Wednesday, March 20, 2019

The Universe is Changing...

I don't seem to have much energy to write. The universe is changing. My father is dying. I love you, Dad!

Lately I have been designing abstract decorative crosses. It's my mental exercise and expression. I don't know what else to say.

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

With Dad on Saint Joseph's Day

This Solemnity of Saint Joseph, we find ourselves in a hospital taking care of our own father, whose physical condition has rapidly declined this past week.

It's three weeks short of Dad's 84th birthday and he is very gravely ill.

What is there to say? We have been blessed to have him with us for such a long time. I don't have any more words. He is in God's hands. We are all in God's hands.

Please pray for him, and for us his family. Good Saint Joseph, pray for all of us.

Friday, March 15, 2019

March 14: First Feelings of Spring

Some real hints of Spring in the air. It even felt like Summer, though the "look" is still mostly Wintry bare.

We got lots of pics from a day by the Happy Creek:

Yes, the water is pretty low, the sun is unusually warm, and the vegetation is hibernating.

But wait! Somethings are waking up!

The big trees still sleep, like the Sycamore with its white bark so noticeable in Winter and so lovely in its own way.

Not many places to find shade on this day here in the Valley. I had to duck under a pine tree. The horse field nearby is bare but bright. Everything is showered in sunlight.

I am grateful to God to be alive. Lord, help me always to remember your goodness.

This was originally an Instagram video that made it to my YouTube channel. Reporting from "on the scene":

Thursday, March 14, 2019

Without You We Cannot Exist

Bestow on us, we pray, O Lord,
a spirit of always pondering on what is right
and of hastening to carry it out,
and, since without you we cannot exist,
may we be enabled to live according to your will.
Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, 
who lives and reigns with you 
in the unity of the Holy Spirit, 
one God, for ever and ever.

~Collect, Thursday, March 14

Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Happy Birthday Christina Grimmie, With Love! 💚

On this day, March 12, we remember Christina Grimmie and celebrate her 25th Birthday, with gratitude and so much love.💚

Monday, March 11, 2019

Jesus says, "You Did It For Me"

Today's Gospel reading is a witness to the ultimate significance of every moment of every ordinary day of our lives. 

I dwell below upon the first portion of "The Final Judgment" in hope, to focus the light on the real, fragile, human neediness of the persons with whom Jesus has identified Himself, and through whom He offers Himself to us, asking for our love. 

I want to be one of those who are called "blessed of my Father."

My prayer is that, by His mercy and the transforming power of the Holy Spirit, I might love Him in others by serving Him in their poverty, weakness, and needs. I beg for His forgiveness because I fall short and fail in this love every day. 

I am well aware of the corresponding judgment of vv. 41-45 upon those who have failed to love.

What is at stake here is nothing less than our identity for all eternity.

Obviously there is a teaching here on the necessity of social mercy as well as social justice, on the Church's "preferential option for the poor." We often talk about "helping the poor," but we who have an abundance of riches don't really do very much. We have agencies and bureaucracies to handle the complex business of poverty, and - like everything else in these times of epochal upheaval - "poverty" has become a gigantic, appalling, complex, and dangerous reality.

We have become so accustomed to an atmosphere of trauma, change, instability, and fear that the "wall of poverty" makes us terrified of the possibility of encountering real physically and deperately poor people. This is an alienation we must want to overcome, whatever the real practical possibilities may be for external actions in light of our actual circumstances.

But this "fear of the poor" is a consequence of a deeper problem. Our relationship with God is so weak (mine certainly is, at least) that we don't know how to live the most fundamental human interpersonal connections right in front of us. If we cower before the prospect of having anything to do with the needy "out there," it probably means we are isolated from one another.

I know that the "hungry," the "thirsty," the "sick," and even "the stranger" are not first of all some "scary people" far away and seemingly inaccessible to me. "Going out to the margins" begins at home. It begins with the persons who have been entrusted to me, who are under my roof, my wife, my kids, and also my parents and the many ordinary people whom I encounter and who hope to find something vitally human in me - kindness, attention, affirmation, encouragement, empathy, humble guidance, or any gesture of self-giving love, however small the moment might be.

Mother Teresa was very earnest when she invited us in the context of family life to smile at one another. She wasn't advocating a forced or artificial cheerful mood, but rather a chosen gift of one's self even when it is difficult.

"When, Lord, did we see you in need...?" If I may insert a bit of 21st Century "Midrash" here, then I'll illustrate a particular point like this: "'When did you see me in need?' replied the King. 'Well, for starters, how about EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. You woke up next to me every morning for 25/30/40/50/more YEARS. We lived together all those days. We raised kids. We spent almost ten cumulative years watching T.V. together. Were you aware of me? Did you love me the way you promised you would? That was me, in need of your love, all that time.'"

We are all "poor" in front of one another. We must love and care for one another, not in sentimentality and illusion, but in reality: real person to real person. If we truly love those entrusted to us, our "neighbors," we will also be drawn (together) to the "margins" in the sociological sense. A real "Communio," in which we serve Christ in one another, always engenders a passion for mission.

