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On the Cutting Edge of Boredom

Hain's avatarHowie Hain

by Howard Hain

vincent-van-gogh-the-stone-bench-in-the-garden-at-saint-paul-hospital-1889Vincent van Gogh, “The Stone Bench in the Garden of Saint-Paul Hospital” (1889)


There is so much “excitement” in the world.

Politics. Sports. Entertainment.

Even in the simple act of kids going back to school there is so much hoopla.

We can’t just do things simply. Everything has to be planned, announced, delved into, broadcast into something “grand”, “life-changing”, “utterly profound.”

But the more we need to insist that something is the case, the less in reality it usually is. For excitement, like authority, is something that by its very nature announces itself—and it decreases in direct proportion to the need to have it proclaimed.

In other words, just because we make “a big deal” about everything doesn’t mean it is. In fact, it is normally quite the opposite.

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I remember when a child’s birthday party was composed of eight or ten kids sitting around a kitchen table, wearing…

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“The Jesus Who Loved Banquets”

By Orlando Hernández

The above is the title of a homily by Fr. Richard Scheiner,C.P. . This Good Friday I stood before his grave on the grounds of the Passionist Monastery in Jamaica, Queens, N.Y.. I have learned so much from him. He was my spiritual director, and, towards the end, I considered him my friend. He wrote:
“Jesus loved to go to banquets. At least that is what Luke would have us believe as he describes Jesus accepting invitations to meals from his friends as well as from Pharisees, and even from tax collectors and notorious sinners….. The fact that Jesus ate with just about anyone who offered him a meal–he excluded no one–holds a great lesson for us today. Jesus seemed to especially enjoy eating with the despised and sinners. Sinners, remember, in Jesus’ time weren’t just people who had broken God’s commandments and led an immoral life. Sinners were those who were dubbed as sinners by the Pharisees, and it was easy to be a sinner in the Pharisees’ eyes; all you had to do was engage in an occupation they didn’t approve of. If you weren’t sure you qualified as a sinner, you could always check the Pharisees’ list of disreputable activities. The list was long.”

In this Thursday’s Gospel (Lk 24:35-48) the Resurrected Lord appears in the very midst of His disciples and gives them all a good scare (although I tend to believe that the disciples form Emmaus, Mary Magdalene, and His Blessed Mother were immediately delighted!). The words of the Word of God are powerful indeed. So when He told them “Peace be with you”, I believe the mood in that fearful, guilt-filled “upper room” changed immediately. Then our Glorified Lord told them:

“ ‘Why are you troubled? And why do questions arise in your hearts? Look at my hands and my feet, that it is I myself. Touch me and see, because a ghost does not have flesh and bones as you can see I have.’ And as He said this, He showed them His hands and His feet. While they were still incredulous for joy and were amazed, He asked them, ‘Have you anything here to eat?’ “ (Lk 24: 38-41)

Of course! The Jesus who loved banquets! I am again reminded of the lovely verse from Revelation 3:2: “Behold, I stand at your door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, then I will enter his house and dine with him, and he with me.” Except that, on this blessed Sunday, the Lord did not bother to knock. He just showed up. This luminous scene is fertile ground for prayer, to let our imaginations fly with the Beloved in a kind of Ignatian meditation:

My beautiful Lord, did the disciples join You for dinner? Does this qualify as a banquet, in this dark hiding place, probably having only enough for a simple, humble meal? I feel You were the Light that illuminated this room. Your Presence Itself was the main course. Suddenly the incredulous joy turns into pure, amazing happiness. You “opened their minds” by gently blowing Your Holy Spirit on them. I can only imagine such a glorious moment. Was it solemn and quiet, like the Liturgy of the Mass, no one daring to say anything, except You, the High Priest? Or was it also like so many Easter celebrations by so many families on Easter Sunday, noisy and full of laughter, tears, and memories? Lord, would I have been invited to such a feast with You? Do those terrible scars on Your glorified hands and on Your face give me the right to approach Your table?

I spent the Easter Tridiium at the Passionist Spiritual Center in Jamaica, Queens, with wonderful servants of God as our hosts, and with 45 other retreatants. Our mealtimes were truly filled with joyful conversations ( except during the Silence of Good Friday). There was such love in the air because You were there with us. And yet I was hurt and disturbed by one retreatant, a warrior of God, an “us against them Catholic”. We need such brothers and sisters fighting for the traditional values of our Church, but she told some of us (I believe she did it out of concern and love) that our souls were damned by mortal sin because of the choices we had made on the 2016 elections . We needed to kneel before God and beg for forgiveness.

Beloved Jesus, I do kneel before You and ask You for Your mercy. Lead me in the right path so that You may never leave the Upper Room of my soul. And I beg You, unite all Your followers, whether “conservatives” or “liberals”. Teach us tolerance and understanding toward each other. Make us one in Your Body.

Fr. Richard finished his homily like this: “I think the fact that Jesus excluded no one form eating with Him demonstrates the all encompassing love Jesus displayed for all of us. It is this kind of love that He expects us to practice if we are to be His disciples. Jesus excluded no one from the kingdom of God; he proclaimed the good news of the Kingdom to everyone. Jesus was free, free of the desire to be endorsed and approved by the powerful of His time. Jesus did what He knew was right; He knew what was right because He was grounded in God. Come, and have dinner with Jesus.”
Dear Fr. Richard, pray for us!

Sprinkle Them With Water

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At the Masses I celebrated on Easter Sunday following the homily I cast holy water on the congregation after we renewed our baptismal promises. We renounced Satan and said we believe in God, the Father Almighty, creator of heaven and earth, and in Jesus Christ, his son, and in the Holy Spirit, the giver of life. Yes, we believe in God’s church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body and life everlasting.

