A Reflection On Pope Francis Speech Before Congress.

I am just now beginning to reflect and put into words what I have taken away from Pope Francis’ visit to the United States.  What I would like to first write about is the Holy Father’s speech before the joint session of Congress.  I was floored by his references to four Americans; President Abraham Lincoln, Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr., Dorothy Day, and Thomas Merton.

Abraham LincolnGrowing up, the only thing I knew about Abraham Lincoln was that he led the country through the Civil War, and that he freed the slaves.  It was not until I watched Ken Burns’ documentary: “The Civil War,” that I came to appreciate the depth of Lincoln’s character, his determination, and his sacrifices.  When he began his presidency, he was not a fervent abolitionist.  He believed that if he could restrict slavery to the Deep South; keep it out of the new territories, it would die out from economic pressures.  When the Civil War began, his primary concern was to preserve the Union, even if it meant keeping slavery.  However, as the war continued, with the vast amount of blood spilled in the conflict, Lincoln came to realize that a higher cause needed to be recognize, the cause of freedom for all persons in America.  He expressed this higher cause in his Gettysburg Address, calling for “a new breath of freedom.”  It began with the Emancipation Proclamation, which freed the slaves in the Confederate States, and concluded with the passage of the Thirteenth Amendment, which ended slavery forever.

Martin Luther King, Jr.It was to further the cause of liberty that brought Martin Luther King, Jr., to take on the mantle of leadership of the Civil Rights Movement.  I grew up during those tumultuous years, and was somewhat aware of the importance of Reverend King, and the Movement.  My admiration for him grew, as I began to read biographies, and watch documentaries about him.  I remember watching a docudrama series about him when I was in seminary, which had an effect on me.  The last movie I saw about MLK, was the film “Selma.”  It was a film that brought home to me the sacrifices, the sufferings that those marchers experienced as they headed to Selma, Alabama.  Martin Luther King, Jr. indeed had a dream of liberty for all, a dream that would be fulfilled by nonviolent action.

Dorothy DayNonviolent action was part and parcel of Dorothy Day’s work.  I cannot exactly remember when I became aware of her story.  Dorothy Day always had a passion for justice for the poor and oppressed.  As young adult, she reported for various socialist newspapers, and was a suffragette.  As a young adult, she was known for living a bohemian life style; and having some love affairs.  One of these affairs resulted in a pregnancy, and an abortion.  Day believed that the abortion caused her to become sterile.  While living in New York, she entered into another relationship, this time with an anarchist.  She discovered that she was pregnant again; something about that realization caused her to experience a conversion.  She had her baby girl baptized, and then she herself was baptized into the Catholic faith.

Still very much the social activist, only now from a faith perspective; she, with Peter Maurin, founded the Catholic Worker Movement.  They published a newspaper, “Catholic Worker,” which had columns about worker rights, Catholic social teaching, and care for the poor.  Putting theory into practice, she organized “Houses of Hospitality,” where the poor and hungry could find a meal, and a comforting embrace.  I visited one such house in New York City, St. Joseph’s House, which is considered the unofficial headquarters of the movement.  I was in NYC, testing a vocation to the Franciscan Friars.  One of the friars had a connection with the House, and brought a group of us over for a visit.  Dorothy was in residence, but was ill and confined to her room, so we did not get to meet her.  We were given a copy of her autobiography.  After I read through it, I found myself looking for and reading many of her books (she was a prolific writer).  I would like to say that I was inspired to go out and volunteer at a soup kitchen, but that would be a lie.  I could make the excuse that there was a lack of opportunity; but the truth of the matter is that it would have been way out of my comfort zone.  I am trying to get out the box I find myself in; I try to provide financial support to St. Joseph House.  And I am trying to see the world through the lenses of Dorothy Day.

MertonFinally, Pope Francis mentioned the Trappist monk, Thomas Merton.  Born to an artist couple, he grew up in both United States and Europe.  He was baptized into the Church of England, though his family was not that religious.  He attended Cambridge University, but was not a very good student, living a very wild lifestyle.  He eventually found himself studying at Columbia University in New York City.  It was there that he himself had a conversion experience.  He received Catholic religious instruction, and was baptized.  He would later discern a call to the monastic life.  He entered the Trappist Abbey of Gethsemani, in Kentucky, USA.  He wrote an autobiographical book about his life, conversion, and the development of his spiritual life.  It became a best seller, and he became the most popular Catholic spiritual writer in the United States.  He also wrote about social justice issues, and anti-war and peace matters.  Later in his life, he explored what Eastern religions could teach Christians about meditation, contemplation, and the spiritual life.  He pursued dialogues with Eastern spiritual masters.

