Pauca Verba is Latin for A Few Words.

Monday, June 28, 2021

Prayers for Surfside



 For Those Who Mourn

Almighty God, your Son, Jesus Christ, entered the place of burial to restore life to Lazarus and to give comfort and words of hope to Martha and Mary. Give courage and faith to all who mourn, that they may have strength to meet the days to come with steadfastness and patience; not sorrowing as those without hope, but in thankful remembrance of your great goodness in past years, and in the sure expectation of a joyful reunion with those we love; this we ask in the Name of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

For Those Who Die Suddenly

Lord, as we mourn the sudden deaths of so many, comfort us with the great power of your love and strengthen us in our faith that they are with you forever. Amen.

For the Dead

Almighty God, whose love extends to realms we cannot reach: we commend to your care those who have departed from us but not from you. Grant to them the unending joys of your glorious Kingdom of light and peace, in the blessed company of all your faithful in every time and place. We ask this through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.




Sunday, June 27, 2021

Manet's Pinks and Clematis in a Crystal Vase ~ and Seeking God's Face

 


This small painting, Pinks and Clematis in a Crystal Vase by Edouard Manet (1832-1883) is one of sixteen paintings the artist completed shortly before his death. The images can be found in a lovely book titled: The Last Flowers of Manet by Robert Gordon and Andrew Forge. The foreword begins:

The sixteen flower paintings reproduced together here for the first time were painted during the last months of Manet's life. He had been ill for several years and, in spite of heroic treatments, his condition was getting worse. Gradually he had come to accept the curbs of his illness. He had been working on a smaller scale. He had been working in pastel, a less demanding medium than oil. Witnesses tell us, he had only been able to to paint for limited periods, then he would rest on a couch to look at what he had done and chat with friends...So these flower paintings belong to a period of decline and, one must imagine, of occasional despair.  But even at his most bitter moments Manet's spirits would revive at the sight of flowers. "I would like to paint them all, " he would say.


This crystal vase with the gold decoration appears in a number of Manet's flower paintings. Notice how clean and bright the water and glass are. Were the few flowers tied together before being placed in water? The stems of the 'pinks' (also called dianthus) are plain to see, but not the purple clematis, because the clematis is a vine — a seemingly unstoppable vine that will attach itself to any tree, fence, post or neighbor plant.

The clematis then is symbolic of the searcher, the one who reaches and stretches to investigate or know. 


"If you find your delight in the Lord, he will grant you your heart's desire." Psalm 36:4

"Let there be rejoicing and gladness for all who seek you. Let him say forever, 'God is great,' who love your saving help." Psalm 69:5

"Consider the Lord and his strength; constantly seek his face." Psalm 104:4

"You will seek me and find me when you search for me with all your hearts." Jeremiah 29:13

"Seek the Lord while he may be found, call upon him while he is near."  Isaiah 55:6


It's strange that someone would claim to have no idea what it means to search for or seek after God. Our culture is rife with examples of searching: search engine, searching for a house, searching for a bargain, a  doctor, dentist, surgeon, investment, school, neighborhood, a certain "look." 

Searching for or seeking after God is really a poetic way of searching for God's presence in intimacy. That's not the same as finding the guru-priest everyone is talking about, getting retro-religion, reading religious how-to books. Intimacy is found in silence — hard to come by. Thomas Merton complained that his monastery (Gethsemane) was a noisy place, the tractors growling below in the fields. Merton would also be the first to tell us that even if the monastery was audibly silent, his mind could be terribly agitated and noisy. But, "The thing you pay attention to increases," AA teaches.

I would suggest perhaps one way to step into a God-seeking silence is by gazing. Looking. Not trying to have profound thoughts — or any thoughts for that matter — just looking. We do it when we see a new baby. We do it when there is a particularly colorful sunrise or sunset. We do it when we notice someone or something uniquely beautiful. I've met men who gaze longingly at cars!

