St.Michael, Pray for Us

Many of you probably know that the Oklahoma City Civic Center Music Hall has allowed the scheduling of a satanic black mass on September 21.  Archbishop Paul Coakley protested and sued to stop the event, which planned on using consecrated hosts to degrade during the ritual.  The satanist group agreed to return the hosts in exchange for the dropping of the lawsuit, and I believe that this was done.

But still, I think protests are called for. The event is on for September 21.  Archbishop Coakley has organized an hour of prayer during the time of the event for all people of good will.  Feel free to express your outrage, and here are some addresses if you decide to write:

Mayor Mick Cornett, 200 No. Walker, Oklahoma City, OK 73102

Stephen Sharp, Oklahoma Civic Center Music Hall/City Space Theatre, 201 No.Walker, Oklahoma City, OK 73102

Oklahoma Governor Mary Fallin, 2300 No. Lincoln Blvd Room 212, Oklahoma City OK 73105

There are online petitions to sign, too.  I wrote the following letter, sending a version of it to each of the individuals named above.

St. Michael, pray for us.

September 7, 2014

Mayor Mick Cornett

200 North Walker

Oklahoma City, OK  73102

Dear Mayor Cornett:

I have heard that your city is allowing a satanist black mass to be celebrated in a public building.  I am disgusted.  Although I do not live in Oklahoma City, I speak as a citizen of this country.  As an elected government official in this country, your decisions affect me, and all Americans.

I heard Jennifer McClintock say that as long as state law is not broken, that the city cannot judge content.  One such law is prohibiting lewd acts—would not the manner of desecration of a host/wafer—something that is symbolically precious to the 247 million Christians in this nation, and specifically holy and precious to the 66 million of those Christians that are Catholic—as described on the satanists’ own website: “the consecrated host is then corrupted by sexual fluids”, be considered lewd?  Whether the host is actually consecrated, or symbolic, what difference does that make in intent?  What about having a satanist woman urinate in a cup on the “altar” in front of the participants?  Don’t you have laws about public urination?  How many homeless people have had problems with that restriction?

And as for “not judging content”– please.  Would you allow a group to rent a public building to stage a parody of a gay marriage ceremony, just to mock, outrage, insult and humiliate homosexual couples with all that they hold dear?  I doubt it.  Would you allow a group to mimic a Baptist gospel choir in blackface to make fun of the culture and history from which it comes?  I suspect you would consider the offensive content of such an event.  Would you allow hate-filled nonbelievers to dress up as phony imams and ridicule prayer to Allah?  Burn a Koran in the Civic Center?  Hardly.  I am sure you would consider the content, and the offensiveness.  So why allow this—an event which is designed to mock, denigrate and insult a religious group.  Why pretend that this is different?

The claim of freedom for satanists to “practice their religion” is also questionable. What legitimate religion has as its sole central practice the insult, denigration, ridicule and disrespect of another?

Have the courage to stand up and forbid this outrageous event.  It is totally offensive.

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Cathedral of Trees

A stream of cars pours into the parking lot, tires crunching gravel,  and come to a halt.  Doors open.  As soon as they get out of their cars,  people’s voices become hushed.

Small groups wander along the trails, looking upwards, whispering or simply remaining silent.  It is an awesome place, with shafts of light illuminating the atmosphere, tall pillars of trees reaching to the heavens, warm, quiet, peaceful, beauty wherever you look.

I can come up with no words of my own to describe the sense of wonder, what it is like to walk among these ancient redwood trees.

The photographs I took don’t do it justice, but here are some of them anyway.  I can always find inspiration in the words of the psalms, in this case, from Psalm 104.

You made springs flow into channels that wind among the mountains.

They give drink to every beast of the field; here wild asses quench their thirst.

Beside them the birds of heaven nest; among the branches they sing.

You water the mountains from your palace; by your labor the earth abounds.

How varied are your works, Lord!  In wisdom you have wrought them all; the earth is full of your creatures.

May the glory of the Lord endure forever; may the Lord be glad in these works!