If there is no desire in us, no sense of solidarity, no sorrow that opens our hearts to the needs of the poor, no impetus toward engaging in works of mercy, then it is likely that we are a group of Christians who are failing to live in communion with one another. We easily substitute comfortable mutual conformity, ideology, or superficial activism for real love. Imperceptibly, we put limits on the attentiveness of our love. Then some measure other than the heart of Christ creeps in and subtly defines our being-together. If we don't wake up and return to God's love, eventually we will lose the sense of that communion-in-charity (caritas, agape) that vivifies our ecclesial life as brothers and sisters. It will be replaced by disconnection, or else there will arise among us the idolatrous and violent instincts of the post-modern tribe.

May God preserve us from such a forgetfulness of the face of Christ. Rather, let us worship and give glory to Him with the Father and the Holy Spirit. And let us serve Him in one another, and seek Him out and serve Him in every person, especially the poor who endure the most dire hunger and thirst, who wander the earth as strangers, who are cold, sick, troubled and in need of so many things.

By this loving service He strengthens us and draws us closer to Him.

"The king will say to those on his right,
'Come, you who are blessed by my Father.
Inherit the kingdom prepared for you 

from the foundation of the world.
For I was hungry and you gave me food,
I was thirsty and you gave me drink,
a stranger and you welcomed me,
naked and you clothed me,
ill and you cared for me,
in prison and you visited me.'
Then the righteous will answer him and say,
'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you,
or thirsty and give you drink?
When did we see you a stranger and welcome you,
or naked and clothe you?
When did we see you ill or in prison, and visit you?'
And the king will say to them in reply,
'Amen, I say to you, whatever you did
for one of these least brothers of mine, 

you did for me.'"

~Matthew 25:34-40

Saturday, March 9, 2019

Opening Our Hearts to the Lord

No matter what condition we are in or what evils we have done, God can still reach us. No sin is too great for his forgiveness and mercy. "Ask, and it will be given you" (Matthew 7:7).

What a simple promise! But do we really take Jesus seriously? Do we really believe that he is the gift of the Father's love and mercy, that he has the power to heal and transform our lives?

There is no human person in the world who cannot ask God for mercy. No human predicament, no degree of moral and spiritual disgrace, is beyond the reach of God’s mercy.

In fact, God knows all our sins and our sorrows and our deepest need for healing, and he wants to save us. He loves us first, and when we seek him it is because he has already called us, mysteriously, in the depths of our hearts. But he wants us to seek him and "ask" for him, because this is the way we open our hearts to him. He respects our freedom. Indeed, he loves our freedom; he creates and sustains us as persons and wants us to be free. Still, his love is greater than our hearts. He anticipates us, awakens us, draws us, and showers upon us his mercy, not to the demand of our measure and expectations but in response to our recognition that we really need him.

But sometimes, we ask for him and we don't feel like we're getting a response. He seems to delay. Why?

God is good, all the time. If we ask for his mercy and healing with a true desire, he works to change us according to his wisdom and love for us. He is Love. If his "timing" seems slow to us, we know that he wants us to keep asking; he wants us to experience our total need for him, our total dependence on Infinite Love.

Ask, keep asking, and never give up. You shall receive; it is a promise from God. “Whatever you ask in prayer, you will receive, if you have faith” (Matthew 21:22).

"Before Jesus, no sinner is excluded... because the healing power of God knows no infirmity that cannot be healed; and this must give us confidence and open our heart to the Lord, that he may come and heal us" (Pope Francis).

Thursday, March 7, 2019

The Journey Toward Easter 2019

We have finally begun the journey toward Easter, which is on April 21 this year. That's almost as late as Easter can be in a calendar year.

The date is fixed each year for the first Sunday after the first full moon after the Spring Equinox (always regarded as March 21 in this process). Full moon this month falls on March 20; thus the first full moon of Spring is April 19, which sets Easter for Sunday the 21st.

I prepared this graphic for the Latin Rite observance of "Ash Wednesday" yesterday. May everyone have a fruitful preparation over the next six weeks as we prepare to encounter Jesus in the annual observance and celebration of his redeeming death and resurrection.

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

A Time of Conversion from the Destructive Power of Sin

Pope Francis has emphasized the connection between new life in Christ and our stewardship for all creation in this year's Message for the Lenten season.

I am struck by the very accurate way that he points out how the sincerity of our love for God shows itself in our attitude toward the world, its resources, and its beauty: Do we see created things as gifts to be received with gratitude and used for our authentic good and the common good of present and future humanity, or do we see them as materials to be exploited and dominated for selfish ends, with no real regard for the needs of others or the future.

Here the Pope points out aspects of our sinful dispositions and actions that we so easily fail to notice, and underlines the need for repentence and conversion in relation to these sins.

Francis notes that the celebration of Christ's Resurrection "calls us yearly to undertake a journey of preparation, in the knowledge that our being conformed to Christ (cf. Rom 8:29) is a priceless gift of God’s mercy.

"When we live as children of God, redeemed, led by the Holy Spirit (cf. Rom 8:14) and capable of acknowledging and obeying God’s law, beginning with the law written on our hearts and in nature, we also benefit creation by cooperating in its redemption...

"Yet in this world, the harmony generated by redemption is constantly threatened by the negative power of sin and death.

"Indeed, when we fail to live as children of God, we often behave in a destructive way towards our neighbours and other creatures – and ourselves as well – since we begin to think more or less consciously that we can use them as we will. Intemperance then takes the upper hand: we start to live a life that exceeds those limits imposed by our human condition and nature itself."

