Monthly Archives: August 2015

A call to God and placed on hold

‘My sovereign Lord, I am eager to serve You. My life is in balance. Something is happening inside me. Within, I am transforming. What should I do?’

‘Wait’.

‘What?’

‘Wait. Do nothing.’

‘I have to do something. Let me check my messages. Nothing. Let me check my email. Nothing. Who can I text? No one.’

‘Wait’.

‘I need a heroic plan. Someone to love. Someone to pursue, someone new. Someone to oppose. An ideology to embrace, an ideology to reject, a cause to further, a message to spread.’

‘Simply wait. Your thoughts demonstrate a lack of patience. I am! I am not yet sufficient for you. You still need. At your core you are desperate. Accept your thoughts, observe them. Gently, rein in your emotions.’

‘I am still wounded, imperfections abound. I know myself, yet still…within the waiting I become fearful. I need the Eucharist to consol and comfort. I use to depend entirely upon Mary, an infant weaning. I cried to her, grasped for the hem of her garment, rolled upon the ground shaking my fist and kicking my feet, slamming my head violently against the ground, demanding her attention. Weeping and wailing, I sheltered myself under her mantle within my sinful wandering, broken-heartedly praying Rosaries with extreme devout attention. Now advancing, you tell me nothing more than to wait.’

‘Nothing more. Wait. Be quiet and still. Activity awaits. Your prayer life and religious devotion are stout. Now wait. You must prove you can wait within a state of grace and contentment. Within a mystery, it is not a mystery. Within the testing, it is not an intellectual test. Through, with, and in Faith, Hope, and Charity you must wait.’

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An evening with Mary

The conclusion to a Feast of the Assumption weekend last night in Little Italy.  It allows recollection on where I am and where I am going.  Last year, it was one of my fondest memories in regards to moments with Ann.  Lauren also attended, my first meeting with her.  This year I attended with people associated with St Paul Shrine.  Carol committed to accompany, however once again she changed plans the day of the event.  The previous day, she journeyed to Carey, Ohio to attend celebrations at the National Shrine of Our Lady of Consolation.  It was a hot weekend and due to large crowds she was forced to sleep in her car.  I was disappointed when she broke our engagement, yet understood her exhaustion, her not wanting to be out late, to retire early in her own bed and with air conditioning.  It was a hot weekend.  She was polite and considerate.  Being overly dramatic, I whined to God about the quality of women He placed within my life, convinced the women I encountered I could not count on for stability, feeling that I must accept that women just did not find me attractive, women did not enjoy spending time with me.  Mary called and her presence soothed.  I was grateful I invited her during morning mass.  She told me she arraigned others from St Paul Shrine to meet us.  The night was filled with people, thronging masses everywhere throughout the streets.  People seeking a religious experience, others socializing, some drinking, many eating Italian food, crowds having fun.  Bodies packed Holy Rosary church.  Harmonized voices lifted the responses and hymns within the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass to a rousing crescendo.  Inspiringly, I recognized the woman reading scripture.  It was the woman I recently ran into at Cain Park playing tennis, Kathy, a former associate from the recovery world of Paul, the lawyer and intellectual gatherer of interesting people.  She made her way through the crowd after mass to say hello.  I introduced her to my friends from St Paul Shrine.  We all settled into conversation, before Kathy excused herself, informing us tomorrow, Monday, was her first day back to school as an elementary school teacher.  Kathy mentioned she said hi to Paul and everyone for me, stating the group’s interest in me, their combined enthusiasm to see me.  I would enjoy joining them for a gathering.  Mary and I made our way to eat Italian food, separating from the others.  We would spend the rest of the evening together, staying until late, just standing and watching people for the most part.  Wrapping the evening up as midnight approached, we walked to the car.  Mary spoke about her days as a religious sister in a convent.  I told her about my concentration upon the virtue of patience.  She laughed heartily, telling me about her temper issues, her tendency to suffer eruptions of anger and wrath.  It plagued her during her consecrated life.  I never knew she pursued the religious life.  The idea she endured a bad temper also surprised me.  Mary is one of the calmest persons I have ever been around.  I associated it with her Filipino disposition and religious devotion.  Her mature contentment and state of peace can only be attained by one proficient and practiced in prayer.  Mary possesses the ability to provide company while demanding absolutely nothing from me.  Silence, her contentment to be with me, her simplicity, imprint profoundness.  The walk back to the car, and the drive to Mary’s home, conversation centered upon detachment.  Mary told me how she suffered from a severe sense of detachment from the world.  She suffered through an intense distance between her and everything she encountered.  Beyond an intellectual idea, purely a fact, it is a harsh reality for her.  A retired librarian, single throughout life, she goes through life alone, active socially, yet apart from the world, centered upon God  I understood the importance of the two of us being left alone once again.  I threw all these women’s name into this post in order to establish the distance pervading my life.  Emotionally I can be aroused, yet in my core something is drawing me deeper, into an abandonment and comfort with simply and solely concentrating upon God.  Nothing else in life is able to penetrate my prayer life.  Mary is the same.  With no bitterness–through, with, and in love, I observe the world, pleased, yet desiring for so much more.  Standing amidst the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd outside the church after the procession, singing Salve Regina, I felt overwhelmed with charity and compassion.  Dropping Mary off, I knew the proper lady accompanied me for the evening.