I pray that these beautiful works of creation do endure.  There is only a remnant left.  It was logged heavily approximately 100 years ago.  Some stands of truly ancient trees–seedlings before Jesus was born–still stand, but they are rare.  The logging continues today. One large tree can make 2,000 picnic tables, you know.  The forest is growing back, thick and lush, in these parks.  I read that by the years 2500 to 2800, it will be a mature forest once again.

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St. Monica, pray for us

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I just returned from vacation last night, and found this beautiful post waiting for me about my hero, St. Monica. It might be a day late as far as feastdays go (Happy Feast of St. Augustine to you today), but every day is a good day to pray for loved ones with St. Monica.

Originally posted on 8 Kids And A Business:

Assereto_Gioachino-Saint_Augustine_and_Saint_MonicaThe Antiphon for the Canticle of Zechariah, Morning Prayer for August 27, Memorial of St. Monica reads:

“You answered her prayer, O Lord, you did not disregard her tears which fell upon the earth wherever she prayed”

As a mom, I want the very best for my kids:  academic success, a healthy social life, reasonable financial comfort, good health, professional achievement.  While all those things are good, they are not enough.  What I desire most for my kids is spiritual success. I want them to be purpose-driven, generous, honest, humble, faith-filled and God-centered.  In our modern age, it’s easier and definitely more acceptable to achieve financial and professional success than spiritual success.

My husband’s and my ability to ensure that our kids put God first in their lives is limited by our personality flaws and human frailty.  As much as we try to model a faith-filled life for our kids…

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An Evangelization Wish

I’ve been thinking about books . . . especially children’s books.  Books play a part in informing our minds, developing our thinking and our understanding of the world.This is especially true of books for children and young adults.

Working in a library, I see so many volumes. I used to be an illustrator, and can’t help browsing through the picture book section in particular.  There are so many lovely ones.  Such variety–and sometimes such propaganda, both good and bad.

What I have noticed in children’s literature (and movies, and TV shows)  is a near total lack of any mention of God, of religion, of prayer, especially in more current favorites.  It is just not part of the life of any fictional characters.   Most books simply do not mention or refer to it at all.  (And, sure, there are exceptions.) The God of any religious tradition is simply ignored, as life and adventures go on without any thought of Him.

This has to have a subtle, negative affect on young people, this sidelining of the importance of the spiritual, keeping God entirely off of their radar.  Kids love to read about the lives of other kids, and how they solve problems. Reading about others helps them develop and shape their own lives.  To leave God out of the equation results in secular kids who do not consider Him at all.  It furthers the compartmentalization of religion, and the pressure to have it be totally “private” and with no voice in society.  It undermines the lessons that parents teach their kids about God and spirituality.

Not being a writer, I can fret about this but can do nothing.  My wish is for authors–and screenplay writers–to just include God as a part of life.  I don’t mean I think that everybody should write pious stories of saints, or overtly moralizing tales. Not at all.  Write the story that is in your heart, but casually, simply, occasionally,  have normal kids and families, and superheroes and fantasy characters, in the course of the plot, do something like, say, go to church on Sunday, say a prayer, or celebrate a holy day/season/celebration.  I think that just that simple step would go a long way to teach our children that faith is indeed a part of life.

Just to bring up the possibility is to plant a seed.

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Bringing My Soul out of Hiding

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This is a wonderful reflection that really spoke to me this morning, as I prepare to go on retreat.

Originally posted on Living the Reality of Jesus:

I was reflecting today on where I once was in my spiritual walk and where I am at today.  I have so much more peace today then I did.  A peace I prayed for year after year in my life, but always seemed so far away.  I asked myself:

What is different today?

The answer:

My soul is not hiding from God anymore.

You see I tried almost everything.  I read books, I kept a journal, I always compared myself to others, and I prayed every prayer known to man.  I strived always to do better, always seeing my short comings, faults, and sins.  I think honestly and truly, my soul just went into hiding.  I am not saying these things are wrong, they just did nothing for my soul. 

