Elusive Silence



Lately I have found myself craving silence, but silence eludes me.  While I sat reading evening prayers tonight, a testy teenager under my roof asked me, “What if I just use the bathroom at McDonalds, then will I have to pay for my own toilet paper?”  Random, constant, sometimes bizarre interruptions to my prayer time are common occurrences.

Setting aside time for prayer doesn’t necessarily mean I will actually get to spend that time praying.  As a wife and the mother of a house-full of kids, homeschooling and providing foster care, the only thing predictable about my days is that they are unpredictable.  Sometimes there are nine or more at the dinner table (with two in high chairs) and sometimes I serve three sittings over the course of a few hours due to evening athletics, activities and my husband’s shifting work schedule.  Of myself I could not manage the various active duties I have willingly assumed, but by and with God’s grace I am able to continue in His service one day at a time.

Prayer is an essential part of my day, as is daily Mass and frequent confession.  I recently switched my morning and evening prayer to the Liturgy of the Hours, with the Office of Readings.  Having used the Magnificat as my daily prayer tool for years, the style is similar, but praying with the Breviary is more in depth, and time consuming.  There are days when the Word of God penetrates and my prayer time feels fruitful; and there are days when my brain lags as if over mere words rather than The Word.

Certainly, the times when I am able to pray without interruption “feel” better, and seem to allow me to draw closer to God.  I trust that it is pleasing to God that I should place a very high priority on my prayer life, on intentionally growing closer to Him. And yet, in the Book of Her Foundations, St. Teresa of Avila warns against a soul being so absorbed in the comforts of quiet prayer that it avoids the work which is its duty to perform out of obedience.

It would be a distressing thing if God were clearly telling us to go after something that matters to Him and we would not want to do so but want to remain looking at him because that is more pleasing to us. (p.65)

For most of us, the duties required by virtue of our vocation can at times seem endless.  St Teresa assures us that our works of love, even though they may pull us away from cherished prayer time, will provide a pathway to draw us closer to God.

Know that if it is in the kitchen, the Lord walks among the pots and pans helping you both interiorly and exteriorly.  (p.67)

Understanding that interruptions in my prayer time can often be invitations by God to enter more deeply into His service guards against being resentful at being disturbed.   My ‘subtle self-love’ as St. Teresa calls it, sometimes wishes I could avoid all calls to active duty when I am engaged in prayer time and simply rest with God.  But God’s special assignments for me may come at seemingly inopportune moments.  Unless I am ready and willing to obey His call, my prayers are just words.

 

Foley, Marc.  St. Teresa of Avila: The Book of Her Foundations Washington, DC: ICS Publications, 2011. Print.

 

Faithful Return



Entertaining our foster twins in the narthex only moments before Mass, I was approached by a friendly woman who handed me some cash and asked if I would give it to the Church. “Yes, of course,” I answered, “But why don’t you stay? Mass is about to begin.”

A funeral Mass had just ended, and seeing the hearse parked out front, she hesitated to enter.  I told her that even on the occasion of a funeral, she would be welcome to attend, and again encouraged her to stay. She admitted she wasn’t Catholic, and I replied, “Everyone is welcome to pray with us at Mass.” To my surprise, she stayed, sitting alone in one of the very back pews.

Inspired to offer assistance on her faith journey, I wrote my name and contact information on the back of a Catholics Come Home wallet card, and slipped it to her. I didn’t expect to hear from her, but to my surprise she called me a few days later and we talked on the phone for over half an hour.

I listened as she explained that she had been dutifully transporting her elderly Catholic aunt to Mass when possible; however the effects of Alzheimer’s often prevented travel, and now a home-bound minister would be taking Holy Communion to her aunt. But my new friend felt drawn to Church, even without the excuse of bringing her aunt, and in the course of our conversation she admitted that she had been baptized Catholic as an infant.