Mary and Joseph

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Patience in formation

…it seems that we are never to cease being novices; our profession is deferred so long, that almost our whole life, passes in a noviceship and probation before the society (Jesuits) admits and acknowledges us to be true and fit workmen in the vineyard of our Lord.  It does this because the matter in question is the conferring upon us what is of the greatest importance in the world; and therefore it is necessary to have a good trial beforehand, to see what we are and what we are capable of.  The thing in question is, to charge us, not only with the conversion, but with the perfection also, of our neighbor; and therefore it is necessary we should first have laboured very well for our own.  Hence it is easily seen how much those are deceived who seem to think these probations too long or even useless, and who, from the first ray of light they receive in prayer—from the least spark of piety they feel in their heart—would on a sudden thrust themselves into the offices of preaching and hearing confessions.  St Ephraim deplores this abuse, and says it is a sentiment that springs, not from the spirit of God, but from the spirit of presumption and pride.  “They would begin,” says he, “to teach before they know anything themselves.  They would intrude themselves to give laws and rules to others, before they have learned the laws and rules themselves; they would take upon them to give their opinions in everything; before they have begun to spell; and before they are capable of receiving correction, they take upon them to correct others”. –St Alphonsus Rodriguez ‘The Practice of Christian & Religious Perfection III’

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St Alphonsus Rodriguez, a man who endured much, including failure and heartbreak, before settling into the life of a religious, espouses upon the importance of patience in regards to religious formation.  The patience and fortitude to allow an inner transformation, an imitation of Christ bringing into being a divine unification, to create within my life a man worthy of carrying the message of Christ.  At this time, I am exactly where I need to be.  I am exactly who I am.  However, I am also open to the possibility of change, new and improved ways to strengthen the natural in order to serve God greater.  Holding decisions lightly, discerning within patience, counsel, and prayer, I am able to explore opportunities for a greater future, allowing the process of their coming into being the time to profoundly develop.  I am not in a hurry, nor forcing free will upon life.  I am not inflicting discontent, confusion, and chaotic ways upon others. Through a lack of proper formation, I am not bewildering, and possibly harming, others.  In a world of confusion, I do not spread confusion.  In a selfish broken world of individuals striving for ascendency, a world dominated by individuals desperate to establish identity, a world overwhelming in opinions, I become a humble man of depth, comfortable within my own skin, expressing above all things faith, hope, and charity.  My aspirations, insecurities, hopes, desires do not shape my disposition.  I strive to remain calm, prayerful, at peace with myself and God at all times.  My dedication to faith, hope, and charity does not seek solace through the tongue.  A reputation amongst others does not delight my fancy.  Boredom does not subdue me into shallowness, curious and wanton in interest and activity, the constant pursuit of secular entertainment.  I am not all over the place trying to be all things for all people.  I do not see myself as a charismatic blossoming personality—a person always selling himself.  In the above passage from St Alphonsus Rodriguez, he wrote shortly beforehand of the importance of a religious community concentrating upon the formation of those recruited, rather than focusing upon the bringing in of new members—quality rather than quantity.  Formation is a slow tedious process, extremely at odds with a fast paced dynamic world of dazzling entertainment, a plethora of stimulating ideas, an endless possibility of worldly and spiritual avenues to explore, a multitude of new people to engage and busy ourselves with.  Mature formation dictates that authentic potentialities usurp glittering and astounding possibilities.  At all times, I endeavor to remain quiet and still in nature, reposed before God–singing and playing to the Lord in your hearts–recognizing the presence of God within all things.  In the process becoming virtuous in the core of my being, thus able to act with dignity within my recognized imperfections and strengths, to truly be a messenger of God.

