Monthly Archives: May 2009

“When God closes one door, He opens another”

Here’s a look at another common phrase we often use.  As I said in the last post, I think it’s worthwhile looking at what we are really meaning when we say things.  Plus, I like to overanalyze everything. Sometimes you get a twofer.

This phrase has been used on us a lot lately as resumes and interviews have amounted to a growing stack of rejection letters.  It’s meant to be encouraging, a way of reminding us that God has a plan and that He will take care of us.  And for the most part, it is true.  But is God’s will and providence as simple as him opening and closing doors and us stepping through them? Yes and no.

I have stressed in previous posts that suffering does not come from God, and it doesn’t.  It’s a result of sin.  Then why did the saints all see every event, good and bad, as coming from the hand of God?  Because in allowing sin, suffering and evil, God does not just throw up his hands and watch the free-for-all run amok.  He allows bad things in a measured way.  Even the worst sicknesses, losses or injustices can be seen as God’s will because he allows them for our greater good.  He wills not the evil, but the good that can be accomplished in and through us as a result. 

So we can take comfort in the fact that, no matter whether cutting our job was a good or bad decision, it was allowed by God, and is therefore his will for us. It is God who has closed the doors of jobs we may have wanted.   Fr. Walter Ciszek, in his book, He Leadeth Me, has come to rescue me again from self pity on this point.  I’m at the end of the book, and he’s just been thrown out of a town for finally getting to minister in an effective way to God’s people (after 23 years in prison and work camps in Soviet Russia.) Fr. Ciszek says:

 “It was humility I needed: the grace to realize my position before God- not just in times when things were going well, … but more so in times of doubt and disappointment, like today when things were not going the way I would have planned them or wished them.  That’s what humility means- learning to accept disappointments and even defeat as God-sent, learning to carry on… secure in the knowledge that something worthwile is being accomplished precisely because God’s will is at work in our life and we are doing our best to accept and follow it.” (p. 178)

So closed doors are definitively God’s will for us and our peace comes from accepting them as such.  What about open doors?  These are trickier.  When we are given the luxury of many wonderful options, such as in choosing a vocation, many look for a “definite” from God.  A lightning bolt that will signal it is time to ask the cute girl from Calculus out on a date.  But in the face of open doors, I think God respects our free will more than we sometimes think.

When given more than one option, we are free to choose any that is morally licit, that fits our needs and obligations, and that appeal to our natural talents and preferences.  When we wait around for God’s explicit command to do something, it is often an indicator of our fear of choosing the wrong thing, or a conception of God as an evil judge who will smite us if we choose the option he didn’t want.  God doesn’t play games like that, though.  If he gives us more than one good option, we should pray (which is really important!), weigh the outcomes and then simply choose.  He will be happy with the outcome!

So, as we continue to wait for doors to open around here, we are most at peace when we realize that we are not “waiting for God’s will to unfold in our lives” (as I’ve said many a time!).  His will is right here, right now.  In the hallway of humility. 

Happy Pentecost! Holy Spirit, let me know only your will.


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“God will never give you more than you can handle”

People use a lot of cliches when they are dealing with those who are suffering.  There is much truth to some of them, but it has occured to me that it might be good to spend some time examining exactly what we’re saying when we use them.  Words mean things.  And the words we use can effect what we believe about things.  

 “God will never give you more than you can handle”.

This saying strikes me as inaccurate in two aspects.  The first is that it calls to mind an image of God standing back with an armful of suffering, shoveling it out to his unsuspecting children, filling them up with it until they are just about to topple over, then stops.  The next picture in my mind is of a person floundering around shouldering the enormous burden while God sits back and watches.  This image is not accurate, of course.

