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A Change of Season

You can sense it in the air.  You can see things happening all around, if you take the time to look.  It’s sixty degrees today in Maryland, and we are ever so slowly coming out of another long winter.  Sadly, the change from winter to spring is not moving as fast as I would like.  Witness to that is the fact that my front lawn is still completely covered in snow.  The nearly four feet of snow which buried my back yard, however, is now almost completely gone.  What a contrast!

The official start of Spring will get here in about three weeks, and those weeks will fly by.  Just ask yourself, “What happened to January?”  Although the seasons change slowly, time moves fast.  We are heading into our second week of Lent, the church season which helps Christians prepare of the joy and hope which comes with Easter.  I guess it wouldn’t make much sense for us to go from Christmas to Easter without a bit of time to think about life, and how often we, as St. Paul says, don’t do the things we know we should and end up doing the things we know we shouldn’t (Romans 7:19).. The season of Lent is a time to work on straightening that out, and asking for God’s help to get back on track and do the things which are not only good for us, but also give God glory.

This weekend, get outside and go for a walk, or take a drive.  Look around for the hopeful signs of spring, and trust that it will come.  Spring will be upon us before we know it, just as Easter will follow Lent.  Be on the lookout for the changes all around us, and don’t forget to think about the changes you need to make in your own life.

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Lent Is Here

The season of Lent has arrived a bit early this year, but here we are.  Ash Wednesday, the official first day of this penitential season, reminds us that, in the end, “you are dust, and unto dust you shall return.” Hearing that timeless line is always a jolt to my system, and I guess that’s what this whole liturgical season is about.  Life is short, and how we live it has consequences.  The good news is we don’t have to stay stuck in the ashes.  No, we can move forward, trusting in God’s mercy, changing our bad habits into good ones.  We can move from death to life, worry to hope, sadness to joy. 

If you need some help with this journey, there’s plenty of resources available.  Check out what’s being offered at your own church, and if you need more, try Loyola Press’ website.  Although they have resources to purchase, you’ll find plenty for free. 

I hope to make this  Lent a good one.  I’m going to try my best to stick to the Lenten practices I’ve chosen for the next 40 days.  Never really easy, but doable.

“We adore You, O Christ, and we praise You, because by Your holy cross, You have redeemed the world.”

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Ice and Snow, Bless the Lord

You might have seen on the news that we’re getting a bit of snow in my neck of the woods today.  Actually, it’s a blizzard, and I’ve been outside two times already this morning, keeping a path open for my dog Smokey to take care of his business, feeding the birds, and being sure the snow is kept away from my heating system. All good and important things to do when you live in Maryland in the midst of a “snow event.”  We might get up to three feet of snow at my house, but it will all be over by Sunday afternoon. 

Having grown up in snow deprived Southern California, I’ve come to enjoy and appreciate the snow.  I like to open a window, just a crack, and listen to it fall.  It does have a beautiful sound to it, hard to describe and subtle.  Maybe it’s a bit like listening for God.  We sometimes look for Him in the big sounds, like the crashing of the waves, or maybe the bang of thunder (see 1 Kings:11-13). But more often than not, God calls out to us in whispers, in small, almost imperceptible sounds, a bit like the snow falling outside my window right now.

My friend St. Ignatius would remind us that we can “find God in all things,” and all creation is called to bless Him.  The prophet Daniel reminds us of this (Daniel 3:57-88).  Together today, wherever you are, and no matter what the weather is like outside your window, let’s join in the song: 

“Bless the Lord, all you works of the Lord
Praise and exalt Him above all forever
Angels of the Lord bless the Lord.
You heavens, bles the Lord
All you waters above the heavens, bless the Lord
All you hosts of the Lord, Bless the Lord
Sun and Moon, Bless the Lord
Stars of heaven, bless the Lord.
Every shower and dew, bless the Lord.
All you winds, bless the Lord
Fire and Heat, bless the Lord

Cold and chill, bless the Lord
Dew and rain, bless the Lord
Frost and chill, bless the Lord
Ice and Snow, bless the Lord
Nights and days, bless the Lord
Light and darkness, bless the Lord
Lightings and clouds, bless the Lord

Let the earth bless the Lord
Praise and exalt Him above all forever.

Mountains and hills, bless the Lord
Everything growing from the earth, bless the Lord
You sprints, bless the Lord
Seas and rivers, bless the Lord
You dolphins and all water creatures, bless the Lord
All you birds of the air, bless the Lord.
All you beasts, wild and tame, bless the Lord
You sons of men, bless the Lord.

O Israel, bless the Lord
Praise and exalt Him above all forever.

