was not an institution to be questioned. I stood with my head down, still too ashamed to tell her who I am.

  18. adminkOctober 16, 2010 at 3:55 pm

    Hi everybody,

    I am so touched, so deeply moved by the honest and deep sharings on the site this week. Thank you so very much for trusting this space, and its readers. I hope that it will continue to be a safe place for reflection and faith-building.

    I think the new essay for this weekend will be coming up soon, so let me just thank you all for a wonderful week.

    Kathy

  19. Artseller63October 16, 2010 at 8:04 pm

    Your reflection for the 28th Sunday in Ordinary Time, in which you shared with us your thoughts on “cellular gratitude,” hasinspired me to share… While I admit I have not been through the ordeals you have, life has brought me to the point where your words resonate loud and clear, beginning when – each day about 3:30 AM – my eyelids pop open and as soon as I realize I’m awake, I thank God for allowing me to try one more day to live my fullest for Him. With the exception of my sinful humanness, every single day is filled with gratitude for just being alive.

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Twenty-seventh Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C

2 October 2010
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Reflecting on 2 Timothy 1:6-8, 13-14

There’s an incendiary sentence in this week’s second reading from 2Timothy: “I remind you to stir into flame the gift of God bestowed when my hands were laid on you.”  Those of us in Colorado and California have had more than enough “flames” this season.  One hundred and sixty nine Boulder families were recently displaced when flames, whipped up by winds, darted from house to house, destroying homes and hundreds of acres of land.   It is the most costly fire in Colorado history.

Beautiful Zeenat. She’ll be President someday.

But it does give one pause.  How quickly, how ravenously a fire can consume anything in its wake.  A fire starts out quietly (in this case in a fire pit) and then builds volume as it spreads.  And it’s just that kind of fire that the author of the letter to Timothy is encouraging!

I’ve seen lots of those kinds of fires.  Twelve years ago my brother Marty pointed out a little girl in his inner-city Math class and said, “This kid will be President someday if somebody will just give her a little help.”  Last year, at age 18 and a first-year college student, she wowed the benefactors at the Seeds of Hope gala with her poised and thoughtful reflection on the many mentors who supported her as she navigated her way through elementary school and high school.  She’ll probably be President of her own non-profit someday.  She will undoubtedly spend her life stoking the same fires of compassion and justice that were darting around her during those difficult years.

Send forth the fires of your justice, God.  And let each one of us fan the flames of radical kindness and goodness into a fire that can never be extinguished.

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  1. beckyOctober 2, 2010 at 9:20 pm

    My life has been richly blessed with kind people who have made a difference! And sad to say that I didn’t always realize what blessings that some of them were offering. I remember my God mother Rose, she was so sweet and humble, and very out spoken too. No rose colored glasses for Rose. But now that I am matured I see the wisdom she offered. It funny how true the saying that “youth is wasted on the young” is. Oh, the things I could have done if I had shut the mouth and opened the ears. When I fell away from the Church, she and many friends stuggled to open my eyes. Yet what they thought was falling on deaf ears, laid in my heart and smothered for year. Then one day a tiny ember began to glow and guide me back. Sometimes it’s a roaring fire and other times it’s a little flicker. But all along it has been flued by the love and care of good loving people that God led me to. Becky

  2. beckyOctober 2, 2010 at 9:27 pm

    p.s Im still trying to get the hang of being online from my cell. Sorry for all the typos!

  3. brebis galeuseOctober 3, 2010 at 8:43 pm

    In 1967, a friend’s family invited me to stay with them when my parents kicked me out of their house. I remember saying, “I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.” Their response was, “If a time comes that someone needs help, and you’re in a position to help, do it.”

    I have found so many opportunities these past 43 years to help others the way I was helped. If they say that they don’t know how to repay me, I repeat, “If a time comes that someone needs help, and you’re in a position to help, do it.”

    I hope some people have caught “fire” in these endeavors. I’ll never know, but that doesn’t matter, does it?

