St. Joseph and our Happy, Holy Days

If we had reality TV and Time Magazine back in the days of Christ, do you think anyone would have paid any attention to what Joseph quietly accomplished?  Sometimes our quiet, unassuming Christian lives can seem to go unnoticed and perhaps seem unimportant.  And yet, were it not for St. Joseph and the decision he took to take Mary as his wife, things would have been very different. 

The Gospel describes Joseph as a righteous man.  A devout and practicing Jew who knew and believed the word of God, and given the opportunity to do God’s will, he did.  The choice wasn’t easy.  But in this and in all things, God gives us the choice.

We can be, like Joseph, open to God.  We can trust in Him.  God came to Joseph through an angel in a dream, and we can hear the word of God, to prayerfully discern his will for us only when we have surrendered.  In Joseph’s case to sleep, in our case to the peace of Christ, surrendering our notions of what’s important to the world, the awards and recognition, the gossip, the passive lies, the need for acceptance, the endless drone of the television and the internet, the celebrity news.
 
To look to, to pray to, to ask the intercession of St. Joseph is to connect with a man who not only touched and guided the young Jesus, but who was in effect himself very personally in a sacramental encounter with Christ, with his eyes firmly fixed on the glory of the Father as we are every time we come to Mass.

This is our Christmas.  This is what makes these very happy, holy days

Correct a Little

There is a popular belief that a Catholic should not bring his or her faith into the workplace.

Nonsense.  When I'm not a deacon, which is never, but when I'm not doing specific diaconal work I am like most men my age, in the workplace earning a salary and supporting my family.

Pope Francis recently quoted Pope John XXIII and if I hadn't been purposely reading a Catholic magazine there's no way I would have found this in the mainstream secular media. It jumped out of the page. He said,

"See everything; turn a blind eye to much; correct a little."

I could have used this advice when I first started in management, and John XXIII expresed this Christian sentiment many years before that. Had I been reading up on my faith as diligently as I was all those motivational books there might be far fewer apologies owed to those who reported to me over the last three decades.

See everything: A manager's job is to see everything. We either know what is or what was going on, or we ought to have known. No excuses. No avoiding responsibility by deliberately not knowing.  A Catholic's responsibility is much the same.

Turn a blind eye too much: Here's my personal failing, while we're in the corporate confessional. I have felt compelled to comment, correct and coerce obsessively all in the name of developing my direct reports. In fact, I've been holding them back. People need the opportunity to venture, discover, be right and be wrong.

People don't need to be judged.

Correct a little: This is when we don't, or can't turn a blind eye for the good of the individual, the good of the company, and for our career.  This when we can't be a barrier to another's salvation simply by inaction.

I suspect the need to correct others is far less often than we think; certainly far less than I've felt necessary, to be truthful.

This quote from Pope John XXIII is radically different from almost every accepted management practice and wasn't specifically targeted to the workplace, rather to the church (the people of faith) to bring it into their families, communities and businesses. Is there a place for a strong, practical, practicing Catholic faith in the workplace?

We can't afford there not to be.

Catholic as Charged

In the Gospel for today Jesus asks

“Do you think that I have come to bring peace to the world? No, I tell you, but rather division.”

He goes on to describe families torn apart by Christianity.  He speaks about bringing fire to the earth.  This is a far cry from the peace loving, hand-holding, welcoming handsome Jesus with the sparkling blue eyes, great beard and a good head of hair we see in popular art.  Jesus the hippie.  Peace, not war.

 I could never pull off the hippie look, and I don't think Jesus does either.  Because, as our peace loving friends from the 60s soon found out, just having a peace and love agenda does not guarantee our neighbours are going to see it that way.

And so what do we do when faced with inevitable opposition to the Catholic message?  Do we stand firm, or do we obfuscate and hide the message in socially palatable terms?

Jesus demands we have the courage of our convictions, the courage of his conviction.  We risk ridicule, family strife and even unemployment when we stand for that which we know to be right, and against that which we know to be wrong and which threatens the salvation of those for whom we care.

When we water down our Catholic values, we risk extinguishing the flame of truth.

There will come a day when our words and actions as Catholics will come back not to haunt us, but to accuse us.   As Father Jim Roche, Pastor at Corpus Christi in Windsor used to ask, "if being Catholic was a crime, would there be enough evidence to convict us?"

