I have for years contended that there are many secular songs that can be perceived as songs of love from God to us if you listen with the Ignatian view that you can find God in all things. In fact in certain cases I would contend that the songwriter's intention was to leave it open to that broad interpretation when he/she wrote the song. Many of the band U2's songs have that impact of double meaning, on one level a love song and on a deeper level a song of searching for a deeper relationship that goes way beyond human love.
I have always had a very special affinity for "You Got Lucky" by Tom Petty. From the first time I heard it, many years ago I have thought that it could be heard as a love song from God. Perhaps my feelings were colored by the fact that at the time I was a lonely college kid who didn't have a date in sight and was looking for love from someone, and found consolation in the thought that God would always love me and I was truly lucky that God had "found me".
The other night when I was watching my new favorite competition show on television: The Voice! on NBC, I had another AHA moment about a song I have probably heard hundreds of times sung by Keith Urban, but on this particular night it was sung by an 18 year old woman. The song is Stupid Boy, and it turned into an entirely different song, about losing faith instead of just losing a girl. It gave me chills.
I don't know why this surprises me so much. I have always felt that You'll think of Me, by Keith Urban is a song about turning away from God. We can move away, but we can never get so far away that we don't have that thought of God in the back of our minds no matter whoever else "arms" we find ourselves in.
So there are many songs that bring me to thoughts of God, okay so no matter how masterfully it is sung, I will freely admit that "Baby Got Back" doesn't have anything to redeem it, but then maybe someone else can find the God-ness of that particular song.
What secular song makes you think of God in a way that takes your breath away?
PAX
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Opportunity Comes from Circumstance
This morning the priest who was supposed to fill in for Fr. Tim for daily Mass didn't show up. This was the Middle School Mass, so the Principal of our school frantically tried to find the priest, but when he realized that there wasn't going to be one available, he went to "plan B" and prepared for a Communion Service.
Sadly this isn't the first time we have had to do this since our sudden pastoral change, but in today's case it turned out that the lesson that the kid's got in lieu of a homily was really great, so while it might not have been a best case scenario, our principal did make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.
The Gospel for today was John 6:35-40
Jesus said to the crowds,
“I am the bread of life;
whoever comes to me will never hunger,
and whoever believes in me will never thirst.
But I told you that although you have seen me,
you do not believe.
Everything that the Father gives me will come to me,
and I will not reject anyone who comes to me,
because I came down from heaven not to do my own will
but the will of the one who sent me.
And this is the will of the one who sent me,
that I should not lose anything of what he gave me,
but that I should raise it on the last day.
For this is the will of my Father,
that everyone who sees the Son and believes in him
may have eternal life,
and I shall raise him on the last day.”
He got eleven of the kids from the school to come to the front of the church. One young man he blindfolded, and the other ten he asked to stand randomly between the young man and the other side of the church.
Then he told the blindfolded young man that the other young men and women represented land mines. Would he rather try to get to the other side of the church on his own or with the Principal's guidance. Of course the young man chose to be guided by the Principal.
The Principal then guided the young man through the "land mines" to the other side. He then spoke for a while about how the students, especially the Eighth graders would soon be moving out into the world where they would find many "land mines" that would be dangerous for them, but Jesus promised them that if they believed in Him and were willing to Follow Him, He would not leave them and although it might be hard, they would be able to get through anything if they would put their trust in Jesus.
He then asked the blindfolded young man to trust him, and without touching him, only by following the sound of his voice, the Principal lead him back through the "land mines". Each step was taken very carefully, and with each step the Principal gently said "follow me" so that the blindfolded young man could follow in the direction of his voice. He came close to a few "land mines" but never bumped directly into one.
What an awesome visual message. It isn't always easy to follow Jesus, but if we listen carefully He will lead us in the direction that we are to go.
PAX
Sadly this isn't the first time we have had to do this since our sudden pastoral change, but in today's case it turned out that the lesson that the kid's got in lieu of a homily was really great, so while it might not have been a best case scenario, our principal did make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.
The Gospel for today was John 6:35-40
Jesus said to the crowds,
“I am the bread of life;
whoever comes to me will never hunger,
and whoever believes in me will never thirst.
But I told you that although you have seen me,
you do not believe.
Everything that the Father gives me will come to me,
and I will not reject anyone who comes to me,
because I came down from heaven not to do my own will
but the will of the one who sent me.
And this is the will of the one who sent me,
that I should not lose anything of what he gave me,
but that I should raise it on the last day.
For this is the will of my Father,
that everyone who sees the Son and believes in him
may have eternal life,
and I shall raise him on the last day.”
He got eleven of the kids from the school to come to the front of the church. One young man he blindfolded, and the other ten he asked to stand randomly between the young man and the other side of the church.
Then he told the blindfolded young man that the other young men and women represented land mines. Would he rather try to get to the other side of the church on his own or with the Principal's guidance. Of course the young man chose to be guided by the Principal.
