Wednesday, July 10, 2019

From Jim...

GROWING UP ROMAN CATHOLIC IN THE 1950S AND 60S, IT'S POSSIBLE I THOUGHT THAT ALL PRIESTS SPOKE WITH AN IRISH BROGUE. THE FOUNDING PASTOR OF OUR PARISH IN EVERETT, WA WAS WILLIAM PATRICK LANE, OF ABBYFEALE, CO. LIMERICK. A FEW YEARS LATER, WE WELCOMED OUR FIRST ASSISTANT PASTOR, HAROLD FRANCIS QUIGG, OF THE BOGSIDE, DERRY, NORTHERN IRELAND. AND IT'S ALSO POSSIBLE I THOUGHT THAT THE MOST AUTHORITATIVE TEACHERS ALWAYS DRESSED IN ANKLE LENGTH BLACK HABITS, WORE LARGE CRUCIFIXES, AND WERE ATTIRED IN HEAD GEAR REMINISCENT OF THE CANVAS COVER ON A CONESTOGA WAGON.
I DON'T REALLY RECALL WHAT IF ANY THOUGHTS I HAD ABOUT THE INHERENT CHARACTERISTICS OF THESE BEINGS. I EVENTUALLY LEARNED THAT THE PRESENCE OF IRISH PRIESTS WAS DUE TO A LACK OF NATIVE BORN AMERICAN CLERGY AND A SURPLUS OF PRIESTS IN OVERWHELMINGLY CATHOLIC IRELAND. AND I ALSO LEARNED THAT THERE WERE COMMUNITIES OF VOWED RELIGIOUS WOMEN DEDICATED TO A VARIETY OF APOSTOLATES, INCLUDING THE EDUCATION OF CHILDREN. IT TOOK ME A LITTLE LONGER TO RECOGNIZE AND UNDERSTAND WHAT MOTIVATED THESE MEN AND WOMEN. AND EVENTUALLY I WAS ABLE TO ACKNOWLEDGE FR. LANE AS AN INSPIRATION FOR MY OWN PRIESTLY VOCATION, AND TO REALIZE THAT WHAT MORAL GOODNESS I POSSESSED WAS DUE IN LARGE PART TO THE INFLUENCE OF MY PARENTS AND TO THAT OF THE SISTERS OF THE HOLY NAMES OF JESUS AND MARY.
I DISCOVERED THAT WHAT MOTIVATED THE MOST SINCERE AND DEDICATED CLERGY AND RELIGIOUS AMONG US WAS A SENSE OF MISSION. MISSION IS IN FACT KEY TO OUR CHRISTIAN LIFE. EACH OF US HAS BEEN BLESSED IN VARIOUS WAYS BY THOSE WHO HAVE RESPONDED TO THE SPIRIT’S CALL. THEY MAY NOT HAVE CARRIED THE DESIGNATION OF MISSIONARIES, BUT THEIR LIVES PROCLAIMED A GOSPEL OF SERVICE, A MINISTRY TO THOSE WHO HUNGERED FOR A WORD OF SAVING GRACE. AND THAT’S THE KIND OF LOVE THAT CAN DRAW FORTH FROM ANYONE RECEIVING THE MESSAGE A RESPONSE THAT IS EQUALLY MISSION-ORIENTED. OH, I DON’T NECESSARILY MEAN THAT THOSE WHO RESPOND TO SUCH A MESSAGE WILL SIGN UP TO LITERALLY PREACH TO THE UNCHURCHED, WHETHER IN OUR OWN SOCIETY OR IN OTHER CULTURES, BUT THAT THEY WILL SIMPLY BECOME VESSELS FOR THE NURTURING OF PEACE NO MATTER WHERE THEY LIVE OR WORK. AS JESUS TELLS US IN JOHN'S GOSPEL TODAY, LOVE IS NOT ABOUT PROMOTING ONE'S SELF, BUT IS ABOUT BEING A HOME FOR THE TRANSFORMATIVE WORKING OF GOD IN OUR LIVES AND IN THE LIVES OF THOSE WE ENCOUNTER.