“So you are Catholic, just a dormant Catholic!” I exclaimed. “Sounds like Jesus is calling you to come closer to Him. This might not be about your aunt after all!”

She was the second such Catholic I have had the great pleasure of meeting recently. Both baptized in infancy, both inexplicably enticed to attend Mass and desiring to grow in knowledge of their parents’ (lost) faith. Each coming to understand the truth about and the efficacy of his/her baptism and desiring to grow closer to Christ. Both courageous enough to set aside prejudices and move through an awkward re-entry into the Church of their re-birth.

The greatest gift I can give my new friends on their journey home is a promise of prayer. Knowing my own forgetfulness, I wrote their names on my list of prayer intentions, which I use as a bookmark in my Magnificat. I pray that they will give themselves completely to God’s transforming power and learn to recognize Jesus, truly present in the Holy Eucharist.

If I hadn’t been paying attention, I would have just taken the money and let my new friend slip out of Church. But by God’s grace I availed myself to act upon His thirst for souls. If we are attentive to the nudging of our guardian angel and to the inspirations of the Holy Spirit, we can truly bring souls to Christ! So be on the lookout in your pews and narthexes, and take a moment to introduce yourself to someone you don’t recognize. Or re-introduce yourself to someone who looks lonely. Pray daily for those who seek to find Christ in the Eucharist within our Holy Catholic Church.

 

In loving memory of Susannah Kelley

Craving God



Trouble starts brewing for my self discipline when Starbucks launches its winter menu featuring the irresistable eggnog latte.  I spotted the red decorated cups recently and sensed an impending cave to the craving. Sure enough, within minutes I splurged and sipped a delicious double tall extra hot eggnog coffee (no sprinkles).

My temp-o-meter now hovers in the red zone, taunting me to indulge my seasonal coffee weakness to the tune of almost $5 per cup.  Although many times I do manage to escape the alluring call of sugar and caffeine, too often I simply give in and spoil myself.  Not that there’s anything evil about an occasional splurge on a sweet treat.  Rather, in my ongoing effort to grow in personal holiness, I strive for an increase in self discipline, and so learning to resist temptation plays an important role in my spiritual life.  

I recognize my own temporal weakness when I acknowledge the way eggnog lattes (or other pleasures) clamor for, and win my attention and immediate action.  In contrast, how often and how easily I overlook or ignore the quiet whisper of God calling me to prayer or sacrifice. When God asks for my undivided attention, I don’t crave Him as I should.  I see how much more difficult it is for me to hear and answer the call of God than to give in to my (constant) temporal wants.

The ‘demands’ of our bodies can so easily out-shout God’s sweet invitations. We desire rest and ease; we avoid toils and fasts. Our continual pursuit of pleasure, entertainment, and comfort gives us a sense of being filled, but these are really only empty calories compared with the delights of knowing God and drawing near to Him.

Someday I hope to have the abandon expressed in Psalm 63:

O God, you are my God whom I seek;
for you my flesh pines and my soul thirsts
like the earth, parched, lifeless and without water.

Within absence and emptiness (as to one alone in the desert), our Lord’s invitation to intimacy comes through much more clearly.  And yet how often do we spoil ourselves in worldly ways and effectively mute God’s call? When we’re fat and happy in the flesh, we are not as likely to be in tune to the voice of God.  Of course Almighty God can still work in us and through us even when we are not masters of self-discipline, but we are much easier to work with when we are free for Him.  

Learning to say no to simple pleasures in this life can help us long for much greater pleasures in the life to come, provided we fill the void with love of God and earnestly seek him with reckless abandon.  

Every delight is nothing compared to a delight of God. (cf. Wis 7:14)

The Dance of Prayer



In many school districts, students must sign a contract agreeing to avoid vulgar or provocative dance moves before being allowed to attend a school dance.  One such contract outlines the procedure a chaperon will follow in the event of sexually explicit dancing:  mark the offending student’s hand with an “x” and require him/her to sit out one dance.

