God, Jr.

conversations-with-jesus_std_t_ntThere are probably worst things in the world but that list would have to include being named after your father, as in ”Junior.”

You don’t believe me?  Just think of poor Frank Sinatra,… Jr.  I can rest my case. This poor guy has to carry his father’s handle throughout his life.  Imagine the conversations upon meeting poor Frank, Jr.  How long would it take before the conversation sways to, “So, what was it like being raised by a saloon singer?” “Was he home much?” “Did he play ball with you?” Frank, Jr.’s responses would need to be courteous because he’s representing not himself but his father.

Or worse still, does he ever represent himself!  No one will ever say to Frank, Jr., “Wasn’t your father somebody famous?” or “What are you up to these days?”

To walk in the shadow of someone is truly daunting. You become someone else’s shadow.  How can you not think at the end of a day, “Why doesn’t anyone ask me anything about me?” And so your life is lived.

I heard Frank Jr. sing in a concert once. We went to his concert because, well, he’s the son of…  He wasn’t very good but it’s the closest we got to, well, you know who.  Last Sunday, television honored Frank’s 100th birthday, if Frank wasn’t dead.  Did “Jr.” sing?  Nope.  Did “Jr.” get to say something?  Nope again.  Tony Bennett, who should be dead was there.  And he sang!

Who’s the shadow to Johnny Carson?  Who’s the shadow to Joey Bishop? Who’s Jack Benny’s shadow? Here’s one that you may not know, who’s Merv Griffin’s shadow?  And just to be contemporary, who’s Jimmy Fallon’s shadow?  (Steve Higgins.)

I guess you know where I’m leading with this.  John the Baptist was Jesus’ warm-up act.  He was not the center of attention as much as he may have wanted the attention – with his weird outfit and still weirder diet.  John had an act but it was not a hard act to follow.  His was the warm-up act that doesn’t get to keep the stage for himself.  We’re amused by his warm up act but that’s not why we came to the show.  We want the main event.  Jesus comes along and had a stand-up that is still revered today.  He had the lines, he had the stories, he had the, what we’d say today, “a magical touch” (or was it a miraculous touch?).

Parents must know what it feels like to have this small, little thing running around one day and constantly eating while this small, little thing will one day advise you on your financial and retirement investments and your end-of-life matters.  (How does that all happen so quickly?)

If God named Jesus, “God, Jr.” to have him only mimic his Father then Jesus would be a puppet and we’d all be God’s puppets and completely fooled.  Jesus had to uncover his own, unique personhood or else this whole religion thing would have collapsed.

I thank my dad, Walter, daily that I’m not “Walter, Jr.” because it is not only the strange name but the baggage that I would need to carry about the real “Walter.”  (By the way, if the Holy Spirit is to be included in this happy family-thing then would she be “God, Jr., Jr,” or “God, III”?!)

I read this week about another “second-named-but-still-the-same person, person.”  We thought Jerry Falwell was dead but he cleverly named his son, “Jr.” which made him president of the school that his father founded.  (Who said you need to earn anything?)  Well, Jerry’s “Jr.” told his college aged students that “if more people had concealed-carry permits, then we could end those Muslims before they walk in and kill.”  (You realize that “Jr.” is talking now about a religion, not individuals.  His father’s voice continues through his, “Let’s teach them (them!) a lesson if they ever show up here.”  The apple doesn’t fall far from dad’s tree when he’s named you after himself.  I remember praying for a peaceful death for Jerry-then-senior but I guess my praying needs to continue.

There are two defining moments in the life of Jesus that made him his own person and hence our Savior.  The “Agony in the Garden” toward his Father and the “Wedding at Cana” toward his mom.  (Your two parents, get it?)   The “Wedding” with the miracle-wine-story shows that he wants to be identified as himself while at the same time obedient to his mother.  He does both, which is quite a trick in itself; we’ve all tried it at some point in our lives with our parents but it rarely worked for us.  The “Garden” story was Jesus’ defining moment when he realizes that he has choices, a true sign of an adult.  Jesus chooses. Jesus breaks away from God requesting, if possible, that the cup of death be passed to someone else but he chooses to be his own person and, in doing so, follows his Father.  It was a dramatic breaking away from God and his union with God, all at the same time.  Jesus becomes the “Christ” and no longer a “Jr.” because as a person he chooses his own right, in his own place – which happens, happily, to be the same purpose as his loving Father.

