Saturday, April 3, 2010

TRUTH WILL  
SET  YOU FREE 




Quote of the Day: April 3, 2010  Holy Saturday 




"Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again."





William Cullen Bryant [1794-1878], The Battlefield [1839], stanza 9


Picture on top - part of the famine ship sculpture at the National Famine Memorial, County Mayo, Ireland, in sight of Croag Patrick.

Friday, April 2, 2010


GOOD FRIDAY

Quote for Good Friday - April 2, 2010

"We call this Friday good."


T.S. Eliot [ 1888-1965], East 



Coker [1940], II
Painting on top - Duccio di Buoninsegna c. 1255-1310, Crucifixion Scene from the Maesta Altarpiece, Museo dell' opera del Duomo, Siena, Italy

Thursday, April 1, 2010


HOLY THURSDAY:
IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED


Pat and Mike – late 40’s – every Thursday evening – volunteering at the Catholic Shelter on the Bowery – New York City, Manhattan – from 5:30 till 10:30 P.M. They have been doing this for the past four and a half years.

They would walk up from Wall Street where both worked for different firms – same kind of work – paper – lots of paper. And it was supposed to be a digital paperless world.

They would meet outside Pat’s office building and walk up together the mile plus walk – their exercise for the day – chatting as they walked about their day, their families, this and that. Then they would serve at the shelter – help feed Bowery guys – all men – and then get on the subway near Broadway and head home at 9:30 P.M.

Their wives thought it was great to know their husbands were making this sacrifice. It was real. It was not talk. It helped folks. Their wives thought this was part of the Catholic faith they hoped their kids would pick up by example – knowing their dads were volunteering to help the homeless.

That Thursday – it was Holy Thursday – both said as they walked – “Too bad we’re at the Catholic Shelter tonight. We’re missing the Holy Thursday Services back in our churches in Brooklyn.”

Two blocks away from the shelter they saw him – in an alley – laying there – sort of shivering in the cold – in a T-shirt – and the weather was a bit chilly that late afternoon in New York City.

They stopped and then headed for the guy in a dirty T-shirt, sneakers, and tan stained pants.

“Buddy are you hungry?”

“Starving,” came a muted moan.

“Okay, come with us.” They helped the guy up and it was like a Marx Brothers comedy. In fact Pat and Mike started to laugh as they had him in the middle – with his arms draped over each of the their shoulders and they sort of carried him the next two blocks to the shelter.

Shower. The guy really needed a shower. Wooh! The Phew!

They got him in the front door of the shelter. It was semi-packed with all kinds of guys their age, younger, and some older – many in need of a shave – some playing cards – some playing pool – some sitting all alone – on the five couches scattered around the room. Guys who don’t know guys don’t crowd couches.

The other volunteers were all busy getting ready for supper in the back section of the first floor of the shelter. The fold up tables were all set up. Pat and Mike would usually be the ones to place paper plates, paper napkins, Styrofoam cups and plastic silverware on the big long rectangular tables. 3 guys in aprons were cooking and stirring big pots. One yelled, “It’s spaghetti night, Pat and Mike. Don’t you wish you were Italian?”

Mike said, “We got ourselves a starving customer here – but first we’ll get him to his bed and a good shower.”

Three guys sitting there started clapping. They had got a whiff of the man they had brought in and could tell his tan pants needed to be discarded as soon as possible.

They found out the man’s name was Jack – just Jack – and that was enough for a passport into the shelter for the night.

Pat and Mike – with much difficulty – got Jack up to the third floor – using the stairs. There was no elevator.

They brought Jack to his bed and said, “Sit down here for a moment.”

Then Pat and Mike headed for a closet and got him donated underwear, socks, shoes, and a suit.

Then they brought him to a shower and Jack went for it. In fact, you could hear him say a few times from the other side of the curtain, “Good…. Good…. Good! I needed this.”

The water and the soap and the shower rehumanized Jack.

He came back to the bed in his towel and Pat and Mike turned away so he could get dressed.

When they turned around he was sitting on the edge of the bed in pants, a fresh shirt, a tie, and a suit jacket. No socks yet.