Times have certainly changed since the days my parents met and courted in high school.  They shared memories of their high school dances in the late 1950′s, fondly remembering the nun-chaperons who would admonish too-close dancers with the advice, “Leave room for the Holy Spirit!”  The nun-chaperons acted as guardians of their students’ chastity as well as referees for required dance etiquette. Some wielded rulers to physically mark out the required twelve inch distance that was meant to exist between the dancers.

Leaving room for the Holy Spirit is great advice for teens on the dance floor and for each one of us in our prayer time.  Although memorized prayers and set prayer routines are great beginnings to bring us closer to God, we must learn to open our hearts and minds to the workings of the Holy Spirit, to become receptive to the graces God wishes to bestow upon us in prayer.

In a classic handbook on prayer, Opening to God, Thomas Green, S.J., stresses this need to allow God to lead the dance in prayer:

I have been suggesting… to define prayer as an opening of the mind and heart to God. …the idea of opening stresses receptivity, responsiveness to another. To open to another is to act, but it is to act in such a way that the other remains the dominant partner.

(Green, 1977, p. 36)

For someone like me, who finds it almost physically impossible to follow my husband’s lead on the dance floor, learning to be docile to God in prayer is equally formidable. My busy mind launches words, ideas, and distractions galore, making it nearly impossible for me to simply be still in God’s presence. Tempted to give up on many occasions, I simply admit my inability to be receptive and I try, try again.

Spending dedicated time with God in prayer, making time to learn how to pray, and seeking expert advice helps form me into a better prayer partner for God.  Learning to allow almighty God to be the natural leader in our dance of prayer takes practice, but more importantly, requires His divine assistance. Father Green explains, “Prayer does entail effort on the part of man, even though it is always God who reaches across infinity to us, and even though man’s effort is itself impossible without the sustaining grace of God” (p. 38).

This openness in prayer may be quite difficult for some of us to master, and without our cooperation (an act of our will) any prayer will be impossible. God continually asks our hand in the dance or prayer, but He will never force prayer upon us.

Would you care to dance?

Distraction



A speeding ticket never sits well with the recipient, but for our seventeen year old son on his way to meet with the archdiocesan vocation director, the sting was palpable.  When Zachary called to report the $140 infraction, I silenced my disappointment and concern and calmly reminded him to stay focused on the reason for his one-hundred-eighty mile journey and to not let the ticket throw him off track.
Zachary’s next phone call added more disappointing news: traffic was not moving, he would arrive seriously late for the appointment, and his cell phone battery had only seconds of life remaining.  Wow.  My heart ached as the odds seemed to be stacking up against his vocation discernment meeting.  A courtesy call to the vocation director’s secretary to report the revised arrival time revealed that the meeting was actually scheduled to begin an hour later than Zac thought.  Our diligent, responsible son had been confused.
Conditioned to frequent cell phone contact, the remaining cell-free hours of his journey felt especially quiet.  Given the agenda of this particular meeting~ discussing Zac’s post high school education in light of his ongoing discernment of a call to the priesthood~ the time spent anticipating his arrival home dragged on.  My husband and I wondered and waited…and prayed.  We learned later that after the meeting Zachary had found another ticket waiting on his windshield.  Two attempted emails to inform us of his safe arrival at swimming practice that evening didn’t arrive until the next morning.
Wondering, waiting, and praying are ongoing themes for us as parents of a discerning son:  Is God really calling our sonto the priesthood?  How will God’s plan be revealed in his life?  What is our role in this process?  How should we counsel him to plan for his academic future?  Are we following God’s plan for our family in light of his special call?

Worry and anxiety are poised~ ready to spring into action, threatening to completely take over if we don’t pay careful attention to our individual spiritual lives and that of our family, and to constantly remember that God is in charge.  The unknowns linger as he matures and grows toward independence.  We watch him struggle with difficult long-term choices and the daily challenges to find balance in his life.  His primary focus swings from athletics to academics and back again.  His intensely creative imagination and love of fantasy lead to hours of DnD with friends, consuming his free time.  The ongoing stress of a very difficult Eagle Project weighs him down.

