Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
"God loves you. God loves you. God loves you, and God will never stop loving you."
I have heard that Archbishop Nienstadt of the Archdiocese of St. Paul/Minneapolis uses these words often to begin his homilies, and I thought they were worth repeating. Even worth repeating again and again.
So I just wanted to put them up here as a reminder to all of us that God does in fact love you, without conditions, constraints, or limits. His Love for you is boundless. And it is His Love for you, for us, that was born on Christmas Day, and really every day since then.
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And then as a brief story: The other day I sat down in the Chapel, getting ready to pray Evening Prayer with the rest of our community. The only problem was that I did not have my breviary with me (that's the prayer book that seminarians and priests pray out of each day), not because I had forgotten but because some seminarian had stolen it...but if he was that desperate to pray, who was I to be upset?
So anywho, I didn't have my breviary with me at prayer, and I thought I'd just look on with someone. Thank goodness that someone plopped down right next to me, and can you guess who it was? None other than the famous biographer of John Paul II as well as esteemed Catholic author, George Weigel. Only in Rome.
(NOTE: The link I have pasted here takes you to his blog, which looks suspiciously like my own. Well, if he can steal my style, I suppose I'll just change the title of my blog to Witness to Pope.)
(FURTHER NOTE: Unless you already know George Weigel's books, that joke may not be funny to you.)
(FURTHEST NOTE: Even if you know George Weigel's books, that joke may not be funny to you.)
Thank you for taking the time to read. I have been thinking about you all a lot lately, and I just want you to know that I'm praying for you. God bless, and happy Advent Season!
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Late Night Revelation
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
So I was praying tonight (yes, it does happen from time to time) down in the chapel, and I had a bit of a revelation. Basically, God is always trying to speak to us. Always. But we have to seek Him to hear His voice.
Much like a t.v. that is left on in the other room, God's voice can be heard here and there when we are not distracted by other noises or other tasks. We just sort of pick it up in the background, but to us it remains only a constant stream of garbled noise. When we move towards the room where the sound is coming from, each step reveals that the garbled noise is actually something meaningful, a message of some sort, though it still remains unclear. When we arrive in the room at last, it becomes clear what that message is and who is speaking it. As with the t.v., the difference in our understanding comes from our closeness to Him, but He is always speaking.
Though I should note that His message is a bit more important than the ones on t.v.--just a bit.
God bless, and please pray for my presentation on the Gospel of Mark tomorrow! And please don't tell my Bishop that I was up late the night before a major presentation!
So I was praying tonight (yes, it does happen from time to time) down in the chapel, and I had a bit of a revelation. Basically, God is always trying to speak to us. Always. But we have to seek Him to hear His voice.
Much like a t.v. that is left on in the other room, God's voice can be heard here and there when we are not distracted by other noises or other tasks. We just sort of pick it up in the background, but to us it remains only a constant stream of garbled noise. When we move towards the room where the sound is coming from, each step reveals that the garbled noise is actually something meaningful, a message of some sort, though it still remains unclear. When we arrive in the room at last, it becomes clear what that message is and who is speaking it. As with the t.v., the difference in our understanding comes from our closeness to Him, but He is always speaking.
Though I should note that His message is a bit more important than the ones on t.v.--just a bit.
God bless, and please pray for my presentation on the Gospel of Mark tomorrow! And please don't tell my Bishop that I was up late the night before a major presentation!
Friday, October 31, 2008
Had to Get One in During October!
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
Okay, I owe you all an apology. I'm sorry that it's taken me so long to post again. School has been crazy, what with it being school and in Italian and such. So now that I've managed to get you on my side by playing the Italian card, I hope you enjoy this post. I'm going to post a recent homily that I had to write for my homily practicum yesterday. So here it is.
First, here's the readings that this homily was focused on:
http://www.usccb.org/nab/103008.shtml
but you can focus especially on Lk 13:31-35, which is the Gospel reading for yesterday.
So after reading that passage here's the homily:
Who is Jesus?
Growing up, I remember always seeing a large picture of Jesus hanging in the hallway of my home parish. It showed Jesus down on one knee, surrounded by little kids of every race and background, with the words “Let the Children come to me” featured prominently at the top. While it does show who Jesus is, this picture seemed to offer an image of Jesus the Gentle, a Jesus who is kind, gentle, and loving. You can almost hear Martha Stewart decorating in the background. Kidding of course. Now it is true that Jesus is kind, gentle, and loving, but something seemed to be missing.
So, Who is Jesus?
The Gospel today offers what appears to be a startling contrast to this image of the Lord. The Pharisees approach Jesus, telling Him to “Go Away,” because Herod wants to kill him. And what is Jesus’ response to this death-threat? “Go and tell that fox, ‘Behold, I cast out demons, and I perform healings today, and tomorrow, and on the third day I accomplish my purpose.” Sound like someone who is willing to simply roll over and die? Hardly. If anything, it’s apparent that Jesus knows exactly Who He is, exactly what His mission is, and He’s not afraid to stand for both even in the face of death. This is Jesus the Warrior. Which fits nicely with the first reading today in which St. Paul tells us to “Put on the armor of God.” Paul is telling us to suit up and prepare for battle, to be able to “resist on the evil day and having done everything to hold your ground.” We are being called to fight, to stand our ground, to resist evil--and this is exactly what we find Jesus doing in the Gospel. He’s fighting, standing His ground, resisting evil, because He knows who He is and what He’s fighting for.
But what is He fighting for? Us. He wants us.
This becomes clear in the next part of the Gospel, “Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how many times I yearned to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, but you were unwilling.” Your children. Seems to connect right back to the picture from my home parish. So yes, we see that the gentler image of Jesus from my home parish does capture who He is, but it was missing something, something that the first part of this Gospel fills in.
The picture didn’t show how much Jesus loves us. Jesus loves us so much, and wants us to receive that love so much, that He’s willing to fight for us, to stand for truth, to denounce those who get in His way.
That is Jesus.
Christ’s love is not soft, it is fierce. His love is not weak, it is powerful. Jesus Christ will fight for us until we are willing to be gathered together, and right now, right in this very moment, we have that chance. In a few minutes, we will approach the altar where Christ will be present in the Sacrament of the Eucharist. Now, right now, let us be willing to be gathered together in Christ’s love, a love that yearns to be received.
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And I think you will all be happy to hear that my homily took 3 minutes and 20 seconds to preach. The catch? You would have to come to a weekday Mass to hear it.
*wink-wink *nudge-nudge
Please continue to pray for us as we seminarians discern God's call for our lives. Pray that we become holy. Thank you, and know of my prayers for you. God bless!
Okay, I owe you all an apology. I'm sorry that it's taken me so long to post again. School has been crazy, what with it being school and in Italian and such. So now that I've managed to get you on my side by playing the Italian card, I hope you enjoy this post. I'm going to post a recent homily that I had to write for my homily practicum yesterday. So here it is.
First, here's the readings that this homily was focused on:
http://www.usccb.org/nab/103008.shtml
but you can focus especially on Lk 13:31-35, which is the Gospel reading for yesterday.
So after reading that passage here's the homily:
Who is Jesus?
Growing up, I remember always seeing a large picture of Jesus hanging in the hallway of my home parish. It showed Jesus down on one knee, surrounded by little kids of every race and background, with the words “Let the Children come to me” featured prominently at the top. While it does show who Jesus is, this picture seemed to offer an image of Jesus the Gentle, a Jesus who is kind, gentle, and loving. You can almost hear Martha Stewart decorating in the background. Kidding of course. Now it is true that Jesus is kind, gentle, and loving, but something seemed to be missing.
So, Who is Jesus?
The Gospel today offers what appears to be a startling contrast to this image of the Lord. The Pharisees approach Jesus, telling Him to “Go Away,” because Herod wants to kill him. And what is Jesus’ response to this death-threat? “Go and tell that fox, ‘Behold, I cast out demons, and I perform healings today, and tomorrow, and on the third day I accomplish my purpose.” Sound like someone who is willing to simply roll over and die? Hardly. If anything, it’s apparent that Jesus knows exactly Who He is, exactly what His mission is, and He’s not afraid to stand for both even in the face of death. This is Jesus the Warrior. Which fits nicely with the first reading today in which St. Paul tells us to “Put on the armor of God.” Paul is telling us to suit up and prepare for battle, to be able to “resist on the evil day and having done everything to hold your ground.” We are being called to fight, to stand our ground, to resist evil--and this is exactly what we find Jesus doing in the Gospel. He’s fighting, standing His ground, resisting evil, because He knows who He is and what He’s fighting for.
But what is He fighting for? Us. He wants us.
This becomes clear in the next part of the Gospel, “Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how many times I yearned to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, but you were unwilling.” Your children. Seems to connect right back to the picture from my home parish. So yes, we see that the gentler image of Jesus from my home parish does capture who He is, but it was missing something, something that the first part of this Gospel fills in.
The picture didn’t show how much Jesus loves us. Jesus loves us so much, and wants us to receive that love so much, that He’s willing to fight for us, to stand for truth, to denounce those who get in His way.
That is Jesus.
Christ’s love is not soft, it is fierce. His love is not weak, it is powerful. Jesus Christ will fight for us until we are willing to be gathered together, and right now, right in this very moment, we have that chance. In a few minutes, we will approach the altar where Christ will be present in the Sacrament of the Eucharist. Now, right now, let us be willing to be gathered together in Christ’s love, a love that yearns to be received.
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And I think you will all be happy to hear that my homily took 3 minutes and 20 seconds to preach. The catch? You would have to come to a weekday Mass to hear it.
*wink-wink *nudge-nudge
Please continue to pray for us as we seminarians discern God's call for our lives. Pray that we become holy. Thank you, and know of my prayers for you. God bless!
Friday, September 26, 2008
Clarification Station
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
Okay, I know I said the next post would be The Story and More, which is coming (don't you worry!), but I thought this too important not to post. I just think this article makes things very clear, and in light of some fairly recent events, I wanted to make sure clarity was achieved. In a world of confusion, it helps when someone says something so well. I especially like the reference to the Didache, coming from the Greek word "Teaching." It's a real historical document from the first century. So I hope you enjoy this article, and feel free to comment. God bless!
August 29, 2008 12:00 PM
Don’t Blame the Bishops
Catholic means pro-life.
By Father Thomas D. Williams
You are unlikely to ever come upon a group called Mohammedans for Polytheism or Environmentalists for Seal Slaughter. A Muslim who espouses a multiplicity of deities has, ipso facto, placed himself outside the Muslim confession. Polytheism is not an Islamic thing. An environmentalist who patronizes anti-ecological activities is not an environmentalist at all, but a subversive. This is because the monikers “Muslim” and “environmentalist” mean something; they carry with them a series of necessary consequences. Certain terms — like “Muslim” and “polytheism” — simply can’t be squared, and combining them is nonsensical.
The recent ecclesiastical backlash to Nancy Pelosi’s unfortunate remarks on Meet the Press should have surprised no one, least of all Speaker Pelosi herself. Her attempts to squeeze abortion rights into Catholic moral teaching were no more credible than trying to pass apartheid off as a legitimate goal of the civil rights movement. The bishops — some seven have weighed in on the matter so far — had no choice but to speak out.
People — including apparently some “ardent” Catholics — seem to forget how central the pro-life issue is to Catholic morality and why that is so. We are not quibbling here about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin. It is no exaggeration to say that the inviolability and sacredness of innocent human life is to Catholic morality what the doctrine of the Holy Trinity is to Catholic dogma. Both are not only non-negotiable; they are foundational. I would challenge Speaker Pelosi to come up with any moral question on which the Church has expressed itself with greater clarity than on the intrinsic evil of abortion.
A solid core of beliefs or principles undergirds any human organization. These beliefs constitute the cement that binds the society together and determine its identity. Obviously plenty of issues fall outside this fundamental core, and there is a difference between legitimate pluralism of opinion and arrant contradiction. Environmentalists, for example, can disagree about many things — such as strategies, priorities, tactics, funding and the like — but devotion to the environment and its logical corollaries are not up for debate. If you sport a mink coat, you’re out of the club.
Being Catholic is no different. The title “Catholic” presumes a whole string of basic beliefs, succinctly laid out in the Apostle’s Creed. Catholics believe in one God, creator of heaven and earth, in Jesus Christ his only begotten son who became man, suffered and died for us, rose from the dead on the third day, and so forth. Along with this canon of doctrines, Catholics also embrace a body of moral teaching (summed up tidily in the Catechism of the Catholic Church) which governs their understanding of right and wrong, what is pleasing to God and what offends Him.
From the earliest days of Christianity, Jesus’ followers distinguished themselves from those around them both by their doctrinal beliefs and their moral code. The earliest known work of Christian antiquity outside the New Testament is called The Teaching of the Twelve Apostles, known also by its familiar Greek appellation, the Didache. This catechetical manual makes no bones about what it means to be a Christian. It begins with the stark admonition: “Two ways there are, one of Life and one of Death, and there is a great difference between the Two Ways.” Included in the explanation of what it means to love one’s neighbor, as part of the “way of life,” first century Christians read the words, “Do not kill a fetus by abortion, or commit infanticide.” Such has been the consistent teaching throughout the history of Christianity and no amount of political posturing will change that.
Some people think that when Catholics compare abortion to slavery or to Nazi anti-Semitism they are engaging in hyperbole. They couldn’t be more wrong. Abortion is not only the greatest social injustice of our century; it is arguably the greatest social injustice of all time. Abortion circumscribes an entire class of human beings (the unborn) as non-citizens, excluded from the basic rights and protections accorded to all other human beings. In this way abortion mimics the great moral tragedies of all time, which always began with the denigration of an entire class of people as unworthy of life or freedom.
The evil of abortion is compounded by the magnitude of the problem. Though completely reliable statistics are unavailable, conservative estimates place the number of legal abortions performed worldwide each year at 25-30 million, a figure that alone makes abortion a social problem of staggering proportions. “Humanity today offers us a truly alarming spectacle,” wrote Pope John Paul in his 1995 encyclical letter Evangelium Vitae, “if we consider not only how extensively attacks on life are spreading but also their unheard of numerical proportion.” The legal, systematic elimination of the most vulnerable members of society is the most heinous crime known to man. To fail to oppose it is to make oneself complicit in it.
The most disturbing element of Speaker Pelosi’s comments, however, was not her historical fudging, her disingenuous misrepresentation of Catholic moral teaching or her implicit adoption of cafeteria Catholicism. It was her insouciant dismissal of the moral significance of abortion. She said that in the end, it didn’t matter when life begins anyway. Her exact words were: “The point is, is that it [when life begins] shouldn’t have an impact on the woman’s right to choose.” No matter when human life begins, a mother’s right trumps a baby’s, and that right includes the choice to destroy the child. This is irreconcilable not only with Catholic morality, but with the most basic natural ethics.
Pundits and liberal commentators have predictably accused the bishops of playing politics and using Speaker Pelosi’s comments to further the agenda of the Republican party. Any objective observer knows this is not the case. If Speaker Pelosi didn’t want a response, she should not have forced the bishops’ hands. And if the Democrats’ star running back steps out of bounds, it’s not the referees’ fault for calling it.
Speaker Pelosi can campaign for abortion all she likes, but to do so as an “ardent, practicing Catholic” is to invite a stiff correction. Americans still value truth in advertising, and know that words have meanings. “Catholic” means pro-life.
— Father Thomas D. Williams, LC, ThD is Vatican Analyst for CBS News and author of Knowing Right From Wrong: A Christian Guide to Conscience (Hachette, 2008).