Priests of the Lord, bless the Lord
Servants of the Lord, bless the Lord
Spirits and souls of the just, bless the Lord.
Holy men of humble heart, bless the Lord.
Hananiah, Azariah, Mishael, bless the Lord.

Praise and exalt Him above all forever.

Let us bless the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Let us praise and exalt Hom above all forever
Blessed are you Lord, in the firmament of heaven. Praiseworthy and glorious and exalted above all forever.”

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Mindfully Advent

Christmas is in a few short days.  I know, it’s hard to believe, but, if you have spent some time prayerfully preparing for our remembrance of Christ’s birth, then, you are probably ready.  Personally, I haven’t done much shopping, but I’m not worried.  I have no doubt I’ll get just the thing for everyone on my list.  Over the last few weeks, I’ve really focused on reading and re-reading the Nativity story (Matthew 1:18-2:12; Luke 2:1-20).  Using Ignatian Contemplation, I’ve put myself right into the story, and it’s been wonderful.  And so it was with Christ. 

He put Himself right into our story, and made a difference like no one before or since.  Jesus’ birth was an epic game-changer for “those that have eyes to see and ears to hear.”  So often, especially in our over commercialized Christmas preparations, we might just lose sight of what it is we are celebrating.  As we continue to get ourselves ready for Christmas, it might be helpful (and challenging) to make an assessment about our preparations.  Can you find God in them?  If you can, great.  If you can’t, you still have time.  Advent is not quite over yet.

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The Year of Mercy

When I first heard that Pope Francis had declared that there would be a Jubilee Year of Mercy, it resonated with me.  Yes, I thought, doesn’t the world need more mercy?  As I continued to reflect, I think the thing that kept running through my head was that, not only the whole world, but I also needed more mercy in my daily life.  What a difference it would make in the world if we were all more merciful?  The pope is challenging all people, regardless of their faith, to begin a “revolution of mercy.”  What a challenge!

So, this morning at St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome, the Holy Father ushered in the Jubilee by opening the Holy Doors, opened last in the year 2000 by St. John Paul II.  I got up really early so I could watch, and I felt as though I was there.  I know those doors well, since I had the chance to walk through them with my family in October of 2000. There’s a spiritual sense that when you walk through them, you leave the past behind and move into something new, full of faith and hope for the future.  Even though I may not have the opportunity to make it to Rome this year, my heart is telling me that I’ll have plenty of chances to experience the richness and spiritual fruit of the Jubilee.  Something which happened to me yesterday tells me so.

I was traveling and needed to catch a cab.  Usually, I tend to check my email, read the paper, and maybe close my eyes and chill out a bit when I’m riding a cab. The drivers aren’t usually talkative, which is ok with me.  My driver yesterday was different.  I began asking him about the weather, and we struck up a conversation about the upcoming winter.  We both agreed that we weren’t looking forward to it. 

I told him I was from Maryland, and he told me he once lived there too.  He said he lived near Washington, and worked as a delivery person for a photo business. His route was north of Baltimore, but he couldn’t remember the name of the place he went to most often.  When I told him I lived in Westminster, his face lit up.  That was the town.  He started naming roads and stores which I see every day.  What a very small world we live in.

I asked the driver his name, and he said it was Amir, and that he was originally from Sudan.  He as moved around the U.S. a lot, trying to find work and a nice place to live with his family.  When most people moved to using digital cameras, the photo business he worked for in Baltimore closed.  Since then, he’s lived in South Dakota and Illinois. 

Although we never talked about faith, several things I saw in his cab led me to believe Amir was a Muslim.  As we arrived at my destination, he said with a big smile and a handshake,  “Paul, I hope we meet again!” I got out of the cab thinking that would be just like God to make that happen.  I don’t think I’ve ever had a more enjoyable cab ride.

As I watched the Mass this morning in St. Peter’s Square, Amir came to mind.  I got the chance to usher in my own revolution of tenderness yesterday.  We live in a time of great fear and anxiety, but I can attest to the fact that we can change our opinion of “the other.”  More than likely, Amir and I will never meet again, but my experience with him yesterday helped me realize that, with a little effort, this Year of Mercy can be a life-changer for all of us.  I hope we take advantage of it! 

If you are looking for Year of Mercy resources, visit Loyola Press’ website

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Prepare the Way

Ah, Advent.  A season of joyful expectation, waiting to remember once again the birth of Jesus, our Messiah.  This year, Advent begins the weekend after Thanksgiving, and on the surface, it gives us some added quiet time to move into the season.  Unfortunately, if you turned on the news this weekend, you might have been confronted with the shopping craziness that marks the secular side of these days leading up to Christmas.  Where was the joyful expectation?  The emphasis wasn’t on Jesus, but rather on expecting the best bargain, the latest gadget we just have to have, and spending money we don’t have. 

