There's a commercial on TV right now about Mother's Day, encouraging you to go out and get Mom a card because of all she's done for you, and because of "her lifelong friendship". I say, "Phooey".
I constantly tell my kids, "I'm not your friend, I'm your mother". They are going to have a lot of friends in their life, but I get the role of mother. That's because your friends are not going to tell you, "That is stupid" when you mention that you are thinking of dropping out of school to become a traveling tattoo artist in a Third World country. Your mom reminds you that you have to do your homework, whereas a friend will just keep the video games rolling. Mom drags you to church, confession and family dinners, when you'd far rather roll over and go back to sleep.
Mom is also the one who dries the tears of middle school, pays for driver's training, remembers your last tetanus shot and knows how to steam out the wr…
It's not every day you get to screen a premiere movie at work, but I did today. The movie, "Strong Bodies Fight" tells the story of the Bengal Bouts, a long-standing Notre Dame tradition of intramural boxing that raises money for Bangladesh. Even though the bouts have been going on for years, none of the boxers had ever visited Bangladesh to see what good they have done there.
"Strong Bodies Fight" follows five boxers from the university as they visit the Holy Cross Missions that have benefited from their boxing. It's a beautifully photographed movie (oh, the colors of Bangladesh!), but it also connects the viewer to the people in the film: the boxers and the citizens of Bangladesh. One of my favorite college professors used to say, "We are all more alike than we are different" and this film proves it. One scene that illustrates this very thing is when the Notre Dame men put boxing gloves on two little boys in a school in Bangladesh (where …
“…[m]ay we firmly orient our existence according to the will of God…and walk resolutely towards Christ.”
- Pope Benedict
Dear Husband has a reputation for taking ‘shortcuts’ during family outings. He likes the road less travelled, and that makes a lot of difference in our trips and in our lives.
When anyone travels, they have a destination in mind - a goal. We might be going to grandmother’s house or to the grocery store. We might simply be going to work or to church. We might actually be travelling half way around the world. Often we find that we wish to take the quickest or most economical way, and with the advent of GPS systems we find ourselves more focused on the destination than on the journey. By taking the road less travelled, it changes the focus to the journey.
What happens when we focus on the journey? We learn about ourselves and our fellow travelers. As Catholic Christians we are travelers from our baptism, striving for the same destination. However, we take different pa…
It's a long day, and a long night. Even with the sun out, it's dark. An empty day, spent longing for the next day, but not really sure what the next day will bring.
That must be how the Apostles felt.
Of course, we have the luxury (and it is a luxury) of knowing that tomorrow we will be celebrating with great joy. The Apostles didn't know. They hadn't put everything together: those sayings of Jesus about tearing down the temple and re-building it in three days, the Supper that brought changes to ancient traditions, the horrible day yesterday when everything changed, and nothing seemed good.
It is a long night.
There are saints who've experienced this type of night - we call it the "dark night of the soul" - when God doesn't just seem distant, He seems....gone. It is a spiritual bereavement most of us cannot bear - the idea that our prayers rise only to an empty space, our faith is not simply meaningless, but stupid. It is a night when God i…
What made Christ do what He did for us today? What forced Him to carry that cross, stand and be scourged, spit upon, shouted at? What made him lay still as the spikes were forced into his hands and feet?
There was no law that forced Christ into what He did. Nothing on earth or in Heaven compelled it. He said Himself that if He only asked, a legion of angels would be sent by His Father to help Him.
It was only His Love for you that kept him pinned on that Cross. It was only His Love for you that forced him done a hot, dusty road, arms aching, blood pouring out of countless wounds to a hill outside of Jerusalem. It was only His Love for you that made Him endure pain, thirst, fear. He was stripped and tortured...because He loves you.
Today, this Good Friday, remember that most of all, love is not some fuzzy emotion of greeting cards and teenage angst. Love is not a feeling of wanting to please another. Love is not a desire to be wanted and waited upon.
Tonight we celebrate the Mass of the Lord's Supper, and that includes the washing of the feet. Twelve individuals come forward, representing not only the Twelve Apostles, but the entire Church community, and allow themselves to have their feet washed by Christ's humble servants, the priests.
