The Character We Play

ImageThe overpaid actor waits outside the studio lot for next week’s TV script.  The successful show has earned him a modem of success and the next script could lead him to even bigger projects.  “I wonder what my character will do this week?” the actor thinks to himself as he awaits a 12 hour day of rehearsals and taping.  He thinks that his character should do this or that, it’s only natural considering the past episodes yet he’s not the writer, others are given that job.  “My character said that he loved her so why not pop out the ring?” he thinks to himself.  “God,” he quickly thinks to himself, “what if this week the writers decide to kill me off and replace me with a cheaper actor.”  (“Do union dues cover this?” he mumbles to himself.)

If we say that God is in charge then that let’s us off of life’s hook.  If we say we’re a humanist than we’re pretty much damned to repeat today what happened yesterday.

“Script.”  I love that word.  Someone else has written words that we need to speak, and we need to mean it.  Are the words the rote that we’ve rehearsed and performed for decades or are they new insights that we’ve garnered that we’re able to incorporate into our character; that person who performs each day in front of others.

Acting is a learned skill.  Living life is a blessed, learned skill.  Invented and reinvented, everyday.

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“Forever and Ever”

ImageNo matter your age, those words speak volumes.  They speak of a tomorrow that is promised to each age.  Give an Alzheimer’s test to a 12 year old and she’d be committed for sure.  She has no idea about time because for her it is timeless.  The hopes and dreams that lull her to sleep each night are full of “forevers and evers.”

Turn the numbers around and he finds himself close to college graduation and the unknown tomorrows scare yet lure him toward them.  The commencement address only adds to the excitement of the “oyster” or the “budding flower” or the “anticipation” theme of the speaker.

Add twenty more to the graduate’s age and “forever” redefines itself but never loses its punch.  Now it’s the growing bigger home and fancier car that establishes his today is here because there’s a tomorrow.  (“Larger mortgages, car payments, it’s all okay.”)
Add another twenty and she may be in her second marriage but “forever” still lives in the wings.  “This is man I love,” she thinks to herself while fondly remembering the “forever” statement to the first one.  Retirement plans are now in the works with “forever” written all over them.  “61?  That’s nothing.”

Let’s add twenty more and see where he is now.  Who would have thought?  He’s still in “forever” mode.  His wife’s passing along with many friends he now clings to, you guessed it, “forever.”  There’s a place for him that’s been prepared (some religions you need to plan for, others it’s just one of the perks) just for him since the beginning of his life.  How long does “forever” stuff last?  I think you already know the answer.

He smiles to himself and she smiles to herself.  The adage is “to live for the day” but we all know we live for”evers and evers.”     

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“Pie In The Sky” or Isaiah 11: 1-11

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Advent scripture reading

One that day
(in my lifetime or the next century?)
a shoot shall sprout from the stump of Jesse, and from his roots a bud shall blossom. 

Not by appearance shall he judge
(black, hispanic asian or any flavor that is not the same as my color)
nor by hearsay shall he decide
(MSNBC and FoxNews will merge and then implode together on live television),
but he shall judge the poor with justice
(no more, “it’s their own doing, lazy, selfish”),
and decide aright for the land’s afflicted. 
(“Who are the society’s real poor?  Cyber Monday?  Black Friday, Southridge Mall was open for 26 straight hours!”) 

He shall strike the ruthless with the rod of his mouth. 
(Rush Limbaugh told his 15 million listeners that the pope is a socialist.  The Catholic Church is socialist.  He was trying to insult us.  Tell us something we don’t know!)

and with the breath of his lips he shall slay the wicked. 
(After someone makes a stupid statement, you just look at the person…I love that one)

Justice shall be the band around his waist, and faithfulness a belt upon his hips. 
(You are now armed with compassion, mercy, forgiveness, hopefulness and promises beyond our imaginations.)

Then the wolf (Blitzer) shall be a guest at the Boehner’s household for supper; and those making a living salary will lie down with all the WalMart employees;

browsing together with teenagers who think they know all the answers along with older adults who really do know all the answers… all with a little child to guide and be influence by both of them.

The cow and the bear shall be neighbors
(“You clean up your own dung and I’ll take care of attacking the campers at night. Fair enough?!”)
 
Together their young shall rest
(Is it possible for two semi-conflicting views to merge into one?  We always pray and say, yes.) 

