“Yes”

yesI hate when someone calls to ask me a favor and begins with the question, “What are doing tomorrow night?” I have no idea what is involved but I’m expected to give an instant answer. Am I to be an accomplice to murder or moving a couch, I wonder.  I say, “Yes,” and then I hear, “Oh good, you can help me clean the bathroom.” Now I’m stuck. Instead of being asked, “Would you like to come to supper tomorrow night?” Then I know what’s expected and can either lie or accept.

God, of course, is the one asking the question and we are expected to reply, “Yes,” with no knowledge of what is about to happen. “Are you willing to live life?” God might ask us. What is our response? It is like the Jesus parable where the landowner asks the same question and first man says, “Yes,” but then never shows up and the second man says, “No,” but changes his mind and goes to work in the field.

How hard is it to “yes” to the unknown? We all know the answer to that question. Not knowing what’s behind life’s curtain is what our “yes” mandates. (Is that what “blind faith” means?)

Our “yes” is based on a faith foundation that includes God’s mercy, compassion and continuing presence. We may “blindly” say “yes” but our trusting eyes can see the glories of God and we are able to give an unconditional “yes” to life.

What does this life hold for us? Well, keep saying “yes” and then see what happens.

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Forever “and ever”

forever and everI love satellite radio. Since sliced bread, I can’t think of anything comparable. Commercial free, varied and so many offerings. I renew it every three years. My renewal came up so I called to renew for another three years and the operator said, “for an additional $60.00 you can have it forever?” I was stumped. Do I choose “forever” or the “three years.” (The decisions we must make in life.) I paused and said, “Is satellite going out of business soon?” The operator laughed and assured me that no, it’s here to stay. I’m thinking what does “forever” mean in business anyway. Will my hardware store be here forever and my pharmacy be beside me for all time?

I bought the “forever” and will never make another payment for the rest of my life. Pretty cool, I think.

I have a wedding ceremony soon and thought I’d talk about “forever.” I could talk forever but thought it best to contain it to a few minutes. What does “forever” mean in marriage these days anyway? In our U.S. culture, I think I’d make a Vegas bet. A $20,000.00 wedding ceremony and the bets are on five married years, tops. We’re too influenced by others to decide otherwise. It’s too convenient to get out of a marriage these days. (I love the ads for “Christian divorce attorneys” who swear that there’s a calm, civilized way of divorcing. I think that contradicts what divorce is, it should be divisive and hurtful. Otherwise, why do it? Also, what’s so “calm and civilized” about Christianity?)

The Catholic Church ends many prayers with “forever and ever.” Overkill? I agree. “Forever” isn’t enough. The Church needs to add another “ever” after it? (Will this marriage ever end?!)

Spiritually, “forever” means right now, this day. What are you doing now and what can you do? What are you thinking about and hoping for right now? Our “nows” make “forever” happen.

I’m enjoying satellite radio…. now.

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The Silence of St. Joseph

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“St. Joseph was a quiet man.”

Lot’s wife has no name (I guess you could call her “Salty”) and Joseph says and has no recorded statements in the Bible. The next cocktail party you attend, you can amaze your friends with these tiny bits of trivia.

God speaks to Joseph through dreams. Joseph was aware of them, interpreted and acted upon them. Lucky for the Holy Family. He probably learned more in his silence than in telling everyone what to think or what was good or bad in the world.  Joseph’s silence opened him up to hear the voice of God, in his case, found in dreams.

A fellow employee told me that when she arrives home, the television goes on and stays on. Imagine all those TV ads floating around somewhere in her head. (No wonder I always thought she was hyper at work.) She had no silence. There wasn’t room in her head for anything other than toilet cleaners, divorce attorneys or cheap auto insurance.

Winter has its drawbacks but one benefit I find is that the doors and windows are closed and there is a newly found silence that fills the house. A quiet that can either be experienced as boredom or blessed.

Our culture prides itself on noise and lights. You can’t get away from either. The toll it must take on our psyche and soul must be astounding. I was about to say why not “take some time out for silence” but that sounds too cheesy. You don’t take “time” out or you’d just sit there and wonder when this scheduled time of this silence will end. A space needs to be created within you that allows silence to fill you up in order to shut you down and open up something greater than you.