St. Faustina said:

God is all there is for a soul.  (The Diary of St. Faustina)

How I pondered these words…

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Reading “The Plover”

I recently picked up a new novel by Brian Doyle, and enjoyed the lyrical writing so very much.  “The Plover” is like nothing that I have read before, and was an absolute delight.  I recommended it to many friends.  Then I decided to read it again, and saw even more in it the second time around.

On the surface, it is about a man who takes his sturdy little boat out on a solo voyage across the Pacific Ocean, without a definite goal or itinerary in mind.  He ends up picking up an unusual crew, and has many adventures.  As a plot outline, it doesn’t seem too promising, but don’t let this fool you.  It is simply beautifully written, and a joy to read, with far deeper meaning than the bare outline of the plot.

For me, it was a piece of literary mental imagery, offering a glimpse of the Kingdom of God, almost like a sort of iconography in a sense.

I saw Mr. Doyle’s ocean as a metaphor for the Kingdom of God, with all of its unknowable secrets and mystery within a very real presence.  It was filled with life and wonder and unexpected grace.

The boat is named The Plover, and is piloted by a bitter, faithless man determined to live his life alone and unencumbered.  Sailing along without a definite goal, the boat’s occupants become a community unto itself with all sorts of travelers, so close to heaven yet unable to fathom it despite consulting of charts and sharing of acquired knowledge.  It skirted along the outside edge of God’s Kingdom, catching glimpses of beauty and awesomeness, yet mostly remaining outside.

The community onboard was a gathering together of the lost, the angry, the broken, the grieving, the profane, the marginalized, the unnoticed and the outcast, as well as the pure, the loving, and the strong, with every individual having both dark and light within themselves.  There was much joy, song, interaction, kindness and mercy shown.

All of creation was embraced and took part in the voyage.  There was even a prophet of sorts.  Everywhere and every day miracles happen, transformations of the heart and soul occur, and mystery is simply accepted for itself.

I’d love to hear your insights into this book, if you have read it.

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From Fayum Portraits to Holy Icons

It is sometimes said, as a criticism with some hostility, that Christians have appropriated, or even stolen, the timing of many pagan festivals–for example, like Christmas instead of a solstice celebration, or Easter in place of a rite of spring.   Without going into detail about this, I say both “of course” and “so what”.

In every culture, and in every human soul, there is a spiritual longing and striving towards God. We all make use of the physical things of the earth to express ourselves. We are all living on our beautiful planet, and it is not surprising that there are some parallels in choice of how to celebrate, some links through nature, and even similar ways to express our spiritual being, according to our understanding of God.

The same is true in art.  All peoples have found ways to express themselves in art, to create beauty both in functional items and to honor others.  In general, people do not try to reinvent the wheel, they look around and re-interpret what others have done, building on a foundation, adding their own ideas and purposes to create works of originality that are constantly evolving.

The icon is the earliest Christian art.  In seeking create images to express their faith in Jesus, the early Christians naturally turned to the art they were most familiar with, and reworked it.  They adapted it to their own physical appearance, to their own cultural understandings, and also to the local materials and resources that they had to work with.  They certainly were influenced by their neighbors, and found beauty in many forms of art to use as a foundation for their own expression.  Art historians and other scholars sometimes like to point out how derivative the icon is, how it was just borrowed from the pagan world around them. Of course.  And so what.  What the icon became is a totally unique expression of Christianity.

Asian, Egyptian, Roman, and classical Greek art all influenced the development of the Byzantine icon.  It seems that the classical Greek art forms themselves, with their glorification and idealization of the body, were not as inspiring for the new Church.  However, some of the mediums in which they were created were learned and utilized, notably fresco and mosaic, were widely adapted, yet with a new intent.

Jesus heals a bleeding woman-- from Marcellinus-Peter catacomb in Rome

Jesus heals a bleeding woman– from Marcellinus-Peter catacomb in Rome

 

Chinese horse      

The Asian art world, both Near East and Far East, likely inspired the use of iconography’s beautiful calligraphic line, 2-dimensional look, and relatively flat shapes.

