Against my own better judgment, I followed a Z-Link this morning to “Insidecatholic.com” and spent some time reading an essay by John Zmirak, entitled “All Your Church Are Belong to Us” – a passionate plea for the rightness of attempts to recapture the hill and plant the old flag as a rallying point. Fr. Z seemed smitten by John’s last line: “And by changing back the flag, by taking back our Mass, we are saying: Go back to Hell. Our Church belongs to Christ.” I’m truly sorry I didn’t click the thing as read and go on to check the weather. The “Writer-in-Residence” would have gotten a barely passing grade on content if it had been up to me to check him in English Comp at St. Thomas More.
Truth to be told, I also wasted time with the numerous comments on the post. The comments managed to vilify what and whom John didn’t succeed in trivializing in his article. I really have begun to wonder just how close some people might be to coming out in favor of the Maccabaean model for the restoration of Temple worship as the model for liturgical reform today. Don’t mind me, but such an “in-your-face” stance on anybody’s part makes me wonder if they are not rejecting the leadership of Pope Benedict XVI, that is turning their backs on our present Holy Father and his counsel on the urgency of reform through right choices and good example. I will not indulge that thought.
One of the popular YouTube videos of the last few days talks about the planet Jupiter. It makes the point that space probes show less interest in the giant planet for its own sake but rather use its gravitational pull to sling-shot their satellites much farther afield. Essential or non-essential is ultimately not what is at issue when we speak about the central role of liturgy in the life of the Church. Much of what flaunts itself as liturgical renewal today must be labeled folly and escorted to the church door. It is not up to me to judge whether the folly is essential or non-essential. What happens within sacred space should never be frivolous but rather be pondered; it should have its weight from beginning to end. It is not to be ponderous but weighty, that is important, and therefore endowed, to use a Latin word, with a certain gravitas. Gravitas in worship is meant (mutatis mutandis, like Jupiter) to propel us on and further into God; folly scatters. The teaching of the Second Vatican Council about the Liturgy as the source and summit of Christian existence ought in and of itself to provide the rule and banish the fears that if we do not limit ourselves at the altar to the rigorously contained Low Mass of yesteryear then we will put ourselves inevitably on the slippery slope down to clowns, balloons and cold unadorned grey concrete. Pope St. Pius X and the Venerable Pope Pius XII should be able to teach us that if nothing else. The disjuncture, however, must be repaired.
John Zmirak may be clever and Martin Mosebach attention grabbing, but “The Spirit of the Liturgy” by Joseph Cardinal Ratzinger is also to be had on “Kindle” and much worthier of a read in terms of what we should be about today. Good literature is to be recommended and approved authors to be cultivated.
Battle imagery leaves me cold and shows little respect for my little old ladies who love God and haven’t been served up anything better than Joan Baez and Bob Dylan tunes in almost a lifetime. Take their Carey Landry, if you will, but show them some respect; it really wasn’t their fault. Most of the perpetrators of that which is light-weight are dead or in their dotage; it’s time to remove the bushel basket and put the lamp up where it belongs. Confrontation has its place in the face of a wrong-doer, but the better course would be to simply spread the good news, seeking out the lost and leading the mother ewes with care.
I happened on some pictures in a blog I follow of a funny little ritual for choir boys where they, in full choir dress, solemnly “bury” the Alleluia for Lent. The catechetical possibilities are indeed boundless, but I think it should be limited to use with committed liturgical choirs and perhaps only with those made up of boys.
In any case, this little idea and a few chance exchanges have contributed to a brooding reflection on noise, silence and encountering the Living God on this the noisiest day of the year in St. Clair, Trinidad’s Carnival Monday. This day is legend for noise in the early hours, but in recent years this noise has been magnified to the umpteenth thanks to the employ of man-size boom-boxes on flatbed trucks, which produce enough basso to rattle windows and doors, and bring down the plaster from the cracks in your ceiling. How folks ride those trucks all day and how Carnival revelers “chip” down the street for hours enveloped in those sound waves are questions which remain without an adequate response. These questions and more get tucked away on Ash Wednesday and are only brought forth a lunar year later, when J’Ouvert once again mercilessly rousts the residents of St. Clair out of bed at well before 5:00 a.m.
Sitting outside after lunch and hearing the roar of Carnival off in the distance, Moses, of all people, came to my mind.