We shine because God’s light shines on us.  We’re not the main act when it comes to our Creator but we are the main act in our parenting, friendship and relationships but always in the shadow of our Creator.  Each of us is “John the Baptist” in our words and actions because they are always pointing toward Someone greater than ourselves.  Yes, we’re the opening act that warms up the awaiting audience to a glorious relationship with the main act, our Creator.

And then do you know what happens?  Slowly our shadow diminishes as our identity increases and our reliance upon God becomes solid.  “Lord, I can’t do this alone,” we say to ourselves, “but I know who and I am and I know that I am greater with You within me.”

Frank Sinatra, Jr.?  I feel sorry for him because his father cursed him with just a father’s name.  And, unfortunately, he can’t sing.  I regret Jerry, Jr. for furthering religious fears and division that I thought died with his father.

But John is not a junior.  His last name is his occupation.  Baptist.  (Does that make me “Joe the Priest?”)  John paves the way, pours the concrete, smooths it over carefully and welcomes the one whom he knew he was not, whose Allen Edmunds he can’t afford to buy.  But before his headless exit he commissions the top billing star by baptizing him.  The lesser baptizes the greater.  The greater cannot do what “great” means without the lessor’s anointing.  Go figure. We like to think of Baptism as the original sin stuff but how about being baptized into a life that is full of adventure, rejection, successes and then even more adventure?  John freely sends Jesus to be who he is and do what he needs to do; without the “junior” stuff.  Can we do any less with the youngsters around us?  Be less to them in order for them to be more.

If I was Frank, Jr. I’d change my name to “Sam” or “Harry” Sinatra.  That way I’d still be related to the guy but unhinged by his life and able to live the life that is mine.

Here’s one more, I can’t resist.  She’s the shadow to Fred Astaire and did it all perfectly backwards.

John has no “junior” added because he prepared and was the “Baptizer.”  What a better handle for someone than one who baptizes into life’s mysteries and excitements.  What a guy, John is, – to know his place and then to place another in his place – gracefully, humbly, willingly and freely.

books by Fr. Joe Jagodensky, SDS, available in paperback or Kindle at Amazon:
“Soulful Musings”
“Living Life’s Mysteries”
“Spiritual Wonderings and Wanderings”
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He Lifted Him Up

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“Porch night” as usual for me as the weather warms and the guy across the street exits holding his tiny son.  Like a Chinese vase, he holds him close to himself.  No carriage or stroller for this masculine guy who’s already worked his day but now comes home to his four children and especially this breakable Chinese, grace of a boy.

In the past I’ve seen him do the obligatory football throws with his two other sons.  (He has a good arm.)  His daughter seems to be in the background to my porching eyes.

Tonight he slowly strolls out with the youngest held near to him.  A half block away he easily lifts him up and places him securely on his shoulders.  The youngster’s communication is only a point of a finger and some mumbles that I can’t hear and I’m sure his father can’t understand.  The youngest is pointing to some unknown thing telling it he sees it as a part of his growing world, a world that will one day be his. After his father and mother dies.  He is telling the world that the world will soon be his, lock, stock and the proverbial barrel.

This young one at this early age will never remember the walk around the block on his big dad’s shoulders and resting on his neck, surveying what only a tall person sees.

But I hope that he will unconsciously never lose the depth and wealth and height and breathe that this world holds when he lives his life on the ground.

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A Feeble Funeral Attempt

The Circle ONEsmallerAttending a simple service for a friend in a funeral home, I was taken back by the minister.  He didn’t know the deceased but that did not prevent him from putting on a pretty good show.  The funeral home must have found him, if there’s such a thing as “Great Sermons When You Don’t Know the Person.com.”

She lived a long live and he began his sermon with the year she was born and significant events that occurred that year, in other words a trip down U.S. history’s lane, not hers.  Still a baby, I wondered how that information related to her life other than more significant events occurred that year than her birth.  He then proceeded to provide us with numbers, lots of numbers.  “She did this and that, this year and so forth.”  Why her height and weight were not provided to us still baffles me.

It was apparent to me that he had been given a data sheet about the deceased and then devised his little recitation.  Unfortunately, it was not a testimony but a timetable of numbers and figures.  (I expected a quiz at the small reception.)

