Weekly Reflection: Love You Harder - Anthony
As you read this take a minute to pray for those on retreat at this very moment. If you read this after the fact, or are on the retreat then thank God for an amazing weekend!
Also, not sure exactly how to go about this so I hope nobody is disappointed.
Anyway, I hope you all had a great week and I just wanted to share a little something with you guys that has really been the catalyst to my growth as a person since being at Fordham:
There is no doubt in my mind that everything happens for a reason. And when I begin thinking about all of the amazing things that God has gifted me with, it is then that I realize just how much a role he has played in my life even when I didn’t feel his presence. The latest thing meant to be, was being assigned to lead Cor. The entire theme of Cor being love could not have encouraged me to tackle the one thing that I have the hardest time wrapping my head around. Love is something I recently realized is a very, very sensitive gift to grapple with. It has put me on cloud 9, but it has also taken me to the 9th circle of hell. Love comes in many forms, whether it be from your parents, siblings, friends, teachers, activities, or be it self love. What I have struggle with my entire life is learning how to love myself. And most recently, with help, I have realized that I suffer from a neglect of love from the people who are suppose to provide it unconditionally, my parents. For those of you who may not know my parents divorced when I was 12 and I went from one sibling to being the oldest of ten in what felt like overnight. For many years it is something that I refused to accept because I did not want to make it a big deal. But when I began to struggle here at Fordham I realized that my parent’s divorce is everything that I am and everything that I am not. Now, without getting too into it, the point is this: love can teach you many things, and it can also bring you agonizing pain; however, love is all around us and when you fail to feel, see it, or accept it, you can find it so many other places especially in God. And even you feel like you may not deserve His life, he will continue to love you and love you harder.
This all stems from my realization that I have been suffering from a broken heart for nearly nine years. Most people get this from significant others, but mine comes from the neglect of my parents. Since coming to college I have also felt the pains of the rejection of significant others and it became nearly too much too handle. Believe it or not, you guys, this school, and God saved me. That being said, I am sorry if this seems like a story but it literally consumes every fiber of my being and all I can do is try and learn from it and I think that because of all of the lessons I have learned that I am better for them.
To apply it more generally, these ill feelings come and go in all shapes and forms. We all feel down at times and I pray that it never becomes too much for any one to handle. Continue to nourish the love you already have while creating new love every where you go. It is the key to moving forward and the key to amazing relationships with God. I love you all!!
Again, this is a very specific example, but broken hearts can come from anything: rejection, loved ones, events, disappointments, etc. With the constant question about what’s next after college, esp. for seniors, ups and downs will come and as we try and plan the next chapter of our lives. But we can overcome anything with the amazing love from everything and everybody around us.
“The heart that breaks open can contain the whole universe.”
― Joanna Macy
Weekly Reflection: Short, Careful Steps - Lianna
“The simplest and most practical lesson I know…is to resolve to be good today, but better tomorrow. Let us take one day only in hands, at a time, merely making a resolve for tomorrow, thus we may hope to get on taking short, careful steps, not great strides” -Catherine McAuley
Hello Dear Friends!
I went to both a Mercy Catholic grade school and high school, which means they were established and run by the Sisters of Mercy. The Sisters of Mercy were founded by a woman named Catherine McAuley; and C-Mac was basically our version of St. Ignatius of Loyola. We all knew her story, her quotes, her prayers, and her nicknames (which were mainly established by the students at my high school..Kitty, C-Mac, Cath…)
She was a tremendously impressive and compassionate woman, and I have been thinking a lot about how I used to know so much her and how she used to be such a source of inspiration. I decided to go back and re-look at some of her quotes, and this one at the top of the email stuck out to me.
Especially now that I am in my senior year, I feel like “great strides” is the pretty common pace. Should I get an internship next semester? Should I start preparing for the MCAT next month? What am I doing during my gap year? Oh my gosh- I forgot to have lunch!
Sometimes I am so winded by trying to take these great strides, that I miss everything I pass by. I realize, though, that at the end of the day…sure, I want to be successful, I wouldn’t hate it if I eventually could enter the medical field…but more than anything I want to be a good person. I want to be a person who is fully present while asking “how are you?”. I want to remember that my life has started- I am living it NOW- I am not waiting for it start (which is a mindset I do sometimes have). To do all this, I believe “short, careful” steps is the best pace there is.
I encourage everyone, for just a part of the day, take some short, careful steps and notice the world around you. Focus on today- where you are right at that moment, and be present.