God is all good. He is Goodness, Love, Perfection.  Suffering is a lack of a good.  Therefore, it cannot be “given”, and even if it could, it could not be given by God!  Suffering is a result of sin, either directly or by the fact that Original Sin earned us a fallen world.  Sickness, the toil of work, the pain of childbearing and rearing and especially death were not the original plan.  God permits suffering because it honors our freedom and because, through his mysterious providence, it somehow works out for our good, if we let it.  Just as he allowed his Son to suffer and so to win our salvation, so can suffering well borne, be a participation in the salvation of the world. It is not given merely for us to “handle”.

Secondly, I don’t know that it is true that he only gives us what we can handle.  In real life and online I have met many people who have lost children.  To be frank, there are many who can’t handle it!  I don’t think any one of us can.  Those who seem to be coping fairly well, from what I can see, are those who have faith.  I would venture to guess that it is because we realize that we can’t handle the loss and we are reaching out for help from God. 

I think this is another reason why God allows us to suffer.  It is too easy when things are going really well to settle into the comfort of believing we gained all this for ourselves.  But when we are experiencing difficulty, when we come face to face with the fact that we cannot control that which is most precious to us, we come to realize that we can’t make it on our own. 

This is no ego trip for God.  Like everything he does, it is for our good.  Because even if we could control our temporal lives, our eternal ones are beyond our reach.  Our salvation is more than we can handle, and if temporal things help us remember that, then we are on good ground.


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Guilt Deficiency Syndrome

A few years ago I saw a news story about a little girl who was born with some disease that prevented her from feeling pain.  At first, it seems like a great disorder, if you were going to have one… anyone who has held a baby who just took a tumble would be happy to not have to dry so many tears.  Except that pain is a really important part of how God made us.  This poor girl had to be tested periodically to be sure she didn’t have any broken bones, and had to take many precautions when doing any physical activity.  At the time she was around 2, and she had to wear goggles to keep from scratching her retinas out (she had already scratched them so badly that her vision was substantially effected.)  Isaac was a baby at the time, and I remember poking him here and there and being so relieved when he would fuss or cry!

Pain is really important.  It’s an indicator that something is wrong.  I think guilt is the same way.  No one likes to feel guilty, but fact is that guilt is important, too.  Just like physical pain, it helps us realize we have a problem that needs to be addressed.  I think in our society there is a pandemic of the kind of disease that the girl above has, but in a spiritual sense.  We have convinced ourselves that guilt is old fashioned.  In our enlightened age, no one need feel it.

The problem is, that if we aren’t feeling guilty about real sin, it’s like we’re walking on a broken foot that we can’t feel.  It’s causing great damage, but we’re totally unaware, so we make it worse.  If someone continued like that, they would eventually lose their whole leg to infection or disease.  Even worse, if our consciences are so numb that they don’t register our sin, we slip deeper and deeper toward hell without even realizing it.  To one like this, the idea of a Savior doesn’t make any sense at all.  Why would you undergo chemotherapy if it couldn’t save your life? Similarly, if you don’t have any sin, why pick up your cross and follow Him?

This is why the Holy Spirit “convinces us concerning sin”.  He works within our hearts, if we let Him, to reclaim the sense of legitimate shame that we should feel over sin.  And it’s always for our health.  A proper diagnosis is necessary for proper treatment.  Contrary to what the popular culture would have us believe, the more appropriate guilt we feel for our sins, the freer we actually feel, since instead of stuffing down the shame we feel, we actually get our sins forgiven!  The Holy Spirit is called the Advocate, which in New Testament times actually meant “one who pleads your case”.  The Holy Spirit does not accuse us, but rather moves our hearts to repentance and stands up to defend us.

As Pentecost approaches, let’s ask the Holy Spirit to show us our sin.  This courageous prayer is one that God always answers affirmatively.  As the Advocate begins to answer this prayer in our lives, we will realize how much more room their is in our hearts for His love… room that was previously filled with sin we couldn’t feel.