This blog posts three times each week: Tuesday, Thursday, Sunday. Each post is introduced by a picture. I always have it mind that these pictures have the ability to grab our attention. People often comment on the picture and not on the accompanying text. That's fine. For me, the picture is as important as anything I hope to say (maybe even more so). We can try a little spiritual exercise and scroll around in the blog's archives. See if there's a picture that grabs your attention. Spend a minute with it. I'd suggest there is something of the divine in each of them.

But let's remember this too — God may be saying — I searched for and found YOU long before you had any thought of looking for me. In the Jesus parable of the lost and found sheep (Luke 15:3-6) — the sheep hasn't got a clue that the shepherd has gone out on a wild search for it. The only thing the sheep has on his/her mind is the eating of the next clump of grass, which may well be poisonous. 

It's a life-changer when I really get this.





Thursday, June 24, 2021

Intercessions ~ Thirteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

 Storm Clouds Over Wildflower Meadow ~ Betty Berard


As houses of worship open slowly,/ may congregations gather to hear the Divine Word/ responding with generosity and gratitude./ We pray to the Lord.

Almost all the western states are enduring a drought crisis./ We pray for those who are fighting fires./ Bless the covid and climate-change deniers./ We pray to the Lord.

We pray for all of creation,/ the summer gardens,/ woodlands,/ waterways,/ the plants and animals./ creatures seen and unseen./ Teach us to reverence your natural gifts;/ to heal and restore those places where human greed and ignorance have marred the paradise planet you have given us./ We pray to the Lord.

We pray for all the people of this world./ Free us from the unclean spirits of power,/ lies,/ obstruction and selfish partisanship,/ which keep us at odds with one another./ May we learn what it means to seek the common good./ We pray to the Lord.

Encourage and renew the many across the nation who are losing heart,/ feeling powerless,/ fed-up/ angry and dispirited./ Heal the violent hearts;/ the aggressive,/ entitled hearts./ Bring about in us the more perfect union we once dreamed of./ We pray to the Lord.

In every family there are persons who are sick,/ struggling,/ fearful and burdened./ Bless them;/ encourage and strengthen them./ May we be willing to lift the weak ones to their feet./ We pray to the Lord.





Tuesday, June 22, 2021

"The most radical thing you can do..."


This late 16th century painting by Marten van Valckenborch is titled Feeding the Five Thousand. The artist has kindly recorded the Gospel Chapter in the sky — John Chapter 6. There's a lot going on in the painting: there are the thousands of people sitting on the ground waiting for something to eat. There are men haying fields on the far side of the winding stream. There is a hilltop city on the left and another far off in the distance on the right. But dead center, in lovely colors, we see a moment frozen in time. 

"One of his disciples, Andrew, Simon Peter's brothers, said to him, 'There is a young boy here who has five barley loaves and two fish; but what are they among so many?'" John 6:8,9

Let's not think Jesus just took the food from the boy and that was it. I imagine Jesus immediately took an interest in the boy. Perhaps he asked him why he had come out such a distance. Maybe he asked about the boy's mother who had sent him off with lunch. Of course, Jesus said, "Hello and who are you? Thank for sharing." Maybe Jesus told the boy what  he planed to do with the food. Here we see the precise moment — when Andrew makes the introduction. 

Andrew seems to have a penchant for making introductions. Do you remember these Gospel verses?

"Now among those who went up to worship at the feast were some Greeks. So these came to Philip, who was from Bethsaida in Galilee, and said to him, 'Sir, we wish to see Jesus.' Philip went and told Andrew; Andrew went with Philip and they told Jesus..." John 12: 20-22

Andrew is good at making introductions and connecting people — even connections of a most interesting sort — it's Greeks who want to meet Jesus — non Jews. Someone else might have been suspicious. Someone else might have said, "Jesus is busy and doesn't have time for this."

The Evangelist (John) is interested in this aspect of Andrew. We first see it way back in Chapter 1:42-44.

"One of the two who heard John (the Baptist) speak, and followed him, was Andrew, Simon Peter's brother. He first found his brother Simon, and said him, 'We have found the Messiah' (which means Christ). He brought him to Jesus."

