Renew Your Faith- Experience Holy Week: Part II- Good Friday

Nothing I write here can ever come close to helping any of us understand the true magnitude of what Jesus Christ did for us on that first Good Friday so many years ago.

But I can tell you this: When Jesus hung on the cross, his life draining from his body...he thought of you.

Let that sink in for a minute.

He was crucified for your sins.

Are you Pontius Pilate?

I used to believe Pilate got a bad rap. He was interested in Jesus, seemed to understand Jesus was somehow....special.

Pilate sought the truth.
Pilate wanted to release Jesus, and stated he found the Lord guilty of no crime deserving death.

Give Pilate a break!

But look again at what Pilate did- or, rather- failed to do. 

Pilate knew the truth- he knew Jesus was guilty of nothing.

And Pilate did nothing to save him.

Now, laying aside for the moment our 20/20 hindsight and knowledge of the scriptures, and that everything unfolded exactly as it was meant to be....think about that.

Pilate knew the truth, and did nothing to stop the evil.

How often do you do that? More often than you think.

"I don't believe in abortion, but I can't make decisions for other people."
"What's true for you isn't necessaritly true for me."
"Well, she's an adult. I can't say anything about what she does."
"It's OK, I'm mature enough to not let this get out of hand."
"What difference does it make if gays marry? I don't agree with it, but it doesn't affect me."
"God understands if I use artificial contraception."

Pilate was a moral relativist, and - thanks to what Pope Benedict XVI called "the dictatorship of relativism"- so is most of society. We've evolved to a place where objective truth no longer exists, everything is relative.

Well, that's a lie. And we all know who the Father of Lies is.

So- next time you find yourself failing to stand up for the truth against the crowd who thinks loud lies become truths, remember....you have company.

Pontius Pilate.

Renew Your Faith- Experience Holy Week, Part I: Holy Thursday

In our family, birthdays are never "one" day. Rather, they tend to stretch over two or more days for various reasons: work schedules, out-of-town children, and/or the general busy-ness of 21st century life. Just this weekend, we celebrated GG's 94th birthday on Saturday...and Sunday. You just can't get too much of a good thing.

Our Catholic faith gives us a good example of this. Christmas lasts for three weeks (or longer, depending on the way the days fall). The first Sunday after Christmas is the feast of the Holy Family. The second Sunday after Christmas is the Epiphany, and the third Sunday after Christmas is the Feast of the Baptism of the Lord, formally ending the Christmas Season. Advent- the four Sundays prior to Christmas - are not part of Christmas, despite what society tells us with all the decor appearing around the middle of October. (Click HERE for my blog post about Advent!)

Our celebration of Easter is the same way. Despite all the bunnies and eggs and pastel-colored Peeps surrounding us in retail outlets, we are not in the Easter season, it is still Lent. And today begins the end of our Lenten season: the Triduum. Latin for "three days," it marks our remembrance of Jesus Christ's passion and death...leading up to his glorious Resurrection on Easter Sunday.

The final week of Lent is a time for the most amazing liturgical celebrations of the entire year ( at least they should be!). Palm Sunday, Holy Thursday, Good Friday, ( if you are lucky, you'll get a Tenebrae service) Holy Saturday....all leading up to the holiest season for Christians: Easter. And- since it is so holy- we can't have Easter be just ONE day, or one week. Nope. We get FIFTY days of Easter!!! But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Log on to your local parish's web page. If the parish staff is worth their salt, they should have the homepage-(not the link for the bulletin, the actual HOME PAGE) updated with all the Holy Week Liturgies. The Facebook page and Twitter should be sending out the info every day this week. 

This is what you have to look forward to!

Holy Thursday: Mass of the Lord's Supper.... Probably my favorite Mass of the entire year, because it celebrates the institution of not ONE, but TWO sacraments. That in itself is pretty cool. One of the most moving parts of the Mass is when the priest removes his chasuble and stole and washes the feet of twelve MEN ( YES, only MEN are supposed to take part in this. The ritual specifies VIROS, which is Latin for "men"). If you see women and children up there, it is because the person who made the phone calls deliberately overlooks the sign value of the 12 being men, or simply does not know any better. Anymore, it's probably a little of both- that and the ridiculous press for so-called inclusivity. But the fact is: Jesus washed the feet of twelve MEN, and in doing so instituted the sacramental priesthood by demonstrating the servant nature of the priesthood.

By the way- if you are a man and get a phone call asking you to be one of those twelve, the proper answer is, "I would be honored. Thank you for asking me." NOT, "Oh, I could never do that!"  Remember- Peter did not want Jesus to wash his feet!

As an aside, Pope Francis going to the juvenile prison for the Holy Thursday Mass is so beautiful. His servant heart will be denounced by many.... we are already hearing it.... and others will use his compassion and humility to pass judgment on the Church as a whole and the papacy in particular.... but keep watching him. I have a feeling Pope Francis will set our hearts on fire!