The lion shall eat hay like the ox. 
(A friend just told me that the way politics was done years ago was that U.S. Senators got together at night, had a cigar together and a few brandies, then fell on the floor and found a solution.)

The baby shall play by the cobra’s den. 
(It gets a little tricky here.  “Does my talking to you mean that I’m indeed talking to you or does it mean that I agree with you when I can’t agree because of all the stuff that keeps me talking to you.  This applies not only to statesmen but to all families at Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners.)

and the child lay his hand on the adder’s lair. 
(probably the most significant of everything in this Isaiah reading.  Who takes the first step?  Who?  (Another friend of mine uses the image of dance to describe conflicting views.  “Can we dance together?” he asks.  “Who’s gonna to lead and who’s going to follow?”  And is dancing like that really about winning and losing or enjoying the music and uncovering a compromise.)

There shall be no harm or ruin on all my hold mountain. 
(How can either of those things exist when people are willing to talk together, work together, to be seen in the same room together.)

For his dwelling will be glorious.

“Sorry Isaiah.” “Yeah, right.”  “Baa-Umbug.”

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Where Is Eucharist Celebrated?

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St. Martins in the Field

My priest friend and I were finishing a hiking tour in Austria and spent our last days in London.  We saw a Broadway show on Saturday night and then Sunday morning arrived.

We walked to St. Martin in the Fields square complete with pigeons, a coffee shop and an old Episcopal Church.  We enjoy our morning coffee and he tells me that he looked online for Catholic Churches in the area and found one nearby whose Mass would begin in thirty minutes.  I look at him as if to say, “And your point is?”  He said that I was welcome to join him but that he was going.  I said, “Just look where you are and you want to go to church?”  Well, he left for his church and I was alone; or was I?

10:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning, St. Martins in the Field (where Neville Marriner has recorded more classical music than Andrew Greely characters), the pigeons fly and flop around the fountain as more people gather, I’m holding the London Times and a cup of coffee along with a nearby ashtray.  It slowly begins a misty rain (the Irish call it a “soft rain”) and I wonder if I should go inside.  I think to myself, “I’m from Milwaukee, Wisconsin; I’m not going anywhere!”

The rain moistens my newly unread newspaper but soon leaves as softly as it arrived.  The people continue to gather, the pigeons do what pigeons do and I’m on the steps of an ancient Episcopal Church with my coffee and a cigarette pondering the meaning of life that I’ve pondered for decades now with little comforting results.

The pondering stops and I think to myself, “Wow.”  Just that.  It reads the same backwards as forward.  I just think, “Wow.”

My priest friend returns after fulfilling his Catholic obligation and told me that the sermon was long and boring.

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Life’s Legacy

ImageWe see the fresh snow falling after supper and immediately bundle up and head outdoors.  (Boy, have I changed!)  We purposelessly run around and achieve no achievement except the sheer fun of being a part of this upcoming storm.  It doesn’t matter how much, it only mattered that it was drifting down and we were a part of it.

It isn’t long before we throw ourselves into the white stuff and stretch out our arms and legs.  We made angels.  We opened our mouths to capture a few of the flakes while our creation continued to be created.  The difficult part came in the exodus.  We didn’t plan that far ahead but if our creation is to be then we must someone release ourselves from this newly created imprint.  Slowly we rise to what would be the angel’s stomach and in one quick jump we’ve succeeded in leaving our angel in tacked.  We stare at our new creation for ten seconds until the next attraction attracts us.  It’s still snowing and there’s more time remaining before the adult curfew.

Years pass by and “legacy” becomes our new adult word for that snowed angel.  What imprint will remain when we’re gone?  Will new snow just cover the angel that we’ve painstakingly spent years creating?  Will that new young guy they just hired shovel over our joyful angel?  Or better yet, will he even see the angel that we created?

Was all our stretching for nothing?  The previous generation gave us a hard time for new ideas and the next generation now smiles at us without even knowing our name.

I stretched out many angels in my life and the beauty of any angel is that it is never recognized or acknowledged to me.  The angel is discovered and lived in the least place and person I know.  Someone comes up to me and says, “What you said in a sermon ten years ago has stayed with me since then.”  I have no idea what I said or who she is but I know that my stretching helped to stretch her.  Happy angel making.

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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Jesus says, “Mean Yes When You Say Yes.”

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It’s a simple question. What is your answer?

