October 31, 2012

I promise, I will catch up! For now, I have a family obligation that requires my attention...

Bear with me!!! 

We should be back on schedule by the end of the week!!!!

Should Christians Celebrate Halloween?

Well, it's that time of year, ghosties and goblins roaming the neighborhoods...although these days, you are more likely to see a flock of Angry Birds and various incarnations of crime-fighting heroes mingling with the more traditional princesses, monsters and cereal -boxes.

And every year, the question comes up....should Christians be celebrating Halloween?

Our area is pretty conservative, and loaded with churches, Catholic, non-Catholic and non-Christian. The United Methodist church down the street from our house holds "trunk-or-treat."  Another area church sponsors "Eternal Destination- Hell House," which they do not outright describe, but you get the point.

With a heavy Hispanic population, we also have our Dia de los Muertos commemorations popping up, too.

What to do? How do you tackle the subject of the origins of Halloween with young, impressionable minds?

After raising seven young Catholic Americans, my advice ( take it or leave it) is this: let them have fun. Let them eat candy ( as long as they share with Mom and Dad). If you have enough kids, dress up as Snow White, Prince Charming and the Seven Dwarves. (Yeah. We did. We came in 2nd place to the Village People) And never let them forget the real meaning of Halloween: it is the eve ( vigil) of All Saint's day.

You see, the American incarnation of Halloween is just that: American. When I was in high school, our foreign exchange students never had any idea what was going on- can you imagine trying to explain it? "Kids dress up in costumes and knock on doors all over the neighborhood begging for candy. And almost everyone gives them some."

While some insist Halloween itself is pagan ( and there have been over the centuries and are pagan influences in its observance now), Halloween as a CHRISTIAN holiday dates back to the very early AD 600's: it is the night before All Saints' Day, a Holy Day of Obligation for Catholics ( meaning we go to Mass either the evening of 10/31 or the morning of 11/1...unless either of those days is already a Saturday or Sunday).

On All Saints' day, we honor those who have gone before us, marked with the sign of faith. You see, while the Church tells us when investigation has shown we can be certain a person is in heaven, there are countless souls who have not received that official designation ( called canonization), but whose souls are in heaven. All Saints' Day is for them, their own personal feast day. And the following day- November 2nd, we celebrate All Souls' Day, remembering the holy souls in purgatory, awaiting their entrance into heaven.

(We'll talk more about purgatory in November, because we take the entire month of November to pray in a special way for those who have died.)

So...how to approach Halloween with young ones if you want to avoid to spooky stuff?

Look at the heroes of our faith: the saints.

When I taught at St Charles, I had the 7th graders dress as saints and we did a presentation for the younger PSR students. When I post this on Facebook, I'll be curious to see if any of my former students say anything remembering that day. Haley, Lizzie, Jessica, Stephen, Jackie- I remember Chris... I do remember Jenny as St Francis of Assisi and Debbie as St Gianna Beretta Molla. Bailey as St Elizabeth Ann Seton. Corey was---a bishop-- and he had his OWN mitre... I think he was St Charles... (I know some of you I had 4th grade, but not 7th...)

When I was Catechetical Leader at St John's, I encouraged the children- and teachers- to dress up for our Halloween party.... as a saint or any person, living or dead, who has been a holy example in their lives. I dressed one year as Sister Mary Johnene Wellman ( of happy memory, who asked me to start teaching PSR- I blame her :-) ) There were many great examples. Priests and nuns and aunts and -yes- the occasional canonized saint. Emily, Savanah, Maddie, Bryce, Nicole, Schylar, MacKenzie, Colton... and their folks- any memories? Lucas and Jason both dressed as priests, though different years... Andrew was his grandfather, our deacon. Bryce was his dad.

We also took that day of our party to write on crosses the names of loved ones who have passed away and parishioners lost in the previous year. We put them on a bulletin board and prayed for them at the beginning and end of every class during November.