The Principal then guided the young man through the "land mines" to the other side. He then spoke for a while about how the students, especially the Eighth graders would soon be moving out into the world where they would find many "land mines" that would be dangerous for them, but Jesus promised them that if they believed in Him and were willing to Follow Him, He would not leave them and although it might be hard, they would be able to get through anything if they would put their trust in Jesus.
He then asked the blindfolded young man to trust him, and without touching him, only by following the sound of his voice, the Principal lead him back through the "land mines". Each step was taken very carefully, and with each step the Principal gently said "follow me" so that the blindfolded young man could follow in the direction of his voice. He came close to a few "land mines" but never bumped directly into one.
What an awesome visual message. It isn't always easy to follow Jesus, but if we listen carefully He will lead us in the direction that we are to go.
PAX
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
This is the Reality
I read recently that Michael J. Fox's foundation is pouring millions of dollars into embryonic stem cell research to combat the Parkinson's disease that he has been living with since his early thirties. He is hoping to find a treatment that will extend his life by twenty or thirty years, and possibly even a cure. My problem with this is, at what expense?
The reality is, people die; and some people die young. My father died at the age of 48 of brain cancer. If there were a treatment available for my father that involved the destruction of human embryos, I know for a fact that he would have refused it. There is no way that he would destroy other lives to stay alive one more day.
We are not guaranteed that we will live to old age. We don't have the right to stay alive at any cost. Selfishly we all want ourselves and our families and friends to live long lives. The reality also is that the world is full of incurable diseases, and there are just some things we should not do to try to cure them, such as use the bodies of unborn children as research material. We can only prolong the inevitable for so long anyway.
My mother suffered for nearly twelve years from alzheimer's disease. What was once a vibrant, intelligent woman became a helpless shell who could no longer do the simplest tasks for herself. Yet, I would no sooner wish that Alzhiemer's reseachers used embryonic stem cells in their search for a cure for this horrible disease than I would wish that my mother had been hooked up to Dr Jack Kevorkian's little machine with the "get me out of here" button so that her life could have been ended sooner than later. While to some her life may have seemed meaningless, to me it had dignity and purpose until such time as she died not by some artificial means but when she died because it was her time, as she did last August.
In point of fact the only real success that has been achieved with stem cells in treating disease has been with adult stem cells. Embryonic stem cells are too erratic (or so says Dr. Oz, of Oprah fame) and unpredictable in how they grow and change.
One of my close friends who was struggling with Multiple Myeloma was being treated with adult stem cells. He had tried two types of adult stem cell transplants (one his own cells and one from a donor- his sister) in his efforts to beat back this disease. After four years, he lost his courageous fight with this disease at the age of 57. I am sure that if they offered him a chance to try an embryonic stem cell treatment he too would have refused.
Life isn't fair, we aren't promised a certain quantity of years. but we can control the quality of the years we have.
Pax
The reality is, people die; and some people die young. My father died at the age of 48 of brain cancer. If there were a treatment available for my father that involved the destruction of human embryos, I know for a fact that he would have refused it. There is no way that he would destroy other lives to stay alive one more day.
We are not guaranteed that we will live to old age. We don't have the right to stay alive at any cost. Selfishly we all want ourselves and our families and friends to live long lives. The reality also is that the world is full of incurable diseases, and there are just some things we should not do to try to cure them, such as use the bodies of unborn children as research material. We can only prolong the inevitable for so long anyway.
My mother suffered for nearly twelve years from alzheimer's disease. What was once a vibrant, intelligent woman became a helpless shell who could no longer do the simplest tasks for herself. Yet, I would no sooner wish that Alzhiemer's reseachers used embryonic stem cells in their search for a cure for this horrible disease than I would wish that my mother had been hooked up to Dr Jack Kevorkian's little machine with the "get me out of here" button so that her life could have been ended sooner than later. While to some her life may have seemed meaningless, to me it had dignity and purpose until such time as she died not by some artificial means but when she died because it was her time, as she did last August.
In point of fact the only real success that has been achieved with stem cells in treating disease has been with adult stem cells. Embryonic stem cells are too erratic (or so says Dr. Oz, of Oprah fame) and unpredictable in how they grow and change.
One of my close friends who was struggling with Multiple Myeloma was being treated with adult stem cells. He had tried two types of adult stem cell transplants (one his own cells and one from a donor- his sister) in his efforts to beat back this disease. After four years, he lost his courageous fight with this disease at the age of 57. I am sure that if they offered him a chance to try an embryonic stem cell treatment he too would have refused.
Life isn't fair, we aren't promised a certain quantity of years. but we can control the quality of the years we have.
Pax
Friday, May 06, 2011
Love and Death And Winning at Tickle Tiger
When we were growing up we would play this game called Tickle Tiger with my father. We would all crawl around our rather large living room. Dad would roar and chase us and if he caught us he would tickle us until we were giggling little slugs rolled into tiny balls on the floor.
For my sisters and brothers and me, it was the best game in the world. Dad was a really big guy, over six feet tall and had played football in high school and college. He had an amazing laugh that could make us laugh even before he got close enough to us to tickle us. Dad would play until he had rendered us all senseless.
