Journey of the Magi

Journey of the Magi

   by T. S. Eliot (1927)

“A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.”
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.

Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arriving at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.

All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.

“The Holy Exchange That Restores Our Life”

From an optional Preface for the Christmas Season:

“The Fullness of Time Has Reached Us”

“Reflecting on our life experience, we are continually astonished by how ultimately short and ephemeral life is. So we often find ourselves asking: what meaning can we give to our days? What meaning, in particular, can we give to the days of toil and grief? This is a question that permeates history, indeed it runs through the heart of every generation and every individual. But there is an answer: it is written on the face of a Child who was born in Bethlehem two thousand years ago, and is today the Living One, risen for ever from the dead. From within the fabric of humanity, rent asunder by so much injustice, wickedness and violence, there bursts forth in an unforeseen way the joyful and liberating novelty of Christ our Saviour, who leads us to contemplate the goodness and tenderness of God through the mystery of his Incarnation and Birth. The everlasting God has entered our history and he remains present in a unique way in the person of Jesus, his incarnate Son, our Saviour, who came down to earth to renew humanity radically and to free us from sin and death, to raise us to the dignity of God's children. Christmas not only recalls the historical fulfilment of this truth that concerns us directly, but in a mysterious and real way, gives it to us afresh....

"’When the time had fully come, God sent forth his Son, born of woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as sons’" (Gal 4:4-5). These words penetrate the heart of the history of us all and illumine it, or rather, they save it, because since the Day of the Lord's Nativity, the fullness of time has reached us. So there is no more room for anxiety in the face of time that passes, never to return; now there is room for unlimited trust in God, by whom we know we are loved, for whom we live and to whom our life is directed as we await his definitive return. Since the Saviour came down from heaven, man has ceased to be the slave of time that passes to no avail, marked by toil, sadness and pain. Man is son of a God who has entered time so as to redeem it from meaninglessness and negativity, a God who has redeemed all humanity, giving it everlasting love as a new perspective of life.”

~Pope Benedict XVI, from the Homily at First Vespers of the Octave of Christmas, December 31, 2011

The Catholic Conversion of Saint Elizabeth Seton

On this feast day of Saint Elizabeth Seton, I am sharing the text of my article on her “conversion story” as it appeared in my monthly column in Magnificat, in the August 2017 issue.

Elizabeth Seton, America’s first canonized saint, entered the Catholic Church at the age of 30 after a long, profound, and beautiful Christian and human journey. Born in New York in 1774, the influence of her mother's family helped her to find Christ and begin to follow Him within the Episcopalian (Anglican) tradition. As a Protestant, young Elizabeth was devoted to reading and meditating on Scripture and doing works of mercy. Meanwhile, as a member of New York's refined society, she received a thorough education, made connections, and at the age of nineteen married William Seton, whose family shipping business carried goods from the port of New York to many places in Europe.

In nearly ten years of marriage, William and Elizabeth Seton had five children, and Elizabeth assisted her husband with managing the business during difficult times. She continued to grow in her faith, entrusting everything in life to God's providence. During this time, however, William's health declined, and they decided to go to Italy in the hope that a change of climate might help him recuperate. William had formed a strong friendship with two remarkable Italian merchants in Livorno, Filippo and Antonio Filicchi. The Filicchis were devoted Catholics, and this trip would be decisive for Elizabeth's future.

William grew worse on the voyage, and when they arrived in Livorno he was on the point of death. With the Filicchi family's help, Elizabeth cared for her beloved husband in his last days and helped him embrace faith in Christ before his death in 1803. In her grief, the Filicchis welcomed her into their family circle. In the ensuing weeks, Elizabeth found herself naturally immersed in the home life of a Catholic family. Through the ordinary circumstances of their lives, their conversation and explanations, and their affection and friendship, Filippo and Mary, Antonio and Amabilia Filicchi, their children and households touched Elizabeth's heart and opened her to the fullness of Catholic faith. Above all, the ardent love, joy, and intimacy they experienced in the Mass drew Elizabeth to discover the incomparable truth of Christ's real presence in the Blessed Sacrament. She was deeply struck by the way Jesus, whom she already loved and to whom she had already entrusted her own life, was so concrete and so accessible to His people in the Eucharist.

