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Tune in tomorrow for Messy Quest Monday…

Messy  Quest Monday? What about Monday musing? Well, we will be musing  – complete with multiple posts, which will include an interview, a guest post and a book review. But wait – that’s not all! If you leave a comment on any of the posts, your name will be entered into a drawing to receive a free book. And yes, you can enter more than once.

What is this Messy Quest business all about? On Monday we will be a stop on the blog tour for the new book, “The Messy Quest for Meaing: Five Catholic Practices for Finding Your Vocation,” by Stephen Martin. (From Sorin Books, an imprint of Ave Maria Press.)

Here is the schedule for the day…

  • 7am – Introduction and a short interview with Stephen Martin
  • 12n – A guest post from the Messy Quest author on the messy business of interruptions
  • 4pm – My review of the book

Don’t forget, you can win a copy of the book by leaving a comment. Three winners will be drawn, one from each of my blogs.

See you tomorrow as we explore Messy Quest Monday with Stephen Martin!

Saturday Song – Double Play

We just celebrated Ascension Thursday and we are in the powerful time of prayer that leads to Pentecost. In the meantime, Jesus was very clear that we are to go spread the “good news.” To that end I post two songs today.

The first is Veni Sancte Spiritus from Taize. Come Holy Spirit, Come!

I also wanted to find a video of Go Out in the World by Ed Bolduc. This was the closing hymn at the Ascension liturgy that marked the close of Spring Enrichment on Thursday. What do you know, the video that I found comes from our own diocese, from the Music & Liturgy at Pyramid Lake -An Experience for Youth at Pyramid Life Center! What a reminder of what we are called to do by our Lord!

Ascension

Ascension Thursday is 40 days after Easter.

As we know, Easter is when Jesus rose from the dead. He stayed with his disciples for 40 days, 40 always being a number to pay attention to. The Jews wandered in the desert with Moses for 40 years. Jesus went into the desert, prior to being crucified, for 40 days. Now another 40 days has passed and Jesus must go to the Father. 40 days always reminds us to remember who we are and where we came from, 40 days means to go forward in confidence, that no matter what, God is always with us – as Jesus has promised before He ascended.

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Monday Musing

The Easter season will soon come to an end. Easter, like Christmas, does not come to an end the day of the holiday. With Christmas, Ordinary time comes more quickly, but with Easter, we do have 50 days before Ordinary time returns.

On Thursday we will celebrate the Feast of the Ascension. In many dioceses, Ascension is moved to the following Sunday, but we do note the particular day here. The days between Ascension and Pentecost are very powerful. Jesus has ascended and we await the coming of the Holy Spirit, who Jesus promises will give us wisdom.

As we are about to enter this important time of prayer, maybe we can all reflect on what we might pray for. At the same time, at least for me, I am going to pray for openness to whatever the Holy Spirit offers. Every year, I make an Ascension to Pentecost novena. Instead of being specific about what I want the Holy Spirit to bring, maybe this year I will simply pray for the gift of an open mind and heart.

Whatever you pray for, please know that I pray with you – and I thank you for praying with me. That is why we are all together here in community. Pentecost – not to get to far ahead of ourselves – does celebrate the unity that we know and find in our common union with Christ Jesus, and with one another.

Saturday Song – A month of Marian posts

A Marian song, for a Marian month, Taize’s double canon Magnificat. I love this song, we sing it at Evening Prayer at St. Edward the Confessor. (We offer weekly Evening Prayer during Lent and Advent, all are welcome.) We have begun to sing it in this fashion, as a round. It is quite lovely and a reminder of the power of Mary’s words.

Please note, at least on my computer, this was LOUD. So please mind your volume!

A month of Marian posts – Our Lady of Guadalupe

Today, during this Marian month of May, we look to the Patroness of the Americas, Our Lady of Guadalupe. Here is some information from the Saint of the Day page at American Catholic.

The feast in honor of Our Lady of Guadalupe goes back to the sixteenth century. Chronicles of that period tell us the story.

A poor Indian named Cuauhtlatohuac was baptized and given the name Juan Diego. He was a 57-year-old widower and lived in a small village near Mexico City. On Saturday morning, December 9, 1531, he was on his way to a nearby barrio to attend Mass in honor of Our Lady.

He was walking by a hill called Tepeyac when he heard beautiful music like the warbling of birds. A radiant cloud appeared and within it a young Native American maiden dressed like an Aztec princess. The lady spoke to him in his own language and sent him to the bishop of Mexico, a Franciscan named Juan de Zumarraga. The bishop was to build a chapel in the place where the lady appeared.

