Pauca Verba is Latin for A Few Words.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Sunday Intercessions ~ Thirty Second Sunday in Ordinary Time




As we enter the dark time of the year/ we ask to remain inwardly persons of light:/ not complainers, but grateful,/ not bitter, but serene,/ not anxious, but trusting in God./ We pray to the Lord.

We live in a land of aggressive debate,/ argument and contradiction./ We pray for our country to remember that our salvation lies in giving our lives over to God's transforming power./ We pray to the Lord.

Soon it will be the holiday time./ We ask to keep our sights fixed on Jesus/ who leads us to the things of goodness,/ generosity and peace./ We pray to the Lord.

There are many thousands of  seriously  wounded and damaged soldiers returning home/ as we are still involved in wars./ We ask God to forgive the sins of war/ and to bless the efforts that seek to heal soldiers,/ and that none would be forgotten or abandoned./ We pray to the Lord.

We pray for persons whose lives are filled with trouble:/ prisoners,/ refugees,/ addicts,/ homeless,/ those in chronic pain,/ the depressed,/ people trafficked and enslaved,/ children being raised poorly./ We pray to the Lord.

Our families are often sadly afflicted./ We ask for blessings and gifts of healing where there is physical,/ spiritual,/ emotional,/ relational or financial stress./ We pray to the Lord.

In November we pray for those who have died/ to be recipients of God's charity - received into the joy of God's bright eternity./ We pray to the Lord.


Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Holy Marina ~ and Mary's Breastplate





Saint Marina is one of a large group of early martyrs called The Virgin Martyrs. Some of their names appear in the Roman Canon of the Latin Rite Mass: Felicitate, Perpetua, Agatha, Lucia, Agnete, Caecilia, Anastasia. Kathleen Norris in her book, A Cloister Walk, teaches us that these young women were not martyred because they were virgins but rather, in ancient cultures marriages were arranged and when young Christian women found themselves to be married to pagan men, rather than raise up children to an emperor who considered himself to be a god, they refused.

Of course then, not only did the fiance turn against the young Christian (little more than a girl) but so did his family and not infrequently her own family. When she was brought before the Imperial Court and attempted to speak, her tongue was cut out; her teeth knocked out. Men will often go to outrageous extremes so as not to  have to listen to a woman. Finally she would have been raped, mutilated and beheaded, in effect saying:  "If you won't marry (let's say) Titanius, you'll marry no one." 

The account of Marina's imprisonment and torture is almost indescribable. Kathleen Norris uses the word "ferocious" to describe the resilience of a girl against her attackers. She simply wouldn't die. We can hardly imagine the temptations of the Virgin Martyrs:  to back out of it, to give in, to despair, to curse the enemy. Marina is called a Defender Against the Devil because her temptations during trial, imprisonment and torture were so intense.

Paragraph 2851 of the Catechism of the Catholic Church reflects upon the last petition of the Lord's Prayer: "But deliver us from evil." The Eastern Church prays more precisely: "But deliver us from the Evil One." 

"In this petition, evil is not an abstraction, but refers to a person, Satan, the Evil One, the angel who opposes God. The devil (dia-bolos) is the one who 'throws himself across' God's plan and his work of salvation accomplished in Christ."

We might experience this obstruction in our own personal lives but also in the life of the Church, of society, culture and government. We hear this in the letter Catherine de Hueck Doherty wrote to Thomas Merton.

For some reason I think you are weary. I know I am frightened and weary too. For the face of the Prince of Darkness is becoming clearer and clearer to me. It seems he does not care any more to remain "the great anonymous one," "the incognito," the "everyone." He seems to have come into his own and shows himself in all his tragic reality. So few believe in his existence that he does not need to hide himself anymore! (Compassionate Fire, The Letters of Thomas Merton and Catherine de Hueck Doherty March 17, 1962, Ave Maria Press 2009 p.60)

We see the Prince of Darkness showing himself in tragic reality in the wearying sins of the Church, emanating from the highest levels of the clergy: vanity, attachment to and abuses of power, secrecy and lies, entitlement, arrogance, pandering, materialism and love of money, pride, loss of faith, misogyny.


We see the Evil One come into his own in the sins of politicians and their torch bearers: power, lies, war-making, racism and hatred, obstructionism, greed, cheating, the loss of the Common Good, arrogant pride and indifference.

The Catechism states further in paragraph 1707:

"Man, enticed by the Evil One, abused his freedom at the very beginning of history." He succumbed to temptation and did what was evil. He still desires the good, but his nature bears the wound of original sin. He is now inclined to evil and subject to error:
"Man is divided in himself. As a result, the whole life of men both individual and social, shows itself to be a struggle, and a dramatic one, between good and evil, between light and darkness." Gaudium et Spes 13:2




A breastplate is a piece of armor used in ancient warfare to protect the torso and its vital organs from injury. Here is a powerful prayer titled: Mary's Breastplate we can make part of our daily prayer, asking for the protection of ourselves, our families, friends, Church and National life - indeed the protection of the entire planet.


