Luke 2:19 Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart.
I was praying a rosary recently using a published meditation guide. In the Fourth Glorious Mystery, one meditation leaped out at me, even though I had read it many times before. The meditation gave thanks to God for all the graces Our Blessed Mother won for the Church during the inexpressible “martyrdom of solitude” that she suffered after Jesus’ ascension. As I pondered Our Lady’s “martyrdom of solitude”, I felt it take on a greater meaning for the Church today, as well as a distinct calling to the faithful in these turbulent days.
Some experiences I have had recently have underscored how we, especially as penitents, are being called to enter into Mary’s martyrdom of solitude, a solitude where the presence of Jesus in the world is not only not felt, but rarely sought. I know you feel it too. It pierces.
On Christmas Eve I arrived early for the latest Mass, thinking there would be carols or the rosary before Mass. There wasn’t. With four Masses that night and two the next day, with only one priest and a small liturgical team in the parish, I can’t say I was surprised. There were only a few people in the church, so I thought I would sit near the front and at least meditate on the rosary before Mass on this Holy Night.
In the front pew just across the aisle, sat a family with adult children. I was alarmed and seriously distracted when a couple of the young women started taking selfies of themselves, chatting in normal tones about all manner of things. I had seen people chat before Mass before, but this I found quite disturbing. I moved to the other side of the church in front of the nativity scene and offered reparation.
I was into the second decade when another large, extended family moved in a few rows behind me. I could smell the alcohol on their breath, as they chatted and laughed even louder than the first group. I started to pray my rosary out loud. While I don’t think anyone in these two groups could hear me, I’m hoping the Holy Family was in some way consoled. Lord have mercy!
A couple of days later in a group gathering someone made a joke about priests abusing altar boys. I felt as if I was the only one who didn’t find it funny. Don’t get me wrong–I am in no way excusing the guilty. Anyone who is guilty of abusing children should be found and penalized. I just don’t think there’s anything funny about it. I was pierced by how it hurt Jesus to have his Bride so tarnished, not to mention the horrific damage being inflicted upon his innocent children. I couldn’t even speak. I could only pray.
Upon reflection it occurred to me that all faithful Catholics today carry in their own spirits these modern-day piercings of Christ. We are being called to enter into Mary’s martyrdom of solitude, and it is bound to become worse before her Immaculate Heart triumphs and makes everything infinitely better. Fiat!
On top of these piercings, I feel comforts being removed. It seems we are being stripped of all that is not Christ.
But let us not become discouraged. As penitents, we know how to offer up our piercings, and strippings only serve to separate us from our attachments, until we cling only to Him. Our Mama shows us that in every circumstance, even in the piercing of our hearts, we are called to give praise to God, keep our eyes on Christ, and proclaim our never-ending Fiat!
The evil one thinks he is winning. But the Church’s martyrdom of solitude, her Fiat under the banner of Our Lady will prove to be an invincible weapon, just as it was in the early Church. Our Lady was an unsung hero in the early days of the Church. She re-lived the silence of Nazareth, bereft of the comfort of the physical presence of her Beloved Son. Her every act, perfectly conformed to the Divine Will, won graces and favors for the fledgling Church. Her holiness was the milk that fed it, just as her wisdom and knowledge guided the Apostles and disciples in their first steps.
So let us continue to do whatever God asks of us, in silence and prayer, for as long as He requires it, embracing whatever comes as a cross-shaped gift from our Beloved. The Divine Will is indeed our joy and our hope, the tomb in which we await His glorious resurrection.
O holy Mother of God, Full of Grace, grant to us, your little children grace upon grace, that our martyrdom of solitude, linked to yours, will be an invincible weapon in your hand, leading to the glorious triumph of the Bride of Christ. St. Francis and St. Clare, all you holy angels and saints, pray for us. Amen. Fiat!
“Now as (Saul) was going along and approaching Damascus, suddenly a light
from heaven flashed around him. He fell to the ground and heard a voice saying
to him, ‘Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?’ He asked, ‘Who are you, Lord?’