YOU PROBABLY NOTICED THAT THERE IS SOMETHING MISSING FROM MY TESTIMONY TODAY. IT WAS NOT JUST CLERGY AND VOWED RELIGIOUS WHOSE WITNESS AND MINISTRY UPBUILT AND CONTINUE TO SUPPORT THE CHURCH. MY HOME PARISH AND SCHOOL WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN ESTABLISHED AND SURVIVED WITHOUT THE ACTIVE PARTICIPATION OF LAY WOMEN AND MEN WHO GAVE OF THEIR TIME, ENERGY, AND WITNESS. AS ONE VIVID EXAMPLE, I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER WHAT OUR HISTORY AND PE TEACHER SAID AS HE DRESSED DOWN A GROUP OF US BOYS REGARDING THE BULLYING OF A CLASSMATE. WHILE I HAD NOT PARTICIPATED IN THE TEASING, I WAS SINGLED OUT BY MR. HANLEY AS HAVING DONE NOTHING TO STOP IT. MORE WAS EXPECTED OF ME-- I WAS FAILING TO BE A MISSIONARY OF CHRIST. WHILE IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN UNREALISTIC TO EXPECT A 13 YEAR OLD TO RESPOND IN THIS SITUATION WITH COMPASSION--AND SOME COURAGE--I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT THAT MOMENT IS IMPRINTED ON MEI BELIEVE THAT KEEPING EARL HANLEY'S WORDS IN MIND OVER A LIFETIME HASHELPED ME TO BE MORE SENSITIVE TO THE SHUNNED AND THE OUTCAST.
THE SORT OF QUIET PRESENCE OF BEING A MISSIONARY IN PLACE THAT I'VE DESCRIBED MAY SEEM FAR REMOVED FROM THE DRAMATIC INCIDENTS IN THE ACTS OF THE APOSTLES. BUT TODAY’S READING FROM THE GREAT SAGA OF PAUL AND HIS COMPANIONS CONTAINS A COUPLE OF DETAILS HINTING AT JUST THIS KIND OF EVANGELIZING. FIRST, LUKE, THE WRITER OF ACTS, MAKES AN APPEARANCE. WHAT HAS PREVIOUSLY BEEN A THIRD PERSON ACCOUNT SUDDENLY BECOMES ONE IN THE FIRST PERSON. LUKE WRITES THAT WE SET SAIL FROM TROAS, WE REMAINED IN PHILIPPI FOR SOME DAYS, WE WENT OUTSIDE THE GATE BY THE RIVER. LUKE WAS THE PARTY’S GUIDE IN MACEDONIA, AND HIS FAMILIARITY WITH THE REGION SUGGESTS HE WAS IN FACT A MACEDONIAN. THE AGNOSTIC FRENCH WRITER EMMANUEL CARRERE HAS SPECULATED THAT IT WAS THE AUTHOR OF ACTS WHO SUGGESTED TO PAUL THAT HE WOULD FIND A RECEPTIVE AUDIENCE IN LUKE’S HOME REGION, AND THAT THE MAN OF MACEDONIA URGING SUCH A MISSION IN PAUL’S DREAM MAY WELL HAVE BEEN LUKE. HE FURTHER SPECULATES THAT LUKE LED PAUL AND THE OTHERS TO THE RIVER IN PHILIPPI TO MEET LYDIA AND THE WOMEN WHO WERE WITH HER. LYDIA’S TRUSTING HEART OPENED HER TO THE GOSPEL MESSAGE, AND SHE ASKED FOR BAPTISM FOR HERSELF AND HER FAMILY. A FEW YEARS LATER, PAUL WROTE A LETTER TO THE NOW ACTIVE CHRISTIAN COMMUNITY IN PHILIPPI. IT MAY NOT BE ALL THAT SPECULATIVE TO CONCLUDE THAT LYDIA, A SUCCESSFUL, ASTUTE MERCHANT, WAS A NATURAL MISSIONARY AMONG HER FELLOW TOWNSPEOPLE AND HELPED TO UPBUILD THE CHURCH.