“When Joshua heard the noise of the people as they shouted, he said to Moses, ‘There is a noise of war in the camp.’ But he said, ‘It is not the sound of shouting for victory, or the sound of the cry of defeat, but the sound of singing that I hear.’ And as soon as he came near the camp and saw the calf and the dancing, Moses’ anger burned hot, and he threw the tables out of his hands and broke them at the food of the mountain. And he took the calf which they had made, and burnt it with fire, and ground it to powder, and scattered it upon the water, and made the people of Israel drink it.” (Exodus 32:17-20)
I do not wish to express a judgment about a good old “catholic” custom like Carnival, but only reflect upon the noise, like unto the noise in the camp which was far from the focus solely upon the Living God which Moses and his servant Joshua had enjoyed during the 40 days and 40 nights they had spent alone with Him on Mt. Sinai.
In a sense, the Carnival “mas” (for masquerade) camp is like Israel’s camp at the foot of Mt. Sinai, without Moses and before the giving of the meeting tent. A distracted people filled the silent desert with “noise”. I think that simpler times, without boom-boxes, might have found the Carnival mas seductive and perhaps filled certain hearts with a wish to prolong that moment of gaiety. Today with all the amplified sound, one might say it has become a frightening endurance test, for which people walk and jog and do aerobic exercises and take vitamins from Christmas on to get themselves into shape, so as not to fail on this day of days. Veterans will warn that the exhaustion of these two days in close quarters with all sorts of strangers from far and wide will bring the risk of post-Carnival colds and flu. But my only concern is the booming base and the ever present noise, rattling windows as it passes by, filling the air in any case with an undifferentiated roar.
You see, J’Ouvert parades before the general public an experience which not everyone knows. It is the experience of youth with ear buds in and the volume turned up; it is the experience in Germany, as I remember, that has youth on the way home from nights of partying and dancing as their parents and grandparents are rising of a Sunday to walk to church. J’Ouvert flaunts for less than 18 hours what cannot but rob the world’s youth of the New Moses and the Meeting Tent. What to do? If you are a serious choir boy, you can bury the alleluia, but for the rest of us we can eagerly accept the ashes on our forehead. “Remember that you are dust and unto dust you shall return”! Symbols and sacramentals do indeed have their worth.
As the “Red Ants” come “home” to Jackson Square after a whole day of chipping around town and my whole office shakes with the incessant thump-thump too deep for any musical scale, my arms reach out to Wednesday and the “burial” of Carnival for another year. Pray that many young people will abstain from noise this Lent and with Moses, Joshua and Elijah before them have a mountain top experience, far from the maddening crowd!
“What a wretched state I am in! I am lost, for I am a man of unclean lips and I live among a people of unclean lips… your sin is taken away, your iniquity is purged… Here I am, send me.”
“Leave me, Lord; I am a sinful man… Do not be afraid; from now on it is men you will catch.”
In my five years here in the islands the most important, the most pressing and yet the most daunting existential question which I have had to face and which the Church here in the region has to face is that of discerning and promoting vocations to the priesthood and to the religious life. The existential importance of this question for the Church anywhere in the world is a given, but the revival patterns, especially those which seem to apply in the U.S.A., just don’t seem to follow here, and hence my categorization of the challenge of seeking vocations and bringing them to fruition as daunting.
I’ll offer one example. Despite scandals, confusion, the general destabilization of the classic family model, in the U.S. men keep presenting themselves for priesthood, good men. If their home diocese is in chaos due to poor leadership, they may be put off for a time and end up studying for the diocese of their choice, but we still hear the ADSUM up north and many times all it takes is a change of bishops at home to give these men the courage to return to the place of their baptism and say “Here I am, send me”. That does not seem to be the case here in the region. Why?
I asked a younger priest in one of the French speaking dioceses, who is responsible for a house of discernment for men, as well as diocesan vocations director: “Father, when I was a boy, lots of us felt called to the priesthood as children and wanted in our own childish way to respond to God. This explains the big minor seminaries of yesteryear. If a boy didn’t respond, then he was obviously fighting something and gave in at some later point and came to the seminary. Is the world so different today?” Father told me that from his contacts with young people that children did indeed still feel called, but the noise, the chaos of adolescence completely numbs and deafens them to that call. He thinks that most vocations are all but snuffed out in the adolescent years. What to do? The culture is as vehemently opposed to minor seminaries as it is to boarding schools these days. You can’t pretend to take a young man away from home before 18 years of age. Father corrected me and said he still has 24 year olds whose parents are fighting their departure from home! What to do?