The reply came, ‘I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting.” (Acts
Bethlehem haunts me
past March, I was blessed to be part of a pilgrimage to the Holy Land. I had
heard about the pilgrimage from a friend last fall. At the time I was just
getting ready to leave for Medjugorje and was not thinking about another
pilgrimage so soon. Still, I felt drawn to it, even though I only knew one
person on the pilgrimage and the point of departure was on the other side of
the country. I decided to wait until after Christmas to see if there were still
spots available. There were. I prayed for a confirmation that I was to go, and
I received three. In faith I booked my ticket.
It turned out to have been
just the pilgrimage God wanted for me, focused on prayer and Scripture, but
also with an emphasis on the “living stones” of the Holy Land, particularly on
the current situation of the Christians who live there, both in Israel and
As our group of 37 pilgrims,
including two priests, followed with awe the hallowed footsteps of Jesus
through Nazareth, Galilee, Jericho, Jerusalem, Bethlehem, and points in
between, we prayerfully pondered the Scripture passages that were set in the
places we visited, Nazareth, the River Jordan, Cana, the Sea of Galilee,
Capernaum where Jesus called the fishermen, Mount Tabor, the mount of the
Transfiguration, Tabgha where the loaves and fishes were multiplied and where
Jesus asked Peter three times, “Do you love me,” and many other places. Halfway
through the pilgrimage we “set our faces toward Jerusalem”. We celebrated daily
Mass in stunning surroundings and were often brought to tears. The rosary came
alive in our hands, and since returning, there is a new dimension to the Mass
readings. I hope to expand on this in future, but first I feel compelled to
tell you why, since coming home, Bethlehem haunts me.
As we traveled, our tour guide informed us of some of the extreme challenges faced by Christians and other Palestinians in the Holy Land. The States of Israel and Palestine have a population of some 10 million people of which the Christian population has dropped to less than 2%, some 180,000 souls. It is a delicate, extremely complex and utterly confusing arrangement, this tenuous co-habitation of the three main Abrahamic religions, along with various other people from around the world, including migrant workers. I am not qualified to explain or make sense of any of it, but I can tell you what I saw with my own eyes and why Bethlehem still haunts me.
The Shock of arriving in Bethlehem
The last five nights of our
pilgrimage we stayed in Bethlehem, the holy city where Jesus was born. It is
just a few miles from Jerusalem and would be our home base. Along with the
other pilgrims on our trip, I was shocked and devastated to learn that Bethlehem
is a walled city. It is completely enclosed by a security wall 25
feet high, equipped with security cameras and with watchtowers manned by
Israeli armed guards. Everyone, including pilgrims, enters and leaves Bethlehem
through manned checkpoints.
With the initial shock still fresh in our minds, we spent our first day in Bethlehem, visiting holy sites, and celebrating a stunning “Christmas” Mass in a shepherd’s cave. Even though the liturgical calendar told us it was Lent, every day in Bethlehem is Christmas we were told. But as a pilgrim to modern-day Bethlehem I could not help but be deeply disturbed at the current situation of Palestinians, both Christian and Muslim, who live there.
Most of us pilgrims had not
been aware that Bethlehem has had a security perimeter since 2002. On Easter
Monday of 2002, the Israelis invaded and occupied all the cities of the West
Bank, including Bethlehem. Not long afterwards, a security fence went up around
Bethlehem, which later became a wall encircling the entire city of over 14,000
Palestinian residents, mostly Muslim and Christian. (Other walled cities
include Jericho and Ramallah and of course Gaza, but my story is about
Bethlehem where we spent five nights.)
The checkpoints through which one passes to get in and out of Bethlehem are heavily manned. Israelis are forbidden to enter by law, and Palestinians need special permission to leave, permission which is rarely granted to anyone whose birthplace is listed as Bethlehem. The walled enclosure has been called an open-air prison, and that is not an exaggeration. I suppose that Jesus himself would not be allowed to leave had he been born in June 2002 or later.
