Ashes and Dirty Faces

Fine, powdery, dark gray and black ashes, smudged onto our foreheads in the shape of a cross, for all the world to imagine what we’ve been doing, looking like we bumped our heads while cleaning out the fireplace, and forgot to wash that part of our faces…

Just a few ashes…symbolizing more than most of us realize as we go through the motions of Ash Wednesday.  What do we say to people who ask us the obvious question:  What IS that on your head?  Why do you have black stuff on your face?

Why WILL we participate in this strange custom this evening?  What DOES it mean?  The spiritual practice of applying ashes on oneself as a sign of sincere repentance goes back thousands of years. Frequently in the days of the Old and the New Testament, when someone had sinned, he clothed his body with sackcloth and covered himself with ashes. [Jer. 6:26]  The sacramental that we are observing today arises from that custom, the spiritual practice of observing public penitence.  Church history tells us that the liturgical practice of applying ashes on one’s forehead during the Lenten Season goes back as far as the eighth century. This was accompanied by different forms of fasting, prayer, sacrifices, charity towards others, etc… The writings of St. Leo, around 461 A.D., tell us that during the Lenten Season, he exhorted the faithful to abstain from certain food to fulfill with their fasts the Apostolic institution of forty days.  In the days of the Old Testament, many tore their clothing as a sign of repentance.

Today, we use the ashes as a reminder of who we are.  The Bible tells us

that we came from the dust and to the dust we shall return.  The first

human was formed out of the dust of the earth by God and then God breathed

life into that dust.  That is a powerful image.  One that is meant to

remind us that without the breath or Spirit of God moving in us, we are

just like these ashes: lifeless – worthless.

The ashes that many of us will wear tonight are meant to be for us symbols of our repentance and signs that we truly seek to follow in God’s path.

The people in the Biblical stories probably put the ashes on top of their

heads – so why do we, instead of putting these ashes on our heads, put them

in the sign of the cross on our foreheads?

We do so because it is a reminder of how we are sealed for Christ.  In most

churches when a baby is baptized the minister or priest uses oil to mark

the child with the sign of the cross.  The mark of the cross is a mark of ownership.  These ashes tonight remind us that we are Christ’s – that he died so that we might live.  These may be just a few ashes but they mean a lot.  They are a symbol of our need for God.  We are nothing but dust and ashes apart from God.

But what about Lent itself?  What is it?  Why do we have this season?  Most of us were taught that the lengthy period of Lent was one of penitence and fasting, a time provided for those who were separated from the church by their sins, so they could be reconciled by acts of penitence and forgiveness.

For most of us, Lent is the time of sometimes painful self-examination, during which we scrutinize our habits, our spiritual practice, and our very lives – hoping to make ourselves better, trying to make ourselves worthy of the love of God.  We “step up” our prayer, fasting, and self-denial in order to remove worldly distractions from our lives. And we take on Bible study, classes, and service projects in order to add meaning and depth to our existence.  For some children, Lent means no sweets, for teenagers, less time on Facebook. For adults, it may be consuming less meat or alcohol, or attending that Lenten course offered by the Church.

However we go about it, the goal is pretty much the same: Lent makes us ready for Easter. Quite simply put, we are better able to appreciate Resurrection joys come Easter Day by enduring these Lenten disciplines now.

The Old Testament Lessons, the Psalm appointed for today, and today’s Gospel Reading all tell us the “how” and “why” of Lent.  But then, there is Paul.  Saint Paul tells is, right off the bat, in the very first verse of the Epistle for today, to “BE RECONCILED TO GOD.”  Nowhere does he say, “Observe a Holy Lent, THEN be reconciled to God.”  Not after enduring a forty-day fast. Not after lengthy Bible study. Not even after prayer, but now, here, today: Be reconciled to God.  Paul not only invites us to be reconciled to God, he actually beseeches us. That is, he pleads, implores, presses, begs, and demands. “We beseech you on behalf of Christ, be reconciled to God. … Now is the acceptable time, now is the day of salvation.”

If we but recognize this, if we are but reconciled to our God NOW, and THEN work toward our Lenten goals of fasting, of prayer, and of penitence, if we seek to discipline ourselves during Lent, and make those disciplines into daily habits, we will not only most assuredly have the Holy Lent we all desire, but will come to live a more holy life in general.  And isn’t that, really, what Lent is all about in the first place?  Amen.

Saint Catherine of Ricci

Alexandrina dei Ricci was born of a patrician family, but Catharine Bonza died leaving her motherless in her infancy. She was trained in virtue by a very pious godmother. The little girl took Our Lady as her mother and had for her a tender devotion. The child held familiar conversations with her guardian angel, who taught her a special manner of saying the rosary and assisted her in the practice of virtue.