Okay, I know I said the next post would be The Story and More, which is coming (don't you worry!), but I thought this too important not to post. I just think this article makes things very clear, and in light of some fairly recent events, I wanted to make sure clarity was achieved. In a world of confusion, it helps when someone says something so well. I especially like the reference to the Didache, coming from the Greek word "Teaching." It's a real historical document from the first century. So I hope you enjoy this article, and feel free to comment. God bless!
August 29, 2008 12:00 PM
Don’t Blame the Bishops
Catholic means pro-life.
By Father Thomas D. Williams
You are unlikely to ever come upon a group called Mohammedans for Polytheism or Environmentalists for Seal Slaughter. A Muslim who espouses a multiplicity of deities has, ipso facto, placed himself outside the Muslim confession. Polytheism is not an Islamic thing. An environmentalist who patronizes anti-ecological activities is not an environmentalist at all, but a subversive. This is because the monikers “Muslim” and “environmentalist” mean something; they carry with them a series of necessary consequences. Certain terms — like “Muslim” and “polytheism” — simply can’t be squared, and combining them is nonsensical.
The recent ecclesiastical backlash to Nancy Pelosi’s unfortunate remarks on Meet the Press should have surprised no one, least of all Speaker Pelosi herself. Her attempts to squeeze abortion rights into Catholic moral teaching were no more credible than trying to pass apartheid off as a legitimate goal of the civil rights movement. The bishops — some seven have weighed in on the matter so far — had no choice but to speak out.
People — including apparently some “ardent” Catholics — seem to forget how central the pro-life issue is to Catholic morality and why that is so. We are not quibbling here about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin. It is no exaggeration to say that the inviolability and sacredness of innocent human life is to Catholic morality what the doctrine of the Holy Trinity is to Catholic dogma. Both are not only non-negotiable; they are foundational. I would challenge Speaker Pelosi to come up with any moral question on which the Church has expressed itself with greater clarity than on the intrinsic evil of abortion.
A solid core of beliefs or principles undergirds any human organization. These beliefs constitute the cement that binds the society together and determine its identity. Obviously plenty of issues fall outside this fundamental core, and there is a difference between legitimate pluralism of opinion and arrant contradiction. Environmentalists, for example, can disagree about many things — such as strategies, priorities, tactics, funding and the like — but devotion to the environment and its logical corollaries are not up for debate. If you sport a mink coat, you’re out of the club.
Being Catholic is no different. The title “Catholic” presumes a whole string of basic beliefs, succinctly laid out in the Apostle’s Creed. Catholics believe in one God, creator of heaven and earth, in Jesus Christ his only begotten son who became man, suffered and died for us, rose from the dead on the third day, and so forth. Along with this canon of doctrines, Catholics also embrace a body of moral teaching (summed up tidily in the Catechism of the Catholic Church) which governs their understanding of right and wrong, what is pleasing to God and what offends Him.
From the earliest days of Christianity, Jesus’ followers distinguished themselves from those around them both by their doctrinal beliefs and their moral code. The earliest known work of Christian antiquity outside the New Testament is called The Teaching of the Twelve Apostles, known also by its familiar Greek appellation, the Didache. This catechetical manual makes no bones about what it means to be a Christian. It begins with the stark admonition: “Two ways there are, one of Life and one of Death, and there is a great difference between the Two Ways.” Included in the explanation of what it means to love one’s neighbor, as part of the “way of life,” first century Christians read the words, “Do not kill a fetus by abortion, or commit infanticide.” Such has been the consistent teaching throughout the history of Christianity and no amount of political posturing will change that.
Some people think that when Catholics compare abortion to slavery or to Nazi anti-Semitism they are engaging in hyperbole. They couldn’t be more wrong. Abortion is not only the greatest social injustice of our century; it is arguably the greatest social injustice of all time. Abortion circumscribes an entire class of human beings (the unborn) as non-citizens, excluded from the basic rights and protections accorded to all other human beings. In this way abortion mimics the great moral tragedies of all time, which always began with the denigration of an entire class of people as unworthy of life or freedom.
The evil of abortion is compounded by the magnitude of the problem. Though completely reliable statistics are unavailable, conservative estimates place the number of legal abortions performed worldwide each year at 25-30 million, a figure that alone makes abortion a social problem of staggering proportions. “Humanity today offers us a truly alarming spectacle,” wrote Pope John Paul in his 1995 encyclical letter Evangelium Vitae, “if we consider not only how extensively attacks on life are spreading but also their unheard of numerical proportion.” The legal, systematic elimination of the most vulnerable members of society is the most heinous crime known to man. To fail to oppose it is to make oneself complicit in it.
The most disturbing element of Speaker Pelosi’s comments, however, was not her historical fudging, her disingenuous misrepresentation of Catholic moral teaching or her implicit adoption of cafeteria Catholicism. It was her insouciant dismissal of the moral significance of abortion. She said that in the end, it didn’t matter when life begins anyway. Her exact words were: “The point is, is that it [when life begins] shouldn’t have an impact on the woman’s right to choose.” No matter when human life begins, a mother’s right trumps a baby’s, and that right includes the choice to destroy the child. This is irreconcilable not only with Catholic morality, but with the most basic natural ethics.
Pundits and liberal commentators have predictably accused the bishops of playing politics and using Speaker Pelosi’s comments to further the agenda of the Republican party. Any objective observer knows this is not the case. If Speaker Pelosi didn’t want a response, she should not have forced the bishops’ hands. And if the Democrats’ star running back steps out of bounds, it’s not the referees’ fault for calling it.
Speaker Pelosi can campaign for abortion all she likes, but to do so as an “ardent, practicing Catholic” is to invite a stiff correction. Americans still value truth in advertising, and know that words have meanings. “Catholic” means pro-life.
— Father Thomas D. Williams, LC, ThD is Vatican Analyst for CBS News and author of Knowing Right From Wrong: A Christian Guide to Conscience (Hachette, 2008).
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Hope: More Than a Four-Letter Word
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
I just felt really moved to write this, and I hope it reaches the person it's meant for. As a bit of background: This post follows on a week of spiritual conferences we had here in the Seminary on continued conversion. It has been an awesome week, and I wanted to present you with some of what we have been learning. So sit down, buckle up, and hold on to your rosary beads, because it's gonna be a wild ride! But I warn you, it will be a bit more in depth than some of my other posts, so I ask you to read with an open heart. Thank you, and enjoy!
There is so much hurt in our world, so many problems, so many wounds. We all make mistakes, mistakes that have affected our lives and the lives of those around us. Other people have made mistakes that have deeply affected us as well, mistakes of which they may not even be aware.
But the message I want to give you is one of hope: You do not have to live out of that hurt, those mistakes, that pain, because God is always bigger--and He wants to heal you. God wants to give you a life filled to the brim with joy, in spite of your sufferings (or perhaps even through them). As we read in the Gospel of John, "I came so that they might have life and have it more abundantly" (John 10:10).
Oftentimes, I think we cannot believe that God actually wants joy for us because we get stuck on an old and tattered image of God, one which prevents us from knowing God for Who He really is, for Who He wants to be for us. We often see God as vindictive or judgmental, or waiting to catch us in our faults--the old man with a gray beard on a golden throne, far from my experiences but ready to judge them.
The reality, however, is that God loves us, and He wants us to know of His love and His delight in us. I repeat: God delights in you. As parents delight in the presence of their children, even so God delights in you.
The problem is that our sin prevents us from experiencing this closeness of union with God. So it's not so much that God sits there condemning us in our sins, but rather that He longs for us to let go of our sin (and/or the sins of others that we have allowed to ensare us) so that we can experience the joy He longs to give us. And the beautiful thing: God has already done the work. By becoming man, God has taken on our sins to save us from them. Now the image of God becomes that of the young man with a brown beard on a wooden cross, near to my experiences and ready to heal them. All we have to do is accept this, and seek His grace in the Sacraments, especially the Sacrament of Penance (Confession) and the Eucharist (Holy Mass). Through the gift of these Sacraments, God offers us the chance to be free of the burden of our sin and to experience the joy of His presence.
I encourage you to live the life God is offering you. He wants to give you so much more right now, and in the life to come, but we have to be willing to invite Him into our hurts and then let go of them. But if I let go, what will fill the emptiness? God, and He's more than enough.
And if you'd like some suggested reading to help you swap any old, tattered image of God for the new one, I suggest reading C.S. Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia. They are easy, enjoyable reads, and they offer readers a great glimpse at Who God is in the character of Aslan. Seriously, give them a shot. I would also recommend reading Psalm 139, especially verse 14. Good stuff. This is good stuff. I hope you agree.
Thanks again for reading. I am constantly humbled by the feedback I get. Thank you for your loving and prayerful support. Look next time for the second installment of The Story and More, continuing stories from the summer.
God is good! Please keep us in prayer as we in the second year leave for retreat on Sunday! Ciao for niao!
I just felt really moved to write this, and I hope it reaches the person it's meant for. As a bit of background: This post follows on a week of spiritual conferences we had here in the Seminary on continued conversion. It has been an awesome week, and I wanted to present you with some of what we have been learning. So sit down, buckle up, and hold on to your rosary beads, because it's gonna be a wild ride! But I warn you, it will be a bit more in depth than some of my other posts, so I ask you to read with an open heart. Thank you, and enjoy!
There is so much hurt in our world, so many problems, so many wounds. We all make mistakes, mistakes that have affected our lives and the lives of those around us. Other people have made mistakes that have deeply affected us as well, mistakes of which they may not even be aware.
But the message I want to give you is one of hope: You do not have to live out of that hurt, those mistakes, that pain, because God is always bigger--and He wants to heal you. God wants to give you a life filled to the brim with joy, in spite of your sufferings (or perhaps even through them). As we read in the Gospel of John, "I came so that they might have life and have it more abundantly" (John 10:10).
Oftentimes, I think we cannot believe that God actually wants joy for us because we get stuck on an old and tattered image of God, one which prevents us from knowing God for Who He really is, for Who He wants to be for us. We often see God as vindictive or judgmental, or waiting to catch us in our faults--the old man with a gray beard on a golden throne, far from my experiences but ready to judge them.
The reality, however, is that God loves us, and He wants us to know of His love and His delight in us. I repeat: God delights in you. As parents delight in the presence of their children, even so God delights in you.
The problem is that our sin prevents us from experiencing this closeness of union with God. So it's not so much that God sits there condemning us in our sins, but rather that He longs for us to let go of our sin (and/or the sins of others that we have allowed to ensare us) so that we can experience the joy He longs to give us. And the beautiful thing: God has already done the work. By becoming man, God has taken on our sins to save us from them. Now the image of God becomes that of the young man with a brown beard on a wooden cross, near to my experiences and ready to heal them. All we have to do is accept this, and seek His grace in the Sacraments, especially the Sacrament of Penance (Confession) and the Eucharist (Holy Mass). Through the gift of these Sacraments, God offers us the chance to be free of the burden of our sin and to experience the joy of His presence.
I encourage you to live the life God is offering you. He wants to give you so much more right now, and in the life to come, but we have to be willing to invite Him into our hurts and then let go of them. But if I let go, what will fill the emptiness? God, and He's more than enough.
And if you'd like some suggested reading to help you swap any old, tattered image of God for the new one, I suggest reading C.S. Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia. They are easy, enjoyable reads, and they offer readers a great glimpse at Who God is in the character of Aslan. Seriously, give them a shot. I would also recommend reading Psalm 139, especially verse 14. Good stuff. This is good stuff. I hope you agree.
Thanks again for reading. I am constantly humbled by the feedback I get. Thank you for your loving and prayerful support. Look next time for the second installment of The Story and More, continuing stories from the summer.
God is good! Please keep us in prayer as we in the second year leave for retreat on Sunday! Ciao for niao!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
The Story and More...
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit! God is good!
Okay, okay, okay, I know...I promised stories. So this will be the first in a several part installment of those stories, with some pictures here and there. I'm sorry for stringing you along...but it's just so fun!
Well, where to start? The beginning? I'm glad we agree.
As you may know, some of my last posts came from the land down under ("you betta run, you betta take cover"). But I think all I gave you was some of the lingo and the next thing you knew I was writing you from Singapore, possibly not in the best of moods.
So now I want you to hear some of the amazing graces I received while in Australia. Well, one of those amazing graces came in the form of World Youth Day, the single largest gathering of Catholic Youth in the world, and it happens every three years in a different location. This year was Sydney, Australia, and in 2011 it will be in Madrid, Spain. So every part of the world gets to experience a little of the grace.
As for World Youth Day, just imagine the biggest rock concert you could possibly conceive of, including people from all over the world, throw in the Pope, extend it over a week's time, focus it all on Jesus, and you've got the event pretty well pictured. The city was literally flooded with pilgrims, romping through the streets, flags from every nation waving in those Southern hemisphere winds, and all of them were singing, laughing, and trying to outdo the other groups chants, yells, and songs. It was truly a joyous occasion. I think we rocked Sydney's world (not to mention boosting their business for a week).
Well, in the course of that week, some awesome things happened. For one, I got to meet up with my little bro, Kevin. It was really great getting to see him...from my clearly superior vantage point, being that I'm still taller than he is. I like to think that he looks up to me in multiple ways.
But honestly, it was a blessing to catch up after not seeing him for 7 months or so. And the whole group of Jesuit guys that I joined up with are great guys. They all have a lot to offer: so many gifts, great senses of humor, and they are really trying to think it all through and be good men. I told them as much while I was with them. It was just plain inspiring to see, and I'm thankful for my time with them. They don't know this yet, but I've submitted all of their names to the Diocese of Dallas for their own good...I mean, uh...pray for vocations.
Now, I also should mention that on the second day of the official WYDSYD2008 events, we had catechesis at one of the Jesuit schools in the area. That day, as it turns out, Steve Angrisano was our music leader, helping to get all of us awake and focused for the early morning session. He was also accompanied by Tony Melendez, the toe-pickin' guitarist. It was an awesome way to kick off the session.
As it turns out, though, my brother noticed an empty drumset on stage. He mentioned something to the effect that I was a drummer with no drumset and there, lo and behold, sat a drumset with no drummer. So I casually strolled up to the stage, cleric-clad and all, asking the man running the stage if I could sit down at the set. He said, "Go for it!" So I dropped down on the throne (that's really what drummers call it) and joined in. Mr. Angrisano later introduced me to the auditorium of teens, saying, "If you go to seminary, they teach you how to play drums like this." Honestly, you never know how God wants to use your gifts to reach people. God willing, a few young men just might think a bit more about seminary as a result.
And then just to let you know, I think I ran into someone I knew everyday, either from Saint John Vianney Seminary, the North American College, St. Ann's, or from A&M. It was just awesome the way it all played out. God is good!
So that might be a good refresher to get the stories flowing. Thank you for any and all prayers you have offered for us seminarians. I tell you God has been at work in our lives. Many graces.
And I couldn't let you go without a picture or two from our time there, with more to come of course.
Okay, okay, okay, I know...I promised stories. So this will be the first in a several part installment of those stories, with some pictures here and there. I'm sorry for stringing you along...but it's just so fun!
Well, where to start? The beginning? I'm glad we agree.
As you may know, some of my last posts came from the land down under ("you betta run, you betta take cover"). But I think all I gave you was some of the lingo and the next thing you knew I was writing you from Singapore, possibly not in the best of moods.
So now I want you to hear some of the amazing graces I received while in Australia. Well, one of those amazing graces came in the form of World Youth Day, the single largest gathering of Catholic Youth in the world, and it happens every three years in a different location. This year was Sydney, Australia, and in 2011 it will be in Madrid, Spain. So every part of the world gets to experience a little of the grace.