The second sacrament whose institution we celebrate on Holy Thursday is the Eucharist. In this Mass, we recall the first Mass. Imagine, shortly after the multiplication of the loaves and fish, shortly after the Bread of Life discourse in  John 6... being present as Jesus Christ reaches 18 hours into the future and makes clear beyond a shadow of a doubt that the bread and wine become his Body and Blood. It happens at every Mass, and Holy Thursday, we celebrate it in a special way. After Communion should be a Eucharistic procession, taking the remaining hosts to an altar of repose outside the sanctuary. The altar is then stripped of all linens and all plants/flowers should be removed from the sanctuary. Adoration at the altar of repose for at least part of the night should be available. The tabernacle doors are left open to show that it is empty.

Why is it empty?

As a stark reminder of the events that have now been set in place... the last Supper is over. Jesus has gone out to pray- and will soon be arrested- and worse. 

So... open a new window and go to your parish website ( unless your parish actually sent out Holy Week info, ours didn't this year :-(   )   and get that schedule for the rest of Holy Week.

And BOOKMARK this blog or sign up below for updates for the rest of Holy Week and into the East Season!

Enter into the Paschal Mystery, experience the events of this Triduum in a way new to you. 

Jesus Took the Hit for Me

 

Sorry the image is a little large ofr the top of the page- but it is important for you to be able to see the details!

This is the rosary I made for our daughter, Debbie, for her Confirmation. She picked all the 'ingredients,' Momma put it together. The crucifix is called The Tree of Life, and- as she will learn when she reads this post- it is the one I wore around my neck at the time. That was the crucifix she wanted, and money was tight right then, so it was the logical solution.

A few years later, she got her driver's license on the Feast of the Assumption, and the rosary took its place on the rear-view mirror. (For the record, she does pray the rosary, it's not simply an accessory in her car.) True to the pattern for her older brother and sister- a pattern I am grateful has NOT continued- one month to the day after she got that license, she had her first accident.

A fender-bender? No. She missed a turn on a country road, slid on loose gravel a flew her Chrysler Concorde into a ditch nose first, bending the car in half. Oh. did I mention this was also on her dad's birthday?  We got to the scene and found Debbie- none the worse for the experience, save faint abrasions on her arms- evidence she had both hands on the wheel when the airbag blew. ( When her older sister had a fender-bender, triggering the airbags, she ended up with a fat lip and black eyes...in addition to the airbag marks on her arms)

The next day, she was gathering her belongings form the vehicle. The rosary that had been around the rearview mirror had ended up in the back seat. A few beads broke, one or two completely shattered- you can see them in the drop portion- or at least where they were. And the sterling silver crucifix twisted from the impact. ( Note- however, Mom's workmanship held up through the ordeal ;-) )

I offered to fix it up for her, good as new.

She declined. "Jesus took the hit for me."

As we enter this final week of Lent before Holy Week, make an extra effort to take up the sacrifices and prayers you committed to on Ash Wednesday. Enter Holy Week with a heart on fire for God, and whenever life seems to get too tough, when your sins seem insurmountable-remember:

Jesus took the hit for you. 

Jesus Christ, the Cadillac, and the Banana- Not Necessarily in That Order

There is a restaurant here in town. Those of you who live here will know the one I am talking about... 50's theme, old records ( is that redundant?) and license plates hanging on the wall.... great food, too.

They also have some of the best ice-cream concoctions around. My favorite is the Brownie-Chocolate-Chocolate. But there are times I need a Cadillac.

"Ask for two spoons," the description reads, but when I need a Cadillac, you'd best keep your spoon away until I'm good and ready to share.

The Cadillac comes in a Styrofoam 32 ounce cup, and has vanilla ice cream, a banana, hot fudge, crushed M&M's, cookie crumbs, brownies, whipped cream and a cherry on top.

The only problem is, I don't like bananas- in my ice cream, at least. I like them just fine by themselves, but in my book, fruit and ice cream do not mix. So I order my Cadillac with the banana on the side, to enjoy the next morning.

One day I was having a bad day. Can't recall why- but it was a Cadillac day. So I hopped into the car and drove the six-tenths of a mile to the newest location...too close to my home. It was such a bad day I didn't even go inside, I opted for the drive through- which is a lesson in patience, because they cook everything to order. I got to the speaker and placed my order:

" I would like a Cadillac, no cherry. And please leave out the banana and give it to me separately."
"I'm sorry- what about the banana?"
"Leave it out and give it to me separately."
"Do you want it peeled?"
"No. Just leave the peel on it."
(hesitation) "OK. Please pull forward."

There were cars ahead of me, so I waited. And waited. And waited.

I paid. Then waited to pull to the next window. And waited a little longer. mouth watering, anticipating...it was worse then the ketchup commercial.

At last, I got to the 2nd window. The girl handed me my Cadillac, spoon and napkins. No banana. But you know? With the mood I was in, I didn't care. I wasn't going to fuss about it. And I went home.

I sat at the kitchen counter and dug in. The whipped cream, the fudge, the ice cream, the- my spoon thunked. Well, there's my banana, I thought. I carefully scraped the ice cream away from the sides.

Yep. The banana was in there.
Yep. It still had the peel.

