Saturday, March 21, 2015

Lesson 1: Courage

Scripture Passage

Matthew 1

Now this is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about. When his mother Mary was betrothed to Joseph, but before they lived together, she was found with child through the holy Spirit. Joseph her husband, since he was a righteous man, yet unwilling to expose her to shame, decided to divorce her quietly. Such was his intention when, behold, the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary your wife into your home. For it is through the holy Spirit that this child has been conceived in her.She will bear a son and you are to name him Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.” All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet: “Behold, the virgin shall be with child and bear a son, and they shall name him Emmanuel,” which means “God is with us.”When Joseph awoke, he did as the angel of the Lord had commanded him and took his wife into his home.He had no relations with her until she bore a son, and he named him Jesus.

Learning Point

“Do not be afraid.” How often do we hear these words from God throughout revealed scripture? I suspect the answer is at least 365 because my grandmother had a book of daily reflections which featured a different example of God telling us to not be afraid. In this instance the words are spoken to Joseph by an angel. 

When we think of the papacy of St. John Paul the first thing which comes was his continuous consolation to not be afraid. As fathers it is easy to succumb to fear, to let it distract us when we need to be brave. We either are or will become the fathers of ordinary human children who will likely never be faced with violent death, persecution or charted to live a life of adversity as was typical in the world at the time of Jesus. We know the story ends with the saving mission of Jesus. All Joseph could do was to listen to the words of the angel and not be afraid. Having courage is what allowed Joseph to carry out his mission. 

We also need courage to live up to our calling as fathers. 

Friday, March 20, 2015



Angels, Dreams and Fatherhood

Lessons to learn from St. Joseph


Joseph is often referred to as at the “greatest saint.” We should ask how he earned that honor. He was not a great missionary like St. Paul or a great evangelist like St. Peter. He was not learned or educated so he was not the source of theological wisdom like St. Augustine. He was, instead, a simple, ordinary, hard working man who loved his family and cared for the infant Jesus as if Jesus was his biological son.  His ordinariness, however, only extended so far. Rather than turn his back on Mary when he learned of her pregnancy, he stepped up to be a husband to Mary and a father to the most important human ever born, a child who would grow up to the world around him upside down. If word Joseph was not the father of Mary’s child were to be revealed not only was Mary at risk for violating of the moral code of the time, Joseph’s standing in the community, and maybe his life, was endangered as well.

The greatness of Joseph does not come from the many things he was not but, rather, from what he was that was – a very humble man. There is a great deal we can learn from Joseph about being simple, ordinary and human fathers ourselves. Today we will explore some of the ways we can seek to be more like Joseph

To set the stage we should begin by considering how we individually define fatherhood for ourselves individually. Join me in some reflections on the issue by asking some questions of ourselves.

What were your first thoughts about fatherhood, thoughts that might have first revealed to you, perhaps even as far back as when you were a child yourself?

I remember wondering if I would ever become a father. My own father died suddenly when I was 11 so closest role models I had as I entered young adulthood were my uncles and grandfathers. All were great man who loved me and guided me well but they were not my father. At the end of the day they always when back to their home at night.

We are never certain about our destiny as we to try look into the opaqueness of dimly light future. I am sure I was not the only one of us to question the future. Would I marry? Would I have children? Would I have boys or girls? How many children would my as yet unknown wife and I have together? What would our children be like?

My journey to fatherhood was not easy. While I met my wife while we still in our teens and quickly formed a life bond, having children proved to be difficult, frustrating and filled with tragedy and even hopelessness. In the end, however, we became parents and I became a father. That was just the beginning of it for me just as it was for each of us who proudly call ourselves fathers. You see once become a father, you will be a father for all of the rest of your days both here on earth and beyond the pale in heaven. What is done cannot be undone. For that I am grateful to God.

Just as Joseph dreamed, I dreamed about fatherhood; but not just while I was asleep but while I was awake. Like many, I wanted to be a father in ways I can’t even begin to explain. To imagine a future life while awake is called a day dream but it still a dream like any other. Clarity and direction can come from both dreams and day dreams but only if we listen for the soft voice of the Lord who wants to be part of our life and guide our feet on to a path of light.