I love you all, and I thank my angels every day that I have been blessed with such a wonderfully supportive and hilarious group of people. I attached Catherine McAuley’s Suscipe at the bottom of this just in case it serves fruitful in your prayer.
With all my love,
My God, I am yours for time and eternity.
Teach me to cast myself entirely
into the arms of your loving Providence
with a lively, unlimited confidence in your compassionate, tender pity. Grant, O most merciful Redeemer,
That whatever you ordain or permit may be acceptable to me.
Take from my heart all painful anxiety;
let nothing sadden me but sin,
nothing delight me but the hope of coming to the possession of You my God and my all, in your everlasting kingdom.
Weekly Reflection: Empty All Oneself of Self - John
Dear fellow leaders,
“If one could empty all oneself of self
Like to a shell disinhabited,
Then He might find thee on the Ocean shelf,
And say — “This is not dead,” —
And fill thee with Himself instead.
But thou art all replete with very thou,
And hast such shrewd activity,
That, when He comes, He says —
"This is enough Unto itself —
'Twere better let it be:
It is so small and full, there is no room for Me.”
-Thomas Edward Brown
When I first read this poem it took me a long time before I understood it. The repeated thees and thous did not help, but I think what I most struggled with was the idea that I could shut God out and that God passed by the shrewd and self-satisfied shell so easily. If God loves humans, why would God give up on us so easily?
One of my high school teacher’s favorite Bible passages was Proverbs 16: 1-2:
“1The plans of the mind belong to mortals, but the answer of the tongue is from God. 2All one’s ways may be pure in one own eyes, but the Lord weighs the spirit.”
In other words, humans often create, formulate and design their lives to fit their image of a good life, but without an awareness of God, we can be deluded. I think the poem and Proverbs are both reminders that despite all our shrewd activity, it is valuable to empty oneself of self from time to time and humbly become aware that there is a lot we don’t understand. It is not so much that God doesn’t love us, but more that we prevent ourselves from adopting the humility we need to approach God.
I’m sorry if this was too much like a sermon, but I hope it was helpful to at least a few people!
Weekly Reflection: Fordham’s Beautiful Music - Julianne
Okay, so, I am a fan of nothing if not dramatic timing. Originally, I was going to send out this last reflection yesterday morning, before graduation. That proved totally impossible, because even though I woke up at 6:30, I was still running around like a lunatic trying to get everything all done. So I’m writing it now. It’s a little lengthy, because…me. It’s time to reflect on graduating from one of my favorite places on earth.
So, yesterday. Graduation Day. I walked onto Eddie’s an undergrad student and walked away a graduate. The Dean mispronounced my name (Julianna), I brought a bagel in my bag and was extremely grateful I did, Dean Latham and I had to hold hands for a bit because the photographer got held up, and I gained a beautiful sunburn on half of my forehead. All in all, it went just as I expected it to, and these strange little happenings contributed to an overall excellent experience. In the month or so leading up to yesterday morning, and especially this past week, there’s been a lot of time for reflection and looking back. I felt so much the weight of my experiences here, how they’ve shaped me, how much I have learned, and how much God has blessed me with as I stood on Keating steps waiting to receive my diploma. I definitely thought I was going to cry at some point yesterday. Or some point today. Or, most likely, when I was going to sleep and wasn’t at Fordham anymore. The weird thing is, I didn’t. It’s weird to leave, yes, and a real adjustment that I won’t be a max ten minute walk from some of the most important people in my life, but I’m not sad like I thought I’d be. Here’s why:
A couple of weeks ago (maybe?) I went to the last Keating Steps concert. It was great, and lovely, and obviously the music was fantastic, but so was the energy. Huddled in with everyone supporting their friends, and watching the security van totally approve of what was going on as it rolled on by to investigate, it was easy to feel the love of the Fordham community. Because I had tests and papers and things, I left before the concert was over. As I walked away, The Keating Steps continued playing, and everything was still very much in full swing. I could hear the singing, the clapping, the cheering so clearly as I left—even clearer than I could hear it when I was actually there, strangely enough. As music is wont to do, it made me think, because sometimes college is nothing if not cliche. What it made me think was this: sometimes walking away from something before it’s finished feels weird, or bad, or like you should have stayed, but walking away and hearing the music grow fainter and fainter just made me feel satisfied. Even when I got as far as Salice and couldn’t hear it anymore, I was pretty sure the music was still going. And I knew that even when that concert stopped, there’d always be someone else to play sooner or later. Soon, I thought, I’d be walking away from Fordham University while there’s still so much love and happiness being created here by people I care very much about. And yes, maybe I was (and still am) anxious about making the transition, navigating the changing relationships, and like…making money, instead of making me sad, this thought made me sentimental, grateful, proud, and hopeful. It still does, even now that graduation has happened.