St.George and the Dragon: Russian icon        

 

One of the most important influences on the development of the icon were the Fayum images created in Egypt as funeral portraits.  Like the early Christians, these artists were more interested in the spiritual than the physical world.  There are many similarities:  close ups of a face, an idealizing of the subject, the large solemn eyes.

2 soldiers: Fayum 110 AD

2 soldiers: Fayum 110 AD

They were painted in  encaustic, a painting method using colored wax.  Most of the earliest known icons were done the same way, including the oldest icon image of Jesus that has survived till today.

icon of Jesus, Sinai Monastery

icon of Jesus, Sinai Monastery

But the icon was not a mere copy of the Egyptian funeral image. It was carefully thought out, differing in intent and presentation.  New elements were added, each with deep significance for believers. The Fayum portraits were intended to idealize a memory. Highly skilled artists depicted a person’s physical likeness at their most beautiful stage of life.  Like the icon, the Fayum portrait was to call to mind the presence of the deceased, whose spirit was still with the family.

The icon was intended to witness to theology, through the presentation of a “spiritual portrait”–a person transformed by the grace of God through Jesus Christ.  Many iconographers were highly skilled, but that was less important than the deeply spiritual, theologically learned painter’s prayerful witness to the Incarnation, and to the communion of saints, still present to us through love and grace.

The Vladimir Mother of God

The Vladimir Mother of God

As time went on, Church fathers established specific canons for the depiction of Jesus and the saints, and symbolism and richness of meaning were understood by all believers–so much so that the icon is considered the Gospel told in line and color.  These were totally unique concepts, and ways of expression, which have had vast influence on the development of Western Art, including the work of many secular artists of the modern era.

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Sad Changes

I have been reading some of the writings of John Muir, the naturalist, a man who loved the wilderness as much as I do.  I read his journal entries about some of the places that I have been, 150 years after Muir was there.  One such place was California’s Central Valley.

This is what he saw one spring day:

“When California was wild, it was one sweet bee garden throughout its entire length, north and south, and all the way across from the snowy Sierra to the ocean . . . during the months of March,  April, and May, (it) was one smooth, continuous bed of honey bloom, so marvelously rich that, in walking from one end of it to the other, a distance of more than 400 miles, your foot would press about a hundred flowers at every step . . .

The radiant, honeyful corollas, touching and overlapping, and rising above one another, glowed in the living light like a sunset sky–one sheet of purple and gold, with the bright Sacramento pouring through the midst of it from the north, the San Joaquin from the south, and their many tributaries sweeping in at right angles from the mountains . . .

Sauntering in any direction, hundreds of these happy sun-plants brushed against my feet at every step, and closed over them as if I were wading in liquid gold.  The air was sweet with fragrance, the larks sang their blessed songs, rising on the wing as I advanced,  . . . while myriads of wild bees stirred the lower air with their monotonous hum–monotonous yet forever fresh and sweet as everyday sunshine . . . small bands of antelopes were almost constantly in sight . . . I drifted toward the north, observing the countless forms of life thronging about me . . .  (John Muir: from The Mountains of California)

This is what I saw last spring, in the same place:

Tumbleweeds and discarded plastic bags blowing up against barbed wire fences.  The smell of chemicals  and exhaust fumes in the air.  Dirty brown air–you couldn’t see the mountains at all.  The ground glittered with broken glass in the dust. Run-down depressed small towns rife with poverty–and big city bedroom communities 2 hours from work.  The meandering rivers channeled in a concrete paths, delivering the lifegiving water to miles of almond groves and other agribusiness crops. The only wildlife an occasional scraggly crow picking through roadside trash.

Sure, there have to be pockets of beauty still surviving here and there, away from the freeway. I have seen such little islands of pristine beauty, where the people have tried to preserve what is left of the natural landscape, the way that God created it for all of His creatures.  But they are dwarfed by the immensity of the changes in that region over the last century.

It makes my heart sad to see the devastation caused by human indifference, exploitation and greed.  I am sure there are better ways to feed the population.  When will we learn to be better stewards of the land?

