If you heard Fr. Pat’s homily at 4pm on Saturday, and presumably on Sunday as well, he mentioned a man named Antoine Leiris whose wife Hélène Muyal was massacred at the Bataclan theatre in Paris during the recent terrorist attack. Fr. Pat spoke of this man’s letter to the terrorists, how would not into hate. What a powerful way to enter into the hope and anticipation of Advent.
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Advent begins today, which may not be well noted in any news program or news publication. If you turn on your TV, or read the news on an electronic device or on paper, you are likely to see things that instill fear. You might read about immigrants trying to gain entry to various countries, including the U.S., and you might not like this – it could bring on fear at a time when we seek protection. Maybe a headline about some financial business incites a firestorm of fluttering in your tummy as you wonder if you will have “enough.” Worry can take a more practical form, especially in regard to tummies and enough, if you cannot feed your family. All of these concerns and more are understandable at some level. Yet, what about the level of Christ?
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Then the LORD answered me and said:
Write down the vision clearly upon the tablets,
so that one can read it readily.
For the vision still has its time,
presses on to fulfillment, and will not disappoint;
if it delays, wait for it,
it will surely come, it will not be late.
The rash one has no integrity;
but the just one, because of his faith, shall live.
Yesterday’s readings remain with me today, they are very much present in my heart. Ironically, I accidentally turned to them when I began to pray this morning. In my still-sleepy state I thought “Oh, we have the Habakkuk reading again.” Perhaps I needed to reread them, so I did. As I reread all of yesterday’s readings today, I could not help but think about what we are considering doing here at St. Edward the Confessor.
In full disclosure, I am on the Master Planning committee, and have been since its inception in 2009. So for me, this “vision” of our parish has been on my own heart for a long time, deeply embedded in my prayers. Recently, a church friend from a distant place responded to me talking about where we were in the process, by saying, “What?! You have not mentioned this in about 2 years. When did it start up again?” I told him that it had never stopped. He could not understand the very slow speed with which we moved. How could he? Where he lives, the Catholic church is booming and new churches are springing up everywhere! Why would anyone proceed so slowly?
The vision has its time and it will not disappoint. For me this means, what God has ordained will be what happens – I can’t direct that personally, none of us can. As far as Fr. Butler and Master Planning, we have prayed, listened, worked, talked, listened, planned, communicated, listened – and we listened more, we continue to listen. This cannot be rushed, this has not been rushed, but has been a process of discernment. That process continues, but now we come to the time where decisions must be made.
So what does this have to do with the other readings?
“Stir into flame!” I love those words from the second reading, from 2 Timothy. This makes me think of Fr. Pat’s homily from Sunday, which I wrote about last night. If we “stir into flame the gift of God” we are living more deeply into our faith. And may the stirring of that flame bring our collective gifts, which are far beyond the monetary, into being. Whatever that being may be!
And the Gospel from Luke nugget that burns brightly for me today is the reminder that our faith may be like the smallest seed, yet that faith can grow to dimensions unimaginable.
What vision presses on for our community? What flames are stirred? How will our faith grow not only in us, because we are but members of One Body of Christ, but how will the faith of our members point us? If we are ever in prayer, oriented to God, listening deeply and responding in that faith, the vision that was once a tiny seed, will grow to untold heights.
Please continue to pray with us as we seek God’s will and the will of our people.
A little lectio divina led me to savor this particular line of today’s Scripture, for Ascension Thursday. While I’m a little wistful that Easter draws to an end, I also find myself hopeful. Now I’ve been floundering around for something to say about my hope, and wouldn’t you know it, God pointed me to some words on the topic. Just yesterday, in the throes of my final floundering, I came across a post written by Bridget at Women in Theology, where she, among other things, reminds us of something very important:
“…hope is not optimism. In fact, in certain cases (I suspect most of the cases where it actually matters) optimism can be a vice opposed to hope. An optimist can discount and ignore evidence against her conviction that things will right themselves. An optimist is threatened by others’ pain. But someone acting in hope—the conviction not that things will right themselves, nor that we’ll be able to right them, but that God’s power will work to overturn whatever wrongs our systems can devise—that person can face pain. Without denying pain or being swept away by it, she can face her own and others’ suffering.”
