I’d Love to Live My Life…

…but I haven’t got the time.busy

I had a recent email exchange with a friend who was bemoaning their inability to get anything done because they’re too busy.

Think about that for a minute.

One of the more insidious diseases to infect modern man is incessant “busyness.” I think this is partly due to the very admirable trait of a strong work-ethic, common to most Americans, especially people with children. On the run from dawn to dusk, working, keeping house, caring for the kids, chauffeuring them to their various extra-curricular activities and so on, they exhibit all the symptoms of the disease in its most advanced form. However, in the rush of daily living, these things take on a life of their own, by sucking the life from us, often without our even knowing it.

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Are You Serious Jessica?

dodgeballIn my daily ramblings through the murky undergrowth of the internet in search of entertainment for y’all, I want you to know there are some places I will never go. Like Slate. Somehow though, through careless link chasing, that’s exactly where I landed. It just goes to show ya, that if you take your hands off the wheel for even a second, you can find yourself in some bad juju.

Anyhow, I happened on this article written by Jessica Olien, entitled “Dodgeball Should Not Be Part of Any Curriculum, Ever.” As with any train wreck, I couldn’t look away. I’m sure Ms. Olien wrote this with her tongue firmly in her cheek…right?

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My Heroic Announcement

All the talk in the sports world today is about Jason Collins, a professional basketball player, who publicly announced that he is gay. This is a big deal for pro athletes, men who many would cite as the epitome of the macho, lady-killer persona. And no, macho and gay are not mutually exclusive terms. However, this isn’t the point I’d like to make. What I want to do, is take issue with the notion that Mr. Collins is somehow a hero for stating in public what he is in his heart, a gay man.

Here’s a bold statement: I believe that in our society, it’s no great feat of heroism to acknowledge that you’re gay. In fact, I can’t think of anything that will be more likely to elicit rounds of applause and atta-boys from the world at large. Furthermore, to state that you’re heterosexual in the same manner gets you labeled as a bigot for somehow suggesting that heterosexuality is the proper, God-ordained orientation.

In fact, in the wake of Mr. Collins’ announcement, many have had the temerity to assert their belief that, as a Christian, Muslim, or Jew, they cannot approve or condone of Mr. Collins’ life-style. Those people, in the media I’ve sampled, have been roundly castigated as narrow-minded, unenlightened, religious zealots.

Speaking as a Christian—or at least someone who strives to be a Christian while failing mightily over and over—I must agree that homosexuality is not something I understand as God’s will for men and women. Our society tells us that our thinking must evolve so that we can call what is objectively disordered as good. Rather than getting in an argument over theology, let me just state my position on the subject:

Over the course of time, I have had three gay roommates. Each of them were lovely people, who I liked very much and still do. They were men struggling to understand themselves, their relationships with other men, and with God. Let me also add the trite-but-true statement that I have several gay friends and acquaintances. I am not ashamed to call them friends, nor do I feel ill at ease when I meet gay couples. It is not for me to judge the condition of their hearts. It is enough for me to rigorously denounce my own heart for its many treasons against the God who created me.

Therefore, I hereby announce that I do not believe homosexuality is what God wants for men and women, because as a Christian, I believe God wants the very best for us. If a man or woman, who through genetics, psychological adaptations, trauma, or other factors find themselves attracted to the same sex, I can only wish them safety and peace as they try to find God’s perfect will for their lives. I know for a certainty that God loves them very much and wants their ultimate happiness.

Growing Old Gracefully

oldmanAs someone who has elderly parents, and one who has had lots of interaction with the elderly, I am always reminded of Psalm 90:

 Our days may come to seventy years,or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.

If only we knew the power of your anger! Your wrath is as great as the fear that is your due.
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.¹

To be long-lived is a blessing and a curse. There is more time to repent of sin, to seek God’s face, to prepare our heart for the great passing over. But oh the price we pay for it! Sickness, fragility, mental diminution, loss of friends and loved ones, relinquishing our independence, and coming to terms with our mortality.