The big questions he faces include (but are not limited to): diocesan or ordered; seminary or university; secular or Catholic education; Novus Ordo or Tridentine; English or Latin; now or later; called or not; spiritual direction or fly solo?  Big questions for a young man.

Resistance waits, ready to snatch his attention and pull him off track.  The series of unfortunate events on his trip to meet with the vocation director prove how insidious the enemy can be~ how very devilish!  And yet, with prayerful hearts and total confidence in God’s grace, we carry on and allow time to take time, for the process to unfold as it is meant to unfold.  We beg our Blessed Mother to hold and protect Zachary and all of our children, and to keep them from harm.  We ask Zachary’s guardian angel and his patron saints to pray constantly for him and to protect him by their intercession.

Please pray for all young men discerning the priesthood and for all seminarians who are in constant need of our prayerful support for divine protection.
If I could but tell the treasures
Hidden by our Triune god
For the souls who strive to follow
In the path that Jesus trod!…
But is is a precious secret
To the loving one revealed,
To me, lowly, inexperienced,
It is hidden and concealed…
Blessed is the heart abandoned
To this crucifying pain,
In the arms of the Beloved,
Burned, consumed in love’s pure flame…
Yet more blessed, when the anguish,
Stripped of all consoling forms,
Clothes the soul in desolation,
Into Christ Himself transforms…
Happy blessed soul who suffers
Thus that God alone may reign,
Seeking but to die, the better
Thus His Sacred love to gain…
Nailed upon the cross with Jesus,
I to you this lesson give;
You will sound its depth and meaning
If a life of prayer you live.  Amen.
~Saint Paul of the Cross (+1775)

Discerning in Darkness



Irene’s mother prepared a feast to celebrate the reported end of the Liberian civil war; the end of over a decade of terror, the end of wide-spread violence and senseless destruction.  Her older brother and uncle ventured out of hiding and back into the village to fetch her father to the celebration, but their return brought the horrific news of his brutal murder at the hands of the rebels.

“One moment we were about to have a huge family celebration, and the next moment my life changed forever.  I was forced to grow up overnight and now my family is all torn apart.” 

Truly, her family is all torn apart, geographically, emotionally, and probably in many other ways.

Within 48 hours of the discovery of her father’s body, Irene’s mother gave birth to a seventh child.  Without the means to make full payment to the hospital she was not allowed to return home. Begging alms from her dead father’s friends, Irene and her siblings were able to earn mother and baby’s release from hospital.  Days later, a torrential downpour completely flooded their home, and Irene remembers how her mother, completely overwhelmed, abandoned the food cooking on the stove and collapsed in despair.  Within days, Irene, four brothers and a cousin were sent to live in an orphanage some distance from home.

Irene’s life became more complicated and unpredicable; personal safety and whatever security her family life had provided was gone.  Adoption into a loving Christian family about three years later gave Irene, her siblings and cousin a fresh start in the United States, but the traumatic baggage of their Liberian youth suffers them daily.

In the midst of her trials and confusion, in company with her recent move from the adoptive home to a federally funded residential vocational training program, Irene holds fast to her faith in Jesus.  Witnessing behaviors she recognizes as self destructive and against God’s ways, Irene finds solace in her Bible and the few Christian friends with whom she attends Sunday worship and spends free time in fellowship. 

On a recent visit to our home (now the ‘foster’ home of her cousin), Irene shared her faithful conviction that God must be preparing her for something great.   We talked about suffering and how our loving God allows us to undergo hardships and endure pain and loss; and how awful trials can serve to bring us closer to Him… if we allow it.