Sometimes mom would join the game. When that happened dad would chase mom behind the couch, and it would become very quiet. Eventually we would climb up onto the couch to look and we would find them; mom wrapped in dad's arms and they would be kissing.
Once when my younger brother Matt was three and we found them behind the couch he said " Dad you don't 'posed to kiss her you 'posed to tickle her, silly." But I was six and much wiser and I knew that our game of Tickle Tiger was over, and mom had won.
My parents had an amazingly loving relationship. They produced nine children, and were never embarrassed to show affection in front of us. They often sat at the table in the morning over one last cup of coffee before dad had to leave for work holding hands and chatting about nothing in particular.
When I was 12, my dad got sick and a very tense year later died of a brain tumor. My mother suddenly had to become totally chaste, not by her own choosing, but because of a circumstance beyond her control. I had always hoped that she would find love again, but she always maintained that there was only one love for her in this world. For the next 38 years she lived waiting for the day when she and my dad would be united once again.
When my mom died early last fall (just days after her and dad's wedding anniversary) she was reunited with my dad. They are buried together in a military cemetery, which means they share the same burial plot and headstone with dad's information on the front and mom's on the back. When she was buried I could imagine dad's arms outstretched waiting to wrap them around mom in a loving and eternal embrace. They are together forever.
I miss mom every day, but when I think about how they are buried, in that loving embrace, I realize that she is exactly where she has wanted to be for a really, really long time. I know she is happy there. The game is over, mom has won again.
Happy Mother's Day mom.
Pax
For my sisters and brothers and me, it was the best game in the world. Dad was a really big guy, over six feet tall and had played football in high school and college. He had an amazing laugh that could make us laugh even before he got close enough to us to tickle us. Dad would play until he had rendered us all senseless.
Sometimes mom would join the game. When that happened dad would chase mom behind the couch, and it would become very quiet. Eventually we would climb up onto the couch to look and we would find them; mom wrapped in dad's arms and they would be kissing.
Once when my younger brother Matt was three and we found them behind the couch he said " Dad you don't 'posed to kiss her you 'posed to tickle her, silly." But I was six and much wiser and I knew that our game of Tickle Tiger was over, and mom had won.
My parents had an amazingly loving relationship. They produced nine children, and were never embarrassed to show affection in front of us. They often sat at the table in the morning over one last cup of coffee before dad had to leave for work holding hands and chatting about nothing in particular.
When I was 12, my dad got sick and a very tense year later died of a brain tumor. My mother suddenly had to become totally chaste, not by her own choosing, but because of a circumstance beyond her control. I had always hoped that she would find love again, but she always maintained that there was only one love for her in this world. For the next 38 years she lived waiting for the day when she and my dad would be united once again.
When my mom died early last fall (just days after her and dad's wedding anniversary) she was reunited with my dad. They are buried together in a military cemetery, which means they share the same burial plot and headstone with dad's information on the front and mom's on the back. When she was buried I could imagine dad's arms outstretched waiting to wrap them around mom in a loving and eternal embrace. They are together forever.
I miss mom every day, but when I think about how they are buried, in that loving embrace, I realize that she is exactly where she has wanted to be for a really, really long time. I know she is happy there. The game is over, mom has won again.
Happy Mother's Day mom.
Pax
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Dear God,
When Alex Renton an atheist came home to find his daughter had written this letter:
rather than shrug it off he handled it this way:
This is the text of the letter from a most surprising source:
Dear Lulu,
Your dad has sent on your letter and asked if I have any answers. It’s a difficult one! But I think God might reply a bit like this –
‘Dear Lulu – Nobody invented me – but lots of people discovered me and were quite surprised. They discovered me when they looked round at the world and thought it was really beautiful or really mysterious and wondered where it came from. They discovered me when they were very very quiet on their own and felt a sort of peace and love they hadn’t expected.
Then they invented ideas about me – some of them sensible and some of them not very sensible. From time to time I sent them some hints – specially in the life of Jesus – to help them get closer to what I’m really like.
But there was nothing and nobody around before me to invent me. Rather like somebody who writes a story in a book, I started making up the story of the world and eventually invented human beings like you who could ask me awkward questions!’
And then he’d send you lots of love and sign off.
I know he doesn’t usually write letters, so I have to do the best I can on his behalf. Lots of love from me too.
+Archbishop Rowan (Archbishop of Canterbury)
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Easter Monday
Today is Dyngus Day , a traditional Polish day of festivities after the long Lenten Fast. If you live in our near a Polish Community you are lucky, because the food is amazing. We are blessed to have a Dyngus Day celebration at one of the local parishes, complete with all those great Polish delicacies: beet horseradish and hard boiled eggs, pirogies, polish sausage, sour kraut, and of course beer.
Fortunately for me, most of those foods would pass muster with my new eating plan, but unfortunately I have band practice tonight, so if I go it will be a quick run it to grab a bite before band and not a leisurely stay to visit with friends as it has been in the past.
