Author: Don

I went to Mass this morning at Mt. Irenaeus as is my habit on Sundays. It was a beautiful clear blue chilly morning. I enjoyed my drive down Route 16 and then onto Route 446 which would lead to the road to Friendship, New York then south on Route 275 to the bustling hamlet of Nile. Leaving Nile on Route 1 and then onto Hydetown Road and up to the Mountain. Listening to a Bill Douglas album and drinking in the sights and sounds of winter. On the way up Hydetown road I spied a beautiful little creek bubbling along in the chill morning air. I stopped the car, rolled down the window and got a picture take home with me.

Right turn followed right turn as up the hill my little PT Cruiser chugged. It was apparent from looking at the tracks that I was the first car up this morning. I wondered, “do I have the traction to make the hill?’ The little car made it and soon I was disembarking with a bag of groceries to be shared later at brunch. It’s always a relief to be at the Mountain and to share some quiet moments in the chapel with lots of other worshippers who have made the trip from all over.

The quiet beauty of the chapel against the picture perfect blue sky is breathtaking. Once inside I share the space with other members of the community today. We’ve come to this chapel at the end of a long road because we’re all looking for something that we can’t find easily elsewhere. We come here because we love the peace and hospitality which are so freely offered. We come because we are Gospel people hoping to hear a prophetic message, a message which challenges us to live the week differently and to join with Jesus Christ in making all things new.

Under the chapel in the library is a framed print that spoke volumes to me when I first made this trip six years ago. “If you are wondering what God may be, looking for a purpose in life, craving company, or seeking solitude, come to our meeting for worship. We shall not ask you to speak or sing, we shall not ask you what you believe, we shall simply offer you our friendship, and a chance to sit quietly and think, and perhaps somebody will speak, and perhaps somebody will read, and perhaps somebody will pray, and perhaps you will find here that which you are seeking. We are not saints, we are not cranks, we are not different –Except that we believe that God’s light is in everyone waiting to be discovered.”

Peace,

Monday we will officially celebrate the life of one of the greatest Americans of the twentieth century. Martin Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi used the principles of the Gospel to bring two nations to their knees and to their feet at the same time. The following quote is taken from a speech Dr. King gave in April 1967, “A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death.” The speech was delivered at the Riverside Church in New York City.

Forty years later our nation still continues to spend more on war than we do on programs of social uplift. How much longer can Americans be deprived of adequate health care and basic necessities so we can continue to feed the military industrial complex? How much longer can these agents of death and destruction continue to wrap themselves in the American flag? Samuel Johnson wrote that, “patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.” Notice the smear of Rep. Murtha who has spoken truth to power.

I pray that our leaders will have a spiritual awakening and realize the folly of war. War is big business. We seem to invent enemies to create a need for the use of weapons systems that in reality are draining America and Americans of their greatest resources. What is the likelihood that the money being spent on the battlefield could have found a cure for AIDS or cancer? What is the likelihood that our weapons have killed the future scientist that finds these cures?

Whatever happened to the Peace Dividend? Can you imagine what good we could do and how much terror and terrorism we could thwart if we turned our swords into plowshares and used our wealth and might to end poverty and starvation worldwide. Gandhi said that, “poverty is the worst form of violence.” Until we end the terror of poverty we will never end terrorism.

Peace.

This looks like a good movie. I can’t believe it was actually produced in this country at this time.

Thomas Merton once said, “not all men are called to be hermits, but all men need enough silence and solitude in their lives to enable the deep inner voice of their own true self to be heard at least occasionally.” I can’t be a hermit although at times I feel called to it. I need silence and solitude and the older I get the more I realize I need it. Most of what passes as news is scripted to make one think that the most important things in life and in this country in particular is winning the war on terror. A war on terror. Think about it. War is terror. How can war rid of us of terror?

It’s all noise. Just noise and more noise. The truth only begins to emerge in silence and solitude. Living a contemplative life can be difficult. There are so many temptations to yield to cynicism, to give up hope. I do give up hope, probably several times a week. I also regain hope several times a week. It’s the ebb and flow of life and the encouragement of the people around me. I need people to sharpen me, to hone me and yes to drive me to solitude.

I’m sitting here now writing this journal, listening to the fire and fan of my pellet stove. I’m enjoying the return of snow to our lawn following several surreal 55 degree plus days in January. As long as it’s going to snow, I’ll just watch the snow.

Peace.

I was out riding around in my car tonight and listening to John Michael Talbot. He’s not the only musician I listen to. I enjoy a diversity of music including jazz, classical, new age, and Gregorian Chant. Nonetheless I got to thinking about my earlier post and I’ve forgotten that in the past several years I’ve come to know that I’m a mystic. I’m not a swami, but I am a mystical person. For a number of years I’d go to Mass and just feel lost. I couldn’t relate. I read Seven Storey Mountain, by Thomas Merton over 27 years ago. Ever since that time there had and has been an awareness of a longing for mystical union with Christ.