  4. CrisOctober 4, 2010 at 4:50 pm

    A couple of months ago, a friend passed away at age 54. I circulated 40 slips of paper containing the e-mail of the beareaved wife so that after the 9-day novena, there will be 40 e-mails of daily support to the wife who lives by herself.
    Each slip of paper contains a date when the person who draws it is supposed to call the beareaved. I called the activity ‘Cadena de Amor’ – – (Chain of love.)
    Result: plethora of e-mail arrived, eventually compiled by the beareaved’s daughter into so many pages. The ember that turned into conflagration. – – Cris

  5. ChrisOctober 5, 2010 at 2:23 am

    “a Spirit of love and self contoll”

    Well, tonight I am excersizing the “love and self control”. I am struggling to help my son as he works to choose the next steps in his life (he’s a senior in High School). On one hand he wants to enlist in the Marines, the next hand he wants to go to a military college, the next he wants to just goof off. I’m fine with him joining the military, it’s the “on again” and “off again” that makes it hard.

    Some of it is him being 17, I know. But it is most difficult when working to be a guide and you feel like you’re being ignored. My son is ADHD and it only adds to the difficulty at times.

    Ahh, well, thanks to the Holy Spirit, I have the courage and self control to continue to support, guide, and love him. But it does take a great deal of perseverance, persistance and patience .

  6. ChrisOctober 5, 2010 at 2:25 am

    Thanks for listening to my rant. Sometimes it helps to just “say” the words.

  7. leehemmingerOctober 5, 2010 at 1:07 pm

    I have recently been writing a blog about my life, for my adopted daughter. In doing so, the many individuals who had an impact on my life at every level have been recalled. And, I wonder to myself if they have any idea what their caring and love meant, and how my life was guided by so many. Most will never know, for as Becky states, “Youth is wasted on the young.” The results weren’t always immediate, in fact laid fallow in my heart at times, needing some reminder to re-kindle the flame. So, as Brebis, I have tried to ‘pay it forward’ when an opportunity arises, and find that most of the time the results aren’t as obvious as was the case with the lovely child in Kathy’s story. But, remembering my own experiences, I’m comforted to realize that you never know when the fire will erupt!
    Chris, I hold you in prayer. Such difficult years for parents!! We always want to lift them up over the mud puddles, spare them from the mess of life, and they always need to wallow in the mud and experience it themselves, don’t they? 🙂

  8. Debra SparnOctober 8, 2010 at 9:16 pm

    Thank you for remembering the people of Boulder. So many friends have lost so much. A fire of love has swept this community (Boulder always reacts with generous care for others – despite what the media say). Care of the displaced still goes on – there is a fundraising lunch at Namaste Solar next week. Of course, my parish has done nothing. It is deeply disturbing.
    Thank you again fro this wonderful place of reflection.

    (By the way: ADHD kids hear every word you say. They can’t help taking in everything. They just have trouble filtering things, processing them and then letting it back out.)

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Twenty-sixth Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C

25 September 2010
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Reflecting on Luke 16:19-31

As I read this story today about starving Lazarus and well-fed Dives, I stop and look out our window.  Rows and rows of luscious greens, bursting with cucumbers and tomatoes and green beans, fill our backyard.  How, I wonder for the millionth time, could Lazarus have ever been hungry?

We lost our clothesline to the cucumbers.

Two years ago we gave our prickly, neglected backyard into the care of an urban gardening co-op called Farmyard. Then we sat back and watched these talented, hard-working young people turn our little yard into the Garden of Eden.  This is the season when God must love to say, “See what I can do?  The earth is mine, and all the fullness thereof” (Ps. 24:1).

I confess that until two years ago I never noticed where food came from.  And now, one hundred people are eating from the riches of the long-neglected soil just outside our window!  But, since God is so unbelievably generous, why are there still hungry people all over the globe?  For that matter, why was Lazarus hungry in the very same city where Dives was over-fed?  Maybe one answer is found inside the Gospel, where Dives, the former rich man who is now in torment, still thinks of Lazarus as his inferior, one whom God should command down to his netherland to cool his burning tongue with water.  Ha!  We can imagine Lazarus’ response: “Not ‘til hell freezes over.”

The seeds of entitlement, class distinction, geographic advantage are buried right there in the story, waiting for us to notice them and be converted once again to the new heaven and earth that the God of the harvest demands.

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15 Comments to “Twenty-sixth Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C”

  1. brebis galeuseSeptember 25, 2010 at 10:23 pm

    Should we talk about food for the bodies or food for the souls?