As I say, this is only one aspect of the drama. There are other examples and other issues. It is rare to find the perspicacity of my Frenchman, when it comes to identifying and encouraging vocations these days too. You have to know what you’re doing when you start clearing away the “weeds” in a person’s life and begin cultivating him. You have to know whether there is that “depth of soil” which permits of cultivation. It is only right that we pray for good standard bearers, who will rally the young and idealistic to them, who will mentor and form them, who will give them the outlets they need for responding in some fashion and with the passage of time in an ever more articulate fashion. The readings for this Sunday however tell me that there is something more.
Isaiah had a vision of the Lord present in His Temple. The nothing-short-of-miraculous catch of fish brought Peter to his knees at the feet of the Holy One of God, “Leave me, Lord; I am a sinful man…” It is easy enough to point at the noise and chaos which fills the average adolescent life, but it may be more to the point to say that the children of our age are deprived of the sacred or can experience no sense of the sacred. Is it so? Why is it so?
St. Francis of Assisi, as a vain and chaotic youth, had his God experience which he interpreted at first as a command to rebuild the little church of San Damiano. St. Ignatius of Loyola, with a cannon ball to the leg, was immobilized and given quiet time away from the thunder of battle to choose between books about knightly chivalry or romance and the lives of the saints. For both of them, however, the Lord’s glory filled His Temple. I get a bit sick at heart wondering what the odds are that young people today might happen upon a Catholic church where worship takes place in spirit and in truth.
Lots of priests, even some bishops I know, are puzzled by why folk are drawn away from parish liturgy to the stillness of devotions and perpetual adoration. The longer I listen and observe the more convinced I am that it should come as no surprise at all that people who are serious about God might want to escape or at least not put too much stock into their Sunday obligation. After the Exile, with the rebuilding of the Temple in Jerusalem, the Holy of Holies remained empty for lack of an Ark of the Covenant. It was a focus and a space for God the Most High. Is Sunday Mass in most of our parishes a focus and a space for God, lifting our thoughts to Jesus, Who became a Man like us in all things but sin, Who suffered and died for us upon the Cross, Who rose again on the third day and is now seated at the Right Hand of the Father? Not hardly! In some places, folks enter into church as if it were an auditorium. The building itself has no focal point. Vapid lyrics and trite music, substitutions of psalmody with anything but, dance numbers, holding hands and hug sessions interrupt the flow in the unbloody renewal of the Sacrifice offered once and for all on Calvary. Holy Communion may seem to be neither nor, as distribution stations scatter through the church toward front and back; the Body of Christ is pressed into a hand and we’re off and running with hardly a pause.
Let me just drop that “bomb” and ask priests to look at how they organize worship. I will repeat now at six months into celebrating Mass here at home only ad Orientem, that if at all possible it does help the focus. The urgency of feeding the flock and providing the space and the silence to encounter the Lord and curtailing the emission of all sorts of “gases” has reached the moment of truth. The disappearance of the Church in North Africa was not overnight, but it was complete. The “if only’s” are water over the dam. Here in the region the time is now to help today’s little Samuels focus like old Eli did so long ago.
“What a wretched state I am in! I am lost, for I am a man of unclean lips and I live among a people of unclean lips… your sin is taken away, your iniquity is purged… Here I am, send me.”
“Leave me, Lord; I am a sinful man… Do not be afraid; from now on it is men you will catch.”
“And the Lord you are seeking will suddenly enter his Temple; and the angel of the covenant whom you are longing for, yes, he is coming says the Lord of hosts… and then they will make the offering to the Lord as it should be made.” (Malachi)
“Now, Master, you can let your servant go in peace, just as you promised; because my eyes have seen the salvation which you have prepared for all the nations to see, a light to enlighten the pagans and the glory of your people Israel.” (Luke)
They’re talking about beatifying Pope John Paul II at the opening of the Synod for the Middle East next October in Rome. It’s hard to believe how quickly time passes. I can remember when he established today’s feast as the World Day for the Consecrated Life (1997). For the younger people here today, the Servant of God Pope John Paul II is already history and the announcement of this day for religious is little more, perhaps, than an event in the now distant past. We’re getting older!
The longer I live the easier it is for me to understand how much for good can be concentrated in the life of one person whether it be the Pope, a bishop or a priest, whether it be a man or woman who consecrates his or her whole life, breadth, length, height and depth, to God. The Second Vatican Council did so much good toward empowering the laity that sometimes we forget that it also reviewed and offered criteria for renewing the consecrated life, empowering religious to shine forth with a clearer witness to total gift of self to the Lord and the importance of this joyful and rewarding sacrifice for the life of the world.