Grading him while I was driving home is the following:

Delivery= A+
Periodic Smiles to Show that He Cares =A+
Ability to fill Twenty Minutes with Words =A+
Cleverly Avoiding Deceased’s Personality and Personhood =A+
Generalized Scriptural References Intended for Deceased of All Ages =A+
Ability to Collect $200.00 for a Thirty Minutes Performance =A+

She was a Milwaukee Public School teacher for over forty years, including grade school teaching and becoming a principal.  She bought a duplex to care for both of her aging parents.  She never married.  She had strong opinions about education and childhood development.  She will be missed but not because significant events occurred around her life but that she was a significant event.

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Television & Faith

TV-clipart“We interrupt this television program for this breaking news story.  Apparently two men presumably walked into a convenience store sometime around 7:00 a.m. and allegedly carrying handguns perhaps robbed the clerk and may have gotten away with an undisclosed amount of cash in a stolen car.  More details are coming and we’ll keep you posted with the latest developments.  And now back to our program.”

Viewer:  “Boy, do I now know all the facts or what?  I’m totally informed.”
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“In an apparent attempt to connect the divine with humanity – reputedly God impregnated a young girl with, as far as we know, a spirit that has been called holy.

Officials have speculated that love for His creatures was the overarching motive behind this birth.  People not at liberty to speak to the press told reporters that the baby was born in a stable although it most likely was in a cave in the Judean desert.

Flying creatures, looking presumably human, were both seen and overheard at the birth place by a group of presumed shepherds.  Alcohol is suspected to be involved in their evening activities.  Evidently, this baby’s life appears to be destined to break open the hearts of people all over the world.  No official, however, has confirmed or denied this report.

It seems to be assumed that his life will be short lived due to the jealousy and revenge of those around him.  Miracles will be reported but unsubstantiated except by those who believe in the powers that this man supposedly possesses.  In all probability, it seems this man has a remarkable ability to inspire those who hear his message.  There is no doubt that it will be a message of hope for those who need it and a strengthening of hope for those who already exhibit it.

It’s been taken as fact that this man, unnamed at this time, will die a horrible death designed for criminals and outlaws.  Sources have already reported a darkening of the sky on that sad day sometime in the man’s 33rd year.  Banks and businesses are likely to be closed during this time, so please plan ahead.

Rumors have already abound that three days after this man’s death, he will return from the dead disguised as a gardener.  In the unlikely event of this actually happening, an informant has revealed that a woman of ill-repute (though now dismissed) will be the first to see him.  Evidently, this will not sit well with the twelve individuals (men) who gave up everything to be with this man.  Forty days after this alleged event, this man will leave this world by bodily raising himself to the clouds along with the flying creatures seen earlier at the beginning of his life.  Again, alcohol appears to be involved.

Several people in the now have reasoned that this man’s life will impact generations of people to come.  This has not, however, been confirmed.  Stay tuned for further developments in this ever-breaking story.”

Interesting how we believe television and doubt our faith.

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Garbage Day

garbageTomorrow is garbage day in my neighborhood which includes recycling.  The six year old across the street is commissioned by his family to broker the recycling bin down the driveway and to the corner.  Not an easy task for a youngster who is slightly smaller than the tall bin.

He succeeds his journey by only halfway when the bin falls and the two-week refuse is released with excess liquid.  He ponders the situation for quite awhile for a young mind and even attempts a re-lift but it will not budge.  He yells help to his year older brother while I wonder if I should help him but I remind myself that I’m typing so I’m unable to assist.

His brother joins him as they survey the situation as only young minds can do and begin to wish the whole thing away.  After that doesn’t work, one sits on top of the fallen bin while the other wipes his feet of the strewn liquid and they both begin to laugh and to laugh and to laugh.

Father walks out and scornfully says to pick up each loose piece of garbage.  He lifts up the bin himself and walks back to the house.  “That’s why I told you to hold the top,” he says to his now silent sons.  (That wasn’t the reason for the fall, but nice try dad.)

In complete silence the loose garbage is returned to the upright bin and placed on the curb for by these two young boys.  A solemn silence considering the previous laughter.

An 89 year old told me today that she was standing on a chair in her apartment for some reason when she slipped and fell to the ground.  She started to laugh and to laugh.

The garbage bin is ready for pick up and my friend found the strength to get herself off the floor.  All three of them laughed at their precarious predicament.  All three of them laughed their way to a solution.