  2. frogSeptember 27, 2010 at 3:49 am

    really like this story

  3. Steve GivensSeptember 27, 2010 at 3:55 am

    A beautiful reflection on abundance and need…I never can fathom how so many people can go to sleep hungry every night while others (including me) enjoy an abundance of every good thing. WE can never forget our Christian duty to care for those who have less…

  4. waitinginjoyfulhopeSeptember 27, 2010 at 4:23 am

    The last sentence of today’s gospel was the clincher for me. Jesus, knowing full well he would die and rise from the dead, also knows that there will still be those who won’t get it even after he rises from the dead. It’s as though wealth can blind us to the blatant needs of others we trip over every day and know by name, as did the rich man but it can also blind us to the power of the resurrection.

    I know in my own life how easy it is to become complacent. It keep my distance, stay busy, uninvolved, write a check and move on all the while telling myself I’m ok even good/great. How often today’s world tell’s us we are ok, everything is great

  5. CrisSeptember 27, 2010 at 2:34 pm

    Three thoughts: 1.) Fr. Mo West in his homily mentioned how the Rich Man was not an evil man, corrupt, immoral, etc. He was guilty of “insensitivity” – – Imagine how our eternal life might be determined by insensitivities.
    2.) The Rich Man’s plea: Not to convince his brothers that there is an after life. The plea is to convince them of the unbreakable link between helping the needy and one’s after life.
    3.) I go serve in the homeless shelter once a month to help feed 500 people not so much “to do this act of charity” but to remind myself that there but for the grace of God go I. I am one pay check away from being homeless. I am one catastropic tragedy away from being homeless. There but for the grace of God… – – – Cris

  6. brebis galeuseSeptember 27, 2010 at 3:48 pm

    That’s an excellent point, Cris. I like Fr. Mo’s take on our insensitivity, too. It is an example of our taking blessings for granted, isn’t it?

    I’d like to go back a few weeks to my question about whether God can be seen as a punishing God. This morning’s reading from the Book of Job struck me as a good example of how our own interpretation can put the responsibility for bad things on God.

    Job 1:6-22 — God and Satan make a deal in which Satan is ALLOWED by God to temp Job into denouncing God. God’s only restriction on Satan is that he is not allowed to “lay a hand upon his person.”

    In the end, though, after being told of all the bad events and losses caused by Satan, Job makes the following statement: “Naked I came forth from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I go back again. The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord!” For giving or for taking away?

    Job is the one who gives the responsibility to God for all the calamities he has suffered. Then, he immediately praises God. How do we explain this dichotomy?

  7. SharonSeptember 27, 2010 at 9:39 pm

    It is so very easy to ignore the poor. One thing that helps me is that I have made http://www.thehungersite.com the home page of my internet connection. There, at no cost, with one click I can donate a cup of rice to the hungry. It’s not much, but it adds up over the year and reminds me every day that there are hungry people who need help.

  8. ChrisSeptember 28, 2010 at 4:42 am

    Why did the rich man perish? Because he did not follow the one commandment our Lord gave us, “love one another”.

    To love one another, we mush love ourselves, and we must love God. Thereby fulfulling the first two and greatest commandments of the Old Testament.

  9. brebis galeuseSeptember 28, 2010 at 3:03 pm

    Lazarus starved while the rich man was well fed . . . in this life.

    The rich man starved while Lazarus was well fed . . . in the next.

    Who had the better portion?

  10. mikeandbetsySeptember 29, 2010 at 4:09 pm

    Donating bags of food from time to time, and not even using my discards, but good stuff from Cosco, etc. when there is an opportunity. There are food drives for fire victims, for example, or at the OUR Center, or Christmastime special collections, etc.
    It doesn’t seem to be enough, in fact, it’s all too convenient, and doesn’t really address my own excesses. I could learn what it truly means to share.
    I heard a homily once explaining that we don’t have to go hungry because there are hungry people, or become poor because they are poor, but (there was a pause, then his voice and facial expression became quite serious, as he emphasized this line: “We DO NEED to SHARE what we have.”) I took it to mean not the way I do it, which I consider “charity”. Why am I beng so cynical? I do take time, sometimes a whole half day or more, gathering and organizing things to give, driving there and leaving the stuff. Why be cynical about what I and others do contribute? I think it’s because it’s not enough for what I want to do for people living under conditions of depravation and disaster. This “charity” as I call it, is too separate from the people all over the world that I read about, hear about and ARE AFFECTED BY, that call out to me, FOR A DAY, OR MAYBE A WEEK OR SO, AT A TIME.
    Well, at least I hear them calling later again. But I say in the back of my mind, someday, when my life gets organized, and the ones nearer and dearer don’t need so much from me, I’ll do more. But do they really need so much? Or can we all share?