Irene’s discerning, prayerful response to the chaos and ongoing, somewhat unpredictable changes in her life and daily circumstances gives great witness to the true power of the Holy Spirit working in our midst.  Enduring in hope, with Christ as her focus, Irene boldly encourages lost teens to turn their lives around, to turn away from sinful habits and follow the Gospel.  Her fellow attendees in vocational training bear many scars of their own; from poverty, addiction, abuse, neglect broken families, and the list goes on.  Irene shines among them as testimony to the power of prayer and the effectiveness of faith. 

Although Irene doesn’t know what exactly her future may hold or how God may be calling her to serve Him, she radiates with confidence that He is holding her in the palm of His hand; which indeed, He is.

 O LORD, you have probed me, you know me:

you know when I sit and stand;

you understand my thoughts from afar.

My travels and my rest you mark;

with all my ways you are familiar.

Even before a word is on my tongue,

LORD, you know it all.

Behind and before you encircle me

and rest your hand upon me.

Such knowledge is beyond me,

far too lofty for me to reach. 

You formed my inmost being;

you knit me in my mother’s womb.

I praise you, so wonderfully you made me;

wonderful are your works!  

Psalm 139; 1-6; 13-14

 

Learning to Discern



Our thirteen year old son has very few Catholic friends.  In fact his two favorite friends, both from very good Christian homes, are not yet baptized.  In each case the boys are on their own to decide if/when to seek baptism.  In both traditions, a public testimony at baptism may also be required.  Perhaps their delay in seeking baptism is based on a fear of public speaking?  My son prays for these special friends often, asking that they will someday choose baptism.  We are blessed to have each of them and their families in our lives and hope that our Catholic Christian witness bears fruit that will last.

Our children were given the gift of baptism in infancy, as we by our parents; they by theirs.  What a tremendous grace to have received the indelible mark of baptism upon our souls and a new life in Christ as a cooperative gift from those who gave us life: our Creator together with our parents, whose love for each other created us. They who named us, who so tenderly protected us beginning with our first helpless moments of life also claimed us for Christ.  Our parents guarded our little souls and brought us to the waters of baptism for purification and a new birth in the Holy Spirit!  For this most tremendous gift, and for raising me in faith, I thank you and praise God for you, Mom and Dad!

Just as our parents encouraged us to seek the sacrament of confirmation, so we also must stir our teens to discern their readiness for this important rite of initiation.  In their teenage years (the normal age for reception of confirmation in our diocese) our children have the amazing opportunity to choose fortification for their souls by receiving the Holy Spirit in confirmation.  Our role as parents is to assist them in discerning their readiness and willingness to receive the sacrament, and to ensure that they are properly catechized and prepared.

Teaching our children to discern rightly is one of the greatest tools we can offer them.  Our time serving our kids as their guidance counselors is limited, and as they mature, the decisions they make have greater and greater consequences.  The gifts and fruits of the Holy Spirit at confirmation become solid armor for the battle of life in this world, and impart upon us ~within us~ a permanent, perfect guidance counselor.

For all who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God…If children, then heirs, heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ.  Rom 8:14,17

Learning to turn toward God for guidance, and to seek His input in our lives takes practice.  Unless we ourselves take the time to discern, and to develop and deepen our prayer life, we won’t have much to offer our kids in terms of ‘how to discern’ or ‘how to pray’.  Practice makes perfect, or at least brings us closer to perfection; and the grace received in the sacraments paves the path.

Work at your tasks in due season, and in his own time God will give you your reward. Sir 51:30

Family Recipe: Pray the Rosary



“I figured you made them that way on purpose…to look artistic.”  My husband complimenting my creative flair as he studied the bizarre-shaped bars of homemade soap nearly melted my heart.  No, they were not made to look artistic~rather the two batches were damaged goods.  Instead of nice Colorado or Wyoming shaped bars, we had over 60 soaps resembling Louisiana, Florida and Idaho, as well as assorted Hawaiian Islands.