The Pope expresses powerfully how our sins impact the natural created world as well as destroy others and ourselves: "The root of all evil, as we know, is sin, which from its first appearance has disrupted our communion with God, with others and with creation itself, to which we are linked in a particular way by our body. This rupture of communion with God likewise undermines our harmonious relationship with the environment in which we are called to live, so that the garden has become a wilderness (cf. Gen 3:17-18). Sin leads man to consider himself the god of creation, to see himself as its absolute master and to use it, not for the purpose willed by the Creator but for his own interests, to the detriment of other creatures.

"Once God’s law, the law of love, is forsaken, then the law of the strong over the weak takes over. The sin that lurks in the human heart (cf. Mk 7:20-23) takes the shape of greed and unbridled pursuit of comfort, lack of concern for the good of others and even of oneself. It leads to the exploitation of creation, both persons and the environment, due to that insatiable covetousness which sees every desire as a right and sooner or later destroys all those in its grip."

Francis then exhorts us to embrace the Lenten penitential preparation in light of this integral vocation which Jesus brings about by His power at work in us. He gives us a larger perspective on the significance of Lent and the classical practices of this season: "Lent is a sacramental sign of th[e work of] conversion. It invites Christians to embody the paschal mystery more deeply and concretely in their personal, family and social lives, above all by fasting, prayer and almsgiving.

"Fasting, that is, learning to change our attitude towards others and all of creation, turning away from the temptation to 'devour' everything to satisfy our voracity and being ready to suffer for love, which can fill the emptiness of our hearts. 

"Prayer, which teaches us to abandon idolatry and the self-sufficiency of our ego, and to acknowledge our need of the Lord and his mercy. 

"Almsgiving, whereby we escape from the insanity of hoarding everything for ourselves in the illusory belief that we can secure a future that does not belong to us. 

"And thus [we] rediscover the joy of God’s plan for creation and for each of us, which is to love him, our brothers and sisters, and the entire world, and to find in this love our true happiness."

The entire text of the Pope's Lenten Message for 2019 can be found HERE.

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Happy Birthday Eileen Janaro!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to this beautiful and great lady, Eileen Janaro! 

I love her, and I am so grateful for her! What an incredible gift she is to me, to our family, to her students, and countless others.❤🌹

Monday, March 4, 2019

Compassion Means "Giving Your Time" to Be With Others

Do not underestimate the value of the time you spend with someone who is suffering.

You are afraid because you can’t solve the person’s problems. Of course you can’t. So don’t pressure yourself. Give your time. Stay with the person, and be consistent about it.

In human things time and presence are the media of love.

In today's world, we need to remember (or perhaps learn anew, in a deeper way) that there are layers of human suffering that cannot be "fixed." The only way to touch a person at this level of their pain is with love, simple love. And this kind of love requires time.

If you spend a few hours with a suffering person, they will probably still be suffering when you leave. But don’t think you have wasted your time; you have to keep coming back—every day or week or whatever you can give.

If the person acts grouchy or doesn’t seem to appreciate you or give you the feeling that your visits are "successful" or "meaningful," don’t give up and go away. Don’t stop coming.

Obviously you can't force yourself upon a person who really wants to be left alone, so it might be right to space things out if you think they really need it. But it's not necessary to jump to this conclusion just because the person is not very sociable, or because you can't think of a way to be useful to them and you just feel "odd being around" when there doesn't seem to be any need for you.

Don’t try too hard to be helpful or make the person feel good. Just be familiar, be natural, and be there.

Certainly, if possible help, comfort, console, encourage them, listen to them. You might start to enjoy spending time with this afflicted person, who will surprise you by drawing on the deep resources of their experiences and memories (when they are able to). You will find things to do, to talk about, and to learn. This is great.

But don’t depend on this. Pain makes for a fickle friend, unfortunately. You must give the time as a sacrifice and "expect nothing" in return.

This means that you are often going to feel awkward. You are going to feel that you are not in control and, for the most part, you are going to feel unappreciated. But this is good. It means you have begun to enter into and to share the burden of the awful loneliness and intolerable dullness that are at the heart of another person's pain.

This is the way of compassion.

Some years ago, I first wrote about the foundational importance of just being-with-a-person in solidarity and love, with the sacrifice of our own time. I'm learning more and more how true this really is. Even when we have our own illnesses, needs, and hindrances (which make us all the more aware of the limits of what we can do, physically, to improve the situations of others), we cannot forget those who have been entrusted to us interpersonally—those who need our love, and also whatever time, presence, and care we can give them.

"Staying with one another" is at the heart of living as human beings. This is true for all of us.

I would say especially to young people, and to all those who are blessed with lots of energy, good health, and emotional stability: "Your vitality and constructive aspirations are a joy to me! Live fully, with love for God and one another. You have natural gifts that predispose you to the corporal works of mercy (among other things), and you can also grow in the life of grace and as human persons through the sacrifices of this kind of service.

"There are many ways to help those in need. By all means use your energy to assist with the many practical difficulties that sick and suffering people (and their families) must endure. But please do not forget that deeper and harder sacrifice of sharing time with the person in pain. Simple love passes through time, patience, and perseverance and entails the willingness not merely to 'help' but also to suffer with the person."

Sunday, March 3, 2019

The Trumpet Will Sound...

Saint Paul preaches to the Corinthians about the mystery of the resurrection, the victory of Jesus Christ over death and the hope of eternal life. This is what gives value to life in the present age, and gives us the courage to persevere through every moment of time and every difficulty, to do His will and trust in His mercy.

"Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?

The sting of death is sin,
and the power of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God who gives us the victory
through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Therefore, my beloved brothers and sisters,
be firm, steadfast, always fully devoted to the work of the Lord,
knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain"
(1 Corinthians 15:54-58).

Saturday, March 2, 2019

March Comes in Like Linus

So, it's ... March. Already. 

So far it's ☁☁! Linus is my go-to coffee mug lately.😉

Friday, March 1, 2019

Avril Lavigne's Got Her "Head Above Water" & Her Voice Strong

After her long and painful battle with Lyme Disease, Avril Lavigne is happily in remission and making new music. Her new full length album Head Above Water was released on February 15, with twelve songs including the powerful and inspiring title track that meant a lot to me personally when it was released last Fall.

I could definitely relate to that song, in its overall imagery and in the very poignant prayer it articulated. (I wrote an article about it on this blog back in September - see HERE.)

Now there's a whole new "big record." Woot!⭐ I am really excited for her. She did it! She's got the Lyme under control. She managed to write, record, and release a full length album. I'm amazed. Knowing what I know about music and Lyme, I feel ... proud of her!

This weird disease brings together people from many different backgrounds and circumstances of life, who find that they share a common experience that can be difficult for others to understand. We have learned to appreciate one another's very particular (and sometimes very peculiar) sufferings, struggles, setbacks, victories, and overall tenacity.

Thus the old, gray-bearded professor discovers a surprising sense of "kinship" with a performer who, through most of her career, has been known as the Punk-Pop Princess.

Actually, it's not completely surprising. The professor is himself a guitarist (and was once a pretty good one too), and anyone who reads this blog knows he keeps an eye on contemporary music.

But still... my interests more recently have been with independent music and emerging venues like YouTube (and now, Instagram), rather than mainstream pop. Moreover, during the years of Avril Lavigne's rise to international superstardom, I was going through the worst period of my own Lyme odyssey. It was only when she announced her illness in 2015 that I thought, "Oh, I should find out more about her," and began to listen to her music.

There was a lot of music: five albums and five world tours in 12 years. There was also the whole "Avril Phenomenon," which hits many of the themes I continue to examine in my Media Studies Project. Avril's image is an example of the workings of our enormously "expanded" collective imagination; it's a multimedia story we've "seen," "heard," and "read about" from her own performances and recordings, along with countless media-generated interpretations. It has been woven together - moreover - during a time of rapid transition in media technology.

On the "outside," it has all the elements of the classic "rock 'n roll fairy tale": talented small town kid gets 'discovered' by record exec, makes the album her way, becomes an overnight sensation and, eventually, a generational icon. Wow, awesome!

It also has (on the outside) some of the elements of the classic "rock 'n roll cautionary tale" of life-spiraling-out-of-control: ambitious kid with complex personality and (perhaps) unresolved issues becomes famous rock star too young too fast, is bombarded and "traumatized" by hyper-exposure to the immense power of the whole realm of modern high-speed brain-and-body-stretching technology; she travels the world, is seen and heard (live or through media) by millions of people, has a total blast, parties hard, and is constantly hounded by paparazzi who usually end up with pictures of her flipping them off. Nevertheless, she has her remaining adolescence and young adulthood relentlessly scrutinized and distorted by tabloid gossip.

She puts out more hit records, and experiments with various musical and fashion styles - which cause some to think she's having an identity crisis and others to create an "Avril is Dead" conspiracy theory in which she is replaced by a double (or a clone). She tries marriage twice and goes through other relationships, ends up partying even harder and drinking (probably too much) and singing about partying and drinking and "getting wasted" and "never growing up." Then she CRASHES!, before the age of 30, and disappears.

Did I miss anything? In any case, you get the idea.

Sounds like a template for a celebrity melodrama (except the "crash" at the "end" comes from a place entirely different from what the script usually calls for).

But this story is not the real story of a human being. It's a distorted projection of superficial impressions that gets in the way of what the artist is trying to express through her creative work. Obviously, the story is connected to some real and not always edifying events, some difficulties, excesses, and flaws. And the artist contributes to the cultivation of this Big Story, more or less voluntarily. An artist's ego seeks attention, but real artistic sensibility is not long satisfied with this kind of attention. Yet "the music business" can make artists feel trapped in the perpetuation of this external image. We also trap them with our expectations and our fickleness.

As for the "inside" of the story ... well, we have no room for an "inside," because that requires respect for privacy, and the recognition of the ambivalence of a human life in progress, with unresolved problems and paradoxes that defy categorization. We have to admit that we don't really know and don't understand most of the story of any person.

A human story is always more profound than what we can see "on the outside," and has deeper dimensions than even the particular personal subject can express from within. We can recognize some of the good that people do, as well as some of their limits, mistakes, selfishness, and violence. We can help them according to our responsibility in relation to them. Too often, however, we prefer to divert ourselves (and one another) with misplaced curiosity and caricatures of people that can be manipulated to our own perceived advantage.

Obviously, the work of people in our social spotlights is subject to both appreciative and critical evaluation. It is also important to make a mature assessment of where, when, and in what manner it can be integrated into the pedagogical environment of the children and adolescents entrusted to us, whose humanity we want to educate as much as possible toward an integral realism and encompassing compassion.