  11. leehemmingerSeptember 29, 2010 at 6:24 pm

    I guess my mind is an enigma…since reading this question and Kathy’s story about the garden on Saturday, I’ve been thinking about water. Less than 3% of the earth’s water supply is usable by humans, and a large proportion (69%) of that supply is used for agriculture. 80% of disease in 2/3 of the world is related to poor drinking water and sanitation, and 1/3 of the world’s households go out of their homes, walking as much as a mile, to acquire this water due to lack of infrastructure. Yet, here our consumption is so great in comparison, that one flush of the toilet uses as much water as developing countries use for a whole days drinking, cooking, washing and cleaning. So, I was so focused on the excessive consumption of this country that I just thought about our selfishness. Being environmentally conscious, using less water, working to prevent contamination of the water supply that is shrinking, donating to Catholic Relief Services to help with establishing infrastructure for water supplies in other countries was foremost in my mind.
    As President of Council for Catholic Women – AD Denver, I see many women invested in doing the little things, together, that will hopefully bring some relief to those in need. So, just each day doing a little thing that helps; a bag of food to church, cooking and serving for various food lines, buying a meal for someone on the streets, and giving up a bit of the consumption is all any of us can do. And hopefully, in the process, spreading the awareness and the love across the universe. No one individual can turn it around, but with all of us together we have a chance.
    Sorry for the wordy response!

  12. adminkSeptember 30, 2010 at 5:35 am

    What wonderful, informative contributions this week. Thank you, everybody. Does anyone want to engage Brebis’ question that she posed about Job?

    I hear from many people who haven’t contributed yet how much they enjoy the conversation that takes place here.

    Thank you!

    Kathy

  13. leehemmingerSeptember 30, 2010 at 3:39 pm

    Sometimes my mind takes off in its own direction, and I seem to have no control over what it produces, so I offer apologies for the previous post. But,speaking to Brebis’ question about Job, I can say that my own family is struggling with some of this right now. My 34 year old niece was given 3-6 months to live as a result of metastatic malignant melanoma this past week. She has a husband and three children, has lived a loving, consciencous and responsibile life as wife and mother, daughter, granddaughter, sister, aunt, niece and friend. To add to the mess, her brother died a year and a half ago. These are the only two children my sister had. So, my daughter questioned me last night about how we can believe in God’s love and mercy when something so totally unexplainable and unacceptable happens to a good person. Her question centered around “if God has a plan for us all, why do these things become part of the plan.” As I struggle with my own grief, the words to help her seem not to penetrate: that God doesn’t have a blueprint for each of us; only a plan that we will be happy and have fullness and abundance in our life. What that abundance may be isn’t always monetary; perhaps it’s that she has lived a life filled with love from her friends and family, has accomplished her dream of having children, and has loved them unconditionally. Why these ugly cancer interlopers change the course of life for some at a young age is beyond comprehension. But, a physician who advised her that all the original tumor was removed, and that there was no need for follow up made a mistake. The human aspect of this life brings awful suffering, but the only way one could possibly blame God for this is to lay the blame on his decision that humans would be flawed and imperfect. Also, that we have free will, and sometimes make faulty decisions leading to tragedy. But, like Job, all we have is our faith in God’s love and mercy. Certainly, like Job, we question things which have no answers, we struggle with the consequences of an imperfect life, and ask God to give us strength to bear it all. So, we THANK God for giving us Renay, with her quirky humor, her strength and compassion, her great love for her family. I am looking for direction on how to thank him for TAKING her away. She has suffered so many losses in her short life, perhaps it is that her struggles and pain will be ended when her life ends. But, I’m like everyone else: it’s going to take time to work through it and come to some reasonable acceptance.

  14. JgfelsOctober 1, 2010 at 1:58 am

    Awesome; I love you two! If that garden isn’t a holy representation of Mary’s nurturing care, then I don’t know what is. Perhaps in her infinite wisdom and abundant love the Virgin Mary appears to us today in the form of “mother earth.” What a beautiful apparition to behold!

