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Monday, September 3, 2012
August 6, 2012, Movies, Bikes & The Eucharist
I was walking by our youngest
daughter the other night when she was watching a movie. “What are you
watching?” I asked. Wrath of the Titans came the reply. We
exchanged knowing glances as I passed by, securing her thoughts that she would
be watching it alone. I have never been into mythology so I dismissed it
without question.
She invited my husband to watch it with her, and he did. As I passed back through the room, I caught one of the scenes and was amazed by the graphics. The crashing boulders and fire and drama--all flashing before my eyes—grabbed my attention.
After standing there for a few minutes, I was sold. A bowl of popcorn and a couple of hours later, the movie was done and my attention had held through it all.
I wonder how many things I have missed over the years simply because it wasn’t something that interested me, things that I have established in my mind that are not “me.” I suspect I am not alone in doing this. It seems easy to put limits on ourselves, doesn’t it?
For instance, my husband was talking to a guy the other night about the rails-to-trails bike paths. Made from old railroad beds, they are a unique biking experience through small towns and nature’s beauty.
While I would love to do this, I have always been a little afraid that these trails would be too hard for me, what with their 3% grade and my history of arthritis.
I know, I know, 3% is probably next to nothing, and my arthritis is in remission, but still, it seems like it would be too much. And since one day, many, many years ago I joined my husband at the local recreation area and attempted some very hilly areas on my mountain bike (which I thought would kill me on the spot), I am certain today that I should probably never again attempt anything new.
She invited my husband to watch it with her, and he did. As I passed back through the room, I caught one of the scenes and was amazed by the graphics. The crashing boulders and fire and drama--all flashing before my eyes—grabbed my attention.
After standing there for a few minutes, I was sold. A bowl of popcorn and a couple of hours later, the movie was done and my attention had held through it all.
I wonder how many things I have missed over the years simply because it wasn’t something that interested me, things that I have established in my mind that are not “me.” I suspect I am not alone in doing this. It seems easy to put limits on ourselves, doesn’t it?
For instance, my husband was talking to a guy the other night about the rails-to-trails bike paths. Made from old railroad beds, they are a unique biking experience through small towns and nature’s beauty.
While I would love to do this, I have always been a little afraid that these trails would be too hard for me, what with their 3% grade and my history of arthritis.
I know, I know, 3% is probably next to nothing, and my arthritis is in remission, but still, it seems like it would be too much. And since one day, many, many years ago I joined my husband at the local recreation area and attempted some very hilly areas on my mountain bike (which I thought would kill me on the spot), I am certain today that I should probably never again attempt anything new.
Okay, I’m exaggerating, I’m
not that bad, but my point is, it is
easy to miss out on life because of that memory card we carry in our back
pocket that we allow to shape our actions today. It is a mistake to do this when it prevents
us from being fully engaged in life.
Life here on earth, although imperfect and lacking the beatific vision
we hope to one day enjoy in heaven, is still a gift to be embraced and one for
which to be grateful.
And speaking of grateful, during
Mass the other day when the prayers for the bread and wine were being offered
and thanksgiving was being given to God for providing it, I was struck by the
realization that we would not even have the sacrifice of the Mass were it not
for God providing the “fruit of the earth and the work of human hands.”
How wonderful is this life in
Christ that we share and how great our appreciation should be for all he has
done for us. It is easy to forget that our life, in its entirety, is a gift
from God. The people that we share it
with, the material possessions we enjoy—the very fact that we even have
faith—are gifts. Even the sufferings and
challenges we experience are not outside his loving embrace.
A life lived in appreciation,
with a loving heart full of gratitude, is simply a return, an offering back to God,
for that which he has given.
Like the bread and wine which
we offer back to him for the Eucharistic sacrifice, he can transform our lives
into something more beautiful than we can ever imagine—if we are willing to
cooperate without setting conditions.
So let us remember, if we
wait for the crashing boulders and fire and drama to grab our attention, we
will be too late, for right now, today, is the best time to be thankful!
July 23, 2012, Tator Tots
I don’t get Tator Tots®.
What I mean is, I don’t understand why people like them. That
little, deep-fried barrel of fake potato, to me, just doesn’t have much flavor,
and the little flavor it does have is a far cry from any real potato I’ve ever
tasted. Of course, that’s just my
opinion.
Be that as it may, I still, of my own volition, took a free sampling of a local restaurant’s version at lunch one day. I was not impressed. They were no better than any potato barrel that has come before it. In fact, I thought it was worse than the ones you bake at home.
Looking at the outside of the infamous tots, I always think I will like them—but I never do.
Be that as it may, I still, of my own volition, took a free sampling of a local restaurant’s version at lunch one day. I was not impressed. They were no better than any potato barrel that has come before it. In fact, I thought it was worse than the ones you bake at home.
Looking at the outside of the infamous tots, I always think I will like them—but I never do.
Now the exact opposite is true for those who look at the church from the outside. Typically, they are happily surprised. After listening to the cultural voice of the day, they think they know what to expect, but when they delve deeper into the Church, they are usually shocked that what they thought they knew is often not reality.
For example, some may think the Church is out-dated and requires its members to mindlessly follow a rigid set of rules; they are usually surprised to learn just how relevant the Church actually is, that its members are thoughtful people and that there is great freedom in practicing the faith.
Here in the church, our deepest longings are satisfied. If we center our lives on the seven sacraments and the truth of God’s plan, Jesus’ fulfillment of it and how the Church continues it, everything begins to make sense.