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Another thought about waiting

In class this weekend, we took a brief detour from the realm of Ecclesiology back into Christian Anthropology, and the basic truth of who we are as people came up: we are body-and-soul.  That’s nothing new.  But our professor reminded us that it is a violence to the human person for the soul to be separate from the body.  This, of course, is why death freaks us out so much.  Even in Heaven, he said, will the Blessed not be totally as they are meant to be until they get their resurrected bodies.  (They are unbelievably fulfilled, of course, and joyful at seeing their Maker face to face.)

Anyway, someone asked about Purgatory, and how the suffering is experienced there since the Holy Souls there don’t have bodies.  He answered that the intellect knows that Heaven is coming (and how amazing it will be) and the will wants so badly to be united to the Beloved that the suffering of purgatory is waiting for that great day to come.  Purgatory is waiting.  

This reminded me of my last post.  If Purgatory is waiting, can’t it be fairly stated that waiting, done well, is Purgatory?  Think about it.  When we wait well, for what we know will be God’s amazing perfect will to unfold in our lives (how ever crappy that perfect will may seem at the time), God can burn away those same impurities in us here on earth that will have to go before we enter Heaven anyway.  Attachment to our own plans, things, ideas.  Inordinant desires for sin or just bad habits.  Dependence on self. Impatience, procrastination, distraction… name your vice, and waiting on things we can’t control has a way of demanding things of us that can burn away the bad and elevate the good. 

So, what are you waiting for? A job? A conversion of a loved one? For your wedding day? For that new baby? The weekend at the cabin? Let’s not waste it, and instead burn off some Purgatory here on earth.

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The Waiting Place

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You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race

down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace

and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,

headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place…

…for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go

or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow

or waiting around for a Yes or a No or waiting for their hair to grow.

Everyone is just waiting.  (Dr. Seuss, Oh! The Places You’ll Go)

 This time last year we were up north previewing the camp we and other area youth ministers had rented for our Junior High students in June.  The day was unseasonable cool and I remember wondering how our kids, in just four short weeks could ever dream of swimming in the lake.  Isaac was with friends, and we brought Gianna along.  In typical fashion, I had forgotten to bring the Bjorn, so Brad and I took turns holding her as we walked through cabins and woods.  Brad spent a lot of the day on the cell phone, with spotty coverage, arguing back and forth with Children’s Hospital staff in St. Paul.  We had recently gotten Gianna tested for some elements in her blood that would indicate that she had the same mitochondrial disorder that took her brother.  We were anxious to hear the news that would confirm what we’d come to accept: she was a healthy little girl and we had nothing more to worry about than beating away her would-be suitors.  The mix-up between clinic staffs was finally cleared up and a call from our doctor came in right as we approached the Target parking lot where our carpool had met.  The numbers were not good.

We entered “The Waiting Place” that day, as further results and retests and appointments were scheduled.  Was it a fluke? This is a hard test to get right.  And once the worst was confirmed, over Memorial Day weekend, we continued to wait. For a liver, or a miracle, or for our little girl to join her brother in heaven. 

I feel like I’ve spent much of my life in The Waiting Place.  As the youngest, I waited through much of my childhood to be as big as my sister.  I waited for college, for summer vacation, for NET, to get married, to have kids, for those kids to finally be born… there always seemed to be something new and exciting to look forward to.  I admit I spent more time than necessary going over and over how things might turn out, sometimes to the point of restlessness.  Gianna taught me a lot about waiting while savoring the present moment.  From the first weeks after her conception, we treasured her.  But especially after her sickness was confirmed, we had no choice but to live only in each day.  I look back and marvel at the fact that the end of May to mid July is only about 6 weeks.  Holy cow, it seemed like an eternity.  Partially because of the grief-and-hospital-induced trancelike fog in which we were living, but partially because we filled up each hour not with the past or future, but with the present moment.  As hard as it was, I will look back on that month and a half as one of the most precious of my life.