It was what Halloween should be, a joyful celebration of life and of our hope in Jesus Christ, and thanksgiving for the holy men and women he puts in our lives, who truly are the heroes of our faith....and a reminder that we must never forget to pray for the souls of those who have left our sight on this earth.

Let's reclaim Halloween as the Christian holiday it is meant to be!

The First Glorious Mystery- The Resurrection of Jesus

The First Glorious Mystery- The Resurrection of Jesus

Several years ago, we started attended the Easter Vigil Mass (rather than Easter Sunday) again because our children as a group were old enough. The incident is recorded in the annals of Alderman history. Consider it our version of The Best Christmas Pageant Ever.  I'll not go into it here. We'll just say that after the Mass, the associate pastor and the two of our offspring who were serving couldn't wait to hustle over and find out what was so outrageously funny in the Alderman pew.

The final incident in the string of you-can't make-this-stuff-up comedic moments...the one that sent us all over the edge, went like this:
       The pastor ( who was not my biggest fan to begin with) was giving his homily. He talked about the first commemoration of Easter after Christ rose from the dead- in essence, the first Easter Vigil. How the apostles built a fire and waited through the night. "They waited. And they waited. And do you know what they were waiting for?" he asked.

A small voice beside me answered loudly , "The Easter Bunny?"

Yeah. Boy, did I get a look from the pulpit.




Most of us have had the experience of standing at a graveside. The rite of committal is over, it is time to leave. Time to go home.

It seems difficult to do, though. It seems so final. No one wants to be the first to walk away...eventually someone does, perhaps with some parting words to the immediate family. A few people will linger longer than others,

Imagine how the followers of Jesus felt. They had rolled the stone in front of the grave to close it. It was time to leave, the sun was setting and it was the eve of a holy day. They had to go.

Confusion. Sorrow. Despair. Loneliness.

We know how they felt. How empty that evening and the next day must have been without their friend, their teacher. How painful it must have been, replaying the events of Friday, realizing how they had let him down, how they had not been there for him. Conversation was, I'm sure, difficult, as they each confronted their sorrow and guilt in their own way.

Sunday morning. The women go to the tomb to complete the burial rituals for which there had not been time.
Get your Bible.
Matthew 28:1-10
Mark 16:1-8
Luke 24:1-12
John 20 1-18

While the accounts differ slightly, that does not mean there is conflict among them. In fact, most of the details can easily be formed into one account.

So contrast the feelings on that first Easter Sunday with those on Good Friday. I'm betting they were still plenty confused, but were they starting to piece it together?

"Destroy this temple and I will raise it up in three days" John 2:19
"And he began to teach them, that the Son of man must suffer many things, and be rejected of the elders, and [of] the chief priests, and scribes, and be killed, and after three days rise again." Mark 8:31
"From that time forth began Jesus to tell his disciples that he must go to Jerusalem, and suffer many things of the elders and chief priests and scribes, and be killed, and be raised again the third day."  Matthew 16:21

...it was more than they could dare hope.

Hope is the lesson of the First Glorious Mystery. We stand by the grave, and we hope. We hope that everything Christ is promised is true. We hope that those we love are in a better place. We hope that one day, we, too, will share in that promise. And we always must remember that we cannot get to Easter Sunday without first journeying through Good Friday.

The Fifth Sorrowful Mystery- Jesus Dies on the Cross

The Fifth Sorrowful Mystery- Jesus Dies on the Cross

When my youngest daughter was 3 1/2, we attended a Mass at Historic St Patrick's in Toledo, OH.

We sat in the pew before Mass began, and she gazed at the large crucifix which hung quite near us. It was a beautiful perspective that made me feel as though I was at the foot of the cross.... as though I was at Calvary.

Already rather precocious in her faith, my daughter gazed at the crucifix as I watched her. Without taking her eyes from it, she asked, "Mommy, why did Jesus have to die?"

Well, there's the $64 thousand-dollar question. Holy cow!

Why did Jesus have to die? How do you answer that for anyone, let alone a three-year-old??

