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“At this Grotto, there’s a touch of the transcendent. There’s a whisper of the sacred that reminds us that we’re just not minds and bodies, we’re hearts and immortal souls.
For at her best, this university has the heart of Mary. Meaning this university is us, Jesus and His church, and clings to them both with love, and loyalty and service.
Here at Notre Dame, we want to be not just another Harvard or Oxford, but a Bethlehem, a Nazareth, a Calvary, a Cana. Here our goal is not just a career, but a call. Not just a degree, but discipleship. Not just what we’ve gotten, but what we’re giving; not just the now, but eternity; not just the ‘I,’ but the ‘we’; not just the grades, but the gospel.”
-Cardinal Timothy Dolan, 2013 University of Notre Dame commencement speech

“At this Grotto, there’s a touch of the transcendent. There’s a whisper of the sacred that reminds us that we’re just not minds and bodies, we’re hearts and immortal souls.

For at her best, this university has the heart of Mary. Meaning this university is us, Jesus and His church, and clings to them both with love, and loyalty and service.

Here at Notre Dame, we want to be not just another Harvard or Oxford, but a Bethlehem, a Nazareth, a Calvary, a Cana. Here our goal is not just a career, but a call. Not just a degree, but discipleship. Not just what we’ve gotten, but what we’re giving; not just the now, but eternity; not just the ‘I,’ but the ‘we’; not just the grades, but the gospel.”

-Cardinal Timothy Dolan, 2013 University of Notre Dame commencement speech

The Good Samaritan wasn’t good because of the origins of his food or because he sewed his own tunic or because he moved to Canaan. Instead, he looked around him, around where he lived and worked and traveled, saw a human in need, and got involved. He gave up time, money, and most likely status and respect in doing so. As he went about his day, perhaps commuting on the dusty roads between two meetings for a high-powered job, he loved someone.
Rachel Pieh Jones in her excellent piece (THAT YOU SHOULD READ RIGHT NOW) You Can’t Buy Your Way to Social Justicefor Christianity Today’s This is Our City.
If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for.
Thomas Merton
I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use.
Galileo Galilei
Jesus the Homeless, by Timothy Schmalz
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Jesus the Homeless, by Timothy Schmalz

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Most of us were taught that God would love us if and when we change. In fact, God loves you so that you can change. What empowers change, what makes you desirous of change is the experience of love. It is that inherent experience of love that becomes the engine of change.
Richard Rohr
Be who you are and be that well.
St. Francis de Sales
On this day in 1980, Oscar Romero, Archbishop of San Salvador, was assassinated as he raised the chalice while celebrating Mass in a hospital chapel.

While he is known as “San Romero” in El Salvador, his cause for formalized Sainthood in the Catholic Church has stalled at “Servant of God,” likely due to the radical Gospel message of social justice and solidarity with the poor that he proclaimed in the years before his martyrdom.

Romero’s life and death are great reminders that sainthood does not come with assurances of safety or popularity, only holiness.

Oscar Romero, pray for us!

Santo Subito!

On this day in 1980, Oscar Romero, Archbishop of San Salvador, was assassinated as he raised the chalice while celebrating Mass in a hospital chapel.

While he is known as “San Romero” in El Salvador, his cause for formalized Sainthood in the Catholic Church has stalled at “Servant of God,” likely due to the radical Gospel message of social justice and solidarity with the poor that he proclaimed in the years before his martyrdom.

Romero’s life and death are great reminders that sainthood does not come with assurances of safety or popularity, only holiness.

Oscar Romero, pray for us!

Santo Subito!
“Mountains are not stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve, they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion.” 
― Anatoli Boukreev

“Mountains are not stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve, they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion.”
― Anatoli Boukreev

“More than ever I find myself in the hands of God. This is what I have wanted all my life from my youth. But now there is a difference; the initiative is entirely with God. It is indeed a profound spiritual experience to know and feel myself so totally in God’s hands.”
Pedro Arrupe, SJ (November 14, 1907 – February 5, 1991)

“More than ever I find myself in the hands of God. 
This is what I have wanted all my life from my youth. 
But now there is a difference; 
the initiative is entirely with God. 
It is indeed a profound spiritual experience 
to know and feel myself 
so totally in God’s hands.”

