Jonathan Ramos is growing plants on our monastery porch these days In a collection of used plastic bottles, tied together ingeniously with string. Assorted herbs are fed by water dripping from bottle to bottle, plant to plant, supplying the nourishment they need.
Someday they may be flavoring one of our meals.
Jonathan got the idea from a magazine and patiently put the garden together during this time of virus.
He will be leaving us soon to enter the Passionist novitiate in Mexico. Before he goes he’s labeling the garden, “Let everything growing from the earth, praise the Lord.”
May you grow in spirit, Jonathan, and help our world to grow.
The Gospel readings for Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday of the 7th Week of Easter present to us the whole of Chapter 17 of the Gospel of John, Jesus’ beautiful prayer at the end of the Last Supper discourses. Cardinal Fulton Sheen, in his book Life of Christ, calls this chapter “Our Lord’s ‘My Father’”. Jesus must have said these words out loud in front of the Apostles, otherwise it could not have been recorded. I imagine Him, His eyes streaming with tears of joy and sorrow, arms open, facing heaven, saying these words like a nightingale in full-throated song.
Cardinal Sheen writes : “In the Our Father which He taught men to pray there were seven petitions. In His ‘My Father’ there were also seven petitions, and they had reference to His Apostles who are the foundation of His Kingdom on earth. First, their continual union with Him; second, their joy as a result of this union; third, their preservation from evil; fourth, their sanctification in the truth which is Himself; fifth, their unity with one another; sixth, that eventually they may be with Him; and seventh, that they may perceive His glory.”
I try to find the parts of Jesus’ prayer that illustrate these points. I almost seem to find them, and then I forget what they were; it’s so strange. This is the chapter of the Bible that I have read the most, and it always eludes me in some mysterious way. There is so much to it. I still cannot wrap my mind around it. It is like some of my deepest, most powerful prayer experiences. My heart is humming afterwards. My eyes might be full of tears, but I cannot find the words to express what I experience, almost as if I have forgotten most of it, like waking from a dream.
The part that remains with me the most is where Jesus, after praying for His Apostles, says, “I pray not only for these, but also for those who will believe in me through their word, so that they may all be one, as You Father are in Me and I in You, that they also may be in us, that the world may believe that You sent me.” (Jn 17: 20-21)
In his book The World’s Religions, Huston Smith comments on how perhaps the greatest psychological force that prompted so many thousands of people throughout the Roman Empire to consider Christianity, was the impressive unity, solidarity, and mutual sacrifice that the followers of The Way exhibited.
When our beloved leader and teacher, Fr. Owen Lally CP was alive, we would conclude our Charismatic prayer meetings by holding hands around the altar with the Monstrance containing the Living Blessed Sacrament, and would sing:
“Father, make us one.
Father, make us one,
that the world may know
That You sent Your Son.
Father make us one.”
I always felt it was the most powerful moment of our prayer meeting, when the presence of God was the most palpable to me. I felt as if our prayer group would never break up. I would realize that Jesus’ prayer in John 17 was being fulfilled right then and there. Years later, we still conclude with this song even in the absence of Fr. Owen, and of the Blessed Sacrament, the effect is still so unifying and holy.
Jesus, High Priest and Teacher, I thank You for this prayer that You say even for me. May it be always a “holy space” where I may be able to go and meet You. May it inspire us all not to lose hope in this “world” that refuses to accept Your words of love and peace. May we, as Your Church, be able to look into each others eyes, smile and say, without fear or embarrassment, “Father make us one.”
Today is the 5th anniversary of the promulgation of the letter, Laudato sí by Pope Francis on the care of our common home, creation. Here’s a prayer for the anniversary:
Loving God, Creator of Heaven, Earth, and all therein contained. Open our minds and touch our hearts, so that we can be part of Creation, your gift.
Be present to those in need in these difficult times, especially the poorest and most vulnerable. Help us to show creative solidarity as we confront the consequences of the global pandemic. Make us courageous in embracing the changes required to seek the common good. Now more than ever, may we all feel interconnected and interdependent.