Andrew repeatedly introduces people to Jesus. We're Christians, and we were introduced to Jesus at Baptism. We met him in the water. I remember seeing a young mother standing in the vestibule of the church with her day old newborn. Perhaps the baby was already fussing or she was just prepared. But as the Mass began she took the infant's right hand leading him in the sign of the cross. Talk about introducing someone to Jesus. 

I often have a deeply felt sense of gratitude that my parents brought me to Baptism for that Christ introduction. Indeed, as a young priest I took the subway up to the Bronx to the Church where I was baptized and got a sexton to open the place up so I could see and appreciate the font of meeting.

But I think there is more. The other day I saw a bumper sticker that read: "The most radical thing we can do is introduce people to one another." Radical means rooted. The most rooted or basic thing we can do is introduce people to one another. The Christian spiritual life is not lived in isolation. Why bother with introductions? Because Christ has given us a way that is about relationships. Indeed, all of the epistles we hear each Sunday morning were originally letters written to small communities of people who knew each other — people who had been introduced to each other. 

Some might resent or resist hearing this, but knowing each other is hardly possible when we stake out the same pew every Sunday — some for a lifetime. When I suggested we change our seating in church now and again so to better introduce ourselves and get to know others, you'd think I'd suggested getting rid of the tabernacle. Such a resistant fuss!

Introducing people to one another — a small step into the Gospel life each day.


Sunday, June 20, 2021

"Store up for yourselves..."


 

Here is a photo taken by Bob Speel (his website about sculpture in England). We see a squirrel with a great fluffy tail sitting on an Oak Leaf branch and eating acorns. He will undoubtedly not only eat the acorns but save or store up some for the lean winter months. Are you reminded of the saying of Jesus in St. Matthew's Gospel (6:19-21)?

"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust consume and where thieves break in and steal, but store up for yourselves treasure in heaven, where neither moth nor  rust consumes and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also."

We hear of some Catholics who curiously "store up" indulgences or graces. As if these are commodities to be placed in the supermarket cart. One family told me after a funeral that they had received cards totally 119 Masses — as if they now had a sort of spiritual bank account from which they could make withdrawals. Odd.

Did you take notice of the last gospel verse above? We think the Christian religion is about believing truths, studying and memorizing. But Jesus tells us the Christian experience is about the heart. An elderly woman told me that when she presented herself as an adult to be received into the Catholic Church, the local pastor handed her a catechism and told her to study it. When she returned some weeks later he asked her a first question from the book. A bundle of nerves, she hesitated, at which he snapped, "If you know it, you can say it." How did our religion ever get reduced to that? What about the things of the heart? Can we even imagine it?

What might Jesus' words mean — store up for yourselves treasure in heaven? Americans are always looking for more storage space. There are stores and companies dedicated to storing things. Jesus thinks this is wrongheaded. Some people become sick with it all — they're called hoarders. We even have TV shows about it — turning a sickness into TV entertainment. 

I think "storing up treasure for heaven," might mean the reflective treasuring of life-moments where I remember myself to have been absorbed by the things of God — taken away, up and into the things of God. Treasuring that time when I knew myself to be in God's embrace as a heart-learner.

In the early 1970's I was a seminarian studying in Yonkers, New York.  When summer came around we were expected to vacate the enormous place and find employment in our home parishes. But for me that would have meant returning home on Long Island, which I wasn't interested in doing and hoping to work around the parish of my boyhood —a huge factory like parish with a rectory of uninspiring priests. 

I remembered that in the 1950's it was the traditional summer work of seminarians to cut grass in Calvary Cemetery in Queens. Maybe they helped with digging graves and burying the dead, I don't know, but I figured I could work there. I liked being outdoors. I liked gardening. I liked solitude. I got the job (unbeknownst to the seminary administration) and began taking care of an enormous section which took two weeks to cut with a gas push mower and a pair of sheep shears hand scissors. When I wasn't pushing the mower I was on my hands and knees edging around hundreds of headstones in dozens of long rows. Every summer weekday morning I was on the road in my yellow Volkswagen during the A.M. rush hour into Queens. I lived hidden away in the great empty seminary, with no recollection of how I ate, except that a priest friend brought me a sandwich and beer every day which I had for lunch under a tree at the edge of the cemetery. Unfortunately, the beer and the afternoon sun (no hat) made the remaining hours very difficult. 