THE INFLUENTIAL PRESENCE OF SUCH STRONG WOMEN AS LYDIA AND BRIGID OF KILDARE PROVIDES YET ANOTHER KEY TO THE MISSIONARY MINISTRY. THE EXPANSION OF THE MISSION THAT WOMEN HAVE ALWAYS TAKEN ON IN THE CHURCH ACCELERATED WITH THE DECLINE IN PRIESTLY VOCATIONS AND INCREASING RESIGNATIONS BEGINNING IN THE 1970S.  AS A PRIEST, I WAS BLESSED TO WORK WITH WOMEN WHO, LIKE LYDIA AND BRIGID, MADE HOSPITALITY A VITAL PART OF THEIR MINISTRY, AND WHO LIKE BRIGID DEDICATED THEMSELVES TO HEALING AND RECONCILIATION. THEY HAVE CONTINUED TO ASSUME VITAL ROLES, ESSENTIALLY TAKING ON MANY OF THE FUNCTIONS OF CLERGY. THEY ADMINISTER THE LIFE OF PARISHES AND HOLD DIOCESAN POSITIONS OF LEADERSHIP. THEY ARE PRIESTS IN ALL BUT NAME. MARY MCALEESE, A ROMAN CATHOLIC AND THE FORMER PRESIDENT OF IRELAND LAST YEAR CALLED THE CHURCH "AN EMPIRE OF MISOGYNY” BECAUSE OF THE EXCLUSION OF WOMEN FROM THE PRIESTHOOD. IN SPITE OF THIS, WITH OPEN HEARTS, CHURCH WOMEN HAVE BEEN CHANNELS OF THE SPIRIT, THE ADVOCATE JESUS SPEAKS OF IN JOHN’S GOSPEL, AND HAVE BECOME ADVOCATES THEMSELVES FOR THE POOR AND FOR OTHERS WHOSE VOICES ARE OFTEN SILENT, OR NOT HEARD. SO WE CANNOT THINK OF THEM AS GAP-FILLERS. THERE’S A WHOLISTIC QUALITY TO THEIR LIVES: LIKE BRIGID, PRAYER, EDUCATION, AND HOSPITALITY ARE HALLMARKS OF THEIR OUTREACH. THEY AREN’T SELF-APPOINTED MISSIONARIES, BUT RATHER LINKS IN A CHAIN OF RESPONSE TO THE GOSPEL.
THIS WAS THE PATTERN FOR LUKE, FOR LYDIA, AND FOR BRIGID, WHO TOOK CENTER STAGE BRIEFLY, BUT WHOSE IMPACT WAS AND IS NONETHELESS PROFOUND. AFTER THE MISSION TO MACEDONIA, LUKE DROPS OUT OF HIS OWN ACCOUNT AND RE-EMERGES IN ACTS SEVEN YEARS LATER. PERHAPS WE CAN IMAGINE HIM IN THOSE YEARS QUIETLY WORKING WITH LYDIA, NURTURING THE LITTLE CHURCH COMMUNITY IN PHILIPPI WHOSE SEEDS PAUL HAD PLANTED. IT MAY HAVE BEEN SUCH SHARED MINISTRY THAT INSPIRED THE GOSPEL LINKED TO LUKE'S NAME, WHICH LAYS MUCH EMPHASIS ON THE EXCLUDED, THE MARGINALIZED, AND THE FORGOTTEN CATEGORIES IN SOCIETY, AS THE AFRICAN JESUIT GEORGE MACHARIA NJERI HAS WRITTEN.