There are times we feel we have effectively communicated our message to the intended recipient, only to discover later- somebody didn't follow instructions. Frustrating, isn't it? Since Adam and Eve,  God has given us messages loud and clear: Don't eat from the tree in the center of the garden.      That one didn't work out so well.

You will have no other Gods before me...do not murder...do not steal...do not commit adultery..     Yeah. We had problems with those, too.

God is perfect- the problem is not on his end. The problem is on our end. We took his simple instructions and made them difficult, twisted them to fit how we wanted to live. He had to come up with a better way to communicate his message to us- one that we, in our humanity could understand. So he sent Jesus Christ.

In Jesus Christ, God has communicated his message- his love for us- in a way to which we can relate.

"See? Do you see? THIS is how much I love you. I am willing to give up everything for you to come to me out of love."

Think about that when you see a manger this Advent and Christmas seasons: Almighty God, sleeping in a wooden feeding trough, lodging in a cave. And think about where the journey he began that first Christmas would lead him: hanging on the wood of the cross and buried in a cave.

All because we don't follow instructions very well. This Advent season, remember that the reason Christ came into the world was because of your sinfulness. Look over THIS LIST , then get to Confession. Use this Advent season to prepare your heart for the coming of our Lord.

I'm going to pick up a Cadillac.Just for the photo above, of course!

The Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception- Dec. 8

(La Purísima Inmaculada Concepción by Bartolomé Esteban Murillo, 1678, now in Museo del Prado, Spain)

This is probably one of the most misunderstood celebrations in the Catholic Church- for both Catholics and non-Catholics alike.

First- a quick explanation.... while the Immaculate Conception is USUALLY a holy day of obligation (meaning we are obligated to attend Mass- or a vigil- for the day), the obligation is waived if the holy day falls on a Saturday or a Monday. HOWEVER, since Our Lady, under the title of the Immaculate Conception, is patroness of the United states, it is still a hold day for those of us in America.

The confusion about exactly what we are celebrating stems from two things: the atrocious lack of decent catechesis from the mid 1960's on, although there are some good, faithful and educated catechists out here. Really- there are.  The other problem is the choice of the Gospel reading for the day: Luke 1:26-38... the appearance of the Archangel Gabriel to Mary.

You see, the Immaculate Conception does have something to do with that moment in scripture ( see The Visitation ) ... but not the way most people imagine.

The Immaculate Conception we are talking about is not the conception of Jesus Christ in the womb of Mary by the power of the Holy Spirit. That is part of the Virgin Birth. The Immaculate Conception to which we refer is the conception of Mary in her mother's womb. (Count forward nine months and you will find the Church celebrates the birthday of Mary on September 8th)

Now, before my non-Catholic friends get bent out of shape, the Church teaches that Mary was conceived the good old-fashioned way: through the marital embrace of her parents. By tradition, we call them Anne and Joachim.

The difference between Mary's conception and ours is that at the moment of her conception, by the merits of Jesus Christ and through a singular act of grace, she was kept free of the stain of original sin.

In fact, Gabriel's greeting to Mary tells us there was, indeed, something very special about this young woman: Hail, full of grace, the Lord is with you!. Full of grace.... if she was full of grace, there was no room for unsavory things- like sin.

Ah, you may say- but in Luke 1:47, Mary clearly says, "My spirit rejoices in God my savior." Mary needed a savior, so she could not have been sinless. Bam!

Step back for a moment and imagine.... You are walking through a dark woods and you fall into a deep pit filled with muck and slime and goo. I come along and pull you out. Did I save you? Yes.   Now imagine that right before you fall into the pit, I block your path and keep you from falling in. Did I save you? Yep, sure did.

...and that is what happened with Mary. The Lord saved Mary by preserving her from original sin.

And where is that in scripture? Well, we'll start by saying that nowhere in scripture does it say that everything about the Christian faith is contained in scripture. Nowhere. Even if it did, the canon of scripture was not even settled until the Council of Rome in 392, under Pope Damasus. So any reference to scripture contained in scripture can only refer to the Hebrew Scriptures. That is another topic for another day.

What is crucial here is nothing about the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary is contrary to scripture.

Some people will argue that there was no need for Mary to have been so created. Perhaps- though here is a story that illustrate why God may have chosen to do so.

               Once upon a time, a baker decided to show his gratitude to the Lord for the blessings he had been given. He talked it over with his wife, and they decided they would make an offering of loaves of bread. The baker took the bread to the temple, placed the loaves before the ark, then departed. The caretaker came by and found the bread. Furious, he gathered the loaves and took them to the rabbi, "Look! Someone has desecrated the ark!" The rabbi realized the bread was an offering, and the donor meant no harm. He told the caretaker to give the bread to the poor.
              The following week, the baker returned with fresh loaves, intending to replace the old ones. When he saw the first bread was gone, he was excited and ran home to tell his wife that the Lord had accepted their gift. Later, the caretaker came again, and again found the bread, and again was enraged. Again, he took the bread to the rabbi, who told him to give the bread to the poor.
               A week later, the caretaker had had enough. He hid, waiting for the mysterious bread delivery. When the baker entered, the caretaker jumped out and the baker dropped the loaves as the caretaker chased him from the temple. The rabbi- who witnessed what had happened- picked up the loaves with tears in his eyes, knowing the baker would never return again with bread...and that the families who had received the loaves would be hungry.