Most of our life’s waiting will (gratefully) not be as dramatic as ours was in May 2008.  But it can all be as full of the present moment, and all be as fruitful.  Jesus was 30 when He started His ministry, which lasted only 3 years.  Do you realize what that means? He waited for 30 years! He and Mary worked, took care of their cave, worshipped… day in and day out for thirty long years.  You can bet (being as they were both sinless and Jesus was God and all) that not a moment of that time was wasted.  Jesus, through His humanity in those hidden years, sanctified waiting. 

And so, as we enter a non-life threatening, but still anxiety-inducing (job-searching) waiting this May, I need to continue to remind myself that this is not a “most useless place”.  This is right where God wants our family right now.  And if I let it, with the help of grace, it can be a holy time, sanctifying us as we wait in joyful hope. 

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Sacrifice: Out of Style?

Our pastor opened his Mother’s Day homily today talking about St. Gianna Molla.  As he told her story about sacrificing her own life for that of her unborn baby I tried to listen with skeptical ears (I do this every so often… trying think of how something sounds to a different audience than me).  The result: “that woman’s not courageous! She’s crazy! How dare she leave her other three children motherless?”  There are many who could hear Gianna’s story and think about what a shame it was that she was brainwashed by the patriarchal hierarchy into orphaning her kids.  Then Father told a story of how his own mother, pregnant with him in the 1950’s, was given the suggestion by a friend that she should terminate her pregnancy because her other 7 children were enough of a handful.  How many argue that abortion should be legal for just such circumstances?

It made me think: motherhood is sacrifice.  From morning sickness to midnight feedings to waiting up for a teen to make curfew to wondering if the adult child will find his or her way in life.  This kind of sacrifice is not only unpopular in modern life, but can even be seen as foolish.  Anymore a woman who is exhausted from caring for her four children is met not with an encouraging word, but an admonition for overpopulating the earth… that’s what she gets!  Even parenting magazines are peppered with advice on how women can “make more time for me”, buy things because they “deserve them”, or pamper themselves with some expensive spa treatment or bubble bath.  What seems to be implied in many articles I’ve seen is that women need to be looking out primarily for #1: even in their relationships with their husbands and children.

Now, of course moms need to care for themselves, make time for quiet, be appreciated by their families and even splurge on themselves once and a while.  But family life should be built on a sincere gift of self, a desire to put those you love ahead of yourself.  The more a family lives this out, the more harmony there is in a home.  The more we grasp for what we want or even what we perceive we need, the harder things get.  I know this from experience, as  “keeping score” in family life has sent me to the confessional more times than I would like to admit! 

And obviously, no one admires the woman who leaves her toddler in the car while she gambles at the casino, or the dad who never sees his kids because he is always out with his buddies.  We wag our fingers at blatant selfishness.  But total self-sacrifice is frowned upon as well.  If we knock out the extremes, we’re left with is a gray mediocrity where we are trying to do enough “to be a good person” while always looking over our shoulders, on guard against “being taken advantage of”.  This is our culture ideal?  Yuck. Do less and you’re looked down upon, do more and you’re hated for being an overacheiver. 

What about the Christian view, then? The goal we are set for is higher than the best of us could ever attain on our own: complete surrender and self-sacrifice.  But the blessing is that we don’t have to do it on our own! God himself to give us his power to acheive this level of perfection, called holiness.  Not that we don’t fall, sometimes hundreds of times in a day.  Not that this means our houses are always clean, our children always well mannered, or that we never have to dump leftovers we promised we’d eat.  But our desire to strive for perfection itself is a gift of love to our families.  And the saints, especially working moms like St. Gianna, help us to know that such heroism is possible for women like us!

So, let’s recognize the beauty of sacrifice for what it is, and measure ourselves by perfect charity, however far off that may be for us!  Who knows? One day a Mother’s Day homiliy 60 years from now may begin with one of your stories!


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My Last Mormon Post, I Promise

Okay, last reflection on my time with the Missionaries. 

In all the discussions we had with them, Brad kept trying to get them to clarify a question: Who do you say that Jesus is? Is He God, or not? Created or uncreated? Do you worship Him?

The first time he brought it up, they kind of were taken aback, and sort of came to the conclusion, yes. He’s God.  I guess. The second time, kind of the same, but with a tinge of “c’mon. We know he died for our sins.  That’s all that’s important, right?”  No, not right.  If you get Jesus wrong, you’re toast (theologically speaking, of course).  If he isn’t God, isn’t uncreated, then we worship an idol.  He couldn’t have died for us. He couldn’t have raised himself from the dead.  Our faith is in vain. 

But if he is? Shouldn’t that blow our minds every time we even think of it? That God would love us so much as to condescend to become one of us? And that he invites us into that same life, sharing his very power with us through grace?

And if he’s God, could he have failed to set up a Church that would last? Would he have been lying about “the gates of hell not prevailing against it”? Or mistaken? If Jesus is God, and the founder of the Church, then let’s stay on board, and invite everyone we can to join the party!! Because if this is his church, why would you want to be anywhere else? As my Ecclesiology professor probably borrowed from some wise person: If you get Christ wrong, you will get the Church wrong.  And vice versa. 

My very last thought from our Mormon Experience was this: regular people don’t think nearly enough about eternal things.  Elder M. commented to that effect a few times.  Shoot, imagine you’re down and out and some enthusiastic, well mannered, friendly, helpful person shows up at your door offering to do yard work and listen and just spend time in real life conversation with you.  When they finally get around to asking you about the Big Things in life, are you going to believe them? Heck, yeah.  Their version is just close enough to what most people heard decades ago in Sunday School to be reassuring. 

Now, again, this is not a shot against LDS missionaries, but rather a call to action for us Catholics.  If we really are the Church founded by Christ, why aren’t we out on our bikes, like the Good Shepherd, seeking and saving the lost? At the very least, it should be us that are there at hospital beds, or next to the friend getting divorced, or the buddy looking for work.  It should be us there when people start asking the Big Questions… because we have the answer.

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My Mormon Conversion Part II: Suffering

See the last post for the disclaimer.  In this mini-disclaimer I have to add that I am jealous of the little laminated pictures of Calvin (of Hobbes fame) that he used to explain the LDS take on Salvation History. I may steal and adapt the concept for future use.

So this is the Big Picture, according to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, as I understand it:

God the embodied Father, and his son Jesus created a whole lot of human souls.  But since the Father wanted them to learn and grow and experience things (like he did), he sent them to earth. The first to cross the veil and receive bodies were Adam and Eve.  God told them not to eat the fruit, but he really wanted them to, so that they could experience joy and sorrow, and all ranges of emotion.  So, they did eat it and now get to experience all those things: like sickness, death, hard work, etc.  Then God sent Jesus, who atoned for our sins on the Cross.  So now, when we die, our souls wait in a place whose name alludes me.  But while we are in the Waiting Place, we can still choose for or against God.  Finally, there will be a Judgement at the Second Coming and based on that we will be sent to one of three kingdoms, the highest of which is a place where you are yourself a god and spend eternity with your family.

So, for today I will look just at pre existent souls and Eden, in light of my own experience.  I know there is an undercurrent of the belief in pre-existent souls in popular culture, usually manifesting itself in a sentiment like, “I’m so glad you chose me to be your mom.”  This is flawed on many levels.  First, why would a loving God send souls completely in his presence and basking in the Beatific Vision to Earth??  Why would you want to leave heaven to go “learn and grow”? Second, what good would it be for God to create children who die in the womb, or ones who die as infants? They didn’t get to “learn and grow”.  That would kind of make their lives a mistake.  But if we look at each conception as the creation of a new human life- body and soul- then, yes, it makes at least some kind of sense.  That person now exists for eternity. 

Plus, if we were initially souls, and just dropped into our bodies to experience things, why is the dropping out of them so traumatic? Because we are body-and-soul!  The two together make up a human! They were never meant to be torn apart!

Which leads me to Eden.  I clarified with them the part about God really secretly wanting Adam and Eve to eat the fruit, because it sounded so bizarre to me.  Would any of you parents tell your kid not to do something that  you knew they’d do just so you could punish them? That would be a sick and vindictive God! Further, the idea that the suffering we undergo in this life is God’s way of letting us “experience things,” or “learn and grow”? Now, I will be the first to admit that tremendous sorrow has amazing fruit.  But I take great comfort in the fact that God never meant for death or sickness to enter the world.  I can say with confidence to any suffering parent, “God never wanted your baby to die. That’s not how it was supposed to be.”  Yes, he knew we would fall.  Yes, his solution to the problem of sin is so much better than if we had never sinned.  But make no mistake: God is not pleased with sin and its effects.  That’s why he went so far as to send us himself-his only Son- to fix the problem.

If the effects of sin are just “learning and growing”, then why do we need a Savior? Why would God need to redeem us from something that he intended us to have in the first place? It just doesn’t make sense.

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My Mormon Conversion: Part 1, Reason

Recently, we had some conversations with our neighborhood LDS missionaries. These talks really began a conversion in me– to a deeper appreciation for my Catholic Faith. I’d like to share some of those reflections here. By way of disclaimer, I would first like to say that I have the utmost respect for Elder M., Elder H., and the more established member they brought the last time. I admire their zeal (they remind me of my days working with the NET team members), and genuinely liked them as people. I wish we could invite them over for a BBQ sometime. Also, it goes without saying that I am no LDS expert. If anyone out there is a Mormon and wants to correct my understanding of their doctrines, please do!

Perhaps our discussions left me most grateful for the way that the Catholic Faith respects our God-given gift of reason. Right away, after all of us shared our faith stories, the thought occured to me: How could all four of us pray to the Holy Spirit, and have Him tell half of us to be Mormon and half to be Catholic? These faiths are incompatible. Much of the Mormon faith seems to be based on a feeling of confidence given by the Holy Spirit. But how do you know the feeling you had is of God, and not just excitement, peer pressure or what you had for lunch?

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is based on a revelation given directly by God the Father (who has a body) and Jesus Christ to Joseph Smith in the mid 19th Century. God told Joseph that the Church had been corrupted since the original apostles’ death, and that he was to be given the restored Gospel of Jesus. The missionaries mentioned all the miracles that Jesus did during his time on earth, but failed to give any outside evidence that would back up this revelation to Joseph Smith. No miracles (except that he translated the Book of Mormon with only a 2nd Grade education), no archeological evidence that backs up the claims that there were prophets that came over to North America during the time of Jeremiah, not even another person that witnessed the revelation. Now, of course, we need faith to grasp the truths of God. But we also need reason. God gives us ample evidence that points toward Jesus’ divinity and his messianic mission. Prophesies, miracles and the Church herself. The Gospel writers take great care to describe the credibility of their sources for their accounts. We have two millenia of scholars, some of the world’s most brilliant, who have poured over the Truths of the faith and clarified it for us. (Interested? Pick up St. Thomas’ Summa!!) Catholics who engage their reason will ultimately fall more in love with Jesus Christ.

Further, the Church takes a very skeptical approach to private revelation. The popular devotion at Mejugorie has not yet even been officially approved. The reason is that Jesus Christ is the same, yesterday, today and forever. He is the Father’s last Word. We won’t get anything more from legitimate private revelation than encouragement for our times. This is to protect us from getting off track. All this is not to discount the roll of an experience of the Holy Spirit in igniting one’s faith. I wish all the youth I work with could really have a deep experience of God’s love for them personally! This is precisely why we take them on retreats. But any youth leader knows it can’t just be about a good feeling, because feelings don’t last. I am so grateful that after an experience with God they can gather up their questions and dive down deep into the beautiful truths of their faith. And the more they learn, the more they can love, and the more their Faith will increase.

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