My encounter with Thomas Merton came during my seminary days.  Reading his books on prayer and contemplation, I discovered a desire for a more intense spiritual life.  Merton became one of my guides, especially through his journals.  Truth be told, it is still a struggle for me, even at this point in my life.  Issues of discipline, and a very active mind, (I call it the monkey mind, skittering from one thought to another!)

Two famous Americans, two Americans not so well known; but all four can a source of inspiration for all of us.  They can provide us with inspirations on how we as a country can live together, dialogue with each other, and serve one another.  And perhaps we as a country can live up to the expectations of our founders.

A Place of Solitude

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“There should be at least one room, or some corner, where no one will find you and disturb you.  You should be able to untether yourself from the world and set yourself free, losing all the fine strings and strands of tension that bind you, by sight, by sound, by thought, to the presence of other men.”  (Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation)

Thomas Merton was a Trappist monk of the Abbey of Gethsemane in Kentucky, who achieved fame as a spiritual writer.  His books were written in such a way, that many Catholic Christians could understand and strive for a deeper spiritual life.  To help one’s spiritual life along, Merton, along with spiritual writers before and after him, saw the need for some solitude.  Merton had his own hermitage, for many of us; it may be a room with a closed door or a secluded spot in a backyard.  We may find seclusion in a park, or even in a public library.  It may be found in a church, or on a beach.  It is just important to find a place where one can be still, both in body and mind.  In that stillness, one becomes open to the Presence of God.

Of course, this is easier said, than done!  When I try to sit quietly in a room, by myself, the more I try to quiet my mind, the more the monkey inside my head comes out to play.  Some Zen meditation practitioners speak of the monkey mind, which skitters from one thought to another.  One remedy is the practice of centering prayer, focusing on a one word mantra, like “Father,” or “Jesus”; repeating the word slowly, slowing your breath; when a thought pops up, acknowledge it, and let it go.  Another remedy is the Jesus Prayer; slowly repeating the prayer: “Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God, have mercy on us!”  Finally, there is reading Sacred Scripture, slowly, prayerfully, until a word or phrase suddenly strikes you, you begin to repeat the word or phrase over and over, reflecting on the word or phrase means for you.

The ultimate goal is to be still in mind and soul, to be open so that God can come in and touch us.  The experience can be intense, it can be mild; but each of us is called to be open to an encounter with our loving God.

Uncertainty in Life

“Hear me, Lord, and answer me,Question mark

for I am poor and oppressed.

Preserve my life, for I am loyal;

save your servant who trusts in you.

You are my God; pity me, Lord;

to you I call all the day.”

(Psalm 86: 1-3)

Uncertainty, it is a word that is definitely in the lexicon of any worker in the American workplace.  It is especially true for anyone who suddenly finds himself or herself laid off from the job, unemployed.  There was a time that the longer you were with a particular company or firm, the more certain you were that your position was reasonably safe.  In today’s business world, that is no longer the case.  Five years or nineteen years on the job, we all can find ourselves escorted out of the office, with our personal belongings in a box or bag.  We all can be standing on the street, wondering, what next?  We all can be struggling with the sudden loss of certainty in our lives.

I was laid off in January, 2015, and I have been on the job search since then.  I have been scanning the Web, looking at online job boards, filling out electronic job applications, and sending them out.  Checking my e-mail box daily, and hoping that the phone will ring; and so far there have been no hits.  I get dressed up and go to job fairs; I walk around scanning the tables.  If I am lucky, I might find one table that offers possible positions that match my knowledge and experience.  So I leave a resume, and hope for a call.  In the meantime, my wife and I are taking steps to reduce the draw on our resources.  So what our lifestyle will be in the future is also uncertain.

There can be so much uncertainty in one’s life, that it can wear a person down, and there are times that I can identify with the psalmist who the above words.  These are the times when I turn to prayer, to reflection on Scripture, reflecting on the beauty of God’s Creation, to let a little light in, and experience some hope, some peace; the peace that comes only from God.

Reflecting Again on Why I Write.

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Why do I write?  That is a very interesting question today, especially since I have been finding it to sit in front of a keyboard, or to pick up a pen.  It was not too long ago, that I would be posting on my blog every other day, if not every day.  I have a serious case of writer’s block, which is why I am trying out Writing 101.

Why do I want to write?  Because sometimes I feel have something to share with the rest of the world.  As a Christian Catholic, a Secular Franciscan, and a Deacon, I feel the need to share my experiences of my encounters with God through Scripture, the Eucharist, prayer, and life.  I want to share the Good News of Jesus Christ with a world that more skeptical, that is a little darker, more violent, and where the poor and powerless have no voice.  I want share the Good News with those who are struggling with the challenges of everyday life; by sharing my own struggles with living the faith daily.