As soon as Alexandrina was old enough to go away from home (age 6 or 7), she was sent to the convent school of Monticelli, where her aunt, Louisa dei Ricci, was the abbess. Besides learning her lessons for which she was sent, the little girl developed a great devotion to the Passion. She prayed often before a certain picture of Our Lord, and at the foot of a crucifix, which is still treasured as “Alexandrina’s crucifix.” Returning from the monastery when her education was completed according to the norm for girls, she turned her attention to her vocation.

In her plans to enter a monastery of strict observance, she met with great opposition from her father Peter. She loved the community life that had allowed her to serve God without impediment or distraction. She continued her usual exercises at home as much as she was able, but the interruptions and dissipations that were inseparable from her station, made her uneasy.

Finally, Peter allowed her to visit St. Vincent’s convent in Prato, Tuscany, which had been founded by nine Third Order Dominicans who were great admirers of Savonarola. Alexandrina begged to remain with them; however, her father took her away, promising to let her return. He did not keep his promise, and the girl fell so ill that everyone despaired of her life. Frightened into agreement, her father gave his consent; Alexandrina, soon recovering, entered the convent of Saint Vincent.

In May 1535, Alexandrina received the habit from her uncle, Fr. Timothy dei Ricci, who was confessor to the convent. She was given the name Catherine in religion, and she very happily set about imitating her beloved patron. Lost in celestial visions, she was quite unaware that the sisters had begun to wonder about her qualifications for the religious life: for in her ecstasies she seemed merely sleepy, and at times extremely stupid. Some thought her insane. Her companions did not suspect her of ecstasy when she dozed at community exercises, spilled food, or broke dishes.

Neither did it occur to Sister Catherine that other people were not, like herself, rapt in ecstasy. She was about to be dismissed from the community when she became aware of the heavenly favors she had received. From then on there was no question of dismissing the young novice, but fresh trials moved in upon her in the form of agonizing pain from a complication of diseases that remedies seemed only to aggravate. She endured her sufferings patiently by constantly meditating on the passion of Christ, until she was suddenly healed. After her recovery, she was left in frail health.

Like Saint John of Egypt and Saint Antony, Catherine met Philip Neri in a vision while he was still alive and in Rome. They had corresponded for a long time and wanted to meet each other but were unable to arrange it. Catherine appeared to Philip in a vision and they conversed for a long time. Saint Philip, who was also cautious in giving credence to or publishing visions, confirmed this. This blessed ability to bilocate, like Padre Pio, was confirmed by the oaths of five witnesses. Also like those desert fathers, Antony and John, she fasted two or three times weekly on only bread and water, and sometimes passed an entire day without taking any nourishment.

Like Saint Catherine of Siena, she is said to have received a ring from the Lord as a sign of her espousal to him–a mysterious ring made of gold set with a diamond, invisible to all except the mystic. Others saw only a red lozenge and a circlet around her finder.

Sister Catherine was 20 when she began a 12-year cycle of weekly ecstasies of the Passion from noon each Thursday until 4:00 p.m. each Friday. The first time, during Lent 1542, she meditated so heart-rendingly on the crucifixion of Jesus that she became seriously ill, until a vision of the Risen Lord talking with Mary Magdalene restored her to health on Holy Saturday.

She received the sacred stigmata, which remained with her always. In addition to the five wounds, she received, in the course of her Thursday-Friday ecstasies, many of the other wounds which our Lord suffered. Watching her face and body, the sisters could follow the course of the Passion, as she was mystically scourged and crowned with thorns. When the ecstasy was finished, she would be covered with wounds and her shoulder remained deeply indented where the Cross had been laid.

Soon all Italy was attentive and crowds came to see her. Skeptics and the indifferent, sinners and unbelievers, were transformed at the sight of her. Soon there was no day nor hour at which people did not come, people in need and in sin, people full of doubt and tribulation, who sought her help, and, of course, the merely curious. Because of the publicity that these favors attracted, she and her entire community asked our Lord to make the wounds less visible, and He did in 1554.

Her patience and healing impressed her sisters. While still very young, Catherine was chosen to serve the community as novice- mistress, then sub-prioress, and, at age 30, she was appointed prioress in perpetuity, despite her intense mystical life of prayer and penance. She managed the material details of running a large household well, and became known as a kind and considerate superior. Catherine was particularly gentle with the sick. Troubled people, both within the convent and in the town, came to her for advice and prayer, and her participation in the Passion exerted a great influence for good among all who saw it. Three future popes (Cardinals Cervini later known as Pope Marcellus II, Alexander de Medici (Pope Leo XI), and Aldobrandini (Pope Clement VIII)) were among the thousands who flocked to the convent to beseech her intercession.

