Saturday, October 1, 2016

The Last Shall Be First




The more I get to know about Saint Thérèse, the more I am blown away by her incredible relationship with Christ. Her "Little Way" was something that most people she met during her short life did not find particularly impressive or noteworthy. But that's the secret! She lived the humility of Christ each and every day. She did every little thing with great love. She proved through her witness that it's not a life of fame and glory that makes the difference, but rather treating every moment, no matter how mundane, as an opportunity to glorify God. We are called to be His instruments - channels of His love and mercy. Let's thank God for giving us such a treasure! St. Thérèse, pray for us.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Nana, Aslan, & Gandalf...

My grandmother, whom we always knew as "Nana", passed away on July 31, 2016 at the age of 82. I could never begin to write a sufficient amount of words to describe Nana to anyone who will not have the blessing of knowing her in this life. Tonight I thought I'd just spend a few paragraphs unpacking her last words, which I think help to paint her portrait very adequately.

Not long before my grandmother drew her final breaths, she awoke and told my mom to go get my sister Annie. Once they returned to Nana's bedside, she looked at Annie and said, "I love you, Annie... You're tough!" And that was it. It's this "toughness" that Nana so respected and that she herself exhibited that I'd like to consider here.


Everyone who knew Joan Creavey knew that she was tough, from her first grade students to her friends to her family. Nana always had a strong personality and a deeply rooted confidence. She knew herself, she knew what the situation called for, and, most of the time, she knew how to accomplish whatever was needed (even if that meant a grandson needed to do a ton of yard work!) Over three decades' worth of first graders learned the importance of making one's best effort, always following through, and refusing to give up. Nana always demanded their very best and she was never one to settle for anything less.

The reason why this was the case is that she never lived her own life at a lower standard than the one she set for everyone else. It runs in her family, most especially her mother's Rosenberger side. Nana's life was characterized by a keen sense of duty and a firm belief that excellence is always possible and attainable. She always understood that we only get one shot at this life and it doesn't make any sense to live that life with an attitude of apathy or fear.

For Nana, tough never meant rigid, impervious, or unbreakable. Nor did she think that the tough person was the one who locked their pain or their emotions away in a hidden chest, never to be mentioned or confronted. "Tough" meant "durable." Nana believed that the tough person was the one who sticks it out, stands up for what's right, speaks his or her mind. The tough person doesn't accept defeat in a despairing mood but rather gets back up and tries harder. The tough person doesn't sit around waiting for an entitlement. The tough person doesn't brood over old injuries. The tough person learns from his or her mistakes and tries earnestly to avoid repeating them. The tough person loves God, family, friends, neighbors, countrymen, and everyone else more than self. The tough person is humble enough to put himself or herself last in everything, and to give generously to those in need without a moment's hesitation. This is what Nana believed it meant to be "tough." That's why her last words are so profoundly meaningful to us all.


In the end, I'd like to close with a little reflection that might seem odd at first glance, but I assure you there's something to it. Nana always reminded me a little of both C.S. Lewis' character Aslan, the lion from his Narnia series, and J.R.R. Tolkien's Gandalf, the wizard of Middle Earth. Both of these great figures are warm and filled with love, deeply loyal, kind, and even gentle at times. They are generous, inspiring, wise, and protective. Nana was all of these as well.

But there's something else they all share - something much more exciting and difficult to pin down. Aslan and Gandalf are not tame. Neither was Nana. She, like them, was never afraid to lay down the law when the moment called for it. She had the passion and the fortitude to call you out if you were being less than you ought to be. She cared so deeply about your God-given potential for greatness that she didn't have much patience if you attempted to just phone it in. She was like a co-pilot who wasn't afraid to shout out a warning to you when you were flying too low and in danger of crashing. She loved you far too much to let you do that.


In a world so riddled with fear, indecision, and the unwillingness to boldly lean into the howling wind of evil influences, I for one will look to a woman whom I am blessed to call Nana, a woman in whose daily presence I spent most of my young life. I will press on in this often dismal and seemingly hopeless, fallen world with the faith that Nana is with me, praying for me, giving me the courage to fight and challenging me to refuse to stay down whenever I fall. May we all strive thus to believe in excellence, to love with every fiber of our being, and to be, in her words, truly tough.

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Holy Saturday 2016 (from an ancient homily)

I post this selection from today's "Office of Readings" each year because I can't think of a better reflection on Christ's descent to the dead. Enjoy!

Second reading
From an ancient homily on Holy Saturday
The Lord descends to the dead

Something strange is happening—there is a great silence on earth today, a great silence and stillness. The whole earth keeps silence because the King is asleep. The earth trembled and is still because God has fallen asleep in the flesh and he has raised up all who have slept ever since the world began. God has died in the flesh and hell trembles with fear.

He has gone to search for our first parent, as for a lost sheep. Greatly desiring to visit those who live in darkness and in the shadow of death, he has gone to free from sorrow the captives Adam and Eve, he who is both God and the son of Eve. The Lord approached them bearing the cross, the weapon that had won him the victory. At the sight of him Adam, the first man he had created, struck his breast in terror and cried out to everyone: “My Lord be with you all.” Christ answered him: “And with your spirit.” He took him by the hand and raised him up, saying: “Awake, O sleeper, and rise from the dead, and Christ will give you light.”

I am your God, who for your sake have become your son. Out of love for you and for your descendants I now by my own authority command all who are held in bondage to come forth, all who are in darkness to be enlightened, all who are sleeping to arise. I order you, O sleeper, to awake. I did not create you to be held a prisoner in hell. Rise from the dead, for I am the life of the dead. Rise up, work of my hands, you who were created in my image. Rise, let us leave this place, for you are in me and I am in you; together we form only one person and we cannot be separated.

For your sake I, your God, became your son; I, the Lord, took the form of a slave; I, whose home is above the heavens, descended to the earth and beneath the earth. For your sake, for the sake of man, I became like a man without help, free among the dead. For the sake of you, who left a garden, I was betrayed to the Judeans in a garden, and I was crucified in a garden.

See on my face the spittle I received in order to restore to you the life I once breathed into you. See there the marks of the blows I received in order to refashion your warped nature in my image. On my back see the marks of the scourging I endured to remove the burden of sin that weighs upon your back. See my hands, nailed firmly to a tree, for you who once wickedly stretched out your hand to a tree.

I slept on the cross and a sword pierced my side for you who slept in paradise and brought forth Eve from your side. My side has healed the pain in yours. My sleep will rouse you from your sleep in hell. The sword that pierced me has sheathed the sword that was turned against you.

Rise, let us leave this place. The enemy led you out of the earthly paradise. I will not restore you to that paradise, but I will enthrone you in heaven. I forbade you the tree that was only a symbol of life, but see, I who am life itself am now one with you. I appointed cherubim to guard you as slaves are guarded, but now I make them worship you as God. The throne formed by cherubim awaits you, its bearers swift and eager. The bridal chamber is adorned, the banquet is ready, the eternal dwelling places are prepared, the treasure houses of all good things lie open. The kingdom of heaven has been prepared for you from all eternity.

RESPONSORY

Our shepherd, the source of the water of life, has died. The sun was darkened when he passed away. But now man’s captor is made captive.
– This is the day when our Savior broke through the gates of death.

He has destroyed the barricades of hell, overthrown the sovereignty of the devil.
– This is the day when our Savior broke through the gates of death.

CONCLUDING PRAYER
All-powerful and ever-living God,
your only Son went down among the dead
and rose again in glory.
In your goodness
raise up your faithful people,
buried with him in baptism,
to be one with him
in the eternal life of heaven,
where he lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit,
one God, for ever and ever.
– Amen.