    I think our community will have to borrow some of your urban farmers though. In collaboration with several of Colorado’s food banks and inner city youth programs, we have been attempting to grow an abundance of fruit and veg. to benefit families/individuals who find themselves living in “food deserts.” As rates of obesity and Type II diabetes rapidly grow among the poor, it seems only right that everyone (regardless of income) should have equal access to healthy food. This is our first year making full use of our hydroponics system and, suffice it say, it is still in need of a bit of fine tuning: calling all worms…. 😉

  15. adminkOctober 1, 2010 at 5:46 pm

    Hi everybody,

    Just a note of thanks, again, for the great contributions this week. This column hit a record number of readers and contributors this week. That Lazarus and the Rich Man story always hits its mark, doesn’t it?

    And Lee, our hearts break with yours. What a tragic, tragic event in the life of your family. Your niece sounds so dear. Let’s all keep her at the top of our prayer lists in the coming months, and her husband and children and extended family too.

    Peace and grace, and belated Happy Feast Day yesterday to St. Jerome, the crochety scribe who loved the Scriptures, and so do we.

    Kathy

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Twenty-fifth Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C

18 September 2010
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Reflecting on Luke 16:1-13

Hi everybody.  It’s me, Jesus.  Sorry about that parable today.  I know, all of you who own your own businesses want to know why it’s okay for that steward to cheat his boss like that.  Here’s the thing: if you had lived in the Middle East in the First Century you would have laughed and applauded my brilliance when I spoke that parable.

The Shrewd Stewart Art - work of Kazakhstan Artist, Nelly Bube

My prophet Amos had it so right.   I love that part where he called out those vendors and merchants for the religious hypocrites they were.  Sure!  Hurry up and get these religious observances over so we can start cheating the poor and trampling on the needy.  See, that’s what I was getting at in my story all those years later.  It takes a lot of energy and cunning to steal and exploit people.  (These days I’m especially thinking about the murderous drug cartels in my beautiful, Catholic Mexico.  And all the drug abusers north of the border who keep them in business.)

See, the steward was stealing from his master, and when he knew he was getting fired he used the same cunning to start making friends with the very people he’d been cheating for years.  Think how much hard work it took for them to pay the master in all that olive oil and wheat, and he was taking a huge chunk off the top!  So he canceled out his huge commission, which made their debts so much less.  It was like he knew he was on a sinking ship and he decided to give all his stuff away to the guys manning the lifeboats.  Now that’s smart!

So, the moral is: make friends with the poor, the beloved of my Father.  Look at me.  I was so poor I was buried in a tomb that belonged to somebody else.  No problem.  I knew I wouldn’t be staying long.  And you’re not long for the grave either, every one of you who loves me and recognizes me, as Mother Teresa said, in my distressing disguise of the poor.

Of course she’s here.  Where else would she be?  You should have seen all her friends up here opening those gates when they heard she was coming. Happy 100th birthday, Blessed Teresa of Calcutta.

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11 Comments to “Twenty-fifth Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C”

  1. adminkSeptember 20, 2010 at 8:17 pm

    Hey, is anybody out there? Did you not like the column, or just didn’t like the Gospel this Sunday enough to remark on it?

    Becky is having problems logging on, but she sent this funny and deep insight:

    See, it is true the steward was dishonest, but so were the people he was dealing with. No one said “Oh well, no thanks, that’s wrong” or even reported it to the master. But our master needs no report, He knows us and try as we may we can’t pull a fast one on Him. Love you, Becky

  2. DonnaSeptember 21, 2010 at 2:43 am

    When I think about this Gospel, I remember that Jesus told many parables to get peoples attention. Make friends with the poor, what a concept! Even today how many times do we walk by without a look, do we think that if we don’t make eye contact with the beggar we can forget that he’s there?
    Maybe I don’t want to think about hunger or homelessness, so if I don’t recognize their presence I don’t have to think about these scary things.
    I’ve been told by many good people, “don’t give him money, he’ll just go drink it”.
    How many blessings has my Lord given to me and does he say, “I am giving you this Donna, only if you do what I want you to”. No, he gives to me unconditionally, he loves me in my sinfulness and in my brokenness!
    The poor have much to teach us, if only we show them dignity
    and they almost always respond “God Bless you”.
    God Bless you!