Elizabeth had come to love the Catholic Church through her friends the Filicchis in Italy, but when she returned to Protestant-dominated America, she didn’t know what to do. She wrestled with uncertainties and fears even as she continued to be powerfully drawn to Jesus in the Eucharist. Antonio Filicchi encouraged her to write to a priest he knew in Boston, who counseled her to trust in the God whose grace was bringing her to the fullness of Catholic faith. Thus she determined to rely on Jesus completely, and to follow His call. In the face of opposition from family and her social milieu, but also with the support of her new friends who had pointed out the way to her, Elizabeth Seton was received into the Catholic Church on March 14, 1805. The early adventures of her life had led to this great fruition. Her later journey into consecrated life, to becoming the foundress of a religious community, and to sanctity was soon to begin.

“Professor Ratzinger’s Classroom”

In this picture, Josef Ratzinger was 62, less than three years older than I am today. The “young student” (look at all the hair I had!😮😉) had just turned 27. That means in this picture I am only a year and a half older than my son John Paul is today. …. Ah, time! “Life is short,” even if one lives to be 95 like the late Papa Benedict/Josef Ratzinger. 

But I can’t measure the vitality and beauty of this question-and-answer session he had with just the students in a classroom following his public lecture that evening. It was a vibrant “conversation” about the-things-that-really-matter. I realized how much this man loved being in a classroom with students, and what a profound and difficult sacrifice he was making every day by following the will of Christ and serving the Church through taking on the “official role” and the many complex tasks of discernment required of him as (then) Cardinal-Prefect of the CDF. That evening, it was so clear that he was above all a simple and humble man, who loved to seek wisdom within a companionship of people who shared his desire to ponder more deeply the mystery of God, and of human persons created for the love of this God who came to be with us and save us. 

So much has happened since January 1990, but the hour-or-so that I spent with my fellow students in “Professor Ratzinger’s classroom” was something of a foretaste of eternity. And his hosts had to practically drag him away, finally—I think he would have gladly stayed with us late into the night!

I pray that one day we will all share with him forever in God’s eternal life and love.

JJ Tries To “Save Face” After Six Decades

Well, the day has come. The “mug shots” give an overview of the specimen as he closes in on Senior Citizenship.😉

I have turned 60 years old. It was a lovely day to visit with family, have another wonderful meal, and go walking in the unseasonably warm January weather. It was a “Happy Birthday,” indeed. I’ll probably stretch out my celebration all through the week (or even the month?) — or, at least that’s what I’ll tell myself when I feel like goofing off.

The truth is: time is a precious thing. I don’t want to waste it. I shall continue—relentlessly—to plod through what has been given to me, for the time that remains to me. As I’ve said before, my “plodding” is not lazy; it is simply my speed, and if I do it faithfully it is enthusiastic, engaged, and grateful.

Sometimes, of course, I am just lazy… or procrastinating, or tired, or anxious, or “stuck,” or depressed, or some combination of these things.

One source of inspiration for me is having a “young face” around. She came to my birthday dinner.☺️

Benedict XVI Goes Home to God

On this last day of the year 2022, Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI—nearly ten years after his historic resignation of the papacy—was called to eternal life. He died peacefully this morning after a brief illness, at the Mater Ecclesiae monastery in the Vatican, where he has lived in prayer and simplicity since March 2013. He was 95 years old.

Much has already been said on this Blog about the greatness of Josef Ratzinger/Benedict XVI as Pope, bishop, theologian, and man-of-the-Church. In the new year I will have to revisit those pages and ponder anew my gratitude for his life. No doubt the last decade—the final chapter of his life of service to the Lord in His Church—has enriched us all in ways beyond our understanding. His witness to Christ, his brilliant theology, and the depth of his magisterial teaching remain as an accessible legacy for us and for generations to come.

May the God who is Love reward him now in the fullness of the divine embrace, in the glory of eternal life.

“How should we Christians respond to the question of death? We respond with faith in God, with a gaze of firm hope founded on the death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ. So, death opens to life, to eternal life, which is not an infinite duplicate of the present time, but something completely new. Faith tells us that the true immortality for which we hope is not an idea, a concept, but a relationship of full communion with the living God: it is resting in his hands, in his love, and becoming in him one with all the brothers and sisters that he has created and redeemed, with all Creation. Our hope, then, lies in the love of God that shines resplendent from the Cross of Christ who lets Jesus’ words to the good thief: ‘Today you will be with me in Paradise’ (Luke 23:43) resound in our heart. This is life in its fullness: life in God; a life of which we now have only a glimpse as one sees blue sky through fog” (Benedict XVI, Homily, November 3, 2012).