Eventually the bishop told Juan Diego to have the lady give him a sign. About this same time Juan Diego’s uncle became seriously ill. This led poor Diego to try to avoid the lady. The lady found Diego, nevertheless, assured him that his uncle would recover and provided roses for Juan to carry to the bishop in his cape or tilma.

When Juan Diego opened his tilma in the bishop’s presence, the roses fell to the ground and the bishop sank to his knees. On Juan Diego’s tilma appeared an image of Mary as she had appeared at the hill of Tepeyac. It was December 12, 1531

Comment:

Mary’s appearance to Juan Diego as one of his people is a powerful reminder that Mary and the God who sent her accept all peoples. In the context of the sometimes rude and cruel treatment of the Indians by the Spaniards, the apparition was a rebuke to the Spaniards and an event of vast significance for Native Americans. While a number of them had converted before this incident, they now came in droves. According to a contemporary chronicler, nine million Indians became Catholic in a very short time. In these days when we hear so much about God’s preferential option for the poor, Our Lady of Guadalupe cries out to us that God’s love for and identification with the poor is an age-old truth that stems from the Gospel itself.

Quote:

Mary to Juan Diego: “My dearest son, I am the eternal Virgin Mary, Mother of the true God, Author of Life, Creator of all and Lord of the Heavens and of the Earth…and it is my desire that a church be built here in this place for me, where, as your most merciful Mother and that of all your people, I may show my loving clemency and the compassion that I bear to the Indians, and to those who love and seek me…” (from an ancient chronicle).

This is really an extraordinary story, and one of the most beautiful in our church. I have spent a lot of time reading and studying this particular apparition, and I always moved by this chapter of our Mother Mary’s presence.

To understand the power of the story, one must enter into that time. The Spaniards were in serious conquest mode, and the indigenous people were really being pushed to convert to Catholicism. This was not a time to be proud of evangelizing efforts – the Spaniards thought of the natives as savages, and were not very charitable towards them in general.

Some, like Saint Juan Diego were converted, or at least baptized. Many of the local people felt the pressure of being under the foot of the Spanish, and were slow to follow. Many baptisms were done under this kind of duress. It does appear, that Saint Juan Diego was indeed a prayerful man, who had been converted in his heart. All that was about to change, illustrating to one and all, that conversion is an on-going process of faith for everyone, without exception.

It is what happens next that changes everything. Our Lady of Guadalupe does not appear to the Bishop or a priest, not to the men in all their finery, with their educations, and their books, and their words; the men with their extraordinary vestments and who were building churches. Nor does she does not appear to any of the Spanish Conquistadors, who have taken over the land as their own. She does not appear to Aztecs who were of a higher class than Juan Diego.

No, when Our Lady chooses, she chooses this Juan Diego, a “nobody” in his own words, a class below the classes. A simple man, a poor man, a humble man.

That is the story, like so much of what we find in Sacred Scripture, the story is inverted. God is forever using the outsider, the one on the edge, the one with no power or position, no real place at the table. It is an important reminder to us all – and it is a most beautiful thing as well.

After they first meet, Our Lady sends Juan Diego on a mission, which he does not succeed at. Then, as Juan Diego tries to avoid her, Mary finds him anyway. I love that part of the story and it brings to mind the great Annie Dillard line from The Pilgrim at Tinker Creek:

“Beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.”

The Guadalupe story is so much about how beauty and grace are ever present in the sacramental invitation to embrace all that is offered to us, with great and loving persistence by our God. God is calling to a certain type of person…. The ultimate outsider. The real shock is the the ultimate outsider is always ourselves.

And then – only when this ultimate outsider is called – then that is when the people open their hearts and change, be transformed and move more deeply into a life of faith. This life is a process, going on for all time.

Another story that comes to mind as I consider this is from the Gospel of John – the Samaritan Woman, at the Well. Jesus makes sense to her and to her compatriots, they are so far out that they have no place to go but in.

And those on the inside, they often remain confused and unconverted.

Like us.

It is a provocative thought for us to sit and pray, isn’t it? How are we the outsider? How are we the complacent insider? How are we proud? How are we humble? And how willing are we to change?

That is Mary, the Mother of God at work. Calling to us, loving us, bringing us forth. If, that is – we are willing to go. And she always goes to great lengths to find us.

Monday Musing

The Gospel from Sunday continues to resonate for me, there is something about the grapevine and the pruning that strikes deeply into my heart. The other readings were on target for me as well, especially the second, the letter from John.