I hate when someone comes up to me and asks, ‘What are you doing today?”  I have to answer, “Nothing.”
“Oh good,” she says.  “Would you clean the toilets?”

“Damn, I think to myself.  Tricked again.”  If only she asked me the second question first, “Would you clean the toilets today?”  Then my answer can quickly become, “Oh, that’s too bad, I’m completely busy today.  Sorry.”

What Jesus ask?.  He asks the first question and none other.  No details or duties.  Jesus says to each of us, “What are you doing today?”

Details and duties, Jesus doesn’t seem concerned about them.  As if he’d say, “They’ll work themselves out.”

Who would say, “Yes” if the questions were life’s second ones?

“Hey how would you like to be a widow and raise your three children alone?”  “Wow, Jesus, really!  I’d love to do that.”  Hardly.

“Hey…
— how would you like to be cancer free for one year only to have it return?
— how would you like to know that your mind is fading away with each passing week and there is nothing anyone can do about it?
— how about having an inoperable tumor and the doctor says, “Let’s just wait and see?”
—how about a stupid car accident leaves your son a paraplegic?

Or simpler but just as complex ones…
“Hey…
— how about carrying a big chip on your shoulder that weighs you down daily?
— how being stuck in a job that you hate but having children to feed and clothe?
— how about finding something wrong with everything because you’re right about everything?
— how about being bored at 80 years old as much as a 12 year old is on a rainy Saturday afternoon?

If Jesus asked us the second question first, how many of us would say, “Hey, great, bring it on!”  Instead Jesus only asks us the first question first, “What are you doing today?”

You know, this “yes” and “no” stuff of Jesus doesn’t make any sense.  It doesn’t matter in life whether we say “yes” or “no” to Jesus because stuff will happen to us either way.  You’ll still have that cancer or you’ll still have that shoulder’s chip.

But saying “yes” to Jesus begins a partnership.  A true value, as the Alexian Brothers tell us, partnership is a mutual and beneficial exchange and experience between two people.  

We tend to think of God as the “Big Guy Up There” and we’re His tiny puppets puppetting through life.  Yet as God’s creation, as God’s creatures we are hardly puppets attached to a heavenly string.  St. Paul calls us “ambassadors” for surely we are that in making God known and present in our world.  That’s our part of the partnership.

God fulfills His part of the partnership by providing us with every possible gift (religious word) or tool (earthly word) that we need to make it through this life:
mercy…kindness…forgiveness…patience…an extra cheek when the first one was smacked… left eye because we  plucked the right one…
and most importantly the grace (religious word) for the strength and stamina (earthly words) to answer Jesus’ first and only question to us, “What are you doing today?”

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A String’s Strength

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“I’ve got the world on a string, sitting on a rainbow…”

“I’ve Got the World On A String” was a popular song declaring satisfaction, ease and comfort during a time of its opposites.  The reeling depression years prompts Harold Arlen’s 1932 song of supposed victory and newly found strength.  He cleverly uses as an image not a rock or mountain or religion’s certitude but what, a string.

The flimsiest of substances, a string can be broken by a single lit match, a quick tear or a tangling that causes many of the string parts to become enmeshed.  Confidence based on a string.  “Wow, is that future secure or what?” we say to ourselves.  As the song goes, the string is even “around my finger.”  “That’s supposed to make me feel better?  The string holding your security is tied around your finger?” we say to ourselves once again.  I guess leaving the Depression Years meant everyone is alone making due on his/her own.

Due.  What a great word.  What is “due” me?  We use the word “entitlement” these days to describe everyone receiving something that we’re not while we’re receiving all sorts of our own societal entitlements.  There is always the “dew” that falls from heaven and then there is the “due” that is horizontally shifted to us.  What is “due” us?  Our Christian faith says rightly absolutely nothing.  Arlen was correct by using a string as an imaginary personal strength.

Employees these days feel as secure as a piece of string.  Older adults live on a string, everyday.  If you’re in you’re 90’s, you may even feel that string getting caught up sometimes in itself but you continue to move the world, or least your world, with the your string.

“What a world,” continues the lyrics, “what a life, I’m in love.”  A string separates us from one element to another; be it our due or our death.  A string.  The weakest of images but its best to keep us stringing along in this world that we feel owes us its due; or better yet its dew.

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Frank Almond’s Stolen Violin

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Stolen but not forgotten

Gilda Radner said it best, “What’s all this I hear about violins?  What’s the big deal?”