I've been thinking about this a lot lately — kind of storing it up — considering it to have been one of the most important bits of my life. I would suggest that every seminarian work in a cemetery for at least one summer before ordination. I read every headstone in my section. I wondered about the lives of the people whose photographed faces were mounted in porcelain ovals on the headstones. There were headstones remembering buried infants and young children, headstones of people who had died during the great flu epidemic, graves of soldiers, priests and husbands and wives. I calculated how long the remaining spouse lived without the other. Some headstones carried a bible or poem verse honoring some lovely virtue or quality. Enormous mausoleums, honoring the memory of "important" people, showed signs of disintegration. 

Those summer days were wearying, tedious, blistering, sun-burning and dehydrating. More importantly though, the two summers were soul-formative: the eight hour workday, the drive back north and the evening and night spent in silence. I didn't feel lonely, but enriched and deeply connected to the things  of the heart: pondering and honoring peoples' lives, taking care of graves, cutting grass, watering the plants families planted, waving hello to visitors, appreciation of a tree's shade and the heat-breaking cold water from the hose poured over my neck and wrists. My religion is the storing up of gratitude and gratitude is "of the heart." 



Thursday, June 17, 2021

Intercessions ~ Twelfth Sunday in Ordinary Time


 

This weekend we mark the summer solstice,/ the year's longest day and shortest night./ May we live in the fullness of Christ's light:/ his asking us to love God and others./ We pray to the Lord.

Terrible fires are already burning out of control in the western states./ Are there parts of our country becoming uninhabitable?/ We pray for that change of heart and mind which takes most seriously the saving of our planet./ We pray to the Lord.

June is the month of graduations,/ weddings and ordinations./ We ask the blessings of good health,/ safety and new energy,/ for those who are living in a time of transition./ We pray to the Lord

Our President has returned from his first international trip./ May we enact the words of Pope Paul VI,/ "If you want peace, create justice."/ Protect us from persons of power who obstruct progress./ We pray to the Lord.

We pray for the many who have lost everything,/ health,/ peace of mind,/ family,/ faith,/ livelihood,/ sense of purpose,/ income,/ home./ For restoration and the strength of endurance./ We pray to the Lord.

We pray for our families and families everywhere,/ mindful of those carrying heavy burdens or who are far away./ For persons living in despair,/ cynicism or fear./ For the healing of those who live by violence or criminality./ We pray to the Lord.


Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Prayer for a summer morning — or any time


 

Blessed be the Holy Trinity, one God —

God of limitless imagination, 

God of generative heartbeat and breath,

God of each human person in uniqueness,

God of knowing and accepting,

God of restoration and revitalization,

God of self revelation and shared word. Amen.


God in our searching,

God in our wound,

God in our anxiety,

God in our foible and foolishness,

God in our discovering,

God in our delights. Amen.


God of abundance,

God of loveliness,

God of our awakening to light,

God of table-spread,

God of conscience cure. 

God of the negligible and small. Amen.


God who gathers and heals,

God who companions,

God who incarnates,

God who consoles and encourages,

God who inspires,

God who takes care. Amen.


God of prophet's alarm,

God of wonder and announcement,

God of Mary's cheer,

God of Bethlehem's birthing,

God of beatitude and miracle,

God of Christ's bright rising. Amen.









Sunday, June 13, 2021

Pay Attention to the Green



The Easter Season is ended with its overflow feasts of Pentecost, Trinity and Corpus Christi, and the Church returns to Ordinary Time. Its liturgical color is green. St. Victor said simply in the 12th century, "Green is the most beautiful of all colors." Perhaps he had in mind the enormous variety of green shades. And the 13th century Bishop of Paris, William of Auvergne said, "Green is halfway between white, which dilates the eyes, and black, which makes them contract, creating a calm sensation, especially when viewed in great expanse." 