One of the best things about Dyngus Day is that it reminds us that Easter isn't just a Sunday. Easter is a Season. We celebrate the Easter Season for 50 days, from now until Pentecost. Each day should ring with the sound of the Alleluia of recognition of the risen Lord's saving action in our lives.
After all, If Christ conquered death for us what other response could there be except to celebrate?
How will you celebrate these 50 days?
Pax
Fortunately for me, most of those foods would pass muster with my new eating plan, but unfortunately I have band practice tonight, so if I go it will be a quick run it to grab a bite before band and not a leisurely stay to visit with friends as it has been in the past.
One of the best things about Dyngus Day is that it reminds us that Easter isn't just a Sunday. Easter is a Season. We celebrate the Easter Season for 50 days, from now until Pentecost. Each day should ring with the sound of the Alleluia of recognition of the risen Lord's saving action in our lives.
After all, If Christ conquered death for us what other response could there be except to celebrate?
How will you celebrate these 50 days?
Pax
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Easter Sunday Reflection: Rise!
Part of my Lent was spent in a very depressed state. I was dealing with a lot; multiple health issues, the death of my mother months ago and then the death of a very close friend on Ash Wednesday. I was so deeply depressed that I was incapable of helping myself.
Most people who saw me outside of my house would have never known that there was a problem, because for a short amount of time I could put on a happy face and do what needed to be done, but those moments took so much energy that when I was home I was usually sleeping or laying on the couch incapable of doing much of anything.
I thank my husband and children for pitching in around the house, because without their help it would have been really bad around here. But I realized that I couldn't help myself, and asked for help, not only from God, but from my Dr.
I have been on anti-depressants and a new diet for a month now, and while I am not completely back to my old self, I can certainly tell the difference. When I told Fr. Bill last night after the Vigil Mass how much better I was feeling he gave me a huge hug and said. "She has risen!"
I had never thought about it that way, but I see now. I have risen from the depth of my despair and and can see that my life has joy and meaning and purpose again. Like Christ rising from the dark tomb; I am rising to new life. My resurrection may be a much slower process than His, but no less miraculous.
Where is resurrection happening in your life?
Pax
Most people who saw me outside of my house would have never known that there was a problem, because for a short amount of time I could put on a happy face and do what needed to be done, but those moments took so much energy that when I was home I was usually sleeping or laying on the couch incapable of doing much of anything.
I thank my husband and children for pitching in around the house, because without their help it would have been really bad around here. But I realized that I couldn't help myself, and asked for help, not only from God, but from my Dr.
I have been on anti-depressants and a new diet for a month now, and while I am not completely back to my old self, I can certainly tell the difference. When I told Fr. Bill last night after the Vigil Mass how much better I was feeling he gave me a huge hug and said. "She has risen!"
I had never thought about it that way, but I see now. I have risen from the depth of my despair and and can see that my life has joy and meaning and purpose again. Like Christ rising from the dark tomb; I am rising to new life. My resurrection may be a much slower process than His, but no less miraculous.
Where is resurrection happening in your life?
Pax
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Holy Saturday: Waiting is The Hardest Part
We went through the entire season of Advent waiting for Christ to be born as a human child.
Now we wait again.
This time, the Christ has just suffered and died for our sins and is in the tomb. And we wait.
It isn't fun to wait. We feel as though time moves more slowly. We hope in the promise that Christ would rise, but the reality is, we wait. We hope and we wait.
This day, Holy Saturday is a day for preparing for the resurrection, so we spend time in prayer and contemplation. We clean our houses for guests, because with the Resurrection of Easter tomorrow will be celebrations with family and friends.
And, we wait.
What is your hope this day as you wait.
Pax
Now we wait again.
This time, the Christ has just suffered and died for our sins and is in the tomb. And we wait.
It isn't fun to wait. We feel as though time moves more slowly. We hope in the promise that Christ would rise, but the reality is, we wait. We hope and we wait.
This day, Holy Saturday is a day for preparing for the resurrection, so we spend time in prayer and contemplation. We clean our houses for guests, because with the Resurrection of Easter tomorrow will be celebrations with family and friends.
And, we wait.
What is your hope this day as you wait.
Pax
Friday, April 22, 2011
Friday of Holy Week: Good Friday
I have really bad knees, one is worse than the other, so I favor my left leg. For probably fifteen years or more I have been standing with more weight on my right side than my left side and it has caused serious problems with my left hip, knee and foot. I have lived with varying degrees of chronic pain over the last few years. Finally with a combination of physical therapy, exercise and acupuncture the pain is pretty much handled, but I still have to be very careful not to stand with all of my weight on my right side (old habits die hard).
What does this have to do with Good Friday, you ask? The entire time I have been going through all of the years of pain and suffering I would think about Christ on the cross, suffering for my sins and not once did it cross my mind to ask "Why me?" In fact in the face of that great love that Christ poured out by offering his life as reparation for my sins, I am able to say "Why not me?" Why shouldn't I be willing to carry this cross?