Life at 60 Years Old Seems Strange For “My Generation”

I would like to conclude 2022 by looking forward to a curious event that is approaching on the heels of the new year of 2023–my 60th birthday on January 2. It feels peculiar to be turning 60, in part because I’m a peculiar person. I look at other folks in their 60s (or higher) and they’re still bouncing around all over the place. Whereas I cannot bounce much at all. My body moves like an old turtle, and has for some years. It still moves, but it’s not getting any faster.

Nevertheless, on a gorgeous sunny afternoon like we had today, I will go out and “turtle my way” along the quiet roads of our neighborhood that I know so well, but that have only grown richer with time.

Often my body “feels” older than I am. But the other strange thing is the emotional immaturity that I still find within myself. In many ways I still don’t feel “grown up.” I grew up in the 1970s, when life in the affluent world was changing in so many ways—with many positive developments, but with much that was bewildering, tumultuous, and ultimately disappointing. My generation (the “late-boomers”/early-genX bunch) was “thrown” into a huge world of seemingly boundless possibilities but very little wisdom for how to choose rightly and grow well. There were also dangers and traps everywhere. We fell into them and got hurt, sometimes badly. So we are a bit emotionally misshapen, and I think that causes peculiar kinds of frustration and suffering as we get older.

Still, I have hope for myself and my generation as we move forward, whatever the ways we may still be confused and broken. I made this video today, out in the sun, as I considered these things:

I wish you all a very Happy New Year and continued Christmas Season.

The Gift of God’s Merciful Love

God has made Himself small. He has come among us in poverty and vulnerability.

The incomprehen- sibility of God is not that of an irrational, alien cosmic dictator who makes up rules that infringe on our otherwise autonomous self-sufficient personality, and who threatens us with violence if we don't comply. This is the strange idea born of servile fear. Indeed, God is truly incomprehensible, but His is the incomprehensibility of Love.

We come to pray to God, and at Christmas we gaze upon the image of a baby.

Not because we thought it would be a good idea to represent God as a baby, but because God really became a baby.

We didn't make this up. It happened. God came into the world. He made Himself "small" so that He could enter into our lives. 

What does this mean for us? We can only grasp this by faith. We can only live the reality of this by trust and love. Let us ask the Lord to stir up this faith, trust, and love in our hearts.

If we let God into our hearts—the God who has become so small for our sake—we will begin to discover what this is all about. God has come to us. God has given everything. He has poured Himself out in Love. He can do this because He is Love.

And He has come to be the One who accompanies us in our misery and leads us out and beyond all of it. The fullness of the revelation of God’s love is mercy.

This baby is God's mercy. The God who is Love wants to be close to us, to save us. His name is Jesus.

Jesus is the gift of God’s merciful Love to the world, to restore—indeed to transform—human beings into His image and likeness. He is the reason for the joy that calls out to our hearts at Christmas.

“We Have Touched With Our Hands...The Word of Life”

Today is the third day of Christmas, and the celebration of Saint John the Evangelist, witness of the Word Incarnate.

What was from the beginning, what we have heard, what we have seen with our eyes, what we have looked at and touched with our hands, concerning the Word of life—this life was revealed, and we have seen it and testify to it, and declare to you the eternal life that was with the Father and was revealed to us. We declare to you what we have seen and heard so that you also may have fellowship with us; and truly our fellowship is with the Father and with his Son Jesus Christ. We are writing these things so that our joy may be complete” (1 John 1:1-4).

[Image: William Congdon, “Nativity” (1960)]

The Word became flesh. Beauty, Truth, Goodness, Justice, Love became flesh. The Mystery who makes me exist and who awakens in my heart the fascination with reality and the desire for the fullness of life became flesh. He has come, because He wants to stay with me, to make me His brother, to make us all brothers and sisters of Him, and of one another.