Pat bent down and dried Jack’s feet with a clean towel. Then he put socks on Jack. Mike had taken his sneakers and got a size match with a decent pair of donated shoes. Then he bent down and put shoes on Jack.

Jack looked good.

Pat said, “We dumped all your clothes in the garbage over there. They’re history. Now let’s get something to eat.” Before dumping the tan pants, Pat had checked the pockets. Nothing. Not even a dirty handkerchief. The man had nothing but a name and now a new suit.

They helped Jack down the stairs – but he moved much better than on the way up.

Downstairs once again they introduced Jack to some of the regulars – and one or two shook his hand, “Nice suit. Jack. Nice suit.”

This got the first real smile out of Jack so far.

Then Pat and Mike helped prepare the tables for supper and then brought out the bread and water and butter and parmesan cheese.

The chef yelled – ringing a big bell, “Supper’s ready!”

All the men moved or shuffled towards the 53 available seats. That was the count that night.

Some of the men knew to pause – for a prayer. About a dozen guys watched. They had not been here before or were out of it.

Dinner went from 7 till 8 P.M.

Pat and Mike – in aprons and smiles – as well as 6 other guys served lots of spaghetti – lots of bread – lots of comments.

This was important to these volunteers. You could tell it made them feel worthwhile. Even though they had stressful work all day, Thursday evenings at the shelter was their best work of the week.

From time to time Pat and Mike would stop to interact with Jack – making sure he was okay – as well as chatting with a few of the other regulars.

More than half took seconds. For some – probably Jack as well – this might have been their only meal of the day. Others knew of soup kitchens in the area as well.

At 8 guys drifted back to the card tables, a TV set that had a basketball game on, or the pool table. Some drifted upstairs to their beds.

Pat and Mike and the rest of the crew were cleaned up by 9 PM and they would sit and chat and kid with the guys till it was time to get home themselves.

They noticed Jack had slipped upstairs on his own – so they went up at 9:20 to say good-bye and good night – and surprise – Jack was in bed crying – with a rosary in his hands. He told them one of the other men had given him a rosary. They shook his hand and said, “We got to get home to our families.”

Jack said, “Thanks guys. Thanks!” Then he added, “I hope my family back in Denver are okay tonight.”

Pat and Mike said, “We do too.”

And they headed downstairs – said goodbye to two of the staff who were there for the night – and headed for the subway and home.

As they were sitting in the subway car, Pat said to Mike, “Did it hit you?”

“Hit what?”

“Did it hit you that we really didn’t miss the Holy Thursday Mass tonight? We had everything but the wine.”


“Missed it?” said Mike, “Holy Thursday. We were there.

Painting on top: The Washing of the Feet by Chislaine Howard 1953, Methodist Collection of Modern Christian Art
PLAYING  THE  FOOL


Quote of the Day:  April 1,  2010 - April Fool's Day


"When we play the fool, how wide
The theatre expands! beside,
How long the audience sits before us!
How many prompters! what a chorus!"



William Savage Landor [1775-1864], Plays, [1864], st. 2




Wednesday, March 31, 2010

THAT  WON'T  FLY 




Quote of the Day:  March 31,  2010


"Man won't fly for a thousand years."


Wilbur Wright, 1901

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

DEAD  OR  ALIVE?




Quote of the Day: March 30,  2010  

"How do they know?"


A reaction when President Calvin Coolidge died in 1933. The comment can be found in Malcolm Cowley's, Writers at Work, 1st Series (1958), page. 65

Photo of President Calvin Coolidge - born 1872 - died 1933

Monday, March 29, 2010


FATHER GREG BOYLE, S.J.


For anyone upset about priests these days - and / or pope - bishops - and Catholic Church - if you need good news, here is some good news that I heard the other day while driving back from a wedding reception blessing.

Go to Google and simply type in the words: Father Greg Boyle: NPR

Then listen to Terry Gross' Fresh Air 40 minute interview with him and his work all these years. A lot of it is with folks who were in gangs in Los Angeles.

