Be a Bean

By now many of us has heard the inspirational story of eggs, potatoes, and coffee beans. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this story allow me to summarize it for you.

An egg, a potato, and some coffee beans are all put into some boiling water.

When the egg was placed into the water it was fragile. A thin shell was all that protected its liquid center. When it came out of the water it had become hard on the inside.

When the potato went into the water it was strong and hard but after a short while it softened and became easily mashed.

The coffee was unique. The coffee changed the water and created something new.

The moral of this story is that the adversities we face in life are like the boiling water. It will change us if we allow it to. Adversities can either make us hard or soft. Instead of allowing hard times to change us we can choose to change the times instead.

That lesson is very important but I think there is even a greater lesson to be learned from this story.

How did the coffee beans change the water?

We live in an age where civil discourse has gone the way of the rotary telephone and photo huts. He who screams the loudest for the longest period of time wins the argument. We try to change hearts and minds with threats, name calling, lies, demands, intolerance, and all other forms of verbal abuse and bullying. When that fails we protest, boycott, riot, loot, and destroy. We attempt to change hearts and minds in the same way the boiling water changes the egg and the potato.

The only thing the coffee beans did to change the water was to allow that which was good within them to come out. When the goodness inside the beans came out and entered the water it changed the water to something that was equally as good. This doesn’t happen in an instant. The beans had to sit in the water for a while. The longer the beans sat in the water the more the water became like the beans.

And so it should be with us as well. Don’t counter hate with hate or yelling with louder yelling. Instead allow the goodness within you to come out. Love conquers hate. Compassion counters hostility. Love and time can heal the wounds that run so deep between us.

When faced with the lack of civility that surrounds us remember the coffee bean and allow our goodness to conquer the hate.

Mrs. Pritzker

 I once had the pleasure of listening to a priest tell a story from his childhood. He told about growing up in the city where he and the other neighborhood boys would gather to play a game of stickball. It never failed that the ball would be hit over the fence into the yard belonging to Mrs. Pritzker. Mrs. Pritzker would torment the young boys and would keep the balls that would land in her yard. She was one of those people you would cross a busy street for just to avoid walking past her house. The boys loathed Mrs. Pritzker.

Later in life this boy would go on to discern the priesthood. He learned that we all are created in the image and likeness of God and that Jesus lives in every single person. One day at Mass when the priest elevated the host he saw the face of Mrs. Pritzker superimposed on the host. In his heart he heard the voice of Jesus.

“You say you love me. Do you love me even when I look like this?”

Do you hate another person? Do you hate Trump or Pelosi or anyone in our political circus? Are you holding a grudge against a family member or another person who you believe wronged you? Do you celebrate when someone gets theirs? These things bar the gates of heaven from being opened to you. Either you learn to let go of the hate and the grudges in this life or you will carry them over to the next life where you will spend as long as it takes in purgatory to do so. If you refuse to let go of the hate in your heart it will become an all consuming fire in hell.

Hate in this world is like shackles that bind us in slavery to the devil. It blinds us so that we cannot see Jesus in another. No one wants to hurt someone they love. It is easy to hurt those we hate. This is why we are called to love one another. We are called to be merciful. Scripture tells us that we will receive mercy in the same measure that we give mercy. If you want to receive the full measure of God’s mercy you have to begin by giving the full measure of your mercy. You must learn to let go of the hate and the grudges that keep us from loving freely as God does.

We cannot begin to solve the troubles of our society until we can look at one another through the eyes of love instead of hate. If we loved those who looked differently from us we wouldn’t treat them differently. If we looked upon all people with love we would not tolerate injustice to any of them. If we truly loved our neighbor we wouldn’t let things like race, religion, sexual preference, or the voting letter behind our names separate us into groups. The devil wants to separate us into groups and then pit those groups against one another. God wants us all to be one family putting the other before ourselves.

Can you put the needs of someone you despise before yourself? That is what God requires us to do.

“I give you a new command: Love one another. Just as I have loved you, you are also to love one another.” – John 3:34

The Parable of the Two Sons

 What is your opinion? That is the way Jesus begins our Gospel today. We all have our own opinions on what it means to be a disciple of Christ. We all hear the same Gospel and we all decide for ourselves how we put that into practice in our own lives. What we don’t have and what we have never had is Jesus standing up here giving us his opinion of our efforts.

The chief priests and elders also had their own opinions on what it meant to be in relationship with the one true God. Their opinions were based upon their education and their experience which led them to a strict dedication to the law, not the law maker. Unlike us, they did have Jesus standing before them. And as we heard he let them know in no uncertain terms what he thought of their efforts.

In his rabbinic style Jesus starts off with the parable of the two sons. The first eventually goes off and does as his father asks him to after he has a change of mind. The second says yes with his lips but then goes off and does as he pleases. Jesus is very critical of those who only say yes with their lips and refuse to change their minds. This was the point he was trying to make with this parable, the importance of changing one’s mind. The word used in Greek is metanoia and from that we get the word repentance. John the Baptist came preaching repentance. Jesus followed teaching that repentance is the only way to eternal life.

Imagine how that message was received by the chief priests and elders. No one would have been surprised if repentance were preached to just the tax collectors and prostitutes. But these were men who have studied the Law and had dedicated their entire lives to the practice of their faith. Now they were being told to change their minds; that sinners were getting into the kingdom of heaven before them. As the first reading goes, “That’s not fair.” But then, we don’t have a God of fairness. We have a God of love. Jesus didn’t come to say what made the people feel good, but what they needed to hear. Love is love even when it is hard to accept.