I heard this story in a homily many years ago. It had nothing to do with the context in which I use it here, but it makes a point.
           Why was the caretaker upset? The presence of the worldly, common bread was not appropriate before the ark. Why? The ark was the holiest place in the temple, it contained the Torah: the Word of God.

Looking back to the original ark- the Ark of the Covenant (check Exodus 25 for the details)- we can see that God demanded the finest materials: gold, silver, bronze... fabrics dyed violet, purple and scarlet- the most expensive dyes...spices, oils and gemstones. The materials had to be the best.... God would dwell there. And no one messed with the Ark, or else. ( warning: graphic content!)

(Some of you see where I am going here...)

Where was the first dwelling place of God Made Man, the Word of God made Flesh, Jesus Christ? The womb of Mary, his mother. It is only good and right and just that his first earthly dwelling be as perfect as possible.

As God, he did just that.

Now, some history behind the Immaculate Conception.....

There is evidence that Mary's pureness and holiness was celebrated as early as the 5th century,  however  the formal proclamation of the Immaculate Conception took place in 1856:

     We declare, pronounce and define that the doctrine which holds that the Blessed Virgin Mary, at 

      the first instant of her conception, by a singular privilege and grace of the Omnipotent God, in 

      virtue of the merits of Jesus Christ, the Saviour of mankind, was preserved immaculate from all 

      stain of original sin, has been revealed by God, and therefore should firmly and constantly be 

      believed by all the faithful.

                 —Pope Pius IX, Ineffabilis Deus, December 8, 1854

As with many formal declarations of the Church ( and other, more worldly institutions), they do not appear out of thin air. They are part of what is called the development of doctrine, an unfolding of the truths of the faith. Such declarations are meant to put in one place the belief of the Church, and usually correct errors that tend to creep into un-formalized teachings. (note the painting above was done nearly 200 years before the formal proclamation)   Martin Luther, who initiated the Protestant Reformation, said: "Mary is full of grace, proclaimed to be entirely without sin. God's grace fills her with everything good and makes her devoid of all evil" (Luther's Works, American edition, vol. 43, p. 40, ed. H. Lehmann, Fortress, 1968)

In 1858 in Lourdes, France, a 14 year-old girl named Bernadette Soubirous saw a vision of a beautiful woman. The woman told Bernadette, "I am the Immaculate Conception." Bernadette had no idea what this meant; it was not a term a peasant child would have heard.

In 1792, Bishop John Carrol (first bishop of the United States) placed our country under the patronage of the Immaculate Conception. The Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in Washington DC is the largest Catholic Church in the United States, the 8th largest religious structure in the world, and is well worth your time on a visit to DC...even if you are not Catholic.

So, if you stuck with me to this point- I hope you learned something...or at least found words that will help you explain this beautiful part of our Catholic faith.

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Yes, Virginia, There IS a St. Nicholas!

Many years ago (back in the 300's AD), in Myra- which is in present-day Turkey- there was a Bishop named Nicholas. Bishop Nicholas was known for his kindness to the people of the town, and the people loved him.

One of the most-often told stories about Bishop Nicholas goes as follows:

There was an old man in Myra who was widowed with three daughters. He was poor (as were most of the people of the town), and it made him sad to think his daughters might never marry- or worse, need to turn to unsavory occupations- simply because he had no money for dowries for them.

(As an aside, a dowry was money paid by the bride's family to the groom's family...the reason for it was that the husband's family was taking on an extra mouth to feed. It also provided for the items needed to set up house.)

Bishop Nicholas felt sorry for the old man and wanted to help, but either out of his own humility- or wanting to spare the old man the embarrassment - he came up with a solution. One night, he walked past the little family's house and threw a bag of gold coins in the window- which happened to land in one of the shoes placed below the window.The next morning, the man awoke and found the gold coins in the shoe- enough for a dowry for the the oldest daughter, who was soon married off.

Another set of coins appeared for the middle daughter, who married. Seeing a pattern, the old man decided to hide so he could learn just who the generous benefactor was. Bishop Nicholas saw him, however, and dropped the third bag down the chimney- where it landed in one of the stockings of the youngest daughter, who had washed them and hung them by the fire to dry.  The old man was able to live out his days in peace, knowing his daughters were married to good men.

Bishop Nicholas' love for his God and for his fellow man are still remembered to this day. This VERY day, in fact. Tonight, Christian children all over the world will leave out their shoes- or Christmas stockings- to see what Bishop Nicholas - who we know as Saint Nicholas- will leave for them on his feast day, December 6th.

Saint Nicholas... Sant Niklas...Sinterklaas....Santa Claus....

We still remember the generosity of the ancient Catholic Bishop who became Santa Claus.

Happy New Year!... Celebrating Advent

Just think- tomorrow is New Year's Eve! Where has the year gone?