About 8 years ago, I was in a really challenging series of circumstances, both professionally and personally. It really felt as if everything that was important was being torn away from me; I was truly adrift. One particularly bad chain of events had me in a terrible position at my job and I was sure that I was going to be the fall-guy for a situation gone very wrong.

My boss really seemed to have turned on me, and that was awful. We had to fly to California together and we sat in a stony silence at JFK airport, until she began to yell at me. It was not good. I got on the plane and was sitting in the rear, my boss was up front. I began to cry because I was so sure that I was about to be out of a job. Through my tears I prayed very clearly, asking in confidence for a miracle. Someone came to sit next to me, so I tried to dry my tears and look out the window.

When it was time to take off, and the announcements were made,  I stared out into the morning sky. Seat belts, safety information, anticipated flight time, the usual. Then the flight attendant added that there would be a movie shown. What movie would that be? “Our movie today will be Miracle, starring Kurt Russell.” I heard that and I began to laugh and cry at the same moment! Not that I took it completely literally, but I thought it was interesting that I had just prayed for a… miracle!

After landing my boss seemed fine as we drove to our destination, but once again the conversation turned to the situation at hand. Things had gone wrong, someone had to take the fall, it looked like it would be me. We parted and went to our rooms. I felt restless and frightened, so I headed out into the streets of Pasadena, to go for a walk.

As I walked, I struggled with the notion of just letting it all go, and trust that God would always be there for me. Some grace allowed me to barely begin to accept this. In my head I knew it, but to live that way? I came upon a small jewelry and gift shop and decided to enter. There I found a necklace, a filigree silver ball on a black silken cord. It was beautiful, and not terribly expensive, so on a whim, I purchased it. When I got back to my room, I opened the box and found a card inside. The jewelry maker was called Grapevine. The card had a short description of how grape vines had to be pruned very harshly in order to bear fruit. It was around this time of year, so perhaps this same Gospel was in my ears and on my heart?

Suddenly, I felt a rush of grace. No matter what was being cut or why, I did actually have to let go. Now this makes it all sound so facile, but it was part of a much bigger process. My life was really starting to change dramatically and I realized that what had to be cut, would be cut. Things had to change – and I had to change, and be willing to change, too.

I did not lose my job; in fact, within the year my boss had left and I was elevated. Every time I wore that necklace, (and I wear it still), I remembered the pruning.

God’s work in our lives is a mystery. We have to act in faith and ask for what we want, but be willing to accept what is and to cooperate with grace. This is hard work. Sometimes it means the cruelest pruning, but then comes the most bountiful vine.

This pruning does not mean that self-mortification is a good thing – God’s hand does the pruning and not our own. Nor does it justify mistreatment from others, again, God’s hand is at work. Does the mystery sometimes mean that either of those things can happen? Yes! However it is far too easy to get caught in justification or rejection of either.

God is the vine, we are the branches. Perhaps another musing for another day – we are the branches. This does not mean we get to lop off those we wish would go away. Ah… another musing, another day. God’s hand does the work, we simply cooperate or not.

Saturday Bonus – Plus! Fr. Jerry is home!

Father Jerry returned to Glenville on Friday! We are very happy to have him back; he will preside at all weekend masses. He looks great and it sounds as if his sabbatical time did what it was meant to do, renew and refresh him.

Welcome home Father Jerry! We all missed you!

Saturday Song (oops, late!)

Today, Jesus Wine of Peace by David Hass. I don’t know this song well, but it is the communion hymn for this weekend. Very well suited to that moment in the liturgy, as well as to the Scriptures.  The embed code is disabled, so you will have to click the link to see the video and hear the song!

Jesus, Wine of Peace.

Saturday Bonus – Spring Enrichment featuring James Martin, SJ

Each year our diocese hosts a large scale catechetical event, Spring Enrichment. This year’s theme is the Heart of Christ. I remember the first time that I attended Spring Enrichment in 2008, I could not believe it! There was (and is!) such a wide breadth of courses, seminars and speakers to choose from. Since that time, I have not missed a year, and I have been privileged to be an instructor, as well as involved with the planning of events.

This year we have a very major keynote speaker, Father James Martin, SJ. Father Jim has written numerous books, is often seen on television, has a pronounced presence on the internet and is also an editor at America magazine, the national Catholic weekly. A great list of Martin’s books has been compiled by my friend, Brother Daniel Horan, OFM and can be seen here.

Fr. Jim and I spent a little time on the phone recently and I wrote this column about him in today’s Times Union. (No subscription or registration required.) If you attend the evening event, you can support a wonderful charity, The Sister Maureen Joyce Center, which will benefit from ticket sales proceeds.

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