Pray that the answer is yes.  There also will come a day when we stand before the eternal judge and answer the question, "did you speak my truth?"

Pray for our brothers and sisters, the Egyptian Coptics who face persecution and death for following Christ.  August 18, 2013

More than my Waist Line has Inflated Since 1979

Here are some things I pay for today that weren't on my tab when I first moved out of the parental home all those years ago:

• Internet 
• Cable
• Telephone  $160, a bundle of internet, cable and home phone
• Cell phone  $65
• iPod $200 +/-

Here's what those things cost me in 1979:

• Internet  $0
• Cable - less than $10, I can't remember exactly; maybe I didn't have cable
• Telephone $9.95 + long distance calls (rarely, and very short)
• Cell phone $0.  Pay phones cost $.10 a call, maybe I spent a buck a year.
• Stamps for letters and cards and bill payments I mailed - probably $30 a year tops
• A Sony Walkman, first edition $350
• Batteries for said Walkman - incalculable.  It chewed through two C cells for every 8-10 tapes, more if I used Fast Forward and Rewind

Of course I spent more on books and magazines, tapes and LPs, cigarettes and booze, and trouble in general in those days (mind you, I had to go out to find it.)   

Now trouble comes right into my home.  Aaah, the price of convenience.

Resting in the House of God

26th Sunday in Ordinary time, Year B
This week's Gospel is from Mark 9:30-37 in which the disciples learn a lesson in envy, humility and  faith.

In one telling scene outside of these important life lessons, Jesus asks his disciples as they walked through Galilee, "what were you arguing about?"  (The disciples were arguing about which of them was the greatest.)  They respond as many of us do when faced with a realization we have strayed from the teachings of Christ...dead silence.  Jesus doesn't judge, but he doesn't pull any punches when he confronts our sinfulness.

No wonder the disciples feared to answer.  When conscience catches up with us we want to go silent.  Perhaps we dread the Sacrament of Reconciliation with God for our sins.  Perhaps we dread confessing the same sin, again and again.

What is essential to the growth of our relationship with Christ is to look up from our feet and speak our truth.  We messed up, we strayed from the path, we forgot the teaching, we actually believed we were out of God's earshot or sight.

Jesus invites us to confront our sinfulness, regularly.  And like the disciples in this Gospel reading, we have the opportunity at Mass to take a break from the journey of life and rest for a while in the house of God; to learn at the feet of Jesus the rabbi.

We should take it.  See you next Sunday.

Why Catholics shouldn’t put their faith in Paul Ryan - The Globe and Mail

His butchering of papal teaching on the doctrine of subsidiarity, his love affair with the rugged individualism of Ayn Rand (the very antithesis of Catholic communitarianism) although now forsworn, and his quirky recasting of the liberationist notion of the preferential option for the poor, amply demonstrate that his ready command of the minutiae of budget formulas and economic forecasting do not translate into a penetrating or even accurate appropriation of the more philosophical side of things.

Read more of Michael Higgins commentary here:

Why Catholics shouldn’t put their faith in Paul Ryan - The Globe and Mail:

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I'm Done on This Side

This week we celebrated the feast of St. Lawrence, who was famously reported to have said, while he was being tortured to death over a slow roasting pit of coals, "Turn me over, I'm done on one side already!"

Whether this be lore or legend, one can almost hear this most famous of deacons thumbing his nose at authority with these or similar words, as he did when asked to turn over all the riches of the church to the Emperor Valerian in 258 AD.  Deacon Lawrence gathered the poor and presented them to the Emperor.  "Here are the riches of the church."  The man who was to become a saint had a special place in his heart for the poor, and little use for unreasonable civil authority.

We, today, face the same command from society.  "Turn over the riches of your church!  Renounce your faith.  The Catholic church needs to get with the times!"  Litigating the church into receivership will not end the faith any more than it will end poverty, as history has proven.

Catholics are being slowly roasted on the gridiron of popular opinion because of our stand on the slaughter of the unborn to the culling of the human herd and the human condition between.  Get with the times?  No, it is the times that need to get with the Church.

When we are accused of being Catholic and our crimes against modern mores listed, we can start with a prayer to God in thanks for the opportunity to suffer for Him.

And as we weary of the incessant nattering, I for one, will be quoting St. Lawrence.

"Turn me over.  I'm done on this side."