Hope is not optimism. Do a little lectio with those words – they are most powerful! I find this so helpful – and so hopeful, as I return to those words from Ephesians that open this post. I also appreciate that Bridget reminds us of the importance of language and of depth of reflection, something we can easily forget in the land of status updates and tweets, in the land of “optimistic opinionating” that social media can represent. (This is not a swipe at social media, without which there would be post today, but rather a call to reflection. Add to that a reminder that God uses all things for good – including social media, which provided the incubator for both this post and the WIT post that ultimately inspired it.)
Today my reflection, along with it my prayer, is to be anchored in hope and free from optimism. This does not make me a hopeful pessimist, any more than the opposite would be a hopeless optimist… although I can see the allure of the latter. No, it is the banality of optimism that I was reminded of at the last minute, and the power of great hope that grows out of faith.
Pentecost will arrive on Sunday, May 19. In these days in between, we await the Holy Spirit. What will your prayer be during this powerful time? Suddenly, my own prayer which was centered around the ways that I “hoped” that God would shape my life, has shifted. Today – at least just today, just this moment – pray that hope grows more deeply in my heart. If I am able to string my prayer of hope from moment to moment, and day to day, between now and Pentecost, who knows what will happen? Maybe, just maybe, the “eyes of my heart will be enlightened.” And to that I say, amen, and amen, and amen.
In the meantime, don’t just go staring at the sky, waiting for Jesus to come back down. Open your heart and notice Jesus all around you, especially in the most pessimistic of places and in the people you would never imagine finding Jesus is, but where Jesus might be found with the open eyes of a willing heart.
This post was originally published at my personal blog, There Will Be Bread.
Pope Francis continues to amaze us, but I believe him to be a dangerous man. Many people, myself included, can’t quite take it all in. Is this for real? God forgive my doubt, but a part of me keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop… and I pray that it is not a red shoe. How I prefer his worn, black shoes; the shoes of a man who has actually walked.
He is a dangerous man, but I will get to that in a few minutes. This dangerous man has captured my heart indeed.
Today I walked my dog, praying this over and over in my head and heart, “Lord, I believe. Help my disbelief!” This is a twist on the Gospel of Mark, chapter 9, verses 23 and 24, which say:
Everything is possible to one who has faith.” Then the boy’s father cried out, “I do believe, help my unbelief!”
Faith. Belief. Such things do not come easily or cheaply. Oh, trust me – I do believe. But sometimes it is hard to truly, deeply believe. Like right now. It is eerily like falling in love; it feels great, but you know you will get hurt at some point.
That is when it hit me – we have to put our hearts out. We have to take the risk. That is what faith and belief demand from us. That is what Jesus asks of us, all the time.
Back to Pope Francis. Today he gave an audience to the media, in which he said and did really amazing things.
Lord, I believe. Help my disbelief.
Here is a snippet of video in which we hear the Holy Father speak about how and why he chose his name.
He is a dangerous man, indeed. And for that I am grateful. If Satan is the divider, Satan has had a great, great run. So how then is Pope Francis a dangerous man?
What could possibly be more dangerous than to have the Bishop of Rome who might unite us? Very little, if you ask me. And that is an amazing thing.
How we all like to run off to our little groups, like a bunch of bitter Pharisees plotting, sneering at “the other,” and trying to exclude. And how this Holy Father might be more like Jesus, kindly finding ways to speak to all of us.
Lord, I believe. Help my disbelief. Stay dangerous, unite us – please.
Two things come to mind for me.
1 – Almost all of the talk of “family values,” speaks to sexual morality. Now morality is important, but for me, “family values” are something else.
What about families that live under the constant economic strain of contemporary life? And families that live amidst violence? And families that have members who won’t have much of a Thanksgiving because they have to leave Thanksgiving early, or miss it altogether, so that they can get to their low paid, part time retail job?
What family value is upheld there? A work ethic, yes – but at what cost?
2 – To that point about poverty, how do we connect our own mania to shop and shop and shop, and people who simply cannot afford to buy their kids one single toy? Why do we tend to see them as morally failed and ourselves as morally superior?
I’ll be back on Friday with a “shopping alternative” for you – one that has some hope attached to it.