Joseph’s silence was blessed and graced. It provided insight that no one else knew from first marrying the pregnant Mary to enabling his family to escape death. Benefits from winter’s silence.

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The “Holy Family,” Normal?

HolyFamilyIf I hear once more what a “normal” family is, I think I’ll….well, who knows.
The June Cleavers and Donna Reeds make for good television but are lousy at real life stuff. The buzz word opposite normal was “dysfunctional” as though that described only your family. All other families were “functional.” How unlucky for you.
Thinking about real life families, consider the biblical characters during the Christmas season.

A crazy cousin who dresses weird and eats the same way.
A pregnant unwed young girl who has no viable skills outside the home but looks good in blue.
A silent-type husband-to-be who wants to get rid of the pregnant-blue young girl and move on.
An old married lady who discovers she’s with child and, if that’s not enough, the kid keeps “leaping” in her womb; presumably with “joy.”
Angles coming and going and making grand announcements that no one understands but always prefaces them with “Do not be afraid,” as though that helps with this flying thing in front of your face.
An mute uncle who has lots to say but is unable to say them.
A government official that wants you dead before you’ve even born.
An old lady who prays all day and promises she’ll die once you’re born.

Your 12 year old refuses to leave church because he needs to “about my Father’s business.”
Your 30 year old son doesn’t listen to you and serves the best wine last setting back the family’s finances.

Now picture these people around a Christmas dinner table, carrying on, sharing opinions, thoughts and words (except mute uncle.)

That’s the wonder of the Christmas season and beyond. The awe of the season is what each person contributes to the story. To leave out any of these characters is to miss an important element of the dramatic story of God breaking into history. All accomplished through these super-not-normal people.  Happy Dysfunction; no I mean, Merry Christmas.

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“Enlarged Hearts”

Enlarged-heartMedicine has all kinds of maladies concerning the heart. Heart attack? Call 911. Enlarged heart? Drugs for the rest of your life.
Those medical alerts are conversely spiritual gifts. A heart attack in spirituality is called passion and a deep love that is so enveloping, it jolts our pumping organ. An enlarged heart? What better definition for spirituality than an “enlarged heart.” To be afflicted with an enlarged heart means that you have opened yourself up to something or someone greater than yourself and by doing so, the graces that flow to you are huge. An enlarged heart so much better than our petty little ones that so easily get caught up in jealousy, competition, paranoia and selfishness. An enlarged heart has room for so much more and so many more.

We look at others to see how we can improve our lives. We model and we look for models. In medicine it is called “contagious.” Scary word with even scarier consequences. Spiritually, “contagion,” of God’s heart is a wonderful and inviting event. It becomes infectious. (Another bad medical word but a cherished spiritual one.)

Let us infect each other with enlarged hearts that break down divisions that are so common these days. Find a common ground with someone who disagrees with you on most issues and build from there.

Strengthen your heart with an attack of love, compassion, mercy, forgiveness. What a better beating sensation can there be?

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“Topsy Turvy”

2008-02-10-topsy-turvyThat’s a little known theological concept that you may feel free to use in conversations, especially when there’s a lull. Impress your friends with the question, “How can Mary be the ‘Mother of God’ when God is the Creator?”  That’s ‘topsy turvy’.  The silence will immediately begin and then comes the difficult part, trying to explain it.

St. Augustine can help us out when he writes, “the bread might be hungry, and the fountain thirsty; that the light might sleep, and the way be weary from the journey; that the truth might be accused by false witnesses, and the judge of the living and dead be judged by a mortal judge; that justice might be convicted by the unjust and discipline be scourged with whips; that the cluster of grapes might be crowned with thorns, and the foundation be hung on a tree; that strength might grow weak, eternal health be wounded, life die. …that the one who was born of the Father, not made by the Father, was made in the Mother whom he had made; so that he might exist here for a time, being born of her who could never and nowhere have existed except through him.”

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Halloween’s Mask

yiodABriEAnother season ends and a new season lies before us as the kids do what kids love to do.  They pretend and put on a mask to be someone other than they think they are.  (What kid knows who he/she is while in grade school, anyway?!)  But the mask is donned and suddenly they’re Batman, Cinderella, or whoever is this year’s flavor.  Once the mask is placed, they seem to actually feel the way that personality feels; a transformation occurs within their minds and the parent may even wonder who’s standing before them prior to the house to house search for goodies.  (And if they eat all of that candy, the parent may wonder again the same question!)