  3. MichaelCarlosSeptember 21, 2010 at 4:43 pm

    Didn’t like you column? Perish the thought!

    This parable has always been a challenge for me, and I’ve never felt like I had a handle on the message. It seems to reward self-interest more than anything else, or so I always thought. But after reading several of the commentaries from the links on your site and then re-reading your reflection, I finally have a better feeling about it. His actions actually brought some relief to the debtors, the poor he had been exploiting. Make friends with the poor, as you said. And Donna, what a sensitive commentary you wrote.

    Maybe some of my resistance to this gospel is tied to my inability to answer unequivocally Kathy’s question about what I’m doing to harness my energies to do good. Maybe too many of my efforts are focused on my own good, on my wants. Thank you for the reminder to direct my energies to doing good to those who cross my path each day, and those who fall beneath my notice.

  4. leehemmingerSeptember 21, 2010 at 5:33 pm

    I, along with Michael, find this parable challenging. It seems the steward is considered prudent in his actions to save his hide in the future, rather than focusing on doing good for the needy. While his actions did have the consequence of providing some relief to the debtors, they were cunning and calculating in nature. Maybe it’s Jesus’ way of telling us that no matter how much we cheat him of our loyalty, we will be forgiven even if our retribution is provoked merely by self interest. Gosh, if the steward had only acknowledged some sorrow and regret for the pain caused to the poor in the past I would have found the parable to have a better message. Answering the question was equally difficult as then I had to contemplate the measure of my energy these days! Does it count that I stopped to pick up a dog in the middle of the road, found him to still be alive, and despite my fatigue drove him to an emergency clinic, waiting around to be sure he would survive?

  5. brebis galeuseSeptember 21, 2010 at 10:22 pm

    I had a difficult time with the question, “What energies are you harnessing to do good?” I cannot couch my response in positive terms. I tried to turn it around, but I found that I wasn’t able to see it from a different perspective.

    Whenever I harness my limited energy to do good, people take advantage of me by expecting more than I am able to give. When I explain that my energy is limited by chronic illness (a fact of which most of them are well aware), they get angry as if I am rejecting them.

    We live in an extremely self-absorbed society, where other people look at us in terms of what we can do for them, with no consideration of what they might do for others. Takers are abundant. Givers are abused. No matter how well we model generosity, there are people who are just waiting in the wings to take rather than give. In order to do good for others, we must guard against abuses of our generosity.

  6. brebis galeuseSeptember 21, 2010 at 10:24 pm

    P.S. And isn’t that a shame?

  7. leehemmingerSeptember 22, 2010 at 1:21 am

    Yes, Brebis, it is. But, all we can give is what we have. No more, no less. And, that is enough in the eyes of our loving God. Blessings.

  8. mamidecincoSeptember 22, 2010 at 6:01 am

    When I read this Gospel, I tend to focus on the fact that the Steward had a choice. He could have chosen to continue to charge his “surcharge” for the debtors. But instead he chose to be “trustworthy” and as a result made friends with the debtors. He had a conversion of sorts, even if it was motivated by the fact that he would soon be fired and needed some friends. I am always left wondering what becomes of this steward. Do the debtors take him in and befriend him? Do they now see him as trustworthy? Does his conversion experience in this portion of his life have further reaching effects?

    Like Michael Carlos, I struggle to answer the question Kathy poses. What energies am I harnessing? Even though at times, I feel that my energy is set on “low”, I think of Christ and how tired he must have been trying to set aside time to go apart to pray and yet when the crowds followed him, he ministered to them. So, I feel that regardless of my own take on my energy level, I should be doing more because that’s what our Lord did. That’s what Blessed Mother Theresa did too…emptied herself in service to others. My answer then is, “I’m getting there one baby step at a time, striving always to give more” I pray that my efforts will be pleasing to God.