Of the cloister that Catherine directed, a widow who had entered it observed: “If the world only knew how blessed is life in this cloister, the doors would not suffice and the thronging people would clamber in over all the walls.”

A contemporary painting of Catherine attributed to Nardini (at the Pinacoteca of Montepulciano) shows a not unattractive, though relatively plain woman. Her eyes protrude a bit too much and her nose is too flared to account her a classic beauty, but she possessed high cheekbones, dark hair, widely spaced eyes, and full lips. Her mein is that of a sensitive woman who has experience pain and now has compassion.

Catherine’s influence was not confined within the walls of her convent. She was greatly preoccupied by the need for reform in the Church, as is apparent from her letters, many of them addressed to highly-placed persons. This accounts, too, for her reverence for the memory of Savonarola, who had defied the evil-living Pope Alexander VI and been hanged in Florence in 1498. Saint Catherine was in touch with such contemporary, highly-orthodox reformers as Saint Charles Borromeo and Saint Pius V.

After Catherine’s long and painful death in 1589, many miracles were performed at her tomb. Her cultus soon spread from Prato throughout the whole of Italy and thence to the whole world. The future Pope Benedict XIV, the “devil’s advocate” in Catherine’s cause for canonization, critically examined all relevant claims. As in the case of her younger contemporary, Saint Mary Magdalene de’Pazzi, canonization was not granted because of the extraordinary phenomenon surrounding her life, but for heroic virtue and complete union with Christ (Attwater, Benedictines, Bentley, Dorcy, Encyclopedia, Farmer, Husenbeth, Schamoni, Walsh).

Born: April 23rd 1522 at Florence, Italy

Died: February 2, 1590 at Prato, Italy

Beatified: November 23, 1732 by Pope Clement XII

Canonized: June 29, 1746 by Pope Benedict XIV

Patronage: bodily ills; illness; sick people; sickness

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall!

“Mirror , Mirror on the wall, who’s the Fairest of them all?” We all remember this line from that favorite fairy tale, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. Who is speaking such eloquent words? As we all know, the evil Queen, who wishes to be the fairest in the land.  As her daily habit, she consults her magic mirror, to reaffirm her beauty and charm. And being an enchanted mirror, it wisely tells her what she wants to hear. That is til someone more fair enters the kingdom, and we all know how the story ends. How many of us wish for just such a magic mirror, one which would show us at our most beautiful. Even on days when we aren’t feeling so pretty, or seem to be stressing over a perceived physical flaw that only we can see.

So what do we do? Well women put on makeup, style their hair, and wear their prettiest dress. Men, take great pains over their facial hair, to shave or not, bring out that tired suit, and of course a tie which must match. All this, serves to clothe us in an armor of acceptance, and allows us to face yet another day. We even plaster a smile on our face, while inside we are crying, dying just a little bit from the pressure of trying to fit in, to appear normal.

As described in Exodus 34:29-35, Moses did this very same thing. 34:29 Moses came down from Mount Sinai. As he came down from the mountain with the two tablets of the covenant in his hand, Moses did not know that the skin of his face shone because he had been talking with God. 34:30 When Aaron and all the Israelites saw Moses, the skin of his face was shining, and they were afraid to come near him. 34:31 But Moses called to them; and Aaron and all the leaders of the congregation returned to him, and Moses spoke with them. 34:32 Afterward all the Israelites came near, and he gave them in commandment all that the LORD had spoken with him on Mount Sinai. 34:33 When Moses had finished speaking with them, he put a veil on his face; 34:34 but whenever Moses went in before the LORD to speak with him, he would take the veil off, until he came out; and when he came out, and told the Israelites what he had been commanded, 34:35 the Israelites would see the face of Moses, that the skin of his face was shining; and Moses would put the veil on his face again, until he went in to speak with him.

Why did Moses feel the need to wear a veil? Surely it was not to hide the affect our Lord had on his countinence, his face shining as if a beacon in the darkness. Maybe he felt others would judge him, that  they would be scared of the change which was clearly in evidence. I can most certainly relate to this, feeling as if others are judging my outer self. Afraid that what hides behind the veil, even if it is good, would cause others to dislike or reject me. But as Moses did, and which we all must do, take off that veil, be our true selves. Our faith will then shine, and God sees us as who we really are. There is no need to be afraid or fear rejection in His presence.