The masks we mask ourselves with to be the someone we want to be.  While my grandmother napped, I went to her back bedroom and with spatula in hand I became Bob Barker entertaining my fake audience along with fake prizes for my fake contestants.  I loved every minute of that pretend.  At home, I presented a fake radio show to nobody but myself and the large, live audience that filled my small bedroom.  Sundays meant Mass for Catholics so I accommodated a fake congregation with my fake priestly vestments and gibberish-Latin rendition of the Mass in the ’60’s.  Mask or destiny?

I was able to be on the radio for years and still enjoy this priestly ministry.  The Bob Barker part I never got, oh well.  Today, I’ll be caught between two projects and having a wonderful day when someone tells me about a medical diagnosis and another mask needs to be worn.  I’m psyched at the beginning of a Sunday Mass and rehearsing my sermon in my head and someone comes toward me with a question that Google could have solved for them.  Another mask.

I’ve been called arrogant, flippant, aloof, condescending and, most recently, obtuse.  I had to look up the last one.  (It fit in that situation.)

That’s a lot of masks for me to buy when I really think I’m kinda of a nice guy.

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Airport Friends

airportI spent three hours with a thousand of my good friends at the Atlanta Hartsfield Jackson Airport. Although they don’t know me; I am among, between and bumping into them for three hours. The layover seems like an eternity when you know what the end time is.

What does one do for three hours? Alcohol sounds like a good idea at 1:30 p.m. in the afternoon.   (Technically you’re still on vacation until you re-enter your home.) I order a Manhattan and the waiter tells me how his grandparents enjoyed them which made me think twice about my age and place in life.   Seated across from me is a couple from Florida returning from a Packer game in Wisconsin. Since I’m from Wisconsin I could not let the moment pass by. Everything about her attire is “Packer” mania from two sets of Packer earrings, pajama Packer pants (it was not a fancy airport restaurant), a Packer jersey and a Packer bag. “Oh, you follow the Packers?” I astutely ask them. (I’m good at stuff like that.) They proceed to tell me more details than I care to know or understand but I guess the Packers won so their Green Bay trip was worthwhile. The straight-haired lady in front of me never smiled or acknowledged my existence. (I find that to be a common airport behavior. If you look bored and self-involved then everyone will think that you’re above the fray, must travel a lot and are important.)

I refuse to take on that behavior because I have three hours to spend here and I’d like to use it to absorb what is surrounding me in this maze of breathing humans with nothing in common except for the “wait”. (And yet we have everything in common because we are all human and are “waiting” for the next plane.) Passing by my table is a father carrying a child on his shoulders until he realizes that the kid may fall and the child will sue the airport so the dad places him back into the stroller. There is a tattoo lady with more scripture passages on her arm than I’ve memorized, next to her is serious-business-lady-with- cellphone and Air Mac acting like she’s solving the world’s problems, or so she thinks. There are a lot of those types in the airport with their cellphones at the ready; I guess you never know when that important call will arrive. When they are talking, it sounds very important but soon I hear it’s only about life’s tidbits and stuff they’re missing out on at home. I see a beautiful woman with a ring in her nose. (I guess she believed whoever told her that she was not attractive. How sad.) There are military guys roaming around in their camouflage outfits and I wonder what war they’re off to.

Even the smoking room (which I’m glad this airport still maintains) contains aloof and “looking-right-through-you” people. A woman is gabbing on her cellphone while holding an unlit cigarette. I light it for her and you’d think I gave her a $20.00 bill. She laughs showing me the lighter in her hand but thanks me nonetheless and proceeds to tell her friend about the spontaneous light.

I’ve found in my travels that these distant-posturing people who seem to assume this behavior while in large numbers of like people is easily broken with a quick smile, a sincere “good afternoon,” or a comment about the weather either where they’ve been or going to. An ice breaker also works with a comment about shoes or jacket. “Hey, that’s a cool jacket,” I’ll say. People then seem to warm up. At first they think you’re a robber or crook but slowly realize that you’re just another guy who needs to wait three non-flying hours in a crowded airport on a Monday afternoon.