Pedro Arrupe, SJ (November 14, 1907 – February 5, 1991)

#CSW2013, Day 3

This morning as part of my Catholic Schools Week devotion, I attended Mass at Christ on the Mountain Catholic Church in Lakewood, Colorado.

One of the most compelling parts of who Jesus is as we encounter him in the Gospels is his habit of retreating. Often before or after important events, we read that Jesus “goes away to a quiet place” to pray, and sometimes we’re told that this quiet place is a mountain. At one point, we read of Jesus weeping for the people in the city below, but we can also rightly picture him frequently looking down from a hill over towns, settlements, and camps…over his friends, his family, and people he didn’t know…praying for them.

This is an intriguing image…Jesus, in the flesh, quietly praying for people who had no idea he was doing so.

This morning when I walked into Christ on the Mountain, there were already about 20 people sitting in the pews. At first I thought I might have gotten confused about what time Mass was to start and arrived late, but as I moved closer I realized that was not the case.

These people had arrived early to an early morning weekday Mass to pray the rosary together. I would imagine that each person had brought their own prayer intentions with them, and all of those intentions were brought to Mary for her intercession through their communal prayer. The people they were praying for likely had no idea that as the sun rose over the mountains that could be seen through the windows behind the altar, these people were literally on their knees praying for them.

Sometimes prayer is a hard thing to grasp, especially for a person like me who really likes data. But seeing these people praying this morning, thinking about times I’d been told people were praying for me, and remembering the prayer book that I write intentions in and pray with every day…maybe that’s all the data I need.

Christ on the Mountain, Pray for Us!

#CSW2013, Day 2

On Tuesday, as part of my Catholic Schools Week devotion, I attended morning Mass at Saints Peter and Paul Catholic Church in Wheat Ridge, Colorado. Although I’ve always found it strange that Peter and Paul sometimes get thrown in together like this, it’s very special for me when they do. When I joined the Catholic Church I chose St. Peter as my patron, and my school in San Antonio was St. Paul’s. Needless to say, I’ve spent some time in prayer with these two gentlemen over the years.

After entering the parish, I noticed a small section of stained glass on the bottom right hand corner of the partition that separated the entryway from the vestibule.

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There are a few funny things about what’s pictured here, and I did allow myself to indulge in a quiet momentary chuckle, but being that the phrase on the glass springs from one of the most powerful stories in the Gospels, I was struck by the profoundly direct way the meaning of this story was communicated by the artist. I love how the message has been simplified for us: Listen. Act.

In the second chapter of the Gospel of John, Jesus famously turns water into wine at a wedding feast in Cana (doesn’t calling it “the” wedding feast kind of make you feel bad for all the other people that got married in Cana?) that Mary, Jesus, and the boys. When we read these passages of scripture or hear the story conveyed, we often remember that this is Jesus’ first miracle, which is a pretty huge deal. Plus, I mean turning water (and we’re not talking Fiji here) in wine (nor are we talking Two/Three Buck Chuck…not that there’s anything wrong with Chuck)…that’s a pretty cool trick man. But one of the elements of the story that sometimes gets lost in the shuffle is the fact that Jesus initially tells his mother (paraphrasing here), “No, I don’t want to!” He probably didn’t stomp his feet and throw a complete temper tantrum, but in different ways we see similar moments play out between parent and child all the time. Even now as an adult, I can’t say that I always listen well to my own mother the first time around (even though I probably always should). From JC though (you know…Son of God, Savior of the World, Prince of Peace, etc., etc.) this outburst is a little surprising.

I don’t know about you, but whenever I meditate on this story, I picture the look that Mary probably gave Jesus when he doesn’t respond to her, let’s call it an invitation, to help the wedding party keep rolling by somehow getting/making more wine.

I think it was probably more than a little stern.