As for World Youth Day, just imagine the biggest rock concert you could possibly conceive of, including people from all over the world, throw in the Pope, extend it over a week's time, focus it all on Jesus, and you've got the event pretty well pictured. The city was literally flooded with pilgrims, romping through the streets, flags from every nation waving in those Southern hemisphere winds, and all of them were singing, laughing, and trying to outdo the other groups chants, yells, and songs. It was truly a joyous occasion. I think we rocked Sydney's world (not to mention boosting their business for a week).
Well, in the course of that week, some awesome things happened. For one, I got to meet up with my little bro, Kevin. It was really great getting to see him...from my clearly superior vantage point, being that I'm still taller than he is. I like to think that he looks up to me in multiple ways.
But honestly, it was a blessing to catch up after not seeing him for 7 months or so. And the whole group of Jesuit guys that I joined up with are great guys. They all have a lot to offer: so many gifts, great senses of humor, and they are really trying to think it all through and be good men. I told them as much while I was with them. It was just plain inspiring to see, and I'm thankful for my time with them. They don't know this yet, but I've submitted all of their names to the Diocese of Dallas for their own good...I mean, uh...pray for vocations.
Now, I also should mention that on the second day of the official WYDSYD2008 events, we had catechesis at one of the Jesuit schools in the area. That day, as it turns out, Steve Angrisano was our music leader, helping to get all of us awake and focused for the early morning session. He was also accompanied by Tony Melendez, the toe-pickin' guitarist. It was an awesome way to kick off the session.
As it turns out, though, my brother noticed an empty drumset on stage. He mentioned something to the effect that I was a drummer with no drumset and there, lo and behold, sat a drumset with no drummer. So I casually strolled up to the stage, cleric-clad and all, asking the man running the stage if I could sit down at the set. He said, "Go for it!" So I dropped down on the throne (that's really what drummers call it) and joined in. Mr. Angrisano later introduced me to the auditorium of teens, saying, "If you go to seminary, they teach you how to play drums like this." Honestly, you never know how God wants to use your gifts to reach people. God willing, a few young men just might think a bit more about seminary as a result.
And then just to let you know, I think I ran into someone I knew everyday, either from Saint John Vianney Seminary, the North American College, St. Ann's, or from A&M. It was just awesome the way it all played out. God is good!
So that might be a good refresher to get the stories flowing. Thank you for any and all prayers you have offered for us seminarians. I tell you God has been at work in our lives. Many graces.
And I couldn't let you go without a picture or two from our time there, with more to come of course.
Kevin, Sydney, and I.
An artsy view of our group crossing the bridge. Nice shooting, Kev.
Even St. Aloysius was there.
Kevin, Danny, and I with our host family.
Alright, more to come. Thank you for your patience. God bless you, and please keep us in prayer. Ciao for niao!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Another Post!
...is on the way!
But until then, please keep all of the New Men in your prayers. We've got 61 new seminarians on their way from the States and Italian studies. So please pray for them in this time of transition.
And then of course I've got a ton of stories to tell. God is good, and He's not slowing down! So just you wait, and until next time...
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
Ciao for niao!
But until then, please keep all of the New Men in your prayers. We've got 61 new seminarians on their way from the States and Italian studies. So please pray for them in this time of transition.
And then of course I've got a ton of stories to tell. God is good, and He's not slowing down! So just you wait, and until next time...
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
Ciao for niao!
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Makes My Soul Want to Singapore
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
Imagine that I'm writing this in Singapese (?): "Hello from Singapore!" They have free internet access here in the airport, so I thought it'd be fun to update the ol' blog while in between flights back to Europe. One 9-hour flight down, one to go. I never thought I'd complain about just sitting around, but I'm going to: it's awful. Live active, healthy lifestyles, and make sure to eat plenty of greens, get exercise, and brush your teeth twice daily (another privilege I have to forgo at this time...heh).
I will be filling y'all in on my Awesome Australian Adventures soon, but now is not the time. It currently is 11:15 p.m. in Singapore though it feels like it's 1:15 in the a.m. to my body. So I'm a little tired (read as "cranky"). But the first flight went well. The steward served us before we even took off, and he kept insisting we were "party central" as he delivered us flight-sized bottles of wine we did not order (nor could I possibly down...). So that made for an interesting first half. Please pray for the second leg, that we may arrive safely in London.
Know that I'm praying for you, and again, look for a more substantial update soon! God's blessings in Australia were abundant, so I have a lot to say, unlike ususal....
Now, I know I'm tired: I can't tell if I spelled "ususal" correctly in that last paragraph..., even now it look funny.
Okay, time to go. God bless, and live for the Lord!
(NOTE: Due to the lateness of the hour, please forgiv all of my speling misteaks.)
Imagine that I'm writing this in Singapese (?): "Hello from Singapore!" They have free internet access here in the airport, so I thought it'd be fun to update the ol' blog while in between flights back to Europe. One 9-hour flight down, one to go. I never thought I'd complain about just sitting around, but I'm going to: it's awful. Live active, healthy lifestyles, and make sure to eat plenty of greens, get exercise, and brush your teeth twice daily (another privilege I have to forgo at this time...heh).
I will be filling y'all in on my Awesome Australian Adventures soon, but now is not the time. It currently is 11:15 p.m. in Singapore though it feels like it's 1:15 in the a.m. to my body. So I'm a little tired (read as "cranky"). But the first flight went well. The steward served us before we even took off, and he kept insisting we were "party central" as he delivered us flight-sized bottles of wine we did not order (nor could I possibly down...). So that made for an interesting first half. Please pray for the second leg, that we may arrive safely in London.
Know that I'm praying for you, and again, look for a more substantial update soon! God's blessings in Australia were abundant, so I have a lot to say, unlike ususal....
Now, I know I'm tired: I can't tell if I spelled "ususal" correctly in that last paragraph..., even now it look funny.
Okay, time to go. God bless, and live for the Lord!
(NOTE: Due to the lateness of the hour, please forgiv all of my speling misteaks.)
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Learning to Speak...Australian
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
Well, it's been about 3 weeks for me here in Sydney, Australia. And I have to say it's everything that Finding Nemo had prepared me for. That movie is dead on! Everything from the accents, to the Opera House, to the way the seagulls all say, "Mine! Mine! Mine!" as they surround anyone who so much as opens a packet of saltine crackers. Basically, I'm trying to tell you that everything you see in movies is true....
I'd have to say that the thing I've enjoyed most down here is trying to learn the Australian Language.
"But Paul, don't they speak...English?" you ask, looking at me like I'm as slow as a koala bear.
Reading your mind, I respond, "First, koalas are not bears, they're marsupials. Second, saying that Australians speak English is like saying that French Fries are actually French. It sounds good, but it's just not true." (Note: As far as I know, French fries may actually originate in France...)
So I thought I'd introduce you to some of the fun colloquialisms that I've discovered in my time here, in order to dispel this so-called English speaking myth.
For one, I found that they end all of their sentences with a "full-stop" and not a "period." I will now continue blogging from a telegraph--full stop.
Sorry that last joke really threw a "spanner in the works" (pronounced "spanah een thah wuks"...this is really difficult), as they say. This is Australian for "wrench in the gears," a much simpler and commonsensical expression.
There's also...
Well, it's been about 3 weeks for me here in Sydney, Australia. And I have to say it's everything that Finding Nemo had prepared me for. That movie is dead on! Everything from the accents, to the Opera House, to the way the seagulls all say, "Mine! Mine! Mine!" as they surround anyone who so much as opens a packet of saltine crackers. Basically, I'm trying to tell you that everything you see in movies is true....
I'd have to say that the thing I've enjoyed most down here is trying to learn the Australian Language.
"But Paul, don't they speak...English?" you ask, looking at me like I'm as slow as a koala bear.
Reading your mind, I respond, "First, koalas are not bears, they're marsupials. Second, saying that Australians speak English is like saying that French Fries are actually French. It sounds good, but it's just not true." (Note: As far as I know, French fries may actually originate in France...)
So I thought I'd introduce you to some of the fun colloquialisms that I've discovered in my time here, in order to dispel this so-called English speaking myth.
For one, I found that they end all of their sentences with a "full-stop" and not a "period." I will now continue blogging from a telegraph--full stop.
Sorry that last joke really threw a "spanner in the works" (pronounced "spanah een thah wuks"...this is really difficult), as they say. This is Australian for "wrench in the gears," a much simpler and commonsensical expression.
There's also...
- Chunder (pronounced "Chunduh"), Australian for "Vomit." (The Chunduh from down unduh...)
- "Hooroo," Australian for Goodbye.
- "G'day," Australian for "Hello, how are you, it's been too long, and I'd very much enjoy getting together sometime in the near future if you're so inclined."
- "Good onya," Australian for "Good for you!"
- And "Foster's," Australian for beer.
So it's been a fun time getting to know the locals down here. I will try to catch you up when I have more phun phrases phor you.
Alright, now I'm just getting loopy. God bless, and please keep the parish here in your prayers! They've got to deal with the same guy who writes these bizarre blog posts. Hooroo!
Monday, July 28, 2008
G'day from Down Undah!
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
Crickey! It's been a while since I've been on this thing. So as a quick catch-you-up-in-less-than-10-seconds, here's what I did/what happened to me in the last month:
- Finished exams on June 19th
Crickey! It's been a while since I've been on this thing. So as a quick catch-you-up-in-less-than-10-seconds, here's what I did/what happened to me in the last month:
- Finished exams on June 19th
- Slept for 22 of the first 48 hours after that...
- Spent a week and a half trying to talk the Indian Embassy into granting us a Visa
- Said attempts failed due to Anti-Catholic sentiment.
- Canceled flight to India, set to depart on July 1st, in the year of our Lord 2008.
- Spent a good week and a half frantically considering other plans, including but not limited to:
- Visiting Fr. Mark and helping at his Parish in Nigeria
- Going to Mexico for a Parish experience
- Helping the Missionaries of Charity in any of their locations in Europe
- Watching Sleepless in Seattle
- Helping at World Youth Day in Sydney, Australia
As you can see, there were some awesome options still available, despite how impossible some of them might have seemed (I was really gunning for number 4!). In the end, my Vocations Director wanted me to help at World Youth Day 2008. And so I hail you from the great land mass known as Australia: G'day, mate!
And I've got to say, it's been a real trip. Even though our trip to Calcutta fell through, our spiritual plan did not fail. The four of us who were originally planning to serve in India had all decided that we wanted to learn from Mother Teresa, and God gave us our chance by letting the trip fall through.
"What?" you ask. Yes, that's right. Even in apparent "failure" we still were being instructed in the ways of holiness. Mother Teresa would always say, "I take all He gives, and I give all He takes...with a big smile." So while I'm usually very practiced in the first part of that pious statement (gotta love gifts!), I still struggle to really surrender what I want, giving it to God if He wants to take it from me. That's where God wanted us to grow; He wanted us to experience some of the poverty of Mother Teresa, at least in her poverty of self-will.
But God granted us all a chance to serve Him elsewhere in the world. Indeed, God never takes unless He's got more to give. He's usually waiting for us to give up what we think we need, so He can give us what He knows we need. The tension comes because we hang on, desiring to control the situation. When we surrender, however, we have peace.
Please pray for me, that I may continue to surrender. God bless! Know that I'm praying for you all!
Monday, June 30, 2008
It's the End of the Year as We Know It
Pax Christi Vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
*Blink*
A year is now gone. Unbelievable. I do not think it was until my last exam finished that I realized what all had happened in this past year. So much happened in such a short period of time, and I grew a ton, both inwardly and outwardly (no such thing as an Atkin's diet in this country). I'm not even sure where to start.
So I think I will just leave you with some lessons I have learned or been learning throughout this year, and I hope they help you as much as they have helped me.
1) Patience is a virtue. The only thing Italian businesses do on time is close, so needless to say, I had to grow in patience just trying to run errands in the city. But on a more serious note (and please know that I love the Italians, no matter how many jabs I take at them), I have learned that life is a step-by-step process, and growth comes little by little. God directs us if we are willing, and He is always after us. Even as He helps us to grow, however, we must realize that He has His plan, and it does not always happen as fast as we may want. I have had to learn to "wait for God."
2) "Life is a limited experience." - This one came from my spiritual director. I have always wanted to do every good thing that comes my way, which is not possible if you desire either to keep your sanity or get any sleep. This year, however, I have learned that real freedom comes not from having many options but from choosing one of them and going for it, even if I make a mistake. Because I can never really live if I am always worried about having options. But learning the lesson and living the lesson are two different things. The latter may take a bit longer...see #1.
3) "Ordinary but good." - This year has been a year of both highs and lows, but all of them blessings, I would say. When the excitement calmed down at times though, I would think that something was wrong, that I somehow wasn't living the faith if there wasn't something big constantly happening in my life. This bit of advice helped me to relax and trust that even in the ordinary moments of the day God is at work. Because we can't always do something big...see #2.
4) "Get some sleep." This one also comes from my spiritual director. Rest is very important. Because if I am not rested I cannot pray, and if I cannot pray, I cannot really love those around me or accomplish the work before me. Ironic that I'm writing this at 1:30 in the morning....
5) "You're doing what most virtuous people think they have to do: be something they are not." This one came to me from a priest in Lourdes. He was trying to teach me that to be virtuous, to follow God, does not mean we have to become a different person, even if that person we desire to be like is Mother Teresa or Pope John Paul II. He said that it is who I am that God wants to use--and that I need to offer myself to God, not anyone else. This has helped me to just be at peace in myself, trusting that God will draw out of me the good He desires.
6) Get some sleep.
7) "Wherever you are, be all there." This one comes from back at Texas A&M. Remember how I always wanted to do everything? Well, that left me not only tired and worn thin, but I never enjoyed the present moment--I was always looking to the next thing or worrying about something long gone. I couldn't just be in the present, where God is at work. I mean, if I can't enjoy the present moment, what do I have?
8) Nap.
9) "Attitude of Gratitude." Cheesy-sounding but true. When I am thankful it is difficult to be upset about anything. It may take a conscious and active choice on my part, but even attempting to be thankful for everything I have been given helps me to lift my eyes from the mess below to the Majesty above.
10) "Love Alone is Credible" - This one is the title of a work by Hans Urs von Balthasar (doesn't the name just make you want to read it?), a theologian of this past century. I think the idea is perfect, though: everyone knows what love is when they experience it, and it is love (or should I say Love?) that brings people to believe in the Faith. I hope to witness to that Love.
Well, I think that covers it.
I leave you with those reflections as I now prepare to head to Calcutta, India. Mike, Chris, Chris, and myself will leave on Tuesday to serve the poorest of the poor with the Missionaries of Charity, the order founded by Mother Teresa. Please pray for us, both that we get there safely and return safely. Please pray also for those many souls who suffer much there in India.
Thank you all for reading and for your constant, prayerful support of all of us seminarians. God bless! Now it's time for me to practice lessons 4, 6, and 8...in that order. Ciao for niao!
*Blink*
A year is now gone. Unbelievable. I do not think it was until my last exam finished that I realized what all had happened in this past year. So much happened in such a short period of time, and I grew a ton, both inwardly and outwardly (no such thing as an Atkin's diet in this country). I'm not even sure where to start.
So I think I will just leave you with some lessons I have learned or been learning throughout this year, and I hope they help you as much as they have helped me.
1) Patience is a virtue. The only thing Italian businesses do on time is close, so needless to say, I had to grow in patience just trying to run errands in the city. But on a more serious note (and please know that I love the Italians, no matter how many jabs I take at them), I have learned that life is a step-by-step process, and growth comes little by little. God directs us if we are willing, and He is always after us. Even as He helps us to grow, however, we must realize that He has His plan, and it does not always happen as fast as we may want. I have had to learn to "wait for God."
