Religious words, religious language, often is a foreign
language. We go to church, and we hear words like Pentecost,
Paraclete, Paschal, Eschatology, Charism, Grace …. Yes, grace. It’s one of those words that might slip by as a word to
make fun of when we make fun or are critical of religious language. What does “grace” mean? It’s abstract – not specific or particular – like the
words, “bicycle” or “orange”. Those words are heard, and we picture a bicycle or an orange. When we say, “Haill Mary, full of grace”, what do we
picture when we say “grace”? How about “grace” in the words, “Amazing grace, how sweet
the sound”? Grace? Saying “Hail Mary, full of grace” or “Ave Maria, gratia
plena”, sometimes the word “grace” or “gratia” grabs me.So too when I hear the word “grace” in the
song “Amazing grace”, sometimes I’m amazed at God’s love for me. Grace? What does “grace” mean? For me, somewhere along the line, the word “acceptance”began to appear or tag along with the word
“grace”. I know “acceptance” brings alone a lot more or less, depending on the
moment.Yet “acceptance” is enough for
me. God accepted Mary.God accepts me. Both of us are full of grace as a result.Both of us then give birth to Jesus in our
world. That’s amazing. Amazing grace. I tell a secret about someone behind their back. For
example, I tell another about the time this person got a dumb parking
ticket.Nobody in our crowd knew about
it – but now they do. They begin kidding this person about the time they got a
ticket. We say, “Uh oh!” We go to that person and ask their forgiveness for what
we did to them.We listen to their anger
towards us.Then they forgive us. We
feel more acceptable to them – as well as to ourselves. The Prodigal Son comes home. He is accepted unconditionally – no speeches – just total
acceptance from his father.However, his
brother won’t forgive him – or for that matter – won’t forgive his father. This older brother falls from grace – from being graceful. When we are accepted, we walk taller and straighter. We
are more graceful. We sing better. We are more relaxed. We have more peace. Amazing grace …. how sweet the sound….
“Do what you can with what you have, where you are.”
Teddy Roosevelt
Wednesday, March 30, 2022
March 30, 2022
BEING HOOKED
El pez muere por la boca.
The fish dies because he opens his mouth.
Sometimes, it’s hard to keep my mouth shut.
Sometimes, it’s hard to not bite my tongue, instead of
biting the hook.
It’s difficult to listen.
It’s hard to count to ten or especially a hundred before
saying anything.
It’s hard to ask the other person to repeat what they
just said, because, “I wasn’t really listening.
I was distracted. And I want to hear again just what your said.”
It’d hard to go into a store or a mall and not buy
anything.
It’s hard to go on a diet and everyone around us is
munching on pretzels and potato chips.
It’s hard to be with conservatives or fundamentalists or liberals
and not react to a statement that sends us up the wall.
It’s hard to not eat fresh bread.
When the fish are jumping, it’s hard to see the “No
fishing” sign.
“A handful of patience is worth more that a bushel of
brains.”
Dutch Proverb
Tuesday, March 29, 2022
March 29, 2022
THE WAR
Watched a movie video this evening with Denis. It was his day off and he rented it. Never
heard of it: “The War.”
It was about a guy – Stephen Simmons - coming home from
“The War” and then a mental hospital – because of “The War” and how his life
impacts the lives of his wife and two kids.
The only actor in the movie whom I ever heard of was
Kevin Costner. He played his regular part: the caring, the understanding, the
struggling person.
For me, the key line in the movie, and I also think the
whole plot of the movie, was this: Kevin Costner says to his wife in a moment
of struggle, “My dad used to say, ‘Nothing you’re going to do in this life is going
to make a difference.”
That hit me right in my mind. I got up and found a piece of
paper – a napkin – and jotted it down.
I want to make a difference – but I won’t change the
world. It’s a pretty big place.
Is that what his father meant?
Yet I hope I am making a difference in the lives of the
people I know, love and serve.
Then the movie proved that our lives make a difference in
the lives of those we meet.
In Vietnam, Kevin tried to save the life of a buddy – but
he didn’t. He tried carrying him on his shoulders to the safety of a helicopter
– but he had to leave him there on the ground and fly away.
That became his nightmare – but he also had a dream: to
make a difference – and he did.
I’ll have to look at that movie again – on some day off.
“Life isn’t a science; we make it up as we go along.”
Al Hirschfeld
Monday, March 28, 2022
March 28, 2022
MY DEMONS
Found the following scribbled in one of my notebooks, “In
Edward Albee’s play, ‘A Delicate Balance’, Mother says we sleep to let
the demons out.’”
Never saw the play, nor do I know where I found that
comment. All I know is that it must have hit me then that I have demons and I
realize it also hits me now.
Demons ….
Never really thought much about demons, Never read much
about demons. I do know that the Bible mentions demons.
Demons….
Well, what about them?
Who has done work on demons? Is there a good book on
them? Are there lists and types of demons?
I don’t know.
Next question: do I believe in them?
I must think so, because when I read Albee’s words, I
found myself asking, “Well, what are my demons?”
If according to Albee, sleep is the key, then the stuff
of my dream are greed and need, laziness and jealousy, lust and fear. Those are main energies – capital sin stuff.
They are the stuff of my demons – procrastination but mostly fear.
They are there when I wake up in jumble of forgotten
things I failed to do - and sometimes –
but very rarely does the demon of anger appear.
So I don’t feel like the characters in the Gospel of Mark
– who seem to have whole boatloads of
demons – demons that shriek out [1:24] and who want a wild ride in pigs down a
hill side and into the lake to drown [5:13].
According to the Enneagram my sin is pride.
Come to think about this -after reading Albee’s comment
once again. It fits. Albee is right. I want to be loved and liked and I fear
making mistakes in public and being rejected. Who wants that stuff?
So I hope this piece is something you can try on as well
as me. Amen.