I love to laugh.  Some people say that I laugh at awkward times.  It is not that I don’t take things seriously but a hearty laugh may calm the mind to find a reasonable solution.

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in/Dependence

Dependence-DayShe dances and laughs at the pool’s resort on my fourth birthday. I didn’t ask for this get-away, I was happy at her home but here I am with small balloons on my elbows so I don’t drown and possibly wreak their college scholarship fund begun before I began.   I cry at my first few steps into the pool.

My first interview will rip me apart; they’ll never give me this job, MBA or not, I don’t have what it takes.

She laughs at my small tears as I’m up to my knees now.  She’s confident that my next step into the water will make me happy.  She was right, the water was not as cold as I thought. It’s actually kinda nice…as though I can use adverbs at four years old.

You need to take risks to get ahead, how do you think the rest of them did it?  You’re not doing anything different, it’s business as usual.  It’s all going well, we’re not doing anything wrong.

The water’s getting all over me now, I can’t do this much longer while she prompts me on with more of her smiles and dances. Pictures are taken and Facebook’s been covered for my relatives back home. She then pulls me out out of the water just in time before I really start balling.

“The government will help us out if we fail,” we are told by pay grades far higher than ours. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

She’s drying me now, completely naked, while telling me what a great job I did by wading in up to my waist.

“You’ll need an attorney at your own expense,” the higher pay guys tell all of us, but don’t worry the government can’t have us fail.

I’m dry now and this water stuff on my 4th birthday (or is my 35th birthday?) is finished and the Facebook stuff is over. Her smiling and dancing continues.  I guess the worst is over…

my mom is always nearby.

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Scrooge: P,P&F

Ebenezer Scrooge … so not a good mini-break look.Pretend to be Scrooge for a few paragraphs.  Put on his heavy, black coat, sleeping cap and one faintly lit candle and seat in a dank room with a smoldering fire facing you.

All right, don’t pretend; it’s not very inviting but instead think of life’s three segments and you get the picture.  Three spirits visit Scrooge on one single night and about one night, but in our lives those spirits live within us everyday –  Past, Present and Future – as well they should.

Depending on who you are, most of your time is spent in one of them when all of us ought to learn to live in all three at the same time.  If you’re down and out, it’s “Present” and his constant visits to the gas station and that “Future” lottery ticket that’s always a number or two off.  If you’re in your prime age then the “Present” fills your prime-time because the other two don’t exist, yet.  If you’re over 50 then it’s that 18 year old from your “Past” that now marvels you.

Scrooge’s visits all focus on one day and its developments – good and bad.  Our lives are best lived by weaving between them all, and attempting to bring them together from the “Present” to help form our “Future” but that’s not always easy to do.  That darn “Past” doesn’t seem to change (go wonder?!) and good and bad seem to filter my “Present.”  (Welcome to life!)

The “Past” only (and I mean “only”) influences your Present but can never dictate your Future.  How often does the “Past” brand us so our “Present” paralyzes us to a “Future” already made?  There is no fortitude in that thinking, no strength or perseverance.  There is “only” (there’s that crazy word again) a”Present” that freezes within us a resignation claiming it is a “given”; and that stupid phrase is repeated, “It is what it is.”  But the retort is always, “You don’t know what it’s like for me” as though you have the unique fortune to be the first person to know misfortune.

When this happens then we become the guy with that heavy, black coat in that cold room with the fire slowly burning out.  Our “Past” happened (which only pasts can do), our “Present” is now and ours in the making toward an unknown “Future”.  Who knows the “Future?”  No one does but we allow the “Past” to inform our “Present” and influence our “Future.”  What else can the word “hope” mean?

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Advent’s Inventory

memling-adventEvery grocery and department store knows exactly how much they have on display, in the back or awaiting arrival.  “A dollar is a dollar” and that hula hoop just doesn’t seem to be selling any longer.

Advent is about collecting your inventory and Lent is about evaluating your inventory.  Preparing for Christmas is the same as preparing for the cold winter months.  (No wonder Advent is now.)  Advent’s virtues of peace, contentment, hope and promise warm our souls anticipating again the birth of Christ.  Layers of clothes, a good sweater and jacket gets us from our cars to the grocery store.  We could call ourselves “collectors” during these four weeks.  Isaiah is full of good thoughts these days, thoughts of something good and positive laying ahead of us – just an arm’s reach away if we but stretch out our arm a little.  Advent fills and Lent empties.