2) "Life is a limited experience." - This one came from my spiritual director. I have always wanted to do every good thing that comes my way, which is not possible if you desire either to keep your sanity or get any sleep. This year, however, I have learned that real freedom comes not from having many options but from choosing one of them and going for it, even if I make a mistake. Because I can never really live if I am always worried about having options. But learning the lesson and living the lesson are two different things. The latter may take a bit longer...see #1.
3) "Ordinary but good." - This year has been a year of both highs and lows, but all of them blessings, I would say. When the excitement calmed down at times though, I would think that something was wrong, that I somehow wasn't living the faith if there wasn't something big constantly happening in my life. This bit of advice helped me to relax and trust that even in the ordinary moments of the day God is at work. Because we can't always do something big...see #2.
4) "Get some sleep." This one also comes from my spiritual director. Rest is very important. Because if I am not rested I cannot pray, and if I cannot pray, I cannot really love those around me or accomplish the work before me. Ironic that I'm writing this at 1:30 in the morning....
5) "You're doing what most virtuous people think they have to do: be something they are not." This one came to me from a priest in Lourdes. He was trying to teach me that to be virtuous, to follow God, does not mean we have to become a different person, even if that person we desire to be like is Mother Teresa or Pope John Paul II. He said that it is who I am that God wants to use--and that I need to offer myself to God, not anyone else. This has helped me to just be at peace in myself, trusting that God will draw out of me the good He desires.
6) Get some sleep.
7) "Wherever you are, be all there." This one comes from back at Texas A&M. Remember how I always wanted to do everything? Well, that left me not only tired and worn thin, but I never enjoyed the present moment--I was always looking to the next thing or worrying about something long gone. I couldn't just be in the present, where God is at work. I mean, if I can't enjoy the present moment, what do I have?
8) Nap.
9) "Attitude of Gratitude." Cheesy-sounding but true. When I am thankful it is difficult to be upset about anything. It may take a conscious and active choice on my part, but even attempting to be thankful for everything I have been given helps me to lift my eyes from the mess below to the Majesty above.
10) "Love Alone is Credible" - This one is the title of a work by Hans Urs von Balthasar (doesn't the name just make you want to read it?), a theologian of this past century. I think the idea is perfect, though: everyone knows what love is when they experience it, and it is love (or should I say Love?) that brings people to believe in the Faith. I hope to witness to that Love.
Well, I think that covers it.
I leave you with those reflections as I now prepare to head to Calcutta, India. Mike, Chris, Chris, and myself will leave on Tuesday to serve the poorest of the poor with the Missionaries of Charity, the order founded by Mother Teresa. Please pray for us, both that we get there safely and return safely. Please pray also for those many souls who suffer much there in India.
Thank you all for reading and for your constant, prayerful support of all of us seminarians. God bless! Now it's time for me to practice lessons 4, 6, and 8...in that order. Ciao for niao!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Hope in the Young
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
I just wanted to drop a note of encouragement to all the youth that may read this, whether of their own free will or at their parents' behest.
I just wanted to say that you (the bold italic lets you know I mean it) can make a huge difference in this world. You are capable of bringing the love of Christ to a hurting world. You can listen and respond to God's call to draw this world back to Him.
You all have so much energy for a reason. Let me put it this way: Jesus, at age 12, was already stirring things up: He did not go with His parents in the caravan but remained in the Temple in Jerusalem "listening [to the teachers] and asking them questions" (Luke 2:41-52).
I love this story, because it captures the whole dynamic perfectly. The young are always ready to get going, ready to get out and accomplish something, to learn, to love, to change the world. The parents, however, get all anxious when something happens that they were not expecting. Indeed, in this passage, Mary says to Jesus, "Son, why have you done this to us? Your father and I have been looking for you with great anxiety." Sound familiar, parents?
So the dynamic seems to be that the youth are ready to get out while the parents know that their kids still have something to learn, that they have some growing to do. How do we resolve this tension? First, we have to recognize this is a healthy tension. There is something to be learned on both sides.
Adults and parents can and should recognize that God calls us often from a very young age. Jesus' reply to Mary in this passage is indicative: "Why were you looking for me? Did you not know that I must be in my Father's house?" (Luke 2:49) Don't you bet Mary just wanted to slap Him? Kidding of course. But it does seem that Jesus is being a little insolent here, but of course He is not. He is God. He is perfect, and He would not do that to His mother. Though He did make them look for Him, and the next verse is great: "But they did not understand what he said to them." How many teenagers can relate to that feeling? Heh. It can often be hard for the parents to understand just what is going on in their teenager or adolescent child, even if this be for good.
The other side, however, is that Jesus, though fully God, responds as any 12 year old should respond to His mother: with obedience (insert collective groan from all youth). Yes, in Luke 2:51 we read, "He went down with them and came to Nazareth, and was obedient to them." We young-ins must learn that following God requires that we obey those set over us, for this is the surest path to God's will. In fact, in John's Gospel, it is Mary who brings about Jesus' first miracle at the wedding at Cana (John 2). So she tells him at 12 years-old that it is not yet time, only to usher in His time when He is older and ready. Obedience, therefore, brought about the right timing in Jesus' life.
Youth: "Ha, but I've got you now, Paul. My mom is not Mary, who was conceived without sin, who was therefore a perfect mother. So clearly I shouldn't have to obey her."
Me: "You're right, she's not Mary. But then, last I checked, you aren't exactly Jesus either."
Youth: "I have been schooled."
Okay, but seriously. My whole point is that there is a healthy tension. Parents need to realize that God calls early, and this is good. The Youth need to realize that this does not mean they are free to disobey and make trouble for their parents.
You youth, however, by living your faith within obedience can profoundly change your parents' mindset of your call. I mean, what parent can object to you living your Faith more fully if it makes you more obedient to them, as well as more loving and patient...? And by your faith, they too will be more fully converted, and all of you will move ever closer to the path God has planned for you, a path that can change the lives of so many for the better. And let me tell you, it's an amazing path!
Lest the parents think they got off too easy (obedience sounds great!), I simply wish to remind you of the following: that in the very same verse that Jesus was obedient to His parents, we find that "his mother kept all these things in her heart" (Luke 2:51). So I charge you parents, like Mary, to seek within your heart and pray, asking God to guide you to make the right decisions for your children. If your child is expressing a desire to seek the Lord, to follow His call, please encourage your child, talk with your priest, and pray for the guidance of the Holy Spirit so that God's will may be done. Parents, do not be afraid to let your children follow God's call. If Mrs. Wojtyla (Woh-tee-wuh) had been afraid to let her child follow God, Karol Wojtyla might not have become Pope John Paul II, one of, if not the Greatest Pope ever. Trust in God. His plan is always amazing!
And just for a little inspirational music dealing with this topic, check out the song titled, "Hope in the Young" (where I got the title for this post) by Jenny Klement at her website (I also have a link in my "Check These Out" section of the blog). It's a short clip, but it's very good, and I love this song.
God bless, and keep seeking the Truth!
I just wanted to drop a note of encouragement to all the youth that may read this, whether of their own free will or at their parents' behest.
I just wanted to say that you (the bold italic lets you know I mean it) can make a huge difference in this world. You are capable of bringing the love of Christ to a hurting world. You can listen and respond to God's call to draw this world back to Him.
You all have so much energy for a reason. Let me put it this way: Jesus, at age 12, was already stirring things up: He did not go with His parents in the caravan but remained in the Temple in Jerusalem "listening [to the teachers] and asking them questions" (Luke 2:41-52).
I love this story, because it captures the whole dynamic perfectly. The young are always ready to get going, ready to get out and accomplish something, to learn, to love, to change the world. The parents, however, get all anxious when something happens that they were not expecting. Indeed, in this passage, Mary says to Jesus, "Son, why have you done this to us? Your father and I have been looking for you with great anxiety." Sound familiar, parents?
So the dynamic seems to be that the youth are ready to get out while the parents know that their kids still have something to learn, that they have some growing to do. How do we resolve this tension? First, we have to recognize this is a healthy tension. There is something to be learned on both sides.
Adults and parents can and should recognize that God calls us often from a very young age. Jesus' reply to Mary in this passage is indicative: "Why were you looking for me? Did you not know that I must be in my Father's house?" (Luke 2:49) Don't you bet Mary just wanted to slap Him? Kidding of course. But it does seem that Jesus is being a little insolent here, but of course He is not. He is God. He is perfect, and He would not do that to His mother. Though He did make them look for Him, and the next verse is great: "But they did not understand what he said to them." How many teenagers can relate to that feeling? Heh. It can often be hard for the parents to understand just what is going on in their teenager or adolescent child, even if this be for good.
The other side, however, is that Jesus, though fully God, responds as any 12 year old should respond to His mother: with obedience (insert collective groan from all youth). Yes, in Luke 2:51 we read, "He went down with them and came to Nazareth, and was obedient to them." We young-ins must learn that following God requires that we obey those set over us, for this is the surest path to God's will. In fact, in John's Gospel, it is Mary who brings about Jesus' first miracle at the wedding at Cana (John 2). So she tells him at 12 years-old that it is not yet time, only to usher in His time when He is older and ready. Obedience, therefore, brought about the right timing in Jesus' life.
Youth: "Ha, but I've got you now, Paul. My mom is not Mary, who was conceived without sin, who was therefore a perfect mother. So clearly I shouldn't have to obey her."
Me: "You're right, she's not Mary. But then, last I checked, you aren't exactly Jesus either."
Youth: "I have been schooled."
Okay, but seriously. My whole point is that there is a healthy tension. Parents need to realize that God calls early, and this is good. The Youth need to realize that this does not mean they are free to disobey and make trouble for their parents.
You youth, however, by living your faith within obedience can profoundly change your parents' mindset of your call. I mean, what parent can object to you living your Faith more fully if it makes you more obedient to them, as well as more loving and patient...? And by your faith, they too will be more fully converted, and all of you will move ever closer to the path God has planned for you, a path that can change the lives of so many for the better. And let me tell you, it's an amazing path!
Lest the parents think they got off too easy (obedience sounds great!), I simply wish to remind you of the following: that in the very same verse that Jesus was obedient to His parents, we find that "his mother kept all these things in her heart" (Luke 2:51). So I charge you parents, like Mary, to seek within your heart and pray, asking God to guide you to make the right decisions for your children. If your child is expressing a desire to seek the Lord, to follow His call, please encourage your child, talk with your priest, and pray for the guidance of the Holy Spirit so that God's will may be done. Parents, do not be afraid to let your children follow God's call. If Mrs. Wojtyla (Woh-tee-wuh) had been afraid to let her child follow God, Karol Wojtyla might not have become Pope John Paul II, one of, if not the Greatest Pope ever. Trust in God. His plan is always amazing!
And just for a little inspirational music dealing with this topic, check out the song titled, "Hope in the Young" (where I got the title for this post) by Jenny Klement at her website (I also have a link in my "Check These Out" section of the blog). It's a short clip, but it's very good, and I love this song.
God bless, and keep seeking the Truth!
Monday, June 16, 2008
Rocky Mountain High
Come Holy Spirit! Pax Christi vobiscum!
Monks are awesome! (Bet you didn't see that line coming. Got to keep you guessing somehow.)
Friday afternoon, after having completed quasi (Italian for "almost," used by Italians quasi all the time) all my exams, I decided that it would be best to get out of town for a bit, to get refreshed, relaxed, and reloaded for my last exam and for a month of service in India this coming summer. Pray for the four of us going out there by the way. We'll need it.
So to get recharged, I decided to head to Norcia in Umbria, quasi near Assisi. Basically, think beautiful, and you've got the right picture. The town of Norcia (also known by its Latin name Nursia) is a small, medieval, walled town, in a valley completely surrounded by mountains, complete with Basilica, clock tower, and, yep, you guessed it, it's very own set of Benedictine monks.
Therefore, when I say that I went to see some Benedictine Monks in Norcia, I'm telling you I saw it at its heart. These guys are all on fire for Christ, and guess what? They're all American. You can check it out for yourself. One of them, Br. Peter, is actually a good friend of mine from St. Ann. Pretty awesome, huh?
Then today, Br. Peter and I hiked up one of them there mountains. Well, actually, we drove up most of it...and then hiked. But we hiked enough so that I am not lying by saying "we hiked up it." It was an amazing view all the way up. To give you an idea of the landscapes, I'll just say that a good portion of our conversation was on Lord of the Rings. Capisce?
The best part of the trip had to be the top. The peak had a huge metal cross standing on top of it, overlooking the valleys on either side. A truly powerful image. Then there's the deep symbolism: the cross, much like the mountain, is the place where heaven meets earth.
After our "hike" down the mountain. I loaded up and headed back to Rome. I was blessed to have a wonderful conversation with this older woman from Rome. As the conversation progressed, she ended up telling me what she thought Priests needed to do. She said, "I sacerdoti hanno bisogno di inspirare i giovani." OH, sorry, I need to translate. (Heh.) Translation: "The priests need to inspire the youth." I couldn't have agreed more, and I asked her to pray for me, that I might do just that, God willing I become a priest.
Then, as I arrived in Rome, taking the Metro and walking back to the Seminary, something was weighing on my heart. It was hitting me that no one really believes in God anymore, no one really cares. There was just a sense of a void. I looked around at everyone I passed, and I could see that the eyes of many of them were filled with hurt, confusion, even hopelessness. They did not know the joy that is in our God. Then it occurred to me: if there are a billion Catholics in this world, and even more Christians in general, how can that possibly be? How can anyone possibly be without the consolation that comes only from God?
I can tell you why. I was walking proof of it. I saw all of that, and I didn't try to offer what I could. But that's just it: if we simply reach out, and even try to talk about God, about the love of Jesus Christ, a huge difference could be made in a world so desperately in need of it.
So I leave you this week with a challenge: find some way to show to someone else the love you have received from God. Offer to say a prayer for them, ask them how their faith is going, or just ask how they are doing and really listen. We've really got to start showing the love of Christ to those around us if this world is going to get any better. And if you feel like you yourself do not know this love, say this prayer:
Lord my God, I trust and know that You are there, that You love me more than I could possibly imagine. And yet I do not know You as well as I would like, and I have difficulty trusting the truth of Your great love. I also know, however, that You give to those who ask, and so I ask You in faith: please show me Your love. Grant me the peace of resting in You. I open myself to receive all that You have for me. Let Your will be done. Amen.
I ask you, please give this a shot. Our world needs it...we all need it. Count on my prayers for you, and thank you for all of yours. They are felt. God is good, no quasi about it! God bless you all!
Monks are awesome! (Bet you didn't see that line coming. Got to keep you guessing somehow.)
Friday afternoon, after having completed quasi (Italian for "almost," used by Italians quasi all the time) all my exams, I decided that it would be best to get out of town for a bit, to get refreshed, relaxed, and reloaded for my last exam and for a month of service in India this coming summer. Pray for the four of us going out there by the way. We'll need it.
So to get recharged, I decided to head to Norcia in Umbria, quasi near Assisi. Basically, think beautiful, and you've got the right picture. The town of Norcia (also known by its Latin name Nursia) is a small, medieval, walled town, in a valley completely surrounded by mountains, complete with Basilica, clock tower, and, yep, you guessed it, it's very own set of Benedictine monks.
There's a pretty good shot of the piazza right there. You can see the Basilica on the right side with the Rose Window as well as the statue of St. Benedict right there in front of it. The other building pictured is some awesome looking (government?) building, including the aforementioned clock tower. And yes, those are mountains in the background. You may now wipe the drool off your keyboard.
A bit of background: Norcia just so happens to be the birthplace of St. Benedict, the founder of the Benedictine Order of Monks. He is also known as the Father of Western Monasticism, meaning if there are Monks that are not from the East, he probably had a hand in it.Therefore, when I say that I went to see some Benedictine Monks in Norcia, I'm telling you I saw it at its heart. These guys are all on fire for Christ, and guess what? They're all American. You can check it out for yourself. One of them, Br. Peter, is actually a good friend of mine from St. Ann. Pretty awesome, huh?