Enable us to succeed in listening and responding to the cry of the Earth and the cry of the poor. May their current sufferings become the birth-pangs of a more fraternal and sustainable world.
by Orlando Hernández Over the last weeks of Easter the Gospel for the Masses concentrates on John, chapters 13-17, Jesus’ farewell discourse at the Last Supper. I tried to read these pages slowly and prayerfully more than once during these last sad weeks, asking Jesus what He wants to say to me, asking Him to console me. When I read, He tells me first and foremost that I must be humble enough to get on my knees, take a risk, put aside my pride, serve my neighbor, and also allow my neighbor to serve me, even if by a phone call. Consolation and empathy go both ways. This is the essence of what loving each other means. When you serve others sometimes you find that you are the one being served. Two weeks ago a friend of mine with whom I hadn’t spoken for a while calls me on the phone to tell me that he had lost his wife, who was my friend too, and he was also sick with the COVID, all alone at home, trying to survive. His fever was not too high, but he had the cough, his throat burned, and he had no food. He seemed so confused and distressed that I found myself offering to take him some food.
My wife and I were terrified to do this. A strange, fierce fear of getting the disease gripped us. We are old, no? But we forced ourselves and I left all those groceries at his front door. He insisted that I take the check that he had put in an envelope and left at the door for me. I kept the envelope in the trunk of the car for over a week, afraid to take it into my house for fear of the virus.
When I finally opened the envelope I found Jesus Christ Himself looking straight at me. My friend had put one of those small prayer cards of the Divine Mercy inside. That day I had been in a bad way; the weight of this Pandemic was getting to me. I even had a hard time praying. Finding this little card in the envelope changed my whole perspective realizing that we find Jesus in each other in the most surprising ways.
In Chapter 14 Jesus tells me to not let my heart be troubled, because I have faith. My Lord gives me my faith and that is what strengthens me: faith that there is a God who is pure Love and in the end has the best intentions for all of us, even in the middle of this awful time. Where does this faith, this “evidence of things unseen” come from? From Him! It’s His gift of Self. He is the Way to this truth, a Truth beyond and above this sad, superficial reality under which we live. He IS that Truth, and it is packed with life to the fullest, “zoe” life, eternal life. As a matter of fact, He is that Life. From the very beginning, 12 years ago, He was the One who opened my eyes to this reality. He still comes patiently every day to revive this faith within me.
In the Gospel He goes on to teach me that God is an all-loving Parent who delights in being loved by me. All I have to do is call on my Divine Friend Jesus, and in a mysterious way, this loving Father and this Brother of mine are One, and they pour their “joy” upon me in such a wonderful way that I am lost in “their” Holy Spirit of Love. I am in Them and They are in me. Oh, oh, along with all my other fellow human beings! Very crowded in there! No “social distancing” within this spiritual Truth, this joy. It can be so easy if only we believe. Well, not so easy. We need His gift of faith.
So many of my friends feel lonely in their homes. Others are afraid of dying alone in a hospital bed, being separated from their loved ones. Some complain, “ Why has this precious time in our children’s lives been taken from them?” Some of them haven’t made a single dollar in two months. I listen to them and sometimes cry along with them respectfully. I’m almost embarrassed to tell them, “You are not alone. God will never leave you orphans. He lives in you. Just listen for His whisper. His Spirit, the Advisor, will defend you and guide you through. Even if we are to lose our lives, our Lord promises the most wonderful place in His Father’s house. He waits for us there! Don’t be afraid!” It is not easy to say this to someone. It is even harder for them to accept this when they are in the middle of their own Passion! What I do notice is that faith in Jesus is an incredible help. My friend ended up in the hospital and was there for about 4 days. He knew that I was praying for him. I am relieved to say that he is back home recovering. But every time we talk he cries and shares his grief with me. Everything that he sees in that apartment reminds him of his beloved wife of 42 years. They only had each other. They never had children, and their parents and siblings are gone. My friend is hurting, and yet he is a Catholic! He believes in eternal life. He is certain that they will be together again. We talk and share this belief together and it soothes the pain a little. He promised her he would live on if he could. He makes sure to take his anticoagulants and is caring for himself, trying to eat a little more each day. In my heart I know it is the Holy Spirit of Jesus Who makes sure he does!
Another friend, a very devout woman, a widow, away from her children and grandchildren, tells me, “I die every day, from sadness, loneliness, and anxiety, but every day I also resurrect because I am not alone, Jesus lifts me up and I pick up the phone and try to do this for someone else.” That day, when we spoke by phone, she did exactly that for me. In the Gospel our Lord tells us He is our friend. He gives up his life for us . He wants us to be friends to him, but it is not so easy. We have to follow that difficult commandment: “Love each other the way I love you.” I am reminded of that very inconvenient statement by Dorothy Day: “You can only love God as much as the person you love the least.”