It is my job (at the church where I work) to get 12 people to have this done. It's hard. Really. People don't want to do it. "My feet are ugly", "I have a tattoo that I don't want Father to see", "I don't like getting up in front of people".....(I am not making this stuff up). I was getting a little upset about this, until I remember that Peter threw sort of a hissy-fit about it too: "Lord, you will NEVER wash my feet." I guess Peter was thinking that Jesus was just too good to do that sort of job, a job usually relegated to a lowly servant.
However, I think this is also an issue of pride. Peter was not allowing himself to be…
Today's Gospel tells us that Judas is clearly identified as Christ's betrayer, while the others are distressed at the idea of betrayal. Jesus' response? The Son of Man indeed goes, as it is written of him....
Can you imagine how alone Judas felt? He knew what lay ahead, at least in part: that Christ would be arrested. Here was his friend, indeed his whole group of friends: men that he had traveled with, laughed with, cried with, the Man he had learned from....and Judas was willing to throw it all away, choosing to be alone.
And then there is Christ: the ultimate Alone-ness. No one person could do what was being asked of Him. He literally carries the weight of the whole world on His shoulders and there is no one around Him in whom He can confide, or share the load. It is His responsibility alone.
Find some time today to ask yourself: Am I choosing to be alone, or to be alone with Christ? Am I Judas, or will I remain? What alone-ness do I choose?
The Gospel today finds a couple of people compelled, moved, forced to act. First, Judas is compelled (for reasons we may never understand) to betray Christ, his Lord and Friend. Peter is compelled to tell Christ that he will never betray Him (and we know how that ends). Most importantly, and central to this Holy Week, is that Christ is compelled to carry out His mission - the mission of His Father: Now is the Son of Man glorified, and God is glorified in him.
What are you compelled to do? What is driving you in your life? Is it money? Is it fear? Is it love?
Maybe there is some "unfinished business" you can take care of today. It might be a small task, like getting that desk cleaned off or a closet restored to tidiness. Maybe there's a relationship that needs some mending, and you've been putting it off. Perhaps you need to change directions in a project, or in your life. Whatever it is, take your cue from Christ and compel yoursel…
In the Gospel today, Mary treats Jesus' with extravagent care: pouring out expensive, perfumed oil and carefully cleaning and wiping His feet with her hair - the very feet that, mere days from now, will be pierced with a nail and pinned to the Cross.
Those around Jesus are taken aback - especially Judas, who thinks this act is a waste of money.
The lesson here is that sometimes, we have to act extravagently. We have to take that last dollar and buy someone a flower. We scrape together the last bit of flour and sugar and bake a batch of cookies for someone down the street. We take time from our "to-do" list on a busy day to sit and listen to the lonely soul. We put aside our own crankiness and exhaustion to read one more story to the little person in our lives. None of this is a "waste", and this is Mary's lesson to us.
How can you act extravagently today? How can you perfume, anoint, and wipe the feet of Christ?
The irony may have been lost on the people at the time, the way it is lost on most of us today, but Jesus’ “triumphal entry” was not that of a General or a warrior. No, such men ride stallions. Jesus rode in on a donkey. This symbolized that Jesus came on a mission of peace. The donkey revealed Jesus to be a humble peasant on a peace mission, not a military warrior.
This donkey, this symbol of peace is important on several levels. The donkey is the animal that is often used to mock and ridicule others. The word “ass” is not a flattering one, we use it to ridicule people. As GK Chesterton wrote of the donkey, he is the “devil’s walking parody of four footed things.”
But, in the way that Jesus had of constantly turning everything upside down, Jesus rides in on a donkey for his triumphal entry and not only establishes this irony, but lifts up the lowly, in this case, the lowly donkey in the process. This donkey becomes the sacred thro…
My kids' friends know me as the "Religion Lady", or at least as an adult who can answer their many and varied questions about God, world religions, ethics, and the other burning topics of an adolescent mind. (I don't mean that sarcastically - these young people really do think about all these things, and have a hard time trying to find places that give them solid answers.)
Recently, one of Curly-Haired Daughter's friends wanted to take up the topic of abortion with me. He thinks abortion is necessary, if not good, and thinks that people who believe abortion is bad are really, really wrong. He wanted to get my take on it. It was a pretty long and involved conversation, and I give him great credit for sticking with it. He did hit a wall though, and I hope it is a point that stays with him.