I love our school, and all the singing, the clapping, the cheering—the beautiful music that is this community—will keep on playing for a long time after I go, and that knowledge will be in my heart, even if I go far away. It will live there like a little sun, and I will forever be brighter and warmer having spent my time at Fordham. Knowing what incredible music everyone is still making, both at Fordham and beyond it, after I’ve graduated only intensifies the feeling, only makes me more proud, and only makes me more full of love. I cannot thank this team enough for what you all have given me, and I cannot thank God enough for sending me to Fordham to meet you. I can’t wait to hear the music you’ll create, whether you’re still at Fordham or you graduated with me yesterday. Go Rams.
Love you guys,
Fat Tuesday - Angela
Today, I had a friend over for lunch – just some grilled cheeses and tomato soup. Not the most extravagant of Fat Tuesday meals, but the company was the important part, and something that I think is worth celebrating on Fat Tuesday – the privilege of friendship and companionship.
In considering and speaking about what I may give up for Lent this year, I have been thinking in less materialistic ways than usual – I have been thinking about the idea of emotional fasting, and wondering how such an endeavor could play a role in the self-reflection and preparation of Lent. While I have had thoughts along these lines at other times, I think it is because of highly publicized events in the international sphere that these thoughts have resurfaced this Fat Tuesday.
Currently, it is uncertain just how alone those in Ukraine, bracing themselves for Russian invasion, will be. Will another nation come to their aid, or will they be left, severely outnumbered, to handle Russian forces themselves? Regardless of the political pros and cons for any country considering direct involvement in the region, the unfolding situation has caused me to really think about the emotional and spiritual joys that are rarely considered when I decide what to give up for Lent. From my limited understanding of Jesus’ forty days in the desert, his isolation was a necessary step in his preparations for performing public ministry.
I have many questions about why we give things up for Lent and have heard many different answers – to share in Jesus’ suffering, to show gratitude and humility for Jesus’ own sacrifice, to prepare our hearts for his resurrection – the list is a long one. And many times, I find others and myself picking things that are “bad” for us to give up, thus hoping to benefit ourselves as well. Sure I may love sugar, not going to the gym, sleeping in, getting seconds at my meals, etc. – but giving up these things during Lent may help me accomplish goals I already have – losing weight, being healthier, being more well rested. And I do not think there is anything wrong with benefitting from sacrifice. But is there some way in which these types of Lenten promises keep us from really understanding the sacrifice Jesus made, not only alone in the desert for forty days, but to climb to the cross and to take every else’s sins entirely onto his own shoulders?
It is difficult to put these thoughts into words, but as I look back on my Fat Tuesday lunch with my friend, I wonder if some form of Lenten promise regarding relationships with others would help me better understand Jesus’ real sacrifice, and the emotions that may be felt by those in many places around the world, both on a national scale like in Ukraine or North Korea, and on a personal scale, like those at Fordham (or anywhere) who feel they lack human connection in their lives.
Would doing so be self-destructive – to say, for instance, that I will spend more evenings n self reflection than hanging out with friends? If so, is a little bit of self destruction or self sacrifice perhaps not a bad thing? Would it help me to be more ready for “public ministry,” or for being a true friend, after the 40 days are over, like it did for Jesus? Would it help me to know a form of sacrifice – real isolation from others – that he took on, and that many others have thrust upon them because of where they live?
We Cannot Do Everything - Clare
Recently I reflected on this poem with my Global Outreach team. The words really hit home for our team
and how we are going to attempt to approach our time of service abroad in Guatemala. Our team has been
talking more and more about how we can change our mindset from one of “We’re here to fix a problem in this
community,” to “We’re here to learn something from this community.” This poem altered the way I think about
service work, and I think that the idea of our role as the workers, planting “the seeds that one day will grow,” is
a beautiful way of embracing the limitations yet the incredible importance of service.