FR. MACHARIA ALSO POINTS OUT THAT IN LUKE'S GOSPEL, WOMEN FEATURE PROMINENTLY AND SHARE IN THE MINISTRY OF CHRIST WITHOUT DISCRIMINATION OR BIAS. AS OUR TOUR LEADERS FRANK AND THERESA HAVE POINTED OUT, THERE ARE MEDIEVAL IRISH TEXTS CELTING TING FEMALE AGENCY AND AUTHORITY, THE POWER OF WOMENSAINTS, AND THE STRONG BONDS BETWEEN RELIGIOUS MEN AND WOMEN. BRIGID MAY WELL HAVE BEEN ORDAINED A BISHOP -- AND NOT BY ACCIDENT -- AND FOR MANY CENTURIES, HER SUCCESSORS HELD EPISCOPAL STATUS. THE PRACTICE WAS TO END AT THE INSISTENCE OF AN ITALIAN CARDINAL REPRESENTING THE POPE AT THE SYNOD OF KELLS-MELLIFONT IN 1152. AS RELIGIONPROFESSOR MAEVE CALLAN HAS POINTED OUT, MARY MCALEESE'S CRITICISM OF AN ALL-MALE, CELIBATE CLERGY IS LESS A RADICAL INNOVATION THAN A RETURN TO CERTAIN MEDIEVAL IRISH CATHOLIC ROOTS.
BRIGID'S MINISTRY IS SAID TO HAVE INCLUDED VISITS TO VARIOUS DISTRICTS IN IRELAND; UNLIKE SUCH FIGURES AS COLUMBA, COLUMBANUS, AND GALL, SHE DID NOT TRAVEL FAR GEOGRAPHICALLY TO PROCLAIM THE GOSPEL. THE EARLIEST BIOGRAPHY OF BRIGID CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING LINES: 'SAINT BRIGID WAS NOT GIVEN TO SLEEP, NOR WAS SHE INTERMITTENT ABOUT GOD'S LOVE.' WHILE WE RECOGNIZE THE MYTH MAKING POTENTIAL BEHIND THE FIRST LINE, THE SECOND HAS THE RING OF TRUTH-- TO NOT BE INTERMITTENT ABOUT GOD'S LOVE. I DARE SAY MOST OF US ARE PERIODIC ABOUT GOD'S LOVE. WOULD THAT WE AND ALL WHO PROFESS CHRISTIAN FAITH NEVER BE INTERMITTENT ABOUT THE LOVE OF GOD. THE INFLUENCE OF BRIGID OF KILDARE IS FELT AROUND THE WORLD TO THIS DAY, AND INSPIRES MANY WHO SERVE THOSE IN WANT, WHO WORK FOR PEACE AND JUSTICE, WHO STRIVE TO HEAL OUR WOUNDED PLANET.
IN OUR WORSHIP HERE TODAY, WE RECOGNIZE THAT WE ARE AT ONCE PILGRIMS AND MISSIONERS. AS JANET INGRAHAM REMINDED US LAST WEEK IN ST DAVIDS, THE CELTIC CHURCH ENCOURAGED PILGRIMAGE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, A CHOICE TO LET GO OF THE MATERIAL TRAPPINGS OF LIFE AND TO PLACE ULTIMATE VALUE ON THE SPIRITUAL. IN WORDS PURPORTEDLY SPOKEN BEFORE HIS DEATH, ST. DAVID SAID 'BE JOYFUL, AND KEEP YOUR FAITH AND YOUR CREED. DO THE LITTLE THINGS THAT YOU HAVE SEEN ME DO AND HAVE HEARD ABOUT.'PERHAPS IN READING AND HEARING ABOUT THE GREAT THINGS THE SAINTS HAVE DONE--THE MIRACULOUS HEALINGS AND WONDER WORKING--WE ARE DISTRACTED FROM THE SIMPLE TRUTHNAMELY THAT THEIR LIVES AND OURS ARE MADE UP OF LITTLE THINGS, AND THAT THOSE THINGS DONE IN LOVE SANCTIFY A LIFE AND ARE A BLESSING FOR OTHERS.
MAY OUR PILGRIMAGE AND OUR PRAYER THIS DAY AND ALL DAYS NURTURE THE FAITH GIFTED TO US, AND HELP US DO THE LITTLE THINGS IN LOVE. AND LIKE THE LIVES OF LUKE AND LYDIA, OF DAVID AND BRIGID, MAY THAT HUMBLE FAITH RADIATE FROM OUR COMMUNITIES TO TOUCH ALL CORNERS OF OUR EARTH.