Jesus loved these people and he only wanted what was best for them. He didn’t tell them to stop what they were doing or to do something differently. He was simply trying to point out that even when they thought they were doing what God wanted that they not become complacent in doing it. He knew that in their complacency they began to exalt the law over the Law maker and to view the people around them as problems to be solved and not as people to be served. In doing this, love became a precept of the law and not the very heart and reason for it.

This parable is no easier for us to hear today. Still, Jesus is not here to tell us what makes us feel good but what we need to hear in order to have a deeper relationship with him. His voice echoes through the scriptures challenging us in our complacency, just as he challenged the chief priests and elders. This is not meant to be an insult to us, nor does it mean that everything we are doing is wrong. He is calling out to us through love alone.

In whatever we are doing, no matter how much we think we are doing what God wants, we must never grow self-satisfied or complacent. Rather, we must constantly resolve to never cease changing our minds, to never stop repenting, until that moment comes when we have the mind of Christ. Only then can we be one with him.

The Game of More.

Recently my wife bought a Nintendo Switch for the family to play with. One of the popular games out there right now is a game called Animal Crossing. In Animal Crossing you move to your very own island to live. The island is run by three raccoons. You are given a tent and allowed to pick a place to put it and start your new life. You spend your days gathering things from around the island and the sea and then sell those things to the raccoons for bells, the island form of currency. You can exchange these bells for the various things the raccoons sell. You can upgrade your tent to a house and then build rooms on your house, making it ever bigger. You also use the bells to buy stuff the raccoons sell. You fill your house with furniture, decorations,  toys, and the comforts of life. Everything comes with a price and you spend the game trying to make more and more bells to pay off your debts and buy as much as you can.

Sounds a lot like real life doesn’t it? And just like real life the game gets addicting quickly. The first day I played for fifteen minutes. The next was four hours straight. Time stands still as you run about gathering, selling, and buying things. Everyone in my family is addicted to playing and we fight for time to build our wealth. We all live on the same island together and find ourselves competing with each other to have the most or the nicest stuff.

Last night I looked at all of the stuff I had gathered in my house. I had a bed, some furniture, a freezer, and a variety of other things. Sitting there looking at it I realized that it really had no meaning in the game. I didn’t use any of it and my life on the island wasn’t affected one bit if I had the stuff or not. It doesn’t even matter if I had a house or not. I took every possession I had and sold it back to the raccoons. My bank account soared but I had no real purpose for the money either. There was nothing I had to buy to continue life on the island. Too bad there wasn’t a virtual charity I could donate it to.

And then I realized how I had been played by the devil with this seemingly harmless game that imitates real life. The point hidden in this game is that enough is never enough and there was always something bigger and better I could get if I worked for it. For example, you can fish and you can sell the fish you catch to the raccoons for bells. At first you catch little fish. Gradually they get bigger, making you want to fish more. Soon I was catching whale sharks and giant ocean sunfish. It instilled the desire to keep fishing to see what I would catch next.

That is exactly the temptation the devil presents us in real life. So many of us get caught up in the game of ‘more’. I need more; more money, more things, more sex, power, and influence. Like in the game, we trade our time for currency to get the things we thing we need. One of my favorite lines from a Jimmy Buffet song goes –

“Need is a relative thing these days
It borders on desire
The high tech world is full of bright
shiny things
We think that we really require”

– Tonight, I just need my guitar. Far Side of the World.

It has been said that you never see a U-Haul attached to a hearse. I don’t think it is said enough. We take nothing with us when we die. We go to a place that contains that which we built up for ourselves when we were alive. I may be judged in this world by the things I gather for myself. I will be judged in the next world by how much I gave away in this one.

Arthur Ashe once said,

                “From what we get, we can make a living. What we give; however, makes a life.”

A funny thing happened when I sold all my possessions back to Timmy and Tommy, the raccoon shop keepers. I suddenly lost all desire to play the game. I saw the game for what it truly was; a mindless distraction from doing the same thing in real life. I took a long look around my house and saw all of the things I have traded my time and my health to obtain. Things that seemed important at the time now sit in a corner covered in dust. I have three grown children who will one day tell people that their dad worked a lot and played with them a little. Hopefully my younger two will be able to say that in reverse. I want to be remembered as the dad who played with my children and worked only as hard enough to give them what they really needed in life. The love of a father is worth more than all of the Nintendo Switches of the world.

If by ridding myself to all of my possessions in the game broke the addiction to the game perhaps letting go of all the worthless stuff in my life will do the same there as well. There is only one way to find out. Is anyone interested in a vintage vibrating belt exercise machine from 1968?

I think Saint Francis may have been on to something.

God Wins, God Wins!

There once was a guy who has a huge Chicago Cubs fan. The strange thing about him was that he would never watch a live game. He taped every game. When he got home from work he would call his friend and ask, “Did the Cubs win today?” If the answer was no he deleted the game without watching it. If the answer was yes then he would pour himself an Old Style, plop down in his favorite recliner, and joyfully watch the game.

No matter how far behind the Cubs got the man was happy. He never cursed a bad play. He cheered for the opposing team when they did something well. He enjoyed the entire game because he knew what the outcome was before he even turned on his TV.