I particularly love the line, “We cannot do everything, and there is a sense of liberation in realizing this.” It is
not only applicable to doing service, but to our everyday lives. I personally have a hard time accepting the fact
that I cannot do everything, and it is hard for me to admit that I can’t do something. However in looking at my
limitations as bringing a sense of inner freedom rather than a sense of failure, I feel that I can give myself more
room to grow.
A Future Not Our Own (words attributed to Oscar Romero)
It helps now and then to step back and take a long view.
beyond our vision.
We accomplish in our lifetime only a fraction
do is complete, which is another way of
says all that could be said.
pastoral visit brings wholeness.
objectives include everything.
This is what we are about. We plant the seeds that one
knowing that they hold future promise.
yeast that produces effects
We cannot do everything, and there is a sense of
something, and to do it very well.
opportunity for the Lord’s
difference between the master builder and the worker.
We are workers, not master builders, ministers, not
The Kingdom is not only beyond our efforts,
of the magnificent enterprise that is God’s work.
saying that the kingdom always lies beyond us.
No prayer fully expresses our faith. No confession
No program accomplishes the Church’s mission.
brings perfection, no
No set of goals and
day will grow. We water the seeds already planted
We lay foundations that will need further development.
far beyond our capabilities.
liberation in realizing this.
This enables us to do
a step along the way, an
It may be incomplete, but it is a beginning,
grace to enter and do the rest.
We may never see the end results, but that is
messiahs. We are prophets of a future not our own.
Weekly Reflection: Teach Me How to Trust My Heart - Alyssa
Hey team! A member of my GO! team brought this to reflection last week, and I’ve been thinking about it a lot. It’s a Lakota prayer:
Great Mystery, teach me how to trust my heart,
my mind, my intuition, my inner knowing, the senses of my body, the blessings of my sprit.
Teach me to trust these things
so that I may enter my Sacred Space
and love beyond my fear, and thus Walk in Balance
with the passing of each glorious sun.
Last weekend was amazing. My GO! retreat was perfect. I’d gone home for Dad’s birthday, spent time with my parents and BOTH my brothers (a rare occurrence now that Ben’s in college too), hung out with the guy I’m in a relationship with, played with my cats, had a Skype interview for JVC with people I immediately clicked with at a placement that I’m really pumped about.
And then, a weird, out-of-the-blue crisis hit. Mom dropped me off at the train station on Monday so I could head back to Fordham for my weekly GO! Board meeting. I sat down on the train expecting to feel excited for the meeting later that day. Instead, I started to cry. I am not a public crier (the fact that I’m even writing this is evidence of how much I trust this community). I was embarrassed by the fact that I was crying, and confused about why I was crying in the first place.
I thought back on my weekend—a weekend that had made me really happy—to look for answers. I second-guessed relationships, involvement at Fordham, post-grad plans… I finally stopped thinking, started breathing, and just sat with God for the rest of the train ride, but I spent the rest of the day in a funk.
On Tuesday, a team member brought the Lakota Prayer for reflection. In that reflection, I realized: I don’t trust myself. In my prayer this week, I’ve figured out that my instincts are a lot more accurate than I let myself believe. I psych myself out at the slimmest shadow of doubt—no, that boy doesn’t like you, no, that placement isn’t going to hire you, etc.; you’re seeing what you want, not what’s there—rather than putting my trust in my own God-given “inner knowing.”
Again, I haven’t figured out where those tears came from last week, and I don’t trust myself. But I’ve got a starting point now, and a Lakota prayer saved as a constant reminder on a sticky note on my laptop. I have direction.
I hope that you all can find some insight in this prayer, that it speaks to each of you in whatever way you need it this week.
And, ladies and gentlemen, my positive gut instinct about the JVC placement was correct. I’M GOING TO CLEVELAND!
Much love to you all,
Weekly Reflection: Ubuntu - Mary Frances
Hi, everyone! I hope everyone’s spring semester has been wonderful so far- I am missing all of you very much!
Here in South Africa, I am exposed to an extremely diverse community. With 11 official languages and various tribes, this diversity is unlike anything I have ever experienced before. I have met men with multiple wives, students who have encountered witchcraft, and races I never even knew existed. Being here has only confirmed that humans have the capacity to experience life in so many different ways.
Reflecting on this reminded me about the greatness of life and how it allows people to grow in completely different ways, which made me cherish all the beautiful and unique qualities that our retreat team brings to the table. As opposed to attempting to conform to certain lifestyles to be perceived in certain ways, you embrace your you-ness. In fact, you even search for ways, such as reflection and retreat, to further grow into yourselves.
