Monthly Archives: July 2023

Northern lower Michigan

God is truly blessing my vacation experiences. Less than two weeks ago the Upper Mississippi adventure and now this birthday weekend the surprises keep coming. I decided to drive to northern Michigan to see the band of highly talented young adults Good Morning Bedlam whom I saw in Marshfield, Wisconsin. The unique musicians/singers are led by a husband/wife powerhouse. The youngsters I knew nothing about fascinated me. I have been listening to them ever since. Investigating online I saw they put together a northern Michigan tour. Instantly, I knew it would be a perfect birthday gift to myself. With very little effort, I threw together a weekend road trip. In experience, it so far has proved stunning.

When I was visiting the Upper Peninsula, participating in a guided tour of Grand Island, the tour guide praised an ‘Old Growth Forest’ park in Grayling, Michigan: Hartwick Pines State Park. The state park is close to the Sunday afternoon concert, so I added it to the itinerary. Now the visit is complete. The park proved majestic as the gentleman mentioned, yet I found something unexpected. There is an impressive logging museum on the site. The historic museum was built in the 1930s by the Civilian Conservation Corps, a depression era federal government project providing jobless impoverished men jobs.

The museum does a thorough job of detailing and providing relics from the lumber industry that swept through Michigan. The intensive lumberjacking effort by a young United States is something marvelous to wrap one’s mind around. Beyond the lumber industry, the museum does an excellent job of allowing visitors to empathize and understand the lives of individuals. Sleeping quarters are on display as well as items of entertainment, the words to lumberjacking songs, details of the hazards, and the various jobs men worked. More than lumberjacks, there were teamsters, land surveyors—plotting and mapping territories, railroad men, river jockeys, blacksmiths, doctors and more. It was western Christian civilization advancing into the wilderness. There could be accusations of exploitation and other critical views, yet I do not like to judge history. It is what it is. We learn from it and grow. We don’t judge and cast dispersion upon those trying to survive, even if some were prospering dramatically beyond others. The lumberjack song pokes fun at the fact the company owners were the only ones getting rich. Hartwick Pines State Park was a thrill.

Then my second surprise enroute to the Good Morning Bedlam concert occurred as I search for a place to attend Mass. I found an intriguing shrine in Mio, Michigan I pursued. I rented a room at the Mio Motel—in fact I am typing right now on its charming balcony. Suffice to say, the Our Lady of the Woods Shrine turned out to be a blessing. Another gem built in previous times—the 1950s. I was able to attend an outdoor vigil Mass, while planning a morning Rosary tomorrow. Humble, friendly, small-town people. God is good. I am exhausted and going to try to organize photo galleries. I am still not pleased, though acknowledging improvement, with my website image offerings.  

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Traditional Spanish images

Thanks to modern technology, I am able to exchange with my mother’s family in Spain. Through Facebook, I was introduced to a Spanish photographer, Jose Ortiz-Echague (1886-1980). Echague embraced the photographic camera during a time he was positive traditional ways of life in Spain were disappearing. He made it his mission to capture the Spain he saw vanishing. His images of the religious life-Carthusians especially—are mesmerizing. I did smile at one commenter who expressed the fact that Echague dramatized everything. Histrionic, his fisherman or mariners appeared to be marching off to some epic battle, the crossing of the River Styx, or some other confrontation with evil. To me it seemed so Spanish. Who else but the Spanish could be accused of over acting in still photographers?

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The resource of prayer

Finally, let us, as far as depends on us, moderate our consolations when they go too far. St. Teresa compares the joys of contemplation to a heavenly water. “However abundant it may be,” she says, “it can never be excessive, because there cannot be any excess in what comes from God, and when He gives this living water to a soul in great quantity, He also increases its capacity to drink abundantly of it. But, as the demon and nature may mingle their wiles with these consolations, and render them impetuous and violent even to indiscretion, the saint counsels us, whenever we feel that our bodily strength is beginning to fail, or that our head is aching, to moderate these emotions, whatever consolation we may be enjoying, either by a change of subject, or by abridging the time of our prayer (provided it be not prescribed by rule); for discretion is necessary in everything. In dryness, avoid discouragement and pusillanimity. However profound and persistent be the aridity, with whatever temptations it be aggravated, though all hell be let loose to harass the senses and imagination, let us never lose courage. God tries us in order to purify us, and does not wish our destruction; He is a father, not a judge; He is a director, whose object is to purge the soul, to strip it of all its attachments, in order to render it better. From the moment we make serious efforts to combat temptations, and, in spite of our aridities, to occupy ourselves with God with a good will, albeit without relish or enthusiasm, the temptations which agitate the imagination and disturb the senses are merely fears, torments inflicted on the soul, assaults of the demon, but are not voluntary acts nor sins. “If you wish to know,” says St. Liguori, “the true state of your soul ask it whether, in the height of its desolation, it would commit a single deliberate venial sin, and it will answer without hesitation that it is ready to suffer not one but a thousand deaths rather than offend the Lord.” If you are thus disposed, bless God and remain in peace; you are doing all that He expects from you, although you feel it not; you possess the love of God and true devotion, you want only its sweetness. On the other hand, if you perceive that, in time of desolation, your will is prone to murmuring, to bitterness, to relaxation, that it avoids God and is slovenly in prayer, correct at once these and other such defects; for the evil is in your will, and the aridity is only its occasion

Above all, do not abandon prayer; for you have now more need of it than ever; to do so is the sure way to fall into the snares of the enemy. Besides, during dryness we gain most merit,” as St. Alphonsus says, provided only we persevere courageously in prayer. “Happy,” he repeats, “happy he who, in spite of desolation, remains faithful to mental prayer! God will load him with His graces.” But how must we employ ourselves at such a time? “Let us humble ourselves, let us be resigned. Let us humble ourselves, I repeat, and make acts of resignation.” Humility and resignation; here, according to the same saint, is the true prayer of the desert.

Sometimes, however, a humble and peaceable resignation will be impossible, the soul is so troubled, so distracted, so helpless; then is the time to have recourse to the prayer of the drowning man, who, struggling in the water, can only shout for help.” So speaks Fr. Desurmont, and so he  acted himself, like a worthy disciple of St. Liguori. “What kind of prayer do you make use of in your troubles”? someone asked him one day.-” The prayer Kyrie eleison,” he answered. He used to present each of his troubles before God, saying at the same time: Kyrie eleison. He used even to name each of his miseries, repeating Kyrie eleison. And is it not in truth the wisest method, when the thought of our troubles and miseries pursues us, to show them to God, and to make them the subject of our conversation with Him, and so to change into a prayer the very assault which threatens to stifle our prayer?

‘The Ways of Mental Prayer’ written by RT Rev Dom Vitalis Lehodey

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