I want to write about, and express my belief that the Catholic Church, this community of believers, is still relevant for our society today.  While not turning a blind eye to its sins and failings, to express the joys, comfort, and inspirations I have experienced for myself.  And I want to share my opinions with a voice that accepts others, whether they agree with me or not.

When I write, I hope I am becoming, like St. Francis of Assisi, a Herald of the Great King, Jesus Christ!

Brief Reflection – Twenty-Third Sunday of Ordinary Time, 2015

Mark 7: 33b-34 – “He put his finger into the man’s ears, and spitting, touched his tongue; then he looked up to heaven and groaned, and said to him, ‘Ephphatha! (that is, ‘Be opened!’)”  We need Jesus to help open our mind and heart to the power of his Spirit.  We need to be open to the experience of God’s love for each one of us.  But more than that, we need to open ourselves to others, to the Good News we have heard, and to share our experiences of God’s love at work in our lives.

Jesus and deaf mute man

Care for Creation – A Franciscan Perspective

Francis and Brother Sun

The Canticle of Brother Sun

Most high omnipotent good Lord,

Yours are the praises, the honor and all blessing.

To you alone, Most High, do they belong,

And no person is worthy to mention you.

Praise be you, my Lord, with all your creatures,

Especially Sir Brother Sun,

Who makes the day and through whom you give us light.

And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendor,

and bears the signification of you, Most High.

Praised be you, my Lord, for Brother Wind,

And for the air-cloudy and serene-and every kind of weather,

By which you give sustenance to your creatures.

Praised be you, my Lord, for Sister Water,

Which is very useful and humble and precious and chaste.

Praised be you, my Lord, for Brother Fire,

By whom you illumine the night,

And he is beautiful and cheerful and robust and strong.

Praise be you, my Lord, for our Sister Mother Earth,

Who sustains and governs us,

And produces various fruits with colored flowers and herbs.

Praised be you, m Lord, for those who give pardon for love of you

And bear infirmity and tribulation

Blessed are those who endure in peace,

For by you, Most High, they will be crowned.

Praised be you, my Lord, for our Sister Bodily Death

From whom no living man can escape.

Woe to those who die in mortal sin.

Blessed are those whom death will find in your most holy will,

For the second death shall do them no harm.

Praise and bless my Lord and give him thanks

And serve him with great humility.

(Translated by Fr. Regis Armstrong OFM CAP)

Franciscans Feeding the Hungry

From the very beginnings of the Franciscan Order, concern for the poor and the outcast has been an important ministry of the Friars, the Poor Clares, and the Secular Franciscans.  And this remains true today; the Franciscans Friars of St. Francis Church on W 31st St. in Manhattan, NYC, have provided food assistance for those who are homeless, and the poor who cannot leave their homes.

In 1930, duringSt Francis breadline Depression the depths of the Great Depression, the Franciscans started a breadline; distributing sandwiches and coffee to men who had no jobs, and no homesSt Francis breadline today.  The St. Francis Breadline continues today; every morning at 7:00 AM, the Friars and volunteers distribute sandwiches and fruit to the homeless.  They also give a listening ear, a handshake, and a hug to those individuals whom the rest of society has written off.

In recent times, the Friars have become aware of another group of individuals who need food assistance, those poor persons who may not have enough money to buy the food they need, and because of health issues cannot leave their homes to go to food pantries.  So they set up the program “Franciscans Deliver.”

Franciscans DeliverThey established a food pantry, and those in need contact them, and a grocery list is made up.  The Franciscans and volunteers fill the orders and deliver them to the individuals’ apartments.  Again, besides bringing groceries, the volunteers bring human contact, companionship; so that the shut-ins do not feel alone and abandoned.

There are many government and private programs that try to alleviate hunger in this country.  And they do serve many needy people.  But what I like about the Franciscan approach, is that they are not just addressing a physical hunger, but a social and spiritual hunger as well.

Night on Alvernia – The Friday Fictioneers

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Francisco walked through the trees of Mount Alvernia, alone with his thoughts.  His companions had withdrawn to their huts for prayer.  He grabs a branch and pulls himself up to a small ledge; he winces at the pain from the exertion.  He also feels the pain from the burden on his shoulders.  How will he govern so many brothers?  How will he continue to inspire them; so easy when there was only twelve of them?  He looks up and gazes on Sister Moon through the branches.  He feels a slight breeze; he raises his arms, “My God and my All!”

(Very late, I know!  I hope you enjoy it!)