2 Corinthians 3:16-18, 4:1-2 3:16 but when one turns to the Lord, the veil is removed. 3:17 Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. 3:18 And all of us, with unveiled faces, seeing the glory of the Lord as though reflected in a mirror, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another; for this comes from the Lord, the Spirit. 4:1 Therefore, since it is by God’s mercy that we are engaged in this ministry, we do not lose heart. 4:2 We have renounced the shameful things that one hides; we refuse to practice cunning or to falsify God’s word; but by the open statement of the truth we commend ourselves to the conscience of everyone in the sight of God.

We have learned to remove our veil, our false faces we present to the world, and let the evidence of God’s love shine plainly on our faces. So let’s look in that mirror again, but this time it’s not enchanted. Just an everyday bathroom mirror, and as you stare at this person whom you have lived with all your life, how do you see her now? Is your face veiled, to hide who you really are, a daughter of Christ? Can you remove your cloth armor (the veil), step out the front door, and face the world as an authentic person? Making no excuses, being someone who loves and accepts herself, warts, tattoos, piercings, cellulite, and wrinkles included, because of that blessed shining love only a Father can give to his favorite children. Can you be YOU!?

Proof of Heaven~ a review by Fr. Bryan Wolf

Proof of Heaven is a 2012 New York Times bestseller written by Eben Alexander,MD and publihsed by Simon and Schuster. Dr. Alexander is an academic researcher, scientist and a practicing neurosurgeon. With degrees in Chemistry, from the University of South Carolina at Chapel Hill, and a medical degree from the Duke University Medical School; Dr. Alexander chaired staff at Massachusetts General Hospital and is faculty at the Harvard Medical School. His credentials and standing within the medical community and specifically in the field of medical neuroscience, practice and surgery; is beyond question. He is frequently a television guest and commentator.

During November of 2008, Dr. Alexander suffered a serious medical emergency from an extremely rare attack of Infectious Bacterial E.Coli Meningitis. So rare is this condition and powerfully resistant to aggressive treatment, that the mortality rate is above 90% according to the Center for Disease Control; who also record less than one case in 10 million annually. Unbeknowst as to the cause of Eben’s infection, he deteriorated quickly into coma. So bleak was his prognosis that family gathered and last rights administrered, even as fellow doctors and researchers from around the world worked, albeit without success, to remedy his condition. As he records in his book, with supportive documentation from medical doctors who treated him, he lacked even the slightest registration of any brain activity, even with deep cerebral probe. Spinal taps revealed more pus than fluid, and death was considered imminent. Miraculously and without warning, Eben awoke from a week long coma; even to the surprising degree of having immediate speech and recognition.

Fully recovered, Dr. Alexander writes in Proof of Heaven of his experiences on “the other side.” He references near death experiences (NDE) in his research. However what makes his story so compelling, is he cites the medical evidence to demonstrate that his brain activity was so neutralized by his condition. Most doctors and researchers today explain away NDE as the brain’s attempt to create hallucination, in order to function in extreme adverse situations. As Dr. Alexander explains, “a person in coma is actually in both worlds- physically here and spiritually there.” He hold his case up as Proof of Heaven, in that his brain was so damaged it was medically and literally without thought, consciousness or activity.

Why I write this and why I am so moved, is that Dr. Alexander does indeed offer Proof of Heaven. He recounts a spiritual being (more on “her” later) who eventually greets him and tells him three great things he remembers to this day- “1) You are loved, 2) You have nothing to fear and 3) You can do nothing wrong.” This is repeated to him time and time again, during his “visits to the other side” while in his coma.

While there is much that can be written here to explain his “vision of the other side”, I will limit myself to a few profound theological concepts Dr. Alexander shares. These will either inspire you to read the book or- at the very least, to pray.

Dr. Alexander states he was shared knowledge, though he admits he is not sure why he out of everyone else who enoyed a NDE should be chosen- perhaps because of his crendentials and his initial scientific disbelief of such experiences. He confesses to a Divine Being (God) who, by His power, blocks our complete understanding of Him. To use the old adage- our souls are here for school. We can be, if allowed by the Creator, aware of our spiritual existence- which is where we were before we were born into this physical life. Here to learn and make right choices, we would be less apt to do so, Dr. Alexander theorizes, if we knew we would ultimately be returing to paradise. He goes on to state in his book that God “knows what we have forgotten (of the spiritual side) and understand the terrible burden it is to live with amnesia (of God’s existence) for even a moment.”

The gift of free will is given to us to accomplish our choices, and evil and injustice permitted in the world because, being right and just would loose their significance and beauty if they were carte blanche. Dr. Alexander writes; “While our life down here may seem insignificant, it is hugely important for our role here to grow towards the Divine- and that growth is closely watched by beings in the world above. Lucent souls, which I believe are the origin of our culture’s concept of angels.”

