Monday, November 11, 2013

Two Very Busy Weeks


32nd Tuesday in Ordinary Time 
12 November 2013
Wis 2:23; 3:1-9
Ps 34:2-3,16-17,18-19
Lk 17:7-10

A verse from today's first reading figures in one of the world's great musical offerings.  Johannes Brahms' German Requiem is a magnificent composition.  It is composed of verses from both the Old and New Testaments in much the same was as Handel's Messiah.  Unlike the Latin Requiem Mass that prays for the dead, in sometimes terrifying imagery, such as the Dies Irae of Verdi's Requiem, the Brahms, is addressed to us, the living.  It is addressed to those who must go on after the death of a loved one.  It comforts us and it instructs us. The requiem begins with the beatitude “Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted.”   Sometimes that comfort is a long time in coming as we struggle with the pain of separation, as we try to make sense of that which does not make sense, as we ask “Why? ”and hear only silence in reply.

The third section of the Requiem begins with Psalm 39:3-4, and ends with a splendid fugue for chorus taken from Wisdom 3:1, found in today's reading.

“The souls of the just
are in the hands of God
and no torment
shall touch them.” 

What greater comfort can there be for us, the living, than the assurance that the souls of those whom we love are in the hands of God? How great a comfort is it to know that they are no longer subject to the torments of this world?  Because the writer of Wisdom is certain that the souls of the just are in the hands of God we hear later in the Requiem one of its most spectacular passages when the full force of the large chorus asks in wave after wave of sound:

O death, where is thy sting?

O grave, where is thy victory?”

The victory of the grave is an illusion.  The victory of the grave is an illusion because, as Wisdom tells us a bit later in the reading, The faithful shall abide with him in love.  Because grace and mercy are with his holy ones, and his care is with his elect."

For this reason we can sing with the psalmist,

"When the just cry out, the Lord hears them,
and from all their distress he rescues them.
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted;
and those who are crushed in spirit he saves."
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The past two weeks have been chaotic. There was a death in the community, multiple trips to the hospital with several of the men, visits to those who were admitted, and then last Tuesday, a drive to D.C. to drop off one of the men and his belonging as he takes up a new assignment in D.C.

After leaving D.C. I headed up to my sister's house in Wilmington, DE where I left the car in the driveway and flew to Florida. On Tuesday of last week I addressed the Collier County Alzheimer's Association, one of the model programs for Alzheimer's care in the U.S., on the topic: Three Ethical Dilemmas in Alzheimer's Disease: Early Diagnosis, Treatment and Driving. I've spoken there before so this was a bit of a reunion, though it was a delayed reunion as I was originally scheduled to speak in February of 2012. However, cardiac surgery and the need to move to Boston made it impossible.

The weather was spectacular.  I now understand why people move to Florida.  However, I also know what the summers are like.  I'll stay in the north thank you. 

I intentionally did not take the camera to Florida so as to be undistracted while making a short retreat with the Passionists in West Palm Beach (spectacular retreat house) and mulling over a few things.  Then there was the weight issue on the plane.  Trying to limit myself to carry-on and a briefcase I wanted to keep things light.  It worked.  

While in Florida I had a chance to catch up with a med school classmate who lives in Palm Beach Gardens and then stayed with another, who invited me to speak, in Naples.  

However, in keeping with the general theme of water, some photos from the recent cruise of Boston Harbor.  It is inexpensive and I highly recommend it.  After the cruise my guests wanted to stop at the aquarium gift shop.  The camera got quite a workout.

First, the views from the water.  The Boston skyline is very nice.  The absolute best view of Boston is found in the winter along the MIT side of the Charles River.  Splendid.   But this was OK too.  I don't think the cruise goes out during the night or I would take it.

Old Ironsides remains a commissioned Navy vessel.  It maintains that commission by being sailed one nautical mile every year on 4 July.  Because Jerry is 6'3" we chose not to disembark and tour the vessel.  Sailors were shorter in the past. 


There was also a more contemporary ship available to tour. 

Now, what I've been waiting to post.  Tchotchke Heaven.  It is amazing what people will buy when on vacation.  The gift shop at the aquarium was tremendous.  Taking photos of stuff like this is a lot of fun.  
First, a blown glass jelly fish tree ornament (I guess). 

Multi-colored candle holders or shot glasses or something.  Not sure I would drink single malt out of something this colorful.  


These are apparently pastel jelly fish in glass.  I guess boys get blue ones and girls get pink.  

Penguin parent and kiddo.  What does one do with something like this after about a week? 

Or the dolphins?

 Hippocampus anyone? 

Swimming turtles.  This is reminiscent of something one might find during the Dance of the Hours in Disney's absolutely brilliant Fantasia.  The rhinos dancing in tutus never fails to crack me up.

 This blown glass produced an interesting effect.  The bokeh background came into sharp focus in the glass itself.  That blew me away.  Apparently the aquarium people have a thing for jellyfish.  

 It was fun to photograph.  And there is no buyer's remorse. 
Not certain why there are two different sized fonts above.  
+Fr. Jack, SJ, MD


Sunday, October 27, 2013

A Brilliant Autumn and the Approach of EST


30th Sunday in Ordinary Time

Sir 35:12-14; 16-18
Ps 34: 2-3, 17-18, 19, 23
2 Tim 4:6-8, 16-18
Lk 18:9-14


The New American Bible and the Revised Standard Version translate the lines from Sirach a bit differently.  As we just heard from the NAB, “though not unduly partial toward the weak, yet he hears the cry of the oppressed” while the RSV translates the same line “He will not show partiality in the case of the poor, and he will listen to the prayer of one who is wronged.”   While the tax collector was not exactly poor or powerless he was certainly marginalized because of his perceived cooperation with the Romans and his ability to take a cut of the taxes for himself.  The Pharisee earned his money in more acceptable ways, at least in the eyes of some.