Then today, Br. Peter and I hiked up one of them there mountains. Well, actually, we drove up most of it...and then hiked. But we hiked enough so that I am not lying by saying "we hiked up it." It was an amazing view all the way up. To give you an idea of the landscapes, I'll just say that a good portion of our conversation was on Lord of the Rings. Capisce?
The best part of the trip had to be the top. The peak had a huge metal cross standing on top of it, overlooking the valleys on either side. A truly powerful image. Then there's the deep symbolism: the cross, much like the mountain, is the place where heaven meets earth.
After our "hike" down the mountain. I loaded up and headed back to Rome. I was blessed to have a wonderful conversation with this older woman from Rome. As the conversation progressed, she ended up telling me what she thought Priests needed to do. She said, "I sacerdoti hanno bisogno di inspirare i giovani." OH, sorry, I need to translate. (Heh.) Translation: "The priests need to inspire the youth." I couldn't have agreed more, and I asked her to pray for me, that I might do just that, God willing I become a priest.
Then, as I arrived in Rome, taking the Metro and walking back to the Seminary, something was weighing on my heart. It was hitting me that no one really believes in God anymore, no one really cares. There was just a sense of a void. I looked around at everyone I passed, and I could see that the eyes of many of them were filled with hurt, confusion, even hopelessness. They did not know the joy that is in our God. Then it occurred to me: if there are a billion Catholics in this world, and even more Christians in general, how can that possibly be? How can anyone possibly be without the consolation that comes only from God?
I can tell you why. I was walking proof of it. I saw all of that, and I didn't try to offer what I could. But that's just it: if we simply reach out, and even try to talk about God, about the love of Jesus Christ, a huge difference could be made in a world so desperately in need of it.
So I leave you this week with a challenge: find some way to show to someone else the love you have received from God. Offer to say a prayer for them, ask them how their faith is going, or just ask how they are doing and really listen. We've really got to start showing the love of Christ to those around us if this world is going to get any better. And if you feel like you yourself do not know this love, say this prayer:
Lord my God, I trust and know that You are there, that You love me more than I could possibly imagine. And yet I do not know You as well as I would like, and I have difficulty trusting the truth of Your great love. I also know, however, that You give to those who ask, and so I ask You in faith: please show me Your love. Grant me the peace of resting in You. I open myself to receive all that You have for me. Let Your will be done. Amen.
I ask you, please give this a shot. Our world needs it...we all need it. Count on my prayers for you, and thank you for all of yours. They are felt. God is good, no quasi about it! God bless you all!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Curtain Call
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
Okay, okay, I know I promised stories, but I need to write a reflection first, because I want to get this out there and also because I have an exam tomorrow (and procrastination reigns supreme!). So pray for us with our exams. Yes, I know it's June, but again, everything is later in Italy.
As I was visiting St. Peter's one day a few weeks ago, I ventured into the Adoration Chapel off to the North side of the Basilica. I often visit there to pray a Holy Hour in front of our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament. It is an absolutely beautiful chapel, constructed and painted by Bernini and company (who the heck is Bob Ross?). The best part, though, is the golden monstrance on the altar, holding the Eucharist, which if you know Catholic Teaching, holds that Jesus Christ is truly present there, though it appears to be a simple piece of bread (see all of John 6, especially verse 55).
Well, I was on my way in, collar-clad and all, but being gentlemanly (that is a word), I decided to hold the curtain open for those passing through. You see, the doorway to the Chapel is just an open door with huge drapes or curtains hanging down in the empty space. This curtain-door reduces noise in the chapel...and it's fun to watch swing back on an unsuspecting tourist...uh, which of course is why I was holding it for them....
So as I was standing there, holding the curtain, it hit me (not the curtain): this is what a Priest is meant to be. The Priest is the one who stands at the threshold between Jesus and His people, pulling back the veil so that they may discover Him in the Sacraments. That is what it is all about.
And in light of that, I wrote a little poem. It's not complete, but I figured I ought to share it with you all. Please enjoy and then pray for Priests! God bless, and know you are in my prayers!
Okay, okay, I know I promised stories, but I need to write a reflection first, because I want to get this out there and also because I have an exam tomorrow (and procrastination reigns supreme!). So pray for us with our exams. Yes, I know it's June, but again, everything is later in Italy.
As I was visiting St. Peter's one day a few weeks ago, I ventured into the Adoration Chapel off to the North side of the Basilica. I often visit there to pray a Holy Hour in front of our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament. It is an absolutely beautiful chapel, constructed and painted by Bernini and company (who the heck is Bob Ross?). The best part, though, is the golden monstrance on the altar, holding the Eucharist, which if you know Catholic Teaching, holds that Jesus Christ is truly present there, though it appears to be a simple piece of bread (see all of John 6, especially verse 55).
Well, I was on my way in, collar-clad and all, but being gentlemanly (that is a word), I decided to hold the curtain open for those passing through. You see, the doorway to the Chapel is just an open door with huge drapes or curtains hanging down in the empty space. This curtain-door reduces noise in the chapel...and it's fun to watch swing back on an unsuspecting tourist...uh, which of course is why I was holding it for them....
So as I was standing there, holding the curtain, it hit me (not the curtain): this is what a Priest is meant to be. The Priest is the one who stands at the threshold between Jesus and His people, pulling back the veil so that they may discover Him in the Sacraments. That is what it is all about.
And in light of that, I wrote a little poem. It's not complete, but I figured I ought to share it with you all. Please enjoy and then pray for Priests! God bless, and know you are in my prayers!
Doorway to Adore
There is a room of purest gold
whose beauties fly aloft,
where gather those on bended knee
whose whispers echo soft.
They gather there, from whence who knows?
Intentions all the same:
To see the One who rests within,
and softly calls their name.
And I, I stand here at the door,
the curtain mine to hold.
A collared usher leading them
to One who heals their soul.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Pentecost!
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit (especially today)!
(Sound of pitchpipe hitting middle C)
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday dear Holy Mother Church,
Happy Birthday to you.
Today is Pentecost! That is, today is the day that the Holy Spirit descended on the Apostles and Mary in the upper room in tongues of flame. And as they spoke people from many different countries heard the words that they were saying in his or her own native tongue (see Acts 2). Because the disciples then went out to evangelize the world, bringing the Good News to everyone, this day is held to be the birthday of Holy Mother Church...which is why it's also incredible that today happens to be Mother's Day. What a coinkidink (if you know a better way to spell that let me know...I spent 5 minutes trying to put that phrase to paper...err, computer screen).
So in honor of this incredible feast, a group of us ventured down to the Piazza di San Pietro. There we listened to the Holy Father, Papa Benedetto, deliver one of his Regina Caeli (Ray-gee-na Chay-lee) addresses...good as usual.
Then two of us, including me, slung our guitar straps over our shoulders (guitars included) and we started singing some praise and worship songs (Kumbaya ain't got nothin'!). I blinked and there were more than 40 people gathered around, either joining in or just absorbing the scene. And they all stayed there for almost the entire thing. We had our very own little Pentecost, right there in front of St. Peter's. What a blessing!
As the two of us (Keith and I) played the songs, a couple of other men in clerics walked around and talked with the pilgrims that were gathered there. A couple of people started to cry, only one of whom I had hit with my guitar. Seriously, it was a sight to behold. I think people are just aching for a chance to rejoice, to be free in praise of our God. That's what it is: there is true freedom when we realize it's not about us, that our worries don't amount to a hill of beans half the time, and if they do, God's got it under control anyways (we also need to let Him take control though, a.k.a. surrender).
So thank God for all that you have, place your trust in Him, and pray that we seminarians can do the same. I hope you have a wonderful Pentecost, and again, those other stories are forthcoming. God bless!
P.S. - I'll see if I can find some pictures from the event. I saw a ton of cameras, so there have to be some pics. Ciao for niao!
(Sound of pitchpipe hitting middle C)
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday dear Holy Mother Church,
Happy Birthday to you.
Today is Pentecost! That is, today is the day that the Holy Spirit descended on the Apostles and Mary in the upper room in tongues of flame. And as they spoke people from many different countries heard the words that they were saying in his or her own native tongue (see Acts 2). Because the disciples then went out to evangelize the world, bringing the Good News to everyone, this day is held to be the birthday of Holy Mother Church...which is why it's also incredible that today happens to be Mother's Day. What a coinkidink (if you know a better way to spell that let me know...I spent 5 minutes trying to put that phrase to paper...err, computer screen).
So in honor of this incredible feast, a group of us ventured down to the Piazza di San Pietro. There we listened to the Holy Father, Papa Benedetto, deliver one of his Regina Caeli (Ray-gee-na Chay-lee) addresses...good as usual.
Then two of us, including me, slung our guitar straps over our shoulders (guitars included) and we started singing some praise and worship songs (Kumbaya ain't got nothin'!). I blinked and there were more than 40 people gathered around, either joining in or just absorbing the scene. And they all stayed there for almost the entire thing. We had our very own little Pentecost, right there in front of St. Peter's. What a blessing!
As the two of us (Keith and I) played the songs, a couple of other men in clerics walked around and talked with the pilgrims that were gathered there. A couple of people started to cry, only one of whom I had hit with my guitar. Seriously, it was a sight to behold. I think people are just aching for a chance to rejoice, to be free in praise of our God. That's what it is: there is true freedom when we realize it's not about us, that our worries don't amount to a hill of beans half the time, and if they do, God's got it under control anyways (we also need to let Him take control though, a.k.a. surrender).
So thank God for all that you have, place your trust in Him, and pray that we seminarians can do the same. I hope you have a wonderful Pentecost, and again, those other stories are forthcoming. God bless!
P.S. - I'll see if I can find some pictures from the event. I saw a ton of cameras, so there have to be some pics. Ciao for niao!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Receiving is Believing
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
...
That ellipsis stands for me catching my breath after the rush of amazing things happening this week, and I will tell you about all of those subito (translation: "soon"...a word rarely used in Italian...unless referring to the next meal). For this blog, however, I really wanted to focus on one thing, one lesson God has been trying to teach me that I have been slow to learn: Receive, receive, receive.
Here in the seminary, we often have a little problem called "Pelagianism," an early heresy in which Pelagius, its overachieving patron, decided that original sin hadn't really messed things up that bad and that we could reach God on our own, without His help. Two words: BIG MISTAKE. DOESN'T WORK. DOOMED TO FAILURE. I CAN'T EVEN COUNT WITHOUT HIS HELP.
Now, I am not saying we in the seminary are a bunch of heretics. Let me make that perfectly clear. Seminarians = good. But we have a tendency to want to be more good, and we think we have to do it all by our lonesome (and if I continue to use the words "by our lonesome," I will probably end up that way).
Okay, so my point, without digression, is that I need to receive God's love, not try to earn my way there. He's not sitting there in heaven eating Ben & Jerry's and watching Matlock, occasionally glancing down to see if I'm getting any closer. God is knocking at--scratch that--knocking down the door of my heart trying to get in so that I can receive His love for me. That's it: it's all about receptivity. God is the One Who by His grace accomplishes all things. So we just need to receive that grace and be thankful for it.
As this wonderful little pamphlet published by the Missionaries of Charity (Blessed Mother Teresa's Order) puts it, "I THIRST FOR YOU - just as you are. You don't need to change to believe in My love, for it will be your belief in My love that will change you."
I love that quote. It hits me every time.... And what a consolation! To know that I don't have to do it, I just have to let it be done to me...according to His word. Who does that sound like? I'll point you to chapter and verse using a hyper-link; you don't even need a Bible handy (the Catholics among you are already wiping your foreheads): The Gospel of Luke, Chapter 1, Verse 38.
So when you feel like you can't do it, just remember: you can't, but God can. Let Him.
"I thirst for you." Now that's a statement I can really drink in. God bless, and I'm praying for you. Oh, and some great stories are on the way.
Homework, Featherweight: Buy a flower for your Mom, just cuz.
Homework, Heaveyweight: Buy her a flower, then tell her you love her.
Homework, Heaveyweight Champ: Buy her the flower, tell her you love her, then pray with her.
...
That ellipsis stands for me catching my breath after the rush of amazing things happening this week, and I will tell you about all of those subito (translation: "soon"...a word rarely used in Italian...unless referring to the next meal). For this blog, however, I really wanted to focus on one thing, one lesson God has been trying to teach me that I have been slow to learn: Receive, receive, receive.
Here in the seminary, we often have a little problem called "Pelagianism," an early heresy in which Pelagius, its overachieving patron, decided that original sin hadn't really messed things up that bad and that we could reach God on our own, without His help. Two words: BIG MISTAKE. DOESN'T WORK. DOOMED TO FAILURE. I CAN'T EVEN COUNT WITHOUT HIS HELP.
Now, I am not saying we in the seminary are a bunch of heretics. Let me make that perfectly clear. Seminarians = good. But we have a tendency to want to be more good, and we think we have to do it all by our lonesome (and if I continue to use the words "by our lonesome," I will probably end up that way).
Okay, so my point, without digression, is that I need to receive God's love, not try to earn my way there. He's not sitting there in heaven eating Ben & Jerry's and watching Matlock, occasionally glancing down to see if I'm getting any closer. God is knocking at--scratch that--knocking down the door of my heart trying to get in so that I can receive His love for me. That's it: it's all about receptivity. God is the One Who by His grace accomplishes all things. So we just need to receive that grace and be thankful for it.
As this wonderful little pamphlet published by the Missionaries of Charity (Blessed Mother Teresa's Order) puts it, "I THIRST FOR YOU - just as you are. You don't need to change to believe in My love, for it will be your belief in My love that will change you."
I love that quote. It hits me every time.... And what a consolation! To know that I don't have to do it, I just have to let it be done to me...according to His word. Who does that sound like? I'll point you to chapter and verse using a hyper-link; you don't even need a Bible handy (the Catholics among you are already wiping your foreheads): The Gospel of Luke, Chapter 1, Verse 38.
So when you feel like you can't do it, just remember: you can't, but God can. Let Him.
"I thirst for you." Now that's a statement I can really drink in. God bless, and I'm praying for you. Oh, and some great stories are on the way.
Homework, Featherweight: Buy a flower for your Mom, just cuz.
Homework, Heaveyweight: Buy her a flower, then tell her you love her.
Homework, Heaveyweight Champ: Buy her the flower, tell her you love her, then pray with her.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Dad's on a Business Trip
Come Holy Spirit! Pax Christi vobiscum!
So I don't know how closely you've been following the news, but our Holy Father has left the Vatican...and gone on a business trip to the States. It really is kind of weird. Being over here, Pope Benedict has become a real father to us. Having him away, then, is really like having your dad leave for business. There's just something odd about thinking he's not in his rooms there just above the Piazza di San Pietro.
But, I am PUMPED for you all back home, who get to see just how wonderful, humble, brilliant, and holy a man the Holy Spirit has selected for our Holy Father. He is exactly who we need right now, and his two primary concerns: showing us God and loving us back to Him. Tune in to the broadcasts online at http://www.ewtn.com/ or on any of the news networks. Just remember that they're not all going to cover everything he says.
I ask that you pray for our Holy Father during this visit, and even more, I ask that you pray for our nation. He is a great source of hope to everyone, Catholics and non-Catholics alike...and it shows. Check the Dow-Jones. I'm not saying anything with utter certainty; but what I will say is that he arrived last Tuesday, and the stock market has climbed everyday since then. Coincidence? ...or Providence?
Easter Homework, a.k.a. Random Act of Kindness: Hold the door open for someone...and not just someone you would like to go to lunch with later (I'm talking to you, young men). To Kick it up a Notch, pray for them as they pass through the door.