Yes, the new year 2013 begins at sundown tomorrow.

No. I'm not missing a page on my calendar. December 2, 2012 is the First Sunday of Advent, it is the Christian Liturgical New Year!

One of the most difficult parts of being a Christian is being IN the world, and not OF the world. One year, I wanted to emphasize this to the religious education children by having a New Year's party on the First Sunday of Advent. Alas, I could find no New Year's party props- the retailers told me it was to early. They kinda made my point for me.

So, as you go about your holiday preparations, remember this: we are not in the Christmas season, despite what Elder Beerman, Macy's and Wal-Mart profess in their ads. Christmas season does not begin until sundown on December 24.

We are in Advent. And when you go to Mass this weekend and the three following, you will notice- there are no poinsettias, no trees. In fact- most churches will be rather bare....save some purple decorations.

Purple? Isn't purple the color for Lent?

Yep. It sure is. Purple is the color for Lent and Advent for the same reason: purple is the liturgical color that calls us to penitence. (That is why Father wears a purple stole when he hears confessions)

Advent is not Christmas- please don't confuse the two. If you do, you run the risk of missing out on the treasure of Advent. It is imperative that we as Christians never forget that the wood of the crib is inextricably tied to the wood of the cross. Advent is the time for us to recall why Jesus had to be born in the first place: to die on the cross...because of our sins. Your sins. My sins. He was born to die for us.

So, this Advent season, take advantage of the opportunities your parish gives you for reflection and repentance. Try to go to at least one or two events- your parish staff works hard to bring them to you. If your parish doesn't offer Advent opportunities, 1. Shame on them and 2. Check other local parishes. And stay tuned to this station... I hope I will be able to enrich the season for you!

Especially if you have young children, try not to decorate too much too soon. Take the opportunity to teach them- Christmas doesn't come until 12/24. Save the decorating for later in Advent. If you must put up the tree early ( as I do...but that's another story for another day...), make a point of not plugging it in this early. ( I was actually criticized by a member of our parish for not decorating the hall where we held classes. I told the woman that I would not decorate because we were through with classes before Christmas came, and didn't re-start until Christmas season was over. She thought I was a terrible person :-)  )

A good old-fashioned Advent Calendar ( preferably a religious one) is wonderful to help children anticipate the big day.

Go ahead and put out the creche (but leave baby Jesus out until Christmas Eve). It is a wonderful tradition to have the children put a piece of straw in the manger when they do some good or kind deed. I did this with the children in my religious ed program- we had strips of paper on which they wrote their kind actions and we placed them in the manger each week... then when the Baby Jesus was placed in the manger Christmas Eve, it was overflowing with the things we had done to prepare out hearts for him.

Because that is really what Advent is all about.  You see- the Mayans may or may not be right about the world ending 12/21/12... but the point is that Christ is coming. Soon. It may not be his second coming- it may be him taking us to our judgement.

We must live each day of our lives with our hearts ready.

Is yours?

We the People- Election 2012

We the People...
     ...Not  individuals, but a whole. Not a collective, but a group of people with a common goal.

...in order to form a more perfect Union...
     ...Not absolutely perfect- more perfect. We know there's work to do along they way, and that's OK.

...establish justice...
     ...Justice. That doesn't mean everything is fair to everyone. It does mean common sense and common decency and that every human being is treated equally under the law. But remember: equal does not mean the same.
 
...ensure domestic tranquility...
     ... This does not happen with leadership bent on creating division among the people at every possible turn. There can be no domestic tranquility when people racially stereotype themselves to play on others' consciences. There can be no domestic tranquility when people of faith are demonized because of that faith. There can be no domestic tranquility when those who have worked hard and accumulated wealth are demonized because they- GASP- have worked hard and accumulated wealth. (We can be a tad snarky about inherited wealth. I'll give us that one :-) )
 
...provide for the common defense...
     ... Common defense, the defense of all human life. From the moment of conception to the moment of natural death. Without exception. Without compromise. Without apology. Sometimes that means war. I'm a very proud US Air Force Mom, so I understand that. You're welcome.
 
...promote the general welfare...
     ... Again, the best for all involved. This does not mean a re-distribution of wealth. It does not mean forcing people to act against their deeply held beliefs, religious or otherwise. It does not mean policing what people put on their plates. I does mean acting in the best interest of the society as a whole. It means making sure that those who possess the talent for college can find a way to pay for it, not discriminating against middle-class students while giving a free ride to others, simply because their skin is darker or they are 'disadvantaged.' Not everyone is college material, not everyone should go to college. It means basic medical care at affordable prices- NOT taxing everyone else to death to pay for it. It doesn't mean murdering children because they will be born disabled, or poor- or a girl. It does not mean dispensing Class- A carcinogens to 15 year-old girls without their parents' knowledge and calling it 'healthcare.' It does not mean promoting destructive lifestyles and calling them 'normal.' It does not mean re-defining the basic unit of all society and calling it 'progress.' Above all, it does not mean vilifying anyone who holds traditional beliefs by calling them a racist, homophobe, misogynist, or -heaven forbid- a Jesus freak. Ok, we'll wear that last one with pride. 
 