I work really hard at keeping my leg in shape, and for each incremental increase in the strength of my leg I begin to see the person that God intended me to be. The person that is capable of doing what God has set out for me to do.
As Christ did the will of God by carrying His cross and dying for all. I can do God's will by carrying my cross and living for all.
What cross are you living with this Good Friday?
Pax
What does this have to do with Good Friday, you ask? The entire time I have been going through all of the years of pain and suffering I would think about Christ on the cross, suffering for my sins and not once did it cross my mind to ask "Why me?" In fact in the face of that great love that Christ poured out by offering his life as reparation for my sins, I am able to say "Why not me?" Why shouldn't I be willing to carry this cross?
I work really hard at keeping my leg in shape, and for each incremental increase in the strength of my leg I begin to see the person that God intended me to be. The person that is capable of doing what God has set out for me to do.
As Christ did the will of God by carrying His cross and dying for all. I can do God's will by carrying my cross and living for all.
What cross are you living with this Good Friday?
Pax
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Thursday of Holy Week
My very good friend John had a lump on his breast bone. he went to the Dr. to find out what it was. He was trying to remain upbeat and to leave the concern in God's hands. A week later he was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma, It was a devastating diagnosis. What was the first thing he and his wife did after hearing the diagnosis? They went on vacation. They would deal with treatments and drugs and surgeries later, but first they would enjoy each other's company.
My friend John died a few weeks ago. I miss him so much.
To me, Holy Thursday reminds me of my friend John. Jesus knew what was coming on Friday, but on Thursday he had a dinner with his Apostles and enjoyed their friendship one last time. He took Peter, James and John to the Garden with him. He wanted his friends around him as much as he could.
Holy Thursday is our time to revel in those moments of Christ and the Apostles together. The calm before the storm if you will. The music is so beautiful during the Holy Thursday Liturgy (and I am not just saying that because I sing in our Church Choir). Pange Lingua has to be one of my very favorite hymns and we are singing Durufle's Ubi Caritas as well.
And tonight at Liturgy, I can be with John at Mass, because the Mass is the one place where all people who have ever been to Mass and all those who will ever go to Mass are there in that moment of Kairos (God's time).
I love The Triduum. Holy Thursday is the celebration of that first Liturgy. Enter into it with all of your senses.
Pax
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
If There Isn't A Lock-Out
Colts 2011 regular-season schedule
Week 1 - @ Houston Texans, Sun. Sept. 11, 1 p.m.
Week 2 - vs. Cleveland Browns, Sun. Sep. 18, 1 p.m.
Week 3 - vs. Pittsburgh Steelers, Sun. Sep. 25, 8:20 p.m.
Week 4 - @ Tampa Bay Buccaneers, Mon. Oct. 3, 8:30 p.m.
Week 5 - vs. Kansas City Chiefs, Sun. Oct. 9, 1 p.m.
Week 6 - @ Cincinnati Bengals, Sun. Oct. 16, 1 p.m.
Week 7 - @ New Orleans Saints, Sun. Oct. 23, 8:20 p.m.
Week 8 - @ Tennessee Titans, Sun. Oct. 30, 1 p.m.
Week 9 - vs. Atlanta Falcons, Sun. Nov. 6, 1 p.m.
Week 10 - vs. Jacksonville Jaguars, Sun. Nov. 13, 1 p.m.
Week 11 - BYE
Week 12 - vs. Carolina Panthers, Sun. Nov. 27, 1 p.m.
Week 13 - @ New England Patriots, Sun. Dec. 4, 8:20 p.m.
Week 14 - @ Baltimore Ravens, Sun. Dec. 11, 1 p.m.
Week 15 - vs. Tenneesee Titans, Sun. Dec. 18, 1 p.m.
Week 16 - vs. Houston Texans, Thu. Dec. 22, 8:20 p.m.
Week 17 - @ Jacksonville Jaguars, Sun. Jan. 1, 1 p.m
Week 2 - vs. Cleveland Browns, Sun. Sep. 18, 1 p.m.
Week 3 - vs. Pittsburgh Steelers, Sun. Sep. 25, 8:20 p.m.
Week 4 - @ Tampa Bay Buccaneers, Mon. Oct. 3, 8:30 p.m.
Week 5 - vs. Kansas City Chiefs, Sun. Oct. 9, 1 p.m.
Week 6 - @ Cincinnati Bengals, Sun. Oct. 16, 1 p.m.
Week 7 - @ New Orleans Saints, Sun. Oct. 23, 8:20 p.m.
Week 8 - @ Tennessee Titans, Sun. Oct. 30, 1 p.m.
Week 9 - vs. Atlanta Falcons, Sun. Nov. 6, 1 p.m.
Week 10 - vs. Jacksonville Jaguars, Sun. Nov. 13, 1 p.m.
Week 11 - BYE
Week 12 - vs. Carolina Panthers, Sun. Nov. 27, 1 p.m.
