Slow Me Down, Lord

We are all busy with so many things, and there never seems to be enough time to get everything done. And while I am looking forward to making my annual retreat later this month, we need to find ways to slow down even when we are not on retreat.

Many years ago I shared a prayer by Wilfred Arlan Peterson, titled Slow Me Down, Lord. While I have sometimes given it to retreatants as a welcome prayer at the beginning of a directed retreat to help them settle into the retreat, it is even more useful in the midst of the craziness of our everyday lives.  So I thought to share it again here:

Ease the pounding of my heart by the quieting of my mind.  Steady my hurried pace.  Give me, amidst the day’s confusion, the calmness of the everlasting hills.

Break the tension of my nerves and muscles with the soothing music of singing streams that live in my memory.

Help me to know the magical, restoring power of sleep.  Teach me the art of taking “minute vacations”…slowing down to look at a flower, to chat with a friend, to read a few lines from a good book.

Remind me of the fable of the hare and the tortoise; that the race is not always to the swift; that there is more to life than measuring the speed. 

Let me look up at the branches of the towering oak and know that it grew slowly and well.  Inspire me to send my own roots down deep into the soil of life’s endearing values…that I may grow toward the stars of my greater destiny.

Slow me down, Lord.

May you take the prayer to heart! May we all do so!

Fresh Figs and Unlikely Friendships

One of my Facebook friends posted a picture of her breakfast yesterday morning – fresh figs with yogurt and honey. Whenever I eat or even see a fresh fig, a memory from my childhood comes to mind. I shared it many years ago, and thought I’d share it here again:

The man stood each night in the shadows in the alley between his house and the house next door to his, only about three or four houses from the one we lived in.  An elderly man.  I remember him always wearing a jacket and tie, as well as a hat, but it would seem strange if he wore that during warm weather.

I was nine or 10 years old at the time.  I’d see him every night when I was walking the dog in the evening.  You could easily pass and not see him if you weren’t looking in his direction, he was that still.  Truth be told, I was a bit frightened of this specter as I passed him.  I was not the only one; most of the kids on the block avoided him.

But one night I said hi as I passed him, and after that, greeted him each evening, with a waved hand or a word as I walked past with my dog.  He would respond with a silent movement of his hand in return greeting.

Then one  night he motioned me over.  I was a little leery, but walked a little in his direction.  Right next to him in front of his house was a beautiful rose bush.  He snipped one off and gave it to me.  We exchanged a few words and I went on.  After that, when roses were in season, I’d sometimes get another.  Then one night, when I walked by, he waved me over with a smile and held out a dish that had something on it I had never before seen – a fresh fig.  He apparently had a fig tree in his backyard and it was fig season.

I loved figs the way we always had them at the holidays – dried figs sliced open, with a piece or two of walnut meat inserted and powered sugar dusted on top.  They were really good.  I never thought about what figs looked or tasted like before they were dried.  As good as those holiday figs were, they were nothing compared to the wonder of a fresh fig.

I’ve loved fresh figs ever since; I almost dance with delight when I see them in a store.  And almost every time I eat one, I think of that elderly man, long dead by now.

I think he just appreciated someone saying hello.  And a rose or a fig was his way of saying thank you.

Summer Worship, Study and Play

I just returned from Synod School, an annual gathering organized by the Lakes and Prairies Synod of the Presbyterian Church. Designed for clergy, individual and families, this is a week of classes for adults and activities for kids, morning and evening worship, and some fun evening activities. I was there teaching a course on the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius – which generated a lot of interest. I enjoyed the class I taught, found the evening worship moving, and enjoyed the fellowship (and the games….and tie-dying a T-shirt, a Synod School tradition).

Part of my interest – besides the facts that I’m always happy to introduce folks to St. Ignatius and his Spiritual Exercises and that I’d have the opportunity to spend time with some folks I don’t get to see very often – is the fact that many Catholic churches suspend most or all faith formation (adult and child) during the summer. How is it, I wondered, that the Presbyterian church could gather 500-600 folks every summer for a week of deepening faith and fellowship? (There were 548 adults and children there this year; 41 of those adults took the course I taught.)

I think part of it is organization. No Catholic diocese is the size of the Lakes and Prairies Synod, so a gathering like this – offering choice of 70 or so courses divided over four periods in the day, multiple activities for children, art and other activities outside of class, daily convocation talks and worship – would be a massive undertaking not possible for a single diocese. And it is hard to imagine two nearby dioceses working together to do it. In addition, such an undertaking requires a massive financial commitment, including funding a Synod School office that operates year round to organize all of this and other associated costs.