...and secure the blessings of liberty for ourselves and our posterity...
     ... Isn't funny-sad that the first liberty given to us by the Constitution...the very reason so many people came to this land in the first place... is the first one to be so boldly challenged that it could become extinct? If we lose the freedom to practice our religion how we see fit, if the government seizes the power to come in and tell us what we can and cannot do in terms of our relationship with Almighty God.... I don't know how to finish that sentence, because every option that has crossed my mind scares the hell out of me. All I can think is ---If we lose Freedom of Religion, what's next? Freedom of speech? Freedom of the press? Freedom of assembly?

...do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.  
     ...For nearly 230 years, our Constitution has been the blueprint for freedom. I cannot believe how it has been abused in my lifetime. From an imaginary 'right to privacy' that somehow allowed for the legalized murder of a child in the womb, to forcing the entire working population to pay for something many do not want under the federal government's taxing authority, to the whole idea of the judiciary on every level creating legislation from the bench in violation of separation of powers... I am floored. I cannot believe how many people care so little for our country that they place their personal agendas above the good of the country as a whole. 
     As Catholics, we faced persecution for a long time in this land. We hear stories every day of the persecution and martyrdom of Christians around the world. We are next.
     Buckle up. The time for our complacency has ended; the time to act is now. The 2012 election was not a defeat, it was a wake-up call. Our bishops are united- when's the last time THAT happened? The next year may radically change not only our country, but our Catholic Church in our country.

It scares me. I admit it.  

We may see an end to Catholic hospitals, Catholic schools, Catholic charitable work. But that is what this government wants. They want the Catholic Church to go away. We are a thorn in their side, and boy- do we make them look bad!

We educate over 2 MILLION children in our primary and secondary schools. One in five patients are cared for in Catholic hospitals. I can't even begin to guess how many millions of people receive help in the form of food, clothing, shelter and counseling from Catholic social service agencies. And we do it far more efficiently and less expensively than the federal government could ever hope. We are their competition because when we heal, educate, feed, clothe and shelter people...well, the government doesn't get to. They don't get people depending on THEM for help- which is exactly what they want... to ever so slowly take the fiercely independent people of the United States and turn every last one of us dependent on mother country for everything we need.

It is a sad fact that over half of self-reported Catholics voted to keep this administration. But think about that. How many people do you know who call themselves Catholics, yet we see them at Mass only twice a year?  Something has changed for the better: our Protestant brothers and sisters are united with us. Heck we even have NON- Protestants like Glenn Beck (fallen-away Catholic, practicing Mormon) and Mike Huckabee ( Baptist- they do not consider themselves Protestant)...saying WE ARE ALL CATHOLICS NOW.   

That is a really bold statement. In a way, we should thank Mr. Obama. He has given the faithful Catholics- and other Christians- of this country an opportunity to educate the general public on the dangers of artificial contraception and abortion- and infringement on religious freedom. We can be out there- loud and proud- and speak the truth. Truth they have no defense against, save "it's a woman right to choose." A disgusting, weak platitude with nothing to back it. 

So, in closing, thank you, Mr Obama. You have united faithful Catholics. You have brought our separated brethren closer to us in our defense. You have given us a chance to share our faith in a very public forum. You have made for us the opportunity to stand up boldly for our faith in an unprecedented manner. 

I pray we do not waste what you have so generously provided.

May Our Lady spread her mantle over our country under her titles of the Immaculate Conception, Patroness of the United States and Our Lady of Guadalupe, Patroness of the Unborn.  Amen.

 

The Second Glorious Mystery- The Ascension of Jesus Christ

The Second Glorious Mystery- The Ascension of Jesus Christ


Luke 24:50 and following; Acts 1:1-14

In the Catholic Church, we celebrate the Ascension ( a Holy Day of Obligation) 40 days after Easter, which would always fall on a Thursday. In some Dioceses, the Bishops have moved the observation of the Ascension to the following Sunday.

Put yourself in the place of one of the disciples. ( after all, that is the best way to meditate on the mysteries!)  Remember back to the events of Holy Week- the Palm Sunday entrance into Jerusalem, the last days with Jesus, the Last Supper.- and think about the horror of that Friday. Recall the devastating loss of Christ, the feeling of abandoning him.... the emptiness of Holy Saturday.

Then the triumph of Easter Sunday! Imagine the joy they felt, how good it was to have Jesus with them again, how he offered them his PEACE.

And now- he is leaving...again?  I went looking for an image that summed up how I have always imagined the event. Surprisingly, most classical art of the Ascension shows Jesus' followers cowering. I've always imagined it like this:

In my mind, I think they would be unwilling to let him go so easily. Two more images with interesting perspectives:

  Yep. Just the feet. Sure lets you know what is happening.

But THIS- this one is my favorite! What a perspective! THIS artist thinks about the mysteries the way I do, putting himself/herself right there, being a part of it....  get ready to say WOW.

Yeah- I know- no nail marks. Or wound in his side. But isn't it an incredible point of view??