But instead of making these efforts, we usually settle for the superficial and the sensational. We are caught up in the rootless momentum of our wildly powerful, "driven" society that does not know where it is going and does not care about the wreckage it leaves behind. People in the spotlight are "lit up" enormously (and usually fleetingly) into gigantic caricatures for our adulation, excessive expectations, the indulgence of our invasive curiosity, and as objects on which we project our own fantasies of grandeur. Too often, they end up as targets of our dissatisfaction, rage, or open contempt.

Our culture's strange obsession with "celebrities" says more about us than it does about the actors, entertainers, public figures, and artists that we alternately idolize and skewer.

How can a person with an artistic vocation and with the precise, often burdensome focus of an artistic temperament possibly survive in an environment such as this? That is an enormous question. Let me put on the table something we can begin to handle: "What are we expecting from our popular music artists in these times when everything is too big, too fast, too much?"

I want to look at the value of their art, in relation to the whole range of the analogous predication of beauty, a range as wide and diverse as the whole world of being itself. What does that mean? Well, for starters, I want a musician to make good music. I want a songwriter to write good songs and a singer to sing them in a way that brings them to life.

This brings us back to Avril Lavigne. (I have not forgotten about her.😉)

Avril has proven consistently that she can write and sing songs that range over a wide spectrum of emotions. Her artistry is direct, intuitive, even visceral when she grasps a theme and drives it home with the whole force of her distinctive voice. This means more than volume and pitch (though she has plenty of both); it's her whole way of enunciating the right phrase at the right moment with the right emotional intensity so that it wafts through the ears or cuts down to the bone.

The words of her songs are usually simple; the key is the coherence between a phrase and her very particular, dramatically gauged articulation of it. I sometimes say that my favorite lyrics of Avril are "Yeah," "nana" and "lalalala." She knows just where and how to insert them. Her singing voice is her own unique craft, and as such she can "own" songs that would ordinarily be classified under different genres.

There's even a real CD. With a booklet. Like the olden days!
When she was 17, someone asked her what genre her music belonged in, and she responded without batting an eye: "it's 'Avril Lavigne'!"

This is especially evident on the new album. Critics have complained that Avril doesn't have a coherent style. They accuse her of dabbling, going through the motions, singing a bunch of generic songs,

They are not listening!

Some music critics seem to have already made up their minds that this album is just the last chapter (or the epilogue) to "the Avril Story" that I outlined above. Because that story is "so over" - it's "so last decade;" this album is a comback "attempt" that "falls flat." "She hasn't kept up with the trends in music." "It needs more of this, it needs less of this." Blah blah blah.

I don't agree.

I have listened to the Head Above Water album several times over the past two weeks. It's overall a very good piece of work. Her voice is stronger and more agile than ever, and she makes full use of it. The singing is solid and has some epic moments. The overall mood of the album (i.e. in most of the songs) is calmer, more mature, more subtle in its themes.

There are themes of struggle and recovery in these songs, but they are set within the context of relationships. Thus the album is not about Avril's experience with Lyme Disease, though some of the real human drama of this sickness might lie under the surface.

It's also not a "worship album" (surely no one was expecting it would be). God only gets mentioned in the title track, which was written about a particularly vivid experience during a terrible time. Another song uses some religious themes in a metaphorical way. Otherwise this is not a "religious album" except insofar as it expresses and portrays something of the drama of God's needy, often mistaken, afflicted, resilient, hopeful human creatures. That's nothing new for Avril as a songwriter, though I sense some deepening and enrichment going on.

This may be an album that ushers in a new phase in her musical career. It's not an album that "can't find its style or consistency" nor is it a "weak effort of a has-been artist" (some of these critics have got me mad, ha!) - it has a very precise style: it's genuine "Avril Lavigne."

It's a style I have come to appreciate.

Thursday, February 28, 2019

Six Years Ago: Benedict Says "Goodbye"

"In our heart, in the heart of each of you,
let there be always the joyous certainty
that the Lord is near,
that He does not abandon us,
that He is near to us
and that He surrounds us with His love."

~Benedict XVI (from his final public address, 2/28/2013)

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

More from the "Art Gallery"

Here are a few pieces of digital art that I have posted elsewhere on my media accounts. I put some time into these and I'm happy with how they turned out.

Titles are below each piece.

"Vine and Tree Bark"

"X Tiles"

"Antique Books"

Monday, February 25, 2019

Finding New Ways to Love in the Epoch of Power

Don't judge. Don't condemn.

Everybody is quick to say, "Of course not. We shouldn't judge anybody." Yet we don't really know what we're talking about.

There are lots of things to be said about this point. I just want to indicate the fact that, too often, what we mean by "being non-judgmental" is actually "being uninvolved."

We think "don't judge" means "don't take the risk of grappling in a real human relationship with a person who is different from us, much less a person who needs help." We talk about "tolerance" but what we mean is that we don't care about anybody beyond ourselves and/or our own group. Under the disguise of superficial sentimental expressions of mutual affirmation, we are growing more isolated from one another.

But Jesus says that instead of judging and condemning one another we must love one another, give of ourselves to one another, forgive one another. This has never been easy, and in today's world it is in some ways harder than ever.

We are still at the threshold of an emerging "new epoch" dominated by power, and we must endure all the tumultuous intensity of its unprecedented experiments in "stretching" the capacities of human persons and environments. Finding ourselves in this bewildering and conflicted ambient, many of us are confused about our own identity, afflicted by trauma, and desperate to protect ourselves.