What went wrong? I followed my favorite soap recipe exactly: weighed the ingredients to the tenth of an ounce; combined the oil mixture and the lye solution when both were at exactly 80 degrees.  I consulted the “Diagnosing Signs of Trouble” chapter in the soap book and found ‘cracks in soap’ in the ‘trouble sign’ column.  The ‘reason why’ revealed the probable cause: too much stirring, more like beating or whipping.  And under ‘what to do,’ I found that although these odd shaped bars are not aesthetically pleasing, they are not harmful for humans or dangerous to use.  I had rushed the stirring process by using a new electric handheld mixer rather than simply using the exhausting stir-briskly-by-hand for 40 minutes method.  My short cut proved nearly disastrous, but thankfully the bars would still be usable.

Sometimes I wish we had a “Diagnosing Signs of Trouble” chart for the problems in our family life.  When we seem all rough around the edges and ready to fall apart, it would be nice to consult a set of ‘how-to’ instructions. Prayer and discernment take time, and I often want an immediate solution (a short cut) to put a quick fix on the problem at hand.  But a band aid can’t stop a gaping wound, and a quick fix won’t solve most of our family problems.

Through prayer and discernment, we find that the root of many problems or ‘trouble signs’ in our family life can be traced back to rapid stirring.  We get so busy with activities, events, deadlines and schedules to ever find time to settle down.  If we aren’t settled, that means we are unsettled, and the manifesting result is chaos in our home and division between members of our family~and it doesn’t look pretty.

Praying a family Rosary definitely falls under ‘what to do’ in times of family stress.  Taking time out to meditate on the Gospel mysteries, profess our faith, and turn to our Blessed Mother Mary always brings grace into our home and begins to repair cracks in our relationships.  Ideally, we would pray a family Rosary together every day.  This is one of our stated goals, and something we strive toward.  Although we don’t do it perfectly, and not often enough, there is real power in praying the Rosary and our family benefits greatly every time we settle down and pray it together.  

Our Lady of the Rosary, Pray for us!

Through the Fog



Driving through thick fog on our way to Mass Sunday morning, my five year old foster son asked me, “What makes fog?”  My answer-guess, “Fog comes when water vapors gather with temperature changes,” inspired me to look it up later. Truth be told,  I can’t really explain why fog happens.  I know I learned about fog in many science classes throughout my school years, but now my memory is foggy.

As I drove, I contemplated the fog, which blocked my foster son’s favorite view (and the highlight of his trips to Church),  the railroad racks down the hill and the possibility of spotting a real train.  In the dense fog we only had one option: to look at the things right in front of us. No viewing the islands bordering the bay or the mountain peaks beyond.  No matter how hard we strained our eyes, the far away sights remained invisible.  

Although we may only drive in the fog occasionally, God gives us the gift of a sort of spiritual fog every day.  Although we desire all knowledge, we can’t see into the future; we really only have a view of what’s right in front of us.  This day, this hour, this minute are His gift to us in which we may draw close to Him and build up our relationship with Him to fit us for heaven.  There, the views will be endless, and all sights phenomenal.

God invites us to call upon Him for direction, to seek his will for us and to honestly desire to follow Him wherever He may lead.  In order to assist us as we navigate our way into the unknown, He feeds us with His flesh and blood and gives us the guiding light of the Holy Spirit, the sacraments and the Word of God.

As we fumble around in our personal discernment, it’s tempting to envy the audible call Jesus spoke to St. Francis of Assisi as he prayed in the old, ruined St.Damiano Church.  This call, “Francis, repair my house,” taken literally, led him to embark upon a holy construction project. Further discernment helped St. Francis hear God’s call more clearly, and through his personal sanctity helped to rebuild the Holy Catholic Church.

As we celebrate the legacy of St. Francis of Assisi on his feast day today, let us ask his intercession.  May we learn to carefully listen and prayerfully discern the unique call God has placed upon each of our hearts.

“If today you hear His voice, harden not your hearts.”   Psalm 95