Right now, I am sure it is overwhelming going through the team selection process. I wish I could be more present full of it, but please know that I am thinking about you all and praying for you. Just remember that there is a reason why you were put on the retreat team. There is a reason why other people will be put on the retreat team, and other people won’t. It is only part of the journey of getting to know yourself. Keep on embracing your you-ness, and embracing other’s otherness as well!
This idea of celebrating yourself and what it means to be yourself in a community (in our case, the retreat team) I would like to share a Desmond Tutu quote about Ubuntu, the philosophy that my program is named after. It is as followed:
“Ubuntu […] speaks of the very essence of being human. [We] say […] “Hey, so-and-so has ubuntu.” Then you are generous, you are hospitable, you are friendly and caring and compassionate. You share what you have. It is to say, “My humanity is caught up, is inextricably bound up, in yours.” We belong in a bundle of life. We say, “A person is a person through other persons.”
[…] A person with ubuntu is open and available to others, affirming of others, does not feel threatened that others are able and good, for he or she has a proper self-assurance that comes from knowing that he or she belongs in a greater whole and is diminished when others are humiliated or diminished, when others are tortured or oppressed, or treated as if they were less than who they are.”
I hope this quote and reflection finds you well! Thanks for reading :D
Weekly Reflection: Beautiful Simplicity - Meg
Hi lovely people!
I want to share a little reflection for this week.
This has been an incredibly crazy week for me. After spring break, I I’ve had a big overhaul in my plans for after graduation and it really rattled my faith in God and his timing. I’ve been drowning in applications and difficult money conversations as I plan my next steps, and this week I was struggling to find a balance and find peace.
At just the right moment, however, I saw this quote on facebook (it is from God’s perspective):
"Stop trying to work things out before their times have come. Accept the limitations of living one day at a time. When something comes to your attention, ask Me whether or not it is part of today’s agenda. If it isn’t release it into My care and go on about today’s duties. When you follow this practice, there will be a beautiful simplicity about your life: a time for everything, and everything in its time."
Sit with this quote and see how God wants to bring you life and freedom this week. He is in a good mood :)
Weekly Reflection: Christ Within Me - Tommy
Top o’ the evening to ya!
I apologize in advance that this is a VERY long reflection, but this is something that’s been on my mind all day today.
Technically this Thursday is the first day of spring. Technically. The “winter on steroids” of 2014 just will not seem to go down easily, but spring should be here very soon. The warmer weather and longer days of springtime always bring the beginning of spring cleaning at my house. After months of shoveling out and thawing out, it will soon be time to wash the cars, clean the yard, clean out the shed, power wash the house, and tackle the garage. (Oh boy the garage……..) Meanwhile the flowers pop up, the grass gets greener, the trees begin to bloom, and the birds return from their winter vacation down south. Springtime ushers in cleanup of the house and renewal of nature. Lent fits very well into this springtime context: Lent is a cleanup and renewal of our soul and our relationship with God.
This Saturday I attended a Catholic men’s conference in New Jersey, where the theme of the day was “be not afraid.” Father Larry Richards, a speaker at the conference, told all of us who were in attendance very bluntly and very loudly, “DON’T BE A WIMP! Be a man who is not afraid to love and not afraid to pray!” In what was a very powerful talk, Father Larry repeatedly echoed a motto: ”No Bible, no breakfast. No Bible, no bed.” Father Larry spoke very candidly about how impactful it would be to bookend every day with the Word of God by reading and praying with the Bible before we eat breakfast and before we go to sleep. I knew immediately that I definitely don’t read the Bible enough, so I decided to give Father Larry’s motto a shot.
This morning, I picked up my Bible and randomly opened up to the Book of Haggai. Immediately I thought, “The book ofwhat??? Hagrid? Hogwarts? Who the heck is Haggai? Is this even a book? Do I have the right Bible? What is this?” I felt pretty dopey that I had never heard of the Book of Haggai, and didn’t even know that this existed. I was hoping to open my Bible up to something interesting in a Gospel or maybe a good Psalm or two - but Haggai?! Come on! I reluctantly decided that maybe something was here that I needed to read, so I gave it a shot.