Is this to say there is a hell? Dr. Alexander shares of first being exposed to a “murky darkness, like being submerged in mud but still being able to see through it.” Not conscious of having a body, he states he “was aware of something beyond” this environment and “fought to move to it.” Breaking free of this “murky darkness” he is met by her. “You are loved. You have nothing to fear. You can do nothing wrong.”

Her? I have mentioned her before. But who is she? Therein lies, in the final chapter of his book, what he considers- and perhaps rightly so, Proof of Heaven.

An editorial comment here. The book can slow down a bit, as a Doctor, Eben does get involved and go into detail of his medical condition, diagnosis, tests and treatment. These however, are all served up to the reader to build his case that his NDE was not hallucinatory or medically possbile. There are of course skeptics to his account. But for religious persons, we build on faith not labratory conditions. Oh, and of course for argument sake- there is Her.

All You Need Is Love ~ The Rt. Rev. Greg Godsey, Bishop Ordinary, Diocese of the Southeast

The words of the once popular song are still true today and are proclaimed in the readings for Mass today, “All you need is love!”

You see, in our modern day of technology and 30 second gratification, we often forget that part of our daily lives are those people who are around us. We often forget that they too deserve and need our time and attention. Instead, we are too busy on Facebook or Twitter. We are too absorbed in texting to see the people who need us most. And what exactly do they need? “All they need is love!”

Jeremiah 1: 4-10

 Now  the word of the Lord came to me saying,

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,

And before you were born I consecrated you;
I have appointed you a prophet to the nations.”
Then I said, “Alas, Lord [a]God!
Behold, I do not know how to speak, Because I am a youth.”
But the Lord said to me, “Do not say, ‘I am a youth,’ Because everywhere I send you, you shall go, And all that I command you, you shall speak.  “Do not be afraid of them, For I am with you to deliver you,” declares the Lord.

Then the Lord stretched out His hand and touched my mouth, and the Lord said to me, 

“Behold, I have put My words in your mouth.

10 “See, I have appointed you this day over the nations and over the kingdoms,

To pluck up and to break down,

To destroy and to overthrow,

To build and to plant.”

In our reading for the day,  Jeremiah 1: 4-10, the Prophet Jeremiah is told that God knew him while he was still in the womb. The love of the Almighty God saw the cells combine in Jeremiah’s mother’s womb and then saw the wonder of birth and the new life it spawned. Even as Jeremiah sat despondent that he was unloved and unheeded by his own people, the very people he was trying to save from destruction, God came to him to remind him that he was loved. God reminded him that he was there the moment love started his life.

I personally have gone through the Jeremiah moments in my life. I was made a Bishop at a very young age and as such many of the older, wiser Bishops of our movement would not give me the time of day. Some were very mean and hateful to me because in their eyes I could not possibly be valid. The Roman Catholic Priest in my home town succeeded in running me out of town. I too had the very moments that Jeremiah had and those that Jesus spoke of in the Gospel today. I came to the realization that if Jesus was not accepted in his hometown, who was I to think I would be treated any better.

Anger and hate welled up inside me. I was angry at all those pompous Bishops who belittled me because of my age. I was angry at all the Roman Catholics who bought the garbage spewed by the local Priest about how Old Catholics were heretics and would lead their souls to hell. This anger turned to hate and the hate began to poison my soul.

 

That is when I met Bishop Parker. Bishop Parker came to me as a lay person and was honest about his future. He told me that the doctor had discovered he had stage 4 non-small cell lung cancer in the lymph nodes and that he had about 6 months or so to live. That had been over a year before, but the point was that he was living on borrowed time. He had a desire to be a priest, but not a single church would consider him because of the cancer. I brought him into the church and made him and priest and a bishop! He worked so hard for the church that it amazed me!

We moved from Kentucky to North Augusta, SC to be closer to him. As his days on this earth came to a close, he taught me many things. I watch him die with dignity. I watched him let go of the anger and hate that he had from incidents in his past. And all the while, he was helping me to let go of my own anger and hate. The day Bishop Parker died a piece of me died with him. The last vestiges of anger and hate melted away as I saw him enter his eternal reward in peace and with unwavering faith. All through his ordeal, he had taught me to love again. To love my wife, my child and to love my calling.