Well, much of nature's green "great expanse" has been chopped down, clawed up and paved over — so we must catch the green wherever we still might see it. Crawling along in traffic and looking left or right for a moment, we might see a tree that remains alive and lovely in its calming green.

Today, a green light means GO! Perhaps the Church is telling us — now go and do something wonderful with all of the prayers, songs, sermons, sights and sounds you've encountered these weeks since Easter Sunday. GO!

Green also symbolizes hope. The little person's voice at the end of the St. Jude's Hospital for Children ad says: "Hope means never, ever giving up."  We don't have to be Christian to have hope, but knowing Christ's bright, Easter rising suggests (as opposed to being cynics) we ought to be a people who are good at living in hope. 

The Medievalists said of green, it is the color which symbolizes rebirth, life, nature, spring and eternal life. Come September, October, and most of November, I may be tempted to boredom with all the green weeks. But green, of many kinds (look at the detail of the antique vestment here) is packed with many meanings. It's an invitation to thoughtful awareness. 

Thursday, June 10, 2021

Intercessions ~ Eleventh Sunday in Ordinary Time

Aiden Leos ~ Age 6

This week/ while his mother drove him to kindergarten,/ six year old Aiden Leos was killed in a road rage shooting./ Last weekend fourteen people were shot in Chicago,/ Portland,/ Miami Dade,/ Indianapolis and Salt Lake City./ Heal the nation, sick with gun violence,/ By the action of your Holy Spirit,/ take us beyond thoughts and prayers./ We pray to the Lord.

Bless our own fathers and grandfathers./ Heal the fathers who are sick,/ addicted,/ imprisoned,/or negligent of their families./  May fathers everywhere share the love their children need./ We pray to the Lord.

For the Christian people,/ whether they be in church today or not —/ may they set their hearts on eternal things,/ with gratitude for God's kind mercies./ May they be a source of joy in an often troubled world./ We pray to the Lord.

We ask for the priests ordained in June to have servant-hearts./ We pray for the health and renewal of priests who are suffering,/ worn out,/ rigid,/ sick or frail./ We pray to the Lord.

We pray for the nations which are weakened or breaking down by lies,/ corruption,/ secrecy,/ violence and greed./ Restore freedom where it has been taken away,/ convert leaders who are hurting,/ not helping./ We pray to the Lord.

We pray for our planet,/ the waterways,/ forests,/ fields and gardens,/ all the creatures and the living things that are not seen./  May we learn a deep reverence,/ pursuing restoration and the healing of hearts that cause destruction and division./ We pray to the Lord.



Tuesday, June 8, 2021

The Simplest Witness



In a time that often seems to have forgotten or even bitterly rejected God, one simple way of witnessing to God's loving existence is to say to someone who has just shared with you some problem, sadness or anguish, "I promise I'll remember this in my prayers." But I must mean it. Many people who have lost or abandoned faith will be consoled by this simple promise.




Sunday, June 6, 2021

"Look up and see..."




This painting is titled Young Girl in the Window. The German Impressionist painter, Max Slevogt (1868-1932) created it. Remember, impressionist painters aren't trying to do exactly what a camera would have done, but to give us an impression. They want us to feel or sense something. This kind of painting can take you somewhere interiorly.  I'd say impressionist paintings are invitational. 

This is Wisteria blooming in the second half of May. But this great vine-plant is not only blooming but climbing, as it attaches itself to the wall of the house, encircling the window and the young admire-r.  Wisteria is also highly fragrant, so I'd suggest the girl is not only looking, but she's breathing deeply. She might also be feeling the morning sun on her face as she leans on the window ledge and starts the day looking up and out. 