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Psalm 86

I have found that I enjoy memorizing favorite bits of psalms, so that I will always have them with me for scattered bits of time to seize for a short prayer.  At work, while driving, at any quiet moment during the day when having a prayer book handy just doesn’t happen.  Lately I have been working on Psalm 86, verses 11 through 13.  It starts out like this:

Teach me, Lord, your way

that I may walk in your truth,

single-hearted and revering your name.

I reflected on the first line, and realized that I actually already have been taught God’s way, in the sense that I know the Commandments, have read the Gospels, know the words of Jesus.  I’ve been taught them well.  But at the same time, I absorbed the idea of the importance and primacy, of the intellect and will.  After all, emotions just happen, out of our control, a wash of chemicals in the brain.  It’s what we do about them that counts, the feelings can be disregarded.  That is what I have been told.  But that is not entirely true, at least not for me.

Yes, emotions do just happen, but boy, do they matter in the depth and sincerity of our response and the lovingness in our souls.   Walking in the Lord’s truth is more than just an act of will for me, if I am to be single-hearted, I need to feel it as well.  I suspect that we all do.  For that, I need rely on God’s grace.   It is not my brain that needs to be taught His way, but my heart that needs the teaching and conversion.  For that transformation of my soul, I pray daily, with trust that I am heard.

I will praise you with all my heart, 

glorify your name forever, Lord my God.

Your love for me is great;

you have rescued me from the depths.

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Watching Ants

We went camping this past weekend.  It was wonderful. We gathered dead&down wood for our modest campfires, not only to enjoy in the evening, but also for use as a cooking fire.   Ah, on Bratwurst night, we broke up many sticks, including one particular 2-inch thick stick and laid the pieces in the fire.

And then there was drama . . .

Out of a hole under the bark of one flaming piece of wood, 10 ants emerged.  Big fat black carpenter ants, 3 of them a good half inch long, double the size of the 7 others.  Frantically, they all milled around in a panic.

Well, shoot. We didn’t really want to watch them burn to death in front of us, so I used another stick to push the fiery stick down towards some cool ashes on the edges.  The ants ran in circles, frightened, on the far end of the stick.  One burned his head slightly, running back up towards the flames, then quickly retreating to the relative safety of the far edge. Each ant examined the “precipice” of that far edge–a drop of about 2 inches—a long way for an ant. Each then withdrew, and looked again.  The smaller ants huddled together, peering over the side.  The fire grew bigger, crept down the stick towards them.

Several times a large ant jumped off of the stick, then panicked and clambered back on, covered with ashes, only to face again the smoke and flames. The little ones helped to clean off the ashes from the jumper.  Finally, one by one, the 3 big ones crawled to the edge, leaped off for good, and ran across the still cool ashes there to safety.  Each ran a different direction at a different time.  It was every ant for himself, so to speak.

But the little ones remained clustered together, and ran back and forth as a group.  Finally, they seemed to make a decision.  They went back to the entrance of their former home, and arranged themselves in a circle around the nest opening, heads touching in the center, butts out.  They were prepared to die together.

This was not good.  I didn’t want to watch.  I put a small chunk of wood as a step for them at the end of the stick.  I took a small branch, and hit the burning wood softly, to vibrate it.  The 7 remaining ants immediately backed up and scurried together to the safety end of the stick.  Time was running short.  The ants needed to act soon and seemed to know it. They touched feelers again, then hurled themselves en masse off of the stick to the “step” and finally onto the ashes, a little black herd of ants rushing for safety.  All were saved.

What is the point of this story?  Well, I don’t know actually, but was glad it ended the way it did. It was very interesting to see the different behaviors, and surprising to see how the smaller ants behaved.  It does make me wonder about what the other creatures on the planet know, and how varied is their capacity to communicate, and even perhaps to empathize and think.

What finally happened to those ants?  The smaller ones scurried through the rock fire ring, and went back to the woods together.  The big ones each staked out a separate rock, and evidently deciding that it might be a good place to settle down.  They were still there 2 days later, foraging for crumbs in the daytime, hiding during cooking time, and no doubt enjoying their new warm hideways.

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