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Some folks asked my thoughts on this latest burst of news about the sexual abuse of children, the pope, and the way it was and is being dealt with.

My first approach would be to present Good News.

Next would be some further comments. I am aware that sometimes saying nothing is a practical way to go - because in many ways, no matter what you say, people are going to take what you say - in the way they are going to take it. This issue can be a minefield.

Dialogue is difficult.

Listening is tough.

We priests talk amongst ourselves about this. This has been a tough 8 years.

I hear people protesting for full disclosure and transparency. I am grateful that much has been made public. For example, check out the John Jay College of Criminal Justice Study on Clergy Sexual Abuse - U.S. Bishops. It was commissioned at the Dallas 2002 meeting of the U.S. Catholic Bishops. Has any other group hung that much laundry on line?

I don't plan to try to evoke empathy for priests. I hope everyone just wants all of us to get our house in order - and help and protect those who have been hurt or could be hurt in the future.

So I stand at the edge of the lake. To wade in, to dive in or to go back to my blanket? That is my question.

I'll dive in - without trying to be too defensive. Obviously, I am not going to try to defend sin and crime, horror and abuse.

Besides my opening story about Father Greg Boyle, let me go this way.

Let me start with self.

Let me start with sin.

I have on a much earlier blog, a tiny saying, "Dig anywhere and you'll find dirt."

A few people who read that said to me, "I don't get it."

I didn't explain.

If I did, I wouldn't have written it as simply as I thought I did.

"Dig anywhere and you'll find dirt."

Dig into any person's life and you'll find dirt.

Can anyone say I don't have dirt?

Is anyone not nervous about those who seem to like to get dirt on others?

The number # 1 topic of conversation is others - and it's often not complementary.

Gossip gets greater ratings at the coffee machine than compliments?

Agree or disagree?

Dirt shows up on the front of camera lenses.

Who of us would want someone to take a camera and make a film of every moment of our life?

Who of us would want someone to take a camera and film us in our sins? Bad days? Bad moments? At our worse?

As we heard in the gospel a few Sunday's back, "Let anyone among you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her." [Cf. John 8:1 -11.]

When it comes to abuse and mess, sin makes the news.

As priest, as human, as me, I know that every one has dirt - and I hold that every person has a right to privacy, learning, and recovery.

Every family has dirt.

I never had a cat - but I think I heard that a cat hides its mess.

Cover ups are often part of the plot in many a cop, army, detective movie or TV series.

"Let him or her who has not covered something up or let something slide make the first attack on cover ups."

Having stated that, I also say that somethings better not be covered up - especially when it's a crime and it comes to children and the vulnerable.

And if there is a cover up, expect to pay for the consequences.

When will the higher ups realize you can't blame the messenger - you can't blame the media?

100 years ago people could get away with evil a lot more than today.

To paraphrase a saying of Jesus, "The press we always have with us."

Let's not blame the press for cover ups or crimes! Their job is to open up stories.

My hope is that they get the story right - understand the nuances - and in the sexual abuse of children story - they publicize what has been learned - up to this date - so as to protect the vulnerable.

I also want to add a nuance that I find illusive and slippery. I wonder if anyone at a meeting for what goes in a paper or on the news asks the ethical question: "Can we say this? Do we know the impact of this on this person's family? Are we doing this for our good ratings or for another's good?" There are consequences for those who report evil - sin - and it can destroy another person's family and life.

Sometimes he or she who hesitates is saved.

Years and years ago I received a phone call around 2 in the morning. It was from the police. They had a priest in the local jail who got drunk and had gotten into a fight in a local bar. The police were called. The priest was from another state and the policeman on the phone asked if I could come and get him - before the newspapers got wind of this - and could I get him home? I had never met this priest before. Under cover of darkness I got him home. I didn't know the cop - but he was Catholic and he didn't want this out. Right? Wrong? Got it done. And the priest got help and got on with his life. He's now dead!

What would you do?

What would you want if the person who messed up was a member of your family or your community?

What would you want if it was you?

What is your similar story? Christmas party? Wedding? Vacation? Business trip? The money was just sitting there?

