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Visit This House

We chanted the following prayer tonight, and I thought you might also like to pray it.  For those familiar with Compline, you will recognize the first two and the last two lines.  The other sources of the prayer are multiple.

Visit this house, O God,
that no evil may reside here.
Cleanse our hearts and our spirits,
protect us from the deceptions of the evil one.
Save us from lightning and tempest,
from fire and flood, from pestilence and famine,
From every bodily harm,
from sickness of mind and spirit,
From blindness and hardness of heart,
and from all lack of charity.
From sadness that turns us away from you,
from fear that takes us captive.
May our dark places be made light,
and may our hearts be lifted.
May we be the sweet fragrance of Christ to God,
spreading the knowledge of Jesus everywhere.
May we be among the pure in heart,
whose blessing will be to see you.
May your holy angels dwell here to keep us in peace,
and may your blessing be upon us always.

 

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Photo of angel sculpture from Houston Cenacle

God Never Comes Alone

I’d like to share a lovely passage from an essay with a rather formidable title: “Trinitarian Theology as Participation,” by Frans Jozef van Beeck, SJ.  Father van Beeck feels that the reason many Christians leave the church today is that they are simply bored. They do not find there a “sense of participation in God, no mysticism.”

The inner affinity with the Mystery in whom we are alive and move and have being—Father, Son, Holy Spirit—can grow on us only in the experience of God as ‘the All’: the God of each of us at the expense of none of us, the God who never comes alone but always with the entire cosmos and all of humanity.  This experience is the heart of common worship, with its cosmic and universalist dimensions, its significant silence and significant speech, its significant gesture and significant motionlessness, its interplay of the seen and the unseen—in sum, its doxology made tangible.

Franz Josef van Beeck, “Trinitarian Theology as Participation,” The Trinity: An Interdisciplinary Symposium on the Trinity, edited by Stephen T. Davis, Daniel Kendall, SJ, Gerald O’Collins, SJ

Doxology—from the Greek word doxa (δόξα), meaning glory: Glory to “the God of each of us at the expense of none of us, the God who never comes alone but always with the entire cosmos and all of humanity.”

 

Space fractal with stars

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“Space fractal with stars” image by Rose Hoover, rc

Living the Vows

The religious vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience are anything but popular right now.  I was struck recently by Barry Gault’s essay, “Society Men: What I Learned from the Jesuits,” in the April 22 issue of Commonweal.  Gault is a psychiatrist, and his essay, using as examples his Jesuit high school and college professors, suggests that the vows may tend to prevent people from growing up.

The essay continued to gnaw at me, especially because, although it was obvious that the author was trying to deal thoughtfully with the topic, there seemed to be little understanding of what it means to live the vows.  I soon realized that I needed to write a response.  So I sent a letter to the editor, which can be found on the Commonweal website under the heading “Living the Vows,” as well as in the print version of the magazine.

Here is what I wrote:

I realize that Barry Gault, wrestling with what he calls “a painful paradox,” is asking anguished questions in the latter part of his essay, rather than stating firm conclusions. However, the implications of those questions may be misleading on at least two fronts: first, the familiar suggestion that celibacy makes sexual abuse more likely; and second, the notion that living the vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience tends to preclude the encounter with reality required for human maturity.

Although I am no advocate of mandatory celibacy for diocesan clergy, I am convinced of its value for those who are called to it. Statistics on abuse are hard to come by, both because of the predisposition Gault notes to cover up scandal, as well as the lack of centralization among many Protestant churches; but what data I have seen seems to indicate that sexual abuse of minors is as frequent among noncelibate Protestant clergy as it is among Catholic priests. (The Baptist Web site EthicsDaily.com is one of several valuable resources on the topic.) Needless to say, this should be no source of congratulation for Catholics, because even one case of abuse is too many.

As for the vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience, Gault asks, “However admirable in the purity of their moral rigor, might not these principles forfend some of the most difficult challenges of full adulthood?” On the contrary, far from removing one from a confrontation with those “three great forces” of the adult world—wealth, sex, and power—living the vows obliges one to come to terms with them, if the vows are to be lived in a holy manner. To consider only the first of these forces: the complacent greed of an unscrupulous CEO is not so far removed from the petty possessiveness of a sister guarding her space or her few belongings. Neither has confronted adequately the mighty pull of material treasure.

So if Gault’s professors were immature, it was not because of the vows they made—though I readily admit that a superficial understanding of religious vows can indeed foster immaturity, just as a superficial understanding of marriage vows can do the same thing.

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“Dream Feet on the Journey” photo by Rose Hoover, rc

Shining like the Sun

It has happened to me more than once. I’ll be in a big city temporarily – usually it’s Chicago, gritting my teeth as I try to maneuver the car safely in the traffic along Fullerton Parkway or on the Eisenhower Expressway, or feeling isolated and harried among the sidewalk crowds on Clark Street.

I begin to mutter to myself, “I never, ever want to live in a big city again – the traffic is impossible; the city is impersonal; people look above you or through you as if you were invisible.”

And then, out of the blue, someone I’ve never met performs an act of kindness toward me that at times is very simple, at other times takes my breath away, and always convicts me of my own narrow-mindedness of heart. The latest was the driver of the airport van, a young man who had shepherded several of us, including one handicapped Sister, into the van in front of the Chicago Cenacle; put up patiently with some confusion before we left the parking lot; and deposited us at Midway Airport.

When I thanked him, he not only smiled, but hugged me as he might his mama. Then he wished us well on our trip and departed with a cheerful admonition, “Be cool now!”

I haven’t changed my mind about the traffic, though.

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“There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun. …

“I suddenly saw the secret beauty of their hearts, the depths of their hearts where neither sin nor desire nor self-knowledge can reach, the core of their reality, the person that each one is in God’s eyes.  If only they could all see themselves as they really are.  If only we could see each other that way all of the time.  There would be no more war, no more hatred, no more cruelty, no more greed…”

Thomas Merton, Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander

Come, Spirit of Love

Come, Holy Spirit of love, truth, and peace,
change my heart that I may love with your love.
May I choose Christ today and in every moment of my life –
since he has first chosen me –
and may I always prefer God’s love to all else.
Amen.

As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you;
abide in my love.
(John 15:9)

If the indwelling of the Holy Spirit seems wispy, if the love of God appears to be ungrounded in everyday reality, it may be helpful to remember the beautiful words of Pedro Arrupe, SJ:

Nothing is more practical than finding God,
that is, than falling in love
in a quite absolute, final way.
What you are in love with,
what seizes your imagination,
will affect everything.
It will decide what will get you
out of bed in the morning,
what you will do with your evenings,
how you will spend your weekends
what you read, who you know,
what breaks your heart,
and what amazes you
with joy and gratitude.
Fall in love, stay in love,
and it will decide everything.

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More reflections for Ascension, the Feast of Our Lady of the Cenacle, and Pentecost

“Come, Spirit of Love” fractal art by Sister Rose Hoover, rc, and Apophysis

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