And in one of those moments in which you know the Holy Spirit is right there with you, I put my arm around her and was able to give her an answer:

"Jesus had to die because we forget how to love one another."

After a brief "hey-that-wasn't-a-bad answer" gloat, I thought about it....it really is the answer, isn't it?

We forget how to love each other, and that is where a good chunk of the misery in the world originates.

We don't stop and think how deeply a wise-crack can cut.
We forget that to truly love a person, we must always make our choices for that person's benefit, not based on what we want for ourselves.
We forget that people we see every day carry hidden hurts that affect how they present themselves, and we judge them based on what we see.

We refuse to give up the sinful pride that goes all the way back to Adam and Eve- the pride that was the original sin that has reached through the ages and led to a little girl's question.

Why did Jesus have to die? ...Because we forget how to love one another.....The lesson of the Fifth Sorrowful Mystery.

The Fourth Sorrowful Mystery- Jesus Takes Up His Cross

The Fourth Sorrowful Mystery- Jesus Takes Up His Cross

Jesus told his disciples they must deny themselves, take up their cross and follow him. (MT 16:24, MK 8:34, LK 9:23)

It sounds so sanitary...just pick up the cross and follow.  Even gazing upon the crucifixes in churches, they are ( for the most part) neat, clean... You'll even find parishes that have an atrocity known as the 'risen Christ' crucifix. we're jumping ahead, but Jesus died on the cross, he didn't rise from it.

But I digress.

Contrary to the 'health and wealth' or 'prosperity' gospel preached by some, my Bible reads differently. If we are disciples, we take up the cross, and we walk the path Jesus walked.

If you go to Jerusalem and walk the Via Dolorosa, you will be surprised at how it is marked. Simple Roman-numeral plaques mounted on walls designate each of the traditional Stations of the Cross, until you approach the last few which are all contained in the Church of the Holy Sepulcher.  Along the way, you are reminded of the insults, taunt and abuse that was all part of the sport of crucifixion. The crowd would join in- it wasn't only the soldiers.

And the condemned had to face it alone, crushed under the weight of the cross- or at least the cross-beam. It was a spectacle. A bloody, violent, humiliating spectacle.

And Jesus? He did it after the horrendous night before: betrayed by his disciple, abandoned by his friends, whipped, beaten, spat upon, crowned with thorns....and now- when it is difficult to imagine him having any strength left...he takes up the heavy wood and bears it alone.

Until Simon of Cyrene is pressed into service. Imagine how embarrassing it was for Simon, but he didn't have a choice.

We all have crosses, the trials and hardships of life. And I know, sometimes I wonder how I will get through them- especially when I feel so terribly alone.

But we are never truly alone. We have a Savior who walked the road before us...and is waiting for us at it's end.

The Third Sorrowful Mystery- Jesus is Crowned with Thorns

The Third Sorrowful Mystery- Jesus is Crowned with Thorns

MT 27:27-31, MK 15:16-20, JN 19:2-3

The crowning with thorns took place immediately after the scourging; Jesus' back, bruised and raw, was draped with a heavy scarlet (more of a purplish- red) military cloak, likely made of wool. The fabric would have absorbed the blood and stuck to the wounds. Then the soldiers wove a crown of thorny barbs and didn't just place it- crammed it- onto his head.

These guys didn't mess around.

It was a mob-mentality thing. Who can some up with a more humiliating, more vicious way to treat the prisoner? It was a game.

The descriptions in the Gospels are bad enough. it makes you wonder what they did to Jesus that didn't make it onto the pages.

 And when they were through, they tore the cloak off his back, re-opening the wounds from the scourging.


What lesson can we possibly learn from this?

How do we in any way mock and humiliate Jesus Christ?

How do you feel about the the Church's stand on artificial contraception?
Artificial/ In-vitro fertilization?
Divorce?
Female priests?
Abortion?
The Real Presence in the Eucharist?

How do you treat the gift of your sexuality?
How many porn sites have you visited?
Read 50 Shades of Gray?
Do you masturbate?
Pre-marital and extra-marital sex?
Lusted after anyone lately?