So, how would you feel at that moment? I'd probably be reaching up, "Get back here!"  And we know the disciples stood there, waiting, looking into the clouds...because two angels came and said, "Men of Galilee, why do you stand here looking up at the skies? This Jesus who has been taken from you will return, just as you saw him go up into the heavens." (Acts 1:11)

In other words, "He gave you your marching orders. Get to it!"

And what had Christ told them, the instant before he ascended?

"You will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes down on you; then you are to be my witnesses in Jerusalem, throughout Judea and Samaria, yes even to the ends of the earth."

And those words are for us, too. We have work to do, witnessing to Christ in word and deed...because we cannot hold on to the temporary things of this earth. There is so much more waiting for us!


...And that is the lesson of the Second Glorious Mystery.

I Belong to a Militant International Organization...and So Do You.

We have already discussed the Church Triumphant- the saints in heaven...and the Church Suffering- the holy souls in purgatory... today we will discuss the Church Militant- those of us on earth.

When we talk about the Church, we mean all Christians, not only the Catholic ones. Although there is a scandalous lack of unity among the followers of Christ, we remain ONE Church: Christ's Body and his Bride. Jesus told Peter, "You are Peter and upon this rock I will build my Church and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it, " (MT 16:18) Note, Jesus did not say he was building 30,000 different Christian denominations, but a Church - singular- which would stand the test of time. 

All Christian Churches have their origin in the Catholic Church. Every one of them- because for 15 centuries, the ONLY Christian Church was the Catholic Church. Along the way, individuals decided they didn't like this or that...and left and started worshiping on their own. We can talk about that another time... the point I want to make here is that all Christianity has it's roots in the single Church referred to in scripture: the original Christian Church IS the Catholic Church, and everyone who professes Christ is, at the root, a Catholic Christian.

Are there sinners in the Church? Of course there are. But the Church does not lose her holiness because of the sins of its members...if she did, the gates of hell would prevail. The Church is a hospital for sinners, not a shrine for saints. As Tim Staples puts it, " You don't leave Peter because of Judas."

Has the church done despicable things? No. People within the Church have, not the Church herself. 

The Church Triumphant, the Church Suffering, the Church Militant. We are the ones still running the race, fighting the fight. In Confirmation, we became soldiers for Christ, we are his army.

And just as an army needs unity of purpose, so do Christians.

We are the Church Militant. We must be unified if we are going to win souls for Jesus Christ. 
We must be unified in love of the Lord and  of our fellow man. 
We must be unified in prayer for each other and for the holy souls and with the intercession of the saints. 
We must see that the common ground we have in Christ is far more important than the differences we perceive.

Jesus prayed, "... that they may all be one; even as You, Father, are in Me and I in You, that they also may be in Us, so that the world may believe that You sent Me." (JN 17:21)

Unity. In the ONE Church he built on the rock of Peter. 

The Church Triumphant, the Church Suffering, the Church Militant. We are all part of the Communion of Saints. 

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.

The First Sorrowful Mystery- The Agony in the Garden

The First Sorrowful Mystery- The Agony in the Garden

After the Last Supper, Jesus went to Gethsemane to pray (Luke 22:39 and following). He knelt and prayed, "Father, if it is your will, take this cup from me; yet not my will but yours be done" (vs 42). Luke tells us an angel comforted Christ, who prayed so intensely that his sweat 'became like drops of blood falling to the ground" (vs 44). He then found his disciples asleep.

Twenty-seven years ago this summer, I stood in Gethsemane while on my honeymoon. I was profoundly moved by the place, which is a simple olive grove with a requisite church commemorating Christ's prayer, betrayal and arrest there. I felt like I should pray, but what should I pray? I couldn't conjure a prayer.  An Our Father was the best I could summon as the tour group was moving on.

Fifteen years later during Holy Week, I found myself leaving the confessional with a prayer-penance that was....well....different, for me anyway. Not certain how to approach it, I returned the following day for guidance. I explained my dilemma to the (different) priest, who suggested, "Think of Jesus in Gethsemane."

Now, I did not know this priest well at the time ( it's Fr. Ross for those of you wondering :-)) , but I will tell you this: no amount of psychology, no amount of seminary training could have known how deeply those words reached me. Every Christian has a reaction to Gethsemane, but he had no way of knowing I had been there 15 years prior- with difficulty praying. Problem solved, just be in the Lord's presence in prayer, he'll take care of the rest.

Lesson # 1 of the First Sorrowful Mystery: We speak to and are spoken to by the priest in Confession, but never forget: it is really Jesus Christ doing the talking! He stands in persona Christi - and the Lord will speak to you through him- if you are willing to listen.

Fast-forward another five years. I was facing surgery for something I shouldn't have had to have surgery for. It wasn't my fault; I had done everything right...and I was not happy about it. I was 30 years old and the only surgery before that was a tonsillectomy when I was five. I was scared, I'll admit it. And I knew that despite the bad situation, the Lord could make good come from it... I just didn't understand why it had to be this way.

So I prayed. It was a Tuesday, so I prayed the Sorrowful Mysteries. I never got past the first decade, I got stuck in Gethsemane.

