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Showing posts with label Sexagesima Sunday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sexagesima Sunday. Show all posts

Sunday, February 24, 2019

Sexagesima Sunday ~ Mountain Landscape ~ St. Thomas, Antilles 1854




Camille Pissarro was twenty-four when he worked on this painting, while living on the Caribbean Island of St. Thomas. But notice, it's unfinished. The faraway mountains, the trees throughout - painted roughly. The building on the left - just a light sketch on a white canvas.

Here's a little Pissarro bio that might help us to understand. When Camille was twelve (1842) he was sent to a French boarding school near Paris, where the director encouraged his artistic interests. He returned to his birthplace of St. Thomas five years later (1847) to work in his father's hardware store. In 1850 (age 20) he met and traveled with the Danish painter Fritz Melbye, who painted exotic scenes for wealthy Europeans. Two years later Camille traveled with Fritz to Venezuela where he made a professional life-choice to be a painter. In 1853, his younger brother, Gustave, died. In 1854, the year of this painting, Pissarro returned to Saint Thomas to help with the family business, eventually moving to Paris to pursue his studies as a painter. 

What a busy young man. We might assume with all of this going on, it's no wonder the landscape went unfinished.

But closer to home, as Lent begins in eleven days, do I have some sense that there is something unfinished about myself? That God, who knows me inside and out, might have something in mind that needs inner work. Someone said to me when I was a young priest, "With you, it's never enough." It wasn't meant as a compliment. But Jesus didn't call his apostles together to go on holiday. And if there's any theme repeated again and again in the Gospels, it's Jesus walking down the road to the next place. 

We might have a second  look at Pissarro's painting and prayerfully ask, "Lord Jesus, this Lent, is there some unfinished business I need to attend to? Something  yet to accomplish that you want me to understand? Some vision of myself with you that needs attention?" 

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Sexagesima ~ Transitioning To Lent


Violet: Transitioning to Lent ~ Easter

So last Sunday (Septuagesima on the old calendar) I proposed a Lenten fast from complaining, blaming and grumbling. Today is called Sexagesima Sunday which is roughly sixty days to Easter. Collectively these three old-fashioned Sundays, with the strange Latin names, is get-ready-time. Head's up - Lent is coming!

The Catholic way still attends to some kind of Lenten dietary observance - at least the abstinence from meat on the Lenten Fridays, and the Ash Wednesday and Good Friday fasts. But my proposal might stand a better chance of impacting us for the long term. The check-list below might sound absurd, but really, (if we're paying attention), it's us who are absurd with all our complaining, blaming and grumbling. Like living in a room of bad air.

We complain about:
the traffic
the parking lot
the neighbors
the relatives

We grumble about:
the prices
the taxes
the weather
the food

We blame:
the waitress
the government
the electric company
the boss

We complain about:
the long lines
the technology
the temperature
the colleagues

We grumble about:
the mail delivery
the satellite reception
everything being made in China
the news anchor

We blame:
the president
the politicians*
maybe even the pope
the newcomers

We complain about:
the young people
our spouses
the addicts
the gays

We grumble about:
the railroad
the crowds
the teacher
the high school rival

We blame
the Muslims
the Jews
the Mexicans
the French

We complain about
the homeless
the new world order
the left - the right
the waiting room

We grumble about
the too long red light
the aches and pains
the person behind the counter
the ethnicity of law breakers

We blame
the police
the ineffective cold remedy
the people who should know better
and God himself

OK - we get it, we get it! Oh, one more: the priest, his sermons and his bishop!

It's pathetic really: so much air used up, so much energy and time. The suffering of our inner discontent! So for Lent - let's just cut it out. Read a happy book. Start some tomato seeds in the house. Get a garden ready. Turn off all the bad news/sad news. Practice silence - not moody silence though. Make our own book of counted blessings. Read the Gospels and  high-lite in bright yellow every verse that's happy news. Consciously inhale and exhale compassion and kindness on everyone you meet or even think about. Pope Francis' Mercy Jubilee will make sense then, because when all the pulpit words go silent, bottom line is: Mercy means kindness.

*Maybe we can allow some criticism of politicians - after all, Jesus called Herod a fox. Luke 13:32

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Intercessions ~ Fifth Sunday in Ordinary Time ~ Sexagesima





Wednesday is the Feast of Our Lady of Lourdes./ We pray for those who pilgrim to her great shrine in France,/ and for all who are sick,/ weak,/ poor and marginal in the world./ We pray to the Lord.

Saturday is the Feast of the priest-martyr, Valentine./ We pray for an increase of love in our world,/ mindful of those who have no family,/ friend or community./ We pray to the Lord.

In the winter-time we pray for those who are cold,/ hungry or unemployed./ We pray for those who operate shelters or places of assistance and comfort in the winter./ We pray to the Lord.

As Lent approaches/ we ask the Lord for the insights we need to live a holy Lent - promoting the life of Christ within us./ We pray to the Lord.

For persons with whom we may have resentments/ asking for our hearts/ new gifts of mercy,/ compassion and love./ We pray to the Lord.

We pray for the sick,/ mindful of those who receive insufficient medical attention./ For health care providers/ and for the parents and protectors of children who are unwell physically or emotionally./ We pray to the Lord.

We pray for those who have died by terrorism,/ accident,/ war or disaster./ And for those who mourn loved ones,/ we ask comforting,/ faith and hope./ We pray to the Lord.




Sunday, February 23, 2014

The Widowhood of Humanity ~ Sexagesima Sunday

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ON THE OLD CALENDAR IT IS SEXAGESIMA SUNDAY  ~ roughly sixty days before Easter. It was (is) a time of ready-ing. Again the liturgical texts of the Mass and the Liturgy of the Hours offer many themes which help to raise awareness of humanity's bereft and wretched condition. The world needs a remedy.

Here is a wall icon of the Gospel account of the Raising of the Widow's son at Nain, (Luke 7:11-17) Pulling her hair, the poor widowed mother is beside herself with grief. She has lost not only her husband, but now her provider-son is gone too. Jesus, ever attentive, speaks to her and restores not only the boy but the woman herself.

She is an image of humanity's widowhood - the world in its mournful lament, the world weeping in loneliness. There is more, as the widow, and doubly so with the death of her only son, was now at the bottom of the socio-economic ladder and pressed to the societal margins. She images the persons, families, cultures, nations, kinds of persons in social devastation and crisis, outcasts, despised, without support, adrift, disillusioned, without joy.

And when the Lord saw her, he pitied her, and said to her, "Do not weep." And he went up and touched the bier, and the bearers stopped. And he said, "Young man, I tell you, wake up!" And the dead man sat up and began to speak, and he gave him back to his mother (Lk 7:13,14)

Jesus touched the bier - that's the stretcher or stand on which the corpse is carried before burial. God in Christ steps up to and then touches this world (the planet AND my personal world) in its most desperate place. There is no place God will not go to retrieve us for the promise of his life.

Notice that Jesus' first response is to the frenzied, devastated mother, and then to the son. And while there is no reason to deny or minimize the historicity of this event, as some are wont to do these days, all the more, the account is about each of us and all of us in our human condition of reduction, marginalization, inner poverty and loss. And our answer to this is Easter; it is sixty days away!

Secondarily, the number sixty signifies time. There are sixty seconds to a minute. There are sixty minutes to an hour. It means perhaps, we don't have forever. I don't have forever to reconcile. I don't have forever to use this gift. I don't have forever to work on this addiction. I don't have forever to pray. I don't have forever to heal this inner wound. I don't have forever to get a real loving heart.