Monthly Archives: October 2016

Forget “Quid Pro Quo”

Monday of Week 31 in Ordinary Time (Year II)
Philippians 2:1-4 | Psalm 130(131) | Luke 14:12-14


Today’s reading and Gospel share a common message: “be humble, take care of your neighbor’s interests before yours, without expecting anything in return”.

Which isn’t to say you won’t gain any benefits, just that it’s not the reason to offer a helping hand.

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Yesterday, my wife and I visited one of her brothers-in-law. I knew he had been suffering from Parkinson’s disease for a long time, but nothing prepared me for the sight of a formerly robust and cheerful man reduced to a miserable half-sized husk after almost 20 years of neural degeneration.

So we did the only thing we could do: massage his limbs, then pray over him, asking the Lord to give him a little more each day:

a little more physical strength to withstand the crushing force of gravity,

a little more mental strength to withstand the crushing force of despair,

a little more motor control to let him shift himself in his chair,

a little more clarity of mind to let him recognize and communicate with his children and young grandson,

a little more wholeness of mind and body to relieve some of the backbreaking burden on his long-suffering wife.

What did I get out of it? Surprisingly, renewed hope for a miraculous recovery. Seeing the etched lines on his wife’s face, her salt-and-pepper hair and a general air of fatigue and hopelessness, just kicked off something in me, a quiet certainty that “you can heal both of them, Lord, if it be Your will”.

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Do you have friends or relatives who are similarly crippled in body and/or mind? Have you visited them recently, spent some time with them, tried to help in any way? How did you feel after that?

Tired but hopeful, like me? I hope so.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name,
and thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Amen.

Running Towards The Lord

31st Sunday in Ordinary Time (Year C)
Wisdom 11:22-12:2 | Psalm 144(145):1-2,8-11,13b-14 | 2 Thessalonians 1:11-2:2  | Luke 19:1-10


The Gospel story of Zacchaeus is both refreshing and disturbing. We read with amusement about a grown man who displays youthful enthusiasm, climbs a large tree to get a good view of the Lord, then makes brash promises of generosity and compensation, like a child who doesn’t yet have a good grasp of the value of money.

Then the homilist at today’s mass inevitably asks, “How about us? Why don’t we follow Zacchaeus’ example?” Our instant reaction: “You’re joking, right? I’m too old for this tree-climbing crap, and besides, I’m not that rich, so I can’t afford to give half my wealth away!” And the lesson of Zacchaeus is instantly purged from our minds, never to bother us again.

Until possibly tonight, when we suddenly hear God say:

“Fool! This very night the demand will be made for your soul; and this hoard of yours, whose will it be then?” (Luke 12:20)

Uh oh.

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As every regular runner knows, you don’t go from couch potato to marathoner overnight. You start by getting off the couch, then brisk-walk a bit, then a bit more. Gradually, you build up enough stamina to jog a bit, then a bit more. Before you know it, the miles are flying by, but it all starts with wanting to run.

The same goes for improving our spiritual selves; trying to leap from sinner to saint in a single bound is just asking for failure and discouragement. Instead, perhaps we can start by waking up with a short prayer, “Lord, thank you for this day, and everything that will be in it. Amen.” Then go to sleep with another short prayer, “Lord, thank you for this day, and everything that was in it. Amen.”

Then as we get used to saying short prayers regularly, we could add a weekly rosary. Then the rosary could become bi-weekly, then every other day, then daily.

Then we can start adding quiet reflections about the week that went by, then bi-weekly, then every other day, then daily.

Gradually stir in scripture reading, helping others, etc. so forth, but it all starts with wanting to be close to God.

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One oft-forgotten trick to getting good at running, both physically and spiritually, is to run with a friend. As a good running partner helps set a reasonable pace and urge us to keep to it, so a good partner on our faith “run” helps set a reasonable rate of spiritual development, and keeps us honest.

Just as important is our ability to return the favour; it’s a mutual support arrangement, after all.

So if you’re looking for a partner to train for the Living Saintly Marathon, drop me a message in the comments section and we’ll work something out.

And before we know it, we’ll be running towards Jesus in love and joy and righteousness…and with almost no conscious effort.

Christ is coming, brothers and sisters. Time to get spiritually fit enough to climb that tree of faith for a good vantage point.

Amen.

My Lord and My God, In Life and In Death

Saturday of Week 30 in Ordinary Time (Year II)
Philippians 1:18-26 | Psalm 41(42):2-3,5 | Luke 14:1,7-11


My one hope and trust is that I shall never have to admit defeat, but that now as always I shall have the courage for Christ to be glorified in my body, whether by my life or by my death. (Philippians 1:20)

St. Paul wrote his letter to the Philippians while in prison and awaiting trial, and the letter reveals that he had a fair expectation of losing his life. Clearly, he wasn’t too perturbed by that possibility; in today’s reading, he confesses to be torn between going to his death and meeting Christ sooner, and staying alive to continue his work of conversion.

I’d like to say that I’d feel the same way if God called me home tonight, but to be brutally honest, I’d be quite worried about all the things I’ve left half-done.

And if I’m invited to martyrdom some day in my travels, I’m not sure how I’d react.

Still, it’s a timely reminder, given all the uncertainty in the world today, that we should always take courage in the Lord,

and know that He is always beside us,

and receive all the blessings He’s waiting to bestow by just taking the time to acknowledge His presence in daily prayer,

and let Him take the driver’s seat in our lives, guiding us to holiness and love for all.

This way, we will never lose hope,

never lose our way,

never lose to the Evil One.

Not even on our last mortal day.

Take my life and let it be
consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days,
let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take My Life And Let It Be, Frances Havergal (1874)

Amen.

(This is probably not the arrangement you’re used to.)

