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Dear friends, I have decided to move this blog to a site that allows me more control over the features. You can find it at:


You might wonder, why bother, since I’ve not posted anything lately. Well, let this be a sign of life, I’ve not lost interest. I just lack the time right now to offer any new posts…things should ease up soon!

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Healing for the soul…

Just touching base…I’m still hoping for a bit of a transition with this blog to keep it fresh with more frequent reflections, but it’s not happening as quickly as I had hoped, so please…hang in there with me.

In the meantime, I thought I’d share with you one of the songs we did at Gesu today (lyrics are below the video.) It’s called “Healing” by Richard Smallwood. The man who was missing a few weeks ago who I mentioned in a previous post…turned out he had died of a massive heart attack and his body was in the city morgue and his car in the impound lot all that time people were searching for him. So once Angelo was found, the healing could begin, and was very much in evidence today at Gesu.

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more about “Richard Smallwood – Healing“, posted with vodpod

Don’t be discouraged
Joy comes in the morning
Know that God is nigh

Stand still and look up
God is going to show up
He is standing by

There’s healing for your sorrow
Healing for your pain
Healing for your spirit
There’s shelter from the rain

Lord send the healing
For this we know
There is a balm in Gilead
For there’s a balm in Gilead
There is a balm in Gilead
to heal the soul

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Bitter or better?

There were some definite “Gesu moments” during our celebration of the Eucharist yesterday. The Spirit was palpable as the choir and congregation combined their voices in spirited renditions of a number of songs.

The congregation was asked to pray and be on the lookout for someone who has been missing for over 10 days, and I for one am very concerned about this man.

But the point of this post is to reflect on one of a number of good points made during the homily. We Christians often talk about “taking up our own crosses” in imitation of Christ. Every trial that comes to us presents us with a choice: will the manner in which we deal with the trial make us “better,” or will it make us “bitter?”

We may know people who seem to be so trapped in a bitterness so profound that they drive people away, and their resulting loneliness only reinforces the bitterness. There are others who seemingly have had way more to endure than we think any one person could ever be asked to take on, and yet they are fully engaged in life, interested in and concerned about others, not preocccupied with themselves and their problems.

It occurs to me that I may not have a choice in many of the hardships that come my way, but I DO have a choice in how I will respond to them. Will my response to the crosses I am invited to carry make me a better person, or will they make me a bitter person? It’s up to me!

On an unrelated note…you may have noticed that my blog entries have become less frequent lately…. Some of the energy to keep this blog current has gone the route of micro-blogging…I probably spend at least 10 minutes a day on Facebook, and while the level of interaction there is not as deep as here on this blog, I believe it may reach more people…so I am torn.

My hopes are to revitalize this blog by adding a few co-authors who are also sisters in my community, and perhaps we can work it out to have some new content here for you several days a week, rather than this hit or miss stuff that happens when I have the time and energy.

So, you are my readers…what do you think about this idea of having more reflections from a few other sisters join my own here on this site?

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Remember to breathe!

So, have you ever had the experience of being so stressed out (or angry, or scared, etc.) that you forgot to breathe? Breathing is something I often take for granted – it seems so automatic, I rarely think about it unless I’m having a problem breathing. (Anyone with seasonal allergies or asthma will understand…)

I’ve noticed my stress level starting to creep up a bit with classes on the horizon and a whole bunch of other important work that needs to be done yesterday… so I keep telling myself to breathe…the brain needs oxygen after all.

This got me thinking about prayer…I realize that there times when I am “in the groove” with regular prayer, when it seems effortless to walk through life keenly aware of God’s presence and action  in my life and the world. There are other times when I struggle…when it doesn’t come so easily, when it seems like a chore, when I think I don’t have time… Relationship with God is much like human relationships with respect to my response sometimes.

I think the trick is to acknowledge that my energy for this relationship has a natural rhythm, an ebb and flow, and to not beat myself up when it’s more ebb than flow. If I can look at prayer as similar to breathing, then even when it’s not so automatic, I can manage to be open to some “oxygen for the soul” when I most need it.

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I’ve been thinking on and off about last Sunday’s Gospel reading, where a lot of Jesus’ followers left him after hearing some teachings they found difficult. When Jesus asked his closest friends if they would be leaving too, Peter said there was nowhere for them to go, that Jesus had the words of everlasting life.