Lent rolls around and it’s time to look at our loaded shelves that haven’t moved since December.  (We wonder during Lent why we bought that stupid stuff in the first place.)  Preparing for the resurrection, we empty ourselves only to be filled with Christ’s peace, contentment, hope and promise…stuff we bought last December.  Advent creates and Lent refines.

Persistent, nagging thoughts are useless we tell ourselves during Advent so we fill our life’s shelves with a promise that good thoughts and actions take over.  “Top shelve” is reserved for kind acts and words toward others.  “Middle shelve” is a job well done in our professional lives.  “Bottom shelve” is our personal life that will always baffle but never deter us.  That’s Advent.  Advent plants the seeds and Lent reaps the harvest.

Take these weeks to build up your inventory and place them prominently on its rightful shelve and don’t worry whether they’re sell or not, you will always have the Lenten season to take care of that.

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Advent: Joseph

nativity_poster_joseph_460The third starring character in our salvation story had the easiest job.  There were no lines to memorize or standing on marks to get the lights just right before filming begins.  Joseph just needed to be there.  He says nothing in the Bible which is pretty significant since it’s full of words.

Joseph was just there.  How many significant events happened during our lives and we can recall where were were, in full color?  Joseph is center stage but it didn’t seem to bother him to have the attention on his newborn or wife-to-be.

Joseph’s role is to be there and make his dreams have words through the actions of others.  Like the Old Testament Joseph, this New Joseph does the same thing.  Dreams and more dreams that all become real.  (If you named your child “Ryan” and he doesn’t speak a lot but dreams often you may wish to have his name changed.)

For us Joseph is two things.  He’s the dreamer and he was there.  How can we meld our dreams and our reality?  It seems pretty difficult at first but dreams illustrate what can be and reality shows us how it’s done.

Joseph doesn’t speak much because he doesn’t have to prove anything to anyone.  How often does our constant talking show how great or smart we are?  Joseph sits and listens and then dreams.  And do you know what happens?  Through Joseph’s dreams he is where he needs to be – beside his wife-to-be and the child who is his.  Jesus is Son to Joseph as much as Jesus is Son to us.

The major stars of our Nativity movie are the cow, donkey, Mary and Jesus.  (Go ahead and add the innkeeper, he only gets one line.)  Joseph becomes us.  Our sleep-fulled dreams are the messages that lead us to be where we need to be.

 

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Advent: An “Act” of Wonder

indexThe calendar tells us that the four weeks before Christmas has begun but our heart may be out of sync and we want to say Scrooge’s made up word.  You change the station when Andy sings what a “Wonderful Time of the Year” that this isn’t for you.

If you have children then it’s a cinch because their enthusiasm is so contagious that it’s hard to fake a Christmas smile with those tiny, wondrous eyes gazing at the lighted tree.

We been through this season year after year and the ending may have lost the peace and contentment promised by all those Advent scripture readings.

What better way to get on with it except to “act” like your excited and full of anticipation.  (“I have a minor in drama, I should be able to pull this off.”)  Preparing for “The Godfather,” Marlon Brando thought he looked too young so he put tissue paper in each cheek to broaden his face and make his voice sound hoarse.  History tells us that it worked.  He acted the part and in his old age he was tissue-less because the cheeks did their own thing.  His pretending worked well.

The Disney playgounds ingeniously build-in numerous layers of attractions for those who attend a second or third time.  The first visit you see the magic castle and all the glittering lights.  Your second visit you look past that castle and see something new that’s been planted there just for your second visit.  The Vatican has the same layout only without the scheming.   On your first visit to the Vatican who would ever look at the floor because your eyes are glued to the ceiling and surrounding lifelike figures.  On your second visit the floor may catch your attention as you see the measurements of other Catholic cathedrals around the world and how they pale in comparison to the size of the Vatican.

Advent has something for everyone in all times of life.  The trick, or faith’s beauty is getting you to look and find some part of you that’s been hidden away behind that fixed-rigid clock that ticks away in your head or those heavy bags that weigh down any life-giving energy.

“Act” like you love Advent once more and discover a nook or cranny of hope, peace and contentment that waits to be captured, honored and cherished.  If you “act” well, you may not win an Oscar but I bet there’s a nomination waiting for you during the season of waiting.

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