  9. DonnaSeptember 22, 2010 at 2:59 pm

    This subject has turned into great Conversations!
    To Brebis, I would like to say like leehemminger,it’s true there are people out there who take advantage of “the givers” of the world. Jesus told us this would happen, and we can only do what we can do.
    This Gospel also teaches us to be prudent. Live simplier lives dependent on fewer material things.
    The energies I am harnessing? I am trying to teach those who are searching for God in their lives. I have had such great teachers in my life (Kathy, Ben).
    Like Mamidecinco wonderfully stated, “one baby step at a time”
    God Bless

  10. MichaelCarlosSeptember 23, 2010 at 4:13 pm

    I couldn’t let Lee’s question go unanswered. Yes, it absolutely counts! It’s our time and energy that is most limited and precious, and sacrificing them for any of God’s creatures instead of our own comfort is doing good!

  11. adminkSeptember 23, 2010 at 8:39 pm

    What thoughtful and brave submissions this week. You know, I am lucky enough to actually know all the contributors this week. I am struck with the irony of the anxieties expressed here about possibly not harnessing enough energy for good. Why is it that God’s great ambassadors are always the ones who feel unworthy, and are always on the lookout for more ways to do good?

    I am inspired and challenged by each of you. Thank you for your contributions.

    Kathy

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Twenty-fourth Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C

11 September 2010
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Reflecting on Luke 15:1-32

Even though we live in a religious country with a strong religious heritage, the very core of religious faith―that a loving God actually exists and actually longs for communion with us―seems to elude us.

Return of the Prodigal Son (Rembrandt) c.1669

And so we’ve come around again to the great Lukan parables of the lost coin, the lost sheep, and the lost son.  (This only happens in Year C, where we heard the story on the Fourth Sunday of Lent and again today.)  What will it take for us to really hear that the Hound of Heaven will chase us through the alleyways of our lives in order to catch us and look us in the eye and say, for the millionth time, but didn’t you know that everything I have is yours?

So let’s let Francis Thompson, tortured opium addict and believer in God’s mercy, remind us once again:

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years;

I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways of my own mind; and in the midst of tears I hid from Him….

I wonder.  Do you suppose that Lost Sheep was watching in the canyons to see if the shepherd would really leave everything to find her?  How delicious that must have felt, to hear him calling for her, and hear the relief in his voice when she stepped from her hiding place and he wrapped her up in his arms and carried her home.

Hey, do you know someone who’s ready to be found?  It’s not easy to step out of the dark canyon.  It takes a lot of humility to admit that we are loved that much.

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6 Comments to “Twenty-fourth Sunday – Ordinary Time Cycle C”

  1. brebis galeuseSeptember 12, 2010 at 4:14 pm

    As a convert, I felt unqualified to train my son when he was ready to receive his First Communion. His father (a lifelong Catholic) wasn’t interested in being involved. I went to the Director of Religious Education at our parish to discuss the situation. When I told her that I was grossly unqualified to help Curt, she said, “I will put you down to teach first grade.” I thought she was nuts, but I agreed.

    Once the CCE classes started, she told me that catechists had to be certified by the Archdiocese of Denver. I didn’t even know what “catechist” meant! I agreed to give it a try. Can you say “Holy Spirit?”

    So, as I attended the classes every week and learned about the faith, I was astounded at the knowledge I gained and the insights into Catholicism and spirituality. Our DRE Mary Zebley was the one who truly converted me to the Catholic faith. I was lost and just going through the motions when she found me and brought me to an understanding of the motions I was simply going through. I will always be grateful to her for “finding” me.

  2. leehemmingerSeptember 12, 2010 at 6:05 pm

    One summer when I was about eleven or twelve, after my grandparents divorced, I was living with my mom and step-dad in Arizona. For some reason, I went from neighbor to neighbor, going to church with different ones,no matter what denomination, seeking SOMETHING. We moved into a trailer court in Tucson, where I met a wonderful family, Bill and Nan Murray and their older children, Tom and Kitty. Nan was pretty much bed-ridden with heart problems, but she was always covered with a beautiful afghan and had a bright smile and a deep faith. Each night, the family gathered around her and recited the rosary, and they invited me to join them. Then, Bill asked me if I would like to attend church with them the next day. Boy, did I!!
    Walking into that Church of the Sacred Heart that Sunday felt like I had arrived “home”. Each Sunday after that I was ready and attended mass with Bill, Tom and Kitty. Bill would sit beside me, and whisper in my ear as the mass progressed, letting me know what was happening and what was expected of me.
    At the end of the summer, Bill approached my parents and told them that he and Nan would like to pay my tuition to Sacred Heart School if they would consent. Thus, my only two years of Catholic education, in 7th and 8th grade.
    Truly, the Murray family “found” me in my wandering and led me to the faith that has sustained me for the rest of my life. To this day, there are times during the mass that I can actually hear that whisper in my ear, and offer a prayer of thanks for the blessings of this generous and faith-filled family.