Note that Peter did NOT say, “We don’t WANT to leave.” Imagine if what Peter meant by his response was that he was experiencing a strong urge to “head for the hills,” just like the others who left. Yet, despite the hardships that came with the call to discipleship, he knew in his “gut” that staying was what he “had” to do, even if it was not what he “wanted” to do.

Too often, I think, our consumer culture tells us that we should do whatever we want to do from moment to moment. The result? A fair amount of narcissism and self-seeking, to put it mildly from my perspective. It has been increasingly difficult for people to make good on lifelong commitments, whether this is to a spouse/life partner, religious life, etc. All such commitments carry with them hardships to the individuals involved, and it is difficult sometimes to make the decision to invest oneself in the effort to work through the hardships to come to a deeper and more mature appreciation of the commitment, especially if there is not similar resolve from the spouse/partner/community. With the headwinds of our culture buffeting us from all sides, telling us if something is not going to our satisfaction, we can throw it away and get a new one, it is no wonder that people these days find it difficult to make and be faithful to lifelong commitments.

I pray that as I continue to live my own commitment, I will continue to keep my eyes fixed on Jesus through the hardships yet to come. May it be so for you, as well.

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This sounds like one of those philosophical mind puzzles like theorizing how many angels can dance on the head of a pin, doesn’t it?

Daniel Berrigan, S.J, poet, peace activist, and Jesuit priest was once asked this question, whether faith resided in the mind or the heart. He replied that faith is rarely where your head is and rarely where your heart is. Rather, he claimed, “Faith is where your ‘ass’ is at.”

What he meant by that answer is that it is really where we put our bodies and actions, not what we think and feel, that reveals our faith. You might substitute “gut” for “ass” in this quote… Have you ever just “known” something deep in your gut, even if it defied rational logic or scared you half to death?

My experience of my initial call to religious life was a bit like that. There I was, finishing up my Master’s degree, in a pretty serious relationship, only half kiddingly telling people my long term goal was to be Chairman of General Motors (gee, I’m sure glad that plan never came to fruition…) So when a simple question from a friend about religious life caused me to go weak in the knees, it drew me up short.

My mind told me, “But I’m an engineer, Steve and I have been talking about marriage, this doesn’t make sense!” My heart told me, “Yikes! What do you really want from me, God? The nun thing can’t really be what you want me to do – it’s too scary, and besides – I like to party and be on the wild side!” But deep inside, once I stopped rationalizing and running, I KNEW that this was what God was inviting me to. And it was my faith, that faith in my gut, that drove me to do what I knew I had to do, despite all the logical and emotional arguments I had lobbed at the very idea of a call to religious life. Yes, I did put my ass on the line, and it wasn’t my head or heart that led me to do it.

That was such a foundational experience for me, and the memory of it has served me well in similar moments of desperation or confusion, like realizing I had a problem with alcohol, or facing the truth about my sexual orientation. And every time I am willing to trust my gut, that place where God says to me, “Stay with me. I love you,” it leads me to a place of deeper integration and truth , often through chaos and pain, but isn’t that what the Paschal Mystery is all about?

Like C. S. Lewis said (from my previous post), “God’s compulsion is our liberation.”

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One of my Facebook friends and a fellow Gesu parishioner reminded me of another point Ron Rolheiser made on Monday night. Basically he was saying that the true measure of quality of life is not whether or not one is happy, but whether or not one finds meaning in life. I have to think about that a little more before I get completely on board with that.

I suppose it comes down to what one means by happiness… If it means the emotion I experience when I am with someone I love, or when a student finally gets a difficult concept, or when I see a beautiful sunset, then I agree with Ron. The warm, fuzzy feelings come and go, and so how I am feeling at some particular moment in time really misses the forest for the trees, I think.

I’m probably a bit more inclined to define true happiness as being in touch with a deep conviction that my life as God’s beloved has meaning and in the long run, no matter what happens, all shall be well. This means that despite hard times when I struggle with depression, illness, broken relationships, and all manner of hardship, I can still be “happy” at a deeper level if I can find meaning in my relationship with God and what I am experiencing. I think this could also be called “faith.” What do you think?

So, are you finding meaning in your life?

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