By this time in Jesus’ life Mary had probably realized that indeed her child was a unique spiritual being, as she had been told he would be), and she may have already accepted the fact that she was likely to lose Jesus to itinerant preaching very soon. Yet I would be surprised if she had fully grasped that Jesus had the necessary power to literally change water into wine. I mean, that’s crazy.

But then he did it.

Why?

Well, I’m sure that’s something theologians with formal training discuss in arenas other than tumblr, but my bet would be that it had something to do with the look Mary was probably giving him as she told the servers, “Do whatever he tells you.”

Sometimes in life we need someone who believes in us when we’re not so sure of ourselves.

Ok…we need that all the time.

Jesus isn’t really sure that keeping the bottles poppin’ is how he should be applying the authority to perform miracles that he’s been given, especially for the first time in public. He was probably thinking he should work some super awesome miracle of healing in front of a huge crowd of people or something. But Mary doesn’t let his uncertainty prevent him from creating a deeply positive impact on the world around him. In that moment, did turning water into wine really transform the world at large? Probably not, but it certainly affected all of those celebrating love and friendship and community and joy and all of life’s beauty at that wedding feast in Cana. I bet it definitely made his friends’ (who would become the first people to spread the good news to the world) eyes bulge out in wonder. And I bet those people at the wedding were still talking about it the next morning. And lest we forget, we’re still talking about it today.

So I guess Mary was right to put her beloved son on the spot like that.

So what is God telling you to do? Don’t worry about the big things, the long term things. Yes, we need to discern those things too. But we’re being called to act now. What is God calling you to do right now? Listen. Hear whatever it is He tells you. If you’re not hearing it, take a few moments to offer up Merton’s famous prayer.

But then once you hear that still, small voice…Act. Do it.

Because as Mary showed Jesus, and Zach de la Rocha sings:

“There’s no better place than here. There’s no better time than now.”

St. Peter, pray for us! St. Paul, Pray for us!
#CSW2013 Day 1

This week is “Catholic Schools Week,” a moment each year where we celebrate the contributions of Catholic education in our own lives and the impact it has on our communities, nation, and world.

My life had been deeply impacted by Catholic education. Both my undergraduate and graduate degrees are from Catholic institutions; I discovered faith on the campus of a Catholic college; I taught in two beautiful (and very different) Catholic schools, and have worked with numerous others; I developed relationships through involvement with Catholic education that will last a lifetime.

This week, to celebrate Catholic Schools Week, I am going to daily Mass at a different parish each morning and praying for the intercession of the parish’s patron on behalf of all Catholic schools. I am also seeking to note one special observation from the experience of daily Mass at each parish. I think doing so will help me, and possibly others, see the value of both being present to the moment and of a committed daily spiritual devotion.

This morning I attended morning Mass at St. Jude’s Catholic Church in Lakewood, Colorado. The Mass was held in the large main church area (as opposed to a side chapel), and I was surprised to see more than 50 people in attendance (of course they were scattered throughout the entire hall, and even with my quickly salting pepper, I had by far the least whitened hair there).

I worked my way to the fourth row of pews just right of the center aisle, and sat just to the left of a gentleman who I would guess to be in his late 80’s. He was kneeling silently in prayer, and from one pew behind I knelt and joined him in doing so, slowly thinking about the different petitions written in my prayer book which I held in my hands. A few moments later, an older woman sat down next to him. I could see by the way she looked at him, the closeness with which she sat, that she was his wife, and I could see through the gentleness in her eyes as she watched him pray that she knew time was catching up to him. So much can be learned from these quiet glances.

Just before the priest entered and Mass began, the man slowly leaned back into the pew and lifted the kneeler to it’s resting position. He reached his left hand for her right, and lifted it to his mouth, gently kissing it. He then leaned over and whispered into her ear, just loud enough for me, the person sitting in the pew behind them, to overhear. “Thank you. Thank you just for being you.”

They held hands throughout the entire 33 minute Mass. And it was beautiful.

St. Jude, pray for us!

St. Thomas Aquinas, pray for us!

(Today is the Feast of St. Thomas Aquinas)

But there is greater comfort in the substance of silence than in the answer to a question.
Thomas Merton