So I don't know how closely you've been following the news, but our Holy Father has left the Vatican...and gone on a business trip to the States. It really is kind of weird. Being over here, Pope Benedict has become a real father to us. Having him away, then, is really like having your dad leave for business. There's just something odd about thinking he's not in his rooms there just above the Piazza di San Pietro.
But, I am PUMPED for you all back home, who get to see just how wonderful, humble, brilliant, and holy a man the Holy Spirit has selected for our Holy Father. He is exactly who we need right now, and his two primary concerns: showing us God and loving us back to Him. Tune in to the broadcasts online at http://www.ewtn.com/ or on any of the news networks. Just remember that they're not all going to cover everything he says.
I ask that you pray for our Holy Father during this visit, and even more, I ask that you pray for our nation. He is a great source of hope to everyone, Catholics and non-Catholics alike...and it shows. Check the Dow-Jones. I'm not saying anything with utter certainty; but what I will say is that he arrived last Tuesday, and the stock market has climbed everyday since then. Coincidence? ...or Providence?
Well, God bless you all as you seek Him during this Easter Season! Thank Him for everyday!
Easter Season Reflection (remember, it's still Easter until Pentecost): Easter Sunday was the one day the Son rose before the dawn.Easter Homework, a.k.a. Random Act of Kindness: Hold the door open for someone...and not just someone you would like to go to lunch with later (I'm talking to you, young men). To Kick it up a Notch, pray for them as they pass through the door.
Monday, April 7, 2008
I Can Relate...
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
I just have been doing some reflecting lately (not in front of a mirror, like usual...uh wait), and I had something occur to me. Basically, as I've been discerning, I've been trying to figure out what it is I'm getting into here, seeking to live life as a celibate priest of the Roman Catholic Church. What have I found? It is fitting that in the Catholic faith we are seeking a relationship.
Allow me to explain: What are all of us looking for in this life? If we are all really honest with ourselves, we are looking for a relationship. We desire to love and to be loved. All of us long for someone to share our most intimate self with who will respond in kind: a true relationship. (Or maybe I'm the only one...?)
Then what do I find in the Faith but the fact that God has been doing the same thing and to a much higher degree. Get this: the Faith tells us that God so desires a relationship with us that He became a man, born of a woman, Mary, in order to seek us out and draw us back to Him. The second Person of the Trinity, the Word of God, fully God Himself, became flesh and dwelt among us (see John 1:14). Jesus Christ, "Who, though he was in the form of God, did not regard equality with God something to be grasped. Rather, he emptied himself, taking the form of a slave, coming in human likeness; and found human in appearance, he humbled himself, becoming obedient to death, even death on a cross" (Philippians 2:6-8, emphasis mine).
Stay with me here. This means that the Son of God, Who already shared in the eternal glory and majesty of the Father before all the ages, humbled Himself to become human (it would be similar to one of us becoming an ant in order to draw all ants to a relationship with us) and then humbled Himself even more when He died for us. Now that's what I call seeking a relationship.
Even if you don't believe it, you have to admit the idea of it is staggering...and it's also exactly what we desire.
So that's where I say it is fitting. It is called an argument from fittingness. Our desire lines up exactly with what we find in the Faith. And if the God Who creates is the same God Who reveals Himself to us in the Faith, then this only makes sense: God created us for Himself (and our hearts are restless until they rest in Him, as St. Augustine reminds us), and so we should find that the desire within us matches up with the God we find in revelation. In other words, the person I was created to be should line up with the information I have about the God Who creates. And we do indeed find this correspondence between the claim made in revelation (that God created us for Himself and His love) and the fact found in my life experience (that I desire to be loved perfectly).
I mean, who doesn't want to be loved perfectly just as they are? I could sure go for some of that.
So in my reflection I have realized that I too will be entering into a relationship with my Bride-to-be, the Church, and through her, a relationship with God. That's right, as a Roman Catholic Priest, I will be marrying the Church.
The only difference is that in this marriage, I will wear a collar, not a leash.
God bless you all! And know that I pray for you constantly. St. Peter and St. Paul, pray for us!
I just have been doing some reflecting lately (not in front of a mirror, like usual...uh wait), and I had something occur to me. Basically, as I've been discerning, I've been trying to figure out what it is I'm getting into here, seeking to live life as a celibate priest of the Roman Catholic Church. What have I found? It is fitting that in the Catholic faith we are seeking a relationship.
Allow me to explain: What are all of us looking for in this life? If we are all really honest with ourselves, we are looking for a relationship. We desire to love and to be loved. All of us long for someone to share our most intimate self with who will respond in kind: a true relationship. (Or maybe I'm the only one...?)
Then what do I find in the Faith but the fact that God has been doing the same thing and to a much higher degree. Get this: the Faith tells us that God so desires a relationship with us that He became a man, born of a woman, Mary, in order to seek us out and draw us back to Him. The second Person of the Trinity, the Word of God, fully God Himself, became flesh and dwelt among us (see John 1:14). Jesus Christ, "Who, though he was in the form of God, did not regard equality with God something to be grasped. Rather, he emptied himself, taking the form of a slave, coming in human likeness; and found human in appearance, he humbled himself, becoming obedient to death, even death on a cross" (Philippians 2:6-8, emphasis mine).
Stay with me here. This means that the Son of God, Who already shared in the eternal glory and majesty of the Father before all the ages, humbled Himself to become human (it would be similar to one of us becoming an ant in order to draw all ants to a relationship with us) and then humbled Himself even more when He died for us. Now that's what I call seeking a relationship.
Even if you don't believe it, you have to admit the idea of it is staggering...and it's also exactly what we desire.
So that's where I say it is fitting. It is called an argument from fittingness. Our desire lines up exactly with what we find in the Faith. And if the God Who creates is the same God Who reveals Himself to us in the Faith, then this only makes sense: God created us for Himself (and our hearts are restless until they rest in Him, as St. Augustine reminds us), and so we should find that the desire within us matches up with the God we find in revelation. In other words, the person I was created to be should line up with the information I have about the God Who creates. And we do indeed find this correspondence between the claim made in revelation (that God created us for Himself and His love) and the fact found in my life experience (that I desire to be loved perfectly).
I mean, who doesn't want to be loved perfectly just as they are? I could sure go for some of that.
So in my reflection I have realized that I too will be entering into a relationship with my Bride-to-be, the Church, and through her, a relationship with God. That's right, as a Roman Catholic Priest, I will be marrying the Church.
The only difference is that in this marriage, I will wear a collar, not a leash.
God bless you all! And know that I pray for you constantly. St. Peter and St. Paul, pray for us!
Friday, April 4, 2008
Picture This
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
Just wanted to slap up some pictures for your viewing enjoyment. These are shots taken in Ars (French Pronunciation: "Ahrs", Pirate Pronunciation: "ARRRRRRRss"). Enjoy!
From the hilltop overlooking Ars, this picture shows St. John Marie Vianney speaking with a small Berger (French for "Shepherd", pronounced "Ber-GEHR") who had shown him the way to Ars. Upon finding the village, St. John Vianney said, "You have shown me the way to Ars, now I will show you the way to heaven." Hence, the hand pointing upwards.
You know a city is holy when it's roadsigns display the Mass times. Pretty sweet.
I don't know what's over there, but there are a lot of them. I'm glad they told me just how many though.
Just wanted to slap up some pictures for your viewing enjoyment. These are shots taken in Ars (French Pronunciation: "Ahrs", Pirate Pronunciation: "ARRRRRRRss"). Enjoy!
From the hilltop overlooking Ars, this picture shows St. John Marie Vianney speaking with a small Berger (French for "Shepherd", pronounced "Ber-GEHR") who had shown him the way to Ars. Upon finding the village, St. John Vianney said, "You have shown me the way to Ars, now I will show you the way to heaven." Hence, the hand pointing upwards.
You know a city is holy when it's roadsigns display the Mass times. Pretty sweet.
The Tomb of St. John Vianney. If you look closely, you can see that he still has his skin. He is what one calls "incorrupt." Certain Saints are discovered to still have their skin long after their death, usually when they are being moved from one burial plot to another. The reason? They lived such a holy life that their body does not suffer decay or corruption, a result of the first sin - see Genesis, chapter 3. These Saints lived a life so free of sin that God offers them as a witness to us: they do not decay after their deaths. They truly appear to be merely resting in peace.
The Basilica and the town from the hilltop where St. John Vianney spoke with the Berger (pronounced: "Ham-Ber-GERH!")
I don't know what's over there, but there are a lot of them. I'm glad they told me just how many though.
Shot of the French countryside, also taken from the spot where St. John Vianney encountered the Berger (pronounced: "Big Mac").
So there are some of the pictures from the trip. Again, it was an incredibly blessed trip, and it was really confirming in my call to the priesthood. If you get the chance, I suggest you read more about St. John Vianney's life. Then pray constantly for our priests.
God bless you all, and know of my prayers for you! Enjoy this Easter season! He is Risen! Alleluia, Alleluia!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Happy Easter!
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
A quick side note to begin: I thought about titling this post "A New Post," and then simply having the text read, "April Fools." But I didn't think that would be in the spirit of Easter. So instead I'm going to tell you about how I got to go skydiving above Vatican City....
April fools.
Okay, now that I've got that out of my system, a real post.
Wow, well I hope your Easter has been as grace-filled as it has been around here. So much has been happening. We had a beautiful Holy Week as well as beautiful Easter Triduum liturgies in the seminary, and then I was able, along with 25 or so other seminarians, to visit Ars, France, for a retreat. And if you didn't know, Ars is the town where St. John Vianney lived and moved and had his being. The whole town of Ars was converted by this parish priest's constant prayers and holy witness to the love of Christ. Did you know that later in his life, he would sit in the confessional for 14 hours a day, listening to countless confessions? (I would at least need a nice seat cushion.) It was amazing to see his confessional and the stone floor with grooves in it on which walked the thousands of penitents on their way to confess their sins. They literally wore the stone down over time. Holy erosion, Batman!
Just being on a retreat in France (which I also found very appropriate...retreating and France just go hand in hand...sorry to the French among you) was a gift in itself. Having the chance to discern in such a beautiful countryside, in a country with such a rich Catholic history, so close to the Patron Saint of parish priests...deep sigh. Praise God for His many gifts. It also really helped my discernment to read about and walk in the footsteps (literally) of this great Saint who lived his priesthood so well. In his own words (get ready), St. John Vianney said, "The priesthood is the love of the heart of Christ." If that statement doesn't pack a spiritual wallop I don't know what does. As a priest, God-willing, I hope to bring that love to the people I am called to serve. Start praying...now...a lot. Thank you.
But seriously. And pray for your parish priests. As we heard on our retreat, "There are no bad priests, only priests who are not prayed for." Another power-packed statement. Priests hang on every prayer you offer for them, so please, please, please, PRAY for them and for those on their way (not mentioning anyone specifically). Thank you, and God bless you for the sacrifices you make for them.
Well, until next time, Dieu ti benedique (pardon my French)!
A quick side note to begin: I thought about titling this post "A New Post," and then simply having the text read, "April Fools." But I didn't think that would be in the spirit of Easter. So instead I'm going to tell you about how I got to go skydiving above Vatican City....
April fools.
Okay, now that I've got that out of my system, a real post.
Wow, well I hope your Easter has been as grace-filled as it has been around here. So much has been happening. We had a beautiful Holy Week as well as beautiful Easter Triduum liturgies in the seminary, and then I was able, along with 25 or so other seminarians, to visit Ars, France, for a retreat. And if you didn't know, Ars is the town where St. John Vianney lived and moved and had his being. The whole town of Ars was converted by this parish priest's constant prayers and holy witness to the love of Christ. Did you know that later in his life, he would sit in the confessional for 14 hours a day, listening to countless confessions? (I would at least need a nice seat cushion.) It was amazing to see his confessional and the stone floor with grooves in it on which walked the thousands of penitents on their way to confess their sins. They literally wore the stone down over time. Holy erosion, Batman!
Just being on a retreat in France (which I also found very appropriate...retreating and France just go hand in hand...sorry to the French among you) was a gift in itself. Having the chance to discern in such a beautiful countryside, in a country with such a rich Catholic history, so close to the Patron Saint of parish priests...deep sigh. Praise God for His many gifts. It also really helped my discernment to read about and walk in the footsteps (literally) of this great Saint who lived his priesthood so well. In his own words (get ready), St. John Vianney said, "The priesthood is the love of the heart of Christ." If that statement doesn't pack a spiritual wallop I don't know what does. As a priest, God-willing, I hope to bring that love to the people I am called to serve. Start praying...now...a lot. Thank you.
But seriously. And pray for your parish priests. As we heard on our retreat, "There are no bad priests, only priests who are not prayed for." Another power-packed statement. Priests hang on every prayer you offer for them, so please, please, please, PRAY for them and for those on their way (not mentioning anyone specifically). Thank you, and God bless you for the sacrifices you make for them.
Well, until next time, Dieu ti benedique (pardon my French)!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
An Epic Faith!
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
Well, I just came across this great video that one of the priests here at NAC pointed out to me. It is incredibly well done, and it is super-charged with the truth of the Faith. Please check it out. It's well worth it, and if you needed a jump start to your own faith, this will help. If you do have questions afterwards, I suggest that you visit their main cite: www.catholicscomehome.org.
Here is the video:
http://www.catholicscomehome.org/epic/epic120.phtml
Happy Viewing, and God bless you as you seek the Truth!
(Two posts in one day...don't think I'm setting a standard.)
Well, I just came across this great video that one of the priests here at NAC pointed out to me. It is incredibly well done, and it is super-charged with the truth of the Faith. Please check it out. It's well worth it, and if you needed a jump start to your own faith, this will help. If you do have questions afterwards, I suggest that you visit their main cite: www.catholicscomehome.org.
Here is the video:
http://www.catholicscomehome.org/epic/epic120.phtml
Happy Viewing, and God bless you as you seek the Truth!
(Two posts in one day...don't think I'm setting a standard.)
Live to Love
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
I just have a message that I think really needs to be said, and this one is specifically for the youth who may be reading this. It's also for the parents of those youth...and really for anyone. But I thought this needed to be targeted more specifically this go-around.
So I ask all of the youth out there (or at least the young at heart):
What do you want out of life? Let me ask that again: What do you want out of life?
Because I know you have big dreams. I know that you want to get out and do great things in the world. You want to own your own business, you want to be President of the United States, you want to do mission work, you want to be an actor (and I can sympathize here)--you want to make an impact.
I mean, how many people sit back and say, "I strive to be mediocre when I grow up." No one. We all want to do something amazing with our lives. Do you want to know why that is? Because God wants us to do amazing things. He wants to do amazing things in us. Let that sink in.
Now, I am not saying that God is calling all of us to be President of the United States or a major actor, but this is what I am saying: God has given you a dream for a reason, and He wants to use it, and He wants to transform it.
"What are you getting at, Paul?" you ask.
"That's a good question...," I respond, not because I don't know, but because it's just a good question, and I'm glad you're paying attention.
Back on task: The reason we have big plans for our lives is because God has big plans for our lives. From all eternity, God knew He would create you (see Psalm 139, especially verses 14-16), and He didn't make you for nothing. Guess what: only you can accomplish the unique mission He has for you.
"What?"
"That's right."
"No wa--"
"I'm gonna cut you off, because it's true."
So if you have dreams right now (which I know you do), God wants to use them and make them even more than what you are allowing for yourself. A brief autobiographical note: I have always wanted to be an actor. I love being on stage (whether people love being in the audience is a different story, but stay with me). There is a real rush that comes with the whole experience, and in the end, the sense of accomplishment at bringing life to people is overwhelming.