Are you completely and totally honest in your dealings with other people?
Are you on Facebook while you are at work?
Do you give back incorrect change?

When's the last time you saw the inside of a confessional?

The Lord gave us his Bride, the Church, as a lawful authority and presence in our lives. The Church stands as the visible body of Christ, and we are compelled to obey the Church by our love of the God who loved us so much he didn't spare his own Son...just so we could be happy in heaven with him one day.

Spurning that lawful authority, we are the soldiers crowning Jesus with thorns, mocking him and spitting in his face.

That is the lesson of the Third Sorrowful Mystery.


For a more complete---practically exhaustive list of Sins That Must Be Confessed, ( in English and Spanish!) follow the link.  Write down each one you are guilty of, and be humbled. Then go to Confession and get rid of it all!!!!!!!!

The Second Sorrowful Mystery- The Scourging at the Pillar

The Second Sorrowful Mystery- The Scourging at the Pillar

MT 27:26, MK 15:15, JN 19:1

The Gospels are remarkably silent on the scourging. Pretty much all they say is "Pilate had Jesus scourged."

Which makes one wonder.... WHY? Why not say more?

The answer is simple- because their readers fully understood what scourging meant.

Some years ago, I read a book called A Doctor at Calvary by Pierre Barbet. It was a difficult read for two reasons. First, it was originally written in French, and was translated into English by a native speaker of French, so a lot of the phrasing was awkward. Second, the subject matter. Through extensive research, Barbet learned the physiology of Roman crucifixion, and the antecedent torture that usually accompanied it.

After whichever-Pope-it-was read it, he received Barbet and with tears told him, "We didn't know.No one had ever told us."

I have not seen- I refuse to see- "The Passion of the Christ", because I know what happens; A Doctor at Calvary was one of the references Mel Gibson used when writing the screenplay. Besides, I won't watch "Titanic" either.  [SPOILER ALERT: the boat sinks. I hope I didn't ruin it for you :-) ]

Long, gruesome story short, scourging was done with leather straps tied to a stick. Each of the straps had a lead weight at the end. The weights pummeled and tenderized the skin of the victim, then the leather straps eventually sliced open the bruised skin. It was so severe, many victims never made it to their crosses.


Yet it was our infirmities that he bore, our sufferings that he endured, While we thought of him as stricken, as one smitten by God and afflicted. But he was pierced for our offenses, crushed for our sins, Upon him was the chastisement that makes us whole, by his stripes we were healed. (Isaiah 53:4-5)

In a coloring book about the Rosary that I wrote some years ago, this mystery is represented by a picture of Jesus back. The color-er was to add the scourge marks... remembering that each of them was inflicted by each of us individually. I did that. You did it, too. Every sin, Jesus took the hit. No one ever wanted to take the red crayon to that page. Until I went through an examination of conscience with them and asked them to make a mark every time they had committed a sin I mentioned. Most of the students were in tears by the time we finished.


Prior to the order to scourge Jesus, Pilate offered a deal to the people. He would release a prisoner to them. He really wanted to release Jesus, but when offered them a choice, they chose the prisoner Barabbas.

The prefix BAR. Means "son of."   ABBAS... was a title Jesus used addressing God the Father. It is the equivalent of "dad" or "father."   The people called for the release of Barabbas.... the son of the father. Hmmmmmmmm......... makes you think, doesn't it?

Now, let's get back to Pilate for a moment. He really did try to find a way to set Jesus free- especially after the dream his wife had to "not interfere in the case of that holy man." (MT27:19) Her concern was for her husband, not Jesus. Pilate repeatedly said he found no guilt in Jesus. yet he failed to stand up the crowd because he was afraid.

Lesson #1 of the Second Sorrowful Mystery- sin is an ugly word. And every time I sin, I add another lashing to Jesus' back. Kinda puts things in perspective, doesn't it?

Lesson #2- When your gut is telling you what is right, and the crowd says the opposite...do the right thing.