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Boston

I won’t spill more electrons on this tragedy except to reiterate that we live in a world at war. Nation against nation, man against nature, man against his own family, man against himself. Behind it all is the the fundamental war of evil against whatever is good. I’ve written before of my firm belief that there is one who wishes harm to God’s children and His creation. A true, spiritual force inimical to God’s loving plan.

What we must remember at times like this—and especially in this Easter season—is that the ultimate battle is won.  Though the whole world die, Evil will not prevail in the end. We must meet its every manifestation with good. We must resist with all our might, the tendency to despair and the whisperings of the devil who says that God is responsible for the wickedness men do.

I grant you that on this side of eternity, it doesn’t make any sense, but we must hold fast to our faith. We must cling the eternal meaning of the psalm,

If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
and you make the Most High your dwelling,
no harm will overtake you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.¹

This is not a guarantee of a life without suffering. It is an assurance that you will never undergo anything alone, or unaided with grace from above. It is the assurance that when this life is at an end, you will rise to life eternal with your loving Father.

¹Ps 91:9-13 NIV

Do You Pray for Your Priests?

The Roman Catholic Church has taken a good deal of heat over its handling of sexual abuse by priests and I believe rightly so. But what most people overlook in their analysis of the Church’s actions, is her duty to mix mercy with justice.

Before you start sending me nasty emails please listen: My position is that abusive priests—or anyone in positions of trust in our society—who have credible allegations made against them must be removed from their duties immediately, with no exceptions. If proven true, I further believe that they must never have the possibility of returning to such positions in the future, or any position where they might be tempted to the same sin. For the sake of those to whom they minister, and for their own sakes.

You see, there are three victims here: the abused, the Church, and the priest. The abused has been shattered in the most abject way. The Church is also weakened by injury to its members and a rupture in fellowship and justice. But so is the soul of the abuser. The Church therefore, as a good mother, must offer the hope of redemption to all these victims.

Do you suppose that the weight and horror of the their actions does not crush their spirit? I suppose there are some whose consciences are so seared that they cannot feel the enormity of their sin. However, I believe that, by and large, men become priests—and I am including all clergy here: Catholic, Orthodox, or Protestant ministers and pastors—because they have an inherent love of God and His people. Unfortunately, because they are on the front lines in the battle against real evil in this world, they are the most targeted by the devil and his angels.

Do not cluck your tongue and look askance when you hear of some poor soul who has lost the battle with his flesh. What they have done is wrong, and they will account for it before God, but they are not to be deprived of His love and mercy either. Instead pray for them. Lift them up before God because they have an enormous responsibility for your soul. YOU! Don’t you dare gossip and whisper. PRAY!

The thief on the cross justly deserved his punishment and he knew it. But he also knew that the One crucified next to him, had the power to make him clean again. So it is with our priests, pastors, and teachers. Pray for them because they bring the living God to YOU!

 

Remembering Brother Joe

Joe in orchard 2Today, the monks of St. Procopius Abbey say “Bon voyage!” to their confrere Joseph Vesely, O.S.B. After 92 years on this planet, Brother Joe goes home to the Father’s house.

Ever since I began my association with the monastery as an oblate, I always looked up to Brother Joe. He was not very talkative, but always wore a placid, welcoming smile on his face. He was not highly educated, in a worldly way, but you sensed that he carried within himself a deep knowledge of God. He was my picture of a “true monk.”

Some years ago when he had one of his many leg surgeries—his knees were replaced and then broke his leg in an accident—he found himself more or less confined indoors. Being an active man, serving in the carpentry shop, managing the refectory and the apple orchard, Brother Joe loved being outside and doing things. I visited him during his convalescence and gave him a book entitled Scratching the Woodchuck, a charming little collection of reflections and observations of life on an Amish farm. I thought it would transport him outdoors, if only in his imagination. I saw him at an oblate meeting shortly afterward and he told me he enjoyed reading the book, but it was going slowly because he couldn’t neglect his lectio divina. Brother Joe always had his priorities straight.

Fr. James Flint O.S.B., in his eulogy, emphasized a constant theme: Brother Joe always wanted to “learn more and pray better.” He said this:

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