We need to recapture the desire to prepare the way of the Lord.  To prayerfully prepare our hearts and minds to receive Him, a great place to turn is the Scriptures.  You can find the story of Jesus’ birth in the Gospels (Matthew 1:18-2:12; Luke 2:1-20).  I know you’ve heard/read the stories many times over the years, but make the effort again this Advent.  Find a quiet place, relax and read.  Contemplate the scene.  Imagine yourself watching it all take place in real time, right before your eyes.

Reconnect with the miracle of Jesus’ birth.  As we move through this holy season of Advent, remember: It’s all about Jesus.

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The Saints Among US

In the Catholic Church, November 1st is celebrated as the Feast of All Saints, when we remember the many saints who have gone before us, now praying for us, and who provide us with a wonderful witness of holy living. 

What seems like a lifetime ago, I was a college student working on a Master’s Degree in Theology.  The chapel at St. Mary’s was beautiful, and the wall behind the altar was completely covered by a painting of what we would call The Communion of Saints, which included a multitude of canonized saints.  At the bottom of the painting, the artist painted rich, flowing curtains in between columns. 

One All Saint’s Day, I heard a Franciscan priest preach a wonderful homily, which I remember to this day.  Fr. Gary began by speaking about all the saints in the painting that were familiar to us in the pews.  There was St. Peter, St. Paul, and St. Francis, just to name a few.  Yes, we all wanted to be like them, courageous, holy, even saintly.  But they, like us, were also human, often falling, striving to get back up, hoping to finish the race well and win the prize. 

But what Fr. Gary focused on that day wasn’t the depicted saints, but it was the curtains that he preached about.  “See that last curtain over there,” he asked.  “I think my Uncle George is behind that curtain.”  “And I just bet my friend and mentor” (Father so and so) “is behind that one.”  Fr. Gary wanted to remind us that we have people living saintly lives all around us, people who are not only striving to live holy lives, but actually doing it. 

Just this morning my own pastor mentioned this in his homily, speaking of various people in our community how just might one day be canonized saints.  He reminded us that each and every one of us is called to be a saint.  Imagine what our world would be like if we all worked on our holiness each day.  Heaven on earth comes to mind. 

“All you holy men and women, pray for us.”

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Making Time for God and Others

I’ve been doing a lot of travelling lately.  While I enjoy seeing new places and meeting new people, travel sometimes leaves me exhausted, longing for familiarity and my own house and my own bed. Recently, I was at a conference in Avalon, New Jersey.  After a long drive, it was great to see the ocean, smell the salty air, and get my feet wet in the waves.  For me, there’s nothing like the sea to bring a sense of calm to my heart.  It reminds me that I’m a little drop in a big ocean, and that there is so much more out there than I see on a daily basis.

The ocean also reminds me of the grandeur of God, the immensity of creation, and how much exists below the surface of things, both in the water and in our daily lives.  We like to think we’re in control of our lives, but, when you really think about it, there are so many people and things which influence our actions and decisions, both big and small. 

I was thinking about this while sitting on a bench one morning in Avalon.  I had much on my mind, thinking about all I needed to do.  I realized my mind was racing, and I knew I needed to slow it down.  I walked back to my room, got another cup of coffee, my bible and my journal, and headed back to the bench.  I spent about 45 minutes reading a few of the Psalms, then moving on to a wonderful prayer time.  I was so grateful to God for being at the beach, on a beautiful fall day.  I was also grateful for my friends and family, a job which I enjoy, and all the good things God has provided me.

After my time of prayer was over, I headed back to my hotel room, refreshed, encouraged, and excited for the day ahead.  I realized once again how important it is to make time for God in the midst of what daily life brings me, whether it be sitting on a bench by the sea, or going about my daily routine at home.  The same is true for people in our lives.  The world is moving faster than ever, and time is a commodity that seems to be in ever shorter supply.  

When we make time for God and others, our life is enriched, our strength renewed, and things just seem to be a bit more joyful.  Give it a try. 

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The Great Jubilee and Ribollita

I know, what an odd title for a blog post.  The past few days have been cold and rainy where I live, and, early this morning, I woke up thinking about an event which took place in Florence, Italy. I’ll fill you in on that experience in a moment, but first, a bit about our trip, which took place exactly 15 years ago.   My family and I were traveling Italy to celebrate the Jubilee in 2000, and it was an experience of a lifetime.  We started in Milan, and the next day we traveled to Turin, where we viewed the Shroud of Turin.  Next, on to Padua, which is a great place to stop if you ever find yourself in Northern Italy. 