The Servant of God Pope John Paul II gave several reasons for establishing this day for consecrated life. He mentioned the need to praise and thank the Lord for what he called “the stupendous gift” of consecrated life; he spoke of the importance of promoting among all God’s People awareness and esteem for this gift of God to His Church; he underlined the urgency of the task of helping consecrated people, especially today, to deepen their own awareness of the beauty of their vocation and of the irreplaceable mission entrusted to them for the sake of the Church and the world. Yes, sister, yes, brother, I said it and I meant it, your irreplaceable mission for the life of the world.
Why did the Holy Father choose the Feast of the Presentation in the Temple for this task? Because there is no better icon, no better sacred image to describe you, the consecrated, than that of the Son wholly given and wholly directed, once and for all, to the Father. The Presentation in the Temple, Simeon’s joy, best renders your sacrifice to God through the profession of the three evangelical counsels of poverty, chastity and obedience, that is, your embrace of and struggle to live out that which is most characteristic of Jesus, Who ultimately upon the Cross placed His Life in the Hands of His Father.
So come on and do your thing, World day of the Consecrated Life! Let this year’s observance have an effect and come closer to fulfilling the intention of Pope John Paul II!
We need to praise and thank the Lord even more and from a clearer conviction for “the stupendous gift” of the consecrated life. Recently, I read a publication from the Pontifical Council for the Laity trying to explain all the new lay movements since the Second Vatican Council which are to be found in the Church. The point was to say how important these various and different approaches entrusted to the laity out there in society are to evangelizing a disjointed world. Interestingly enough, however as I was able to gather from this publication of the Pontifical Council, these lay movements are not to be considered so much as an end in themselves but as that good ground for spreading the Gospel, for making better Catholics straight across the board and also for bringing forth in the Church priestly vocations and vocations to the religious life.
The icon of the Presentation in the Temple, Mary and Joseph presenting the First Born Son of the Eternal Father and redeeming Him with the symbolic gift of two turtledoves, just like the image of the mother of the Old Testament prophet Samuel taking her son just barely weaned and walking to the temple in Shilo, returning God’s gift to her of a son to the Lord and forever, demand a reflection, a meditation on our part. We need to bring the consecrated life as it is lived out in the Church today into the same visual frame with this icon. Excuse my boldness, but for that very reason, we need to bring about an image change in the way that religious life is perceived by many Catholics, especially young ones. Unfortunately, too often today, religious life (sisterhood, brotherhood, the life of a priest in a religious order) draws forth from our subconscious an image or impression other than that of the youthful couple presenting an infant to God in the Temple. Sad to say our image, in our minds eye, of the consecrated life, the one that fills our hearts, does so more with pity, let’s say, than with awe or wonderment. In our day and time the man or woman religious is seen less as the young aspirant (Here I am, Lord! Send me!), the hero type, and more as the figure of the poor man along the road to Jericho beaten up and left for dead. Nor are there many Good Samaritans among our young people, willing to stop, lend a helping hand and bind up wounds; sadly, it would seem, most give this pitiable figure abandoned at the side of the road a wide berth as they go on their way in a world with other priorities. Hi, sister! Bye, sister!
I suppose we could say that seeing the consecrated life as a stupendous gift for the Church and the world is conditioned by the way those who are religious live that life; the impression given to others and to youth especially depends upon the attitude of those who have consecrated their lives to God. In all fairness, however, it also depends on mothers and fathers and their being able to rejoice with their child as he or she begins to long to share the life of the priests, brothers or sisters. Mom and Dad are indispensable in the normal course of events in providing a positive environment for a religious or priestly vocation as it begins to clarify itself in the heart of their child. May I ask who these days dreams and prays during their pregnancy about being able to give their child back to God, the God Whom they thank for the gift of that child? Who dreams about or hopes to have a child of theirs totally consecrated to the Lord? When I asked one young priest here in the region active in vocations work why there weren’t so many vocations any more, he said the world has too many distractions and there’s too much noise today shutting God out. I’m sure he’s right. I fear even our world of committed and practicing Catholics is topsy-turvy…
We really need to promote among all God’s People awareness and esteem for this gift of God to His Church, for the gift of religious life. Entirely by accident last year I picked up a book by Fr. Benedict Groeschel, CFR, with a 1990 copyright, entitled “The Reform of Renewal”. He explains convincingly enough for me why religious life today has fallen on such bad times, why religious are among the most exposed to every crosscurrent which blows through. He argues for a reform, starting with the individual, which will give to the Church in our time, and through the Church to our world, that bounce, that shockwave of new life which shot forth in times past from the great founders and foundresses, from the great reformers of religious life. He suggests that we begin with penance and personal conversion, rededication to our vows and to the founding charism of our respective religious institute, a new and renewed dependence on the person of Jesus Christ. What is worship in spirit and in truth? What is the sacrifice or oblation demanded by our God? The psalmist says: A humbled, contrite heart, O God, you will not spurn”.