Week 13 - @ New England Patriots, Sun. Dec. 4, 8:20 p.m.
Week 14 - @ Baltimore Ravens, Sun. Dec. 11, 1 p.m.
Week 15 - vs. Tenneesee Titans, Sun. Dec. 18, 1 p.m.
Week 16 - vs. Houston Texans, Thu. Dec. 22, 8:20 p.m.
Week 17 - @ Jacksonville Jaguars, Sun. Jan. 1, 1 p.m
NOTE: » The opponents' combined record is 133-123, a schedule that ranks fifth-hardest in the league.
hmmm curious
Pax
Wednesday of Holy Week
Did you know that this day of Holy Week used to be called Spy Wednesday? It is a day when the Mass readings talk of betrayal. Betrayal hurts, Jesus was not only betrayed by Judas, but also Peter denied even knowing him while he was being tried, scourged and put to death.
We all feel betrayed, by friends, sometimes by family. It leaves deep wounds that sometimes never heal and leave us unable to trust.
I am experiencing a type of betrayal that I suppose is true for everyone, my body is failing me. I have arthritis, and sleep apnea. I have bad knees, and asthma. I suppose it just means I am getting old, but it is worrisome to know that if the day is cold and wet my body will ache and I will not be able to feel warm no matter what I do.
It bothers me to think that without a machine I might stop breathing in my sleep, but at least there is a machine that will keep me breathing, right?
I watched an amazing story on 60 minutes the other night about a profoundly autistic young woman named Carley who finally has learned to communicate with the help of a computer. To the world she looks completely and totally disabled, but deep inside a body that constantly betrays her is a mind that is fertile and funny and forgiving. She has now started a weblog and a twitter feed to share her thoughts, which are not bound to her damaged body, with the world.
The point of all of these betrayals though is that no matter how many things we lose us. This is what Jesus remembered at the end when he commended His Spirit to His Father from the cross.
We may feel betrayed, but we are never forsaken, no matter how deep the wounds are.
If you can't do something one way, learn to do it another.
Pax
We all feel betrayed, by friends, sometimes by family. It leaves deep wounds that sometimes never heal and leave us unable to trust.
I am experiencing a type of betrayal that I suppose is true for everyone, my body is failing me. I have arthritis, and sleep apnea. I have bad knees, and asthma. I suppose it just means I am getting old, but it is worrisome to know that if the day is cold and wet my body will ache and I will not be able to feel warm no matter what I do.
It bothers me to think that without a machine I might stop breathing in my sleep, but at least there is a machine that will keep me breathing, right?
I watched an amazing story on 60 minutes the other night about a profoundly autistic young woman named Carley who finally has learned to communicate with the help of a computer. To the world she looks completely and totally disabled, but deep inside a body that constantly betrays her is a mind that is fertile and funny and forgiving. She has now started a weblog and a twitter feed to share her thoughts, which are not bound to her damaged body, with the world.
The point of all of these betrayals though is that no matter how many things we lose us. This is what Jesus remembered at the end when he commended His Spirit to His Father from the cross.
We may feel betrayed, but we are never forsaken, no matter how deep the wounds are.
If you can't do something one way, learn to do it another.
Pax
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Tuesday of Holy Week
In the past two weeks I have gotten two birthday presents in the mail. They have both been wonderful surprises, especially since my birthday was over a month ago. My children think it is really funny that I just keep getting gifts even though my birthday is long past. I just enjoy them, and feel very blessed.
God's grace is quite the same as those unexpected birthday gifts. If you live in a sense of awareness of God working in your life, everything is gift (grace). Every day in little ways and sometimes in very grand ways God reveals his love for us through graces in our lives. Which doesn't mean that when we make ourselves aware of God working in our lives everything is sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes, in the words of one of my favorite authors Flannery O'Connor God's grace can be "dark and disturbing" too.
Sometimes God's grace comes in a way that makes us realize how much we need Him. It is revealed in our weaknesses and our failings, which bring us to our knees in prayer and turn us back to His loving arms.
I am sitting here this morning on a cold rainy morning, which makes my arthritis flare and every joint in my body ache, waiting for it to be time to go to my Zumba Class. I know that it will take all the energy I can muster, and a little extra grace from God, to make myself go to Zumba this morning, But I also know that in God's dark and disturbing way if I do go there will be a benefit for my overall health and well being.
How will you be aware of God's grace in your life today?
Pax
God's grace is quite the same as those unexpected birthday gifts. If you live in a sense of awareness of God working in your life, everything is gift (grace). Every day in little ways and sometimes in very grand ways God reveals his love for us through graces in our lives. Which doesn't mean that when we make ourselves aware of God working in our lives everything is sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes, in the words of one of my favorite authors Flannery O'Connor God's grace can be "dark and disturbing" too.
Sometimes God's grace comes in a way that makes us realize how much we need Him. It is revealed in our weaknesses and our failings, which bring us to our knees in prayer and turn us back to His loving arms.