Eulogy for my cousin...

On my pilgrimage, I reflected back on this beautiful eulogy.,,

For Mary Milligan, RSHM

Each of us has shared in the life and love of the woman in whose memory we gather this evening to keep vigil. Mary Milligan and I shared two loves:  A love of theology, and a love of most, if not all, things French.
The German Lutheran theologian Dorothee Soelle sums up the theologian’s habit, the theologian’s quest over the course of a lifetime, in the lapidary phrase:  “There are never enough names and images for what we love.” 
When Mary Milligan said goodbye to Saint John’s Seminary in Camarillo several years ago, she handed me this small card.  On it are 43 names for the one she loved above all others and all else.  Here are just a few of those names:
Gracious gift, timeless mystery, silent listener, passionate presence, giver of all gifts, crutch for those who limp, sight to the blind, holy light, breath that I breathe. . . God.
“There are never enough names.”  What are the names for the one we have loved, whose loving without calculation has brought us to this place named Sacred Heart:  Mickey, Mother Bernard Marie, truly our sister, Mary.  Woman of the Word.Lover of Learning. Teacher. Grace.  Poise. Quiet zeal.  Faithful, hopeful, loving companion.  Friend. Vigilant.  Alert.  Attentive. Receptive.  Beholding beauty.  The woman who could never say no to God.  “Dieu le veut ainsi!” God wishes it so.  And so!  The woman of goodbyes:  to family, Los Angeles, New York,Beziers and Neuilly in France, to Rome and Brazil and Portugal and Zimbabwe and Zambia, to Camarillo, Montebello and Orange in California.  

The woman whose heart just would not stop beating when the rest of her had gone from us.  Mary whose heart would not quit, only quieted, and now quickens us with all the love one heart can hold.  “There are never enough names.”
On the morning of her passing I read aloud to Mary the scriptures of the day.  I chuckled an apology to her because it was the Gospel of Luke, not John – the one she knew and loved so well.  In the afternoon I wanted to read the psalms to her.  I took one of several bibles from her shelf.  Marking the place of the first Psalm in her bible was this small sheet of paper.  In Mary’s distinctive hand are these words:
God of 1,000 names, faces.  We gather here in your holy presence once more this day.  We have met you in so many ways, in so many places and in no place at all.
Send us your Spirit, your Sophia, your wisdom to help us discover again your feminine face – a face of beauty which brings us all to new birth.”
If Mary knew how to speak to God, indeed to speak the language of God, she knew just as well how to speak the language of the angels – French.  Over many years I would greet her in the words of the angel Gabriel, the opening of the Hail Mary:  Je vous salut Marie!  Salut Michel, ca va?  Our conversation would continue and, of course, she would outpace me every time.  She was fluent in speaking the language of angels – Angels -- those messengers, bearers of glad tidings, harbingers of good news in every place, time and tongue.

On parting it was always tout a l’heure (see you soon) or au revoir (see you again).  But this night we gather to say “Adieu.”   A final farewell.  Goodbye.  Dieu – to God.
The God of 1,000 names, faces – en plus – still more.  And still more again.
Mary, you have told us what you have seen along the way. Now rest.  And wait for us in that place – which is no place at all – in that name whose name above all naming is love – where we will never have to say goodbye to you again.                    Michael Downey April 8, 2011

Sunday, June 16, 2019

Deb’s final reflections

A Deaconess View of Pilgrimage

During our pilgrimage, we encountered many aspects that are true of anyone’s faith journey:
You may face danger, as the woman who had fallen at Saint Govan’s Chapel or times of scarcityas those now in the field at Monasterboice(potato famine).
Still, Travel light, what you carry will weigh you down like the heavy ceiling that caused the supports to stagger under its weight at Saint David’s Cathedral. 
The path will be narrow, especially when ascending. Consider the stairways at the Bishop’s Palace (Saint David’s), Cardiff Keep or even the narrow lanes that Peter had to negotiate as we traveled by bus.
It is a gift to be able to follow in the footstepsof previous pilgrims (Nevern); their footsteps allow us to find the Way.
God’s message of love is all around us as we journey.  Those Psalms memorized (23, 24, 46) will speak to us as we delight in God’s object lessons (sheep, hills, sea, fortresses) and remind us of God’s grace and constancy.
There are unexpected giftsif we only have eyes to see.  Christine at Melangell’s Church reminded us that, while we may be thinking: “It’s a shame about the crack!”, others will see a blessing. So be attentive or you might miss it. (Charles and I walked the Green Road at Glendalough and walked right by St. Kevin’s well.)
And remember, theLight gets through in seemingly impossible and surprising ways as at Newgrange, the “mistaken” ordination of Saint Brigid as bishop and the Green Party winning the Irish election!
Wemake provision for the weakeramong us.  A helpful hand over a stile (Glendalough) or a Leper’s window at Saint Beuno’s chapel blesses us all.
Butmake no provision for evil.  Protection has been sought through yew trees (various cemeteries), gargoyles, etc.  We pray regularly: “Deliver us from evil”.
Humor helps as we journey with others and put up with each other’s foibles, as Sisters Mary and Rita demonstrated so well to us at Saint Brigid’s, or with our own! (Leslie shared her Museum incident in Dublin).