God alone judges us, and perhaps we can better appreciate this as a blessing. Even as the Lord sees us entirely and scrutinizes our hidden faults, he also knows all the complex circumstances that constrain us and that can diminish somewhat (and even to a significant degree) our culpability.

This brave new world, with its unprecedented and ongoing multiplication of so many kinds of power, smashes and breaks people in the places where they are vulnerable. It's a world of constant mental strain, and those who cannot keep up with the pace of its relentless, absorbing expansion of forces—or at least manage the stress—must shift through the wreckage it leaves behind in themselves.

These are traumatic times. Not surprisingly, many of us are traumatized. Naturally, we are trying to protect ourselves, and we seek out various forms of isolation, motivated by a combination of fear and the instinct for survival.

A few of us can try to hold on strictly by ourselves; we are the intellectuals who analyze everything and commit to nothing. More often, we are isolated "together" behind the fortress walls of our tribes—our illusory substitutes for commitment and community—bound together by violence and fear and the desire to make war on others.

But the light of the Gospel shines even in times like these. The Gospel addresses our whole humanity, and its power not only brings eternal life but also offers the best hope of subordinating the vast scope of our power to the wisdom of an integral humanism and a deeper awareness of the dignity of the person.

Jesus says "stop judging" and "stop condemning," but at the same time he says, "Give..." which is akin to the exhortation to love, to suffer for the sake of justice, to lose ourselves for his sake so that we might truly find ourselves.

But he does not only exhort us. He draws us on the path that he himself has made through the cross to the resurrection.

Perhaps the closest step in this journey for each one of us is expressed in the words of this text that echo the Lord's Prayer: "Forgive and you will be forgiven."

Every time we pray the prayer Jesus gave us, we implore God our Father for the fulfillment of all reality and of our own lives: for our daily bread, for his will, for deliverance from evil, for the coming of his kingdom.

In the midst of these pleadings, we make one petition in explicit relation to our own conduct: "Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us."

The call to forgive others appears to be laden with psychological associations that can seem crushing insofar as we have been deeply hurt by others. But there is no simple formula for expressing how the psychological and emotional profile of forgiveness should play itself out in a person's subjective experience. Wherever we may feel ourselves to be, we can only turn to God and beg him to empower us to give him what he asks of us.

God always loves us first. He wants to heal us and to open our hearts to receive his forgiveness and share it with others. Jesus came for forgiveness of sins. He came with the readiness to pour out a good measure, an overflowing love by which we might love him and one another.

He promises that good measure, and even now he prompts us to ask him to change us, to make us capable of receiving it, to be freed for the outpouring of forgiveness. He will show us the way and he will carry us on his shoulders.

Saturday, February 23, 2019

Baseball in February, Woo Hoo!

It's February 23, 2019 and I am watching Washington Nationals (Spring Training) BASEBALL! 

On TV! Live!⚾⚾⚾

Max Scherzer pitched two innings and I took some pics of the television screen (cuz I'm a nut😜). 

Ah, ahhh, ahhhhh yeah!🌴The Game. is. BACK!😉⚾

Friday, February 22, 2019

Luigi Giussani: The Real Deal

Monsignor Luigi Giussani died 14 years ago today after a lengthy illness.

It does seem like a long time since 2005. We are now well into the 21st century. A generation of children have grown up since those days (including our three oldest). Yet the impact of Father Giussani's long life of Catholic Christian witness continues to grow.

This picture shows Giussani as I remember him nearly thirty years ago, with his big earthy face and gravelly voice, his pile of books and his emphatic gestures, his wisdom and his passion: a "teacher of humanity," John Paul II called him. He certainly taught mine.

In an era full of religious pretenders, Giussani was "the real deal." He was a humble man and a true father in Christ, a man who spent a long and often challenging life pointing to Christ, whose personal counsel I will always treasure and whose witness continues to be vital to my own life.

Last month was the eighth anniversary of this blog. The very first post in January of 2011 was a quotation from him that I like to recall, not because it's "his words" but because it helps me remember who Jesus is, and why I exist, and what is really at stake in life - why it's worth it to live every day.

"He was touched, or better, wounded, by the desire for beauty. He was not satisfied with any beauty whatever, a banal beauty, he was looking rather for Beauty itself, infinite Beauty, and thus he found Christ, in Christ true beauty, the path of life, the true joy" (Joseph Cardinal Ratzinger [two months before he was elected Pope Benedict XVI], from the homily at the funeral of Luigi Giussani).

Thursday, February 21, 2019

February in Virginia: A Comedy in Three Acts

It's not unusual for any given forty eight hours to be so meteorologically crazy this time of year in our beautiful state. So the past few days haven't been surprising.

Nevertheless, I chronicled the ups and downs and precipitation changes in three posts on my social media accounts. In the end, there is some humor in it, and something like heroism from some plucky, all-weather plants.

[1] February 19:

[2] February 20:

[3] February 21:

What can I say? The Rhododendron ROCKS!😉

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Rose Study Number 8

Here is my first "Rose Study" of 2019, which makes use of an original photograph and a wide variety of digital media tools for alterations, color, shading, texture, and setting. We call it "Rose Study Number 8."

Monday, February 18, 2019

Why is it So Hard to "Ask For Help"?

"There is no shame in 'asking for help,'" we always say to one another. And we are sincere in this conviction. We know this should be true, and we are learning more and trying harder to respond with awareness of this truth.