This is what a Christian should be like. I have read the end of the book. Spoiler alert – God wins in the end. Jesus has defeated death. It doesn’t matter what happens in this life because I know what awaits those who love the Lord. I can be joyful in the face of oppression. No one needs to be thought of as an enemy. There is no need for anxiety over anything. There is no need to worry about this culture, our society, or the direction it looks like the Church is going in some days. God wins in the end. This should be a source of great comfort and joy.

When I was in navy boot camp one of the things I feared the most was being mashed. MASH is an acronym for Make Any Sailor Hurt. If you messed up you brought down the wrath of your company commander. He would go get the company commanders from the other companies and they would harass you until you broke down. They would PT (physical training) you until you either passed out from exhaustion or puked.

I witnessed the mother of all mashing one day. I had a friend named Kevin Wood from Texas. He messed up and our company commander opened the entire can of mash on this poor fellow. He went and got three of his friends and the four company commanders went non-stop all at once on poor Kevin.

What was remarkable to all of us was as the four had him run in place holding all of his belongings in his arms, do pushups, flutter kicks, eight count body builders, and every assortment of physical torture they could devise Kevin was joyful. He was more than joyful. He was exuberant. He laughed the entire time. All that did was fuel the rage even more.

When the torture session was over and the company commanders left the company gathered around an exhausted Kevin, still with a wide smile on his face. We asked him why he laughed and brought even more punishment upon himself. He looked at us and said, “I knew that they would have to leave sometime and I would still be here. In the end I win.”

Again, this is the same attitude all Christians should have. We can be joyful in the face of opposition and persecution because we know heaven awaits us and it doesn’t matter what they do to us here on earth. Our time here is short compared to an eternity in heaven. Any sufferings we have in this life should be offered up to be united with the suffering of Jesus on the cross.

St. Paul tells us that he suffers on earth to make up for what is lacking in the crucifixion. What could possibly be lacking in the crucifixion of Christ? Our participation. We can suffer with Christ on the cross by bearing our sufferings here on earth in the same manner Jesus bore his. He prayed for those who tortured him. He asked for their forgiveness.

Do you pray for those who cause you hardship? Do you pray for those who are protesting, looting, and rioting? Do you ask God to forgive them for the evil things they are doing? Do you love those who scream and yell hateful things because of the political party you support? You should. That is what Jesus did. That is what he told us to do as well.

No matter how dark the day or the challenges you face be joyful in all things. We know the score at the end of the game. We know who flies the big blue W after the third out in the ninth inning.

Fish Eaters

There was a time when Catholics were known as the fish eaters because we ate fish every Friday. Why did Catholics always eat fish on Fridays? There is many a myth and conspiracy behind this but the truth is quite simple.

Christ was crucified on Good Friday and rose from the dead on Easter Sunday. Good Friday is a holy day of obligation for Catholics where they are required to fast and abstain. We are allowed only one full meal on that day and we are not allowed to eat meat. The nitty-gritty detail is that we cannot eat the flesh of a warm blooded animal. Fish are not warm blooded therefore they are ok to eat. Bugs and reptiles are also not warm blooded so they are always an option but, short of John the Baptist, not many people like eating bugs or reptiles. Fish it is then for Catholics.

To a Catholic, every Friday is Good Friday and every Sunday is Easter. We are called to do special penance on every Friday. The Church is called to be united in this penance and the penance the Church chose was abstinence. Catholics are required not to eat meat on Fridays.

But that requirement has been lifted and we can now eat meat on Fridays, right?

The Second Vatican Council simplified many of our Catholic laws and customs. It was recognized that there was an over emphasis on sin and sacrifice to the point it was bordering superstition. Many of the practices were rather involved and ridged and many people believed that breaking the Friday abstinence was a mortal sin that would lead you to hell when abstinence is really a pious act directing your heart to God. The requirement of abstinence on Fridays was changed to a requirement of doing penance on Fridays.

The unified penance we are supposed to do on Fridays is to sustain from eating meat whenever possible. If someone forgets and has bacon at breakfast or finds themselves in a situation where eating meat is prudent then that person has the ability to do some other additional form of penance instead. Of course people hear what they choose to so when the Church said that people no were longer required to abstain from eating meat on Fridays the part about doing another form of penance was drowned out by the cheers of the people. Today many Catholics believe they have no requirements they are obligated to observe on Fridays.

So does that mean that Catholics are no longer fish eaters? Like Peter, let us put our nets down into the deep and see what we come up with. The Greek name for fish (the New Testament was written in Greek) is Ichthys or ΙΧΘΥΣ. Ichthys is an acronym that stands for Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior.

·         Iota (i) is the first letter of Iēsous (Ἰησοῦς), Greek for "Jesus".

·         Chi (ch) is the first letter of Christos (Χριστός), Greek for "anointed" (of the Lord).

·         Theta (th) is the first letter of Theou (Θεοῦ), Greek for "God's", the genitive singular of Θεóς, Theos, Greek for "God".

·         Upsilon (y or u) is the first letter of (h)yios (Yἱός), Greek for "Son".

·         Sigma (s) is the first letter of sōtēr (Σωτήρ), Greek for "Savior".

Catholics believe that the Eucharist is the body, blood, soul, and divinity of Jesus and that we eat his body and blood when we receive the Eucharist. We eat Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior, which is the acronym for fish.