**A little background info that I learned about Haggai: This (very short) book takes place just after the Israelites returned from exile in Babylonia. The Israelites were feeling a bit down in the dumps after they went through miserable years in Babylonia and put up with all kinds of bologna from the annoying Samaritans. The Israelites had a pretty pessimistic, Eeyore-type attitude, and felt very unmotivated to start rebuilding God’s Temple in Jerusalem. That’s when the prophet Haggai comes in to tell the Israelites it’s time to wake up, snap out of it, and start working to rebuild God’s Temple.**
Have a look at Haggai 1. (Chapter 1 is very short, but especially focus on verses 2-6 and 14.)
I can totally relate to the Israelites here - classic procrastination: “The time has not yet come to rebuild the Lord’s house.” Rebuilding the entire Temple is a very daunting task, so, naturally, people would be inclined to procrastinate. (At least there is some comfort in knowing that procrastination existed 2500 years before the days of Netflix!) But God speaks to the Israelites through the prophet Haggai to give them a wake-up call: “Are you really going to keep living with all these distractions as your top priorities while my house remains in ruins? I mean, think about it. You have planted much, but harvested little. You eat, but never have enough. You drink, but never have your fill. You put on clothes, but are not warm. You earn wages, only to put them in a purse with holes in it. There’s something more that you’re missing.” Notice there’s something that all the ‘distractions’ that God lists here have in common - they are all essentials! Food, water, clothes, wages - man, the Old Testament God must be pretty harsh to be upset with the Israelites for using those things - I mean you need all of those to survive!! What the heck?! But God seems to be pretty insistent that none of those things really matter if the Israelites don’t rebuild God’s Temple first. God is hinting to the Israelites that none of those necessities should actually be their top priority because none of those things will ever be as fulfilling to the Israelites as rebuilding God’s Temple will be. The procrastinating Israelites would go through some difficult times before they finally realized that they really needed to rebuild God’s Temple. When the Israelites were at their lowest point, God reminded them that He is with them. That’s when they finally allowed themselves to be open to the Holy Spirit to rebuild God’s Temple.
SO… here’s something crazy that I reflected on after reading chapter 1 of Haggai. The “house” written in the passage is not just talking about the Temple of Jerusalem - it’s me, it’s you, it’s everyone! St. Paul tells us in Corinthians that we are all the “temples of the Holy Spirit” - we are God’s houses (literally, every time we receive Communion). God wasn’t just calling the Israelites to rebuild the Temple in Jerusalem 2500 years ago; He’s calling to each one of us to “rebuild” our relationship with Him this Lent - today. We all have extremely important priorities in our lives - our families, friends, home, school, work, food, water, clothing, money, etc. - but none of those things will really bring us any kind of fulfillment if we are not actively working to build our relationship with God through each of those things. Like the Israelites, I so often forget so easily that now is the time to build my relationship with God - not just once a week during Sunday Mass, or a few times a semester on retreat - right now is the time to keep building my relationship with God. Haggai tells a story of keeping our priorities in order. It’s keeping - not abandoning - our priorities, but keeping our relationship with God at the top of the list. If what St. Ignatius says is true, and God really is in all things, then we can appreciate every aspect of our lives in such a way that they are not distractions, but rather, make us closer and stronger in our relationships with God. We can build this house this Lent by inviting Christ into every aspect of our lives: our families, friends, home, school, work, food, water, clothing, money, and of course, prayer. All we have to do is just open ourselves up to the Holy Spirit to work through us - something I struggle to do all the time. St. Patrick puts it beautifully:
"Christ be with me, Christ within me, Christ behind me, Christ before me, Christ beside me, Christ to win me, Christ to comfort and restore me. Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ in quiet, Christ in danger, Christ in hearts of all that love me, Christ in mouth of friend and stranger."
Our relationship with God is a house, and many houses make the Kingdom of God. We can start building and rebuilding this kingdom this Lent by strengthening our own relationships with God - and it can all begin with some simple prayer.
I like Father Larry’s idea of “No Bible, no breakfast. No Bible, no bed.” It sounded silly at first, but I’m going to stick with it. I invite you to try it out too!
I really salute you if you read all the way to the end, because I was DEFINITELY extremely long-winded. Sorry about that!! In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I thought it would be fantastic to close this reflection with a song by a band from Ireland. So here is “Build Your Kingdom Here” by Rend Collective Experiment. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbdJXKqVgtg
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, and enjoy spring break!
Weekly Reflection: Light, Darkness, and Seeing - Mike
As some of you may know, one of my favorite books in the bible is the Book of Job. The themes of human suffering, wisdom, our relationship with God, and light and darkness really fascinate me. I think these themes are especially relevant during the season of Lent.