Then, I went through the congregation sprinkling them with water, the sign of life, the sign poured out on us at our baptism. I tried not to leave anyone out.

Of course the church was more full on Easter. Some I knew smiled when I sprinkled them generously with the water. Many I didn’t recognize, and I wondered what they thought of it all. The kids squinted when the water hit their faces. Some devoutly made the sign of the cross, some seemed a little uncomfortable.

Easter’s more than hearing something; it’s believing what we hear. Does the water fall on rock and hard ground as well as on good soil I wondered? God promises to “pour out water” on his people, the scriptures say. It’s a generous gesture God makes. Water, too, makes its way we know. It’s everywhere in God’s creation. We hardly realize how present it is in us; it’s there in every tissue of our bodies. God is there in us all, seen and unseen.

So the rite of the church says: Sprinkle them all with water, and this I did.

St. Procopius of Gaza

St. Procopius of Gaza (yes, that Gaza,  a thriving Christian center when that saint wrote) says that Christ has “as his dwelling-place, the whole world in which he lives by his activity.”  It’s not one place, or one time where he dwells, but the whole world and all time. He dwells in Gaza too.

We are all made in his image “which is partly seen and partly hidden from our eyes.” We’re called to grow in Christ’s image, the saint says, by the gifts we have been given through his Spirit. No place should be without human flourishing.

Its not a spiritual growth alone we’re called to achieve, but our growth comes from discovering God’s will as it is “revealed in the laws by which the entire creation is governed.”

So, St. Procopius, intercede for your land of Gaza today, so bereft of  basic things like food, shelter, schools, access to the world beyond. Help your people, made in God’s image, to grow according to God’s will. Help them have what’s due to them according to their human rights.

Tiny Rose

Hain's avatarHowie Hain

by Howard Hain

renoir-girl-with-a-hoop-1885-detailRenoir, “Girl with a Hoop”, 1885 (detail)


When my little girl wakes up in the morning she looks like a little rose. A little pinkish-red rose. Her cheeks are just that color. Her skin is so soft and delicate. The sweetest, most tender expression shines forth. Her dark, long, think, and perfectly disordered hair—just like her mother’s—wonderfully frames and presents her perfect little features. And her tiny, sleepy voice usually calls out the sweetest one-word query and request: “Daddy?”

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Holy Saturday

 

https://player.vimeo.com/video/213254130

Stations of the Cross

 

 

 

 

 

See also Stations of the Cross by young people at: http://www.vatican.va/news_services/liturgy/2018/documents/ns_lit_doc_20180330_via-crucis-meditazioni_en.html

Joy Friday

by Howard Hain


 

The best part of getting a gift is the opening and receiving.

No matter how grateful we are to have the gift, the excitement of “having” is never equal to the excitement of “opening” and “receiving”.

Christ’s death is the gift.

The actual hour of the agony, the arrest, the abandonment, the trial, the mocking, the spitting, the carrying, the nailing, the hanging…it is all the “unwrapping”. The unwrapping of a great gift, the greatest gift.

Because we know the resurrection happens. That it has happened. We live post-resurrection.

The gift is the death. The unwrapping the method of the torture.

Good Friday is the closest we come to being alive during his dying process.

The Liturgy falls down.

“I AM” is too big.

Heaven will not allow distance. The Liturgy in all its greatness is still a distance.

No liturgy. No sacraments.

Heaven is total Union.

Heaven on earth is the unwrapping and receiving of the greatest gift.

Heaven on earth is the joy of Jesus being tortured. The joy of Jesus dying.

‘Paradox’ is too little of a word.

‘Mystery’ means nothing in relation to the reality.

 


“…he left the cloth behind and ran off naked.”

—Mark 14:52


 

 

Wednesday of Holy Week

Readings here

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Prayers and meditations:  www.passionofchrist.us

The Fractured Home-owner

By Orlando Hernandez

There are times, when I sit before the Altar of the Lord, and I feel like such a “mess”.
In the Gospel for Wednesday of Holy Week we read :

“On the first day of the Feast of Unleavened Bread, the disciples approached Jesus and said, ‘Where do you want us to prepare for you to eat the Passover?’ He said, ‘Go into the city to a certain man and tell him, “The teacher says, ‘my appointed time draws near; in your house I shall celebrate the Passover with my disciples.’”’The disciples then did as Jesus had ordered, and prepared the Passover.” (Mt 26:17-19)

I often wonder about this “certain man” who offered his home for Jesus to dine with His disciples. Did he tidy up his house? Did he get a chance to also participate in the miraculous meal that took place in the “upper room” of his house? I have this vision of my Lord coming to my door every morning inviting Himself to the home I occupy, my very self, body and soul. I think of the beloved verse from Revelation 3:20 : “Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, then I will enter his house and dine with him, and he with me.”

How intimate, how precious. Sometimes when I receive the Eucharist this image comes into my very heart. I rest in it, with You, my Lord. But often, unfortunately, a set of disturbing characters rush in to join us at the table. They need so much to be with You, but look at who some of them are: a hot head, a cripple, a lech, a leech, a know-it-all, a liar, a miser, a doubter, a coward, a denier, even a betrayer. I am so ashamed and embarrassed! Will You walk out? You never did, in Your many dinners with so many unsavory folks. And You don’t leave this house of mine that You bless.

You even stoop to wash our feet! You give us Your love. You sanctify us. You bless us. You even invite us to join You at Your House, with Your Father. You heal and forgive us. You bathe us with the light of Your Eternal Life. You give us Your Holy Spirit! Why do You love us like this?

Perhaps You look past us, through us, at the beloved little person You created. Your eyes tell me that You see someone beautiful. Is it really me?