Remember waaaayyy back in the second blog entry- when I talked about meditating on the mysteries as you say the prayers?  I pictured the quintessential Gethsemane picture...Jesus next to a big rock, hands clenched, angel ... and the only words I could hear were: Father, if it is your will, take this cup from me; yet not my will but yours be done....over and over again.

I knew the Lord was telling me, "We can do this your way, or we can do it MY way. In the long run, my way works out better....but you must drink from the cup."  I drank. Deeply. And amazing things have happened.

To this day, when I receive the Precious Blood, my prayer before I drink is : Lord, your will- not mine.  Some days, I know I'm not ready to say that, so I don't receive from the cup. (Which is fine, because we receive Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity even when we receive under one species only) Also, for those who pay attention to these things, I won't drink from a glass cup at Mass. And some days I don't receive from the cup because I don't feel well.

Lesson #2 of the First Sorrowful Mystery: When we do "drink from the cup" the Lord has for us, we are surrendering ourselves to God's will in our lives. Buckle up: powerful things will happen! 

The words "his sweat became like drops of blood falling to the ground" had always mystified me. While there is a medical condition that occurs under severe stress that can cause the capillaries to burst and allow blood to leak from the pores and mix with blood, I'm not positive that is what happened. I always imagined Jesus sweat so profusely that it was literally dripping off on him. Either way, the guy was under a LOT of pressure, who wouldn't be?

And what are his friends doing?

They are asleep.

In other Gospels, we hear Jesus three times ask them to stay awake with him, even if just for an hour.

Lesson #3 of the First Sorrowful Mystery: When you have a friend going through a tough time, just be there. Even if you don't have a thing to say, not a single word of comfort. Your presence alone will be comfort beyond words, and your absence would be missed.

Oh- and keeping watch with the Lord for an hour? That is where the tradition of a Holy Hour before the Blessed Sacrament originates.

Will you keep watch with him for an hour?

Don't know what to say"

Just be in the Lord's presence in prayer, he'll take care of the rest!

The Fifth Luminous Mystery- The Institution of the Eucharist

The Fifth Luminous Mystery- The Institution of the Eucharist

This is- so far- the most difficult Mystery for me to write about, not because the subject matter is so difficult, but because there is SO MUCH to say! 

You know the story of the Last Supper. We hear the words at every Mass. ..."Do this in remembrance of me."

Those are very important words, and they sent a clear message to those who heard Jesus speak them. You see, "remember" had a far deeper meaning for them than it does for us, especially in the context of the Passover meal Jesus was celebrating with his disciples. In the Passover meal, the Jews believe they are joining at that moment with everyone who has ever eaten the Passover, and with everyone who will ever eat the Passover. It makes all time present in that moment, when they remember God bringing them out of slavery and to freedom. And the guest of honor at the Passover meal was the lamb. It was by the blood of the lamb that they were protected....but there was another specification: everyone present was required to eat of the flesh of the lamb that had been sacrificed, whose blood was poured out.

See where this is going? 

Now. Grab your Bible ( or Google) the Gospel of John, chapter 6. Read it now. Go ahead, I'll wait!

Hum-de-dum-dum....  Back already? Did you really read it?  Go on, even if you think you know what it says. 

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John 6: 54-58  ( from USCCB.ORG )

Whoever eats^* my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him on the last day.55For my flesh is true food, and my blood is true drink.56Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me and I in him.57Just as the living Father sent me and I have life because of the Father, so also the one who feeds on me will have life because of me.58This is the bread that came down from heaven. Unlike your ancestors who ate and still died, whoever eats this bread will live forever.”

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Notice- not once, not twice but THREE times, Jesus says you must eat his flesh. Ever wonder why we say HOLY HOLY HOLY during Mass? Or repeat LAMB OF GOD three times? It is because in Hebrew, there are no comparative or superlative forms. So, you cannot say something is 'better' or 'best,'  but it can be GOOD GOOD or GOOD GOOD GOOD. Repetition was also used for emphasis.

Yes. I know Jesus spoke Aramaic. Yes, I know the Gospels were written in Greek. But Jesus also spoke Hebrew ( he could read from the scrolls in the temple), and the literary form of repetition for emphasis was understood then- and is even used in writing and speaking today, because it works, it gets the message across. 

This is what the  United States Council of Catholic Bishops say about the above-cited passage: 

[6:54–58] Eats: the verb used in these verses is not the classical Greek verb used of human eating, but that of animal eating: “munch,” “gnaw.” This may be part of John’s emphasis on the reality of the flesh and blood of Jesus (cf. Jn 6:55), but the same verb eventually became the ordinary verb in Greek meaning “eat.”

When you look at the big picture, there can be no doubt in the reasonable persons mind: Jesus said we must eat his flesh- the flesh of the Lamb whose blood was poured out - if we want to have eternal life. 

When we join in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, we are present for the ONE sacrifice of Jesus Christ. And we are doing exactly what he asked us to do.

In the Fifth Luminous Mystery, we remember what we may take for granted: the Eucharist is the Real Presence of Jesus Christ, Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity.