Saturday, March 18, 2017

The Ides of March 1917

In an era accustomed to shocking news, it was still... shocking.

A hundred years ago the world was globally linked, and -- thanks to the telegraph -- news circulated rapidly as a rule. Nevertheless there were exceptions. A landscape broken up by nearly three years of war had more than its share of downed telegraph wires. And reporters still had to rely on ground transport to file their stories.

Sometimes news was delayed.

Thus it happened that the ominous transformation that occurred suddenly in Russia on March 15, 1917 (Gregorian Calendar) didn't reach English language newspapers until the evening of March 16 and the morning of March 17. Anglo-Americans were aware of the protests in St Petersburg in recent days, so it was not surprising that news was difficult to come by in this week.

When the dispatches finally did come through, however, they were more than anyone expected. What had happened was nothing less than the beginning of the end of a world.



The "Tsar," the Emperor, the Autocrat of "All the Russias" had been overthrown. It was a Revolution. It was the end of Europe's oldest reigning dynasty and the fall of a thousand year old monarchy. It launched a vast nation into a crisis of identity that would have enormous repercussions for the history of the twentieth century.

The abdication of Nicholas II to what was perceived to be a "democratic assembly" seemed like an optimistic development to English parliamentarians and American republicans in 1917. In fact, the assembly was deeply unstable and already in the process of collapsing internally. A huge hole was opening up in Russia's political life, and power would soon be up for grabs for whoever was clever enough, opportunistic enough, and ruthless enough to take hold of it.

None of this was apparent, nor did it seem too important, to English and American readers during the third week of March 1917, however. Russia was England's ally in the war, and Russian spokesmen assured the English that the Duma remained committed to the war effort. That's what mattered to the English (and the Americans, who were weeks away from joining the war themselves).

Not only was the Great War nowhere closer to ending. It was, in a certain sense, just getting under way. The desperate conflict between nations and peoples that would dominate the history of the twentieth century was beginning to take shape.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Chiara Luce Badano: A Light That Helps Me Trust in God's Love

My On This Day Facebook flashback page has been reminding me all week of my first "encounter," five years ago, with the amazing Blessed Chiara Luce Badano (1971-1990). This beautiful 18 year old girl died from a long and painful struggle with osteosarcoma (bone cancer), all of which she offered in union with Jesus in His cry of abandonment on the cross.

Though she was beatified in 2010, I had never heard of her before March 12, 2012 when--while fiddling around on the internet--I happened upon an article or web page or something about her that led me to more resources in English and Italian. It's funny, because there was no particularly discernible "reason" why all this should happen on March 12, 2012 as her feast is in October. It was just a circumstance of a moment in time, but it had a profound impact on my life. 

On that day (and the ones that followed) I not only read her inspiring story but also heard her recorded voice and saw this picture and others. I "met" her, in a sense, "through" a multimedia experience on the internet, but of course it was the grace of Jesus living in the Church and in Chiara Luce's witness that touched my heart and initiated something vital and enduring. 

The Communion of Saints is a very real dimension of our Christian lives, and five years ago this week was the beginning of a friendship with this tremendous soul who continues to be a real help to me. She intercedes for me and for our family, but she also "listens" to me and (I really think) guides me in discrete ways to remember the love of Jesus and to notice things I might otherwise ignore. She taps me gently on the shoulder and says, "Look. Look there."

She is, indeed, a "chiara luce," a clear light which shows a glimpse of the extraordinary reality of God's love in the ordinary circumstances of life and in "ordinary people." 

At the center of herself, however, she burns so bright that it leaves me blinded in the luminous night which is the experience of the reality of our faith. The depths of her suffering and love (such as she expresses in the quotation above) completely blow me away: The love Christ has for us and that He empowers us to offer back to Him and, with Him, to the world is something entirely beyond my understanding, my calculations, my measure. I am just a small man with a small mind--indeed I am a crude, narrow, stingy old sinner--but Jesus still surprises me again and again with His mercy, which is my hope. 

Thanks, Chiara Luce! You are a great friend to me. 😊

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

The Big Storm... Was That It?

"Oh, the humanity!" -- well, not so much for us.



Yesterday, finally--a week before the first day of Spring--we had THE BIG STORM. Well, it was supposed to be, in any case. All the folks on The Weather Channel were running around with breathless excitement after spending most of the Winter in little towns in Minnesota. 😉

Some places got hit pretty well, indeed. What about us?




But, I'm sure everyone is wondering, "What about the forsythia bush that has been my pride and joy during this (early) spring?"

Oh my, oh my....


But during the day, some thaw set in and it rallied! 😊


These flowers are so tough. No wonder they can risk coming out at the first sign of Spring weather.

Finally, while I was out inspecting the property, I decided to wax philosophical in a spontaneous way, for less than 60 seconds and in just one "take." If I look pretty grim in this video, it's because I was freezing cold in nothing but a light sweater.

Still haven't learned to put a coat on, even after all these years. Sorry Mom and Dad! 😉


Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Let Us Set Things Right

In his homily today, Pope Francis said:


Here he is commenting on the first reading, passages from which I have set forth below with the help of some experimentation in graphics:



Monday, March 13, 2017

A Great Green Global Gathering for Grimmie's Birthday

💚 This graphic is not some sort of peculiar early Saint Patrick's Day motif. It's another small effort to pay tribute to the late Christina Grimmie (March 12, 1994 - June 10, 2016) on the occasion of her 23rd birthday.

These days have seen a remarkable outpouring of love and appreciation for the slain artist and her family and friends from so many different people and places.

As I have often noted in this blog, Christina was a prodigious musical talent with a spectacular voice and a beautiful soul. She was an inspiration to young and old, parents and children, people all over the world.

Why green? It was her favorite color, a fact that she managed to convey through countless references and gestures in her many videos. Green was her favorite for numerous reasons: Green for Grimmie, green for the color of elves, and especially green for the color of "Link," the heroic protagonist in the Legends of Zelda video game series. Since her death, her international band of followers have taken as a specific reference the green heart emoji. 

Link from the Zelda game.
As green is the theme for her truly global (and ongoing) "birthday party" (both online and on the ground in places as far away as the Philippines and Latin America), I decided to stop being such an intellectual fuddy-duddy and use the graphics part of my brain to do something odd and goofy. (Although, let's face it, I'm intellectually pretty odd and goofy too! 😊)

Not that the graphic doesn't have significance: the green background sets off her image in tones of brown and gold and yellow, as if it were a blazing light, a fire -- undefeated but gentle, warm, and above all, luminous.

As a musician and performer, Christina left a legacy both in sound and in image. I think she presented the kind of visual impression that Marshall McLuhan was trying to identify when he coined the term "iconic" specifically with reference to electronic media. But in a way she turned McLuhan's insight on its head: she succeeded in mastering media technology in such a way that she was able to shape it into genuine communication, conveying to it the indelible stamp of her own personality and allowing others to encounter her (in a certain sense) through it. There is perhaps something here at least analogous to the broader and more classical sense of "the iconic."

Christina Grimmie is greatly missed especially on this, her 23rd birthday, but she will never be forgotten, and she is certainly not invisible. 

Friday, March 10, 2017

Life and Death, Ashes and Fire



Nine months ago, Christina Grimmie was murdered. Twenty three years ago this Sunday, she was born into this world.

"A time to be born, and a time to die" (Ecclesiastes 3:2). Such a short time. What claim can a drop of water make between the time it sprays up in the wind and the time it falls back into the vast ocean? Or the stick that sparkles in the fire before collapsing into black dust and disappearing into the dark cold earth?

"All is vanity" (Ecclesiastes 1:2). Still, in all the vast galaxies of dust and fire and ashes there are these tiny specks that call themselves human beings, and that have the audacity to protest against gravity. They fight against the darkness. They refuse to accept their own disappearance. They fight for life, and more... for goodness, beauty, and truth.



Do they have a chance? Do we have a chance?

Let's face it: all our hearts are invested in this wild hope. Humans struggle and dream. They long to win even when all seems lost. They look for help. Indeed, something about the experience of life and its correspondence to the depths of themselves tells them that they must not give up. They must keep hoping, keep seeking.

All through history they have had their hopes, their stories, or (as we see today) their superheroes and their games. They know that it's not just a farce, a delusion--that there is something real about heroism and therefore that it's worth getting up again, summoning the strength, taking risks, being courageous.

The Grimmie family and others who are carrying on Christina's legacy are working hard to arrange for the posthumous release of the significant body of music she made in the last year of her life. Today they also posted a dramatic and fascinating animated video for the song Invisible. Though Christina didn't work on this video herself before her death, it was conceived by those who knew her best, who were closest to her. It was made as a tribute to her spirit and her various interests, style, struggles, and ways of having fun. Click HERE to watch it on her YouTube channel.

Christina loved fantasy genre and was an avid video game player, especially the Legends of Zelda. Not all video games are about gratuitous violence. Some aspire to present the perennial epic human stories in new ways, to dramatize the struggle for the good and against evil. The human question about what makes life worth living cannot be suppressed. We should not be surprised to find it rising up in what we might think are unusual places.

Ecclesiastes, chapter 1, verse 2... in Elvish?
Whatever space is given to human beings to live, they will search for meaning there. Even in the midst of the most intense obscurity and brokenness, the insatiable human thirst for the truth of life--for beauty, freedom, love, goodness, and justice--will assert itself. And with such an enormous and seemingly impossible need, the hope for a hero, a champion, will rise up in the human heart.

Christina Grimmie loved these stories of the battle for the good and the victory of good over evil, and she also loved the book of Ecclesiastes in the Bible. She sensed both the intensity and the irony of its author's dissatisfaction with the things of the world, the things that pass away, the things that are not enough to satisfy the human heart. She had the verse "All is vanity" tattooed on her right arm in the Elvish script of J.R.R. Tolkien.

Of course, she knew that the stories of heroes were not merely fantasies. She knew that the world was being saved from its own vanities, that history itself was being fashioned into the greatest of all stories, that at the heart of history was a real man who died and rose from the dead.

Ultimately He is the one who summons every human heart to remain in hope.

Two of Christina Grimmie's many posts on Twitter where she witnessed to the hope that shaped everything for her.

Monday, March 6, 2017

Eileen's Birthday and Her Gift to Us

March 5, 2017 was a very, very special day. 

Yesterday, Eileen Janaro attained the "age of wisdom." Yes, this particular birthday represents a special milestone for my beloved wife (in numerical terms).

You understand, of course, that when it comes to specific "figures," it is beyond my power to provide them. I can speak of such things only with regard to myself; I wouldn't dare to reveal the secrets of a lady. Call me old fashioned. (Or call me silly, or a smart aleck, whatever... 😜 )

But you can probably guess what that number is, even if she does look like she's still barely twenty nine. 😊 

I must take the opportunity on this blog to say Happy Birthday to my dear beautiful lady! 💗

She is truly a jewel of a human being. I love her more than I can ever express, and I am so grateful to God for her. I am overwhelmed by the blessing that she is, and by how she has loved me and cared for me, our children, and so many people in our community through her teaching and guidance at the John XXIII Montessori Children's Center.

My wife has a charism for hospitality, in the sense that she opens up "spaces" where joy can awaken and flourish, where contemplation of truth and beauty can be experienced and shared. I do believe that she has a charism in the proper sense of the term, a gift of the Holy Spirit, a special grace that nevertheless works in and through all of her remarkable natural talents.

We have a happy home. It's cluttered because we have lots of interesting things going on, not much space, and (as a consistent feature) way more books than any reasonable private home ought to have (and that is really my fault). But it is a gentle, happy place. She deserves the credit for that.

This is a great lady!
Then, of course, she exercises the exquisite, arduous but also unobtrusive care of a Montessori teacher in her classroom. Many people don't realize how much attention and hard work this requires, but I have been privileged to see her work in these years, and it is a splendid, heroic thing.

Also, Eileen doesn't just "cook" -- she performs miracles with food. She loves to make a feast, and she has a "touch" like that of Babette (from the movie Babette's Feast) in that her food is made with such love that it engenders more love. 

And so it was that friends and family collaborated with her to make possible her birthday celebration in the way she really wanted it. Some friends hosted the gathering at there house, but Eileen herself planned a beautiful dinner for ten people and prepared it with lots of help from our wonderful daughters. So she didn't have to work too hard, but she did get to "throw her own party," creating a beautiful gathering for some of our oldest and dearest friends.

It really was a beautiful evening, with my wife doing something she really loves: shaping an environment that fosters a deeply human experience, with hospitality and beauty, conversation, community, and of course great food!

Lovely table setting on the left, and on the right just some of the food: flank steak with herbs, tomato and garlic, risotto, salad, wine, & so much more!
Just a couple of quick pics with the phone to give you an idea of how lovely and delicious everything was. The dessert was an apple cake with whipped cream. We didn't actually have a "blowing out the candles" moment, now that I think about it.

But it was a beautiful evening in every way.

In any case, we are not done celebrating this significant natal anniversary. On March 23, Eileen and I will go see the Washington Capitals (you know, of course, that this gentle, soft-spoken woman loves hockey) along with John Paul, Teresa, and Josefina. So that will be at least one other birth-month "party" and a nice collaborative birthday present from the family. Hopefully the Caps will do their part and give the gift of a victory. 


Josefina also decided to encourage me--in light of my current preoccupation with graphics and her expertise in old fashioned coloring--to make a special birthday drawing. We spent several hours putting this together. I just did an outline on the computer which obviously shows that I'm still in my "geometric phase," while Jojo sat next to me and coached me. Then I printed a copy of it and colored it by hand with (Josefina's) colored pencils, once again relying on her advice on which colors to use in different places.

The result was another "busy" and colorful production, but a truly homemade card, with lots of "heart" (in more ways than one 😏).

She is the love of my life, my life's companion, a treasure beyond all estimation. May God grant her many more years, and grant us many more years together. 💕


Saturday, March 4, 2017

The Gratuitousness of God's Love

"God is great and powerful, but His greatness and power are displayed in loving us, we who are so little, so incapable....

"It is love that takes the first step, which does not depend on human merits but is of immense gratuitousness.

"It is the divine solicitude that nothing can stop, not even sin, because it is able to go beyond sin, to overcome evil and forgive it."

~Pope Francis

Friday, March 3, 2017

For a Real Fast, Sackcloth and Ashes Are Not Enough



God's people thought they were following the rules. They thought they were 'pushing all the right buttons' to access the Divinity. This whole fasting-and-penance thing was, after all, His idea. And yet it didn't seem to be 'working.' God's people didn't get it, so they started to grumble:
"Why do we fast, and you do not see it?
afflict ourselves, and you take no note of it?"
(Isaiah 58:3)
Well, the Lord decided to give them an answer, and boy did He ever give it to them: So you think you're fasting and doing so much service to me, and I'm not being 'fair' with you? What's so great about your fasting and penance? That's my gloss of what might be considered an implied rhetorical question to set the context for what the Lord says in answer to His people. In the text of Isaiah 58, He gets right to the point:

"On your fast day you carry out your own pursuits,
and drive all your laborers.
Yes, your fast ends in quarreling and fighting,
striking with wicked claw.

"Would that today you might fast
so as to make your voice heard on high!

"Is this the manner of fasting I wish,
of keeping a day of penance:
That a man bow his head like a reed
and lie in sackcloth and ashes?
Do you call this a fast,
a day acceptable to the Lord?

"This, rather, is the fasting that I wish:
releasing those bound unjustly,
untying the thongs of the yoke;
Setting free the oppressed,
breaking every yoke;
Sharing your bread with the hungry,
sheltering the oppressed and the homeless;
Clothing the naked when you see them,
and not turning your back on your own.

"Then your light shall break forth like the dawn,
and your wound shall quickly be healed;
Your vindication shall go before you,
and the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard.
Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer,
you shall cry for help, and he will say: Here I am!

"If you remove the yoke from among you,
the accusing finger, and malicious speech;
If you lavish your food on the hungry
and satisfy the afflicted;
Then your light shall rise in the darkness,
and your gloom shall become like midday;
Then the Lord will guide you always
and satisfy your thirst in parched places,
will give strength to your bones
And you shall be like a watered garden,
like a flowing spring whose waters never fail."

(Isaiah 58:3-11)

This is what God wants first and foremost, every season of the year: that we adhere to Him, trust in Him and walk in His ways, recognize Him and serve Him in the poor and afflicted, and turn away from sin.

If we trust in our own power, we will inevitably resort to violence, and our desperate attempts to hide our injustice behind a few external penitential practices are not going to gain favor with the God of justice.

How much simpler it is to relinquish our own grasping, covetousness, and ambition. If we let our hearts be opened by treating our neighbors with justice and love--as persons who share with us the dignity of being made in the image of God--then we will experience the healing power of the God of mercy.

He will satisfy our thirst in the desert.


Thursday, March 2, 2017

Does the Search for "Clarity" Hold Us Back?

I recently came across several versions of an anecdote about a brief conversation between Mother Teresa and the then-young John Kavanaugh, S.J. (who went on to 36 years of distinguished service teaching philosophy at Saint Louis University before his death in 2012). Kavanaugh worked with Mother Teresa at the Missionaries of Charity "home for the dying" in Calcutta in 1975 during his final year of the lengthy Jesuit preparation process.

At the end of his time in India, Kavanaugh was trying to discern whether to request to return to his place as a university professor in America or to remain where he was, in service to the poorest of the poor. Though the story varies in the telling, the conversation went something like this:

Mother Teresa: "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Fr Kavanaugh: "Yes, please pray for me. Pray that I might have clarity."
Mother Teresa: "No. I will not pray for this. Your search for clarity is what holds you back."
Fr Kavanaugh: "But Mother, you have always had clarity about everything."
Mother Teresa: "No, I have never had clarity. What I have always had is trust. I will pray that you will come to trust in God."

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Pieces of a Dusty Wednesday in March



Here is a random collection of words and images that were part of today's (somewhat later than usual) beginning of the annual journey towards Easter. As we see above, the starlings still gather in the treetops in the last days of a Winter that never quite got started this year. Spring begins to be in the air, but the trees are bare and the bird's head is black as ashes.

"Ash Wednesday" is always a good time to "turn again" to the verses of T. S. Eliot's great poem named for the day and expressive of what was in 1930 his newfound faith. I love this poem so very very much! Here is the text of Part 1.

Ash Wednesday (Part 1)

Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?

Because I do not hope to know again
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because I cannot drink
There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again

Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce the blessed face
And renounce the voice
Because I cannot hope to turn again
Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something
Upon which to rejoice

And pray to God to have mercy upon us
And pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us

Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still.

Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.

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Now for the sunset with its varied hues:



Next, if you haven't given up all music for Lent, listen to this terrific song that I have been playing again and again through the day. Here is a voice that has been singing out with deep, sometimes ringing strong, sometimes smoky bluesy tones in Contemporary Christian Music in the past few years. Lauren Daigle brings her very special style to this worship song based on the text of Ezekiel 37.



Here are some texts to help us focus on the journey ahead:




And there is the promise that strengthens us in the midst of our sacrifices, which bear fruit even in the present life. Let us not forget that we are living a great adventure. Following Jesus gives us the first taste of the joy of our destiny right now, even as we live here in this world, day by day. It is a life greater than we could ever make for ourselves; a life of suffering too, but with the hope that enables us to endure and the light that leads us forward. The Lord Himself tells us about this adventure, this life of sacrifice and joy and suffering and hope:


Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Hooray For February Baseball!

This is a crummy picture of the TV but, the point is, LOOK!

IT'S THE NATIONALS!

ON TELEVISION!

PLAYING BASEBALL!

And, let the record show, the date is FEBRUARY 28TH: Hooray for February Baseball!!! The Nats won this game with a walk off homer by Michael A. Taylor. Of course, it's Spring Training in Florida, so it doesn't "count" for anything except fun and a good workout for the guys.

But still, it's that magic time of year when every team can dream and every kid can dream. Indeed, it makes me feel ten years old again. I love all sports, but baseball is the only one that is woven into my life in this visceral way. It makes my childhood present to me again, and more: it reminds me of my father and my grandfather, and my son.

So at the end of this February, I feel like a kid, with Spring on the way, another baseball season starting, and longer, brighter days ahead.

It's silly taking pictures of the television, but this is where it's happening: The boys in the dugout and wise old Dusty Baker. 

Monday, February 27, 2017

Crazy Brain Rest

I have been "resting my brain" (seriously) by experimenting with shapes and colors and texts and stuff. This is kinda crazy, but I love the Bible verse! Anyway, this blog is my "workshop" so I'm not going to hide the clutter that I'm piddling around with.

Whoa! It's so... busy. It's not even finished, but it's overdone and I don't think I'll try to mess it up any further. Meanwhile I tried out a few easy graphic doodles worth remembering for future experiments.


Sunday, February 26, 2017

Christianity is not an "Escape"

We can't avoid the big questions. They are fundamental to who we are. We are always "asking them," at least concretely, through the ardor of our desire for life and the tenacity with which we hold onto it and the frustration we so often endure when our expectations are thwarted.

The big questions. We can't escape them: "What is the purpose of all of these things I want and why am I afraid to lose them? Why does life seem to have this 'meaning' that keeps asserting itself?" 

"What do I need to be happy?" "How can we find justice, peace, solidarity, beauty?" "Why do we even care about all these things?" 

"What is this longing inside me that aches and is never satisfied?" 

"Why must we die, and why must we endure the death of those we love, this dark abyss of separation from them?"

Even if we are convinced that we "know the answers," we are always struggling with questions like these in our hearts even if not in our conscious thoughts. We are always searching within the horizon of these questions, always struggling with the circumstances in life because of them. But we can't find satisfying "answers" that make the questions go away. 

The more we live and learn, the more we come to realize that these questions move us toward an ultimate Mystery -- a definitive "answer" that we cannot give to ourselves but that we hope to receive, a promise that sustains our conviction that life is good, that it's worth living and hoping even when everything seems impossible.

As Christians, we think we know the meaning of life and death. We think we know the answers to the great human questions. And indeed the Gospel is the revelation of the truth. This is a fundamental and inestimable grace that gives light to our path. But we hold the truth in faith, in a certain "obscurity," through a glass darkly even when our attention and vigilance are at their height. And we are also weak, so easily forgetful, distracted, confused. 

We Christians can't expect our collection of thoughts, or the level at which we understand things, to be sufficient to end the essential "restlessness" of our human journey in this life. Our minds do not somehow provide us with an escape from the drama of human existence, from grappling with the mystery of our own destiny, or enduring the gut-wrenching suffering of our limits and failures, of the twisted strangeness of sin and the inescapable reality of death.

Of course, our faith reassures us that there is eternal life, that death has been conquered. There is comfort here; indeed, when life seems incomprehensible we are reminded that our trust in Jesus must be radical and total. We must trust, because it is through love that faith holds on in the most obscure places, the inexpressibly personal places where ideas can seem so cold.

Christianity is not "cheap and easy answers to the fundamental questions of life." Christianity is not an escape from the fragility of our own humanity. Christianity is a Person who loves us and endures our vulnerability to the very end, transforming it from within. The "answer" is the way He embraces each of our lives. We are changed by living with Him. We are not changed by a satisfying explanation. We are changed by Him.

There is no way to "cheat" the drama of life with its challenges, its choices, and its call to endurance. We must live through everything, trusting in Jesus Christ. He is with us, through everything, and He is the source of our strength, especially when we feel powerless and He seems somehow "distant" or even absent. His love draws us infinitely beyond ourselves, toward the fulfillment for which we have been created. He not only promises this fulfillment which we cannot imagine, but He walks with us every step of the way. He is the Way, and He takes upon Himself all the darkest and most desperate and most remote human places.

We must trust in Him, always.

We may not even feel any trust, but still we must trust, we must beg to be able to trust, we must continue to hope even if it all seems wild and terrible or full of anguish and emptiness. Because He Himself really endures with us all the tears, the separations, the crushed hearts, the weight of the pain. Really.

He has made it all His own, because He loves us.

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Episode One of "MY FRONT PORCH" - Gratitude

Here is the premiere episode of a VLOG series in which I must say something interesting or worthwhile in 60 seconds or less. It's a challenge for a long-winded person like me, but yesterday was such a beautiful warm sunny day that it wasn't hard to be relaxed and speak simply, sitting on my porch.

Gratitude is really a simple thing. But it is an essential thing.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Meeting an Other

"To be conscious of oneself right to the core is to perceive, at the depths of the self, an Other. This is prayer: to be conscious of oneself to the very center, to the point of meeting an Other. Thus prayer is the only human gesture which totally realizes the human being's stature" (Luigi Giussani, +February 22, 2005).

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

An Announcement Regarding My Internet Use During Lent

"Thumbs down" or "thumbs up" -- which will it be for me?

I have made an important decision regarding the use of the internet during this coming Lent. It regards what I need to do in order to prepare myself to celebrate the Passion and Resurrection of Jesus.

I have decided that I'm going to give more time to my friends through social media and the internet.

That is not a typo. It means what it says: through social media (or "on" social media, or whatever). Another way of putting it might be "to focus on the human person who is always and in every way the point of communications media."

To focus on "the person" means to focus on you. It means to give, concretely, more time to interacting with you and "listening" to you, while ignoring all that other stuff that wastes time.

I waste too much time reading things I don't need to read about things I don't need to know. I really want to work on that in the "desert" of these upcoming 40 days.

But I don't want to give you up for Lent.

If I didn't think there was real communication with real people going on in all of these various forms of interactive media, I would be GONE... and not just during Lent.



I understand that it helps some people to take "a break" from Facebook, Twitter, or whatever. I take my share of breaks. If this helps certain people for Lent, I don't want to discourage them. But personally I want to focus on an effort to be more human on what Benedict and Francis have called "the digital continent."

This is a work that requires effort, attention, and sacrifice. And it is a work that must be done.

Because if there is nothing human here, if the internet is just an escape, a diversion, a mode of self-indulgence and delusion, then we should totally BURN THIS SUCKER TO THE GROUND. I'm serious!

But I think "real life" and "real people" are the point of what we do online. However much I may fail, however incoherent I may be, my desire is to be here for the real persons who are searching for truth and love and for some way to be together.

I pray for the grace to focus on this reality, and be faithful to it.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Christina Grimmie Won't Be Invisible. Her Light Blazes On.

Christina Grimmie's first posthumous single, Invisible, was released by UMG/Republic Records on Friday. Along with it came news that Side B, the companion to last year's EP Side A, would appear next month.

The strong electronic music style represents yet another direction for her, and she takes hold of it with a wonderful brightness and originality. The large spectrum of sounds and variations of beat are a rich setting for her brilliant voice as it soars beautifully with all the colors and power and gracefulness we have come to know and love. And more.

It's an exciting introduction to this final phase of her musical career.

Then there are the striking lyrics to this anthem that rings with the persistence of someone who refuses to be put down by the negativity of another person.

The lyrics, indeed... wow! There is something deeply dramatic going on here.

The song is about a girl and a boy that she once trusted in some way, enough to allow herself to be vulnerable and open to him ("I thought you were worth it / Pulling back the curtain / I see why I was hurting, boy"). He tried to make her "disappear" or even die, at least metaphorically, but she insists that this is not going to happen ("I won't be another ghost / No, I won't be invisible / You see me everywhere you go").

Indeed, this "boy" is not the master of her existence ("I don't need your permission / to go on existing with or without you, boy"). She will not be defeated by his effort to put her down; rather she will go on with a presence that is stronger than ever. The bridge of the song is enough to give you chills down the spine. She sings these words twice, transitioning with a crescendo into the finale:

"I won't be diminished, eclipsed, or hidden
You're gonna see my light blaze black to life
Like the phoenix rise."


"You're gonna see my light blaze back to life like the phoenix rise."

On the surface this appears to be a song about a girl breaking free from a bad relationship that had descended to the level of emotional abuse, a girl who is determined not to be smothered by the boy who refuses to respect her humanity. Sure. I don't want to take anything away from this obvious meaning.

But it's striking how the life and death imagery is so strong. It's expressed as a struggle against being "eclipsed," becoming a "ghost," becoming "invisible." What is at stake is the determination "to go on existing" and to be the opposite of invisible, to be present, to have an impact on reality.

Then there is the phoenix. In fact, the phoenix is a powerful symbol both in classical mythology and in Christianity, where it is a reference to the resurrection, to the triumph of eternal life over death in Jesus Christ and those who belong to him. Indeed, the sharing in Christ's resurrected and glorified life has an impact even on this present age, and those who have gone to be with the Lord remain with us even as he remains with us in his presence and his power.

We're gonna see her light blaze back to life like the phoenix rise. Wow!

It's remarkable how this song resonates symbolically with the strange and awful event that took place a few months after it was recorded. It almost sounds like an "answer" from her in opposition to the inscrutable violence that tried to destroy her (and that, ironically, has made her in a very painful sense "invisible" to our earthly eyes -- because we walk in the darkness of faith, whereas she says "now you see me with the lights on").

In spite of the occasional spunky references to the "boy," it almost seems as though she is speaking to us, reassuring us, strengthening our hope in the One she has loved and continues to love. In another sense, we should remember that Christina lived her whole life 'opening her arms' with trust, letting herself be vulnerable. She was always offering herself, loving others whatever the risk might be. Of course, she was very human, with all the flaws and complexities of an ordinary life, as well as the beauty and special challenges of a prodigious musical talent: the ambition, the sensitivity, the energy, and the suffering that go with being an artist. And she had a unique gift and calling to communicate love with the simplest words and gestures, and the grace of a compassion and a companionship that reached out to people all over the world, that welcomed everyone but especially teenage kids who needed encouragement or who felt lonely, lost, hopeless, afraid, rejected, or forgotten. By living her life, by just being true to her real self, Christina made this love present in those very ordinary places where 21st century kids go to search for meaning and affirmation.

I tend to exaggerate things, and I don't want to do that here. I want to point to the mystery here: a grace that was "incarnate" in the real life of this girl from New Jersey, who was a regular kid with all the regular problems of any girl her age, all the incoherence, all the "shocking" mundane peculiarities of being human, along with her outstanding musical talent. I do not want to dress up Christina as an "angel" or a "saint" in the ethereal and distant, "unfamiliar" way we tend to think of such things. But I want to point to this secret fire, this extraordinary love that was inserted, like a hidden diamond, within all her ordinary human expressions, her quirks, her goofiness, her passion for music, her love for her family and friends and food and video games, her YouTube creations, songs, recordings, concerts, everything. This gift was easy to ignore or to miss entirely, but precious to those who discovered it.

This vocation that led her to invest herself so deeply, to offer herself in love, to take the risks of gratuitous love, must have weighed heavily on her in ways that no one ever knew. As a Christian, however, she knew first of all that she was loved with an everlasting love. This was the source of her hope, her courage, her willingness to keep getting up and keep going, to be faithful to her vocation, to risk letting her "light blaze back to life" even when it was painful. Christina was hurt in many ways in her life, and no doubt made plenty of mistakes and bad judgments, indulged in vanity and folly, committed sins and begged for forgiveness. We all carry the treasure of Christ's love in our frail earthen vessels. Christina carried this treasure that was luminous and radiant for the sake of the world; she carried it in her utterly fragile humanity, entirely dependent on His grace every day. She was called to be a witness to this great love, and she often fell short but she never gave up. And in that final moment, in the face of violence, she didn't give up. She opened her arms. She refused to be invisible. She refused to stop loving.

Getting back to the song: it's as if she is reassuring us with these words that she hasn't stopped loving with that remarkable, unconditional love that even now personally touches people. Her light still blazes. She shines on, this bright beautiful star.

Of course, I'm not saying she intended to convey this level of symbolism when she originally wrote the song. All these images work on the most obvious level of meaning as strong and dramatic metaphors. I wouldn't blame anyone if they said, "Hey, Professor JJ, come on... aren't you stretching this a bit too far? It's just a dubsteppy pop song... a three minute song, a dance song, it's fun, it's spunky, it's a bounce-back-after-a-bad-relationship song. Aren't you just over analyzing it? You know, like you tend to over analyse everything!"

Am I? Well, it's true that I over analyse things. It's also true that reality is mysterious. In any case, I'm not the only one listening to this song and going, "What? Whoa!" Ultimately, I don't believe in mere coincidence in this strange universe. In any case, I think we're glad to hear her sing these words of tremendous affirmation at this time. We're glad to hear her voice.

She's still surprising us even now, this "blazing light" that keeps shining.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Here's a Conversion Story, Because Writing is Too Hard!

Clement of Alexandria was a pioneer Christian scholar in the third century



I have a lot of days where I would do anything to avoid actually writing!

I would like to say that the reason is because I need to allow my thought processes and my modes of expression to "mature" like fine wine in the deep cellars of my subconscious mind. That may be partially true, but mostly I have to admit that writing is hard.

Sometimes, I would rather walk on hot coals than write. And I'm supposed to be a "writer." Even writing on the blog is hard, and what I do so often here is just offer "pieces" of writing. But writing of any kind requires a lot of energy. It's like breaking rocks with your mind. Even if you're good at it, it's exhausting.

So...

Since there may be a few people out there who are not already subscribers and faithful readers of MAGNIFICAT, I decided to escape from actual writing by presenting my Great Conversion Story for this month's issue (which appears on pp. 270-271, right before today's segment).

This month's witness comes from Clement of Alexandria, who in a certain sense was the forefather of the Catholic university as we know it today, with its confidence in both faith and reason.