“It’s a delight to have fallen into a friendship with this wonderful university…” – Curtis Martin
I skipped my college graduations, both undergraduate and graduate. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate the time and hard work that went into my sheepskins, but graduation was in a basketball arena with 10,000 other students, the program was boring and not going was an opportunity to be rebellious.
Times change. And even a skeptic like me can show up for a graduation ceremony and have a wonderful time. Continue reading
Archbishop Christophe Pierre
I DON’T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT PEOPLE LIKE ME AS A MEMBER – Groucho Marx
I have often recalled Groucho’s immortal words in a perverse sense when attending some sort of fancy event. In my case, it has usually been more the case that I’m simply grateful to be in a beautiful place around beautiful people. Whether or not I merit being there, I’m just grateful.
Put another way, I’m honored to be welcomed into a club to which I claim shaky membership. Continue reading
Fr Vaughan Leslie
For a really good time, I likely wouldn’t join a room full of psychologists.
They might ask me open-ended questions and repeat my answers to verify. Who knows what might be happening behind those wire-rimmed glasses?
So imagine my surprise when I enjoyed meeting a room full of folks who are graduating tomorrow from the Divine Mercy University, Institute for the Psychological Sciences Masters in Psychology program.
These almost graduates were excited to meet each other – in person. They had met before, but only in the digital world. This program is conducted entirely online, which means it can reach people who want to study and serve but could never go off to a far-off campus for a couple years. Continue reading
“The words printed here are concepts. You must go through the experiences.” St. Augustine
The first time I jumped into the deep end of a swimming pool, my dad was in the water at a distance, but I had to swim out to him. I had real fears of sinking to the bottom, of taking in water…but it all worked out. This is the spiritual life…you need to jump in and commit, and little by little, you will experience the joy and freedom of flying across the water of life, being gently propelled by the grace of God. Trust in Christ, and take the plunge!!
Have you ever thought how sweet hope is? Imagine what it would be like to live without the smallest drop of hope. Unfortunately, many have done more than just imagine this. Our hearts should go out to them. It’s heart-rendingly tragic. Hope is key to living the present moment to the full. Animals don’t have it. They don’t look to the future. On the one hand, this frees them from anxieties about the uncertainties yet to come. On the other, they never enjoy the sweetness of hope.
“It is a peculiarity of man that he can only live by looking to the future—sub specie aeternitatis. And this is his salvation in the most difficult moments of his existence, although he sometimes has to force his mind to the task.” (Viktor Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning) Continue reading
The experience of beauty belongs to the individual because it takes place in a person’s mind and heart. It resonates, it evokes, and it speaks in the interior of the person. A picture is worth a thousand words but our own experience is what allows it to speak to us. The impact of art is in the resonance it stirs within us.
As I learned my Catholic faith I saw the importance and reverence given to Mary, and it made me uneasy. Looking at Jesus, I came to know him as Mercy who loves me, but somehow before Mary, all I saw was the weight of my imperfections. Searching for a way to know her in statues and paintings of her at Church, I couldn’t find my own experience, or anything that connected us. I didn’t know how to relate to Mary or how to approach her. She was perfect, almost stone-cold perfect, in the way I saw her. Continue reading
Happy Mother’s Day! After having thanked all our mothers today for all they have done for us, we can turn our minds also to a mother of whom we can often forget, Mother Church! The readings today brought her to mind for me. The apostles who are looking to keep the faith alive and St Paul who speaks about living stones. We are sons and daughters of the Church! And she receives her motherhood from Christ. A mother is safe and protects, because she has found her safe place. A mother loves unconditionally because she has received unconditional love. And a mother sends her children on a mission because she lives her life as a mission. The Church protects us from the greatest evil – sin. She loves us unconditionally never turning away anyone. And she gives us our mission to keep the faith, because she is apostolic. We also need to show our gratitude to our Mother Church as her faithful children.
“Now the tax collectors and sinners were all gathering around to hear Jesus. But the Pharisees and the teachers of the law muttered, “This man welcomes sinners and eats with them.” Then Jesus told them this parable: “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.” Luke 15 1-7
Sometimes, perhaps a lot of times, we are that one lost sheep. God leaves everything behind to look for us because He is in need of our love. He doesn’t ask for explanations but holds us in his arms and forgives us. Love is the language of his Sacred Heart. Continue reading
Pope Francis got lots of media attention (a common event) this week when he expressed shame at the American reference to dropping the “mother of all bombs” on some nasty people in Afghanistan.
The bomb’s official name is GBU-43 Massive Ordinance Air Blast (MOAB). I suppose MOAB could be an acronym for “mother of all bombs.”
In any event, I agree with the Pope that the mixing of bombs and motherhood I a bit distressing. Motherhood ought to involve cuddly babies, pot roast in the oven and mini-vans going to soccer matches. No bombs allowed. Continue reading
Eric works at the Dodge dealership, and I met him when one of our mini-vans had a part recall back in January. He works at the counter, so deals with customers coming in and out. He seemed to be in his early-mid twenties.
The parts ended up taking longer than normal to replace; he was helpful in the communication back and forth, very apologetic that they had underestimated the time it would take.
When finally it was ready for pick up, and he took me back behind to the other counter, and getting the maintenance logs back from the office, quizzically asked if “Pastoral Support Services” was some type of church.
Well…not exactly… Continue reading