Clearly Synod School is not something that could be replicated by the Catholic Church. Still, it is hard not to wish for more programming that is more than what a single parish can accomplish. (I say that notwithstanding the fact that my own parish offers some great summer faith formation opportunities.). We can do better than we are currently.

Mary Magdalene, Apostle to the Apostles

Today the Catholic Church celebrates the feast of Mary Magdalene, friend and faithful disciple of Jesus.  We traiditionally referred to this day as her “memorial,” but in 2016, Pope Francis elevated the memorial to a feast day, giving her the same level of celebration as the other apostles.

Maligned for centuries, all we know of Mary Magdalene’s origins is that she was a woman “from whom seven demons had gone out.”  What we do know from the Gospels is that she was one of the women who followed Jesus to the cross and who stayed there after the male disciples fled.

We also know that Mary was the first to actually see the risen Jesus, and today’s Gospel recounts that beautiful scene.  What is apparent from the encounter of these two is how much she loved Jesus.  (Father Raymond-Leopold Bruckberger, O.P., once wrote that Mary loved Christ “with all the force of her being.”)  We can see evidence of that love in the grief Mary she outside of the tomb when she discovered Jesus’ body is gone. We see it in her tears and frantic search for any information she can find that will help her find the body. And we see it in her joy when she hears the person she has taken for a gardener call her by name, realizing that he is, in fact, the risen Jesus.

Today’s first Mass reading from the Song of Songs expresses beautifully Mary’s love and longing for her Lord:

On my bed at night I sought him whom my heart loves – I sought him but I did not find him. I will rise then and go about the city; in the streets and crossings I will seek Him whom my heart loves. I sought him but I did not find him. The watchmen came upon me, as they made their rounds of the city: Have you seen him whom my heart loves? I had hardly left them when I found him whom my heart loves.

Blessings on this feast of Mary Magdalene.  May be have her longing for union with God. May we hear Jesus call each of our names as he called hers.

Being Martha and Mary

I offered the reflection at the Masses at my parish this weekend, when the Gospel reading was Luke’s account of Jesus eating dinner at the home of his friends Mary and Martha.

Most of us are familiar with this story: Jesus is dining at the home of his friends, and while Mary sits at Jesus’ feet listening to him talk, Martha is bustling around taking care of cooking and perhaps other chores.  And so Martha complains to Jesus that she is doing all the work while Mary does nothing, probably hoping – maybe even expecting – that Jesus will prod Mary into helping her.  He does not such thing, and instead chides her: “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and worried about many things.  There is need of only one thing.  Mary has chosen the better part and it will not be taken from her.”            

We meet here two different women, who model two ways of being, but ways I do not believe are meant to be mutually exclusive.  While I used to quip that I’m Martha and want to be Mary, the reality is that (except for those few who are called to a cloistered life) we are all called to both Martha and Mary. And there is much we can learn from each of these women.

Martha illustrates a boldness and honesty that is necessary if we are to grow in our relationship with Jesus.

Here is a woman in a time when women didn’t speak up to men, and they certainly didn’t chastise them.  Yet Martha has the boldness to speak her piece with Jesus.  Many women of her time would have held their tongue.  But Martha spoke what was on her mind, understanding that being in relationship with Jesus means speaking what is actually on our mind and in our heart.  Not saying only what we think we are supposed to say.

We cannot move forward with God unless we are honest about what is troubling us.  It may be that Martha’s point was misplaced; indeed, from Jesus’ reaction we know it was.  But that doesn’t change that had she stayed silent, she would not have learned from Jesus.  Only her honesty and courage in speaking up allowed her to do that.

Martha also illustrates a take-charge organization and efficiency that the world could not operate without.  Someone does have to do the cooking, change the sheets and set the table if Jesus and his friends are going to eat and stay overnight. Someone had to make sure there is enough wine for everyone, and so on.  Someone had to run the household.  Martha, in the words of Joanna Weaver “is an administrator extraordinaire – a whirling dervish of efficiency with a touch of Tasmanian she-devil thrown in to motivate the servants.”

Mary, on the other hand, represents an extravagant worship.  She sits at Jesus feet, not giving in to the tyranny of the urgent.  She will later falls to Jesus’ feet when he arrives at the death of her brother.  And the next time he comes to their home on his final journey to Jerusalem, she will lavish expensive ointment on his feet  – an amount Judas says could have been sold for three hundred days wages.

Mary also represents a receptive availability.  She sits at Jesus feet, just listening, not moving a muscle.  She didn’t try to come up with some clever response.  She simply listens.