Catholics are still the fish eaters, only now instead of getting the name from abstaining from meat on Fridays (which we are still required to do) we are true fish eaters when we receive the Eucharist in Mass.

Praying for Death

How do you respond when someone wishes you a good morning?

A typical response from me is usually something like, “I woke up on the right side of the grass so it is a good start.” As I grow in my faith I find myself asking if this is really the start I am longing for in my day. If I truly believe in my heart what I profess with my mouth the best start to my day would be to awake from sleep to find myself on the path to heaven.

Night Prayer in the Liturgy of the Hours ends with –

                “May the all-powerful Lord grant us a restful night and a peaceful death.”

For many of us, the death we long for comes in our sleep, as an old man, surrounded by the smiling faces of our wives, children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. Peaceful, surrounded by those we love. I have come to realize that the request we make at the end of Night Prayer is one request, not two. Lord, please call me home to your side tonight while I sleep.

There is another saying many of us have heard. “Everyone wants to go to heaven. No one wants to go today.” Heaven is what we all long for as long as it comes a long way down the road. We all want to live full lives. For too many that is measured in the things we own, money we have, places we’ve been, and those we have influence over. Lives are measured in the material. Jesus, on the other hand, tells us that our lives are measured in the spiritual.

                “He who loves father or mother more than Me is not worthy of Me; and he who loves son or daughter more than Me is not worthy of Me. “And he who does not take his cross and follow after Me is not worthy of Me. “He who has found his life will lose it, and he who has lost his life for My sake will find it.” – Matthew 10: 37-39

Very difficult words for all of us to hear. If we choose anything over Jesus, even spouse or child, we are not worthy of life in heaven with Jesus. I have found a slightly different translation of this in the bible that no one disputes. It goes something like –

            “I am the LORD your God who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery.  ‘You shall have no other gods before Me.”

If that vaguely sounds like the First Commandment that is because it is.  God gave that Law to Moses, who delivered it to the tribes of Israel. Jesus, the Law incarnate, reiterates this Law to his disciples. Or as it later says in the book of Deuteronomy, I am to love the Lord, my God, with all my heart, all my soul, all my strength, and with all that I am.

When I wake each morning I find that God has not granted me that prayer I pray at the end of the Liturgy of the Hours, yet. There is a reason why he woke me on this side of heaven that I may never come to know. There is a purpose for me being here today. As I meditate on the reason why I woke on this side of heaven the answer that I keep circling around in my head to is a simple one.

                “Be a blessing to all today. Allow them to be a blessing to you.”

God woke me this morning so that I can see Christ in those I meet today and be Christ to them.  Admittedly, this is something I have gotten extremely good at failing at. If people are not seeing Christ in me what are they seeing? I hope the worst they see is indifference but, as my family can tell you better than anyone, far too often they see the devil.

And perhaps that is why I awoke here this morning. God has given me another opportunity to repent, put on the armor of light, and go be Christ to those who see me today. Only by the grace of God is that even possible.

"Lord, come into my heart. Fill me with the light of your love. Let your light burn out all the darkness within me. Make me a lantern to carry the light of your love to all those still in darkness. And when they gaze upon that light may they see only you through me."

Go and be a blessing to all you meet and allow them to be a blessing to you.

Playing Dress-up

Recently the United States College of Catholic Bishops Committee on Clergy, Consecrated Life, and Vocations highlighted the importance of the deacon in the life of the Church from their annual survey in a tweet. Someone commented that the Church needs more priests and not empty nesters who like to play dress-up. In a later comment he went on to say that there is no coincidence that priestly vocations have collapsed at the same time as permanent deacon vocations soared.

The vocation of deacon is vastly misunderstood by clergy and lay alike. Even many deacons seem not to understand who they have been called to become. The permanent diaconate, at least in the United States, is always changing. It is not really evolving in as much as it is becoming better understood. The Church is two thousand years old and clarity comes to it over centuries, not years. The permanent diaconate in the United States was only restored in 1968. In Church time it is still in its infancy.

To understand why the deacon is important to the life of the Church we have to understand their two fold ministries of service and liturgy. Before we talk about the deacon let us start by understanding the role of the priest. Why do we have priests?

Jesus called the Twelve and bestowed his authority on them. They were the first bishops. As the Church grew the Twelve could not be everywhere at once. They ordained additional bishops to manage the new Churches, which became localities, which became what we know as dioceses. The bishop is the ordinary minister in his diocese. He is responsible for every soul residing in his diocese, Catholic or otherwise. His job is to offer sacrifice and prayer for all of the people.

A bishop cannot be in every parish in his diocese at once. Priests are the bishops’ stand ins in the parishes. Priests offer sacrifice and prayer on the behalf of the bishop in their parish. This is their primary ministry.

Bishops are also responsible for the wellbeing of the people living in his diocese. The original bishops found out early that they could not look after the well being of their flock and offer sacrifice and prayer at the same time. There just are not enough hours in the day to do it all. They ordained the first deacons as ministers of service. They were to look after the day to day needs of the people while the bishops offered sacrifice and prayer.