I am sitting here this morning on a cold rainy morning, which makes my arthritis flare and every joint in my body ache, waiting for it to be time to go to my Zumba Class. I know that it will take all the energy I can muster, and a little extra grace from God, to make myself go to Zumba this morning, But I also know that in God's dark and disturbing way if I do go there will be a benefit for my overall health and well being.
How will you be aware of God's grace in your life today?
Pax
Monday, April 18, 2011
Monday of Holy Week
I belong to a band made up of parents of children at the school where my daughter (previously known as the angelbaby, until she hit her teen years) is in the 8th grade. Some of us have been playing an instrument for years, and can easily read music, and others are relatively new to the instrument they are playing and are just beginning to get the hang of reading music.
We practice together once a week. But those of us who don't practice more often than that feel as though we are falling behind, myself included some weeks. We have to work at our own parts so that when we get together we can work at sounding like a real band sounds and not a group of people who are trying to play instruments they are just learning how to play. We have also found that when we play with enthusiasm and joy, our sound is much better than when we play like timidly.
I think the same thing is true of the spiritual life. We are all at a different point in our spiritual life, and when we come to a point in the Church year like Holy Week, the more time we have put into our own spiritual development, like we should have been doing throughout the 40 days of lent, the more We will come together as One during this week.
Don't just sit back and let Holy Week happen to you, enter into it with all of your enthusiasm and joy, and not with timidity. Even if you haven't been practicing as much as you wish you had been the last 40 days.
Pax
We practice together once a week. But those of us who don't practice more often than that feel as though we are falling behind, myself included some weeks. We have to work at our own parts so that when we get together we can work at sounding like a real band sounds and not a group of people who are trying to play instruments they are just learning how to play. We have also found that when we play with enthusiasm and joy, our sound is much better than when we play like timidly.
I think the same thing is true of the spiritual life. We are all at a different point in our spiritual life, and when we come to a point in the Church year like Holy Week, the more time we have put into our own spiritual development, like we should have been doing throughout the 40 days of lent, the more We will come together as One during this week.
Don't just sit back and let Holy Week happen to you, enter into it with all of your enthusiasm and joy, and not with timidity. Even if you haven't been practicing as much as you wish you had been the last 40 days.
Pax
Saturday, April 16, 2011
A Reflection for Palm Sunday
THE DONKEY
G.K. Chesterton
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born;
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
G.K. Chesterton
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born;
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Another Birthday Gift
How lucky am I? My birthmonth was over 12 days ago and I got a birthday present in the mail today. One of my Gradual School friends sent me a book by Richard Rohr about Spirituality for the second half of life.
Now, I realize I am getting older, but I actually laughed when I saw the book. The second half of life, I guess that means I get to live to be 100 if I look at it with the most positive light, so I have that going for me.
On the serious side, I started reading it today and like other books by Fr. Rohr, it is very well written and talks about both halves of life, so I can still pretend to not have crossed over into the second half when I want to delude myself.
I will write a review of it when I finish reading it, which probably won't take long since mrangelmeg is off on one of his long trips and won't be around for weeks.
Pax
Now, I realize I am getting older, but I actually laughed when I saw the book. The second half of life, I guess that means I get to live to be 100 if I look at it with the most positive light, so I have that going for me.
On the serious side, I started reading it today and like other books by Fr. Rohr, it is very well written and talks about both halves of life, so I can still pretend to not have crossed over into the second half when I want to delude myself.
I will write a review of it when I finish reading it, which probably won't take long since mrangelmeg is off on one of his long trips and won't be around for weeks.
Pax
Monday, April 11, 2011
Surrender Means Not Wanting What you Can't Have
In my ongoing attempt to understand all of the changes in my life I am constantly finding a spiritual lesson in most things. My big aha moment for this weekend was that it will be much easier to live with the changes in my diet if I learn to not want the things I can't have, like alcohol or processed foods or sugar.
I have been reading all of lent about surrender. If not eating these things will make me healthier then surrendering my will to the improvement in health I will gain from not wanting or craving those foods will make me stronger. It doesn't make it easier to do it this way, but if I look at is as a spiritual exercise, what I am gaining is even greater than what I am giving up.
So, my mindset is changing. It isn't an easy or immediate change, but each day as I make good choices and don't crave or whine because I can't have something I would have just mindlessly eaten a few weeks ago I know that God is leading me. And I can see by the numbers on the scale and the way my clothes fit that my lifestyle changes are making a difference. I think of those things as signal graces that I am on the right track.
I hope my journey can inspire others to take charge of their lifestyle and health and make good choices.
Pax
I have been reading all of lent about surrender. If not eating these things will make me healthier then surrendering my will to the improvement in health I will gain from not wanting or craving those foods will make me stronger. It doesn't make it easier to do it this way, but if I look at is as a spiritual exercise, what I am gaining is even greater than what I am giving up.
So, my mindset is changing. It isn't an easy or immediate change, but each day as I make good choices and don't crave or whine because I can't have something I would have just mindlessly eaten a few weeks ago I know that God is leading me. And I can see by the numbers on the scale and the way my clothes fit that my lifestyle changes are making a difference. I think of those things as signal graces that I am on the right track.