Let me say it outright and straight at you: of all the reasonable options for getting a handle on the present situation (crisis in religious life and generally in the Church) and turning our world around, it is you, the consecrated who count the most. More than anyone else, it is you, the religious who can make a difference. You, the consecrated people, need to deepen your own awareness of the beauty of your vocation and of the irreplaceable mission entrusted to you for the sake of the Church and the world. Enjoy your feast today; contemplate the Mystery of the Lord’s Presentation in the Temple, the sacred icon of the vocation which is yours; rediscover your first love and in the maturity of your years and vocation, give the Lord your heart once again. Allow the gift of yourself, your personal oblation, to illumine and transform the darkness around you. Did sister in the old days with all that habit covering her up really have such a pretty face? Maybe, but it is more likely that she knew what she was about, that she was boundlessly happy with her Spouse the Lord, doing what she had always hoped to do with her life, whether that was praying the office and singing in choir, scrubbing floors, nursing the sick or teaching children in school. The Bridegroom is here! Go out to meet Him, even if you have to use a cane or a walker! The radiance of your spirit is not dimmed by age or infirmity. Be the flame which ignites the youthful potential of the generation of renewal of religious life in the Church.
The Lord has indeed entered His Temple as the prophet Malachi promised in God’s Name; “Now, Master, you can let your servant go in peace, just as you promised; because my eyes have seen the salvation which you have prepared for all the nations to see, a light to enlighten the pagans and the glory of your people Israel.”
My dear bishops, my dear priests, my dear consecrated folk, men and women, dear parents and all pious souls, young and old! Diocesan, National and Regional Directors of the Pontifical Mission Societies! Live in hope! Do like, be like Simeon and the prophetess Anna, the daughter of Phanuel of the tribe of Asher! Behold the King, the Lord carried into the Temple on His Mother’s arm! Expend every fiber of your being in letting the world know that it is time to rejoice! The Bridegroom is here!
I was very happy to see that the Holy Father used the readings offered ad libitum for Year C this morning for his celebration of the Solemnity of the Baptism of the Lord. We need to hear much more often the Second Reading from St. Paul’s Letter to Titus and to us:
“When the kindness and love of God our savior for mankind were revealed, it was not because he was concerned with any reason except his own compassion that he saved us, by means of the cleansing water of rebirth and by renewing us with the Holy Spirit which he has so generously poured over us through Jesus Christ our savior. He did this so that we should be justified by his grace, to become heirs looking forward to inheriting eternal life.”
I find these words as calming and reassuring as the sinking Peter must have found Jesus’ grasping him when fear of the wind and waves distracted him from the Lord Who bid him to come to him across the waters. Really? Yes, really! St. Paul’s words flesh out for me what is meant by the expression “You are loved by God”, better than a hundred PowerPoint presentations with puppies, kittens, flowers, butterflies and little angels with bows and curly hair… And I mean no disrespect for all those who find consolation in such pretty things. Just think: “it was not because he was concerned with any reason except his own compassion that he saved us”! You are entitled to your own opinion, but these words move me.
The point is that these words give my life trajectory. Apart from those limit situations in life where we must deal with fear or despair, I am becoming ever more aware of the amount of entertainment or distraction out there which can break my concentration or focus, much like the “bread and circus” which the early Church anathematized for its followers because of the dulling or brutalizing effect it had on the baptized. Even today the “world’s” family filters are not necessarily discerning enough to block out all those things which can dull my awareness or turn my head; the filters provided by Google, YouTube and my friendly neighborhood cable company are not really able to aid me in my search or keep me on track for eternal life. What to do?
Pope St. Gregory the Great was among those former monks who bitterly missed the silence and contemplation of the monastery, recognizing in the office of bishop certainly a divine calling, but one which he considered more difficult to live out than that of the cloister. Others would contend that the rarified atmosphere of the monastery or the desert hermitage can be eminently more dangerous because of the way the struggle to opt for the Lord in all things is played out as it were someplace between earth and heaven.