The official unemployment
rate in Bethlehem is 29%, the highest rate in Palestine. But that figure likely
does not include those no longer looking for work because it’s pointless, or
those who are underemployed which is pretty much everyone. The jobs in that
city are few, mostly tourism-based, and never full-time. The unofficial
estimate is 80% unemployment within the walls of Bethlehem. Those “fortunate”
few who are given permission to work outside of Bethlehem are strip-searched at
the checkpoint leaving and returning. It can take an hour for them to get
through the checkpoint at each end of the day.
I have since read that
Bethlehem was originally built on an aquifer that is still one of the main
sources of water in Israel. It is deeply ironic that since the Israeli
occupation, citizens of Bethlehem are forbidden to dig deeper than 4 feet down,
and are forced to truck in water at high prices. Not only are they not provided
with water, but neither with electricity. Our tour guide told us that you can
tell Palestinian housing all over the Holy Land by the solar panels and water
tanks on the roofs. By contrast, Israelis have all the water and electricity
It is the people, the living
stones of the Holy Land that haunt me, that cry out for justice. We visited an
orphanage, a secondary school, and talked to many local people who asked for
prayers and implored us also to “tell people” about their dire situation. We
found everyone in Bethlehem to be very friendly and open, even though their situation
is tragic. The Israeli narrative is that they are dangerous, and it is
dangerous to stay in Bethlehem. We found the opposite to be true.
Palestinian Muslims and
Christians do live outside the walled cities, but even they are not supplied
with water or electricity and must have cisterns and solar panels installed on
their houses if they are lucky enough to be able to afford it. High-paying jobs
are routinely denied to Palestinians, and they are never allowed a supervisory
role over Israeli workers.
In addition, Israeli
settlements encroach daily farther into Palestinian territory. Israeli
settlements are communities of apartment units inhabited by Israeli citizens
(often from other countries), built predominantly on Palestinian land. There
are roughly 100,000 settlers living in the units that surround Bethlehem alone.
The Shepherd’s Field itself, having existed on the outskirts of Bethlehem for
the past 2000 years, is now being swallowed up by Israeli settlements. It is as
if a big hungry giant is devouring Palestinian land and there is nothing they
can do about it. Often Palestinians are evicted from their homes and even
schools to make way for the settlements. Everything in the giant’s path is
Israelis believe they have an ancestral right to the lands they are occupying in the Palestinian territory. As we all know, the situation is enormously complex, but even if you believe this to be true, does that allow for denying entire populations access to water, electricity and freedom of movement? Does that allow for evicting Palestinian people from their homes so that settlements can be built?
For my part, I am haunted by
the persecution being endured by the living stones of the Holy Land. The
hallowed memory of my pilgrimage is overshadowed by it and every time I open my
mouth to tell people about my pilgrimage, what comes out is the story of how
Jesus is still being persecuted today in the people of Bethlehem and other
areas of the Holy Land. Our pilgrimage guide deliberately included contact with
the living stones of the Holy Land, particularly in Bethlehem, and provided
opportunities speak to them and offer what little moral and material support we
could. This included staying in Bethlehem for five nights at the splendid Jacir
Palace Hotel, which has had to shut down several times over the years for lack
of pilgrim traffic. We became aware of what it meant to them to have us there.
They were so gracious and kind. It was very humbling.
Our first contact with the living stones was as we traveled from Galilee to Jerusalem. Our tour guide had arranged for us to meet with a group of Muslim Bedouins whose nomadic lifestyle is no longer possible as their territory has been overtaken by Israeli settlements. They now live with their animals in small communities of tin shacks eking out whatever existence they can with their small herds, selling trinkets where possible. They live in extreme poverty. We brought them lightly used shoes and clothing and were humbled by their ardent gratitude. Shoes are very important to nomads, and they wear out quickly in the rocky hills. I thought of the shoes in my closet that are never worn because of a pinch here or there. Those people would be happy for them.
Our next contact with living
stones was a visit to a Catholic secondary school in Bethlehem. The school
welcomes all Palestinian students, no matter their faith background. The
Catholic school provides a quality education for the children who live within
the walls. They work towards peace, harmony and respect for all. Unfortunately,
the Palestinian children are unlikely to be able to fulfill their career dreams
as they may never be allowed to exit the walls of Bethlehem.