  3. CrisSeptember 14, 2010 at 1:56 am

    Dear brevis and leehemminger,
    I am scheduled to give a parish mission in Virginia, and one of the topics I’ll be reflecting on with the parishioners is conversion.
    The two stories each of you shared convinced me that the phenomenom of conversion is not excluively tied up to dramatic moments, ala St Paul of Tarsus.
    Thank you for pointing to the ordinary kindness of people as God’s vehicle of conversion.
    Please pray for me presentation— Cris

  4. DonnaSeptember 14, 2010 at 2:53 am

    Your stories have touched my heart, thank you for sharing!
    that is the beautiful part of this website, the sharing.
    Many years ago I left my hometown, my 7 year old daughter and I (she is now 38) so it was a long time ago! My marriage was over, try as I did, I couldn’t fix it. This was a desert period in my life, I felt like such a failure.
    I stopped going to mass, I stopped praying. One day a sister went to my daughters elementary school and asked if anyone in that class wanted to receive their first Communion. Of course she raised her little hand. The classes were going to be held in a community center after school. She started attending. One day she told me, “Sister said we should go to mass and sit up front so that I can see what’s going on”. I said ok, I guess we can do that. I didn’t know where any churches were in Denver, but I found Holy Ghost parish.
    Well, the Holy Spirit had other plans than just having that little girl learn about mass. Slowly, I began to feel the healing love of God in my heart. I came back into the arms of my Lord, who had never left my side…it was I who left Him! The rest is history so they say. I have come a long way!
    Cris, I am praying for you and your presentation!
    Thank you all!
    Donna

  5. mikeandbetsySeptember 14, 2010 at 9:17 pm

    I was found by Sister Guadalupe, my first grade teacher. I was afraid of her on the first day. I was 5 1/2 and she was the first nun I had ever seen; with the full starched habit and all. I screamed and acted out. I had to be taken home, and was even more afraid to go to school the next day. But she treated me with gentle kindness; a few moments in her presence took all fear away. She showed me about Jesus, not so much in words, but in that loving presence. I had fears, and she found me, to hold me until they went away.
    A priest asked a question to a group of parents of which I was a part, later on, when I had a young son. Fr. Jim asked, have you shown your children the ROOTS of what it means to be Catholic, that is, have you SHOWN them some of who Jesus is? When Kathy asked “Do you recall a time of being found?” I remembered Sister Guadalupe, and Fr. Jim’s counsel when I was a single parent also was something I thought of.
    In the three parables of Sunday’s Gospel, the shepherd with the lost sheep and the woman who lost the coin were persistent seekers of the one they lost. Yet the father only waited for his son, or else grieved, thinking he was never coming back. Was it because the son asked for his share of the inheritance (kingdom), and the father knew that his son had thought at that time that the father had nothing more to give him? Did the father know better, but was forced to wait? Because he knew the son thought he had all he needed…I wonder if we make God just wait for us, not be a seeker of us but a grieving waiting father, because we think we have all we need, in the material world we live in. And we forget about Him, draining our spiritual resources in a “life of dissipation”. I hope I always remember the person who showed me about Jesus, because I still need to be shown now, as much as I needed it at 5 1/2.

  6. adminkSeptember 14, 2010 at 11:00 pm

    Claudia, I have NEVER thought of this before. I LOVE this, and am going to steal it from you the next time the Prodigal Son story comes up (which won’t be for 3 years, but I’ll remember).

    Did everybody see this? The son stayed away so long because he didn’t think his father had anything more for him, other than the sliver of inheritance he had received (since the Older Son would have received the much larger sum). Doesn’t that sound EXACTLY like every twenty-and thirty-and forty-something former Catholic we all know: the Church gave me what I needed, I am now an ethical person who knows right from wrong, the Church has nothing more for me. Don’t bug me about it anymore.

    Hmm. Maybe JESUS has something more, always, always something more…

    Thanks for the beautiful, rich sharings this week, everybody.

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