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The “Changing” Catholic Church

(Sunday morning sermon)

Gods-viewpoint1Who’s worthy to receive the Eucharist, the Body of Christ?  Who is unworthy?  Whose to judge?

We missed printing this in the Sunday bulletin but starting next week we’re planning to use all the wonderful technology that’s available to us these days.  We are asking all the parish members to go online to the parish website and backslash “communion.”  Here you’ll be prompted to enter your name and other information along with a credit card.  Not to worry, the credit card will only be used for a monthly small fee to monitor who can receive Communion and who cannot.  Your credit card information is truly safe with the Catholic Church.  Believe me.

We should have begun this years ago but we are a little behind in this regard.  Then, the following Sunday when you approach me for Communion, simply bring your iPhone and scan your phone for complete verification.  If you do not own an iPhone, you have this one week to purchase one.  We’re working with Apple to make this effort seamless and convenient for all of you.  Because you see this way we can weed out the gays, illicitly married, those in cohabitation and those folks without an annulment.  Why gays are mixed up with the rest of them is beyond me but I trust it’s in the Catholic Church’s wisdom to do so.

(cell phone rings)

Oh, I apologize but I got to take this, it’s the home office.  Hey, how are you?  Oh, it’s you, Holy Father.  With the time difference, you must be up late.  I’m, I’m fine, thank you for asking.  Yes, that’s right, I still have the Audi convertible.  I know, I know but it’s a nice car.  Yes, yes, I’m standing in front of them right now.  You say that it’s all changed!  How can that happen, Holy Father. Only 30 years ago gays were “morally” something horrible and now, you say now it’s changing?  And what about all those married folks – illicitly married (which no one understands except priests and bishops), cohabitation, and those without annulments?  You say they are all now cleared for Communion.
Excuse my imprudence, Holy Father, but for how many years they couldn’t receive Communion and now they can?  How can they all be something horribly “morally” wrong but now it’s okay?  I know, I know you have a busy day ahead of you and you’re making my sermon a lot longer than it normally is.  All right, then.  You got it.  You’re the big guy.  Thanks, and please rethink the car thing.  I like it.  Okay, bye.

Alright folks.  You can forget about the iPhone and technology.  I don’t mind telling you that I’m wondering what’s on the Catholic Church’s mind.  Could it be the mind of God?”

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One Simple Flame

photo_15509_201004232It’s just one little flame from a short wick.  One puff or a wind’s puff and it’s gone with a short aftermath of smoke.  Fragile but appearing strong it finds its strength from its fluid- soaked stem.  So it burns and we find comfort in its small light but barely enough to keep us warm.

We light one candle, just for the heck of it, allowing our thoughts to wander from the known yesterdays to our predicted tomorrows while sometimes glancing at that one small flame in front of us.

Our parents told us that this flame of however they named it would be ours throughout life forever guiding and lighting our ways.  Clothes dryers call it a “pilot light” and you wait until you hear the click before going back upstairs.  No click, no dry clothes.  You hear a few circular motions of clothes and the hopeful click and you are comforted for the next load.

Life then happens with all of its circular motions and you patiently wait for the pilot light’s click.  Alas, silence and emptiness surround you because there is too much noise to hear that hopeful, promising click.  If despair could be defined it would colloquially be said to be the click that was not heard.  It is that pilot light or single flame that either ennobles hope or prepares you for the unwanted result.  All the while it remains just one simple flame that can either light life’s path or warm its cold heart.  The flame seems to move from one soft wind to the next, winds we cannot often feel.

Winter approaches again in Wisconsin and I wonder why I remain here.  Does one flame do it for me?  Tragedy strikes and the pilot light seems to have been extinguished but has it?  A midlife malaise settles in and you question your parent’s wisdom about this ever supposed single light.

One simple, firm flame.  It looks strong and secure but you know that one blow and it’s out cold.  You are unable to make it bigger because it is only one flame.   So, what keeps it going?  What makes this flame last a lifetime and even longer?  Is it the stem, the fluid or the end result; the simple, firm flame?  I’m not sure but I am sure glad that my clothes are finally dry now.

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