It was a big deal in Milwaukee when first stringer Milwaukee Symphony Orchestra, Frank Almond lost a borrowed $5 mil. string leaving a concert.  Two days later the culprits were found, one named Universal Knowledge Allah (you couldn’t make this stuff up as hard as you may try.)  He’s 36 so he should know better but he’s also Universal Knowledge so one would think a little bit of the universal might have filtered into his knowledge.  “Allah?”  It’s like Smith to Christians.

Frank’s Stradivarius was on loan to him so Frank was able to take it where ever he wanted to go – a concert here, Starbucks for a quick latte, Dairy Queen because the wife wanted ice cream, Pick ‘N Save for a gallon of milk.  How many places can one visit carrying $5 mil of something?  (And I worry about my nice wrist watch?)

Frank was Tasered which left him stunned by more than the loss of $5 mil.  The day the news hit about the theft everyone at work was convinced the violin was out of the country the same night.  There was no question about it.  (Too much “TV drama” for that bunch?)

What my fellow employees didn’t realize was that it was a hostage situation.  Universal and Salah (the other guy) would have held up the violin on a YouTube video for Frank to see and then cry about waiting for the financial release figure.  (What do you feed a Stradivarious while in captivity?  “We’ll kill your family as well!”  Although the Stradivarius family is dwindling in numbers.)

The police rounded the “usual suspects” (who originally said that line?  Say the man’s name in the comment box) and found it on a south side home in an attic suitcase, still breathing $5 mil.  The violin had no apparent wounds but apparently was badly shaken by the ordeal.

“Gilda,” says the news anchor, “it’s violence, not violin.”  Gilda looks at the camera with her great, confused face and says, “never mind.”

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“Why?”

The least but always first question

The least but always first question

It’s the perfect question to answer with no further questions needed.  It is the one that needs no defense nor can it be argued or dismissed. Full proof or fool proof?  It is totally of our own making which makes it solely lacking (or soul lacking?).  A sole question from the one asking the question that has no answer.  What could this question be?  It’s only three letters followed by the sentence that your circumstance created and now needs an explanation.  It is “Why?”

“Ohhhh, I love it.  Now we can happily ramble on with countless and unsubstantiated statements that support and attempt to answer our “Why” question.  There is no defense for our “Why” answers if asked “Why” by others because we’ve provided all the information that they need to piece our “Why” explanation together.  It was because of “this or that” (fill in the blanks) that completes our sunny yet sordid explanation.

And the strange part is that we accept our explanations with no further thought or reflection.  If we have good and hearty friends then they will see through our shallow “Why” and probe a little deeper until they hit a dead end because we are so convinced of our “Why” explanation.  We blind ourselves to our “Why” and seem surprised that good folks surrounding us just don’t seem to buy it.

A good news reporter will ask the five questions that we all know.  Guess where “why” is?  That’s right.  Number 5.  The least answerable.  “Law and Order” lasted this long on television because the “Who” is always first with the “Why” unraveling in the last two minutes.

But in our personal lives it is usually the “Why”  that comes first and conveniently stays there because we find it so difficult to answer the first “W,” “Who.”  “Who are you?”  Occupation is the first response followed by who your parents are until you’re out of breath and out of filler words.  The bottom lines finally bottoms out and you’re let with the simplest and most complicated question someone could ever ask you, “Who are you?”

A common path is to identify ourselves in relation to others.  We respond to the question thinking of how others perceive or how we think they perceive us.  Tricky stuff because both observations may be entirely wrong.

“Who are you? In one sentence.”

The “Why” can never be unfolded and understood until the “Who” is revealed.

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The Gratitude Reminder

A gentle reminder for us all.

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The first full work week of 2014 was full on. It is never easy getting back to your work routine especially after you had such a relaxing break. My body did not adjust too well to this change of pace either. I ended up having headaches and was lacking in energy on and off all week. This condition carried through until yesterday where we had a day trip to the Blue Mountains. Our exciting plan to do some bush walk turned into nothing more than a leisurely stroll. I went to bed last night feeling frustrated with my body and was unsure whether it would ‘hold up’ enough for me to join a picnic at Rose Bay earlier today.

When I woke up this morning, I was pleasantly surprised to find out that the headache is gone and the energy is back. Once we arrived at Rose Bay and the majority…

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