We need, and are invited into, Community. As the monks at Clonmacnoise, Glendalough, and the sisters at Kildare have known, we are at our best as we connect with one another in community.  It was a blessing to us all to worship with the whole communion of saints: past and present at Kildare.
A special gift is an“anam cara”, or kindred soul.  As we celebrate the gift of friendship and our time together, I am reminded of the wording from the Lutheran Book of Worship at the time of a funeral: “We thank you for giving us_____to know and love as a companion in our pilgrimage on earth, “and at the commendation: “a sheep of your own fold, a lamb of your own flock, a sinner of your own redeeming”

May God grant you grace as you continue on your lifelong pilgrimage, Deb 



Tuesday, June 04, 2019

Carreg Samson, ancient funerary site

Frank’s prayer at Carreg Samson

We thank you, Lord, that you have left nopeople anywhere without some knowledge of you.  We thank you that the Light of your love has shined on every people, in every place, in every time.  We thank you that your Light, which shined on the people who built this monument, prepared the way for the Light of Christ to shine in this land.  And we thank you that the Christian missionaries, who brought the good news of the Gospel to the descendants of those who assembled these stones, did not disdain the truth these ancient people had accurately perceived, but somehow were able to take it up into the further truth about Jesus that was being revealed. 

Help us, O Lord, to recognized your truth as it is perceived and cherished by others who may be different from us, so that we may work together to make your reign a reality on earth.

Thanks be to you, O God, for your holiness which is manifest everywhere.  Give us eyes to see your Glory, we pray in Jesus’ name, Amen.

Monday, May 27, 2019

Father Patrick at Glendalough

I wanted to make a few reflections before I depart for dinner and an evening at the Merry Plowboy traditional Irish music pub
(which I know I will love you for the dancing and the music.)

Still, today felt like another sacred day as we met for early morning prayer and then went to the visitor center to hear a video presentation on Glendalough.  Then we were so blessed to have Father Patrick Murphy from the Tearmann Spirituality Center give us a tour of the monastic city.  He led us quietly through the old remains of the medieval monastery highlighting St. Kevin and St. Ciernan.  He then took us on a guided spiritual walk along the green rode, stopping to remind us to turn off our cell phones and put our cameras away. 

He encouraged us to walk as the ancient Celts would have done.  Like the sisters at the Saint Bridget center, he spoke of man’s damage to the earth and overconsumption.  Greed.  Need for solitude and reflection in our lives.  It resonated with each of us because we’re all guilty of wanting and using more than we need. 

He stopped along the way and offered poems and prayers from Scripture, Psalms... he recited  poems from Irish authors...  providing history as well as spiritual insights. 

I wanted to remember each word he said as I reenter my busy life on Friday.  

At the little lake, he asked us to reflect on past hurts in our lives and to go down to the water and with our hands reach down and lift up some water and let it fall back down ... along with all our worries, regrets, hurts. 

One by one, when we were ready... we followed his advice and went down to the waters edge in silence. 

We then walked briskly along the green trail approaching the second larger lake where we made a detour to a small sacred ruin where It is believed that Saint Kevin was buried.  

We had another reflection there read by Deb.  We then walked on to the other side of the lake where we could see some ancient ruins where it is thought the original monastery might’ve been built.

Saint Kevin’s cave/cell is there where he took refuge and lived as the ascetic missionary he was.  

The rain clouds opened and rained on us as we walked back to our hotel.

I was grateful for a couple of hours to stay in my room, relax, and reflect on the messages that Father Patrick gave us. It was another beautiful, beautiful day.

It is a little bit of a strange juxtaposition to be out walking where the Saints walked in their monastery days, where they lived frugally and simply and then to return to a beautiful hotel with beautiful meals.  it is a little bit jarring.