Mary's Breastplate
(A Prayer for Protection)

Direct me in your praise ~
though no master I in poetry ~
O Angelic countenance without blemish
you gave the milk of your breast
to redeem me.

I commend myself to your protection,
O Loving Mother of the only Son:
under your shield protect my body,
my heart, my will and my strength.

O temple of the three persons,
Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
I beseech you to help me at the hour of
my judgment and my death.

O Queen, on whom the King, the Father,
bestowed perpetual favor ~
virginity and motherhood ~
I enlist your aid for my salvation.

O vessel bearing the light,
O great brightness outshining the sun,
draw me ashore, under your protection,
from the short-lived ship of the world.

O Mary, gracious and beautiful,
gentle, mild and stately,
I do not tire of calling on you;
you are my defender on the day of danger.


Admittedly, there will be even some Christians who find the direction, thoughts and feelings of this prayer to be incomprehensible, perhaps repugnant. But the language of the prayer is love, and that language is  best given to poetry and song. It is the nature of love to speak in what may appear to some to be excess. The heart has its reasons, Jean Vanier says.























Sunday, November 3, 2013

What good is a road....?





IN OLD RUSSIA IT WOULD BE SAID: "What good is a road if it doesn't lead to a church?" In our country we might say, "What good is a road if it doesn't lead to a mall?" or "What good is a road if it doesn't lead to a stadium?" or "What good is a road if it doesn't lead to a place to eat?" Before 1917 in Russia a wooden church could be found along the Onega River every six to eight miles.  It's said that bells could be heard up and down  the roads that ran along the river's edge. A different world.

And here at the end of imaginary roads,  a wonderful wooden chapel, called Holy Trinity, has been built in the old Russian style - in Antarctica - at the bottom of our planet. Daydream: that as we walk along an ice road, we come across this miniature wonder of spiritual genius.

"Always look up!" my friend Natalya's Mother would tell her when she was a girl in St. Petersburg. "Always look up," through the disappointments, the malaise and discouragement, the stresses we encounter in relationships and the work we have to do. "Look up," the wooden chapel invites.

Discovering the chapel in the desolate Antarctic might surprise us - as God offers surprises us along the life-way. "Want to make God laugh?" Mother Teresa would ask, "Tell him your plans." As an 18 year old, I joined a Franciscan community  in 1969 because I wanted to be a food-raising-farmer for the large institution the brothers ran in caring for pre-delinquent boys. When the superior met me at the airport he said, "Well you start school on Monday." "I hate school" I thought and said, "Brother I joined the order to work the farm." He said, "Oh we're phasing all of that out. We want all of our brothers to be teachers."  A high speed, ninety degree life-turn in five seconds. I looked up to see if the plane had left.

The Antarctic chapel instills joy, which even many Christians have forfeited over the years. In Muriel Spark's novel, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie,  high-spirited Jean Brodie confides to Teddy Loyd, the Art Master, that among the teaching staff of the proper 1930's Scottish girl's school, Marcia Blaine, "There are colleagues here who would delay the Second Coming if they detected the sound of a harp or two." 




I stumbled on this splendid chapel in the Basilica of the Immaculate Conception in 1967, when I took a Franciscan pilgrimage to Washington, D.C., and even got to serve the priest's Mass at the High Altar. When we were given time to explore I found this alive and light-hearted place dedicated to Our Lady of Guadalupe. The undulating walls with the bright mosaic procession of candle-bearing Mexican believers, calls us, like the Lord to John's investigating disciples, "Come and see." (John 1:39). Good mothers surround the disclosure of secrets with fun!


Anyway, for all the creative delight and surprise, intimacy and joy that churches and chapels can evoke - ultimately it's an interior communion with God that they signify. It's important to hold the memory of having seen these marvelous places, if even in pictures, as somehow in pondering them, they awaken what's very lovely and of God within.


Church of Mary's Nativity ~ Novgorod ~ 1719

Psalm 27 is called A Song of Assurance. I'd say, A Song of Assurance in Difficult Times. I imagine the psalm-singer as a pilgrim on the road with Jerusalem's great temple in sight.

V3 Though an army encamp against me,
my heart will not fear;
Though war arise against me,
even then will I be confident.
V4 One thing I ask from the Lord,
this I seek;
That I may dwell in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life,
To behold the beauty of the Lord,
and to contemplate his temple.