Bethlehem does have an
excellent university, however (https://www.bethlehem.edu). One person we encountered attended the university
and got permission to finish her college education in Jerusalem. However, once
she obtained her degree, she was not given permission to find work outside of
Bethlehem, and has been unemployed ever since. Her husband is fortunate to have
a job, but many educated people live there in poverty or are seriously
We arrived at the school on
a Friday, a traditional day off for the students and staff as it is a holy day
of worship for Muslims. Sunday is also a day off as it is a Christian holy day,
but Saturday is not a day off, so the weekend is split. No matter, since they
are not allowed to go away for the weekend but must remain inside the walls
even then. The students and staff were joyful and came in on their day off to
talk to us. The young student I spoke to had aspirations of becoming an
electrical engineer like his father and starting his own business. I did not
ask if his father was currently working. He spoke with pride and I prayed for
his dreams to be fulfilled. He also talked about the possibility of going to Europe
on exchange, which he may indeed get permission to do. The danger is that
students who get a taste of the outside world often make plans to leave
permanently. I couldn’t help but think that might be the reason they get
permission to go, so they won’t come back.
The school staff then
offered us refreshments, and the students (including some girls) played a game
of basketball in the outdoor courtyard for our enjoyment. I was impressed by
the students’ resilience and joy, but I am haunted by them. I am free. They are
Later that day, we had a
visit from the priest who is with the Secretariat for Christian Educational Institutions
for all of Israel and Palestine. He spoke about how they are working for love
and peace in the Holy Land by welcoming and serving others in their schools and
in their lives, that they do not just coexist as Christians and Muslims, but
that they live together as community, as neighbours, and as friends. He asked
us to go home and be witnesses, to encourage people to come here to see for
themselves. He thanked us for coming to see the living stones of Bethlehem.
In his work, he travels all
over the region to the schools, including in Gaza, which is the poorest area of
Palestine. There is a great deal of damage from Israeli artillery there, but
the Israelis do not allow building materials in and no outside food. It is a
desperate situation and they are little able to help themselves. In other
walled off areas of Palestine, they have access to outside food and building
materials, but they are very expensive. When the priest was asked about their
needs, he asked for prayer, donations if possible, and that we would make known
the situation among those we can reach.
Since coming home, whenever
I have spoken to people about my pilgrimage and the situation in Bethlehem, I
am met with shock. How is it that this has been their situation since 2002 and
we have not heard about it? I am haunted by that as well.
The tiniest living stones we
met were the children at an orphanage in Bethlehem run by an order of Sisters.
We brought gently-used clothing, supplies, candy—and bubbles! We spent an hour
visiting with the children and blowing bubbles. The Sisters were grateful, the
children were happy, and we were deeply moved by the experience. Some of the
children had been left there by parents who could not afford to keep them.
Again, the injustice of it haunted me.
While hope for the future is
hardly possible for any of them, the spirit of the people is not crushed. They hope
for and rely on pilgrim traffic to sustain them. We purchased what we could
from vendors in Bethlehem, knowing it was likely their only source of income.
In one shop, one of the young brothers who ran it asked one of our group
members to keep an eye on the place while he went to get his older brother for
a price check! Within the walls there is a high degree of trust. Not the
narrative you get from the other side of the wall.
One ray of hope, dare I say a moment of pride as a lay Franciscan, was when I learned of the importance of the Franciscans in the Holy Land.
Franciscans have been there
since 1217, the time of St. Francis, when they created in the order the “Province
of the Holy Land”. They have been in the Holy Land in one form or another since
then. Since 1342 they have been known under the title “Custody of the Holy
Land”. They currently occupy Saint Savior Monastery in Jerusalem. Their primary
responsibility is safeguarding Christian holy places and making sure the
spiritual value of these places is preserved. They welcome pilgrims and
maintain the shrines, basilicas, and churches in the Holy Land.