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Feast of the Assumption

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Jesus ascends in glory
Divinity arising
The ultimate worldly sacrifice
Eternal the Word
Left behind in time and space
Holy Spirit descends with gifts
Mercy supplying
Salvation sanctifying
Lifted heavenly beyond
Mary is assumed in sorrow
Grace granted to one who will overflow with grace
Crowned the Queen of Heaven
Mediatrix of all graces
Arc of the New Covenant
The Throne of Wisdom
Am immaculate voice for new ages
A pure mother abiding
Generations upon generations
Millenniums transpiring
Man struggles throughout and within
God, the Father, Infinite and Omnipotent, loves unceasingly

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Day by Day, stone by stone, build your secret slowly

Certain portions of Sacred Scripture, attentively pronounced or reverently considered, are similarly of great efficacy.  Consequently, we should be familiar with those facts corresponding to the virtue in question (virtue concentrated upon), and employ them frequently, particularly when beset by the predominant opposite passion.  Those, for instance, who’s strive to attain mildness and patience may repeat these or similar passages: 

“Bear patiently with the wrath of God which comes upon you in punishment for your sins.”  –Baruch 4:25

“The patience of the poor shall not perish, or be deprived of its reward”.  –Psalm 9:19

“The patient man is better than the valiant; and he that ruleth his spirit, than he taketh cities.”  –Proverbs 16:32

“By your patience you will win your soul.”  –Luke 12:1

“With patience run to the fight set before us”.  –Hebrews 12:1

Those or similar aspirations may be used: “O God, when shall I be armed with patience as a shield against the weapons of my enemy?  When shall I so love Thee as to receive with joy all the afflictions Thou shalt be pleased to send?  O life of my soul, shall I never begin to live for Thy glory alone, perfectly resigned to all sufferings?  O how happy, I should be, if in the fiery trial of tribulation, I burn with a desire of being consumed for Thy service”.

–Dom Lorenzo Scupoli ‘The Spiritual Combat’

Spiritual Combat

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Bustling Friday

Today reaped rewards within patience. Patience is the virtue I concentrate upon. I ended events with Adoration at St Andrew Abbey. The hospitality of the Benedictine community astonished. The Abbot himself greeted me as I approached the front doors, opening the doors, welcoming me, telling me he wondered if I would come. I could only chuckle. I was only there the first time last week. I told him I waited until after eight in order to allow the community their communal Holy Hour. He said, ‘there are visiting Germans wondering if you would come back’. I am not sure what he meant. Did he know I was German? Then he said, ‘Brother Gabriel said you would come. You do not have to wait until after eight’. Then a brother came from the church, welcoming me, ushering me into the church. The Abbot called out in a hushed voice, ‘that is Brother Gabriel’. As I sat, I noticed there was a monk sitting in the seat I sat in last Friday. It was the brother who welcomed me to the Adoration a month or so in the past. Sitting in silence, I felt overwhelmed with love, peace, and gratitude. They were waiting for me. After moments of recollection, the brother rose and spoke, asking in a whisper if I was spending the night. I said, ‘No’. He said, ‘If the gate is closed do not panic. Ring the bell and someone will come and let you out’.

The Abbey is firmly etched upon my itinerary. Friday evenings shape into a graced offering. Holding matters lightly, allowing God to present situations and solutions, I reflect upon the day, cherishing the east side of Cleveland. St Andrew Abbey is close. After work, I spent time in Cleveland Heights visiting with two sellers of photo scanners. I came into contact with the man and woman through Craigslist. I find the highly educated eccentric people in Cleveland Heights fascinating. The first woman, older, living alone, was selling a Konica Minolta high end scanner, however it only handled slides and negatives. Not what I was looking for. The woman’s husband is deceased. He used the scanner for his scientific work. Not sure what that meant, however I do know I thoroughly enjoyed touring the apartment. The coupled collected artwork throughout their lives. Their luxury apartment contained a treasure trove of works by local Cleveland artist. The woman took me around showing off her paintings. Most of the work was rather dark and sensual, yet I took in the images. I must admit I turned my eyes away from one, ending the tour, as it seemed demonic. I did receive a hug upon parting. The second seller of scanners lived in a huge home. The gentleman and myself have been speaking for days. He is a funny older man, a conversationalist and lover of life. He took me into his basement and we had a wonderful time. He showed me his photography studio and his computer setup for handling photographic images. Retired, he has become an archivist for his family, scanning old family photos for relatives, creating digital collections for family members who have volumes of photos, yet do not have the inclination to convert everything to digital. I purchased a quality Epson scanner from him. The scanner was still in the box and loaded with goodies. I did well. My intent is to retrieve all of my deceased father’s photographs. He has boxes upon boxes. He became quite an avid photographer later in life. I will go through his images, paying homage to my father by posting selected photographs on their own page amongst this blog. I am quite excited.

Other things happen today, yet I am tired, including a visit with Dr. Nichta, paperwork from the Hospice of Case Western arriving, and several interesting phone calls. I will continue in the morning.

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