I hope my journey can inspire others to take charge of their lifestyle and health and make good choices.
Pax
Saturday, April 09, 2011
Lifestyle Changes and Obedience
So the Dr. says I need to change the way I do things in order to be a healthier angelmeg. I have known this for a long time and have been working on small changes for about two years now, but only with half a heart really. Now it is get serious about it time or I will be dealing with major health issues later on.
One of the things I need to change is how I plan and eat my meals. I am one of those people who can skip breakfast and then go till maybe three o'clock before I actually sit down to eat something. Even when I make good food choices this is not a good plan. So that has to go. No more skipping breakfast or lunch. Regular meal times with good lean protein at every meal (it's a liver thing). I need to eat more vegetables too, because I do eat veggies, but not enough of the dark green ones that are really good for me.
Because of my food allergies I am already pretty limited on carbohydrates, but I do tend to indulge in potato chips, or French fries because "I'm not allergic to potatoes". Those are out of my diet now. Nothing fried for a while at least. and only really good oils in moderation.
No refined sugar either, which pretty much means no chocolate, unless it is really dark very high cacao content (because they have less sugar). For the first two weeks of this new diet, no chocolate at all. Then a little (like one small piece every four or five days) after that. Now that will be the hardest thing.
I started this new meal plan on Monday afternoon, and I'm not gonna lie, I actually feel better already. It is amazing how well your body's engine runs when you give it the right fuel.
The next hurdle is to tackle a vitamin D deficiency. This one is a little harder for me. I need to get out in the sun more often. The problem is, I can't stand the cold and it really has only gotten sunny lately. So, Now, whenever there is a sunny day I need to take my work outside if I can, or take a walk, or find some other way to be out in the sun. Maybe this year I will actually get my flower beds in shape.
As I was thinking about all of the things the Dr. is asking me to do to improve my health it occurred to me that it all comes down to obedience. God gave me this body in order to do His will here on earth. If I don't take care of this body I am not at all effective in doing God's will because I am ill or just too darn tired. Just think how much more energy and vigor I will have when I am not dealing with all of the potential health issues that are looming over my head right now.
When I put my lifestyle changes into that kind of perspective it makes the doing of them a little easier. I can look at them as a form of prayer and praise to my creator. I am growing closer to being the person that God created me to be before my own willfulness got in the way and led me astray.
So, with each new change, no matter how much I am resisting it, I praise God. Even for roasted beet salad, I will praise His holy name, because I know that if I am eating good fuel I will be stronger in His service.
Pax
One of the things I need to change is how I plan and eat my meals. I am one of those people who can skip breakfast and then go till maybe three o'clock before I actually sit down to eat something. Even when I make good food choices this is not a good plan. So that has to go. No more skipping breakfast or lunch. Regular meal times with good lean protein at every meal (it's a liver thing). I need to eat more vegetables too, because I do eat veggies, but not enough of the dark green ones that are really good for me.
Because of my food allergies I am already pretty limited on carbohydrates, but I do tend to indulge in potato chips, or French fries because "I'm not allergic to potatoes". Those are out of my diet now. Nothing fried for a while at least. and only really good oils in moderation.
No refined sugar either, which pretty much means no chocolate, unless it is really dark very high cacao content (because they have less sugar). For the first two weeks of this new diet, no chocolate at all. Then a little (like one small piece every four or five days) after that. Now that will be the hardest thing.
I started this new meal plan on Monday afternoon, and I'm not gonna lie, I actually feel better already. It is amazing how well your body's engine runs when you give it the right fuel.
The next hurdle is to tackle a vitamin D deficiency. This one is a little harder for me. I need to get out in the sun more often. The problem is, I can't stand the cold and it really has only gotten sunny lately. So, Now, whenever there is a sunny day I need to take my work outside if I can, or take a walk, or find some other way to be out in the sun. Maybe this year I will actually get my flower beds in shape.
As I was thinking about all of the things the Dr. is asking me to do to improve my health it occurred to me that it all comes down to obedience. God gave me this body in order to do His will here on earth. If I don't take care of this body I am not at all effective in doing God's will because I am ill or just too darn tired. Just think how much more energy and vigor I will have when I am not dealing with all of the potential health issues that are looming over my head right now.
When I put my lifestyle changes into that kind of perspective it makes the doing of them a little easier. I can look at them as a form of prayer and praise to my creator. I am growing closer to being the person that God created me to be before my own willfulness got in the way and led me astray.
So, with each new change, no matter how much I am resisting it, I praise God. Even for roasted beet salad, I will praise His holy name, because I know that if I am eating good fuel I will be stronger in His service.
Pax
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
Butler Basketball’s Success Has Nothing to Do with the Score of Last Night’s Game
"That’s the Butler culture. The winning is nice, but a school should be about graduating kids ready to meet life’s challenges, and that doesn’t simply mean making bank. Butler does that exceptionally well."
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