We had a presentation from
one of the Franciscans in Jerusalem and he told us what a delicate diplomatic
balancing act it is to have so many religions and even various Christian sects
as actors in the preservation of the holy places. Very often at meetings,
nothing gets decided, so nothing gets done. Changes come slowly if at all. He
mentioned that in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre a ladder is brought out each
Lent and placed where it was once used to light candles—right in the path of
pilgrims entering and leaving the building. It is no longer needed because
electricity was installed a long time ago. However, the ladder comes out every
Ash Wednesday anyway and must be gone around by the thousands entering and
leaving. Apparently, there are more important things to talk about at meetings
than useless ladders!
Given the Franciscans’ long
service, and their knowledge of the inner workings of the Holy Land machinery,
we owe them a great debt of gratitude, and an abundance of prayers for their
continued presence. God is working miracles through them that we will never
What can be done?
I grieve for Bethlehem. I
have had difficulty writing and talking about my pilgrimage to the Holy Land
because when I open my mouth to speak, my words are haunted by the living
stones. They are crying out for justice and I feel called to give them a voice.
I have also been haunted by the words addressed to
Saul of Tarsus in the Acts excerpt at the beginning of this article: “Why do
you persecute me?” “Who are you, Lord?” “I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting.”
May God intercede with the same blinding miracle of conversion for those who
are persecuting the living stones of the Holy Land.
If you too are haunted by
the plight of our brothers and sisters in the Holy Land, there are ways to help.
First of all, pray and offer sacrifices and especially the Mass for them. The
Holy Land is bleeding Christians, now down to 2% of the population. If the
situation does not change, what will keep the few remaining Christians there?
Would you stay if you were in their situation? Please pray for those who are
sacrificing so much to keep the Christian presence alive in the Holy Land.
Second, educate yourself and
others, and write to your federal representative urging them to ensure that the
basic human rights of Palestinian citizens are respected and protected.
Third, donate to the Good
Friday collection in support of the Holy Land, either through the parish or at https://www.custodia.org/en. The Catholic Near East Welfare Association www.cnewa.org also has
projects that include support for foreign workers in Israel and the poor in
Palestine. You can also support students directly through the University of
Above all, if you can, pay a
visit to the living stones of the Holy Land to support and encourage them, to
let them know they are not forgotten in the world. Join or arrange a church
pilgrimage, but try to use Christian agencies. And don’t be afraid to stay in
Bethlehem. The birthplace of Jesus is full of beautiful souls. They will do
everything in their power to serve you joyfully. Their hospitality is limited
only by the limitations they are under. Dare to enter into their passion as
Simon of Cyrene did for Jesus.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, we
pray for the Holy Land, for peace that comes from hearts filled with love, for justice
that flows from the heart of God, and for strength and courage for those who
are bearing the cross of injustice.
St. Paul, pray with us, that
the peace of Christ, beyond all understanding will fill the hearts of all.
(Friends, I first wrote this in 2006 and have re-posted it a few times now. I find it helps me in preparing for Christmas to meditate on this at Advent.)
(John the Baptist) went throughout (the) whole region of the Jordan, proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins, as it is written in the book of the words of the prophet Isaiah:
‘The voice of one crying out in the wilderness: “Prepare the way of the Lord, make his paths straight. Every valley shall be filled, and every mountain and hill shall be made low, and the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough ways made smooth; and all flesh shall see the salvation of God.” ’ (Luke 3:3-6)
For some reason I have found myself doing a lot of apologizing lately. So much so, that I have felt compelled to reflect on the phenomena. Two possibilities emerge: either I have been acting more rashly than usual lately, or else the Lord is giving me some new illumination on the effects my words and actions are having on others. If it is the latter, then comes the horrifying thought that I have habitually acted in ways that are arbitrarily hurtful to others. Mercy!
“Every mountain and hill shall be made low.” As I read the above gospel reading, I begin to realize that these humiliations may be meant to form part of my “fast of St. Martin”**. The mountains of my pride and the hills of my arrogance are being laid low, one at a time. Gee, I wonder how many there are?
As painful and humiliating as the process is, I must be grateful to God for the grace of it. The more the rough ways of my selfishness are made smooth, the more comfortable a resting-place will my heart be for the Prince of Peace when he comes. I suppose it is Mary’s doing. As I prepare to renew my consecration to her on December 12, I can imagine her making ready the poor and lowly manger of my heart to receive the Infant King. Her loving care for my miserable soul dazzles like the star of Bethlehem. Who can fathom her love for us and for all she does to make us ready to receive her Son?