The reality is that we need both of their tendencies. I say both because of a conviction that God calls each of us to take our part in his plan of salvation, to use our gifts for the divinization of our world.  And it is God’s plan we are about, not our own.  And that requires not only action, but time with God to discern his plan and our role in that plan.

In Ignatian terms, we speak of being contemplatives in action.  Contemplatives in action unite themselves with God by joining God’s active labor to save and heal the world.  Doing so is not optional.  Contemplatives in action join God’s active labor to heal and save the world from a contemplative stance that requires we take time with God.

Joanna Weaver, in her book Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World speaks of “Kitchen Service resulting from Living Room Intimacy.”  She writes

Because we are his children, Kitchen Service will be the natural result of Living Room Intimacy with God.  Like Jesus, we must be about our Father’s business.  The closer we draw to the heart of the Father, the more we see his heart for the world.  And so we serve, we minister, and we love, knowing that when we do it for the “least of these,” we have done it unto Christ.

When we put work before worship, we put the cart before the horse.  The cart is important; so is the horse.  But the horse must come first, or we end up pulling the cart ourselves.  Frustrated and weary, we can nearly break under the pressure of service, for there is always something that needs to be done.

When we first spend time in his presence – when we take to heart his voice – God provides the horsepower we need to pull the heaviest load.  He saddles up Grace and invites us to take a ride.

So we need both – the boldness and action to help realize God’s plan, but the receptivity and extravagant worship that deepen our relationship with God.  We need to leave the kitchen long enough to experience the intimacy of God in the living room.  We need to know God, to listen to him, so that we know what it is he is asking of us, and have the strength to accomplish it.

What is Truth?

The Golden Legend, written by Dominican preacher Jacobus de Voragine, was the first popular compilation of the lives of the saints.  Robert Ellsberg in his Give Us This Day reflection this morning writes:

Drawing on traditional sources, which he freely embellished [and] dwelling on their miraculous deeds, Jacobus helped to elevate the popularity of such all-but-legendary figures as Saints Agnes and Lucy (virgin martyrs), Sebastian (riddled with arrows), Christopher (who carries the Christ child on his back), and George (who battled a dragon) above the cult of such better-attested, if more prosaic, figures as Augustine and Ambrose.

It was this book of saints that my friend St. Ignatius read during his recovery at the family castle in Loyola Spain from a battle injury he sustained defending the fortress of the town of Pamplona.  One of the few books available to him was deVoragine’s.  It was reading about the heroic lives of saints that was the beginning of Ignatius’ transformation into a man who wanted to do great things for God.

Ignatius’ experience is noteworthy, because ultimately The Golden Legend fell into disrepute because of its lack of historical scholarship.  But, as Ellsberg writes, the criticism of the book

failed to appreciate deVoragine’s intention to write a work of spiritual devotion.  He meant to present the holy servants of God as living emblems of the Gospel.

Judged by the experience of St. Ignatius, deVoragine succeeded in his intention.

As I read Ellsberg’s reflection this morning in Give Us This Day, I thought of the related issue with respect to historical accuracy of the Bible.  Someone with whom I once did Adult Faith Formation in a parish used to quip, “Everything in the Bible is true, and some of it actually happened.” 

Who Are the Samaritans to Me?

I was invited by the priest presiding at this morning’s Mass here at the Loyola on the Potomac Jesuit Retreat House to speak briefly at the beginning of Mass to set the stage for the readings.  Since I spoke without notes, I can’t share exactly what I said.  But following is a version of my reflection:

In today’s first reading, Moses exhorts the people to keep God’s commandments written in the book of the law.  And he tells them that what they are to do is not a secret they have to figure out, something they have to look high and low for, but something they already know.  It is already in their hearts.

We see a reflection of this in today’s Gospel, which opens with a “scholar of the law” asking Jesus what he must do to inherit eternal life. 

Jesus effectively responds – you already know the answer.  What does your law tell you?

The man responds: Love God with all your heart, soul and strength, and Love your neighbor as yourself – what we refer to as the Great Commandment, but which was already the law known to the Israelite people well before the time of Jesus.

 It is pretty simple.  For all we try to complicate things, to come up with different criteria for who is in and who is out, Jesus says it is quite straightforward:  Love.  Love God.  Love your neighbor.

But the man pushes, asking: But who is my neighbor?  And Jesus replies with the parable of the Good Samaritan, a story well known to all of us.

I invited people to reflect, as they listened to the Gospel to ask themselves: What does this parable tell me about who is my neighbor and what it means to love my neighbor?  To jumpstart their reflection on that, I shared two thoughts.