But I realized one day that looking from the outside in, one might not understand why we do many of the things we do. More disconcerting, however, is the fact that we (on the inside) often do not understand it very well ourselves. That needs to change; perhaps we can learn a thing or two from our brothers and sisters in The South.
Speaking about Catholics flowing into Protestant Churches, Father Jay Scott Newman, Pastor of St. Mary’s Church in Greenville, S.C., said:
“. . . .those who are casual cultural and cafeteria
Catholics quickly become either ex-Catholics or evangelical Catholics, and that
is paradoxically one of the reasons why our congregation and many other
Southern parishes are flourishing: The unique challenge for Catholics seeking
to live their Christian faith in the South leaves no room for spiritual
mediocrity, doctrinal confusion, uncertain commitments or a lukewarm interior
life.” (ncregister.com, July 1, 2012)
Could it be that we have fallen into a lukewarm practice of our faith and that until we are required to explain and defend it we may remain so?
If the time ever comes when we are required to do so, will we be ready?
I would propose that the time has come, and to a large extent, we are not ready. I think the leadership of the Church is doing a good job trying to prepare us for this much-needed evangelization, but the laypeople of the church are going to really need to step into the game.
We don’t need a
theologian’s understanding of the teachings of the Church, but we do need to be
able to give witness to our love of Jesus, the Sacramental mysteries we live,
and, perhaps, a good dose of old-fashioned zeal.
Our participation in
the life of the Church, where we become equipped with the tools necessary to
live out our baptismal call of love should be evident.
I would suggest that each of us commits to being more accountable, that we strive to learn something new we can share, every day, and that we find it within ourselves to make any necessary life changes that will more closely align us with God.
It is my hope that whenever anyone takes a closer look at the Church, that what they find on the inside stands in great contrast to any negative expectations they may bring with them.
The On-Ramp, July 9, 2012
The other day I was on the on-ramp of the
expressway trying to enter the flow of traffic while following a slow-moving
car. Honestly, some people have no idea
how to get on an expressway!
It’s a strange dance we do.
Some people creep along at their own pace
and surprise everyone at the last moment by fitting in.
Other people fly in quickly, and just as
fast, they are gone.
Then there are those, like the guy I was
following that day, who move in, find their place, but still do not pay much
attention to the people around them.
The easy ones are those whose entrance is
smooth, they make appropriate adjustments, and remain happily in the pack they
have entered.
It reminds me of the initiation process
into the church--The Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults--or RCIA for short.
Like an expressway on-ramp, everyone’s
entry into the church is unique. Some people pace themselves and need
processing time. Others arrive almost
breathless, ready to move in quickly. Some people come but don’t really attach,
and, of course, there are those who have been ready for years and find
themselves at home almost immediately.
What we sometimes don’t realize is that
Baptism is the true mode of entry into the Church. Far too often we don’t understand why we need
it and we remain unaware of its impact over the course of our lifetime.
Baptism isn’t something we do just because
it’s a nice thing to do. We don’t do it so parents can show off their baby,
dress him up cute and have a party.
Nobody thinks that, I’m sure.
Neither is it something we do because we
have to. Who would approach baptism with
the idea that once it’s done they’ve fulfilled an obligation and they don’t
need to come to church anymore? Nobody
does that, right?
Hopefully, those who come to baptism, or
bring their children to baptism, recognize the power of the sacrament. They probably understand that the water used
in baptism is a sign of both death and life.
Death, because we leave our old selves behind, and life because we enter
into a new life with God. Blessed water,
poured over the one seeking baptism, when accompanied by the Trinity in the
words “I baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy
Spirit,” changes lives.
Do you remember the scripture passage that
speaks of the Baptism of Jesus in the Jordan (Gospel of Matthew, Chapter 3,
Verse 13)? Jesus didn’t need baptism to cleanse him from sin like we do,
since he was sinless. But, in that
Trinitarian event (where the Father spoke, the Holy Spirit was revealed in the
form of a Dove and Jesus was present), we learn the significance of baptism. Just
being born does not make us members of the People of God.
Have you been floating along okay in
life? Maybe you don’t see any point to
being baptized. Family’s good, job’s
okay, you have some fun here and there. It’s all good, right?
Well, all of those things I just described
are related to what? The here and
now. None of it--the family, fun or
work--has the innate power to lead you to God after you die. Now I don’t want to shock you, but you are
going to die someday, and then what?
There is a real grace that comes with the
Sacrament of Baptism and we respond to our baptismal call throughout our whole
life. It is very easy for this beautiful life on earth that God has given us,
to actually distract us from the reality that after we die, we are going to go
somewhere. Whether you believe it or
not doesn’t change the reality.
Do you imagine that life on earth is
everything? Are you standing in
stubbornness, for the most part ignoring God?
Are you trying to meet God on your own terms, in your own time?
We are not self-created. Our very existence
is owed to God. He calls each of us continuously; whether we respond or not is
up to us. Most people are amazed at how
wonderful it is to live this life fully awake, fully alive in God, once they
make the decision to do so.
Jesus began his public ministry by
demonstrating our need for baptism. We
enter into the life of the church through baptism and this leads to an
increased desire to love God and become witnesses to him. Baptism is very powerful.
If you want to learn more about baptism or
entry into the Catholic Church, all you need to do is talk to your Priest,
Deacon, or your parish Director of RCIA.
It is our hope that in our enthusiastic response to our own baptism,
coupled with the power of God’s grace, you will find an attractive, living
example that says,”Come join us! This is
great!”
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