One of the situations he posed to me was that a woman who takes drugs or drinks alcohol and becomes pregnant should abort the baby. The baby, after all, will suffer from th…
There are hundreds of thousands of people all over the world getting ready to join the Catholic Church this Easter. In my diocese alone, there are almost 600 people who are preparing for the sacraments. Please remember them in your prayers. It is an exciting time, nerve-wracking for many and for some, it leads to a break from family and friends who harbor prejudice against the Church. Your prayers will surely support the people who have made the choice to become members of the Universal Church.
I have never run a marathon, and God willing, never will. I don't run. Ever. Really, if I were being chased by a hungry bear, I'd probably just turn around and submit. I don't run.
And yet, there is Lent. That is a marathon, isn't it? And here I am, on mile 19, feet numb, lungs burning, with the thought of just simply quitting in the forefront of my mind. The water bottle has long since been discarded, the idea of victory no longer consoling, and I can't quite see the finish line.
So what keeps me going?
Easter keeps me going. I am literally limping through Lent at this point, only because I know the glory of Easter. I know the sights, smells, the music, the light, the food. I know the little girls in Easter dresses, the plastic eggs, the flowers. I know family and friends. I know the joy. I know the glory.
I know the Resurrection.
I know that no matter how dreary these last days of Lent are, how hard the fasting gets, how tired I am, that the Res…
Dark-Haired Daughter is in juvenile detention, where she's been for about 9 weeks. (It's a long story, and if you're really curious, I'll tell you, but it isn't really germane to this piece.) It was only supposed to be a 2 week stay, as the court ordered her into a treatment program. (She suffers from mental illness, and a whole host of "alphabet soup" diagnoses, plus she functions at about a 4th grade level intellectually.)
I've spent most of the last three weeks trying to get her moved. It was a combination of a baby social worker (why, in the name of all that is good, did they assign OUR family a baby social worker????), a legion of red tape, and several government agencies where no one answers their phone nor has a clear grasp of what their agency is allowed/supposed to do. It looks like it is finally going to happen in the next week or so.
Anyway, if you've got a kid in juvenile detention, you can go and visit twice a week, for an hour …
One thing I learned yesterday is that the young man I've been working with for the past few weeks is not just the really nice guy who checks to see if I want anything from the restaurant downstairs or makes jokes during a conference call but is also a documentary film maker and a terrific photographer.
My Spring Break has been spent working at my second job, and although it's been exhausting and tremendously challenging (damn Excel spreadsheets), I've been working on some really cool stuff.
We all are shaken when we see images of the desperately poor: people who literally live in and on garbage, no clean water, no access to education. We also know that, as a nation, we have been generous with aid to foreign countries for decades, and still see tremendous, grinding poverty. What's the answer? Is there a cure?
Some Lents are longer than others. I've had a few long Lents, and this one we are in the midst of now is long. Really long.
I gave up meat for Lent, which has proved to be not so difficult (except for that one day last week when I was craving a bacon cheeseburger.) However, as I mentioned before, Lent always finds us even when we think we've got our Lent nicely planned.
I spent most of this Lent wrangling with state officials and social workers, trying to get help for Dark-Haired Daughter, who suffers from mental illness and severe learning disabilities. One phone call got me transferred five times, and by the time I got to the fifth person (and having told my story five times), I still got nowhere. After much tenacious work and even more tenacious prayer, I got a positive answer and help for Daughter.
Then, on Sunday, an old back injury flared up. It happens about once or twice a year, and I have to go the emergency room, get shot full of pain killers and muscle relaxan…
Both Dolly Parton and Zac Brown Band have a song called "Jolene" - completely different songs, both terrific. Coincidence?
I am ready for Lent to be over, but not ready for Easter yet. What's that about?
I carry a genetic predisposition to hate the Yankees, but they still have th best uniforms.
Since the blind guy in today's Gospel clearly could not see that Jesus was using spit to create mud, I wonder what his reaction was when someone told him: "Buddy, really: he spit in the dirt and wiped that on your face. No lie."
It's in the thirties today, and raining/snowing. All of Michigan cries: "How long, O Lord?"
Wrapping up Geek Week. Given the response, I'll probably do it again in the future. I also decided to go back to the world of fiction for my final geek this week:
Schroeder has that single-mindedness that we geeks love: even a pretty girl throwing herself at him won't deter his drive to perfection. He's ascerbic, which we geeks appreciate, and the lack of a great instrument doesn't slow him down.
With the exception of Snoopy, I think most of the Peanuts cast could be featured as geeks, but Schroeder stands out for me.