I am reminded of an Advent experience a few years ago. It was a time of great personal trial for me. Our business was failing and the future seemed far from certain. It was at this very low point of my life, during Advent, that God withdrew from me any smidgen of evidence that he was there. I had no comfort. Prayer was a chore. I felt heavy. It was a feeling that went beyond the circumstances of my life. Spiritually speaking, it was a dark night.
There was one prayer I prayed over and over, but even that I prayed without feeling. It was from Psalm 116, vs 10: “I trusted, even when I said, ‘I am sorely afflicted.’” It was a prayer of the will, not the heart. But it was all I could muster, and I clung to it.
It was a long, dry Advent for me. I could not look forward to Christmas in any way. When I went to confession, even though I had not told the priest about my darkness, he made this comment out of the blue, “I see a baby. Why don’t you invite the Infant Jesus into your heart this Christmas.”
I did not give his words much thought. They were far too simplistic for what I was going through. Then, the BSP newsletter came out. In Bruce’s column, lo! and behold, he also encouraged us to invite the Infant Jesus into our hearts at Christmas.
Okay,okay, I’ll do it, I thought. Something simple can always be tried, I suppose. But, like Naaman*, I didn’t hold out much hope.
I dragged myself to Christmas Eve mass even though I had no heart for it. After communion I decided to try the “simple thing”. I invited the Infant Jesus into my heart. At that very moment, the darkness lifted. The Light was back! I could not believe or understand it, but there it was! My life circumstances had not changed, but my Jesus was back in my heart! With unprecedented joy my heart sang, “Glory to God in the highest! And peace to his people on earth!” My prayer of trust had been answered most spectacularly in my very own Christmas miracle!
If I were to draw a single lesson for penitents from these Advent experiences it would be to encourage all of us to remain docile to whatever the Lord or his Mother ask of us during Advent. As penitents we have a special role to play in making straight the way of the Lord. Let us not begrudge Our Lord and Our Lady anything they ask, but offer it all up for the forgiveness of sins and for the conversion of sinners.
May our Advent sacrifices make straight the way of the Lord, so that all flesh may see the salvation of God this Christmas. May the Infant Jesus dwell in every heart.
Luke 15:11-32 “…(The prodigal son) would gladly have filled himself with the pods that the pigs were eating; and no one gave him anything. But when he came to himself he said, “How many of my father’s hired hands have bread enough and to spare, but here I am dying of hunger! I will get up and go to my father, and I will say to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son; treat me like one of your hired hands.’ ”
Like the prodigal son in the Gospel reading above, we all have lessons to learn, and they may indeed be just as hard-won for us as they were for the prodigal! Usually there is pride involved on some level. Lately I have felt the Lord revealing to me some of my defects of character, some of which I counted as strengths! Ouch! It has meant a series of trials, big and small, in which I had to assiduously inspect my own motives and actions, until finally, when the lesson was ready to be learned, a light went on.
“Then Jesus said to the crowds and to his disciples, ‘The scribes and the Pharisees sit on Moses’ seat; therefore, do whatever they teach you and follow it; but do not do as they do, for they do not practise what they teach. They tie up heavy burdens, hard to bear, and lay them on the shoulders of others; but they themselves are unwilling to lift a finger to move them.’” (Matthew 23:1-4)
Do you notice how much more you have to pay for torn blue jeans these days? What used to be seen as a sign of abject poverty is now elevated to a status symbol, a fashion statement. I think this can be seen as a metaphor for the spiritual poverty of our age, a sign of the times. It seems many are no longer ashamed of their spiritual poverty, but wear their spiritual dysfunction as a status symbol, a fashion statement. Their spirit may be in tatters, but they’re too cool to care.
Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children, and live in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God. (Ephesians 5:1-2)
We all have crosses. And indeed, as Franciscan penitents, we are exhorted to take the words of Christ to heart and live them, “If any want to become my followers, let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.” (Mt. 16:24) Knowing that this is our call and living it, however, are two different matters. How often, when a cross is given to us, do we turn our faces, pray for deliverance, tell the Lord, “Not this cross, Lord. It is much too heavy for me! I will carry a cross, just not this one.” How fickle and frail we are! I was struggling last week with a cross of my own when I felt led to pick up the writings of Luisa Piccarreta. Here is what I read:
Isaiah 12:3 With joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation.
Global tensions are on a seemingly exponential uptick. Yet the utter importance of joy has been coming to me again and again. The above Scripture passage can be read in two ways, a passive way and an active way. The passive way implies that joy is what we are filled with after we are saved. Very true. But the active reading of this passage tells us that joy can also be the “bucket” we can use to draw water from the wells of salvation. Joy therefore becomes an instrument of salvation in the hand of the Christian.
Matthew 26:39 My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from me; yet not what I want, but what you want.
In some Christian circles, any form of suffering, especially if it follows a good deed, is seen as an “attack”. But, I think we do God a disservice if we are too quick to attribute these things to the evil one. I have often thought of what Sirach says about suffering:
“My child, if you aspire to serve the Lord, prepare yourself for an ordeal. Be sincere of heart, be steadfast, and do not be alarmed when disaster comes. Cling to him and do not leave him, so that you may be honoured at the end of your days. Whatever happens to you, accept it, and in the uncertainties of your humble state, be patient, since gold is tested in the fire, and the chosen in the furnace of humiliation.” [Sirach 2:1-5]
Read this again: “If you aspire to serve the Lord, prepare yourself for an ordeal.” How many of us know the truth of this first-hand! St. Theresa of Avila, once complained to the Lord about a trial she was undergoing, to which Jesus replied, “Teresa, that’s how I treat all my friends.” Teresa responded, “No wonder you have so few of them.”
Matthew 24:42 Keep awake, therefore, for you do not know on what day your Lord is coming.
Most people in the secular world—and many believers as well—are afraid of death. Certainly a good deal of money is spent in first world countries in an attempt to live longer and put off the inevitable. In the past, some people even experimented with cryogenics so that they could be frozen in the instant after (or even before) death and thawed out once a cure was discovered for whatever had killed them. There is always a buck to be made off people’s desire to avoid death.
I recently watched a series of short videos by Jeff Cavins on the Rabbi-Disciple Relationship*. In the last video of the series, Cavins quotes Archbishop Fulton Sheen as saying that the reason we’re so afraid of dying is that “we have not practiced for it.” It is not difficult to picture Archbishop Sheen saying that, with his characteristic twinkle. But what did he mean?
Luke 21:9-19 When you hear of wars and insurrections, do not be terrified; for such things must happen first, but it will not immediately be the end.” Then he said to them, “Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be powerful earthquakes, famines, and plagues from place to place; and awesome sights and mighty signs will come from the sky. “Before all this happens, however, they will seize and persecute you, they will hand you over to the synagogues and to prisons, and they will have you led before kings and governors because of my name. It will lead to your giving testimony. Remember, you are not to prepare your defense beforehand, for I myself shall give you a wisdom in speaking that all your adversaries will be powerless to resist or refute. You will even be handed over by parents, brothers, relatives, and friends, and they will put some of you to death. You will be hated by all because of my name, but not a hair on your head will be destroyed. By your perseverance you will secure your lives.”
The Mass readings in November are somber in tone—dire even. The fact that the month preceding Advent offers Mass readings that are meant to shake us up, is an annual reminder that followers of Christ should guard against getting too comfortable; the Lord, through the Church, is warning us against complacency. We are not meant for this world and so the world will necessarily hate us. I heard a bishop say once that if you’re fitting in quite well with the world, you’re doing it wrong! Those of us striving to live “in the world, but not of it” would do well to check ourselves often. The pull of the world is subtle; before we know it, we can be pulled under! We must remain vigilant!
However, if we only look at the warnings in the November readings we are missing something crucial. Read again the last half of the above Scripture passage. The Lord is promising to be with us in all our trials in a powerful way. He promises wisdom to confound our persecutors; he promises the greatest reward of all for what we suffer in his name—eternal life with him.