I see so much anger and recrimination in the news, so much division in our country, even regarding how to behave during the pandemic. The negative feelings within me take over. I find myself resenting politicians and fellow citizens who seem to “hate” me straight out of the TV screen. The Spirit of Truth that Jesus pours upon me is more than just my “defense attorney.” He is also the Prosecutor, the Convicter, pointing out each unloving feeling, lack of compassion, negative instinct, or paranoid tendency within me. I see that the way to peace begins with me. I must pray for the welfare, the health, the financial well-being of everyone in my country, listen to everyone with empathy and respect . I can try and pray, invite the Presence of the Holy Trinity to intimately and silently rest within me. My gracious God does. But my Lord reminds me gently:
“If you keep my commandments, you will remain in my love, just as I have kept my father’s commandments and remained in His love. I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and your joy may be complete. This is my commandment, love one another as I love you. No one has greater love than this, to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. You are my friends if you do what I command you….. This I command you: Love one another.” (Jn 15:11-14, 17)
Ecclesiastical Provinces of Boston, Hartford, New York, Newark, Omaha, Philadelphia:
24 SUN SEVENTH SUNDAY OF EASTER Acts 1:12-14/1 Pt 4:13-16/Jn 17:1-11a
All Other U.S. Ecclesiastical Provinces:
24 SUN THE ASCENSION OF THE LORD (Solemnity) Acts 1:1-11/Eph 1:17-23/Mt 28:16-20
When the Ascension of the Lord is celebrated on the following Sunday, the Second Reading and Gospel from the Seventh Sunday of Easter may be read on the Sixth Sunday of Easter.
The Feast of the Ascension is celebrated on Thursday this week in the eastern United States and on Sunday in the western dioceses. Better to celebrate this feast at the same time, I think.
In the Acts of the Apostles, Paul takes the stage at Athens, the intellectual capitol of the Roman world, but his words chosen carefully are met only with curiosity. “We would like to hear you some other time.” (Wednesday)
Paul gets a better reception in Corinth, not far from Athens, but worlds away from the proud self sufficient city. “Do not be afraid. Go on speaking, and do not be silent, for I am with you.” Jesus says to Paul in a vision. (Friday)
In the reading from Acts on Saturday, Luke reminds us that Paul had great people with him like Priscilla and Aquila, the wife and husband, who instruct Apollos, a good speaker but weak in his theology. “When Priscilla and Aquila heard him, they took him aside and explained to him the Way of God more accurately.”
I told a cousin of mine recently who wasn’t sure about a sermon she heard in church. “You may be right and he’s wrong.”
The temptation when reading Pope Francis’ encyclical Laudato Si, on creation and our common home–one of our principal guides today– is to see it as a series of political or economic or social recommendations. It’s deeper than that.
“Our goal is not to amass information or to satisfy curiosity, but rather to become painfully aware, to dare to turn what is happening to the world into our own personal suffering and thus to discover what each of us can do about it. (19)
Our present Covid crisis has created another range of personal and global suffering. We need to change the way we see things and do things. The danger is we lose the sense beauty and the good in life as we cover our faces and distance ourselves from the world around us..
I wish I could remember the name a book written years ago by a biologist pointing out the basic health and goodness of our life forms, from the smallest to the greatest. We live in a world where life thrives and not dies.
The mysticism of the Passion of Jesus offers a way to see our new painful situation as a way to life and not death. The Cross is always of tree that brings life;; a garden tomb offers the promise of new harvest. The mysticism of the Passion doesn’t end in suffering and death, but in life and resurrection.
Mystics usually see the connection of things. Are we being called to embrace a passion mysticism now?
I like Francis’ quotation of the Sufi spiritual writer Ali al-Khawas who “stresses that we not put too much distance between creatures of the world and the interior experience of God.” We have to see this present situation as part of the plan of God, a mystery of death and resurrection.
“Prejudice should not have us criticize those who seek ecstasy in music or poetry. There is a subtle mystery in each of the movements and sounds of this world. The initiate will capture what is being said when the wind blows, the trees sway, water flows, flies buzz, doors creak, birds sing, or in the sound of strings or flutes, the sighs of the sick, the groans of the afflicted…” (EVA DE VITRAY-MEYEROVITCH [ed.], Anthologie du soufisme, Paris 1978, 200).
As we put on face masks and practice social distancing, let’s not lose sight of the beauty of creation, a sign of God’s presence.