Deacons are ordained primarily as the agents of charity for the bishops. They are ordained so that they may receive ordinational graces to strengthen them in this ministry. Serving those on the peripheries is not an easy thing to do. To bring Christ and be Christ to those in most need can be both emotionally and physically taxing. Ordinational grace strengthens the deacon to go forth and do that which Jesus calls him to do. Without the deacon the responsibility for the well being for the people of the parish falls to the priest who is already overburdened with things besides sacrifice and prayer. The first bishops learned quickly that they could not do both at the level both required. The priest is supposed to take care of the people’s spiritual needs whereas the deacon attends to their physical needs.

The deacon has a secondary ministry when it comes to the liturgy. The deacon is the ordinary minister of the Gospel, not the priest or the bishop, even if it is the bishop of Rome, the Pope. When a deacon is present at a Mass it is his duty to proclaim the Gospel. The deacon is also the ordinary minister of the chalice. In a Mass where the host is being distributed under both species it is the deacon who distributes the blood of Christ. The secondary responsibility of the deacon in liturgy is to assist the priest wherever he needs assistance. In the Church one retains all of the authority to do the ministries below the one they are in. If there is no lector the deacon becomes the lector. If there are no altar servers the deacon becomes the altar server. If there is no deacon the priest becomes the deacon.

There is a theological purpose to the deacon in liturgy that is seemingly unknown to just about everybody. To understand it we have to realize what the Mass actually is in reality. The Church teaches that the Mass is a re-presentation of Jesus’ sacrifice on Calvary.  It is not a recreation. It is not a remembrance.  The Mass, in every respect, is a time machine that transports us to the foot of the cross on Calvary. We become physically present at Jesus crucifixion. To maintain our sanity our eyes are veiled from seeing the supernatural world that surrounds us. Every Mass, no matter how large or small, is part of the one true Mass offered once forever in heaven.

The ordinary minister responsible for offering the Mass for the people in his diocese is the bishop. Because the bishop cannot be present in every parish for every Mass the priest acts as his stand in. In this world the bishop himself is also a stand in. The bishop stands in for Jesus who is offering the sacrifice of the Mass, which is his body, blood, soul, and divinity. We say that the bishop/priest acts in Persona Christi, or in the person of Christ.

If we were to lift the veil on the supernatural and see the actual Mass we are a part of we would see angels to the right and left and surrounding Jesus at the altar. In our reality the deacon is the stand in for the angels. A Mass without deacons is a Mass without the visual representation of the angels. When a priest chooses not to use the deacon at Mass because he does not feel they are needed he is robbing the faithful of the fullness of what the Mass truly is. It does not matter if it is just a private Mass at which there is only one priest and one deacon or our highest solemnity, the presence of the deacon makes visible the angels who are only visible through supernatural vision.

It is true that the bishop/priest is the only one who can bring life into the Church. They are the only ones Jesus has given his authority to consecrate the host and unless we eat of the flesh of Jesus we will have no life within us. No priest, no Eucharist; no Eucharist no life. The bishop/priest is also the only one who can act as a conduit for the forgiveness of sin. Again, no priest, no absolution of sin; no absolution of sin, no life. The bishop/priest cannot be replaced. But, just as a car engine cannot run long without oil, the Church cannot run long without her deacons. This is the reason the permanent diaconate was restored in 1968, has flourished, and continues to grow throughout the world today. It wasn’t to give a bunch of old, empty nesters a chance to play dress-up.

Believing is seeing

“One who has seen God has, in the act of seeing, gained all that is counted good: life without end, everlasting freedom from decay, undying happiness, a kingdom that has no end, lasting joy, true light, a voice to sing pleasingly in the spirit, unapproachable glory, perpetual rejoicing, in a word, the totality of blessing.” - From a homily of Saint Gregory of Nyssa, bishop

What do you see? What do you truly see? Is this Jesus, body, blood, soul, and divinity or is it merely a piece of bread? The Catholic faith teaches that this is truly Jesus, as real as if he were standing before us on his own two feet. Jesus has made it possible for us to look upon the face of God on this earth without the fear of death. In the act of seeing we have gained all that is counted good. But Jesus does not stop at just allowing us to see him. Jesus has made it possible for us to take him into ourselves in the most intimate form of communion possible. Holy Communion, for a Catholic, is not just sharing a meal with each other in a remembrance of an act that happened long ago. Holy Communion starts by seeing the face of God and continues when we ask him to dwell within us when we receive the Eucharist.

I cannot think of a single thing that is closer to heaven on this earth. There is nothing greater I can give my life for. There is nothing I can receive that comes close to the gift of self from the King of heaven, God in the flesh.

Why is it then that attendance at Mass has been in decline for decades? Why is it then that so many have not returned after being relieved of their obligation to attend Mass because of the pandemic? Could it be that people only see bread being elevated by the priests? Could it be that people only see corruption and abuse in the priesthood? When asked why people leave the Church you will hear a plethora of answers. I don’t like the music. I don’t like the priest or the way he preaches. I don’t like the rules imposed or the Church’s opinion on this or that. I have even heard someone say that they no longer believe in God.

Jesus entered the world as a naked, vulnerable, innocent baby. Jesus left this world a naked, vulnerable, innocent King. He returns to us in what see as bread, just as naked, innocent, and vulnerable. Belief resides in the heart, not the head. It is belief in the heart that allows the eyes to see that which is true.

When you look upon the Eucharist what do you see? If it is anything but God in the flesh pray that God will enter your heart and fill you with his presence,  that in believing you might see, and that in seeing you may receive all things considered good.