Even now at time when my sons have grown into their twenties, my dreams and day dreams continue on as before. Will they marry? Will they have children? All of the same questions I had for myself I now have for them. I believe this also true for all of us. This shared connection is part of our humanity. God wired us that way.

What about our dreams and day dreams? How do they compare to the dreams of Joseph? Do our dreams inspire us to be selfless like Joseph or are we self centered about what we want for our children without considering what God’s will might be for them?


It is time to explore the lessons we can learn from Joseph. Maybe we can change our dreams.



Thursday, March 19, 2015


The last day of winter: Psalm 15


We walked together, the three of us, Lori, Oakley and me for a short distance. We climbed up the mountain south of house until Oakley got tuckered out and started to stop and smell what must have been very interesting odors. 

Leaving them behind, I continued up the hill while Lori and Oakley turned toward home. As I huffed and puffed up the switch backs, I felt a nagging sadness that Oakley can no longer hike with us to the top of Lime Kiln. We are clearly in her last weeks as age and chronic kidney disease taking their toll on her. She has survived the winter but this will surely be her last spring.

The air cooled and the wind stiffened as I climbed but as I broke into the open ridge near the top, the chill softened and the bite eased into soft breath as I moved out the shadows into the sun that had not yet settled down behind Mount Helena. The melancholy which had pulled at me eased into gratitude for the stunning panorama of city before and below me which spread out and up into the mountains that ring the valley.

Winter is a time of rest that wrestle with death for survival. Spring is time of activity which embraces life. The biting winter winds of just two days ago had become Ruah, the breath of God, the Holy Spirit the harbinger of the promise of spring which will arrive with the dawn.

I found a seat on a rock cairn at the very top of mountain which offered a view from southwest, to west, around to North, to the east and finally the southeast. After reflecting on the immensity of the world in front of me, I entered into Evening Prayer.

The first Psalm was number 15 which begins:


Lord, who shall be admitted to your tent

and dwell on your holy mountain?
he who acts with justice
and speaks the truth from his heart;
he who does not slander with his tongue;
who casts no slur on his neighbor,
who holds the godless in disdain,
but honors those who fear the Lord;



The question was perfectly timed because it is question I need to face, to ponder, to seek an answer which has long evaded me.

For years I could not face this Psalm because demands actions that were impossible for me to so much as contemplate.

The psalm contains the answer to its question of who shall swell on the holy mountain. It prays:

He who walks without fault;
He who does no wrong to his brother,

There was no truth or justice with me, no fear of the Lord. Instead, I would look away and hide myself from avoids the words which trigger a sting of shame because I could not claim do no wrong to my brother.

As humans we all crave redemption because we long to be reconciled to God through his mercy because he loves us and seeks us out that we might come to him. We need redemption because we are sinful, because we often fail to honor Lord or to speak with truth. We need redemption because we are fearful, fearful we will not be called up to the holy mountain to dwell in his tent.

I am no longer afraid. I cannot yet claim the right to dwell in his tent but I can study the words and look to how to live them out every day and then to make the attempt, not perfectly yet but better tomorrow than I was able today.

When the prayer was finished, I descended slowly down the mountain in the failing light grateful for another view of the day and the end of winter and with hope for spring. Oakley greeted me at the door. I scratched her ears and rubbed her belly and satisfied I was safely home, she went to her rug and curled up to have a nap.

She reminded me the quality of the walk is not how far we go or how high we climb but what we open ourselves up to encounter along the way that changes our day for the better. These are things we discover when we share the day with the Lord.

Note from wife:  Oakley always knew where you were and wanted to follow.  She knew that you went up the steep path and even though I could tell that her back end wasn't working as it should, she was joyfully willing to follow…However, I told her no and she obeyed, trusting that I knew best.  There are a few lessons on living there too. Trust, obedience, willingness to try anything, even that beyond your strength.