How easy to forget, to study all these things, to study the words and even “the Word” and miss His presence, His wanting-to-be-with-us right now in this moment.

I always need help every day to remember that He is here.

Merry Christmas 2022

Merry Christmas!

I had to put together our “virtual card” quickly this year. It wasn’t too hard, however, because I had a “recent family picture” on hand. It may look familiar to you.😉

Merry Christmas 2022 from the Janaros… umm… and I’m including Lucia Janaro Rego (she’s the one in the white dress, lol) and her husband Mike Rego. They are having Christmas in New Jersey, and then coming down here on the 28th. So this whole bunch will be together for another “Christmas Week” celebration on the 29th (which happens to be my late mother’s birthday, so that’s another good reason to gather).

More Christmas Day pictures are coming, and may even be added to this post as time goes by. This Christmas was lots of fun for Maria, who was the “star”⭐️ of the party and got the most presents. Meanwhile, I found consolation in having family members together to celebrate the birth of Jesus, who is the source of all our joys, and our strength in the midst of trials.

Thank you, Jesus, for everything.

Here are Papa and Maria saying “Merry Christmas!”☺️

“God Draws Near…”

Christmas Vigil, 2022:

Franco Harris Finishes the Race

Rest In Peace, Franco Harris.🏈

The 72-year-old Hall of Fame running back—who played for the Pittsburgh Steelers in the “glory days” when they won four Super Bowls and fielded one of the most awesome teams in American Football history—passed away unexpectedly at his home on Tuesday of an undisclosed illness. 

His death at this time has an added poignancy, coming three days short of today, the 50th anniversary of a play he made in his rookie season that transformed last-minute defeat into astonishing victory in a playoff game against the Oakland Raiders. Numerous polls of sports experts and fans alike in the U.S.A. have rated it the greatest play in sports history.

I remember this incredible afternoon so well, though it was 50 years ago.

The Steelers trailed 7-6 with only a few seconds left on the clock. On 4th down, Terry Bradshaw threw a desperate pass to Frenchy Fuqua. What followed is best expressed in the words that still echo in my mind:

”And the pass is deflected, incomplete… but WAIT, Franco Harris comes up with the football! FRANCO HARRIS IS RUNNING WITH THE FOOTBALL!! Franco Harris is running down the field. He’s running into the end zone FOR A TOUCHDOWN!!!” 

My father, my brother, and I were there… in front of the radio in our house in Pittsburgh listening to the Steelers radio announcer broadcasting the game to local blacked-out Steelers fans (home games were not televised in the teams’ local areas back then). It was Sunday afternoon, December 23, 1972. Later, we saw the television replay again and again and again, but there was a kind of unforgettable craziness in first hearing it, live, on the radio. The announcers didn’t know how he’d gotten the ball. Everyone was so confused and happy. 

Franco caught the deflection near the sidelines, on the run, inches above the ground. And he just kept running. It was a “miraculous catch”—but that night, our local lovable, quirky, sports talk-show-host Myron Cope coined the term that would come to define the legend: the “Immaculate Reception.”

I was a week shy of 10 years old. I grew up in Pittsburgh in the 1970s… the “City of Champions”!🏆 I have some vivid and precious sports memories from those years growing up. I saw some great teams, great athletes, and even—in the case of the next approaching 50-year-old memory—the singular, magnificent heroism of Roberto Clemente. 

What makes all these memories most evocative for me is that they were moments I shared with my father.

Franco Harris, my Dad, Roberto Clemente—they have all gone to God now, as the Christmas Season of 2022 approaches. May God receive them into the embrace of His mercy.

Floating On Liquid Silver

“Mid-Winter Riverbank” #JJStudios

Here is an old memory. A quarter century ago, when my health was good and I was full of energy, I frequently went boating and fishing on the Shenandoah River. I remember one warm December day on the river. As the sun set at 4:30pm, the calm waters around my boat shimmered briefly with what looked like silver. For a fraction of a moment, I was floating on a mirror of liquid silver. 

I have tried many versions of this digital painting, but I can’t reproduce the color. I’m not sure it’s possible to capture the process of changing hues, glowing light and shadows, reflection and movement on that water. 