Soon after reading Seven Storey Mountain I visited a Trappist Monastery in Piffard, New York. I regularily visit there. In the ensuing twenty plus years I was searching and couldn’t put my finger on what was missing for me when I attended Mass. Then after a long absence I visited Mount Irenaeus, a Franciscan retreat about 30 miles from where I live. Soon after attending Mass and a Holy Week observance in 2000 I began to realize that I was finally home. Here was a group of Friars who lived and celebrated mysticism. I began an exploration of centering prayer, liturgy of the hours, stillness, quietness, reflection, contemplation and work.

I remember as a little boy how much I loved those times in our church that were mystical. Holy Thursday night and the adoration of the Blessed Sacrament. The smell of incense during Eucharistic Adoration on First Fridays. I used to just visit the church when there was nobody else there and sit quietly and listen. I felt a closeness and a peace that I could never really describe or replicate during other liturgical ceremonies and events.

In the last six years I’ve come to really find a home with other folks drawn to the intimacy of the Mystical presence of Christ in the Eucharist. To me the Eucharist is deeply personal and mystical. Because of this mystical presence my heart is softer, my eyes, ears and soul more attentive to the cry of the poor, the disenfranchised and the those who just hurt. I can’t watch movies like Patton anymore without wincing.

In my earlier post today I spoke of the fallacy of just war. My views on wars, violence and killing have been deeply steeped and strengthened by the recognition and acceptance of my mystical union with Christ. I am not a pious person. In fact I can be very profane, but I am also deeply mystical and religious.

Shalom, Pace, Pax et Bonum.

Today the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops has decided that it is time for the United Statest to leave Iraq. The bishops have called, “serious and civil national dialogue to help our nation chart a way forward”. This is an interesting development. The concept of preventive war was debated prior to the onset of hostilities. There were some who thought and I suppose continue to think that there is such a position as a “just war”. The “just war” position was originally articulated by St. Augustine at a time when Christianity had become a state religion and the state at that time needed a way to limit the scope of these conflicts. Now, nearly 20 centuries later, leaders invoked “just war” as though it was part of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and they used it as a way to justify warfare not to limit it.

I think the concept of “just war” is dung. Where in the gospel is there any concept of proportional violence mentioned in the teachings of Jesus? “Blessed are the peacemakers”, “Love your enemies” come to mind. Preventive war and just war produce death, destruction, resentment and are only metaphors for a justification for nationalism and conquest. The Iraq war clearly would never have happened had there been no oil under their sand. Nominally “Christian” nations looking for a justification for this conflict used a “red herring” to justify attacking an inferior country. The cause of peace and stability for all nations and the advancement of the dignity of the human person is at stake. Catholic social teaching clearly articulates the sacred nature of all life and the dignity of the human person. This principle is grounded in the idea that the person is made in the image of God.
I believe that there is no way war can be justified. Killing anyone whether an unborn child or a soldier from another country is still killing. I find it difficult to kill little animals that manage to find their way into our home from time to time. I frequently pray to them and ask them to leave and most of the time it works.

A couple of months ago a little mouse made its way onto our enclosed porch and my wife set traps to get rid of it. I “talked” to the mouse and begged the mouse to leave. I prayed that the mouse would leave but unfortunately, the little rascal didn’t leave and it found it’s way into a trap. Somehow the mouse managed to survive and with tears in my eyes I carried the mouse to the edge of our woods and released it, begging it to never return. It did return, the trap worked in a more fatal fashion this time and the poor little rascal was killed. It broke my heart. I love animals. I don’t like snakes, rats and even cats but I can’t bring myself to hurt one. They are all made by the Creator. Even rocks and trees bear the image of the Most High.

When I served my country during the Vietnam era I did so as a US Navy Hospital Corpsman because then as now I saw killing as un-necessary and counter to all that I believe. Love your enemies. Peace.

God has no body on earth but yours
Yours are the only hands with which he can do his work
Yours are the only feet with which he can go about the world
Yours are the only eyes through which his compassion can shine forth upon a troubled world.
-St. Teresa of Avila

Today has been very tiring, up at 5:45 am for a four mile run. It was beautiful this morning. The moon and stars were still out when I left for the gym. Lots of walking and lifting computers and peripherals today. Time to think who I’m working for. Glad to be alive, beautiful day, 53 degrees and sun. That’s unusual in Western New York in January. I meet lots of little people every day who come from homes where they may be unwanted. I remember how nervous and out of place I felt in school at times. I try to practice blessing everyone I meet with a compliment. It’s fun to see people’s faces light up when a little compliment is paid. Nice dress, nice sweater. Gee, you look nice today. People need to be reminded over and over again that they are good. I’m reminded of St. Francis’ message to the people, “Good morning, good people.”

I spent some time today listening to John Michael Talbot’s , “St. Theresa’s Prayer”. Lyrics posted at the top of this message. Peace!

I just got home from a day’s work in a public school. I’ve been working in this public school for nearly 27 years now. We’re a relatively small K-12 with lots of poor kids. Median per capita income in my community is a little over $13,000 a year. We’re way down the list in New York State.