Our hotel in Padua was just down the street from the train station, and my sister and I surprised our mom with a quick train ride for dinner. Our destination was Venice.  Ah, dinner in Venice.  More about that another time!  From Padua, we went to one of my favorite travel destinations: Florence.  I have been there many times now over the years, and I always find something new to see and try.  I guess I woke up thinking about this trip because the weather in Florence was pretty much like it is today.  As I thought this through, I realized that the experience I’m about to share took place Florence 15 years ago this past week.  Amazing how life moves, isn’t it?

It was lunchtime, and we were in the Piazza Signoria, the main square in Florence.  We were cold and hungry, and there was a little trattoria on the piazza that looked inviting.  As I looked at the menu, I saw a very Tuscan dish I had always wanted to try.  It was a soup called “Ribollita” which means reboiled Tuscan Minestrone.  I know, strange, huh?  But my family and I have always loved a good soup, and my mom would make it even on the hottest days of summer.  On that cold Florentine day in early October of 2000, I ordered my first bowl of Ribollita. 

In Tuscany, when Minestrone Soup is made, it’s usually prepared in large quantities, so that there will be enough left over to make Ribollita the next day.  Yep, this is basically a leftover soup, with the addition of some broken up pieces of stale Tuscan bread.  Overnight, the minestrone will thicken, and when you reheat it the next day, you simply bring it to a boil, add two bread slices (torn into pieces), and stir until  the texture is almost homogenous.  Ladle into bowls, and put two teaspoons of good olive oil over each serving.  That’s the recipe for Ribollita, and let me tell you, as the Italians like to say when something tastes amazing, my mouth sang the first time I had it, sitting in the Piazza Signoria with my mom and sister.  The next day, we would be off to Assisi to celebrate the Feast of St. Francis, and after that, on to Rome.

So today, in honor of that authentically Tuscan gastronomical experience, I’m heading out in a few minutes to my Farmer’s Market to buy what I need to make a pot of Minestrone, so tomorrow, I can have a  bowl of Ribollita.  Here’s a simple Minestrone recipe from Mark Bittman’s How To Cook Everything Vegetarian.

Minestrone

serves 4-6

1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil

1 medium onion chopped

1 carrot, chopped

1 celery stalk, chopped

1 1/2 -2 cups hard vegetables, like potatoes, winter squash, turnips, peeled if necessary and cut into smaller than 1/4 inch dice

6 cups vegetable stock (I used Trader Joe’s low salt variety)

1 cup chopped tomato (canned ok, with juice)

1 1/2 – 2 cups soft vegetables, like green beans, cooked beans, zucchini, and greens like kale or spinach

1/2 cup chopped parsley leaves

salt and pepper to taste

Grated Parmesan cheese and olive oil for serving

Put 3 tb of the olive oil in a large, deep soup pot over medium heat.  When hot, add the onion, carrot, and celery.  Cook, stirring until the onion softens, about five minutes.

Add hard vegetables, salt and pepper.  Cook, stirring, for a minute or two, then add the stock and tomato; bring to a boil,  adjust heat so the mixture bubbles gently.  Gook, stirring every now and then until the veggies are fairly soft and tomatoes broken up, about 15 minutes. 

Add soft vegetables and parsley and continue cooking about 15 minutes more. Taste and adjust seasoning as desired.  Add remaining olive oil, and serve.

note:  I love rosemary, and I add about a teaspoon, finely chopped, to my minestrone. 

To make Ribollita the next day, follow the added instructions above, and enjoy!

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What About You?

Last Saturday, September 26th, Pope Francis was right up the road from me, in the city of Philadelphia.  He had come to the United States just a few days before, and after visiting Washington DC and New York City, the City of Brotherly Love was his final stop on what must have been an exhausting trip.  But, you couldn’t tell that by looking at him.  He seemed boundless in energy, smiles, and good will throughout.  Just amazing for someone getting close to 80 years old.

I plan to write about more about his visit, including the Canonization Mass for St. Junipero Serra in Washington DC which I had the blessing to attend, but for now, I want to focus on a little story woven into his homily given on Saturday morning at the Cathedral of Sts. Peter and Paul in downtown Philadelphia. Here it is:

“Most of you know the story of Saint Katharine Drexel, one of the great saints raised up by this local Church.  When she spoke to Pope Leo XIII of the needs of the missions, the Pope – he was a very wise Pope! – asked her pointedly: “What about you?  What are you going to do?”  Those words changed Katharine’s life, because they reminded her that, in the end, every Christian man and woman, by virtue of baptism, has received a mission.  Each one of us has to respond, as best we can, to the Lord’s call to build up his Body, the Church.”

So, as we begin to ease our way into the weekend, which for my area is going to be rainy and cold, I hope you’ll reflect on these challenging words.  “What about you?  What are you going to do?”  We all have a part to play in the mission of the Church, and it’s time for each of us to step up and get into the game.