And yet, so many people refuse to ask for help. There are lots of resources available that provide various forms of assistance to people who find themselves impoverished by physical and/or mental sufferings. But too often we don't ask.

Why does it seem so hard to ask? Certainly, it is humbling to be open about our needs, especially the ones that are easily concealed. But sometimes we hold back and keep things inside - hiding or denying even very desperate circumstances - because we have this feeling that there is no point to it, because people can't give us what we really need, what corresponds to the whole scope of ourselves and is mysteriously expressed in even the smallest individual needs. Indeed we feel fear that potential helpers will despise, abuse, or simply ignore us - that they will fail to perceive what is fundamental to us.

There is something authentic that underlies this feeling, even though it is too frequently misinterpreted as indicating the total futility of turning toward others or relying on them in any way. This can lead to an overall imprisonment in isolation, or to the proud or foolish refusal to seek any kind of help for our practical needs.

Nevertheless, what is genuine here is the sense (however obscure) that we are more profound than the quantitative sum of our particular needs. However sick, disabled, poor, or otherwise needy we may be, we are human persons - unique, worthy of respect, and with our own radical capacity to give and share a reality of immeasurable value which is our selves. In fact, the acts of "giving-and-receiving-help" take place in the realm of interpersonal relationships.

"Asking for help" is really hard, therefore, not only because of our pride, but also because we know that no one can ultimately "solve" our problem - we cannot be attended to, "fixed," and dispatched in such a way as to disregard or dismiss the (personal) preciousness and mysterious fragility of our selves as persons with our particular humanity. Our need for practical help is important, but it is not sufficient in human terms to just have our immediate practical needs taken care of without any experience of being engaged as persons.

There are reasons why people feel degraded by "depending on charity" and one of them is that they can feel reduced to mere objects of the energy and generosity of others. This is something distinct from a lack of gratitude for the help of others. Rather, it arises when other people use "the poor" as a means to feel satisfied with their own generosity (or their being "charitable"); when their "help" - though very real in meeting a momentary need - communicates a sense of superiority and justifies their distance from the persons of the poor, and their complacency with the exclusion of the poor "to the margins" of interpersonal participation in human society.

It is important to realize that the poor know (on some level) when they're being used. They take what is given to them, but often they harbor resentment toward their benefactors. They feel degraded and robbed of their dignity.

That is why "help" shouldn't just be "external" only (even when concrete physical needs are involved). Take a simple and obvious example: the need of the human person for food. Here we can see concrete ways to help people who lack food. Such people are obviously "poor," and we can take initiatives to help them even before they ask.

But is there the danger that such initiatives might fall short of being fully human?

We can feed the poor the way we feed a dog. We can even provide food with smiles and kind words, but it would still be like feeding our dogs if it is done without a vital awareness of our common humanity or the gifts and deeper burdens they have to share with us.

But the benefactor may be perplexed here. What else can be done?

It is not possible to reduce to a simple pragmatic formula or set of rules how to respond to the sufferings and the needs of another human person. The human need for food (an example which seems so quantifiable) is always the need of a human person - it is a physical need, but also a need for something more.

Hunger has a story, a personal story. It is linked to other difficult and tragic circumstances in the vocational journey of a human person. It bears the wounds of desperation, exclusion, failure, and - all too often - injustice.

These are overwhelming problems, and they are personal to each of "the poor." Clearly, we must help these persons with love. But how?

The art of being human is a continual learning process, and perhaps we feel we don't know how to love persons in need (or how to love this particular person in the context of the help we give them for this particular need). We can ladle out soup and distribute bread all day and still fall short in love! This does not mean we should give up this work or whatever other kinds of help we offer to people. Rather, it is already the beginning of something new when we realize the deep deficiency of our efforts to "do works of mercy." In this way, we begin to discover our own poverty.

It changes our perspective: we the "helpers" do not stand in any kind of personal superiority over the ones we help. The greatest need - to give and receive love - is something we all share.

For those of us rich in material things, skills, knowledge, energy, etc. this can be a surprising and humbling discovery. But this humility allows us to begin to see the person in need of help as a person humbled, a person like us.

Indeed, our needs and our sufferings are deeper than the reach of any projects or solutions. As persons we have to share one another's burdens - and that is hard for us in our culture to understand because it doesn't seem to yield a "product" that we can measure; it goes beyond the calculus of "results," and it is messy and awkward because it is interpersonal.

Sharing our gifts and burdens is the "stuff" of relationships; it builds unity between persons in freedom. It engenders solidarity and compassion. It is the source of authentic human community.

Community - in the full sense of persons-living-in-communion - is what we all desperately need.

But community is a reality that is lived, not a thing we can produce. Our best practical efforts are necessary, but not sufficient, for community to exist and be sustained. Indeed, when people try to "make" community like a product, they inevitably make conflict. It turns into a constant fight over whose ideas about "how to do it" should be used. And that's the best case scenario; much worse is when a group or individual become dictators to whom everyone must conform.

Real human community is the hardest thing in the world. In front of this great need we are all profoundly poor. We must "ask for help" from a source greater than ourselves; a source that doesn't impose some degrading, reductive, mechanical solution that flattens us, but rather corresponds to the depths of each of us and all of us, a source that gives and empowers our freedom and enables us to grow.