The first is about the Samaritans, who were hated in Jesus’ time.  From the perspective of the man in the ditch, Jesus’ audience would likely have not reacted well to the idea of receiving aid from a Samaritan.  To Jesus’ audience as well as to Luke’s early readers, the idea of a “good Samaritan” would have made no more sense than the idea of a “good rapist” or a “good murderer.”  So to say the neighbor to the injured man was a Samaritan was shocking.

Jesus’ story challenges his listeners to confront their prejudices about others. And in turn that invites us to ask ourselves: Who are today’s Samaritans for me?  Who is it difficult for me to call neighbor? For me to love as neighbor.

For some people it is Muslims.  For some gay or trans persons.  For some it is anyone whose background is strange or different.

And in today’s fractured climate, depending on where you stand, the Samaritan to you may be: Trump supporters or Kamela Harris fans; anti-vaxxers or those insisting on more stringent COVID requirements; Black lives Matters or Blue Lives Matter protesters; in religious terms, those currently referred to as “radtrads” or those with a Pope Francis leaning. And so on and so forth – politically, culturally, or religiously.

The invitation here is clear: to see as neighbor not only those who look like us, think like us, and worship like us, but those in whom we see nothing of ourselves.

Where is the difficulty for you?

The second thing I shared was an experiment I once read about.  A class of seminarians was given the assignment to prepare a sermon on this parable of the Good Samaritan. They were divided into two groups – one group was given two hours to prepare the sermon and the second group was given twenty-four hours. They then left the building. On the stairs of the building lay a man obviously in need of assistance (part of the experiment).

Can you guess the results? Almost none of the seminarians who had been given two hours to prepare their sermon stopped to aid the man as they left the building. Indeed, it was reported that one practically jumped over the man in his haste to get home to get to work on his assignment. (A much higher number of the group given twenty-four hours stopped to give the man assistance.)

Most of us have not jumped over an injured person on the street without giving assistance. But we do – more often than we’d like to admit – behave more like the priest and Levite than like the Samaritan in Jesus’ parable:  When we fail to love our neighbor because what we are doing seems too important to recognize someone else’s need.

Ask yourself: Are there times when what I’m doing seems so important that I fail to offer a greeting or even a smile to someone I pass in the hall at work?

Am I so wrapped up in my important task that I fail to even notice that someone is suffering and could use a word of encouragement or a hand on the shoulder from me?

Have I squandered opportunities to offer compassion to another because of my preoccupation with my own projects?

What are the circumstances in which it is difficult for me to show compassion, love?

What do you hear in today’s parable of the Good Samaritan?  Who is your neighbor?  And what does it mean to love your neighbor? 

Nature is Never Spent!

I am here at the OshKosh Jesuit Retreat House, on a team for one of the Ignatian Colleagues Program retreats. It was touch and go there whether I’d be able to come. After avoiding it for two and a half years, Covid finally hit me, and although my period of isolation ended Saturday evening, the program coordinator and I decided I should stay home unless I tested negative. Thanks be to God – I tested negative Saturday morning (I did the test twice to be sure) and here I am.

I’m just back from a glorious morning walk around the grounds. The lake…the birds….the trees….the grass – all remind of God’s creative touch. I found myself playing in my mind the final lines of Hopkins’ poem, God’s Grandeur. (Nature is never spent….There lives the dearest freshness deep down things….the Holy Ghost over the bent world broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

You may or may not be able to get yourself to a retreat house this summer (something I highly recommend if you are able). But one way or another, get yourself to a nature trail, a wooded area, an arboretum – anyplace that allows you to wallow in the glory of God’s grandeur.

By This They Will Know You Are My Disciples

Today is my final day with the wonderful folks at First Presbyterian Church of Neenah Wisconsin, and today’s short Gospel was from the 13th chapter of John, where Jesus commands his disciples to love one another, saying this is how people will know they are his disciples.

This Gospel occurs during the Last Supper, the last meal Jesus will spend with his friends and disciples – the last time he will be able to have a real conversation with them before he is arrested.  And what is it important for Jesus to convey in this moment, in his final, intensive conversation with his disciples at the Last Supper?  Judas has just left to betray Jesus, so Jesus knows his time is limited, and he needs to make sure his disciples understand what he has been trying to convey to them.  What does he share?

By this everyone will know that you are my disciples. 

And the this is not whether you were circumcised. 

The this is not whether you do or don’t eat pork. 

And the this is not whether you got divorced several times. 

The this is not about which version of the Bible we read or which creed we recite.

And the this is not any of the myriad ways we try to divide each other up into the good guys and the bad.

By this everyone will know that you are my disciples: if you have love for one another.”  “Just as I have loved you, you should also love one another.”