To briefly summarize the Book of Job (you can skip this paragraph if you’ve read the Book of Job), Job is an upstanding man that loves God and is very blessed with a family, land, animals, etc. Ha-Satan then tells God that Job is only faithful because of all the things he has. So God allows Ha-Satan to take all Job has but his health and Job remains faithful. Ha-Satan then tells God that once he takes Job’s health Job will no longer be faithful. God then allows Ha-Satan to inflict sores and the like on Job and Job’s three friends and wife now come to him to tell him to repent. Job does not speak out against God but then starting in chapter 3 there is a sudden transition and Job curses the day he was born. Throughout the rest of the Book of Job, each of Job’s three friends speak to Job and tell him that they will teach him wisdom and that he should repent. After each friend speaks Job replies. At the end of the Book of Job, God finally answers Job, Job then responds to God, Job is humbled and satisfied, Job’s friends are humiliated because their wisdom was false, and Job is restored.
Light, Darkness, and Seeing
What I noticed most when I read the Book of Job again recently was the theme of light and darkness and seeing. Something that I can relate to at this time is how Job feels like God is distant from him. He says in Job 23:8-9, “If I go forward, he is not there: or backward, I cannot perceive him; on the left he hides, and I cannot behold him; I turn to the right, but I cannot see him.” At the same time however, Job feels that God will not leave him alone or take him out of the focus. In Job 7:17-19, he says, “What are human beings, that you make so much of them, that you set your mind on them, visit them every morning, test them every moment? Will you not look away from me for a while…?” I think in these parts Job deals with things that many people deal with today: Where is God in all of this and in my life? How can I find God working in my life when I feel like God is so distant? Why is there human suffering? Etc.
Job often plays with the idea of light and darkness in answering the so-called wisdom, a false wisdom that seems to exist still to this day, of his three friends, Eliphaz, Bildad, and Zophar. Their wisdom consists mainly of looking to the past for wisdom, that bad occurrences or fortunes in one’s life are a sign that one has sinned against God, and that they can speak for God. Job shows that this is a false sense of wisdom and that it is unclear why bad things happen to good people and how the light is not so easily distinguishable from the darkness.
During Lent we often hear the idea that we are in darkness waiting for the light that comes when Christ rises on Easter. In Job17:12, Job questions the notion of how “the light…is near to the darkness.” I often feel, like Job, it is not easy to distinguish the light from the darkness in my own faith and in my own Lenten fasting and reflection. Rather, I feel I am mostly situated in the gray area, the shadow that exists between the dark, and the source of light. For me, at times it’s easier to see or experience the light of God, just like how a shadow can vanish or become smaller. While in other times there can be the complete darkness of feeling distant from God like the dark of night or where the shadow becomes much larger. Unlike Job’s friends beliefs, the light may not always seem near to darkness and the darkness may not always seem near to the light.
Some Questions for Reflection:
- In your own relationship with God, is the light easily distinguishable from the darkness? How so? Why not?
- What have been times when you have felt you were in the gray area or the shadows in your faith journey?
- How does the theme of light and darkness play in your own Lenten fasting and reflection?
Sorry that was a bit long but I hope it may be fruitful to your own reflection. I have attached my attempt at a poem that I wrote about Job for my Old Testament class if you’d like to read it. I also attached this beautiful painting that comes from a series of paintings I love that depict scenes from the Book of Job. This specific scene depicts when Job is finally answered by God in chapter 38 through a whirlwind.
Blameless and upright
Job, Yahweh’s delight
Skin for skin
Ha-Satan’s plan for Job’s sin
Take, take, take, and take
Death becomes a rake
Animals, servants, and progeny fall
Nothing left but a man standing tall
Ha-Satan strikes once more
Job’s body inflicted by loathsome sore
Faithful he may still be
That is until chapter three
A wife and three friends that tell him to repent
Psalm 1 describes his signs as a life wickedly spent
Unhappy despite not following the four sinners’ imposition
Job’s frustration and stubbornness become his ammunition
Physical signs as a tell
Challenges to society’s notion of a grace that fell
An attempt to know Yahweh and how He acts
Society’s measures naïve tracts
Yahweh gives, Yahweh takes, blessed be Yahweh’s name
But who in this story of life is to blame?
Some say it’s all just a test
At the heart a larger story of love, life, and quest