Both Sirach and the Gospel deal in stereotypes.  Stereotypes are statistics in narrative form.  When applied to large groups they have a kernel of truth, which, like the mathematical statistics that are taking over even the simplest decisions in the practice of medicine, may be invalid in any particular case.  For example, Asian men have black hair and are shorter than American men.  However, one need only look at the photo from my ordination, in which Ignatius, a 6'3" black-haired Taiwanese Jesuit towers over this 5'11" American, to see that only part of the stereotype applies. 

Being poor, being marginalized, or being oppressed do not automatically make one just, noble or good.  They do not automatically make one humble nor do they confer particular graces exclusive to those states.  None of them are adequate rationalizations or excuses for sinful behavior.  Think back to the song “Gee, Officer Krupke” in West Side Story which includes the line “We’re depraved on accounta we’re deprived.”  Perhaps the Jets were depraved on accounta' they were depraved. Justice.  Humility.  Grace.  All require cooperation of the individual  regardless of bank account or social standing. 

What would our understanding of the Pharisee and the tax-collector be if the roles were reversed?  Suppose the Pharisee acknowledged his sinfulness and the tax-collector boasted of his fundamental righteousness, or, to put it into more contemporary terms, suppose it was the tax-collector who was afflicted with high self-esteem instead of the Pharisee.  Who would be the good guy then?

In his commentary on this Gospel Luke Timothy Johnson includes an important caveat.  “The parable itself is one that invites internalization by every reader because it speaks to something deep within the heart of every human.  The love of God can easily turn into an idolatrous self-love; the gift can quickly be seized as a possession; what comes from another can be turned into self-accomplishment.  Prayer can be transformed into boasting.  Piety is not an unambiguous posture.”   The contemplative literature contains many references to the sin of taking pride in one’s humility.  It is a strong temptation. Only a very fine line separates humility and exaggerated self-esteem.

In reality we all pray in the manner of the Pharisee at times.  Even the humble tax-collector probably lapsed into the same kind of critical “there-but-for-the-grace-of-God-go-I” prayer as the Pharisee.   If nothing else the daily examen should keep us realistically humble. 

Paul’s words in the letter to Timothy are significant in that they illustrate that we are all, rich and poor, oppressed and powerful, and in any social stratum, capable of dishonorable behavior.  “At my first defense, no one appeared on my behalf, but everyone deserted me.”   Everyone.  Not those with the most to lose but everyone.  And then he goes on.

“But the Lord stood by me and gave me strength.”

Our only hope is in the Lord.  Our only life raft is prayer. 
 
Last Sunday we heard Ps 121:

"I lift up my eyes toward the mountains;
whence shall help come to me?
My help is from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth.

My help is from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth."

Today, in Ps 34, we hear:

"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted;
and those who are crushed in spirit he saves.
The Lord redeems the lives of his servants;
no one incurs guilt who takes refuge in him."

St. Ignatius understood human nature well.  Had he lived a few centuries later he would have been a tremendous psychiatrist.  He was aware that all of us are capable of opting for the good and the holy.  Poverty and disadvantage are no more get out of jail free cards than riches and comfort are go directly to jail do not pass go orders.  All of us are sinners.  All of us are called to prayer.  All of us are called to holiness.  Rich or poor.  Pharisee or tax-collector.  Democrat or Republican.   No one is saved or damned because of his financial status, political affiliation or any other characteristic save that of being human.

"The Lord redeems the lives of his servants;
no one incurs guilt who takes refuge in him.

Stay with that thought for the rest of the day."
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This autumn has been a tremendous one.  Most of the guys in the house agree that the leaves have been more vibrant than they've been in the past several years.  ONe of the great gifts of being back in the North where I belong as opposed to the wrong side of the Mason-Dixon Line, is the aromas of autumn here in New England.  There was some rain overnight.  The outdoor temp was around forty (it was twenty-eight yesterday morning).  The indescribable aroma of autumn made me want to stay outdoors all day.  But, because I have to finish a lecture I am giving in Florida in a week, that is not possible.  

Al, one of my roommates at Penn State, and his wife Karen, came to visit.  We've known each other for 45 years.  They wanted to visit nearby Walden Pond.  Great place to visit on a Wednesday afternoon.  I wouldn't even think about taking someone there on a lovely Saturday afternoon in the fall.  The leaves were about two days from absolute peak.  





Campion looks pretty good too.  The first photo has greeted me every morning for the past weeks.  The second was down by the pond when I was showing Al and Karen around.  



Had to make an unanticipated trip to the retreat house in Gloucester, MA two days ago.  Of course I took the camera.  This is the delivery road.  Niles Pond is just to the right of the brush with the Atlantic just behind where I was standing to take the photo.


A week later Jerry who I've known for 63 years and his wife Ruth came up.  Only because they were here did I go on the Boston Harbor Cruise to the Charlestown Navy Yard, a delightful 45 minute trip around the harbor.  The other cruise options were already closed for the season.  Plans for next spring will include one or two of the tours.  The first is the American Flag taken through the T sign.  The other is a portion of the Boston skyline. 



+Fr. Jack, SJ, MD