I began to work again for the good of the church. I gave to God the pain and hurt from those in the movement who had wronged me and set out to do what I knew God had called me to do. And part of that mission was to spread one message, “God loves you just as you are.” Scripture does not say that God will love you if you change, or that you have to reach this level of holiness to find the love of the Almighty. No, Paul says that while we were still sinners God sent his Son to redeem us. That means God loved us as we were and where we were so much that he was willing to see his own Son die to buy us back from sin and death! That is a powerful message!

And as Paul makes clear to the Corinthians this morning, if you do not have love, everything you do is like a clanging cymbal or a noisy gong. He even says that when all else is done, love is the only thing that will remain!

Today we as Christians have a choice. We can continue to fight over whose mitre is bigger, whose vestments more costly, whose church has more people, or we can choose to proclaim the Gospel of Love to the nations and draw all men and women into the loving embrace of Almighty God.

The choice is yours. But as for me, I will keep on singing, “All you need is love!”

A New Home

In recent weeks, the Order of Preachers, Reformed, has struggled through a time of great dismay and difficulty.  We know that without death there can be no resurrection.  And, just as the angel came down and troubled the waters at Bethsaida so that those surrounding the pool could be healed, so it is with us.  Throughout our troubles and distress, God has been leading us to where we need to be, and where we may serve Him best.  Under the guidance and loving hands of the Most Rev. Aaron Edmund Cass and The Right Rev. Gregory Godsey, the Order of Preachers, Reformed has become The Order of Preachers, Old Catholic, and we are now the Dominican Order of The Old Catholic Church of North America.

We  look forward to a new and stronger ministry in our new home, and we will, indeed, serve the Lord with gladness and singleness of heart.  Please continue to keep us in your prayers.

Blessed Mary Mancini of Pisa

Catherine Mancini was born in Pisa in 1355, of noble parentage, and from infancy began enjoying the miraculous favors with which her life was filled. At the age of three, she was warned by some heavenly agency that the porch on which she had been placed by a nurse was unsafe. Her cries attracted the nurse’s attention, and they had barely left the porch when it collapsed. When she was five, she beheld in an ecstasy the dungeon of a place in Pisa in which Peter Gambacorta, one of the leading citizens, was being tortured. At Catherine’s prayer, the rope broke and the man was released. Our Lady told the little girl to say prayers every day for this man, because he would one day be her benefactor.

Catherine would have much preferred the religious life to marriage, but she obeyed her parents and was married at the age of twelve. Widowed at sixteen, she was compelled to marry again. Of her seven children, only one survived the death of her second husband, and Catherine learned through a vision that this child, too, would soon be taken from her.  Thus she found herself, at the age of twenty five, twice widowed and bereft of all her children. Refusing a third marriage, she devoted herself to prayers and works of charity.

She soon worked out for herself a severe schedule of prayers and good works, fasting and mortifications. She tended the sick and the poor, bringing them into her own home and regarding them as Our Lord Himself. She gave her goods to the poor and labored for them with her own hands. Our Lord was pleased to show her that He approved of her works by appearing to her in the guise of a poor young man, sick, and in need of both food and medicine. She carefully dressed his wounds, and she was rewarded by the revelation that it was in reality her redeemer whom she had served.

St. Catherine of Siena visited Pisa at about this time, and the two saintly women were drawn together into a holy friendship. As they prayed together in the Dominican church one day, they were surrounded by a bright cloud, out of which flew a white dove. They conversed joyfully on spiritual matters, and were mutually strengthened by the meeting.

On the advice of St. Catherine of Siena, Catherine (Mary Mancini) retired to an enclosed convent of the Second Order. In religion, she was given the name Mary, by which she is usually known. She embraced the religious life in all its primitive austerity, and, with Blessed Clare Gambarcota and a few other members of the convent, she founded a new and much more austere house, which had been built by Peter Gambacorta. Our Lady’s prophecy of his benefactions was thus fulfilled.

Blessed Mary was favored with many visions and was in almost constant prayer. She became prioress of the house on the death of her friend Blessed Clare Gambacorta, and ruled it with justice and holiness until her death.

She died in 1431 and was beatified by Pius IX in 1855.

 

My Grace is sufficient~ by Fr. Bryan Wolf

“… a thorn was given to me in the flesh, a messenger of Satan, to keep me from being too elated. Three times I appealed to the Lord about this, that it would leave me, but he said to me; “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is made perfect in weakness.” So I will boast all the more gladly of my weakness, so that the power of Christ may live within me.”   2 Corinthians 12:7-9

Recently I have begun to counsel an old friend who I have not seen in more than fifteen years.  An ex-marine and disabled police officer, he came to me a victim of drug addiction.  At first I was taken aback.  This man, I thought, had the world in his pockets last I knew.  Though we had grown apart, as the winds of life blow us- I had heard stories of how his world had spun out of control.  I failed to believe that a man with his character, credentials and training, would fall victim to drug use. I silently thought of him often, but knew not where the winds had blown him.