The Person, not the Label

One sunny Sunday afternoon a family went to have a picnic in the park. They set out the table cloth, sandwiches, and potato salad. Everyone had their favorite beverage. As they bowed their heads to give thanks little Lilly snuck a peek to see what everyone was doing. Mommy and daddy had their heads down, eyes closed in prayer. Her brother was fiddling about, anxious to dig into the baked beans. Then Lilly looked past her dad. On a park bench, not too far away, sat a disheveled, homeless man.

When the prayer had finished Lilly looked up at her father.

“Daddy, today in Church we heard Jesus tell us that we should feed the hungry,” Lilly said in an innocent voice.

“That we did,” Her father said with an inquisitive look.

“Well,” she continued, “that man over there looks hungry. Wouldn’t Jesus want us to love him enough to give him one of our sandwiches?”

Lilly’s father’s heart began to melt to think that a five year old not only listed in Church but wanted to do what the Gospel said. He was about to respond when a thought came to him. He sat for a moment and then began to shake his head.

“No pumpkin, taking that man a sandwich wouldn’t be the loving thing to do,” he said.

“It’s not?” Lilly asked.

“That isn’t love. That is kindness. The loving thing to do is to ask him to join us on our picnic. He needs our friendship more than he needs our food.”

Lilly and her father got up from the table and asked the man to join them for a meal.

Our world and especially out country is hurting badly right now. The horrific action of one man and the inaction of three others has plunged the entire country into anger filled chaos and violence. The death of George Floyd is indeed horrific, but then again every death is. It does not matter if that life is white, black, brown, red, or yellow. It does not matter if it is Christian, pagan, or atheist. It does not matter if straight, gay, or trans. And it does not matter if it is born or still in the womb.  Every person is made in the image and likeness of God and all human life is sacred.

Every horrific crime committed against a human being has begun when the dignity of the individual is ignored and they are seen as something other than human. George Floyd was not seen as a man. He was seen as a color. He was seen as not having the same dignity as other men because of that color and because he was not the same he could be treated unjustly.

America, not just black America, has a duty and a responsibility to be angry with what happened to George Floyd. This country was founded on the belief that all men are created equal. We have yet to fully live up to that founding principle. Protests will not change anyone’s heart. Riots and violence only further set it to stone. What good is there in calling attention to a wrong if by the way you do so only makes people want to ignore you and tune you out?

We will never begin to end racism until we can restore that which has been lost, the dignity of the person. We live in a culture of death. We kill our children before they are given a chance to live. We lock up the troubled youth who know no other way but crime. We encourage euthanasia for our elderly when they are all used up so they do not become a burden. People are treated as trash and discarded.

Until the dignity of every person is recognized and restored we can never take steps to end hate. The first step to restoring dignity is to focus on the person and not the label. George Floyd was a man who was black. He was not a black. If he were treated with the dignity due every man he would no doubt be alive today. The police are not the enemy. Most are hardworking men and women who have sworn an oath to put your life before theirs. There are bad people in every group. That is just human nature.

When you look at another person what is the first thing you see? Do you see the color of their skin? Do you see the condition of their clothes? Do you focus on the physical attributes? We all should be seeking to see Jesus in that person first. Do I see the black, homeless man or do I see Jesus in need of ministering? Do I allow my heart to hate, my hand to extend kindness, or do I pour out love to him?

The choice is yours to make.

Where is your faith?

Jesus Stills the Sea

     “ Now on one of those days Jesus and His disciples got into a boat, and He said to them, “Let us go over to the other side of the lake.” So they launched out. But as they were sailing along He fell asleep; and a fierce gale of wind descended on the lake, and they began to be swamped and to be in danger. They came to Jesus and woke Him up, saying, “Master, Master, we are perishing!” And He got up and rebuked the wind and the surging waves, and they stopped, and it became calm. And He said to them, “Where is your faith?” They were fearful and amazed, saying to one another, “Who then is this, that He commands even the winds and the water, and they obey Him?”



There is an African proverb that says, “Fair seas do not make skillful sailors.” To this I give witness. In September of 1989 my ship was returning home from South Korea. We were trying to avoid two typhoons that were raging in the north Pacific. Then the big earthquake hit San Francisco and the Admiral in charge of our fleet decided that we had to get back to California as quickly as we could. That course sent us straight through one of the typhoons. For the next two weeks my ship, small by Navy standards, was tossed about by thirty foot plus waves and gale force winds. We did nothing less than forty degree rolls each side of center. We would ride up on one wave only to dive below the next. We could not eat, sleep, or shower. All we could do is hang on for nature’s roller coaster ride. I know the fear the Disciples had first hand. Fair seas do not make skillful sailors. They make sailors who know and respect the power of water.


We live in very interesting times. The Church through the centuries has seen its share of persecution, hardship, and scandal. If the Church is a boat and the world the ocean how can we not come to expect the storms? Indeed, if turbulent seas truly make skillful sailors, how can we not desire the storms? Trials for both the Church and our personal lives is the soil in which our faith can grow strong and bear great fruit. That is, only if we do not abandon ship.


We need to remember that Jesus is on the ship, his bride, the Church. Even when he is peacefully sleeping he would never let his ship capsize and sink. If we are on that ship we can rest assured that the ship will never fail us. The opposite is unfortunately not as true. Turbulent seas wash sailors overboard all of the time. If the watches are on the top of their game these sailors can be recovered from the ocean and saved. If a sailor goes overboard in the dead of the night they are almost always lost forever. If a sailor cannot swim and goes overboard they almost always drown. You would be amazed at the number of sailors that cannot swim. 