I really only have one tiny insight to share and namely that if in the midst of life we can be mindful of the Father’s compassion manifest in the Son, Who sanctified the waters of the Jordan and gave us cleansing unto eternal life in Baptism, then we have the wherewithal to discern, to choose, to walk the stormy seas of this life without going down into the depths.
My wish for all those out in the world is that they and we might have a full and active life without bartering our birthright in Baptism for any old bowl of porridge… Happy conclusion to the Christmas Season and Happy return to an extraordinarily rich in graces Ordinary Time!
One of the things which figure big on New Years is the or are the “countdowns”: ten… nine… eight… and so on down to midnight or whatever. Fun! If we’re a second off or twenty seconds off, early or late, it doesn’t really matter; it is the fun of the thing – counting down.
“When the appointed time came, God sent his Son…”
Jesus’ Birth of Mary, the Virgin Mother of God, is different. There’s no countdown involved, but there was as St. Paul tells us in our Second Reading an “appointed time”; it was the fullness of time. The Saviour could not have been born sooner or later; He could not have been early or late. We find ourselves before the mystery of our God made visible in time. We see before us Jesus, true God and true Man, the Victor over sin and death. As the celebrant prays at the beginning of the Easter Vigil, blessing the Easter Candle: “Christ yesterday and today the beginning and the end, Alpha and Omega; all time belongs to him, and all the ages; to him be glory and power, through every age for ever. Amen.” Hold that thought right through midnight and for the year to come!
Today is our Octave Day since Christmas on December 25th; it is the Solemnity of Mary, the Mother of God and it is one with the Solemnity of the Nativity of Our Lord. Today on the eighth day, as St. Luke’s Gospel puts it: “they gave him the name Jesus, the name the angel had given him before his conception.”
Mary’s Feast coincides with January 1st and the beginning of another calendar year. By rights, I suppose, as far as these great mysteries go we should just ignore the countdown to midnight as nothing more than simple fun, an arbitrary cutoff or starting point. As we know, our liturgical year in the Church begins with the first Sunday of Advent; any number of ancient calendars, whether solar, lunar or stellar start on other days of the year. For us, January 1st however is January 1st and whether we pop corks, shoot fireworks or bow our heads in prayer, we acknowledge this moment in time. It is no less important because it happens approximately every 365 days, leap years duly taken into consideration. The challenge is to understand how New Years connects with these great and high holy days of the Christmas Season or how to use our sentiment at calendar flipping to draw closer to Christ our Light and Life.
Lots of people make resolutions today or tomorrow on January 1st. They mark the New Year with, yes, good intentions but which rarely go beyond the classic “New Years Resolutions” like once again for the umpteenth time to give up smoking, or trying again to cut calories, or this time hopefully to take three inches off somebody’s waist in time for Carnival. That is and it is not what the first of the year should be about. Instead of wishful thinking, January 1st ought rather to be for us the day, marking the beginning of another year, another decade, or as some of us experienced ten years ago a new millennium, the day to renew our own resolve to live a good and holy life, for our own sake and for the sake of the world in which we live.
I have heard tell that more Trinis come to church on Old Years Night than on any other day of the year; it would seem that on this Island there is a commonly felt need to thank the Lord for the blessings of the year ending and to beg the Lord for His favor and protection for the year ahead. These are good sentiments; they are something which should be. With such sentiments in our hearts we can easily understand the Church’s choice from the book of Numbers of the First Reading we just heard: “May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord let his face shine on you and be gracious to you. May the Lord uncover his face to you and bring you peace.”
New Years is indeed a time to wish well and to bless, to seek God’s favor for ourselves and for those whom we love. It’s a great time to ask God’s guidance for all those men and women who, although they do not control our destiny, do certainly contribute to our welfare or woe. Our prayer at the beginning of another calendar year is not meant to coax God to be good or to do His thing for our sake, no, the sense of our prayer: “O God, be gracious and bless us” is that we and those with power over us might be well-disposed to cooperating with God’s plan for the salvation of the world.
Since the time of Pope Paul VI today has also been for the Catholic Church the World Day of Peace. For this 43rd World Day of Peace our present Holy Father, Pope Benedict XVI, has chosen the theme: If You Want to Cultivate Peace, Protect Creation. Among other things the Holy Father writes: “The quest for peace by people of good will surely would become easier if all acknowledge the indivisible relationship between God, human beings and the whole of creation.”