Contrary to the opinion of some, the internet brought us together again.  Truly, God does work his wonder his mysteries to perform and moves his Spirit through cyberspace.  When we spoke for the first time, I heard the tragic story of how the abuse prescription pain medications led to his disability from police work.  That the cycle of abuse grew and spread to the use of more serious illegal and illicit drugs; costing him his wife and children as they abandoned  him. Surrendering himself to a dependency so strong, that disability pension checks began to go to drug pushers and not his landlord.  Now evicted, he lives in his car with his dog.

Through direct deductions from his pension disability, he continues to provide for the financial support of his children. Evidence exists that this former Marine and police officer fights his demons, attending when he can meetings of Narcotics Anonymous. He musters pride and a broken smile in this assertion, but it fades quickly when he confesses that his battles are not always won.  He sadly admits to sometimes attending meetings, just for the free coffee and muffin they provide.  I am humbled that he turns to me for encouragement.

We are all addicts to one vice or another.  I am the world’s greatest procrastinator and find myself doing simple things when I know more challenging and difficult tasks remain to be done.  I confess to having more credit cards then my income allows.  A family member struggles daily with the curse of familial alcoholism.

In his book God I have Issues, Fr. Mark Thibodeaux SJ reminds us that “In God’s eyes, addictions are avenues for salvation. They provide the impetus to finally surrender our lives to God.”  What a prophetic statement. For in our addiction we become a slave to the addiction, and our failings keep us shackled to it.  Only through the strength and mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ, can we hope to break those bonds and raise ourselves out of our despair.  As we are reminded in Scripture, “For this slight momentary affliction is preparing us for an eternal weight of glory beyond all measure”.  [2 Corinthians 4:17]

Life is considered by many as a “school for our souls”.  We must learn, through the grace and mercy of God, that we can overcome and endure those trials and pitfalls before us.  That by the grace of God, our weakness is transformed into strength. That these afflictions, no matter how overwhelming they seem at the time, are but temporary bumps in the road of our life’s journey.  We must surrender ourselves to the power and mercy of Christ, and not to our addictions.

Christ came to save us, but what if we came to save Christ?  We all know the inspirational poem Footprints in the Sand, where when out life is reviewed we see one set of footprints at the most difficult time when Jesus carried us through.  But what if it was our responsibility to carry Jesus?

I imagine rescuing Christ from the cross. Lowering his broken and bloodied body into my arms. “I will help you, my Lord. I will get you far from here and tend to your wounds”, I whisper to him.  As I carry Christ with me; I pass the drug dealers, the liquor store, the casino and all those other things that beckon for my momentary attention- a momentary pleasure. I slow. I stop. I consider.  Then, the weight of my Lord- the weight of my cross- is upon me.  “Move on” Christ whispers now to me, “you are stronger. You can carry me and I will carry you. Together we will make the journey.”

Most most beloved Jesus, I pray this promise to you. Do not leave me. Do not abandon me. For sometimes I am weak and I stumble. Be beside me and I cannot falter. Carry me and I shall carry you. Together we can overcome and together we can complete the journey.

Most merciful God, you ministered to all who came to you: Look now with compassion upon all who through addiction have lost their way and their faith. Restore unto them the assurance of your unfailing mercy and love.  Remove their tears and their fears, and grant them a renewed and refreshed spirit.  And make me an instrument of you help, mercy and charity.  In Christ’s name, Amen.

You are the Body of Christ~ by Father Bryan Wolf

The peace of our Lord, Jesus Christ be with you all.

For those of us within the Order of Preachers, Old Catholic- it has been an interesting and exciting new year, and we are only at the Third Sunday after the Epiphany! It has been a time of celebratory transitions, though marked with stress and sadness as well. It is curious then, that our Lectionary for this day would provide to us a valuable lesson, in which to reflect upon these recent events.

But in fact God has placed the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be. If they were all one part, where would the body be? As it is, there are many parts, but one body.
The eye cannot say to the hand, ‘I don’t need you!’ And the head cannot say to the feet, ‘I dont’t need you!’ On the contrary, those parts of the body that seem weaker are indispensable, and the parts that we think are less honorable we treat with special honor. {…} But God has put the body together, giving greater honor to the parts that lacked it, so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other. If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.
“Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it. And God has placed in the church first all the apostles, second prophets, third teachers, then miracles, then gifts of healing, of helping, of giudance and of different tounges. Are not we all apostles? All prophets? All teachers? All work miracles? All have gifts of healing? All speak in tounges? All interpret? [1 Corinthians 12:18-30]

The important lesson here, is that we all are together the Body of Christ. There is not one among us who is greater than the other. More valuable or indispensable than another. Admittedly we have our strengths and talents, as we have our weaknesses and faults as well. But together, we make each other complete.