"But Paul, you're a seminarian, not an actor."
"Right."
"So where does your dream fit with what you're doing right now?"
"Thought you'd never ask..." I reply as I delightfully type whatever I want you to say.
True, I am no longer doing acting directly, but God has transformed that dream on the way. I have been blessed with the opportunity to give talks on retreats and at a Parish at which I served, and now the sense of accomplishment at bringing life to people is even more overwhelming: I get to bring Life to people (see John 14:6). And in the not-too-distant future, I will have a captive audience every Sunday...heh. Also, God has taken me amazing places on the way. It has not always been easy, but it has been worth it. And I know God's only got more in store.
So I dare you to dream big. Then ask God how you can dream bigger. Be Saints!
May God bless you with His grace and His peace. I pray your Lent draws you deeper into the mystery of Christ's burning love for us.
I just have a message that I think really needs to be said, and this one is specifically for the youth who may be reading this. It's also for the parents of those youth...and really for anyone. But I thought this needed to be targeted more specifically this go-around.
So I ask all of the youth out there (or at least the young at heart):
What do you want out of life? Let me ask that again: What do you want out of life?
Because I know you have big dreams. I know that you want to get out and do great things in the world. You want to own your own business, you want to be President of the United States, you want to do mission work, you want to be an actor (and I can sympathize here)--you want to make an impact.
I mean, how many people sit back and say, "I strive to be mediocre when I grow up." No one. We all want to do something amazing with our lives. Do you want to know why that is? Because God wants us to do amazing things. He wants to do amazing things in us. Let that sink in.
Now, I am not saying that God is calling all of us to be President of the United States or a major actor, but this is what I am saying: God has given you a dream for a reason, and He wants to use it, and He wants to transform it.
"What are you getting at, Paul?" you ask.
"That's a good question...," I respond, not because I don't know, but because it's just a good question, and I'm glad you're paying attention.
Back on task: The reason we have big plans for our lives is because God has big plans for our lives. From all eternity, God knew He would create you (see Psalm 139, especially verses 14-16), and He didn't make you for nothing. Guess what: only you can accomplish the unique mission He has for you.
"What?"
"That's right."
"No wa--"
"I'm gonna cut you off, because it's true."
So if you have dreams right now (which I know you do), God wants to use them and make them even more than what you are allowing for yourself. A brief autobiographical note: I have always wanted to be an actor. I love being on stage (whether people love being in the audience is a different story, but stay with me). There is a real rush that comes with the whole experience, and in the end, the sense of accomplishment at bringing life to people is overwhelming.
"But Paul, you're a seminarian, not an actor."
"Right."
"So where does your dream fit with what you're doing right now?"
"Thought you'd never ask..." I reply as I delightfully type whatever I want you to say.
True, I am no longer doing acting directly, but God has transformed that dream on the way. I have been blessed with the opportunity to give talks on retreats and at a Parish at which I served, and now the sense of accomplishment at bringing life to people is even more overwhelming: I get to bring Life to people (see John 14:6). And in the not-too-distant future, I will have a captive audience every Sunday...heh. Also, God has taken me amazing places on the way. It has not always been easy, but it has been worth it. And I know God's only got more in store.
So I dare you to dream big. Then ask God how you can dream bigger. Be Saints!
May God bless you with His grace and His peace. I pray your Lent draws you deeper into the mystery of Christ's burning love for us.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Another Post...
...is on the way. Sorry for the teaser, but I just wanted to let you know I have not forgotten you, and I hope and pray that the season of Lent is bearing great fruit (not grape fruit...random? yes; true? also yes) in your life. Seriously, I pray for your spiritual growth in this beautiful season of prayer, fasting, and almsgiving!
I will post again soon. Just to drop you a little line, though, guess what happened in my Credibility of Revelation class last Friday.... Give up? Well, since I don't know how you responded I will tell you anyway: our professor, Fr. Pie-Ninot from Spain, was teaching us about how man seeks answers to life because he is oriented toward the future, love, and death; to really make his point clear, he played the song "Everybody's Got a Hungry Heart," by Bruce Springsteen (which he spelled "Bruce Springteen"). Only at one of the oldest Theological University's in Rome....
Well, that's it for now. Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
I will post again soon. Just to drop you a little line, though, guess what happened in my Credibility of Revelation class last Friday.... Give up? Well, since I don't know how you responded I will tell you anyway: our professor, Fr. Pie-Ninot from Spain, was teaching us about how man seeks answers to life because he is oriented toward the future, love, and death; to really make his point clear, he played the song "Everybody's Got a Hungry Heart," by Bruce Springsteen (which he spelled "Bruce Springteen"). Only at one of the oldest Theological University's in Rome....
Well, that's it for now. Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
Sunday, February 17, 2008
I am the Lourdes of the France said He...
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
God is good! There have been "tante benedizioni" (many blessings) over the last week. What a trip! Where to begin...the beginning?
So Matt, a friend and fellow seminarian, and I decided a while back to make a pilgrimage to Lourdes, France, to be present there for the 150th Anniversary of the first apparition (which happened February 11, 1858) of our Lady (Mary, the Mother of God) to St. Bernadette. The entire trip was, appropriately enough, full of grace. And we knew it from the moment we got in line for the airplane.
A young woman of college age who was studying abroad in Grenoble, France, asked us if we were from the States (we are). And as it turned out she was from Canada. "Canada, eh?" we rejoined, and the conversation took off from there. As we got on the plane, we discovered that she was a devout Christian and that God had healed her: one of her legs used to be shorter than the other, giving her terrible back problems. In a prayer meeting, the leader prayed over her and she saw her leg lengthen before her eyes. (I wanted to make a joke here about how prayer really stretches you, but I didn't want to take away from the truth of the situation...and yet I managed to get the joke in.)
Let's just say, we knew at that point that we were in for a grace filled experience. God blessed us in so many ways. For one, just being there was a grace: the castle-like facade of the Shrine rises up out of the side of a wooded mountainside, the slope descending into a blue river running past it. Beneath the Shrine is the Grotto itself, the place where our Lord's Blessed Mother appeared to St. Bernadette, asking her to pray for the conversion of sinners. Powerful stuff. We got to pray in that spot, walk into the Grotto, and we were able to bathe (a.k.a. submerse) ourselves in water from the spring that welled up under the Grotto as a reminder of our Baptism. Tons of healings happen there all the time, and God is in the air. Divine electricity, and we wanted to get struck.
Well, on the night of the 150th Anniversary itself, after a day filled with prayer, good conversations, and a Eucharistic procession, we found ourselves waiting for the start of a torch-light procession with 80,000 other pilgrims. (Plymouth Rock ain't got nothin' on Lourdes.) And in the midst of that throng of people holding their candles aloft, Fr. Ryan, one of the Priests here at the NAC, emerged from the crowd right in front of us, like Moses parting the Red Sea. He then ran into another friend of his, Barbara, and in his amazement, he said, "When I got here, I said 2 prayers to Our Lady: one to find you guys and one to find her. Our Lady's good." The rest of the trip changed from that moment on.
Basically, we got to have Mass with Fr. Ryan at the formation house of his friend Barbara (who is part of a Diocesan house of formation for women). A couple of days later, we returned to that house to eat lunch (read as banquet). Fr. Ryan's friend then took us to see the countryside of Bartres (pronounced Bar-trez'), the area where St. Bernadette pastured flocks as a teenager when her family was too poor to support her. We got to walk in the footsteps of a Saint. If only I could learn to do that on a daily basis....
There was also a young woman staying in our same religious hostel whom Matt and I got to know while we were there: Laura. She has been trying to find her vocation, and because we "ran into" Fr. Ryan and therefore met Barbara, she might have found it (Laura, if you read this and have found your vocation, let me know). She met Barbara through us, and Barbara gave her information on the house of formation she runs. Providence? I think so. It's just amazing to be able to see God unfolding His plan all around you. You never know what He's lining up if you just open yourself up to His Will.
And then we finished it all up by returning to an in-house retreat back at NAC--as though we needed it. Yes, there was even more grace. God really is good.
Well, back to school this week. Please pray for us, that the graces may continue to flow into our ordinary experience (you know, ordinary...like having classes in Italian). Thank you, and God bless you all! OH, and I prayed for you all at the Shrine! Peace be with you! Another exclamation point!
Friday, February 1, 2008
Saying What I Need to Say
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
Just a quick note...
Best song I've heard in a while: "Say" by John Mayer. The main line of the song is "say what you need to say," and the one line I like the most: "It's better to say too much than never to say what you need to say again." I think that sums it up. Don't wait to tell your family you love them. Don't wait to apologize and let go of the past. Don't wait to consider giving everything up to follow the One Who can actually offer you happiness. Live the life you need to live right now. It's the only one you have.
May God bless you with His grace and His peace. He really wants to.
P.S. - Please pray for us as we continue exams, and know you are in our prayers!
Just a quick note...
Best song I've heard in a while: "Say" by John Mayer. The main line of the song is "say what you need to say," and the one line I like the most: "It's better to say too much than never to say what you need to say again." I think that sums it up. Don't wait to tell your family you love them. Don't wait to apologize and let go of the past. Don't wait to consider giving everything up to follow the One Who can actually offer you happiness. Live the life you need to live right now. It's the only one you have.
May God bless you with His grace and His peace. He really wants to.
P.S. - Please pray for us as we continue exams, and know you are in our prayers!
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Two Down, Two to Go...
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
Wow, well there's been a lot going on these last couple of days--and though the date may say that I'm writing this on the 31st of January, I got interrupted yesterday and couldn't write the entry... So, to remain true to the blog, I will write it as though I were writing it yesterday.
Frid...err, Thursday, January 31st, 2008:
Have I got some stories to tell you all....
Heh, okay, so let's just say that finals found me a bit, shall we say, un-prepared. Not that I didn't know they were coming; I knew we would have finals in late January/early February ("Why not the normal time?" you ask. You obviously haven't been to Italy...), but I guess it didn't hit me that I would have to study.
So yesterday (remember, it's Thursday), I had my first exam in Italy, and the exam was in Italian, but I could answer in English, which helped to say the least. This test was over the Synoptic Gospels (Matthew, Mark, and Luke (so called because they are very much alike (from the Greek parts "syn" meaning "together" and "optic" meaning "seeing" ("seeing together" (I guess I learned something in Greek (another parenthetical)))))). (That was a bit absurd (yes it was)).
So...to get back on track. This particular class taught us the Rhetorical Method for analyzing the Synoptic Gospels, which I have really come to like. Basically, we analyze a series of passages to find similar words and then compare them to each other to discover what that series of passages is trying to say. The result is often quite awesome, and it should make for good homilees in the future...that's right: good, long homilees....
When I received the test, I handed it right back in completely blank, because I realized they were all Rhetorical Questions.
That test went really well though, and it was all due to Providence (quickly becoming my favorite word). That is correct: the night before the exam, I had studied 10 of the 11 passages that we could possibly be tested on the next day--our professor would give us 2 of the 10 and we had to complete 1 of them. Well, it just so happened that one of the other seminarians, Phil, was walking by my room the night before the exam and asked how studying was going.
I said, "Pretty well, but I haven't really studied the last passage, but it should be fine."
He replied, "Oh, that one's easy. Here, let me show you."
Then he explained it to me in about 5 minutes....
Can you guess which passage showed up on the exam as one of the two options????? (I'll give you a hint (really? (yes)): you already know which one because I've given too many hints already, and this story can now really only go one direction without you getting upset at me...) You guessed it (you're good): I got that passage. And I told Phil that night that it would be on the exam "due to the providential nature of this encounter."
Sure enough, when I was fretting and trying to turn it over to God, He tossed me a bit of a soft ball.
Lest you think it pure coincidence, allow me to tell you of my second exam that I had today: Church History. Because of the other exam, I hadn't prepared near enough...much...anything but one question prior to the night before the exam. Well, as I got to looking over the material, I realized I still remembered a bit of it, but that wasn't enough. And I had to have 7 questions out of 14 ready, and the professor would pick two of those to test me on interview style. That is correct: I had to sit in front of the professor and chat with him about the material--no faking that.
So I prayed really hard, and I also asked for St. Joseph of Cupertino's intercession. Quick digression: St. Joseph of Cupertino desired and felt called to be a Priest, but he wasn't the brightest halo in the heavens. He could speak really well on one passage of Scripture, and that was about it. When it came time for his final examination before ordination to the Deaconate (the step before Priesthood), he was asked one question, and it was the one he knew really well. Providence.
Then before he was ordained a Priest, he was to be tested once more. The examiner asked the first 3 deacons some questions, and then something important interrupted him that required his attention. Since those 3 spoke so articulately on the matters discussed, the examiner assumed the rest to be equally as prepared and passed them all. God wanted St. Joseph of Cupertino to be a Priest, so He helped him past his limitations.
Well, back to my test. I went in with a good 4/7 of the 7 questions really ready, and the other 3 were, shall we say, not yet at their full potential. I could have spoken on them, but it would not have been too pretty. (Quick Sidenote: it is not that I didn't study before at all, but you try taking classes in Italian....) So I said my prayers, asked for St. Joseph's intercession (similar to asking your friend to pray for you for something, except we know this man to be in heaven--an added perk, you might say--which means his prayers get to God via Fedex, as opposed to Ground), and then I went to take the test.
The professor/examiner asked me the first question on the list, which just so happened to be the one I was most prepared for. I spoke pretty well on it, and then he said, "Well, you know a lot about the development of that most very important creed [the Nicene Creed]," and then he told me we were out of time. I only had to answer one question, and it was the one I knew the best. Thank you, St. Joseph of Cupertino. Glory to God!
Again, it's not that I didn't study. St. Joseph of Cupertino also studied a lot. So I am not advocating not preparing for an exam and assuming God will get you out of it. That's called presumption, which is a sin. So don't do it. What I do know is that, if we are trying to seek His will, God takes care of us when we can't always get the job done ourselves. It really was amazing, and I was just blown away by how it all worked out.
God is good, and if we are seeking to serve Him, He will take care of everything or show us the way out.
Oh, and I will try not to use too many parenthetical statements in the future (seriously)--or dashes. You all are in my prayers. Keep seeking the Truth because He's seeking you! God bless!
Wow, well there's been a lot going on these last couple of days--and though the date may say that I'm writing this on the 31st of January, I got interrupted yesterday and couldn't write the entry... So, to remain true to the blog, I will write it as though I were writing it yesterday.
Frid...err, Thursday, January 31st, 2008:
Have I got some stories to tell you all....
Heh, okay, so let's just say that finals found me a bit, shall we say, un-prepared. Not that I didn't know they were coming; I knew we would have finals in late January/early February ("Why not the normal time?" you ask. You obviously haven't been to Italy...), but I guess it didn't hit me that I would have to study.
So yesterday (remember, it's Thursday), I had my first exam in Italy, and the exam was in Italian, but I could answer in English, which helped to say the least. This test was over the Synoptic Gospels (Matthew, Mark, and Luke (so called because they are very much alike (from the Greek parts "syn" meaning "together" and "optic" meaning "seeing" ("seeing together" (I guess I learned something in Greek (another parenthetical)))))). (That was a bit absurd (yes it was)).
So...to get back on track. This particular class taught us the Rhetorical Method for analyzing the Synoptic Gospels, which I have really come to like. Basically, we analyze a series of passages to find similar words and then compare them to each other to discover what that series of passages is trying to say. The result is often quite awesome, and it should make for good homilees in the future...that's right: good, long homilees....
When I received the test, I handed it right back in completely blank, because I realized they were all Rhetorical Questions.
