Today’s Lenten reflection is based on John 13:21-33,36-38, and comes to us from parishioner Joanne DeNovio.
So here we are at the end of this Lenten season. In a few days we can bring back the chocolate, the sweets, the alcohol and anything else we choose as our fast this Lenten season.
Holy Week was always a special time for me when I was child and I still look forward to this week each year. Not only because I am able to end my fast…and it typically is from something sweet …but because Holy Week and the season of Lent was always a memorable time growing up in my Italian Catholic family. This time of the year was filled with so many traditions and customs that I treasure to this day.
When I was a child, preparation for Easter usually started with the hunt for the prettiest spring dress, Easter hat and patent letter shoes. My sister and I looked forward to wearing our matching dresses and were always thrilled on Easter Saturday to receive a small corsage of flowers from my dad to wear to church the next day.
I recall the delight of visiting my grandmother house during Holy week to witness and taste test the many Italian recipes she made that were reserved just for Easter.
The Ricotta pie, Easter bread, and trays of Italian cookies that filled her kitchen would definitely compete with what see today at Bella Napoli bakery.Easter time also included coloring easter eggs, Easter egg hunts, the Easter bunny and so many more great traditions. But as I look back years later, I am so grateful that in our family it wasn’t all about the food, the clothes and the easter bunny. My parents made sure that my sister and I learned the real meaning of this season by passing on the Easter traditions of their Catholic faith.
In our house, every Friday during Lent meant that we fasted from meat and went to stations of the cross after school. I attended a Catholic elementary school and our parish church was right across the street from Continue reading
(Guest blogger Margaret Felice, a gifted soprano, a choral conductor, writer, and religious educator who resides in Boston returns with her second Lenten blog offering today.)
Today’s readings begin by drenching us in light. In the reading from Isaiah we hear “I formed you, and set you as a covenant of the people, a light for the nations, to open the eyes of the blind, to bring out prisoners from confinement., and from the dungeon, those who live in darkness.” Even if we know intellectually that those words are understood as prophesying Jesus, it’s hard not to hear in them the promise that we, too, can be a light.
As we recite the psalm we cry out “the Lord is my light and my salvation”, though we are never quite told what we mean when Continue reading
Today’s reflection has been offered by Shannon O’Donnell, who has generously contributed to our blog before. Shannon is a jail chaplain and lives in Tacoma, Washington. Today’s reflection was not written with a particular day in mind, but it seems most fitting for Palm Sunday.
We’re sitting at a table in a hallway at the jail. It is mid-morning and there is a flurry of activity. One group of offenders is heads to the multi-purpose room for class while another lines up to cross the skybridge for court. Officers push carts filled with lunch sacks. Somehow laundry exchange happens. Ed is wearing the red pants and shirt he was issued when he was booked into jail three months ago. His orange plastic flipflops have seen many other feet over the years.
Ed ignores the noise and movement. He hunches over the table. He’s 40. “I’m looking at prison. Again.” He sighs. “I’m getting tired of this.” No wonder. It will be his fifth time. He has struggled with drugs, homelessness, mental health issues. His life is an epic case of Whack-a-Mole. He gets one thing under control only to lose something else. Coming to jail seems the only stable piece of his life.
“I started reading the bible Continue reading
Today’s reflection comes to us from longtime contributor and parishioner, Doreen Salse.
ONE OF US
Today is a beautiful balmy day in Southern California. I am sitting on the deck at my mother’s house, writing and listening to the birds sing and watching the trees sway in the warm breeze – hardly a day to think sad thoughts.
Minutes ago my cousin Sylvia sat here with me and with my mother, reminiscing about her daughter who would have celebrated her 40th birthday today.
“I can tell you this,” she said to my mother, “Because you will understand”. “You can lose your parents, your grandparents, your husband, but when you lose something, someone, that you made and was once inside of you – it’s the worst thing in the world. There are no words to describe it, it’s beyond anything you can say.”
My mother, who lost her daughter, my sister, our “center”, 2 years ago, could only nod her head.
As I write, “lost my sister”, I remember Continue reading
Today’s reflection has been offered by parishioner Kathleen Sacks, based on today’s Gospel from John.
“The truth will set you free” How many times have I heard that? Jesus is speaking to the “Jews who believed” yet from this excerpt, it sounds like they don’t believe…….oh John, how ironic! Let’s get to the truth! Were the Pharisees caught up in the narrow, literal meaning of the Law of Moses? Were they missing the Spirit of the Law: love and mercy? As a teacher, I am often caught up in the rules of the school…….a rule is a rule, right? If you don’t follow the rule, then you break the rule! I forget that the rules were made to provide an environment where learning can take place for everyone. Sometimes, I get so caught up in enforcing the rule, I forget to see the person in front of me. I forget that the person is more important than the rule…….but I’m learning. It’s not easy! I am learning to say, “I was wrong, I’m sorry.” No phones during class sounds like a good rule, right? Not for the student whose mother had surgery that morning.
“If you remain in my Word”……… (John 8:32) During my senior year in High School, we studied the Gospel of John under the guidance of Sr. Dorothy Tighe. We read from the Gospel of John every day and I thought that it was the most difficult to understand of all the gospels. It wasn’t real to me and very cryptic and confusing. Over the years, I would go through spurts of John again and the fog would lift for certain passages……..I did have some “ah-ha” moments. This Living Word seems to change Continue reading
Much of the work I do in the prisons consists of teaching people how to respond to things that happen, rather than reacting to them. We all make poorer choices when we fail to step back, take a little time, and try to gain a larger perspective on the situation. We tend to forget that we’re not the center of the universe, but are in fact just one, tiny, limited being who can never have to whole picture. Stopping to recall that, when practiced regularly over time, can develop into a habit that saves us, and those around us, a lot of grief.Bad judgment almost always arises from self-centeredness.
It is God who has made us, and not we ourselves. Give it to God, and be still.
Baya Clare CSJ is a Sister of St Joseph of Carondolet. She lives in the Minneapolis-St Paul area and is a frequent and generous contributor to our Lenten and Advent blogs.
Sorry for the lack of posting. I’m busy and behind, and there were no written submissions this week. That said, Linda Berkery sent me this photo recently and it is a reminder of our journey. Out of the dry soil of the desert, Lent pulls us from death to the new life promised by Christ at Easter. Thank you Linda, for the reminder of God’s everlasting promise.