In a word, I guess you could say that the first of the year is a great day for us to get our act together. We can take stock; we can establish priorities; we can begin again. For us Catholics, all of this purposeful action is tied to the Mother of God and Jesus’ Birth and it should be carried out with an eye trained on how Mary lived her life. No doubt in the home of her parents, Sts. Joachim and Ann, she never experienced a New Years Eve party or even a countdown to midnight. Furthermore, I’d be willing to bet that Mary in her whole life never made a New Years Resolution.
I wouldn’t want to discourage you from such purposeful action or deprive you of the fun of ringing out the old and bringing in the new, but I think I’d like to suggest another and better way, not so much to begin another calendar year as to unite ourselves with the Saviour in His “appointed time” which was then and is now.
Take hold of the hand offered to you by Mary most holy, the Mother of this Child. For as much as we’d like a January 1st and preferably this January 1st to be the one where we free ourselves (read between the lines: by determined effort) from something, anything, everything, little or big, which may be holding us back or dragging us down, we have a better option. Hand in hand with the Mother of God, we can walk on together with the Wonder Counsellor, Father forever, God Hero, with the Prince of Peace.
In the Eucharist, the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, a lot goes on and it would be a real pity if we limited ourselves to just one aspect of this great mystery. The same is true of life, of your life and mine. The power of positive thinking, bettering oneself through conscious effort, hard work: it is all right and good. In a sense, the fun aspects of celebrating a New Year pale by comparison with what we’d like to be progress, a personal effort moving ahead year by year. One of the best definitions of the Mass is that of the unbloody renewal of Jesus’ sacrifice once and for all upon the Cross. An important thing to remember is that the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass always takes place with the presence and participation of the heavenly court, with the presence of the angels and the saints. Starting each New Year at Mass on the Solemnity of Mary, the Mother of God, is terribly right because it brings home what is ultimately more important than resolutions, bubbly, firecrackers and countdowns. Not only do we start out right by offering Jesus’ Sacrifice for the life of the world, but we do it in good company; we do it in the best of company; we experience once again the flip of the calendar hand in hand with the Mother of God and all of the angels and saints. May Mary carry you through this night and may you walk hand in hand with her, close to her Son, Jesus, throughout 2010!
“Christ yesterday and today the beginning and the end, Alpha and Omega; all time belongs to him, and all the ages; to him be glory and power, through every age for ever. Amen.”
“God’s grace has been revealed, and it has made salvation possible for the whole human race…”
“Today in the town of David a saviour has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.”
These two quotes, the first from our Second Reading (St. Paul’s Letter to Titus) and the other from the Gospel of St. Luke, are earth-shaking words which break the bonds of the here and now. They beg all sorts of ultimate questions and draw us into a reflection on God’s Love and our final destiny.
“God’s grace has been revealed, and it has made salvation possible for the whole human race…”
“Today in the town of David a saviour has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.”
Where do we find consolation in this life? What is our hope? When can I let my guard down, so to speak, and be at peace? When have I arrived in port, at my place of rest? Am I saved? Has my Saviour come? Has the darkness of this world really been scattered? Is heaven here at hand? Have earth and heaven been joined?
With all of the rushing around some of us do right into Christmas Eve a person almost has to come and shake us in order to draw our attention to the big questions posed by Jesus’ Birth in Bethlehem. Even if I am calm, cool and collected, ready to appreciate this Holy Season, my contemplation of this lovely young couple, Mary and Joseph, with the beautiful Baby Jesus, accommodated “no frills” in a stable, offers no guarantees that I would necessarily bring these ultimate questions to mind. But Christmas is about the most important things. The Birth of the Messiah divides time forever into a “before” and an “after”. The wonder of the Incarnation marks the fullness of time and a whole new way of looking at the world. With the Nativity business as usual or drudgery went out the window.
It is not uncommon to hear us older folk talking about enjoying life. We’re supposed to be on a diet; we’re supposed to be doing this and avoiding that. And it is not uncommon to hear someone say, “Well, you can’t expect me to give up everything! There’s got to be a little enjoyment to life!” That’s an everyday exclamation and not a commentary on time and eternity. Granted! Both types of expression have their place in our lives. And although we cannot be expected to always talk about ultimate things and there must be matters which are immediate and everyday, so to speak, our lives must also have some purpose or goal beyond today and tomorrow. This life (diet or no diet) cannot be the be-all and end-all of a Christian’s life. Life is not a space walk; we cannot just free-float doing our best not to bounce too hard off the walls which contain us, while struggling to avoid breakables and sharp objects. The message of this holy night recounts a blessing and reminds us that we have a destiny beyond the limits of the cradle and the grave.