That test went really well though, and it was all due to Providence (quickly becoming my favorite word). That is correct: the night before the exam, I had studied 10 of the 11 passages that we could possibly be tested on the next day--our professor would give us 2 of the 10 and we had to complete 1 of them. Well, it just so happened that one of the other seminarians, Phil, was walking by my room the night before the exam and asked how studying was going.
I said, "Pretty well, but I haven't really studied the last passage, but it should be fine."
He replied, "Oh, that one's easy. Here, let me show you."
Then he explained it to me in about 5 minutes....
Can you guess which passage showed up on the exam as one of the two options????? (I'll give you a hint (really? (yes)): you already know which one because I've given too many hints already, and this story can now really only go one direction without you getting upset at me...) You guessed it (you're good): I got that passage. And I told Phil that night that it would be on the exam "due to the providential nature of this encounter."
Sure enough, when I was fretting and trying to turn it over to God, He tossed me a bit of a soft ball.
Lest you think it pure coincidence, allow me to tell you of my second exam that I had today: Church History. Because of the other exam, I hadn't prepared near enough...much...anything but one question prior to the night before the exam. Well, as I got to looking over the material, I realized I still remembered a bit of it, but that wasn't enough. And I had to have 7 questions out of 14 ready, and the professor would pick two of those to test me on interview style. That is correct: I had to sit in front of the professor and chat with him about the material--no faking that.
So I prayed really hard, and I also asked for St. Joseph of Cupertino's intercession. Quick digression: St. Joseph of Cupertino desired and felt called to be a Priest, but he wasn't the brightest halo in the heavens. He could speak really well on one passage of Scripture, and that was about it. When it came time for his final examination before ordination to the Deaconate (the step before Priesthood), he was asked one question, and it was the one he knew really well. Providence.
Then before he was ordained a Priest, he was to be tested once more. The examiner asked the first 3 deacons some questions, and then something important interrupted him that required his attention. Since those 3 spoke so articulately on the matters discussed, the examiner assumed the rest to be equally as prepared and passed them all. God wanted St. Joseph of Cupertino to be a Priest, so He helped him past his limitations.
Well, back to my test. I went in with a good 4/7 of the 7 questions really ready, and the other 3 were, shall we say, not yet at their full potential. I could have spoken on them, but it would not have been too pretty. (Quick Sidenote: it is not that I didn't study before at all, but you try taking classes in Italian....) So I said my prayers, asked for St. Joseph's intercession (similar to asking your friend to pray for you for something, except we know this man to be in heaven--an added perk, you might say--which means his prayers get to God via Fedex, as opposed to Ground), and then I went to take the test.
The professor/examiner asked me the first question on the list, which just so happened to be the one I was most prepared for. I spoke pretty well on it, and then he said, "Well, you know a lot about the development of that most very important creed [the Nicene Creed]," and then he told me we were out of time. I only had to answer one question, and it was the one I knew the best. Thank you, St. Joseph of Cupertino. Glory to God!
Again, it's not that I didn't study. St. Joseph of Cupertino also studied a lot. So I am not advocating not preparing for an exam and assuming God will get you out of it. That's called presumption, which is a sin. So don't do it. What I do know is that, if we are trying to seek His will, God takes care of us when we can't always get the job done ourselves. It really was amazing, and I was just blown away by how it all worked out.
God is good, and if we are seeking to serve Him, He will take care of everything or show us the way out.
Oh, and I will try not to use too many parenthetical statements in the future (seriously)--or dashes. You all are in my prayers. Keep seeking the Truth because He's seeking you! God bless!
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Six Month-iversary!
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
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That's a really bad firework explosion, but it's celebrating a really good event: James and I have now lived in another country for 6 months, to the day! And neither of us are legal citizens yet! Only in Italy!
It is amazing, first, how fast the time flew by (the only thing that moves quickly in this country is the time), and, second, how much has happened. There have been so many graced moments, many challenges, and a faithful God behind them all. I need to be more thankful than I am, at all that I have received. Even the challenges have been blessings, and I have grown so much. I know I have a long way to go, but I look forward to every step, because I know Who is guiding me. As C. S. Lewis said, "I may not know what the future holds, but I know Who holds the future." We really can have a lot of peace when we entrust our lives to God--I'm definitely still working on it, but I know that much. I may struggle with the surrender, but at least it's a struggle...I suppose, right? (insert ceaseless affirmations from you here). Aw, shucks. Thanks, guys.
Well, now that I feel so good about myself, I should tell you that I can now read! Some of you are saying, "About time," while others are saying, "No way," and the other (wiser) ones among you are asking, "Whatever do you mean, Paul?"
"Good question," I respond.
"I know," you all reply.
"Get over yourselves...I mean, *cough, cough*, absolutely right," I say as I hastily move on.
Well, I am now an officially instituted Lector or Reader for Mass and Morning and Evening Prayer (from the Liturgy of the Hours, which can be prayed by clergy or the laity)--basically, I have received the second order of Holy Orders. So I have taken one small step for me, one giant leap for me-kind (i.e. the other guys in my class). I received Candidacy before I left the States, meaning that I am now a Candidate for the Priesthood, and just this last Sunday we New Men were instituted as Lectors by Archbishop Gregory of the Archdiocese of Atlanta, Georgia. He handed us the Lectionary, or the book of Readings for Holy Mass, and he said, "Take this book of Holy Scripture and be faithful in handing on the Word of God, so that it may grow strong in the hearts of His People."
"Amen," was our response. Now we have been commissioned by the Church to proclaim the Word of God. It may not seem like much, but it is, and it really was a good discernment opportunity for me; it really gave me a sense of what it will be like on my Ordination day, God willing. I will kneel before the Bishop, and he will lay hands on me, and I will be ordained. There's more to it than that, but it's a good taste of what's to come; and it all seemed right. So praise God for that!
Well, please keep us in your prayers as we take on this new ministry, that we may be faithful in our duty and help bring others closer to God. And please pray for our exams! They are rapidly approaching, and I have a lot of catching up to do (remember that whole thing about time moving quickly? Well, my study habits didn't...). So please keep us in prayer, and know that you all have been in mine. Remember, God is good!
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, on your own intelligence rely not. In all your ways be mindful of Him, and He will make straight your paths." - Proverbs 3:5-6
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That's a really bad firework explosion, but it's celebrating a really good event: James and I have now lived in another country for 6 months, to the day! And neither of us are legal citizens yet! Only in Italy!
It is amazing, first, how fast the time flew by (the only thing that moves quickly in this country is the time), and, second, how much has happened. There have been so many graced moments, many challenges, and a faithful God behind them all. I need to be more thankful than I am, at all that I have received. Even the challenges have been blessings, and I have grown so much. I know I have a long way to go, but I look forward to every step, because I know Who is guiding me. As C. S. Lewis said, "I may not know what the future holds, but I know Who holds the future." We really can have a lot of peace when we entrust our lives to God--I'm definitely still working on it, but I know that much. I may struggle with the surrender, but at least it's a struggle...I suppose, right? (insert ceaseless affirmations from you here). Aw, shucks. Thanks, guys.
Well, now that I feel so good about myself, I should tell you that I can now read! Some of you are saying, "About time," while others are saying, "No way," and the other (wiser) ones among you are asking, "Whatever do you mean, Paul?"
"Good question," I respond.
"I know," you all reply.
"Get over yourselves...I mean, *cough, cough*, absolutely right," I say as I hastily move on.
Well, I am now an officially instituted Lector or Reader for Mass and Morning and Evening Prayer (from the Liturgy of the Hours, which can be prayed by clergy or the laity)--basically, I have received the second order of Holy Orders. So I have taken one small step for me, one giant leap for me-kind (i.e. the other guys in my class). I received Candidacy before I left the States, meaning that I am now a Candidate for the Priesthood, and just this last Sunday we New Men were instituted as Lectors by Archbishop Gregory of the Archdiocese of Atlanta, Georgia. He handed us the Lectionary, or the book of Readings for Holy Mass, and he said, "Take this book of Holy Scripture and be faithful in handing on the Word of God, so that it may grow strong in the hearts of His People."
"Amen," was our response. Now we have been commissioned by the Church to proclaim the Word of God. It may not seem like much, but it is, and it really was a good discernment opportunity for me; it really gave me a sense of what it will be like on my Ordination day, God willing. I will kneel before the Bishop, and he will lay hands on me, and I will be ordained. There's more to it than that, but it's a good taste of what's to come; and it all seemed right. So praise God for that!
Well, please keep us in your prayers as we take on this new ministry, that we may be faithful in our duty and help bring others closer to God. And please pray for our exams! They are rapidly approaching, and I have a lot of catching up to do (remember that whole thing about time moving quickly? Well, my study habits didn't...). So please keep us in prayer, and know that you all have been in mine. Remember, God is good!
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, on your own intelligence rely not. In all your ways be mindful of Him, and He will make straight your paths." - Proverbs 3:5-6
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Crossed My Mind...
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
Just had a thought that I had to say (and if you know me, that happens with most of the thoughts I have):
Perfect Love could only show itself perfectly in being completely rejected by the beloved and loving her all the more anyways.
That is why the Cross is the only place you will find perfect love (read as Perfect Love): Love Himself was rejected but did not refuse His Love.
Happy and Holy New Year to you all! God bless!!!
Just had a thought that I had to say (and if you know me, that happens with most of the thoughts I have):
Perfect Love could only show itself perfectly in being completely rejected by the beloved and loving her all the more anyways.
That is why the Cross is the only place you will find perfect love (read as Perfect Love): Love Himself was rejected but did not refuse His Love.
Happy and Holy New Year to you all! God bless!!!
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Buon Anno!
Pax Christi vobiscum! Come Holy Spirit!
Happy New Year or Buon Anno, as they say over here in Italia! I hope that you are enjoying the Christmas Season and are ready for an epiphany, the Epiphany to be exact, this Sunday. I also hope your new year is full of life...and not just credit card debt from the Christmas rush.
Well, I have to say that New Years over here was truly a blessing in just about every sense of the word...come to think of it, I can only come up with one sense. But still, it was awesome. First, my family was here, which made my Rome away from home more like home. It was great to see my family and share my experiences over here with them. In fact, I shared with them all the restaurants I had been wanting to visit but could never afford....
They arrived on Christmas Eve, and like true troopers (truepers?), they managed to go to Midnight Mass with the Pope the same day they arrived. Talk about jet lag. I had them on a Coffee IV and they still couldn't stay awake. They made it though.
Then, after a week filled with Churches, good food, and me still being taller than my youngest brother Kevin, we rang in the New Year on the roof of the North American College. There we were able to witness, in stereo (where available), a full bombardment of fireworks that would have made any pyrotechnician light up. It was the one time that I've seen that many Italians do something on time or even early (some started before midnight). Amazing. Italians: "you can learn all there is to know about them in a month, and after a 100 years, they can still surprise you" (Gandalf to Froddo in The Lord of the Rings). (Just kidding of course.)
I digress. After my family walked home that morning (only because there were no taxis...honestly), I went to bed trying to get what rest I could before the big day. Yes, that is correct, God blessed me with the grace of getting to serve Holy Mass for the Holy Father. At 10 o'clock that morning, while most parties were just beginning to die down back in the States, I walked out from the Sacristy of St. Peter's, about 10 feet behind the Holy Father, the Successor of St. Peter, Pope Benedict XVI. It was like walking in a dream. And as we rounded the high altar and reached the back, I was handed his crozier--which is the bishop's staff (for lack of a better term). This crozier, however, was the same one used by Pope John Paul II, which he took with him all over the world. I was utterly speechless (which I guess was good since Mass isn't a good time to be talking).
There's more: after the consecration, where the bread and wine become the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ (See John 6:55 - "For my flesh is true food, and my blood is true drink."), they led all of us servers around to the front of the altar, where we waited to receive Holy Communion from Pope Benedict himself! As if it's not a big enough blessing to receive God, I was graced to receive Him from the Rock of the Church, the Pope!
To summarize: God wants to bless us abundantly! If I have learned anything at all, it is this: following God is not always easy, but it is the best and only real way to live, because God loves to give. And we cannot see all ends, but God can--and everything He lines up is not only for our good but for the good of so many others. So I dare you, this new year, try a resolution that you will not only keep, but that is actually worth keeping: offer each day (only one at a time) to God, and see where He takes you. Just say, "God, I offer you this day." If you do this, you will find that the year of our Lord, 2008, is a year unlike any other you have ever experienced.
Although, now that I've begun my year with an unbeatable experience, I suppose it's all downhill from here....but then, God always has something up His sleeve...I mean those have got to be some huge sleeves.
Well, I love you all and am praying for you. Please pray for us seminarians. Remember, God is good, and He loves you more than you know! Peace be with you in this New Year!
Happy New Year or Buon Anno, as they say over here in Italia! I hope that you are enjoying the Christmas Season and are ready for an epiphany, the Epiphany to be exact, this Sunday. I also hope your new year is full of life...and not just credit card debt from the Christmas rush.
Well, I have to say that New Years over here was truly a blessing in just about every sense of the word...come to think of it, I can only come up with one sense. But still, it was awesome. First, my family was here, which made my Rome away from home more like home. It was great to see my family and share my experiences over here with them. In fact, I shared with them all the restaurants I had been wanting to visit but could never afford....
They arrived on Christmas Eve, and like true troopers (truepers?), they managed to go to Midnight Mass with the Pope the same day they arrived. Talk about jet lag. I had them on a Coffee IV and they still couldn't stay awake. They made it though.
Then, after a week filled with Churches, good food, and me still being taller than my youngest brother Kevin, we rang in the New Year on the roof of the North American College. There we were able to witness, in stereo (where available), a full bombardment of fireworks that would have made any pyrotechnician light up. It was the one time that I've seen that many Italians do something on time or even early (some started before midnight). Amazing. Italians: "you can learn all there is to know about them in a month, and after a 100 years, they can still surprise you" (Gandalf to Froddo in The Lord of the Rings). (Just kidding of course.)
I digress. After my family walked home that morning (only because there were no taxis...honestly), I went to bed trying to get what rest I could before the big day. Yes, that is correct, God blessed me with the grace of getting to serve Holy Mass for the Holy Father. At 10 o'clock that morning, while most parties were just beginning to die down back in the States, I walked out from the Sacristy of St. Peter's, about 10 feet behind the Holy Father, the Successor of St. Peter, Pope Benedict XVI. It was like walking in a dream. And as we rounded the high altar and reached the back, I was handed his crozier--which is the bishop's staff (for lack of a better term). This crozier, however, was the same one used by Pope John Paul II, which he took with him all over the world. I was utterly speechless (which I guess was good since Mass isn't a good time to be talking).
There's more: after the consecration, where the bread and wine become the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ (See John 6:55 - "For my flesh is true food, and my blood is true drink."), they led all of us servers around to the front of the altar, where we waited to receive Holy Communion from Pope Benedict himself! As if it's not a big enough blessing to receive God, I was graced to receive Him from the Rock of the Church, the Pope!
To summarize: God wants to bless us abundantly! If I have learned anything at all, it is this: following God is not always easy, but it is the best and only real way to live, because God loves to give. And we cannot see all ends, but God can--and everything He lines up is not only for our good but for the good of so many others. So I dare you, this new year, try a resolution that you will not only keep, but that is actually worth keeping: offer each day (only one at a time) to God, and see where He takes you. Just say, "God, I offer you this day." If you do this, you will find that the year of our Lord, 2008, is a year unlike any other you have ever experienced.
Although, now that I've begun my year with an unbeatable experience, I suppose it's all downhill from here....but then, God always has something up His sleeve...I mean those have got to be some huge sleeves.
Well, I love you all and am praying for you. Please pray for us seminarians. Remember, God is good, and He loves you more than you know! Peace be with you in this New Year!
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