There are others who have forgotten that Jesus is on the boat, sleeping below deck. They see the boat as lost and sinking and have decided that their lives are in their own hands. They have abandon the ship and set off in life rafts. They have been joined by many who have found dislike in something on the boat, be that the food, their bunks, the sailor at the helm, or even the course and direction the ship is sailing. The life rafts look more promising, each offering something different. When one life raft does not provide what is desired they can swim to the next.


What we must remember is that Christ is on the boat. He is the Captain. The boat goes where he desires it to on the course he commands. If that is straight through the typhoon it is because he wishes us to become the most skillful sailors we are capable of being. He always has the power to rebuke the wind and the surging waves. When he did so for the Disciples he asked them where their faith was. This is the same question he asks each one of us. When we are amid turbulent seas do we fear for our lives or do we trust in Jesus? Do we set out in life rafts or hold dear to the rails on the ship? 


Prayer and fasting are the tools old salts use to weather any sea. Mass is the life preserver that keeps us afloat for it is where Jesus makes himself physically visible to us on the boat. We not only see our Savior but we can commune with him in the most intimate fashion possible. Just as the boat had no fear of sinking in the storm so too do we have no real fear when the One who has the power to control the seas is dwelling within us.


As for me and many of my shipmates, we have never had a better night’s sleep than we did during those weeks we spent being thrown about by the typhoon. When you do not fear be lost at sea the ride can become quite fun if you let it. 

Woman, why are you weeping?

“When she had said this, she turned around and saw Jesus there,
but did not know it was Jesus.
Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping?
Whom are you looking for?”
She thought it was the gardener and said to him,
“Sir, if you carried him away,
tell me where you laid him,
and I will take him.” – John 20: 14&15

On Holy Thursday we are told in the Gospel of John that Jesus’ Passion began when he went to a garden in the east to pray. The garden the scripture speaks of is physically the Garden of Gethsemane. Spiritually it is the Garden of Eden.



On Easter Sunday Mary of Magdalene went to the tomb to anoint the body of Jesus. She found an empty tomb and began to weep because she thought they had taken the body away. Mary was approached by our risen Lord and he asked why she was weeping.  Mary thought Jesus was the gardener.  

“Then the Lord God took the man and put him into the garden of Eden to cultivate it and keep it.” – Genesis 2:15

Adam was the first gardener. God put Adam in charge of all creation and gave him the job of caring for it. Adam failed and death came into the world. Jesus’ glory undid the failings of Adam and restored life. His sacrifice unlocked paradise for all humanity who love him. Jesus has become the new Adam. As the new Adam he has also become the new gardener. Mary was not wrong when she thought she was speaking to the gardener. She was. With the veil removed Mary could see Jesus for who he truly is for the first time – the master of all creation.



Death came into the world through a garden when a woman selfishly took the fruit off of the tree of life for herself. Salvation came into the world through a garden when a woman selflessly took the fruit of her womb and placed it back upon the tree of life for all humanity.



My heart is full because the tomb is empty.

Home Churches

The first Christians were Jewish. They were considered a new Jewish sect that believed that Jesus was the promised Messiah. They worshipped in the temple in the way they were accustomed. Their insistence in preaching the risen Christ got them into trouble with the ruling class and they were eventually kicked out of the temple. Out of necessity they setup home churches so they could continue their worship of God.


After Constantine made Christianity legal in 312AD Christians no longer had to hide in the shadows. Private home churches and hidden worship in the catacombs could now be done in the public square. Church became the place you went for Sunday worship. As this became the norm home churches fell out of fashion and pretty much ceased to exist in the way they used to.


Fast forward two-thousand years. In the name of public safety, in order to combat the spread of the Corona virus, we have closed our churches to public worship. On one hand I fully understand and support this action. No one wants to see anyone get sick and no one wants anyone to die when they don’t have to. At the same time the theological side of my nature is going nuts. Before all of this began there were Catholics still holding their Masses in the “catacombs” because being Catholic in some parts of this world still will earn you a martyr’s crown. People face very real and possible torture and death when they gather to worship. Others are killed over nothing more than the suspicion they are Christian.


In other parts of the world, places that offer a Catholic Mass are few and far between. It is not unheard of for people to have to walk eight or ten miles, through all types of weather, facing dismemberment and death from both nature and man, just to give praise and worship to God. They do this even though the Eucharist many times cannot be present. You would think these people would be depressed or angry at having to endure this, yet, they are among the most joyful and joyous people in our faith.


Meanwhile, here in America we are hunkered down in our bunkers, sheltering in place, trying not to catch a virus that, at the moment, appears to be more hype than reality. Yes, it is a serious thing we need to take seriously but when I look to my fellow Catholics who are literally risking their lives just by being Catholic I feel more than just a little guilty. I know too many people who rejoice in having their Sunday obligation lifted for the time being. Prayer and worship have become an afterthought. It is like we have taken a vacation from Jesus during our most holy season. I know the devil is just laughing up a storm right now. Wow, is that all it takes to get people to walk away from Jesus and each other; the fear that they may get sick and possibly die however unlikely? So much for the oath we take to live our lives for Jesus and die for him if necessary every time we receive him in the Eucharist.