I can only say that for me it was a moment in which I was grateful for being alive.🙂

Agnese’s 24th Birthday 🙂

Happy Birthday Agnese Janaro. We love you!❤️❤️

Papa Builds a Tower (…well, He TRIES to, but…)

Papa likes to build towers by stacking Maria’s blocks. Or, rather, he likes to try. But Maria seems to get a special satisfaction from knocking them down…not because she wants to play with the blocks herself, but just because she likes to make “mischief” and get a rise out of her Papa.

It goes without saying that Papa is more than willing to be the “foil”—over and over and over again.😆☺️ But you can see for yourselves

While this video is on my YouTube channel, it is not publicly listed. The only way you can access it is through this BLOG, by using the line link provided only on this post: https://youtu.be/_P4W6MwXlQs . Or you can watch it in the screen below.

Winter Scenery

Here comes the Winter Solstice. While Southern Hemisphere places like Argentina bathe in the sunshine of Summer (as well as the World Cup), we in the North are just beginning the long DARK journey through the Winter months. It has been a cold and cloudy month of December, and I have been stiffer than usual. The wide vistas that December usually opens up around here have been somewhat more “muted” since we haven’t had many of those splendid, brief bright December days I enjoy so much.

We have scenery nonetheless, that provides material for JJStudios to work with:

The World Cup Belongs to Argentina and Lionel Messi

World Cup 2022: Argentina wins it all!🏆⚽️ And Lionel Messi—who didn’t need to prove anything to anybody—proved it anyway: he is a champion. His performance throughout the tournament was a Master Class in playing “the beautiful game.” He consistently created opportunities, set up his young teammates with brilliant passes, and did plenty of scoring too. Messi is an inspiration on and off the field. He knows his genius and the whole range of his abilities, yet he remains humble and is a model of a team player. He also seems genuinely devoted to his wife and three sons.

By any measure, Lionel Messi is one of the all-time greats. And his greatest strength is very simple: he loves the game.⚽️ 

Amigos e amigas di Argentina🇦🇷: Felicitaciones por una gran victoria.⚽️⭐️⭐️👏 

Lionel Messi siempre ha sido una inspiración para mí. 

Todos ustedes deben estar tan felices!🏆🎉🎊💥⚡️🌟 Woot woot!!!

For Christmas: “Renew Our Closeness” to Ukrainian People

At Wednesday’s General Audience, Pope Francis made a proposal for the coming celebration of Christmas that I think is worth emphasizing: “Let us renew our closeness to the martyred Ukrainian people, persevering in prayer for these brothers and sisters of ours who suffer so much. Brothers and sisters, Ukraine is suffering a lot, a lot. I would like to draw attention to the coming Christmas. It’s beautiful to celebrate Christmas, to have parties… but let's lower Christmas spending a little. Let's celebrate a more humble Christmas, with simpler gifts, and send what we can spare to the Ukrainian people, who are in need, suffer a lot, suffer from hunger and cold, and many die because they have no doctors nearby. Lest we forget: Christmas, yes; in peace with the Lord, yes, but also with the Ukrainians in the heart. Let's do a concrete gesture for them.”

How can this become a real gesture for us? There are many possibilities for offering financial assistance as a gift to the Ukrainian people. For example, the Knights of Columbus have established a special “Ukrainian Solidarity Fund”, and there are undoubtedly many other good resources that can be found with a quick Internet search.

I would like especially to recommend AVSI, since I have some eminently trustworthy friends involved in this outstanding group. AVSI is a service organization that provides specific help in various locations around the world. AVSI staff work “on the ground,” collaborating personally with local people in need, engaging in and supporting concrete projects that address real problems, and thus helping to engender and build up local communities. AVSI has been active in Ukraine for years, and has been helping refugees since the Russian invasion began. Any donations to AVSI-partnered programs in Ukraine will reach real people facing desperate circumstances during Christmas and the months ahead. A gift to AVSI will make a difference in the lives of these Ukrainian people.

In any case, let’s follow the Pope’s proposal, and keep the Ukrainians in our hearts this Christmas.

“Come To Our Rescue”

Here are some beautiful prayers from the Roman Liturgy for the third week of Advent. 

We are “grieved,” “walking amid passing things,” “await[ing] with heartfelt desire” for the “saving advent” of Christ. Our hope is in the Lord, to whom we cry, “come, we pray, to our rescue with the protection of your mercy.”