Of course there is a difference between child abuse and alcohol abuse. There is a difference between a one time slip up and ongoing drunken rage and disasters.

Sin - horror - abuse - ought to get us to pause!

Am I telling this story because when another falls it makes me feel better?

Does this prove that my take on religion or God or priests or others is correct?

And as Christians we ought to know what Saint Paul publicized loud and clear in his Letter to the Romans - especially when he challenges us to uncover what is within each of us. Tough stuff." It causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble..." as the old hymn goes.

And we've all seen how cover ups can bring companies and elected and appointed officials down.

Each of us and all of us need to do our homework on this - as well as talk to each other about all this.

What would we want for our children, our world, as well as ourselves?

There is the Golden Rule - and it's here to protect us.

There is the Native American proverb we have all heard a hundred times: "Don't judge a person till you have walked a mile in their moccasins."

I came up with a follow up saying, "Don't judge a person till you have walked a mile in their sins."
I have a faint memory of watching many, many years ago a TV talk show on which F. Lee Bailey, the lawyer, talked about Anthony DeSalvo, the so called, "Boston Strangler." Bailey defended him as lawyer and said if you knew the childhood background of this man, you would have some sympathy for him. Anthony's father, Frank DeSalvo was a violent alcoholic. He beat his wife Charlotte in front of the kids - knocking out her teeth and bending back her fingers till they broke. He forced his kids to watch him having sex with prostitutes whom he had brought home. His father sold Anthony into slavery - along with his sister - when he was 9 years of age - to a farmer in Maine. [Check this stuff out if you don't believe me.]

That story about watching a TV talk show one evening - even though it's a fuzzy memory - has had an impact on my life - how I see each person - perpetrator as well as victim, sinner and sinned against.

I thought about this story when I heard the names of priests who had committed horrendous crimes.

Being a priest, but also being human, I thought of the priest first - not the kids. I was seeing a person being led to a court house. I wasn't seeing the young people they had abused.

When I saw them on TV - or when I thought about them - obviously I thought and prayed for these priests.

So of course abuse is horrible. It can be a crime - e.g., sexual abuse of minors. Worse: it can mess folks up for life.

Now down through the centuries abuse has been hidden - moved - ignored - been swept into the corner - hoping it would go away.

What am I saying here? I am saying that people cover things up!

I am aware that I need to be sensitive - aware that a broken nose or arm - makes us concentrate on the broken.

What am I saying here? I'm saying that the arm or the nose is only one part of the body.

Ooops, possible contradiction here, Paul says if one part hurts, all parts hurt. [Cf. 1 Corinthians 12]

And this Body called Church is hurting!

Having said that, I also want to broadcast that there are lots of priests working every day for others - and there are lots of folks in our church reaching out to others every day. For example, I am impressed with the wonderful folks here in St. Mary's Parish, Annapolis, Maryland who help lots and lots of people through our St. Vincent de Paul Society - as well as the folks who donate big time to our poor box - and this and that, and then some other ministry - parenting, volunteering, etc.

Someone wrote me and said I was a bit insensitive with this blog piece, so I changed it and added to it quite a bit. I guess I'm one of those many priests who are sad and sick with the horror stories of the crimes and cruelty when it comes to abuse. Children were severely hurt. Bad news. Horrible news. Then came the cover ups, the mistakes and the mismanagement in trying to stop pedophiles. Bad news. Horrible news.

There was a learning curve in all this. Lawsuits and reporting and more research certainly sped things up.

I want to state that in the last 8 years the Catholic Church in the United States has done a lot to protect children with strong policies and procedures. Good news.

I also hold that families and others - cover up abuse. Bad news. If all the stories about priests does anything in the last 8 years, I hope it makes people more aware of this perversion. Keep your eye on who is near and with your children.

In the meanwhile, I also thought it would be smart to broadcast good news. So listen to Father Greg Boyle's story on NPR. Then tell your kids, "Think priesthood!" We need priests - good priests. They too can be another Greg Boyle. Tell them about St. Vincent de Paul and the St. Vincent de Paul work around our world, etc. etc. etc. They can do that as well.