Monthly Archives: February 2016

Christ be our light

I turned the ship around this morning. Excitedly, I was going to rise early, attending the second of the month Rosary gala in Berea, praying three mysteries for the conversion of the world, a monthly ritual amongst devout worshippers, however waking at four in the morning after placing my head upon my pillow after midnight, I said no. I also intended to return to the Jennings Center after spending yesterday there. I said no. Today is a day of rest, reclining in bed, reading Abbot William’s story. He has me spellbound. His story reflects my own. A man I perceived as extremely holy tells his story through frustration, failure, disappointment, difficulty, plans crashing—in reality a solitary unremarkable life endured in struggle. A life that blossomed only later in life. I will comment that yesterday at the Jennings Center proved impressionable as one of my patients, the mischievous one, presented a startling change. It has been months since I last visited with the woman. I found her now bound to a wheelchair, looking emaciated, tired, an oxygen tube feeding her nose. Her eyes were bright though, and her surprise and happiness in seeing me made me want to return as soon as I could. She told me she was almost a goner, the staff believing she would not make it. She contracted a horrible cold and chest congestion. She is convinced the worst is behind her now. She appeared so pale and the drastic change in disposition, weariness dominating her, forced me to cherish her even more. She still had the mischievous nature though as I could tell she took great pride in having a visitor, all the other women of the ward, looking on in envy as I visited with her. It is truly a blessed environment of sadness, life coming to a conclusion. My patient though speaking of a reversal in health could not fight off her overwhelming exhaustion, dropping in and out of sleep as we talked.

Morning mass at St Clare provided grace during the celebration of the Presentation of Jesus in the Temple. The children of the school processed before mass carrying candles, their voices raised in song. The parish enlightens through family life, children in abundance. It touches my heart deeply. Yesterday, Father Kevin Estabrook, a remarkably astute mature religious mind within a younger priest, commented wonderfully on Jesus sending the cured Legion back to his family. Legion, freed from his many demons, desired to follow Jesus, however Jesus sent him back to his family. Words from the Homily: For often the cause of the demonic relationship is a rupture of the relationship with God and family. This is why, after the exorcism, Jesus sends the man back to his family to announce the Lord’s mercy. “Go home to your family and announce to them all that the Lord in his pity has done for you.” Jesus restores the relationship with God and heals the rifts of family division. All this reflects upon St Joseph, illuminating the relevancy he has attained within my life. I find it interesting he arises so mightily within my life over a year after the passing of my father. I embrace his simple way of normalcy and strength. I have a couple recent experiences that have furthered my realization for the necessity to distance myself from strange ways, lives removed from the good health of family life. Neither was evil, rather a demonstrating of ways not to be. The danger of pursuing the religious life, while losing the ability to interact with others in a sociably healthy manner. I am convinced Joseph and Mary, while embodying the profoundest symbolism and reality of the deepest aspects of the Church, lived normal lives of communal integration—the Holy Family a delightful combination of complexity within simplicity. I was going to detail the experiences, yet now I think not. I care for both individuals, while understanding caution and discretion must be exercised in putting distance between us. My focus is upon my family, work, and spiritually St Clares, Sacred Heart, and St Paul Shrine. The advancement I have been detailing will involve a mature unfolding of a deeper communal life. I want an immediate family of my own. Let us see what God provides.

Lyrics sung by the children of St Clare school

Many the gifts, many the people,
many the hearts that yearn to belong.
Let us be servants to one another,
making your kingdom come.

Christ, be our light! Shine in our hearts.
Shine through the darkness.
Christ, be our light!
Shine in your church gathered today.

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Stories within St Joseph

Words from Abbot William’s autobiography “A Calling”

One fulfilling event while living in Montreal was the opportunity to visit that especially holy place called the Oratory of Saint Joseph.  A special grace granted me all during these years, along with the grace to desire adoration of the Blessed Sacrament, has been my abiding devotion to Saint Joseph.  Dear Saint Joseph has always been there for me and always seems to be with me.  I have this connection despite a very real characteristic of Saint Joseph, which is that he sees to it that one has all that one needs but not all that one wants.  I have never found this a difficulty in my love for, devotion for, and dependence on him.  Nonetheless, it is important to understand this aspect of St Joseph, less one become discouraged.  I accept this aspect of my relationship with him and have long realized that while he is taking the best care of me, he does not interfere with the crosses that Heaven wishes to send.  I was once sharing my devotion to Saint Joseph with some teaching Sisters of Saint Joseph.  “Oh,” they said almost in unison, “he’s always so slow.”  My surprise left me without comment.

Until I came to Saint Joseph’s Oratory in Montreal, I do not remember ever having been graced with any special “experiences” of the spiritual or mystical life, that is, any special religious endeavors, outpourings, or phenomena of any kind.  While frequently visiting the glorious shrine of Saint Joseph’s Basilica, I would go alone, walk about the whole area, viewing everything pertaining to wonderful Saint Brother Andre.  I would then kneel before the altar of Saint Joseph to pour out my heart.  It was there as nowhere else that I was given an overwhelming conviction that, first, all would turn out well; and, second, that he, Saint Joseph, would be there for me.  It is now over fifty years since this grace.  It seems as only yesterday.  The proof of this experience is its fulfillment through these many years. 

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Mary already knew that her virginity was better safeguarded within her matrimony to Joseph than it would be even in her single life.  Now she is assured by the heavenly messenger that her pure, holy bond with Joseph will become much purer and holier.  That is why she humbly accepts her own and her Husband’s role in the order of the Hypostatic Union, saying to the angel, “Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it done unto me according to thy word.”  At this, Mary’s explicit and Joseph’s implicit Fiat, the Word was made flesh and became our Emmanuel, “God with us.”   ‘St Joseph the Virginal Father of Jesus’, J. Ivan Prcela.

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May 1st is the Feast day of Saint Joseph as Model of Workers.  It is my son’s birthday.

Altruistic caregiver,
One who sacrifices for the Sacrifice,
An origin, a birth-line,
Benevolent custodian loving and kind,
Uncrowned king teaching a practical little way,
Exquisite, ingenious, simple, divine,
Father and guardian,
A nurturing source,
Knowing while never raising your voice,
Moment by moment a provider,
Three standing as one,
The Holy Family,
Mary knew you,
Mary loved you,
You were her man,
Jesus adored you,
Looking up to you,
Laughing and playing,
Running and jumping,
Learning to be humbly with us,
He lived as your joyous son!

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Discernment

“Lead, Kindly Light, amidst the encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home,
Lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.

Hymn by Cardinal John Henry Newman quoted by William Abbot in his autobiography

I had to conclude that I was on a different wavelength and that I  marched to a different drummer.  Who was that drummer?  He would show Himself in time.  It is always in His time and in His way.  He does His work according to His timetable and in His own manner.  He loves to draw straight with crooked lines.  But oh, those crooked lines, how often they would rend the heart.  –Abbot William

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St Francis de Sales on the Canticle of Canticles

THE soul which arrives at the degrees described very often finds itself with a body tired and worn, whence it happens that if God invites the soul to new considerations and higher degrees she is in perplexity: she would greatly like to go further, but the labour terrifies her; and if the Beloved calls her again, she rises to go to prayer, but still with a resistance of the sensible part which deprives her of pleasure, and causes her to think that God is scarcely with her; and as happens to those who are extremely tired, she falls asleep while watching:

I sleep, and my heart watcheth:
Then turning herself towards her Beloved
Who is knocking at her heart:
The voice of my beloved knocking.
And excites her to open to Him,
and to recommence her prayer:
Open to me, my sister,
my love,
my dove,
my undefiled:

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