Of late, one of my more productive meditations on how our lives should be lived as a result of the Birth of the Saviour has been my reflection on Purgatory, of all things! Purgatory may not sound very Christmassy, but bear with me!
The Catholic doctrine on Purgatory has always seemed right to me ever since I was a child, but up until recently it has been a concept, kind of out there, like some of those things at school that we memorize for examinations, but perhaps don’t really comprehend. In my case, I can’t say as I had previously come to an experiential understanding (an appreciation, let’s say, which touches me personally) of the why and wherefore of what is meant by temporal punishment due to sins which have already been forgiven in confession. Dealing with temporal punishment is different than making restitution, paying back what we might have stolen or trying to make reparation for having damaged somebody’s reputation. I always took the notion of my liability for temporal punishment after forgiveness as a tribute to my personal dignity and therefore responsibility for my actions and omissions before God. Basically, even as a child I guess I could understand that forgiveness was not yet healing and that penance was a remedy for harm done to myself, to my soul, through sin. Even so, I don’t think I’d really ever pondered enough what that particular judgment at the moment of my death, me standing alone before the Throne of God, would bring for pain – purgation – as my eyes were opened to eternity and I fully understood how things really are: what impact my sins had had on me and on the life of the world. Purgatory involves seeing clearly the consequences of acts or omissions for which we sought forgiveness, admitting or knowing they were wrong, but without a full appreciation of all the implications. The suffering we might undergo in Purgatory is what didn’t get done here; it is an after-the-fact sharing in what Sacred Scripture is talking about when it speak of us making up for what is lacking in the sufferings of Christ.
What does Purgatory have to do with Christmas? In a sense, I guess, it has everything to do with Christmas, that is, if we remember that the Incarnation of the Word of God, God become Man, Jesus born at Bethlehem ends the stalemate between sinful or unredeemed humanity and our loving God. From the time of Adam’s sin people died and were buried; the B.C. (Before Christ) world still had some things to work through with God’s help (His choice in Abraham of a People, the giving of the Law through Moses, the mission of all the Prophets) before the fullness of time could come and God could send us a saviour. God Himself didn’t need a time-out or cooling off period, but human hearts had to be prepared to embrace the life with God which Adam and Eve had cast off so lightheartedly. Thanks to Bethlehem we live A.D. Anno Domini, in the year of our Lord. “God’s grace has been revealed, and it has made salvation possible for the whole human race…”
It is important to keep in mind that there is life and there is life: life comfortable, life healthy, life to be enjoyed, and there is life: life unbounded, filled with lasting joy, life constant and faithful, life everlasting. I want to say something about Christmas and life, small-l, yes, to be enjoyed. I would also like to push a bit this Christmas the notion of Life, capital-L, which through the manger and the Cross leads to joy.
Life on the surface, regulating our behavior based on appearances, is part of the disobedience of our first parents: “So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was to be desired to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate; and she also gave some to her husband, and he ate.” (Gen. 3:6) Our world is all too full of people we could simply tag “Don’t Tread on Me” or “Leave Me Alone” or “I will not serve” – “If it feels good, it must be all right”.
One of the great things about knowing better, about living after Bethlehem is that even if we gravely or mortally fail, God’s grace in His Church is available to help us turn around, to restore us to life with God. We can be forgiven; there is a remedy even for big sins and banishment from the face of God; not the old man but Christ, the new Adam rules the scene. Step One! We have a Saviour! It truly is God’s world.
Step Two! One of the great things about living since that night in Bethlehem is that a defenseless Infant, a beautiful little boy, a fine youth, an extraordinary Man, Jesus, one like us in all things but sin, has come on the scene, offering us forgiveness from our sins, victory over the grave, but imposing nothing, leaving it all up to us and our free will in response to His Truth spoken in love:
“After this many of his disciples drew back and no longer went about with him. Jesus said to the twelve, ‘Do you also wish to go away?’ Simon Peter answered him, ‘Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life; and we have believed, and have come to know, that you are the Holy One of God.’” (John 6:66-69)
May this Christmas be for each and all of you a great celebration of life, small-l. Beyond enjoyment, however, may this anniversary of the Birth of Our Saviour at Bethlehem bring you joy, the ultimate ingredient to the celebration of Life, capital-L.As the expression goes, “We are somebody, somebody in no less than God’s eyes”. What a joy!
The English Christmas carol, God rest ye, merry gentlemen, is a bit antique and perhaps hard to understand or relate to, but it bears the full message and also mine to you this evening: Let nothing you dismay! Oh, tidings of comfort and joy!
“Today in the town of David a saviour has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.”