I was reading one of these internet blogs or journals or news sites and the headline “Religious Freedom For All.” I read the article along with another article by Mr. Colson somewhere on the Internet. These folks want to have kids saying prayers and mentioning the name Jesus in their classrooms and some of the folks are indignant that they can’t. I think they think that if we mentioned Jesus more in the schoolhouse and posted the Ten Commandments in the courthouse that somehow everything would be wonderful. They seem to think that what’s wrong with public eduation and society as a whole is that there isn’t enough of their brand of Jesus.

Praying in school is okay with me and I’ll bet Jesus loves it. Jesus was a regular guy, just like one of us. I don’t think they had public schools in his day, but if they did I’ll bet he’d have attended one. He was born in a stable, his folks were kind of like wetbacks. Soon after he was born his folks had to leave their native country and flee because the leaders of his day didn’t want another king in their country. Then after sometime as refugees his Mom and Dad return home and live in Nazareth. It’s kind of a crummy town. It’s a military outpost. I’ve lived on some military bases and they aren’t usually in the best parts of town and most of the enlisted folks who live on or off base live in inexpensive homes. What I’m getting at is Jesus was a poor guy. He opened his public ministry with a statement about coming to liberate the poor. From the 4th chapter of Luke, “the Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring glad tidings to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim liberty to captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free.”

That’s a radical message. What do you suppose would happen if we started teaching that sort of stuff in public schools? What would good tidings to the poor be? How about if we start proclaiming that message at the top of our lungs in public schools. How about if we tell the poor kids in Franklinville and elsewhere in these United States what Jesus said about “Love your enemies”. I wonder what would happen if the next time a military recruiter shows up at the school if I started laying a little of what Jesus has to say about, “He who lives by the sword, shall die by it also.” What if I shared what it is written in the 12th Chapter of Romans? “If possible, on your part, live at peace with all. Beloved, do not look for revenge but leave room for the wrath; for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” Rather, “if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals upon his head.”

What if poor kids or even rich kids started really buying into Jesus and started living like the Book of Acts. What if they refused to buy into the war machine, but instead bought into the Jesus message? That would be radical. I think following Jesus is difficult. It’s a counter cultural message, because if you’re really following Jesus you can’t take revenge on the people that irritate you. That is very difficult. Oh well I don’t think that what the Family Research Coucil had in mind. I think they were after a more watered down Jesus message. One where there is flag waving, mom and apple pie.

Imagine what it would be like if more of us started living the message of the gospel. WOW!

Peace

Yesterday I posted the Franciscan Blessing which begins…”May God bless you with discomfort at easy answers, half truths and superficial relationships, so that you may live deep within your heart.” I think a lot about the easy answers. What are they? Why am I driven to live deep within my heart and to hear a voice that few here. This voice or resonance in my heart causes me anguish and joy. The pain of my life is the blessing of my life though most it of the time I miss that.

All around me I’m surround by a world and culture that lives on half truths and superficial relationships. Policy makers of all stripes seem intent on deception, but maybe they are so deceived that they are not aware of the deception. They’re not bad people and the world isn’t bad. Both the people and the world are created by the Almighty. They’re patterned in the image of the most high. “Most High Glorious God enlighten the darkness of my heart”, a simple prayer of St. Francis. Living deep within my heart is the respect for all life. It is jaded at times by peeves and worries, but it continues to burn deep within. I cannot betray it.

I see paradox after paradox being lived out in front of me. Physical vision with spiritual comprehension. Remember, “He who has ears let him hear, he who has eyes let him see.” I thank God that I have ears and eyes that see more than what is right in front of them. Maybe that’s the problem, the people, the governments etc. can’t see beyond what’s right in front of them. Maybe the focal point is the issue. Maybe my discomfort causes me to see beyond. Maybe it is the distance that I need.

I’m reminded of the scene in the movie, “Patch Adams” where the older gentleman in the asylum suggests that Patch look beyond the hand directly in front of him. This awareness comes from my daily contact with Franciscans and others who help me to look beyond. Maybe this awareness is the “night vision goggles” of the spiritual life.

“You will be holy with the holy, kind with the kind, with the chosen you will be chosen, but with the crooked you will show your cunning.For you will bring salvation to a lowly people but make the proud ashamed…”–Psalm 17

Look beyond. Don’t look at what’s right in front of you. Look beyond the easy answers…

May God bless you with discomfort at easy answers, half truths and superficial relationships, so that you may live deep within your heart.

May God bless you with anger at injustice, oppression, and exploitation of people, so that you may work for justice, freedom and peace.

May God bless you with tears to shed for those who suffer from pain, rejection, starvation and war, so that you may reach out your hand to comfort them and to turn their pain to joy.

May God bless you with enough foolishness to believe that you can make a difference in this world, so that you can do what others claim cannot be done.

Amen.

From “Troubadour: A Missionary Magazine”, UK Spring 2005