This struggle is with us daily. In every aspect of our lives. Whether it is at home or work, or with family and friends. We all have the need to feel needed. We want to be sought for our opinions, input and counsel. We want to feel that without us, it would not have been possible. We all have desire to be a friend and it can be the rejection of that, that can cause hurt and even a lack of faith-in ourselves and even in God.

When this happens, we reflect upon our personal sacrifices- on accomplishments we thought were helpful, only to feel betrayed and discouraged when we are rebuffed and dismissed. If only we had those qualities, those strengths and assets they needed- then surely we would have been embraced.

But we do have those missing qualities. They are present in us by way of others. In those who are our family, friends and coworkers. For where one of us is weak, the others are there to raise us up. Where alone we would be afraid to stand, together we are courageous in number. A whisper of one, becomes a thunderous acclamation of all!

This is because we are all together, children of God. Do not be disheartened, for we are there to encourage. Do not feel overwhelmed, for together these burdens can be carried. Do not feel useless or unimportant, for I too need the gift you have to offer. Do not feel lost or alone, for we are walking together and all you have to do is reach for my hand.

Saint Aelred of Rievaulx, the patron saint for which I have named my parish, said it best in his work Mirror of Chairty(c.1142): “I reach out to take the hand that God reaches out for me to take. To cherish those that God calls upon me to cherish. Friend cleaving to friend in the spirit of Christ.”

For we are all children of God. Alone, we may feel insignificant and unimportant but together we are glorious creations of God! Together we are indispensable parts of the Body of Christ- and God’s heart and love beats within us.

Almighty and most merciful God. Create in me a loving spirit, so that I may rejoice and accomplish great things in your name! Let me be there to take that hand that reaches out for you, so that together we may find our way to you and not stumble. Make within us forgiving, pure and humble hearts, so that we may indeed be worthy to be- the Body of Christ Amen.

Blessed Andrew of Peschiera. C.O.P.

As a child, Andrew Grego lived on the southern shore of Lake Garda, in northern Italy. His training for a life of heroic sanctity began early, with voluntary penances and unquestioning obedience to his father. Andrew’s first desire was to be a hermit, an ambition that was met with ridicule from his brothers. Failing to realize this hope, he made for himself a severe schedule of prayer and penance, and, in his own house, lived the life of one wholly given to God.

After the death of his father, it became increasingly difficult to carry out his plan, so he resolved to enter the cloister. Although his brothers had persecuted him without mercy, he knelt and humbly begged their prayers and forgiveness for having annoyed them. Then he gave them the only possession he had, a walking-stick. This stick, thrown carelessly in a corner by the brothers, was forgotten until, long afterwards, it bloomed like the legendary rod of Saint Joseph in token of Andrew’s holiness.

The 15-year old received the Dominican habit at Brescia and then was sent to San Marco in Florence. This convent was then at its peak of glory, stamped with the saintly personalities of Saint Antoninus and the Blesseds of Lawrence of Riprafratta, Constantius, and Antony della Chiesa. Andrew’s soul caught the fire of their apostolic zeal, and set forth on his mission in the mountains of northern Italy.

Heresy and poverty had combined to draw almost this entire region from the Church. It was a country of great physical difficulties, and, in his travels in the Alps, he risked death from snowstorms and avalanches as often as from the daggers of the heretics. Nevertheless, he travelled tirelessly, preaching, teaching, and building–for his entire lifetime.

Churches, hospitals, schools, and orphanages were built under Andrew’s direction. He would retire from time to time to these convents for periods of prayer and spiritual refreshment, so that he could return with renewed courage and zeal to the difficult apostolate. He was known as “the Apostle of the Valtelline,” because of the district he evangelized.

Blessed Andrew performed many miracles. Probably his greatest miracle was his preaching, which produced such fruits in the face of great obstacles. At one time, when he was preaching to the people, the heretics presented him with a book in which they had written down their beliefs. He told them to open the book and see for themselves what their teachings amounted to. They did so, and a large viper emerged from the book.

Blessed Andrew closed a holy life by an equally holy death, and died in 1485.  He was buried in Morbegno. He had labored so long among the poor and the neglected that his place in their hearts was secured. Because of the miracles worked at his tomb, and the persistent devotion of the people, his relics were twice transferred to more suitable tombs.  He was beatified in 1820.