Within this great seeking of the source of ourselves and our common humanity, we will begin to find more adequate ways of taking care of people in their particular needs. We will grow in wisdom.

If we want to build up an environment where people really do feel encouraged to "ask for help," there are many ways we need to grow as persons. Here we are looking at one of those ways. We are recognizing that we must grow in the capacity to be more open about our own suffering. This is not easy. But when we admit that acknowledging our fragility and our need for love is hard for us (and it is hard), we have already begun to open up our lives. We are learning about love and the suffering that love entails: both active loving and the openness to receive love from others. (The "suffering of love," when freely embraced, is called sacrifice. This is a fundamental mystery of life that we will consider more fully in another article.)

We are learning to help one another.

It is difficult for all of us to live this way, to live as persons in communion, to share one another's burdens. It takes patience and work, including patience with ourselves. This follows a path of "gradualness" - it is a complex human thing that grows "organically" (according to our growth in wisdom, not as the simple application of a technique or the imposition of an ideology). And, of course, it is something built up through respect for human dignity and freedom.

Finally, it is a life we receive from the One who is the source of our existence, our value as persons, and our aspiration to be together - the One we seek together, who is the source and fulfillment of everything. We must turn to Him to ask for help. He who is Love will form us in the ways of love.

Sunday, February 17, 2019

Roots That Reach The Stream

"Blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord,
whose hope is the Lord.
He is like a tree planted beside the waters
that stretches out its roots to the stream:
it fears not the heat when it comes;
its leaves stay green;
in the year of drought it shows no distress,
but still bears fruit."  .

~Jeremiah 17:7-8

Thursday, February 14, 2019

A Year Later: The Faces of Parkland

Here are the faces of the 17 students, faculty, and staff who died ONE YEAR AGO in the shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida

It's a gesture of humanity to look upon their faces, honor their memories, and (at least) call to mind and heart the incomprehensible grief their families continue to bear

For me, a moment of silence, sorrow for them, and anguish in the face of the violence that seems to grow more brazen and open and ruthless - in so many ways - in our poor world.

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Grammys 2019: A "Victory for Victoria"

I don't know if I have written about this remarkable young artist yet on the blog. She won two Grammys on Sunday night.
Tori Kelly's recognition is the best thing about the 2019 Grammy Awards. Her unique Gospel album is at times intense, at times introspective, at times serene, but the pervasive "vibe," if I may call it that (and why not?) is JOY.

I will write more about her. TK has more new Pop/R&B music coming out in the months ahead. Meanwhile Hiding Place is a beautiful and enduring event, a celebration of music that touches our souls and gets us to move our feet.

Thank you, Tori, and also Kirk Franklin and all of the incredible musicians and singers who participated in this superb project.❗🎶⭐

Monday, February 11, 2019

Mary, Our Mother, Truly Cares For Us

February 11 is the memorial of Our Lady of Lourdes and the "World Day of Prayer for the Sick." It's a day that has this special dedication, so that we might remember to pray for sick and suffering people every day, in particular those who have been entrusted to us. There are many kinds of healing that the Lord accomplishes in our lives through our merciful Mother Mary. For we are all much in need of healing. 

Occasionally there are great miracles that astonish us all, luminous events that cannot be explained by any natural causes, that only become more amazing when their details are closely studied. 

But most of the time, mercy comes in simple and apparently "ordinary" ways. God's good and loving care, accompanied by Mary's maternal intercession, works mysteriously to bring us the profound healing we may not even know we need. His (and her) priority is always our ultimate, definitive destiny of eternal life. Still, mercy embraces the integral good of the person, and the One who became human and loves us with a human heart is close to us in all our needs. 

In His goodness He has also given us the gift of Mary's particular tenderness. The mother of our Savior is our mother. This does not imply that the love of Christ is "not enough" in itself for our salvation. Quite the opposite. Christ's love is super-abundant, and out of this immeasurable richness He associates Mary's maternal love in all that He does for us. 

How beautiful, how intimately human it is, that Jesus - in making us His brothers and sisters - gives us His mother Mary to be our mother. 

And she is truly a mother to us. She cares, specifically, for each and every one of us. We can bring everything to her, because we are her children, and she will deepen our confidence in the Lord and carry us through even the most inscrutable difficulties in life, keeping us close to her Son. 

We are never orphans.

Sunday, February 10, 2019

Christina Grimmie, Always Grateful...

She was always grateful.💚🎵

Today marks 32 months, and Christina Grimmie's circle of frands keeps growing.

Saturday, February 9, 2019

The Mystery Comes Close to Our Flesh and Bones

"The Absolute, the Mystery, is Father.... This truth that Christ has revealed does not diminish the Absolute. Rather, it deepens our knowledge of the mystery: Our Father who art at the depths, who art in heaven, Our Father who art in my profound roots, Thou who art now making me in this instant, who generate my path and guide me to my destiny! You can no longer retract after hearing these words of God. You can no longer go back. But, at the same time, the mystery remains, remains more profound: God is father, but he is father like no other is father. The revealed term carries the mystery further within you, closer to your flesh and bones, and you really feel it in a familiar way, as a son or daughter. There is no one who respects the sense of truth and is as devoted to his father as when the father is an intimate companion" (Luigi Giussani).

Friday, February 8, 2019

Winter Scenes

We've had warm days and cold days, sunny days and snow days, and some brilliant sunsets already in the first six weeks of 2019.