The Lord’s Prayer has a bit of a sting for me at the moment when I say the words, “And lead us not into temptation.” This passage means, “Do not lead me to the test.” What test? Do I deny Christ three times and run from him in the garden when danger presents itself or do I stand with him and face whatever trial comes my way? How many of us will listen to the Passion narratives this week and think to ourselves, “I would never abandon Jesus the way his apostles did,” while we are sheltering in the safety of our own homes?


The Church provides.


Many of our priests have used the current times to embrace technology as to bring Jesus to us in the only way they are permitted to do right now. Many parishes are live streaming their Masses. Eucharistic Adoration, Rosaries, and other devotions are available 24-7 from anywhere in the world with internet access. We now have drive-thru confessions that can be done from the safety of our cars. The Most Reverend David Malloy, Bishop of the Rockford Diocese, will be televising Easter Mass from the Cathedral this Easter Sunday. He will be doing so alone with only a cameraman present. My pastor, the Reverend Ervin Caliente, spent Palm Sunday going from house to house with the Blessed Sacrament and a statue of Our Lady of Fatima giving house blessings from a distance. Thanks be to God!


The first Christians started home churches out of necessity. Out of necessity we have returned to the home church. This time we can do so while staying connected to our parishes, Cathedrals, and Holy Church in Rome. We are deprived from receiving the body, blood, humanity and divinity of our Lord in the form of the Eucharist but that should fuel a growing hunger for him that is the Bread of Life. Oh what a joyous celebration that first Mass will be when we are allowed to gather as a people of God again.

It's the End of the World as We Know It

“Team by team, reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped
Look at that low plane, fine, then
Uh oh, overflow, population, common group
But it'll do, save yourself, serve yourself
World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed
Tell me with the Rapture and the reverent in the right, right
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight, bright light
Feeling pretty psyched

It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine”

R.E.M, 1987

I was talking to a fundamentalist friend the other day. He said, “It sure feels like the apocalypse but there are so many things that have to happen first.” Of course he was referring to the “prophecies” in the Book of Revelations in the Bible. It can’t really be the end of the world because the mighty horns have not blown, the seals have not been broken, and the horsemen have not yet appeared.


But many people are feeling this way right now. That has a lot to do with the fact that there has been nothing like this pandemic happening in living memory except with those who are the most aged. We have forgotten about the flu pandemic of 1968 that killed a million people worldwide. We have forgotten about the Asian flu pandemic of the late fifties that killed over two million people. Just one hundred years ago a flu pandemic killed between twenty to fifty million people. What we are experiencing today is nothing new; it is just new to us. We are frightened because we have never had to face this type of trial before.


But my friend’s words hit a chord in me. This can’t be the end because it clearly states in the Bible exactly what will happen and we don’t see it so it isn’t that. It made me think of my Jewish brethren. Truth be told, when it is all boiled down to the lowest common denominator the only thing that separates the Jewish people from the Catholics is one word – back. Jews are looking for the Messiah to come. Catholics are looking for the Messiah to come back.


Jews who fail to recognize Jesus as the promised one, the Messiah, do so solely because they have a hard set idea of exactly what the Messiah will look like and what he will do. He will come, re-establish the Kingdom of David as the head of the nations, and he will die. They still can’t eat shrimp. Because they have a preconceived notion of what this will look like they to refuse to see that Jesus did exactly that very thing. Christians would add to the Jewish expectation – and rise from the dead. And, oh, we can now eat shrimp.


There are so many ways that the Christians of our age have become like the Pharisees of old. We argue over the letter of the Law instead of living in the Spirit of the Law. We debate every jot and tittle according to our own perceptions, understandings, or beliefs regardless of whether they are in accord with the teaching of the only one to whom all authority has been given. We fail to see Christ in all creation because we have blinded ourselves to seeing Christ as only as he appears in those pictures hanging in our churches and homes.


Many of us read parts of our Bibles as if they are recipe books. This will happen, then that will happen, and then we will get XYZ. But we are not given prophecy so we can know the future. We are given prophecy so that when it happens we might believe. Prophecy is not an early warning system for pending doom. I need not worry about the state of my soul because I have not heard the first horn blast from heaven announcing the end days.


Despite the beliefs of our non-Catholic Christian friends we should always be worried about the state of our souls. The Bible assures us that no one can snatch us out of God’s hand. But that does not mean we cannot jump out on our own accord. God respects our free will and if we wish to jump from his loving embrace he won’t stop us. That is exactly what sin is; voluntarily separating ourselves from God. Once saved is not always saved on this side of heaven. If we choose to renounce our salvation and separate ourselves from God, God will respect our choice and be saddened by it.


Loving God with our whole heart, with our whole mind, with our whole strength, and with our entire being does not stop us from screwing up. We’re human after all. But this is why God has given us the Sacrament of Reconciliation and penance. We can say we are sorry for what we have done wrong, be forgiven for it, and make restitution for the damage we have done.


For a person living in a state of grace there is no need to fear a pandemic. There no need to fear any trial or hardship. There is no need to fear the end of the world as we know it. In fact it should be something we are in joyful anticipation of arriving. Christmas Eve is the destruction of this world and Christmas morning is walking with God in paradise. More appropriately, Good Friday is the death of this world and Easter Sunday is the resurrection as a glorified creation in heaven. Now that is something to hope for and not to be in dread of.