When I stumbled on this painting, the words of Jesus came to mind, "Look up and see." Those four words are spoken by Jesus towards the end of the long and self-revealing conversation sitting with the woman of Samaria at the well. John 4:4-42.

Jesus is an itinerant preacher; he doesn't sit in the temple or at home waiting for people to come to him. And in his travels (as happens here) he often crosses boundaries which take him into areas and districts where many would say he should not go. Venturing into forbidden territories he risks religious contamination. 

In sitting with the woman of Samaria at the well, Jesus has twice crossed a barrier — she is not his wife and her people were considered to be heretical. That conversation alone crossed a barrier. But by the end of it, the woman had become an evangelist (a spreader of good news). Elevating people whose religion was considered to be false (remember the story of the Good Samaritan, Luke 10: 25-37) and holding them up as heroes, patterns or models is itself crossing a boundary. And as that barrier breaking, boundary crossing conversation comes to a close, Jesus tells those around him to, "Look up and see," verse 35.

But "Look up and see," isn't just a directive for disciples centuries ago, but for me, if my religion is alive.

Look up and see — Mystery is near.
Look up and see — God's purposes are overarching.
Look up and see — Beyond the bubble world.

Look up and see — Wonder is pressing against us.
Look up and see — I don't have to live in resentment.
Look up and see — The ridiculous is being sold as sound.

Look up and see — Into the secreted and small.
Look up and see — What a Christic life looks like.
Look up and see — There are signs of hope.

Look up and see — So I can be grateful.
Look up and see — The "others" are waiting for love.
Look up and see — the unimaginable.





Thursday, June 3, 2021

Intercessions ~ Feast of the Body and Blood of Christ

 

One hundred years ago this week,/ a white mob burnt the black community of Tulsa, Oklahoma./ It was the wealthiest black community in the United States known as "Black Wall Street." Firebombs were dropped from airplanes and upwards of 300 were killed./ This massacre was not acknowledged in state history records until 1996./ May God forgive and heal this nation/ heart,/ by heart,/ by heart./ We pray to the Lord.

At the start of June,/ we pray for the health,/ safety and well-being of those who celebrate birthdays,/ anniversaries and other days of remembrance./ We pray as well for the safety of summer travelers./ We pray to the Lord.

As congregations across the nation are once again meeting in person each weekend for liturgy,/ we ask for the safety of all./ We ask for the renewal of parish life and the healing of divisions./ We pray to the Lord.

While we celebrate the Feast of the Lord's Eucharistic Body and Blood today,/ fed by God's Word and Christ's holy food,/ may we learn God's purposes for our lives,/ responding generously and joyfully./ We pray to the Lord.

In a painfully torn and fragmented world,/ Christianity remains stubbornly divided./ We pray boldly for  gifts of humility,/ honesty and openness,/ that one day we might find ourselves united at the Lord's table each Sunday./ We pray to the Lord.

June is the Month of the Sacred Heart of Jesus./ May our families know the love of God revealed to the world in the heart of Christ,/ healing what ails us,/ strengthening us in goodness and the desire to love others well./ We pray to the Lord.

Tuesday, June 1, 2021

Father Forgive




One hundred years ago, May 31—June 1, 1921, an increasingly large white mob burned the black community of Tulsa, Oklahoma to the ground. It was the wealthiest black community in the United States known as "Black Wall Street." Firebombs were dropped from airplanes and upwards of 300 people were killed. It is said that the dead were thrown into the Arkansas River. Mass graves are only being excavated now. The massacre was not acknowledged in state history records until 1996. 

Over 35 blocks —
600 black owned businesses were destroyed, 
21 churches,
30 grocery stores,
2 movie theatres,
1 hospital,
1 bank,
1256 homes were burned out,
215 others were looted,
the hotels were destroyed.
And when it was over,
6000 people were held under armed guard in a convention hall.

Father, forgive.



This painting is titled — The Arrest of Jesus. The late-Gothic German painter's name is unknown. We would do this again. You know that, don't you? And we'd be shocked and disappointed beyond belief at whose faces we might discover in the ugly crowd.