Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Luke 6:20-29


 Iam a visual person. Whenever I read this gospel passage, I try to create a mental image of the scene when Jesus spoke these words. I try to imagine what the crowd looked like and what they did as He spoke. Where was he looking when he raised his eyes to disciples. Did the disciples return His gaze? Did Jesus’ body language imply that he was receiving the words he was sharing from above or was He speaking to them matter of factfully like we would talk with each other?

In the end this flight of imagination is largely pointless. His message is timeless and it is directed to us, right now today. We are the poor, the hungry, and the saddened but if we are not any of those we are hated.

Father Jack Peterson share on the Beatitudes:

Look at first beatitude which is the door to the others. It is the logical place to begin our efforts to dive deeply into the Gospel way of life. It describes an attitude that needs to govern the heart of the Christian believer. It shapes the whole way in which one approaches life. The first beatitude is, “Blessed are the poor, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”

The poor are those who are fully aware of their profound need for God in every dimension of their lives. They have come to peace with the reality that God is God, and they are not. They are convinced that everything good in life is completely free and flows from the generous hand of God. They trust, like a child, in the goodness of the Father and His desire to take care of His children.

The poor do not rely upon things or people for ultimate meaning or purpose in life, but rather rely upon the love and grace of Almighty God. They are quick to thank God and attribute their blessings and successes to Him. They are also quick to turn to Him when suffering and adversity come, knowing that He will provide strength and show the way through the darkness into the light. They think more about God and neighbor than about themselves, even in times of trial.

This radical reliance upon God that governs the heart of the Christian makes a person truly wise, strong and capable of great acts of love. To be poor is to be Christ-like.

Once God’s grace begins to penetrate our hearts and our lives and we start to become poor, then we will find it easier to understand and desire to live the other beatitudes as well. This realization creates a profound internal struggle.

Yesterday was the 11th year of remembrance of 9/11. How do we respond to the hate that resulted in the destruction of the Towers? How do we react to the renewed sense of rage that might overwhelm as we replay the vivid images of the Trade Center Towers shattering and collapsing?  We also have to measure our individual and personal actions in the years since against the call of the gospel to remember that we are blessed when we are hated for being Christian.

The Gospel says:

"Rejoice and leap for joy on that day!
Behold, your reward will be great in heaven…”

The message for me is that I am called to remember that I am, and we are, among the many called to live today with profound and persevering faith that God will recognize when we have tried to live as though we are poor and tried to remember the example of Jesus in how to respond to hatred.

Monday, September 10, 2012

To Sing A New Song

O sing a new song to the Lord,
sing to the Lord all the earth.
O sing to the Lord, bless his name.

Psalm 96


It has been exactly one year since I have uploaded anything to this blog. I have thought and prayed often the past year in an effort to find a reason why I was so suddenly struck silent after commenting on the 10 year anniversary of the tragedy of 9/11/2001. It was as if I had simply lost my voice. When I sat down to write the next entry, I could not type the first letter of the first word which is all I had ever needed to do in the past to get the words fluid. Instead I just sat impassively staring at the blinking cursor at the top of an otherwise blank page until I finally gave up and closed the document.

The silence could not just be the result of one thing. I had managed to overcome many barriers in the days and weeks prior to 9/11/2011 to get something down but suddenly there seemed to be so many things that got in my way.

It is not as though I was completely silent. I continued to write reflection and research papers for PFLM throughout the fall and winter. My weekly contribution to the prayer group continued on after I stopped writing the blog. In fact I began to study the scriptures we discussed each week so that I could offer more insight into the discussion rather than just showing up and offering up whatever came to mind. My attention to Liturgy of the Hours has continued without a break and I have continued to reflect and live in manner worthy of my vows as a Benedictine Oblate.

During the past year I have studied everything from Celtic Catholic Spirituality to Thomas Aquinas and my knowledge of our Catholic faith, history, doctrine and theology has leapt forward as if propelled by a rocket but my desire and ability to just sit and a reflect on something small simply faded away.

I will likely never know why silence fell upon me. It could have been rawness of emotion that I was immersed in as my family lived through a seeming endless tragic storyline that stilled my voice and stifled my ability to engage in simple introspection. Perhaps I simply needed a sabbatical, some quiet time to let the lessons piled on by the progression of days settle down so I could make some sense of them. May be in time I will be granted insight that I might be able to offer up but for now it is time to sing a new song to the Lord.

Today I sing a new song to him, a song of praise and thanks that through peaks and valleys of the past year His love for me has remained steadfast even if my faith and ability to sing out has not.

Let the heavens rejoice and earth be glad, let the sea and all within it thunder praise,
let the land and all it bears rejoice, all the trees of the wood shout for joy at the presence of the Lord for he comes, he comes to rule the earth.