Tuesday, April 20, 2021

Bread of Life

 John 6:35,37. “I am the bread of life; whoever comes to me will never hunger, and whoever believes in me will never thirst....Everything that the Father gives me will come to me, and I will not reject anyone who comes to me.”

You and I are among the ones who come to the Son because of the Father.  If we so choose. And to be in the Father and the Son means to live as they show us.   We’re not trying to prove anything to anyone, we are simply alive in love.  

Monday, April 12, 2021

A Good Day to Die?

 This morning, I read a twitter post by a lady who’s husband just died at age 38.  My heart and prayers go out to her.  These are the losses that are so difficult!  She noted that 38 is not an age to die.  Well, neither are 16 and 19, the ages of my children when they died.  Both the person who tweeted and me are Catholic, and we believe in eternal life.  Therefore, are we selfish because a spouse, child, close friend, loved one in our life dies suddenly?  Not at all.  When my daughters died, a lady told me not to worry or be upset because they were with God.  Well, I said, that’s the point of my grief....they’re with God, but they aren’t with us.   We don’t deny them that gift, heck, we longed for them and tried to prepare them to receive that gift!  The hard part is that we have to continue the journey without them present.  It’s not an easy journey,

As I wrote above, my heart...and prayers...go to the lady who tweeted, and to all who have recently lost loved ones.  Every morning I pray for those who will die today, and for those they love. That really could be any one of us.  

Monday, March 22, 2021

The Eyes of Mercy

 In the Gospel of this day,  we have the story of the temple leaders who brought the prostitute before Christ, seeking her condemnation.   He silently waits for them to settle down after their citing the charges against the woman, and then challenges that the ones “without sin cast the first stone.”   The air is deflated from their balloon.  One by one they quietly slip away.  Jesus is alone with the woman, and forgives her.

Jesus looked at the leaders, and the woman, through eyes of mercy, not condemnation.  If we claim in any way to be followers of Christ, we also need to be looking at life through a Christ-like lens...through the eyes of mercy.  Scapegoating brings emotional short term pleasure and self-righteousness.  Mercy brings forgiveness and love.   This became the focus of my meditation today.  Am I, a servant of Christ, looking at the world through the eyes of mercy


Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Ash Wednesday

 It’s about 4 degrees with about 10 inches of snow visible through the dining room window.  Driveway is clear and later on I will be off to pray, distribute ashes and the Eucharist and then prep a few classes. 

For sometime, I’ve discerned coming back to this.  Amidst the winter surge, I think I hear a “do it.”  

This is a place for quiet reflection.  It was started with Elijah in mind, and the broom tree where he took his “retreat” and was prepared for the next step in the journey.  It was started as a part of my own grief work after the loss of my children in a car crash, followed by the death of my brother in the WTC on 9/11.  After all that, I needed a broom tree.  Everybody needs a broom tree.

On this Ash Wednesday, in Matthew’s Gospel, Jesus instructs us how to live our lives in His love. When it comes to prayer, he urges to go to our “inner room” and pray to the Father “in secret” and the Father will hear us “in secret.”  

In short, go to your broom tree.  Stop.  Breathe.  Rest.  Pray.  Listen.  Be still. Know the Lord. 

This blog is not meant to be your broom tree.  It is meant to maybe help you along in coming to know the Father while in that “inner room” or under the broom tree.    Elijah would leave the broom tree to go to Mt. Horeb, where he would have his encounter with the Lord.   Where are you headed.  

Ash Wednesday is a good broom tree day.  Take some time to go to the secret room today. 

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

St. Martin of Tours

 Today is the memorial of St. Martin of Tours, fourth century monk, priest, bishop who worked tirelessly as a servant of God up to the time of his death in the year 397.  He is/was the first saint who was not a martyr, so I understand.  More so, he was a model pastor.   

St. Martin simply gave his life for Christ.  We are called to do so as well, in the way Jesus calls each of us to do.  We tend to want to ignore that or forget that, and live a “Catholic life” based on what we decide that will be.  St. Martin simply followed Christ completely.  He allowed Christ to lead.

Today, we are called to live the baptismal promise of  “priest,” not the sacramental but the evangelical.  As  disciples sent to all corners of...if not the world, then our neighborhood.  Or maybe within our own four walls.  It depends.  It is not an easy call to follow, especially in our country.  

I’ve found St. Martin to be an example of discipleship.  On call 24-7. Go where needed, do what is called for.  You really can’t plan this because it is Christ who will send you.  It’s a matter of prayer and humility...being open to God’s call in your life and willing to go where sent when you hear it.  Not an easy task, but one that brings peace to one’s heart.   

St. Martin of Tours, pray for us.

Sunday, September 6, 2020

Changes

 Yesterday, I noticed the changing of the seasons slipping into our lives.  The sun begins it’s descent  and the shadows are a bit longer, the sunlight a bit softer.  The trees are in late summer green.  Green, looking tired, not as fresh as May or June.  Daylight is noticeably shorter.  The last moments of a pandemic summer.  Thought it would be a good time to jump back in here again.  Have been avoiding it.  When I left radio for the last time, I reached a point where I wanted nothing to do with media.  Instead, I wanted to get away and follow the call of a parish deacon.  Which is just what I have been doing.  Except this blog kept popping up in prayer.  And I kept trying to avoid it, until this morning.   Over a very early breakfast (I have a full slate of Masses this morning,)  I returned for the first time in ages to Sister Anne Flanagan’s “Nunblog” to see that the “media nun” is still at it.  Still at it, because that’s her call.  Well, I’ve been a “media whatever” most of my life.  So here I am again.  And I think this is the medium where I belong right now.  So we go forward.  Prayers, please.  Always needed.

Monday, October 8, 2018

The Good Samaritan

The Good Samaritan in Luke's Gospel passage today.  It stays with me as I begin to move through the day.

Who is the Good Samaritan?   Jesus Christ.  Who is the robbery victim lying along the road?  Those who have been deeply wounded by their sins and by the tragedies of life.  This road between Jerusalem and Jericho goes through rugged desert country.  It is not an easy trek.

The Good Samaritan comes to heal all, no exceptions.   The victim is all of us.

But is that all?   No.  Just as we can be the priest and Levine, too concerned with their own issues, we can also be the Samaritan when we live in Christ.   When we live in Christ, we become his icon, his tool.   Our love of Christ leads us to act in loving mercy of...all.   All.   To be a disciple, you cannot pick and choose.  All.

In the Office of Readings today, Ambrose writes that when we pray we should be praying for others first and foremost.  Do you not think that Christ will know and serve the needs of the disciples who follow him by giving of themselves first?   To those who give, much will be given.

Walking with this today.  May you all find true peace in your lives.