Don’t Be a Stranger, Y’All!

Saints Simon and Jude, Apostles
Ephesians 2:19-22 | Psalm 18(19):2-5 | Luke 6:12-16


You are no longer aliens or foreign visitors: you are citizens like all the saints, and part of God’s household. (Ephesians 2:19)

(Thanks and credit to Teresa Hoe for today’s photos.)

For each of the past few years, I’ve traveled with varied groups of pilgrims to different destinations: the Holy Land, Turkey, Greece, Spain, the UK, etc. Each year, I’d meet a few familiar faces and a slew of strangers.

Inevitably, we’d all be confused and a little on edge for the first few days, surrounded by strange stuff and unfamiliar people.

Who are you? Who am I? What are we doing here?

Who are you? Who am I? What are we doing here?

But as time passes, and with each communal meal…

Hungry lah, no time for photos!

Hungry lah, no time for photos!

and sufficient alcoholic lubricant…

Oh yeah, four pints should do it...but one more couldn't hurt.

Oh yeah, four pints should do it…but one more couldn’t hurt.

we begin to get comfortable with each other…

Wah, so COLD! Quick, squeeze together and share body heat!

Wah, so COLD! Quick, squeeze together and share body heat!

and loosen up a little…

Why is everyone looking up? Trying to prank me, is it?

Why is everyone looking up? Trying to prank me, is it?

OW! Who put that thumbtack on my seat?!?!

and finally become more-or-less one.

Hey, where's the bus?!?!

Hey, where’s the bus?!?!

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Our progress through life is largely the same: We meet new people along the way, become friends with some, get ticked off by others. We get to know each others’ strengths and foibles, and in some cases might wish we’d never crossed paths.

But in faith we are one, and so despite our grievances and reservations, we journey in the same direction, towards God and His kingdom.

We try on the cloak of patience with people who try our patience.

We help those who have trouble helping themselves.

We support each other as we each become supports in God’s holy temple.

As every structure is aligned on him, all grow into one holy temple in the Lord; and you too, in him, are being built into a house where God lives, in the Spirit. (Ephesians 2:21-22)

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When I started this blog just over a year ago, I took the slogan “Traveling with the Lord (and a crappy camera)” literally, intending it as living documentation of my travels abroad. As you can probably tell from the last few hundred entries, I don’t take the “traveling” part literally any more.

Each day, I take a few more steps along the Camino de Dios1, and journal my progress along the way. Please say a little prayer for my safe and faithful journey, as I say a little prayer for all of you along the way.

Lord, I’m coming home to You. I don’t know how long it’ll take, nor how many pits I’ll fall into along the way, but with Your love and protection, I’ll stay the course, fight the good fight against the Evil One, and bring along as many companions as I can. Help me never lose hope, for it is You whom my heart longs. Amen.

“War! We’re Going To War!”

Thursday of Week 30 in Ordinary Time (Year II)
Ephesians 6:10-20 | Psalm 143:1-2,9-10 | Luke 13:31-35


The militaristic tone that St. Paul adopts in today’s reading reminds me of our visit to St. Patrick’s Cathedral in Dublin, Ireland, at the start of our UK Catholic tour. There, I was introduced to the tradition of memorialising war heroes, with numerous monuments to officers who fell in battle, and combat unit flags flown high, deliberately left to degrade and unravel over time in homage to the regiments of old soldiers who “never die, they just fade away”.

But as modern man tired of worldwide conflict, a different monument sprang up within the cathedral to offset the glorification of war: the Tree of Remembrance.

Monuments to heroes, flags of regimental honour…and a stripped steel tree to remind us of the cost of secular war.

As the official cathedral website describes the juxtaposition:

Many of the monuments in the building represent those whose families have paid to have their relative remembered. These monuments represent a time when war was often glamorised and death through conflict described as “glorious.”

Today, St. Patrick’s Cathedral takes a very different view of remembrance. Death in wartime is solemnly remembered as a tragic loss of life. Remembrance must be inclusive rather than exclusive. All those who have been affected by violence or conflict are today remembered in the Cathedral.

The Tree of Remembrance was erected in the North Transept of the Cathedral. The monument uses a simple, neutral symbol of nature – the tree. However, the tree has been broken and destroyed by war and is made, not from natural materials, but from steel. This is intended to reflect modern industrial warfare. The base of the tree is surrounded by barbed wire, a universal symbol of conflict.

Visitors to the space are invited to remember a loved one who has been affected by conflict by filling out a small leave shaped tag and tying it to the barbed wire. Over time, the barbed wire will be covered with messages of hope.

(If you’re wondering where all the messages went, they make up the green and white “mat” at the foot of the tree.)

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Of course, St. Paul actually referred to spiritual warfare, and St. Patrick’s Cathedral commemorates that too, with a truncated version of that famous incantation that is St. Patrick’s Breastplate:

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.

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Now, it’s easy to see and love the Christ we face in the people we love.

It’s a lot harder to see and love the Christ we face in the people we don’t like, the ones who make our lives miserable.

And it’s almost impossible to remember that our quarrel is not with them, but with the Evil One that prods them with empty promises.

St. Paul understood that all too well, and reminds us that:

it is not against human enemies that we have to struggle, but against the Sovereignties and the Powers who originate the darkness in this world, the spiritual army of evil in the heavens. (Ephesians 6:12)

So let us gird for war with Satan and his minions, fortified with daily prayer and fervent love as children of the Almighty.

And since we need competent leadership in our daily struggle, let us invoke the help of God’s commanding general:

Saint Michael Archangel,
defend us in battle,
be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil;
may God rebuke him, we humbly pray;
and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host,
by the power of God, cast into hell
Satan and all the evil spirits
who prowl through the world seeking the ruin of souls.
Amen.