How embarrassing it should be for many of us who call ourselves Christians to recall that Jesus wanted to make it easy for us by having us focus on this one thing; yet we have found so many other ways to identify true believers, and we often have a hard time putting this commandment into practice even in our own family lives. Episcopal rector Gary Jones commenting on this passage observed,

The Bible and the creed would become terribly important to human beings over the years, while the one thing most important to Jesus would get lost as Christians wrestled with power and orthodoxy.

I suspect Jesus knew people would fight wars over who held correct beliefs, but that was never his primary concern.

 “Love as I have loved you.” 

People argue about what it means to love God.  But Jesus’ uniting of two disparate in the Hebrew Scriptures into his Great Commandment tell us how to we love God: by loving his creatures, loving our neighbors.  We cannot love God without loving each other.

Fifty-five or so years ago Hal David and Burt Bacharach composed a song titled What the World Needs Now.  The opening lines are “What the world needs now is love, sweet love.  It’s the only thing that there’s just too little of.  What the world needs now is love, sweet love.  No, not just for some, but for everyone.”

The sentiment expressed in the song is no less true today.  The love that we are called to share – with everyone – is what our world so desperately needs.  A world groaning in pain. Hate crimes. Separation of parents and children at the border. War. Etc, etc, and so forth.

None of us are actively participating in any of that.  And much of the suffering of the world is beyond our direct control. But we do need to ask ourselves how we are implementing Jesus’ command, both on a micro and a macro level.

On a micro level: We can ask ourselves – who (individually or collectively) do I find it difficult to love?  Where is my heart hardened?  Where is the challenge for me to love the way Jesus did – without regard to merit, without regard to what that person does or does not do for me? And what grace do I need from God to love more expansively?

 On a macro level: Does my life bear witness to the love and fidelity of God?  And part of that is: are we sharing the story of Christian hope – of God’s love made manifest in the death and resurrection of Christ? Because the promise is (to quote the title of a book by Evangelical Rob Bell): Love Wins.  However grim things look there will be a new day when we live face to face with God.  When all that has hindered, hurt, and hampered us will be gone.  What will be left is a life with God, filled with relationships of joy and strength with God’s people.

That is a message our world so desperately needs.

Is this the message we proclaim, not predominantly by what we say, but by how we live our lives?

We Are Sheep and Shepherd

This morning I began a week with First Presbyterian Church of Neenah – preaching at this morning’s services and leading adult faith formation between the services. During the week I’ll lead a Bible study and meet with people individually for spiritual direction, and end next Sunday in the way I began it today.

The readings for today’s all, in one way or another employed the motif of the shepherd and shepherding. Part of my sermon addressed what the imagery in Psalm 23 and Jesus’ identifying himself as the good shepherd teach us about what it means to call God our shepherd.

But we are not only sheep to God’s shepherd. The point is not simply that the love and care and guidance of the shepherd characterizes God’s love and care for us, but it describes what we are asked to be for each other.

At the end of John’s Gospel, Jesus instructs Peter – feed my lambs, feed my sheep.  In other words, be as a shepherd to my sheep. And we see this same language used in various of the letters of New Testament – the extension of the good shepherd label to those who would lead it the church.

The question is: for whom is that label intended?  Is it just meant for church leaders?  I shared that my answer to that question is a resounding no – that each and every one of us – is not only sheep, but shepherd.

We have each been given the charge to model our lives after that of the Good Shepherd.  To live lives of love, commitment and sacrifice on behalf of each other. To nourish each other – doing all we can to help each other grow in our relationship with God and flourish as the fully human persons God invites us to be. To look out for each other and protect each other. To be personally, intimately involved with each other – treating everyone with whom we come into contact as the beloved God.

It is a charge that raises the bar for all of us.

Fortunately, we are not asked to do any of this on our own.  I think one of the reasons the Church gives us a long Easter season each year is to remind us that the God who raised Jesus is still active in the world today.

I think that is the reason we hear from Acts every year in the Easter season.  So that we can see what is able to be accomplished through the power of the Spirit alive and present in the world after the resurrection and ascension of Christ.  It shows us that none of the things faced by the early church – persecutions, famines, opposition, violent storms and so forth were stronger than the power of the Spirit.

And, unlike the person who first spoke the words of Psalm 23, or those who first heard it, we can read that Psalm with that knowledge.  Knowing that when the metaphors and images of the Psalm speak in the present, they are truly indicating our present reality.  Today – in our present world – the shepherd leads…restores…comforts….prepares a table…anoints our head.  And in so doing, empowers and strengthens us to do the same for each other.