Another Word About Lent

If you buy the last post, that we can use this season to observe the wonderful working of God in our lives, then let me again enumerate the many ways we have available here at St. Helen to avail ourselves to God’s workings. Centerpiece: the parish mini retreat - Burn In Me, March 13 from 9-1. Father Satish will be the instrument of God in leading us to open ourselves to that fire of God’s presence in our lives. If someone said to you,

How do you experience the presence of God in your life?

Could you answer? But our Catholic faith tells us that God is active in us at every moment. Can we name the presence? By our acknowledgment, do we give that presence power to change us? This retreat is meant to help heighten our awareness of God’s constant interaction, constant beckoning, in our lives. Additionally: the Soup and Bread Suppers, Stations of the Cross, Penance Services, Evensong, Jubilee Singers, Black Books, Daily Mass, Scrutinies, Eucharistic Adoration. The toolbox is full; use the season well

Lent - Again??

Lent has never been a favorite season of mine; in fact, I dread Lent! What's so great about fasting and abstaining anyway?? I just can't wait to get to the end - that's been my one and only goal. I've done a lot of naval gazing when it came to Lent, groaning and gasping, but I have a new perspective this year. I'm refocusing on what God may do in me, rather than what I'm doing for God, and I already feel lighter - I already feel some sense of anticipation. I've been sensible in my resolutions, having decided the why of each. There's purpose in this. Hopefully, there will be spiritual growth in this. For all of you who have always appreciated the six weeks beyond the display of ashes, I applaud you for getting Lent. But if you've been a dreader like I, maybe this year we both can finally rejoice in the gracious mercy of a loving God, and properly refocus this Lenten desert experience.

I’ve had some time to read in the past few weeks and have found some interesting titles: The Help (Kathryn Stockett), Let the Great World Spin (Colum McCann), Push (Sapphire). All three books centered on the very different stories of their characters – black maids in the 60’s South, prostitutes, a religious social activist, a judge and his grieving Upper East Side society wife, a socially and sexually abused teen. I was so intrigued by the very different lives into which these stories invited me, by the personally foreign manifestations of God which I encountered. I began to wonder at how much lost opportunity there is in my life to know the living God more fully through people all about me – family, coworkers, neighbors, parishioners. If only there were comfortable places to share such intimacies without dis-ease. The dance of life continues all around us – God’s interaction with humankind. May I, may we, be so attuned to the presence of God in the story of other that we allow time and space for its unfolding.

Beloved

Last Sunday we celebrated the last feast of the Christmas season, the Baptism of the Lord. We hear about this baptism every year as we close the season, whether we are reading from the gospel of Matthew, Mark or Luke, and each of these gospels closes with the same line: "You are my beloved Son; with you I am well pleased." It's amazing to me, then, that in all of my years of listening, I have never appreciated what John Shea (The Spiritual Wisdom of the Gospels for Christian Preachers and Teachers) has pointed out, that these very words are said to each of us at our baptism as well! This is God's sacramental affirmation of us, conveyed in such words as 'welcomes, anoints, clothes, Christian dignity' etc. We know, from our very inception, that we are beloved, but as with every other sacrament, the words are precious and priceless. Even with faith, though, we sometimes fall into disbelief of our belovedness. We fail to be able to forgive ourselves for certan actions or faults, and live as less - less aware of who we are in God's eyes, less grateful for God's amazing gifts to us, less aware of our ability to respond by releasing ourselves from this self-centered paralysis. May you today experience yourself as the beloved of God, and be as gentle with yourself as God is. And if this is a struggle, may you fall on your knees and pray as we read in Mark 9: "Lord, I believe. Help my unbelief."

Nurturing Faith

So a new year begins, and one of my responsibilities in my parish job is adult faith formation. Wow...we've tried a lot of things: we have had scores of speakers over the years, we've had dinners, we've had hands-on experiences, we've had full catechetical courses. But my focus right now is on forming small faith groups, and we're calling this process, Faith Talk. Most of these groups meet in homes and cover a wide variety of topics: some study the Sunday readings, some are doing bible studies, some are studying the US Catholic Catechism for Adults, one is doing a book study, one is studying the sacraments. But no matter the direction, they have this in common: they are good Catholic folks getting comfortable with sharing faith. Did they all know each other before they began? -definitely not! But this faith sharing has bonded them in deeper ways than they would have imagined. They are able to grapple with the deeper issues of life, in a safe environment and are finding that theirs are common questions. Faith is becoming a lived, shared experience; it is becoming very real indeed. I encourage anyone who is serious about letting faith get into your bones and inform your everyday decisions to get into a Faith Talk group. If you don't know how, call your local parish for help in finding one.

Caroling In the Neighborhood

Shortly before Christmas a group of St. Helen parishioners (adults, families, RCIA folks, singles, etc) joined with members from St. Mark's Episcopal to carol in the neighborhood. The event was conceived as an evangelization effort, trying to invite the unchurched to appreciate the beautiful carols of Christmas, their rich Christian meaning. To this end, Katherine from St. Mark's and Joan from St. Helen's put together a booklet, which we left at each house. The booklet included 8 popular hymns and their meanings, a message from the pastors of St. Mark's, Spinning Road Baptist, and St. Helen's, and also the Christmas service schedule for these three churches. After a pizza dinner at St. Helen's, the group of about 50 split into two and off we went, with amazing results. In the group in which I caroled, just one person did not respond, but: all others opened their doors, some stepped outside in the cold to join the singing after being given a booklet, one took pictures, 2 cried, all smiled, one told of a recent family death and said that this was so helpful for her, one said that in his 50 years of life this had never happened to him. We ended the evening with hot chocolate and cookies at St. Mark's. Did any attend our Christmas services as a result? We will probably never know, but our gratification was enormous. And isn't that just the way God usually works?

So This Is Christmas

In her book, In Search of Belief, Joan Chittister says that as adults we realize that the real meaning of Christmas is finding life where we don't expect life to be. Certainly in that Bethlehem manger that was true. Who would have expected to find new life in that setting - not only new life - but NEW LIFE ! - as we came to reflect on the Incarnation event. As I have looked for the truth of this statement in my own life, I have been surprised to observe how often this is the case - how often, as Chittister says, Christmas can be an everyday event, if only we have eyes to see. Sitting in a Kroger store recently with my 94-year-old father, waiting for his flu shot, I cringed as a straggly, greasy-haired young man took the seat next to me. His dirty clothes and unshaven face caused me to move imperceptibly toward my father's chair and turn my gaze to the distance. But when dad was taken back for his shot, this man turned to me to say how lucky I was to still have my father with me. His dad had died a few months earlier. He smiled kindly toward dad when he emerged and I stood to take his arm. Thanking the man, I left with my ego properly checked, thinking how we sometimes need others to remind us of our blessings, and to again chastise that part of myself that is so quick to judge. May you find new life in the oddest places, not only this Christmas day, but throughout the coming new year.